My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old underground “Cutter.” I’ve been de-balling men for over eight years now, that equates to over 130 sets of balls. I’m an engineer by day and I often work as a consultant in oil refineries in New Jersey and near my home in Dallas.

My aunt Polly lives in the Fox River valley in Wisconsin. She called me one day last summer in tears. . It seems that she was jilted in some way. I agreed to fly out and comfort her. She has lived alone ever since my Uncle Bill died several years earlier. Uncle Bill was a drunk, I loved him dearly but he ruined his life and made Ploy’s life miserable. Bill had inherited a lot of money when his father died, so Polly was comfortable. She had two sons that had moved away and no longer keep in contact with her. She was in her early forties but had the looks of a thirty year old. A great shape, big but not huge boobs and a tiny waist. I hope I look that good at her age.

When I got to her home she served me a glass of Iced tea, in my family that’s what you did, serve Iced tea She met her new love interest, bill (ironically the same name as her husband) through a friend and too k to him right away. He was from NY but had work in Wisconsin. He was an engineer and worked as a consultant, much as I do in my job.

We had dinner and later with a glass of wine she told me the whole story. Bill had swept her off of her feet. On their second night together they had sex. It knocked her socks off. She had her first orgasm ever. She had been married to her husband for 25 years and never knew what sex was about. They only made love with the lights and the TV on, He would go until he got his load off and roll over and go to sleep. They never had oral in any way nor did they use any position except basic missionary. Bill went down on her and she loved it, she even gave her first ever blow job.

Bill had designed a dumping system for Caterpillar Tractor that he claimed would revolutionize the industry. According to him, Cat would pay him $500.000.00 for the invention and $10,000.00 per unit built. All he needed was $300,000.00 to get the project finished. Being a trusting soul, she gave him the money. He made a big deal out of signing a two page promissory note and he even took her out to the best restaurant in town. Celebrate.

The following night he was to stay home to work. His home was an extended stay motel suite. When Polly got home from her job she noticed his briefcase in her foyer. After getting no answer on his cell she decided to take it to him. The drive was only ten minutes, she went to the front desk where they told her that he was not in. Upon leaving she noticed his car in a far corner of the parking lot. On a whim she walked to the car, where she found, to her surprise, Bill, balls deep in a teenager. Polly screamed and swung his briefcase so hard that she broke his windshield. He must have been cumming because he held still for a few seconds and never looked up.

Polly stormed off and went home. In the morning she called her lawyer. She brought the promissory note to the lawyer and told him she wanted her money back. It turned out that the “note “was a venture capital agreement that gave her nothing if the idea didn’t sell. It was all bogus and she had no legal recourse.

Aunt Polly had no idea about my avocation as a cutter. I told her that I may have a way to give her some relief. I followed Bill for a couple of days. I learned that he ate in the same restaurant almost every second day, a place called the Red Fox on Main Street. A plan formed in my little head.

I called Jill in Dallas and had her fly in. I picked her up at the airport then I called in a favor and a new Rolls Royce showed up with fake Utah plates.

I waited at the Red Fox parking lot until I saw bill drive in. I told Jill on the cell phone to move in. She managed to park right next to him. He smelled money and began a conversation about the car. Jill said that she had another one in Florida. He was hooked. Nothing happened that night, but a day later she “bumped” into him again. This time they had dinner together. Of course with Jill directing they ended up in bed at his mote. She later told me that he was as good as Polly said. she got off three or four times and he came as much as she did. Of course, she made sure that his drink had one of Digger’s knock out drops in it.

When I got there he was tied securely and beginning to wake up. I prepped him and laid out my tools. When he was awake enough to understand I gave him the papers to sign releasing my aunt’s money. He calmly told me to “Go fuck yourself!” Without a word I slit open his nutsack and popped his right ball out into the open. As he squirmed, I tied off the cords. I quietly asked him to please sign the papers, his response was another, “Go fuck yourself.”

Without a word I pulled his big nut completely out of the sack and sliced it off. He didn’t believe it. The terror in his eyes was total. I held the orb by it’s now cooling cords and rubbed it against his cheek. If it were not for the ball gag I’m sure the whole town would have heard him.

I asked him again to sign and he did without resistance. I told Jill to get the papers to my aunt and I went back to work. I sliced open the other side of his bag, pulled the nut out and tied off the cords. Bill fought as hard as he could but the bindings held well. I eased the pressure on the ball valve, but he tried to scream. I told him that if he wanted to keep his last ball he would keep his mouth closed when I ease the ball gag. He nodded in assent. I asked him if he knew what he had done wrong and he said yes. And that he would never do it again. I laughed to my self, “crooked bastard.” I admired his package, at least what was left of it, No wonder he pleased Aunt Polly. He had like an eight incher and big ripe balls. Well one ball now. ”

I forced the ball gag back in place and held his warm ball in my hand. I told him that I could take this one too, but I’m going to spare it. I saw the relief in his eyes. He lay back with a sigh.

I took the big ball in my hand and told him that I was putting it back and all would be well. Without telling him I drew my scalpel across the cords and the big ball fell dead into my hand. I held it up for him to see and I said, “OOPS.” Oh yeah, you were the guy who told me to “Go fuck yourself.”

I sewed him up and left him there for the night. In the end Aunt Polly got her money back and the con man got what he deserved.

Jill returned the Rolls Royce and we had dinner at a bar called My Father’s Place. Jill had prime rib and I had twin lobster tails. Nutting always makes me hungry

Respectfully Submitted,

Thecia