Thecia's Education
STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES
Thecia learns new things.Fiction and not for minors.
Thecia’s Education

My name is Thecia and I’m a 31 year old cutter. I’m an engineer by trade but
cutting is my passion.

Over the years I’ve had women offer to pay for the privilege of slicing off a
set of ripe balls. I would never do it for the fear that infection or some
other complication would cause a legal problem for me.

Through my mentor, Digger, I met a woman called Angela, it seems she had been
gang raped by her live-in boyfriend and some of his friends. Her own
prescription for therapy was to cut a mans nuts off.

While I wouldn’t allow that on my watch, so to speak, I did have an answer.

I heard of a group that practiced just this type of therapy. Thorough another
underground cutter in Chicago I found the group. They were headquartered in,
of all places, Des Moines IA. Their practice is to capture and transport
rapists and child molesters to their underground compound and use their balls
to help others cope with bad experiences.

I made arrangements for Angela and me to visit. Their fee was $5,000.00 and
for that the client would get to torture and cut off a set of deserving balls.
Angela understood that if she couldn’t bring herself to do the cutting, it
would be done for her and no money would be refunded. She would also be
allowed to view any other procedures going on at the same time.

The facility was in the basement of an ambulance garage. The ambulttes were
used for transport of the victims. Police rarely stop and ambulette and even
if they did there would be nothing suspicious about a heavily drugged patient.

We were met by a woman called Nancy, who was obviously in charge. Angela gave
Nancy the stack of postal money orders totaling $5000. and we were escorted to
the basement. There were four “work rooms” and two of them were occupied. One
woman had dropped 10 big ones to have an exploding ball contest. Using wooden
carpenter clamps she was taking a half of a turn at a time on two balls. One
attach to a big black man and the other hanging from a slight white man. With
each turn the respective ball would get flatter, they were both about a half
inch thick but not ruptured. Each mans right nut was untouched. The men were
screaming in pain and each had passed out at least once already. When a man
passed out the game would stop and the man would be revived. The men were told
that the winner would keep his balls. On the next turn of the screw the white
guy’s ball exploded. It popped like a balloon but with a deeper sound. The man
passed out. The woman turned to the black man, gently released the almost flat
ball and caressed it with soothing oil. She said to the man, “do you remember
the promise, that when you win you will keep your balls? Well, I lied.” With
that she raised a 20 oz. hammer and brought it down on the tortured ball. It
exploded like the other one, but with much more force.

This was beginning to be fun, when the hammer crushed the doomed ball. I had
an orgasm, I think Angela did too.

The woman held the black man’s nutsack and drew a straight razor across the
neck of it. Both the good ball and the pureed one came off in her hand. She
pulled the still round one out by its cords and tossed the rest into a garbage
can that was provided there. She did the same with the white guy’s manhood. We
watched as she wrapped dental floss tightly around the base of each penis.
When they began to turn blue she drew the razor across each shaft and they now
belonged to her.

We now met Angela’s subject. He was a large man of mid –eastern origin. The
man was strapped to a gurney and naked. We learned that he was a child
molester. His balls were impressive, nice big ones. I could tell that by her
look that Angela would enjoy this. She caressed his limp dick until it rose
and hardened before us. She said, “Do you like this, pig?” He nodded in
assent. She expertly worked his now large cock until pre-cum began to seep out
of the tip. Angela said, “Oh! Big man, you’re going to cum for me!” With that
the first drop came out followed by a shooting ribbon. She bent it upward and
it shot into his face, the next few ribbons fell on his chest and stomach. An
impressive load, from a doomed set of balls. She scooped up the spent spunk
and wiped it from her hands onto his face.

Angela’s torture device of choice was a small set of nail clippers.

She told the man, “A set of balls like this hurt me once, this pair will never
hurt anyone again.”

With the little clippers she began to take tiny bites of ball and scrotal
material. Each nip was about half the size of a pencil eraser. When the entire
bottom of his nut sack was gone along with about half of the nuts, she tired
of the game and attacked his no longer hard cock. There was so much blood that
I thought the guy was going to bleed to death. She allowed me to stem some of
the blood and went back to her work. In the end we just cut the whole bloody
mess from his body.

We watched two more nuttings. In one room the woman just walked in, grabbed
the guy’s ball sack and sliced them off with one stroke. She then turned her
back and walked out. The woman in the second room kicked the man’s nuts to a
pulp and then just cut them off. It was a fun day.

We were told the castrated men would be transported to a far away city and
abandoned in the inner city.

On the way back to the airport we stopped at a steakhouse called “The
Cattleman” for dinner. I had an “Iowa Beef” porterhouse steak and Angela had
sirloin tips with gravy. I guess nutting makes both of us hungry.

Respectfully submitted,

Thecia

  

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