My name is Thecia and I’m a 31 year old cutter. All of my clients come through my friend and agent “digger” who owns and operates a tattoo parlor in Dallas.

I was in the Northeast for my engineering job when Digger called about a client. He had been approached by the guy’s girlfriend about de-balling her lover. Digger checked the guy out, but didn’t meet him. The man, Dean, only wanted to talk with me. As my job in New York was wrapping up I agreed to meet with him the following week.

He was only 20 and I told him that I wouldn’t cut anyone under 21. He proved to me that his birthday was the following month and that that wouldn’t be a problem. He was a strapping six footer but he had the look of a young man who, although he was an adult, still didn’t get “it”. She was a striking cheerleader type named Joan. She had a near perfect figure along with blue eyes and blonde hair. They both agreed that they wanted his nuts gone. She said that she wanted a pure marriage with no distractions and he agreed.

We worked out a day for the procedure and she drove him to my clinic in Mexico.

I asked Joan if she wanted to drain the last load before he lost his nuts, but she replied that she wouldn’t do the last load or the first for that matter. Only then did I realize that they had never had sex.

Joan did not come into the room but chose to sit in the waiting room.

I felt sorry for the young man so I donned my velvet glove and gave him a gentle hand job. His equipment was not oversized but nice, his six or so inch dick was arrow straight, unusual. When he came, he shot a huge, last ever, load across the room. I know enough to point those things away from myself when they shoot.

By assistant cleaned the jizz from the floor so neither of us slipped on it.

I explained to Dean that I would prep him, give him two local needles then open the right side of his scrotum, tie off the cords and vessels, snip the ball off and begin on the other side.

I was engrossed in my work, but when I held his severed right ball in my hand, I noticed that he was crying like a baby. Fearing that I was giving him pain, I asked him what was wrong. He sobbed the words, “I don’t want to lose my balls.” I stopped right there and sent my assistant out to tell Joan that there was a problem.

She came into the room and asked if she could speak with him alone. We left until she called for us to come back in. At this point he said that he wanted to go through with it and she agreed.

It took less than ten more minutes to finish the job. I dropped his last ball into the stainless steel bowl with a plop and sewed his nutsack up.

He spent the next two days at the nearby inn to get his strength back. Joan went up to Eagle Pass to go shopping. I thought that was strange, but it wasn’t my business.

When she returned to pick him up she had a Dr. Jekyll / Mr. Hyde thing going. She sneered at him and said, “Come on, you nut-less wonder.” He looked at her like a beaten puppy and asked, “Joan is there something wrong?”

“You’re a nothing now, you’re my slave and I’m going to use you well!” She continued, “If you’re good to me, I’ll let you lick my lovers cum from my just fucked cunt.”

I couldn’t’ believe it, this beautiful cheerleader had become the world’s worst bitch.

It really upset me.

I stopped on the way home at a Captain J’s Seafood House and had a good piece of stuffed salmon and some sweet potato fries. I got over my upset state of mind, a full belly does that to me.

Respectfully Submitted,

Thecia