My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old female underground cutter.

I recently had a conversation with my friend Jill about plans for the holidays. She decided to have a party at her home. Jill asked me to make up a human testicle recipe for appetizers at the party. I’ve been lopping nuts off of men for about seven years and I have over one hundred sets preserved in jars of formaldehyde at my clinic in Mexico. She asked that I dedicate the next few sets to the party.

My two lives don’t cross, I’m an engineer and a cutter. Many of my friends know Thecia the engineer and others know the cutter, but with the exception of Jill nobody knows both. This party would be the wild (cutter) side, my friends and Jill’s friends would be invited.

I had three regular nuttings skedualed that weekend in Mexico and I told Jill that I would have at least six nuts for her table. She said, “Six, just six, you’ve got to do better than that.”

Jill assissted as I cut the three men on Saturday and we spent the day with them as they began to heal. I won’t describe the day of de-balling here as they were routine and unexciting.

Afterward, Jill and I traveled the fifteen miles to Peidras Negras, a wide open boarder town near Eagle Pass, TX. The town has dirt streets and several bars with sex shows and hookers. Behind each bar was a series of shacks where the prostitutes would entertain their “Johns.” One of these shacks had no door and was obviously not in use. We covered the door with an old blanket and devised our plan.

We watched as a Mexican woman led a drunken young man into a hut by his rather large dick. We peeked through a dirty window as he got down to business. It was simple enough, he began to fuck her missionary style. He pulled out and by his gestures we could tell he wanted a blow job, she asked for more money and he paid her. I guess because he was drunk it took a long time. When he was close to cumming he pulled away from her mouth and started to fuck her again. He was doing some job on her, his big dick pistoning in and out like a jack hammer. His oversized balls slapped her ass with every stroke. Finally he lay still for a minute as his full supply of jizz pumped into her waiting pussy. When he pulled out, a huge amount of cum followed, flowing freely from her stretched out cunt. It made me hot just watching.

When he walked out of the shack, Jill caught up with him. She had on a peasant blouse that accented her big tits. She asked, “You want some more cowboy?” and led him to “our” shack. He didn’t get a foot past the door when my leather sap caught him in the head just behind his right ear. It took both of us to get him up onto the cot. I gave him a shot containing two grains of morphine, not enough to kill him but enough to put him on another planet. We tied his legs and his left arm to the cot, we were working on his right arm when he came to. He paniced and pulled his arm toward himself. He was so strong that he pulled me right over the bunk onto the floor. Jill was on him in an instant and between us we were able to bind his right arm. The drug was starting to take effect. I told him, “We have nothing against you and you seem like a nice guy, but I need your balls, sorry.” He fought valiantly, straining against the bindings while pleading, “No, No, I need my balls, I want to get married and have kids.” I felt bad for him, but it didn’t stop me. I used an elastrator and a shear, his balls and sack were on ice in ten minutes.

By my calculations we needed at least one more set.

Just as we went back on the prowl, we noticed the same whore leading another man into her hut. We watched and the scene played out almost the same as the first. His equipment wasn’t as impressive but his balls were a nice size. When he finished the woman was doing a douche thing and he walked out. He was not as drunk as the first man, but he had imbibed a few. Jill did her thing and he followed her like a puppy dog. When they entered the hut, he started as he saw the other man and the bloody sheets. He turned and my sap hit him more on the back of his head than at my target area, it didn’t put him down, he turned to fight but Jill hit him with a taser before he could do much damage.

This one didn’t plead, he cursed and threatened. He said things like, “I’m gonna slice your tits off.” and, “You’re both dead!” He was still threatening when his entire full nutsack fell into my gloved hand. I said, “Somehow I don’t think you’re going to have the balls to do anything.”

We now had ten good size nuts for our little party. On the drive home from Mexico I remembered Andrew, a fan who offered me his balls every time I spoke with him.

I had Andrew meet us in the back room of Digger’s tattoo parlor, He came all over my velvet gloved hand. It was to be his his last load. When I told him that several women were going to enjoy his balls on crackers, he became hard again and I helped him remove another nice load. In less than a half hour I had his severed baby makers in my hand. Now we had a full dozen.

On the night of the party, Jill put all the balls in an ice cube tray in her freezer. When they were just freezing on the outside, she took them out and skillfully removed the outer skin. She carefully cut each one into slices less than ¼ inch across, she dredged them in rice flour and dipped them in her famous beer batter. We deep fried them and served them with a soy sauce dip. Everyone there knew what they were, but strangely only the women ate them. They were delicious. For dinner we had a conventional roast turkey and a spiral ham.

Only Marissa (another female cutter) complained, she said that balls should always be stewed in their own cum. But then again, she is a man hater.

For once I wasn’t hungry after de-balling a bunch of men.

Respectfully submitted,

Thecia