My name is Thecia and I’m a 31 year old underground cutter. I’ve been working at it for about seven years and I’ve sliced off around 100 sets.

I have an avid admirer or as he puts it,”worshipper.” For this story I’ll call him GO

GO has the fantasy of me cutting him, turning his balls into earrings and his nutsack into a change purse. As with many men, I didn’t know if this was just a fantasy or he really needed his nuts hacked off.

He had been begging me to do a mock castration on him and I finally decided to do it.

I met up with him in a motel near McKinney TX. (As I wasn’t going to really cut him there was no reason to go to Mexico) When I entered the room he was on his knees with nothing on except a leather ball collar that was attached to a leash. He called me Mistress. I’m not really into S & M but I can handle it.

After putting a rubber sheet on the bed I abruptly pulled him to his feet with the ball leash. He let out a little yelp of pain but obeyed.

I tied his hands and feet to the bed frame with my nylon parachute cord, at the same time removing his nut sack collar.

Per my instructions he had shaved his balls that morning. Just as in the real thing his balls were coated with betadine solution and he was ready. A little duct tape to his belly kept his big cock from being in the way. A ball gag finished the preparations.

I slowly massaged his big balls and moved my velvet gloved hand to his now rock hard shaft. I had to release it from its tape. In no time at all, pre cum was welling up in his little cock slit. As the first pearl drop ran down over his helmet a second one replaced it. I couldn’t resist and I bent down to lick the sweet liquid off of its perch. I decided that I would get him off just as I mock cut his nuts.

In lieu of my scalpel I had brought some ice cubes, they would give the feel of being cut without actually doing it. I ran the corner of the cube down one side of his sack, explaining it to him as I went.. He later said that the water from the cube felt like blood.

As I was about to mock cut the other side, I glanced down into my kit and espied a scalpel just laying there in its protective case. As if on autopilot, without conscious thought, I retrieved the tool and uncased it. Like an automaton, my arm and hand moved the blade to the right side of his scrotum. GO saw what I was doing and began to struggle in earnest, but to no avail. The nylon cord just cut deeper into his arms and ankles and the ball gag did its work..

Even though I had done this many times before, somehow the thin line of blood that followed the sharp blade down his ballsack amazed me. When the other side was done I popped each nut out of its former home and into the daylight. They were pretty big balls, nice and juicy.

I carefully tied each one off at the top of the cord/vessel cluster and stepped back to admire my work. Both nuts were glistening in the light even with a tint of blood on each. I love seeing naked nuts, knowing that they are just waiting to be cut.

I brought my velvet glove back into play. He was dripping pre cum now like a leaking tap. He surprised me when he came, no signal, just a large stream of cum shooting into the air. He must have shot six or seven thick streams before his cock settled down to dribbles...

Somewhere around when the third of forth ribbon shot, I pulled his bigger nut, the right one, out as far as it would go. It moved about six or seven inches, and then without ceremony, I snipped it off. As it fell into my hand I could feel the warmth through the plastic glove. The left one came off with the same ease. Cum was everywhere, it was to require a good deal of clean up.

I held GO‘s severed baby makers by their cords and waved them right in front of his face. I looked him in his terrorized eyes and said, “You got your wish.”

I sewed his sack back up and left him there to heal. I would check on him later. His balls are now in a peanut butter jar. I may take his nutsack later, to make into a coin purse.

As it was almost noon, I called my friend Lesli and asked her to meet me at The Copper Kettle for lunch. She was free so we did just that. I had a Cajon chicken salad and Les had a tuna melt. Nutting always makes me hungry.

Respectfully submitted

Thecia