My name is Thecia and I’m a 31 year cutter. I write professional articles for my career as an engineer and I write some stories for EA about my avocation as a ball slicer.

I receive many e-mails about my stories and many from men wanting to be cut. I will not take any clients from this forum. One of these “Fans,” I’ll call him Tommy has written me time and again requesting that I beat him severely and then crush and remove his balls. I of course would not do that. Both because he is from EA and I don’t like to inflict pain.

All of my e-mail goes through a business server in NY, so I would be hard to find. Somehow, this guy Tommy found me and showed up on my doorstep in Dallas. As fate would have it, two of my friends were there, April who is a self proclaimed ball buster and Carol who is not only a ball biter, but has been known to actually eat human testicles.

Tommy knocked on the door, when I answered he said, “Hi, I’m Tommy and I’m ready” with that he handed me my fee plus an extra $3000. for extra service. He said it was for the beating that I had promised him. I reminded him that the beating was in his mind and his e mails and that I never agreed to that part. Out of the corner of my eye I saw April’s face light up, she suggested that we might just be able to help him.

I brought him in away from the eyes of any neighbors. April didn’t waste any time, she said, “let’s see the balls we’ll be busting.” He dropped his pants and out popped a pretty nice package. Both his cock and balls had little marks where needles had once been driven through.

April said to him, “Bend over, PIG.” He bent over and she, without warning, kicked him square in the balls. He fell to the ground in the fetal position all the while murmuring, “I love you, I love you.” After a short time he began to rise to his feet but before he stood erect she kicked him again.

April spent the best part of the next hour beating and twisting his genitals. She twisted his cock until it actually bled, and then she tried to crush his nuts with her bare hands while sodomizing his asshole with a broom stick.

His balls and cock, both, were swollen to twice their normal size. By this time he was begging me to cut his nuts off.

Carol, who is quite at home in my house, left the scene and the smell of cooking began to waft though the room. I later learned that she was sautéing shallots and garlic in an iron frying pan.

After a few more minutes of April abusing Tommy’s gonads, she seemed to tire of the game and said, “OK Thecia, they’re well busted.”

Per his wishes I would use a straight razor to do the deed. As I approached him he lifted his head and asked for more pain. I’m not into pain, but he had paid the price, so I went into my dining room drawer and retrieved the novelty nut cracker with the picture of Hillary on the handle. His scream would have woken the dead. I increased the pressure until finally the big ball just exploded inside its sack. He passed out, so I got some household ammonia and revived him. The second ball was much like the first, it resisted for a while and then exploded like the first. His whole sack was full of crushed ball as he again passed out. This time I let him wake on his own.

I carefully banded off his scrotum and asked April if she thought he could still cum. To our surprise his big cock jumped to life. Carol and April took turns working what was to be his final load to fruition. He did finally cum, but it seemed to be more blood than cum. It pulsed out like cum but it was crimson.

Before his final spurt, I clamped the base of his cock with a vice grip pliers thereby stemming the flow of jizz. A that time I drew my razor across his nutsack and watched it and it’s load of smashed balls fall to the floor, then his softening cock received the same treatment. Carol had a Teflon spatula at the ready and the whole pile found it’s way into the sizzling frying pan. In the pan, back on the stove, she sliced the dick longwise and browned it on each side, the ball remains she just turned a few times. Carol opened up his scrotum and cooked it like bacon until it was nice and crisp. She took the ball meat out first and a few minutes later the cock halves followed. It really smelled good with the garlic and shallots.

She offered April and me a bite, April declined, but curiosity got the better of me and I took a bite, The ball meat reminded me of the pig’s balls that I had tried at the Testicle Festival in MT. The little piece of cock meat was like tough pork. I didn’t taste her “bacon.” Not great food but fun. Carol ate with gusto, she seemed to love the sautéed meat, taking time to savor every bite.

The banding and the vice grips prevented excessive bleeding. We drove Tommy to the back of a local park, left him there and called 911 with my untraceable cell phone.

On the way back from the park we stopped at the London Grill on Main Street for dinner. April and I had roast orange duck while Carol had kidney pie. She said the pie was the closest thing she could get to ball meat. To each his own. We shared a bottle of red wine.

I was sated, I get very hungry when I nut men.

April, if you read this please e mail me.

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia