My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old, underground cutter. I work as a professional engineer. On my side job as a castratrix, I carefully remove testicles from human males. It’s a messy job, but someone has to do it.

I had just returned from a job in the North Sea and was sleeping off my jet lag when there was a knock at my door. It was a Dallas detective who said he had a complaint about me practicing medicine with out a license. He asked for my take on it. I told him that I was an engineer and the only thing I practice on is cold hard machinery. I don’t live in Dallas, but in a nearby suburb so technically he didn’t have jurisdiction.

When he left I was worried. I only cut in Mexico now but there was a time when I worked all over the United States.

I later learned that he had been to Digger’s shop and to my friend Jill’s home with questions. This was serious, he had too much information. I put a stop to all of my side work and made sure there was nothing incriminating in my home. I UPSed my surgical kit to a friend in NJ and took the one set of preserved balls from the top of my entertainment center and buried them in my flower bed.

All of this was none too soon. The following day the detective and two uniformed officers appeared with a search warrant. The tore my home apart but all they came up with was my legal 9mm automatic pistol, normal in Texas as everyone has a gun.

This had gone too far. I had to put a stop to this. I had Digger do a check on the cop. He was married but had fooled around in the past. He was having an affair with a hostess at who worked at a local night club. They would meet at her apartment on the west side of town.

I remembered the last bad cop that I had to deal with and decided to follow the same script with this one. He drank Johnny Walker Black scotch (an oddity in Texas). Digger somehow got into the girlfriend’s apartment and spiked the scotch bottle he found there. That night after the bars closed he and the hostess arrived. He had his glass of scotch and in the middle of fucking her, his dick went soft and he fell asleep, she, having drunk from the same bottle, followed soon after.

As I had done once before I took a tiny bit of military explosive, not C4 this time but a newer more potent bomb juice. and worked it into a ball point pen refill tube.. I followed it with a tiny radio controlled detonator. I gently forced the capsule into his urethra, working it down to the base of his big soft cock. Using a syringe with a rounded needle I shot medical “crazy glue” on one side of the capsule cementing it in place.

Using a voice distorter and my untraceable cell phone I called him to explain why he had a stiff feeling in his dick. I told him that he would do as I said or I would blow his balls and dick to tattered pieces of meat. I told him that it was booby trapped and if anyone touched it the explosion would happen at once.

I told him to meet two women who were very horny at the girlfriend’s apartment while she was at work. I further told him that if he satisfied both women he would go free. In a few days the glue would let the capsule slide out. All he said was, “why are you doing this to me?” I told him, “Because I can...”

I watched on the hidden camera we had planted as he pleasured the two prostitutes I had sent. He did pretty well, even with the little implant. They played their little game of swapping his cum and telling him what a big and wonderful cock he had. (It was really just average.) When he left he had a self satisfied smile on his face.

The next morning I called him and told him that he had done well. He was more testy now and threatened me. That’s when I told him, “I’m glad you took care of those two girls, by the way they are under age and the video will put you away for a long time.” “I want you to get out of Texas, sell your house and quit your job. “ He said, “Fuck you lady, the bomb squad will handle this and I’ll get you.”

I drove to his house and from two blocks away I saw the bomb squad vehicle pull up to the house. He was standing on the front porch, before they got near him I flicked the switch on my little remote. The front of his pants disappeared, the report was just audible from where I was, but the effect was disastrous. Many onlookers crowded the street. I left my car and joined them. One cop was trying to move the people back without much luck. As I neared, there in the street was as severed but not destroyed testicle. Noon else noticed. I casually strolled by and somehow my heel fond the unprotected ball. I felt the resistance stop as the membrane popped and there was suddenly a small puddle of ball mash under my feet. I smiled as I turned on my heel (latterly) and made my way back to my car and drove home to change shoes.

With clean shoes I went to Freddy’s burger woopy for a California burger. Smashed balls always make me hungry.

There was very little media coverage and I never heard from him or the Dallas police again. I went back to work the next week. In the time that I took off my waiting list had grown. I had ten sets of live balls waiting to meet their doom.

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia