Thecia’s Shooting Gallery

My name is Thecia and I’m a 31 year-old female "cutter."

I’ve been cutting men’s balls off for almost seven years. I’ve cut over 60 sets in that time. I still have most of them preserved in peanut butter jars. I often joke that I can look at any man and tell him that I have more balls than he does.

I have a past customer named penny who contacted me about her new husband. I had cut her last husband, with his consent. She later traded him to another mistress. I don’t pretend to understand these people. At any rate, her new husband was not a slave. She had caught him with a 23 year-old girl and wanted to teach him a lesson that he would never forget. Penny is about 45 years old.

She had a strange request, She wanted me to remove his nutsack and she would deal with his balls, she then wanted me to clean up the mess and sew him up. I almost never work in the U.S. anymore and I don’t like non-consensual or forced cutting. But, she said she would double my fee and I could wear a surgical mask to hide my identity.

In a way, I’m kind of a materialistic whore. I won’t do just anything for money, but I will bend my rules for it.

I arrived at Penny’s home on the outskirts of Dallas, around noon on Saturday. She took me through the palatial home into the four-car garage. As I entered, I saw an unusual sight. Her husband Rob was secured, spread-eagled on the wall. His feet were just touching two milk crates and he was buck-naked. He had a ball gag in his mouth and a blindfold over his eyes.

His balls were nice big, plum sized, low hangers and his cock was impressive. I kept my surgical mask on incase his blindfold was not perfect.

I asked her if she wanted to let him shoot one last load. She said, "he doesn’t deserve it, but if you want to go ahead." I do it as sort of an "I’m sorry" when I nut a man.

It stung him as I washed his cock with alcohol. I took it in my velvet-gloved hand and began to gently stroke it. His cock rose to it’s full size at once and his helmet grew to be a very large cap. His bulging helmet intrigued me, I don’t usually go beyond using my velvet glove on a guy, but I wanted to feel that helmet in my mouth. It filled my mouth, I almost couldn’t get any of his shaft in. When I felt his balls begin to tighten, I pulled my mouth off of him. I defiantly didn’t want to taste or swallow his cum. I told him that I was going to cut his balls off and he became more excited. Within seconds, I felt his powerful cock pulse and the beginning of his load surge through it. At first there was just a drop but the second pulse produced a stream that went three or four feet and splattered on the garage floor.

Penny turned to me and said, "take his nut sack off." Even though she didn’t want me to give him a local shot, I insisted. I’m not into pain. I gave him a shot near the attachment point of each of his cords. His big, still dripping cock was taped to his stomach.
 I pulled down on his sac and began to slice through the tough skin and muscle of his sac (yes, there is muscle there) and mopped up the blood as it began to seep out. Even with a sharp scalpel it’s hard to get through, the skin is very thick and strong there. As the sac pulled away, I snipped the last few stringy pieces of flesh and put it in a jar of formaldehyde. It would make a nice change purse after it’s properly tanned.

His large nuts tried to pull up against his body. Penny asked me how we could make them stay low, without cutting them. I took a piece of garden hose and cut off two sections about four inches long. I then split one side of the hose. By pulling down on each ball I was able to slip the hose over his cords and ducts. Now his balls were four inches from his body.

To my surprise, Penny sat down about ten feet in front of Rob and produced a pellet gun. She was a very good shot. The first pellet hit his right ball right in the center. Even with the painkiller he tried to scream into his gag. She took turns with the little gun, hitting first the right then the left ball. She had a cold evil look in her eyes as she sat there for almost an hour just loading and shooting. With each shot she said "So! You want to fuck little patty?" or "Does Patty like to play with your balls?"
 She didn’t hit his groin or legs once, but his unprotected nuts turned to shreds. The wall behind him was full of little pellet pockmarks and pieces of bloody testicle.

Finally there was just nothing left except a few wisps of outer membrane. I put my hand on her shoulder and quietly told her that it was done. She put the gun down and cried.

I removed the remains of his cords and ducts, and then cleaned up the wound as well as I could. I didn’t need my second peanut butter jar, as there was nothing left of his balls to salvage. I helped Penny get him into bed and gave her some painkiller for him.

She had already paid me, so I walked to my car and left.

On the way home, as I hadn’t had lunch, I stopped at Hank’s in McKinney for a hamburger. It was great, complete with onion, tomato, pickle and catsup.

Respectfully submitted,

Thecia