My name is Thecia, I’m a castratrix. Well over 100 sets of balls have fallen to my scalpel. I’m also an engineer and I travel for both jobs.

Most of my cutting work comes through my friend and agent “digger.” Digger runs a tattoo parlor in Dallas.

My latest call came from a friend and long time customer, a mistress named Linda. Linda is well to do and “owns" four slaves, two nutted males, one intact male and one female. She will use the intact male for amusement, sometimes fucking her and her bi girlfriend or whatever else she wants from him. Usually she will keep him for up to two years and then she will have me cut his balls off. She will then trade off one of the nutted slaves and procure a “new” intact male. Each new intact male knows that he will eventually lose his nuts. In that world a cut slave is worth more than an intact one.

Her current intact male who she calls Pegasus was ready for cutting.

I almost only cut in Mexico now since a brush with the law three years ago, but in this case I will travel to her ranch in Montana. I hopped a corporate jet (my engineering clients are mostly big oil companies and I can usually hop a jet to almost anywhere) and went to Billings where I rented a car and drove to her place.

The impeccably dressed Pegasus opened the door for me. I could see the resigned doom in his eyes when he recognized me. I had nutted his predecessor Griffon, afterwich Pegasus became the stud slave.

Linda has a complicated sex life. She has a fuck buddy who knows about the girlfriend but thinks Pegasus is queer. Pegasus is allowed to watch and even lick the cum out of Linda. The f/b does not know that Pegasus services both women.on occasion.

Linda and her girlfriend Carol were both there to meet me. Griffon (sans balls) and the other nutted male served us drinks and later dinner. The female slave was the maid. We had prime rib, corn on the cob, Yorkshire pudding and a fine bottle of wine. Her table was wonderful as usual.

In the morning Pegasus was summoned for his ritual cutting. He hung his head down as he walked into the sterile room. Linda ordered him to undress and get on the table. He began to unbutton his shirt but, at that instant, turned and ran out of the door. He made it down the hall through the kitchen and out the back door before Griffon and the other eunuch slave tackled him. When he was dragged back into the room Linda let him have it with her Cat o’nine tales. He dropped to his knees and bowed before her, begging forgiveness.

We strapped him to the table and cut his clothes off. When I took his shorts off I remembered that Pegasus was a flying horse... Well this slave had at least one horse part. Linda later told me that she named him Pegasus because of the massive horse cock he was swinging. His big balls actually looked small attached to that baseball bat sized meat pole.

Carol caressed his big flaccid cock and looked sad. She said, “We’re going to miss that thing!”

Linda said, “Let’s ride that horse one more time.”

Very little mouth action got him hard as a rock. My mouth was agape, that thing must have been at least ten inches and as big around as my arm.

Linda led the train by climbing up onto it in “reverse cowgirl” style. She sat on it and her inner lips seemed like they would split from the strain. She could only go down three quarters of the way, the rest just wouldn’t fit. I’ve had a dick hit bottom so I know how she felt. Carol was licking the small exposed part of Linda’s pussy and his balls. Pegasus came so hard that he shook. Linda shuddered when he came and had her own orgasm. When Linda got off, Carol jumped right in and ate the cream pie from deep in her vagina. Linda came again.

It was Carol’s turn, it only took a minute or so to get him hard, she faced him and slid down the whole length of his tool Unlike Linda, Carol took the whole thing. It took a little longer this time, Carol came at least twice before Pegasus finally shot his second load deep in her pussy. Ten inches is deep by anyone’s measure.

Linda offered me a ride, stating that he was good for at least one more load. I declined, I was there to work.

When I laid my scalpel against his nutsack, his big cock jumped to life and became hard as a rock again.

I asked Linda if she would like to take care of that hard on while he still had his balls.

She and Carol began to work his big dick as I prepped him. About ten minutes later I opened the left side of his sack and popped the ball out into the light. I continued with the right ball and soon they were in the open air for the first time ever.

I said to the girls that they should tell me when he begins to cum.

Soon Linda put her thumb up as a signal. I snipped one then the other baby maker clean off. Linda pulled her mouth off and the cum spurted into the open air. I never tire of seeing the snow white cum turn pink from the blood of severed balls. I almost came myself.

I put his nuts into Linda’s crystal jar and presented them to her. They would go with the other ten or so sets on her mantle.

We put Pegasus to bed and went up to the main house to have lunch. We had a large salad, pan fried trout and homemade French fries. De-balling always makes me hungry.

Before I left the next morning, I was introduced to the “new” intact slave. His name was Clydesdale. I wonder why she came up with that name?

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia

Inspired by Al C who still has his balls, at least for now.