My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old female “cutter.” I’m an engineer in my day job and my avocation is an underground cutter. Because I work two jobs and travel for both of them I don’t have or want a normal, boy girl, relationship. I have a fuck buddy, or as they are sometimes called a “friend with benefits.” This works very well for me as he is there when I need him and gone when I don’t need him.

My next door neighbors are a trio of airline flight attendants. One of them introduced me to a guy who I will call “Don.” Not his real name of course.

While I didn’t want a relationship, Don got my motor running. We went out in a group a few times and to make the story shorter, I ended up in bed with him. He was the perfect man, handsome, funny, well hung and talented in and out of bed. Despite my intentions, I fell for him. We became an item and promised to be faithful to each other, I even suspended my fuck buddy. Don and I no longer used condoms as I fully trusted him.

I had just arrived on a flight from Europe where I had been working on an offshore oil terminal. I had no sooner entered my house when my friend Jill called me to tell me that she had seen Don’s truck at the Super 8 motel in McKinney, TX.

It was six PM, I jumped in my car and high tailed it over there, of course there was no truck. I had dinner, relaxed a bit and went back over there at eleven PM. There was Don’s truck parked directly in front of a first floor room. I parked a few spots away and calmly walked to the room and peeked through a crack in the curtain. I could see a brassy blonde with her legs in the air and Don’s big balls slapping her ass. Someone walked out of a nearby room so I casually walked to the coke machine at the end of the row of rooms. The person got ice and returned to his room. When I got back to the window, the blonde had most of Don’s seven inch cock in her mouth and he was pumping a huge load of cum into her, it was running out of the corner of her mouth. That was enough for me, as I’ve said before, “Never piss off a cutter.”

I called and left a message on Don’s machine, telling him that I was home and tired and that I would talk with him in the morning.

He called me at nine the next morning. I had taken the day off to deal with my jet lag and I was just having my morning coffee. He wanted to come over, but I told him I was still tired and we could meet tomorrow, Saturday, and have the weekend together. I suggested a nice ride to Mexico.

Saturday morning we took my car and left on our little adventure. Just across from Eagle Pass TX, is the little Mexican town of Piedras Negras, about 15 miles from the town is my small rented clinic room. Don knows nothing of my other life as a cutter. We had dinner at the small inn across from the clinic where my clients recover. They know me there and always serve bottled water and the food is washed in bottled water.

Don and I went for an evening stroll. I had been playing footsie with his crotch in the restaurant and he was aroused to say the least.

I walked him behind the clinic, kneeled on my jacket and extracted his large cock from his fly. It popped right out, thick, hard as a rock and a good seven plus inches long. I took it in my mouth and without the usual teasing I began to work on it. I held his big warm balls in my hand and pulled gently down on them. I felt his helmet flare in my mouth, his big balls tighten up and pre-cum almost run out of his cock slit. When he came it was like a gusher. I swallowed as fast as I could, but not fast enough. His thick rich jizz erupted out of the corners of my mouth, onto the ground and his pants. His knees gave way and he had to hold my shoulder for support. His massive load was especially delicious because I knew it was his last load ever, that blonde would never get another taste.

He was still unsteady on his feet when my shot-filled leather sap hit him on the side of his head. He fell like a ton of bricks, not two feet from the door of my clinic room. I’m fairly strong, but my 120 pound body had a problem dragging his 180 pounds into the clinic and onto the table. I had planned to nut him surgically, but that was too good for him. I moved his now limp dick out of the way, it still had my salvia on it and a drop of cum on the tip.

I picked up my scalpel, thought for a minute, put it back and got a straight razor from the cabinet. I slid his big nuts into an elastrator and heard the band snap in place. I didn’t want him to bleed to death, but I did want him nutted. I pulled gently down on those huge orbs, much like I had done during his last ever blow job, the razor sliced easily through the tough scrotum skin and the muscled cords within. His large balls came off in my hand, sack and all. He began to wake up and struggle, but the heavy duct tape held him securely. I gave him a shot that would keep him out for the next eight hours or so. I dumped the contents of his sack into a bowl. I washed the nuts and sack with alcohol, I filled the nice large sack with salt and packed it in more salt to preserve it for the tanner. I might even give the change purse we will make from his nutsack to the blonde. I put his balls in a peanut butter jar filled with formaldehyde and sealed it.

I have a casual acquaintance with the owner of a border town whore house. I called him and told him that I had the “slave” that we spoke about, he was delighted. I kept Don in the clinic, still bound, for two days so that he could heal.

Don was not a “client” so I couldn’t just let him cross the border and possibly go to the police.

Juan Carlos arrived appointed time two days after the cutting. I helped him get Dons drugged body into the back of the Lincoln Navigator, and then I followed him to the “house.”

When Don was awake, Juan Carlos showed him his new work station. It was a cubicle closet with gloryholes. Juan Carlos called out for a man named Pedro. I was awed as Pedro walked into the room. He was the biggest Mexican that I had ever seen. Juan Carlos said, “Pedro, teach this gringo to be more loving.”

Pedro’s huge paw forced Dons head down on the table, with his other hand he removed the last bit of Dons clothing. Pedro said, in broken English, “I’m going to fuck you in the ass and you’re going to smile.” Don began to fight, but a huge right hand smacked him across the back of his head. Pedro scooped out a handful of Vaseline and smeared it on don’s asshole while rubbing the rest on his huge cock. Without hesitation he jammed his oversized tool into Don’s ass. Don screamed as loud as I had ever heard anyone scream, I thought the big Mexican was killing him. Pedro settled down to rhythmic pumping and Don just lay there crying. I almost felt sorry for him. During this time another, much smaller, Mexican cam in the room and placed his cock near Dons mouth. The hapless man turned his head in refusal, only to feel another slap from Pedro’s huge hand. Pedro said, “Suck him, if you bite him I will snap your neck. Don began to suck. Pedro came first, driving his huge cock deep into the receiving ass. Soon the second man came, Don tried to spit it out but Pedro’s huge hand grabbed the nape of his neck and he said, “swallow.” Don swallowed.

That night I drove back to Texas, I stopped at a great place in Eagle Pass and had some third alarm Tex-Mex chili and a Miller Lite. As I’ve said many times, “Nutting always makes me hungry.”

The following weekend I had a scheduled client to nut. When I finished slicing his balls off, I took a ride to the “House.” Juan Carlos was happy to see me and he was delighted to show off his new slave. He had TV displays in his office with cameras overlooking each booth. I watched while Don took two American tourists, one right after the other, in his now well reamed ass and I also watched as he sucked another tourist off. He had become an excellent cock sucker. Life is good…..DON’T EVER PISS OFF A CUTTER!

I had just nutted a man, so, of course, I was hungry again. I went to a better restaurant and had veal oskar (veal with crab, asparagus and hollandaise sauce) and a half bottle of merlot, it was wonderful.

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia