My name is Thecia. I’m an engineer and an underground cutter on the side. I’m 31 years old and I’ve been cutting for about seven years I’ve cut over 200 sets, at least 130 Of them human.

People either know Thecia the engineer or Thecia the cutter, very few know both.

Several years ago I de-balled a man for his own reasons. Whatever they were he didn’t share them with me. His sister was with him during the procedure. Her name was Patti and as I remember she was about my age and very beautiful.

I received the call on a Saturday morning, As It happened I had a male friend staying over and the call was a bit too early. It was Patti with a question about my services. She wanted to know how much I would charge for the cutting of an unwilling participant. I took her number and promised to call her back when the timing was a little better.

Later that morning I called her back. She told me the story; The target in question had been a party in the gang rape of Patti’s sister over ten years earlier. The rape happened in the small city of Dixon, IL almost a thousand miles west of the area in NJ where she now lived. By some strange chance he moved into the same apartment complex as she. He didn’t recognize her but she knew him well.

I told her my rate but I also explained that some people need to find themselves ball less and we might get financial help. I called my friend Dr. Pann who is a woman’s rights advocate and had helped with this kind of thing before. She offered to pay any expenses and give any help that her large organization could supply.

I told Patti that if she wanted this done, she would have to man up and be the bait. She said that she would do it with pleasure. One of Dr. Pann’s operatives had followed the man, his name was Lou, to a local watering hole where he never missed happy hour.

Dr. Pann had procured a room in a nearby Hampton Inn and I met Patti there. She was as beautiful as I remembered. We fitter her out in a formfitting dress and just the right amount of make-up. I dropped her off so that she arrived at the bar just before Lou was due to show. I entered the restaurant side of the bar, ordered a Miller Lite and a BLT. I watched through the slats in the divider. At exactly 5:45 Lou walked in. Patti had already fended off a few suitors and refused a few drinks. Lou sat two stools away and ordered a beer. The person between them got up to go to the john and Patti said across the space,

“You look like you worked today.” Lou said something like, “Yeah, it was a long one.” He bought her a drink and we were in. It took about an hour to reel him in. She gave me the signal and I left for the hotel.

When they arrived in the room I was already in the closet with my little nutting kit. We had secured leather “Sap” under the bed stand and she was to “put his lights out” when she deemed it the right time. I watched through the slightly ajar door as they tossed clothes everywhere and kissed passionately. I saw her reach under the stand and then stop. To my surprise she mounted his erect cock from the top. They changed position several times and finally he shot his load doggy style.

As he fell to the side, exhausted she reached under the bed stand and in less than a second the sap fell and he was out like a light. I asked her why she didn’t stick to the plan and why she fucked him. Her answer was that she wanted him to know what he would never have again. We quickly secured him to the bed with the parachute cord I had brought and put a pillow case over his head. A short time later he woke and mumbled, “What happened?” Patti told him that he hit his head. He noticed the bindings and Patti assured him that it was just kinky sex and he would love it.

I liked Patti’s idea and began to play with his big balls. In a very short time his eight inch cock sprung back to life. Following Patti’s script I mounted his bulging erection. I was already wet, just knowing that I’m going to de-ball a man makes me hot. It did feel pretty good and I actually had an orgasm. A few seconds later he shot his second load.

Patti startled his face, held his nose so his mouth opened and dripped his own load of viscous cum into his mouth. He gagged and turned his head but she got it in there. Again I thought it was a good idea and followed suit. I cleaned up and wiggled back into my jeans.

Patti pulled a 9 inch dildo from her purse, asked the may, “How do you feel about being violated?” With his hands and feet tied he had no defense against the big dildo as it was forced into his ass. He screamed in pain, so we ball gagged him. The screams went on for some minutes, I almost felt sorry for the guy, almost.

When she removed the dildo, I noticed his cock was rock hard again. I said, “rapist huh?” as I took his big cock in both hands and bent it in half. I actually felt the structure fail as the internal support of his erection snapped. He writhed so much that I thought the nylon bonds would break.

When the muffled screaming stopped I sliced open his nutsack on each side and popped each ball out into the open air. I tied off the vessels to prevent any bleeding but I left his sperm ducts open.

Patti began to suck his soft dick. As it hardened, I could see alternate expressions of pain and pleasure on his face. When it got hard it was no longer an arrow straight rod, it had a 30 degree bend in it. The bend was bright red and swollen more than just his erection. I knew that snapping his dick was overkill, he would never get hard again anyway, but it was a fun thing.

I could tell he was ready to cum, his balls tightened up and he screamed as the load passed through his damaged plumbing. At the first strong pulse of his ruined dick my scalpel passed thought the cords and ducts of his right testicle, a second later the left one fell into my hand.

The thick white cum flowing into Patti’s mouth turned red as the blood began to mix in. She took the whole load and when the final drip stopped, she spit it full in his face.

Although I don’t like to give pain, I have no problem torturing a rapist.

I sewed his sack up and placed his warm dead balls in a waiting formaldehyde filled peanut butter jar. They would later take a trip to Mexico where my Mexican friend Maria would sun dry them, encase them in acrylic and make earrings out of them. Patti’s sister would wear them proudly.

Patti and I met Dr. Pann at the Newark Airport Marriott for a late dinner. We shared a good bottle of merlot, Patti had veal Oskar, Dr. Pann had prime rib and I had twin lobster tails. Nutting always makes me hungry.

I don’t know what happened to Lou, but I do know he never raped anyone again.

Respectfully Submitted,

Thecia