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

When I joined my current firm as a junior engineer I became friends with a young secretary named Leona. She sort of unofficially welcomed me to the company and we had lunch together often. She married a young Dallas cop and a couple of years later had a beautiful son. She left the company and became a stay at home mom. I would still see her from time to time at the supermarket.

One day at the frozen food section she asked if I would have lunch with her the following day. Her son was two years old at that time.

She was almost in tears as she told me the story. Her husband had a low sperm count and she couldn’t conceive for a long time. Her next door neighbor, also a Dallas cop, had the same blond hair and Irish look of her husband. She was not proud of the fact that she asked him to father her child. She asked for a sperm donation, but like most men, he insisted on donating directly from the tap. Reluctantly she agreed. She went to his home several times while her husband was at work and he deposited huge loads of thick rich potent cum deep in her womb. Her plan worked and she had a beautiful boy who was the image of her husband. Four months later, her figure returned and James, the neighbor, asked her when she wanted to do it again. She said that she was not proud of what she had done, but she was not having an affair. He made it clear that her husband would find out if she didn’t “put out” for him. Her husband had bonded perfectly with the boy. She was terrified of the possible loss of her wonderful family life and her husband’s well being, so she again reluctantly agreed.

In time there was a second child, another blonde, this time a girl.

Leona was in tears as she went on; James required sex almost every time her husband was at work. He would use her like a whore. Butt fuck her, and make her swallow his cum loads even though she hated it.

Then she told me; “Thecia, I’ve decided to kill myself, it’s the only way to end it.”

While I knew she had made a terrible mistake, I wasn’t going to let this horny cops balls cause the death of a beautiful and loving mother.

In answer to my questions, Leona told me that James had a scotch after each shift. With her help I got into his house and slipped some of Digger’s knock-out drops into his Dewar’s bottle. Digger was my agent and he also did background checks on any potential clients for my cutting business.

About an hour after James came home, I slipped into his house and found him sound asleep in a chair. Digger, through his former Special Forces friends, had made for me, a tiny explosive consisting of a vial of military C-4, the tiniest detonator and a pinhead sized radio triggering device. It was all contained in a smooth plastic capsule about the size of a thin stubby pencil.

James was out like a light, but to ensure my safety, I bound his hands to the chair legs and removed his gun from his reach.

I gently forced the capsule into his urethra, working it down to the base of his big soft cock. Using a syringe with a rounded needle I shot medical “crazy glue” around the capsule cementing it in place.

I gave him a shot of adrenalin to wake him, left a printed note explaining the capsule and after installing a nanny cam I left.

I had Digger arrange for two underage prostitutes to visit him. I then called him and told him that he would pleasure the two women who came to visit or I would blow his “junk” right off of his body. I could tell he was terrified.

My plan worked perfectly, the little nanny cam transmitted the action and I taped it. He seemed to perform well, even with the impediment implanted in his dick. The first girl took a load in her mouth and played with it for his pleasure, gargling with it before swapping the ample load with her cohort. He managed to fuck each one and produce at least two more loads, a virile man.

The following morning I again called him, this time to inform him that both women were minors and we had it all on tape. He was to resign from the police force, sell his home and move from the area. In return for this I would not blow his balls off and I would destroy the tapes.

That very day he put his house up for sale and resigned from his job.

I was happy; I had accomplished what I started out to do. I tailed and watched him for the entire day. Later in the evening I received a call from Leona. He had called her to tell her that he was moving and that he wanted a good bye screw. Part of the conversation was, “I’ve got loaded balls and that load is going to wash your throat.”

I watched him leave the bar where he had stopped after work and he made his way home. When he got out of his car he was smiling and whistling, he walked about halfway to his front door, It was my turn to smile as I triggered the little button on my transmitter. The noise was like a far off little backfire. But the front of his pants were gone and there was blood everywhere.

I didn’t see the aftermath, but I knew that his big prick was tatters at best and his balls were scattered mush. A good thing in my opinion. The little explosion punctured the big artery in his leg, but the EMT’s got to him before he bled out.

It was still early, so I went to Hank’s and had a Ruben sandwich, no doubt made from corned beef left over from Saint Patty’s day, I washed it down with a tap beer.

Leona and her husband lived happily ever after with their two loving children.

Respectfully Submitted,

Thecia