My name is Thecia and I’m a 31 year old engineer with a side job as a cutter, lopping nuts off of men.

Each fall some of us go to the annual Testicle Festival in MT. This holiday season I decided to host a Christmas party for the cutters that meet there every fall.

I invited Marissa from Chicago, Marga and Jill from NY, Amanda from North Carolina, a few male cutters and several female slave owning dommes.

The party was to be at my rental house in NJ. The house is given for my use by the engineering company that I work for whenever I’m in New Jersey, it house has a huge heated family room.

There were thirty some people attending, including about 10 slaves for service and entertainment.

I had a caterer make three turkeys a ham and a couple of geese for dinner.

Linda brought her slaves, two cut males, a female and one intact male. Of course the female would be fucked for our entertainment. Carol brought two cut males and two intact males who were to be nutted at the party. There were several to be used in cutters games where the loser would be de-balled. It was to be a festive evening.

Linda had made nut stroganoff (see: Thecia and G) and I had made roasted nuts enrobed in chocolate.

We had the traditional ball tug of war. Two big slaves, one white, one black were tied to each other by their balls with nylon cord. The men were put into a ten foot circle and the one who pulled the other out of the circle would keep his balls, the other would watch his balls be roasted over an open fire, dipped and eaten.

The men struggled mightily, each straining. Each scrotum bled and the game was touch and go. I had a straight razor at the ready for the loser. After many minutes of struggle the black man edged the white man over the line. Both men lay face up and totally drained of strength. I cut the nylon cord and lifted the loser’s balls up by the string. Without warning, I brought the razor down and felt it cut through the sack, cords, vessels and muscle. The big nutsack, still securely tied with the cord, popped up into the air like a yoyo at the end of my string. Marissa lifted the black man’s sack and announced him the winner. As she lifted she said, “Are you glad you got to keep your balls?” The man nodded just as Marissa sliced the huge nut bag from his body. She said, “Sorry, I lied.” We looked at each other and giggled, each with our nut sack yoyo on our own string.

Carol had brought a slave to be nutted, he was fine with it until he saw the scalpel. He said, “I don’t want this anymore, let me go.” Ten female hands grabbed him but he was very strong, he almost got away when Jill grabbed him by the balls and twisted him to the ground. I had the elastrator band on him in seconds and his severed balls in my hand in a few more seconds.

Over the years people who read my stories have offered their balls for my amusement. I’ve never taken them up on it until now.

There were six of these men, Andrew who had a tiny dick but big healthy balls, David who was older and done with his balls, G who loved me, Jack, who wanted them cut but didn’t know why, Antoine who thought he still wanted to keep them but was mistaken and Paulo who always wanted to be a woman. It was a big commitment for them, but just twelve more nuts to be roasted to me.

With so many cutters there the twelve balls didn’t stand a chance. They were all floating in a stainless steel bowl in minutes.

I had a bunch of oak skewers and each attendee took a freshly peeled ball and roasted it over the open fire. We had two dips to choose from, a barbecue and a soy dip. The male cutters, wimps that they are, would not eat a ball. There were plenty to go around, I had three and I saw Marissa gobble four. They were wonderful, I would have had more but we still had the nut stroganoff and main meal to go.

All in all we consumed about thirty six balls, the very essence of 18 men, my loins tingled (and got a little wet) at the thought. I liked the chocolate covered ones best.

For once I didn’t go have a meal after cutting, I was stuffed.

Respectfully Submitted,

Thecia