My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old underground cutter.

With my career as an engineer I’m often required to go downtown to meet with municipal officials. This could be in NY, Dallas or any of a half dozen other cities.

I was leaving a municipal building on Court Street in NY City, it was just 5:00 PM, dark in these winter months, when a young man slammed into me, almost knocking me to the ground, in the ensuing scuffle he made off with my bag. It contained a small amount of cash, some credit cards and all of the other things a woman carries.

I’m pretty athletic, but there was no way that I could catch the man while I was wearing high heels. I noted his build and facial features for later.

I had two other credit cards in my desk, spare car keys etc. I canceled the credit cards and my total loss was about $25.00 cash.

When I got into my room at the end of the day, my mood began to boil over this punk. He truly didn’t know who he was dealing with.

Crime doesn’t travel far from the criminals comfort zone, an area that he knows well.

I donned worn “Street” clothes and began to frequent the area. It only took two evenings before I spotted him walking into a bodega about two blocks away from the incident. From there I followed him to a basement apartment about six blocks from City Hall.

He almost got in the door when my leather sap caught him behind the ear. He fell face down on the rug. From there on it was easy. I tied him securely to the bed frame and cut the clothes from his body.

He had a big flaccid dick and large balls that were pulled up so tight that they looked like one big ball in their sack. He didn’t recognize me, so I said, “You robbed a friend of mine and now I’m going to rob you.” He answered, “Take whatever you want, just don’t hurt me.”

I had in my baggy jacket pockets the tools that I needed, a box cutter, a scalpel, a soldering iron, a ball gag and some cord.

I popped the ball gag into his mouth and said, “Let’s see what these big balls look like naked.” Carefully I sliced the scrotum from his body. He, of course, screamed bloody murder, unheard of course, thanks to the ball gag. I cauterized the wound with the red hot iron and he screamed again.

They were quite plump specimens, very nice balls, even by my high standards. I donned my velvet glove and began to work his big soft cock. It didn’t remain soft for long. I love to watch naked balls cum, pulling up for one last pathetic output. It took a few minutes for the terror to subside and his lust to take over. Finally his now impressive dick began to tighten as pre cum was not dripping, but, running out of the little tip hole.

When he finally shot, it was a gusher. Stream after stream of thick cum ropes flew across the room. I, of course, pointed that big thing away from me, I didn’t need a cum bath. I almost giggled as his doomed nuts pulled up tight during his orgasm. They looked funny without their sack.

Then I began my work in earnest, with a rounded scalpel I began to remove tiny pieces of his big right ball. Each morsel fell into a soup bowl I had found in his closet.

He was writhing in pain, but that only made me smile. I said, “Remember taking what wasn’t yours?” This is what it feels like.

When the nut was reduced to diced ball meat (I diced the cords too.), I began on the other. My soldering Iron took care of the bleeding. I found a wooden cutting board and diced his former scrotum along with the ball meat. This would make a great omelet. The thief has long since passed out, so I let him sleep for the moment.

The omelet worked out well and smelled wonderful. I brought the thief around and when he realized where he was, I told him that it was breakfast time. I laid the box cutter against his forever flaccid dick and said, “If you want to keep this part, eat your breakfast.”

He got several bites down before he threw up. I told him that I would give him another chance and he reingested the upchuck. It didn’t work, He tried again and then he shook his head in refusal as he said, “I can’t do it.” I told him, “OK, don’t worry about it.” With those words I brought the cutter to bear and his big soft dick came off in my hand.

I took the subway downtown to the South Street Ferry, where, at the terminal, I had two slices of great New York Pizza, in my opinion the best in the world. Cutting always makes me hungry.

Respectfully submitted,

Thecia