My name is Thecia I’m a 31 year old cutter. I am an engineer on my “Day job” but cutting is my passion. A big set of balls falling into a stainless steel bowl is music to my ears. I work all over the world, so my trail of hacked nuts is extensive.

I travel so much on my job that I seem to miss being home for holidays. This year I made it home for Christmas, but it looked like I’d have to be in the north east for New Years Eve.

One of the laborers at the refinery where I consult approached me and asked for advice. It seems that his brother, Abdul, had made plans to detonate a bomb in the middle of the Times Square festivities this New Years Eve. His brother was an anti American radical and the man didn’t know what to do.

I asked him to get me the plan and I told him that I would take care of it.

A young man, a hotel employee was to bring the explosives to his room four hours prior to midnight. I got into the hotel before the police closed off the street and found a housekeeping closet to wait.

Precisely at eight PM the young man, carrying a large canvas bag, arrived at room 332 where Abdul opened the door for him. I walked by in my black all purpose party dress as though I was a tourist. When the door was opened enough I sapped the young man with a leather billy and at almost the same instant tased Abdul with 50,000 volts. Both men hit the floor in a pile.

I’m only 120 pounds but I work out and I’m pretty strong for my weight. I was able to tie both men to doors with most of their weight borne by the door structure. I taped both men’s mouths and tied off their legs. They were now immobile in the fashion of a medieval dudgeon.

I took my time and stripped naked to lessen the chance of getting blood on my clothes. They man not be allowed to look at naked women but both men showed a bulge at once. I giggled to myself, that problem would end soon.

I turned the TV on and watched the pre midnight show. I opened the canvas sack and examined the explosive vest I found there, it looked dangerous.

At eleven thirty I cut the men’s pants and underwear off, their erections came back. Both tried to protest but the duct tape did its job.

I plugged in my soldering Iron and retrieved my scalpel. The men now showed terror in their eyes.

I began with the younger man. His seven inch cock was hard as a rock, his balls were not huge but they were low hangers. He tried to scream as I carefully sliced his nutsack off. The soldering iron cauterized the wound well. His balls hung there like two Christmas tree ornaments. I turned to Abdul who struggled mightily. His sack came off with little problem, Because of the soldering iron the smell of cooking flesh filled the room, The aroma was much like a pork roast cooking, now offensive at all. Abdul’s dick was pretty small but his balls were world class. They hung like two big lemons from their cords. Both men were sobbing uncontrollably, so much for the terrorist heroes.

I placed the sacks in a zip lock bag of salt. That would preserve them until I had them tanned and made into small purses.

During the four hour wait, I decided to both amuse myself and show these men what they would be missing. I donned my velvet gloves and gave each man a hand job. I love seeing naked nuts pull up and cum for the last time. First the younger man’s cords tightened and thick ropes of cum shot across the room. The volume impressed me, for little balls they sure put out a lot. Abdul’s balls pulled up in the same way but despite the size of his set, they only dribbled a teaspoon full. It was fun anyway.

When the TV announcer said ten minutes to midnight, I tied off each set of cords and vessels. When the big crystal ball began to fall I began snipping nuts off. They all hit the floor within seconds of the New Year. I only wish I could have cut all four off at the same instant, but I did the best that I could. Each testicle made a faint plop as it hit the floor.

I left the hotel by the back door and strolled off. The police didn’t care about anyone leaving the perimeter, so I had no problem.

I made my way to the Staten Island Ferry and on the trip across, I called 911 on my untraceable cell phone, I used the words “Terrorist and room 332,” then I tossed it and my nutting kit into New York Harbor. I retrieved my car and went to a diner in NJ where I had eggs Benedict and coffee. Nutting always makes me hungry.

The four terrorist nuts have already been made into Christmas tree ornaments for next year.

Respectfully submitted

Thecia