My name is Thecia and I’m a 31 year old female cutter.

I work as an engineer and travel a lot. I often work in NY/NJ. Sometimes I will go with people from the client’s plant to dinner at a local bar/restaurant.

Through these friends I met a very nice couple. I took to them right away, their names were Doreen and Chad. Doreen was about 36 year’s old, blonde and had a great figure. Chad was a year or two older and in good shape. Each time I was sent to that job site I would look them up we would all have dinner Together.

We spoke on many subjects, including sex, I told them that I had a fuck/buddy as I didn’t have time for a real relationship. They told me their secret, they were swingers, they didn’t swap but they did like to have another woman in the mix. Doreen, half joking, asked me if I wanted in. To her surprise and even to my surprise I said, “Yes.”

She showed me picture of her mouth on Chad’s big cock and another of him entering her from behind.

We decided to meet at their house for drinks and see what happened. It worked as expected, after about 20 minutes, Chad’s big cock was balls deep in me, with Doreen sucking his oversized nutsack at the same time. Later we played musical chairs with his cock, we would each suck for three strokes and pass it to the other. When he shot his load, whoever got it in her mouth would play with it and then share it with the other. It was wild fun sex and we repeated it every time I was sent to the area.

Neither of them knew about my avocation as a cutter.

On one occasion, in the middle of a hot sex session, Chad and Doreen got into a fight. I said, “I’m outta here.” Out of nowhere, Chad backhanded his wife so hard that she fell across the room. I stood and told him to chill, but his response was the same treatment his wife had received, a strong slap. I saw stars and fell across the bed. He left the room and I comforted Doreen. She told me that this happened often and that he really loved her and would be very sorry. I told her that this was the classic battered wife syndrome, and she had to stop him. She wouldn’t hear of it.

One little piece of advice from me to all the men out there, “Never piss off a cutter.”

The next time I saw them he apologized up one side and down the other. I pretended to accept it and we had a couple of more wild sex sessions.

The following trip east I planned my revenge. We got into it and Doreen and I tag team blew him. While he was recovering his erection we did a little show for him.

I told him that I wanted to tie him up, I showed him the soft yarn that I intended to use. I broke a strand in my hand to show him how he could easily break it if he wanted to get loose. When I actually tied him, I secretly switched the yarn for the same stuff with an aircraft stainless steel cable embedded in it.

We played with him and got him rock hard again. While playing with his large cock I mentioned that I was not happy with his violent streak and that we really should do something to calm him down. He laughed and said that, that would never happen again. I said, “You’re right, it won’t.”

He still didn’t have a clue. Doreen and I did the musical cock thing again, his large helmet splayed even larger than normal and Doreen got the prize, a huge mouthful of hot thick cum. She rolled it around in her mouth and then passed it to me, I passed it back to her and she swallowed the big load.

When I showed him my elastrator he had no idea what it was. I said it was just a sex toy. When I popped the first band over the neck of his sack he began to struggle. I punched him in the balls and told him to stop, he stopped. I used two bands to try to keep the blood and ball juice off of Doreen’s Egyptian cotton sheets.

The second band scared him and he tried to break the bonds but instead of the yarn parting the stainless steel cable just dug into his flesh.

I held the sterilized curved garden shears to his face and said, “Do you remember hitting your wife? His answer, “I never meant to.” Then do you remember hitting me? “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

I told him to remember that I said he had to calm down, well, “now we’re going to calm you down.” Doreen didn’t try to stop me, she just sat in the corner crying. He screamed, “NO, NOT MY BALLS.”

Holding the cutters in one hand, I brought the heel of my other hand down hard on the opposing handle. The super sharp shears cut through the scrotum, the muscle and the cords like they were made out of butter. His whole nut sack fell to the bed as one baseball sized ball. There was almost no blood and the paper towels that I had put under his equipment caught the drips. I picked up the severed set and tossed them to Doreen, I said, “He’ll be calm now. No more abuse.”

When she realized what she had caught, she screamed and tossed his former manhood back to me. I missed the catch and the thing(s) rolled off of the other side of the bed and hit the floor with a loud plop. They were big balls. I watched the huge cock that was rock hard not ten minutes before, die in front of me.

I knew he would not ever bother me, he just wouldn’t have the balls (pun intended) for revenge. I would miss his big cock as would Doreen, but I had plans to involve her with another couple, namely me and my fuck buddy.

I left her there crying but with an expression of relief on her face. I tossed the garden shears into the bay and went to Ahab’s, a local bar and grill.

I had mussels in red sauce, a salad and a Miller Lite.

Months later Doreen and I shared my fuck buddy for the first of many trysts. Doreen and I still do the musical cock thing.

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia