My name is Thecia and I’m a 31 year old cutter. The people that I cut usually want it to be done.  But, I have done a few for the good of the world.   This was one of them. Father Mike was a beloved and admired priest in Dallas.  He had come from NY only two years earlier.

I learned of him through Jill’s cousin Tina who cleaned the rectory. She told Jill that he was often alone with young boys. She didn’t know of any wrong doing but it just seemed suspicious to her. It would be easy enough to check out.  With Tina’s help we installed a nanny-cam in a bookcase in his bedroom/study. 

It didn’t take long, on the third evening we saw the boy, and he was maybe thirteen or fourteen.  Father Mike had popped a tape in the VCR and they were intently watching. We couldn’t see the screen, but we assumed it was porn.  After twenty minutes or so he had the boys little penis in his hand. Five minutes later he had his mouth on it. I couldn’t watch any more, but I vowed to myself that I would put a permanent end to this abuse.

We taped four different sessions with Father Mike and other young boys.

In my ignorance, I thought that I could get him alone with me.  I’m not a super model but I know that guys hit on me a lot and I can usually get almost any man that I want.  Not so in this case, I was no competition to a young boy in the priest’s eyes.  The obvious method would be to use a boy as bait, but I couldn’t’ bring myself to do that.  So “strong arm” was the only way. 

The good father walked about 200 feet from the church to the rectory each night.  My friend Digger arranged for two burly motorcycle club members to interfere with the nightly walk. As a result the priest was delivered to an abandoned farm house about 20 miles north of McKinney. The men held the blindfolded priest down as I nailed straps around his wrists and ankles, into the floor. I had told Digger to pay them, but he said that when they found out about the child abuse, they did it for nothing.

I cut his clothing off and exposed his “package.”  I put on my velvet glove and prepared to “drain” his big balls, but it was to no avail.  He just wouldn’t get hard.  I called Jill and asked her if she could get her hands on kiddy porn.  She said, “In my business I can get anything.”  I told her that I would meet her at Hank’s, our local watering hole, in forty minutes.

I checked the bindings on Father Mike’s arms and legs and just to be sure that he stayed put, I drove a three inch nail through his nutsack. I’m sure that there was a lot of pain, but it didn’t hurt me at all.

Jill was at Hank’s, right on time.  She put the tape and portable player in my car, then we went back inside and had a beer, I knew the priest would still be there when I got back.

He was in the same spot with his balls still nailed to the floor.  I put a hood over my own face so as not to be recognized I then popped the tape in the player and let him watch. Sure enough his big cock sprung to life. I used my velvet glove on him and this time with the VCR tape going there was a reaction. After a few minutes I felt him grow tense and soon ribbons of cum shot out of his dick like a fountain.  I wasn’t quick enough and one stream landed in my hair, at least it missed my face.

I had already decided that this set was not going into my collection, I would destroy them right then and there. I pulled his right nut down as far as I could, to the bottom of his nailed sack.  I took another three inch nail and drove it right though the ball, a lot of screaming this time. I did the same with his left and smaller ball, more heavy screaming.

I don’t like giving pain, but in this case it would be my pleasure.  I had stopped the nails before the heads actually hit his balls.   To my surprise, his cock started to erect again, despite the pain.  I asked him, “So you like little boys?”  He didn’t respond. I lifted the nice shiny 20 oz. Stanley hammer and drove the nail that was in his right ball.  One shot and the testicle was a ruined spot of mush. He screamed again and then passed out.  I slapped him a few times and he woke up, albeit in a lot of pain. I calmly asked, “Don’t you think your hurting those boys that you molest?”  He strained at his bindings but still couldn’t move.  I looked at his remaining nut and said, “You know, these are bad, bad balls.” With that the hammer came down again and his left ball joined the right as ball guts.

The rest was easy, I didn’t even use a scalpel, I used the box cutter that I used to cut his clothes.  I pressed it down on the floor and drew it across the neck of his ball sack.  His sack was pulled down so far that each vessel and duct popped as the razor went through them. He would never molest another kid.

I was careful not to get any ball yuck on me as I sewed him up.  I sewed him because I wanted him nutted, not dead, and if I just left him there he would bleed out.

I cut his bindings and walked out.  We sent the tapes to the police and we later found out the he was transferred from NY because of a priest/child scandal.

I was to meet Jill at Hank’s for dinner, but I had to stop home first to wash the cum out of my hair. Latter I caught up with her.  I had a wonderful prime rib with horseradish sauce and Jill had her regular salad. That’s why she has a perfectly flat, rock hard tummy and I sport just a tad too much. Somehow I’ll tighten up before bikini season.

Respectfully submitted,

Thecia