Thecia’s colleague Marissa

My name is Thecia and I’m a 31-year old "Cutter."

I only personally know one other female cutter. Her name is Marissa, a nurse in a big city hospital.

While almost all of my clients are gay or just want their balls removed, Marissa comes from a different world. Her clients come from the fetish underground, mostly the S & M crowd. While I try my best to avoid pain while plying my craft, Marissa revels in it, she hates men and their sexuality. I’ve done one job for her to help her out of a time problem and she has helped me in the past.

Her last job was very strange, Four "leather" couples wanted the males cut. While a fifth man, a cult leader would retain his package and service the four women. Totally out of my sphere, but I did agree to help her.

We met at an apartment a few doors from Bubba’s Breakfast Club in Peoria IL. It was a very large apartment with a master bedroom that must have been thirty by thirty. A long plywood table was set up complete with four sets of stirrups. Marissa was already there, she is older than me, about 38 or 39 but still quite beautiful in a hard way. She had long legs and a large natural bust.

The clients and their women arrived on time, along with the cult leader. The women were all built like models and had on (under their long coats) leather strap clothing. The men had jeans and t-shirts. The cult leader who was called Cali wore a long leather duster and under it a leather vest with tight black jeans that showed his ample package.

The four men had the "Stepford Wives" look and I suspected that they were drugged.

Marissa made it clear that I was there to assist, not to cut. That was OK with me. These people creeped me out. I was almost afraid to be in the room with them. I helped Marissa tie the four men face up on the makeshift-operating table. The women were instructed to drain the men of what was to be their last load and proceeded to do so. The shortest woman started a blow job while two of them got on the table and straddled the men, letting their pussys do the work. The forth woman was stroking her man.

My practiced eye wandered over the displayed equipment. Two were "walnuts" one was "grapes" and the last one was "lemons." None of them were especially well hung, all from 5 to maybe 6-1/2 inches.

Had this been my show I would have shaved them and painted them with betadine solution, but Marissa just watched as they neared their orgasms. One by one the men shot their loads. All of it had reverted to blow jobs and all four women swallowed.

I asked Marissa if I should administer the "local shots" and she said "What local?, these people want pain so I give them pain." I had no idea what I was in for.

Marissa had supplied a cooler full of martinis for the women and they and Cali were imbibing. With their plastic cups full of booze they formed a semi circle around the table.

Marissa pulled the first scrotum down away from the mans body and laid his nuts on the hard wood. From out of nowhere she produced a rubber mallet and brought it down on the mans right ball. Not very hard but hard enough. He screamed louder than I had ever heard any man scream. The ball hadn’t ruptured, but it did begin to swell right away. She moved down the table striking each of the eight balls just hard enough to cause terrible pain but not hard enough to rupture them. Thee of the women were fondling themselves and the fourth was just staring in awe.

I turned to look at Cali and was surprised to see his cock in his hand. Now that prick was something, unlike the other men, Cali was hung. About eight inches of hard cock with a helmet almost twice its girth. Impressive to say the least. With a flick of his hand he commanded one of the women to bend over the easy chair in the room, and began to fuck her from behind. She worked her way around so that she wouldn’t miss the show while that huge rod was pounding away at her ass.

Marissa had worked back around to the first guy and asked him, "Do you want your nuts gone?" He nodded his assent. She brought the hammer up again, but this time there was no sissy swing. She brought it down with all of her strength. We heard the hammer hit and I microsecond later the ball exploded. The second man went as the first, but the third begged for mercy. He begged on deaf ears. Marissa slammed his right nut to mush. The man passed out. After smashing one nut on the last man she returned to the end of the line. All four men were sobbing in pain and all four women had cum at least once. (So did I).

While I’m so careful to protect against infection, Marissa didn’t seem to care at all. She took a razor to the first man, slicing his whole sack off with the balls still inside. Now I knew why I was there. She wanted me to fix her messes. She put the severed nuts in a bowl full of some liquid, not a solution that I recognized.

Cali interrupted with a loud yell "I’m cumming , I’m cumming." My thought at the time was, "who cares." He and she were cumming at the same instant that Marissa cut her boyfriends balls off.

When all four men were nutted, I began to work in earnest. Trying to stem the bleeding and getting some kind of suture into each man. All eight balls and four sacks were in the bowl. And as I sutured, Marissa was fooling around with the bowl.

Only after I got the last man more or less back together did I notice that the four young women and Cali were sitting on the couch. They looked stunned. Cali said, "I never got dizzy fuckin’ before."

I looked at Marissa with a questioning glance. She smiled and said, "You don’t think I’m going to let two juicy balls get away, do you?"

What ever she had put in the drinks was a powerful drug. The five people could barely move a muscle.

She walked to the couch and pulled Cali off onto the floor and straddled him. That’s where she cut his jeans off. Marissa looked at the girl with the huge tits and told her blow cali to get him off. The girl tried to get up, but fell into a heap on the floor. Marissa said," well, if you want something done right you have to do it your self." With that she grabbed his semi-soft cock and began to stroke it. Despite his drugged state, his big prick started to harden. It was then for the first time in my life I saw a real "deep throat." She slid her mouth down over it and didn’t stop till it was balls deep in her. With every stroke she took all eight inches, I could see his bulge in her throat each time. When she sensed that he was ready to cum she squeezed his balls as hard as she could. Even drugged, he screamed, but it couldn’t stop his orgasm. Cum shot three feet straight into the air, and as she crushed his balls the cum just shot farther. With out so much as a second of hesitation, she pulled his sack to her and drew her razor from back to front. The whole thing came off in her hand even as his big cock still shot ribbons of cum into the air. She just let out an uncontrolled giggle.

She had an almost crazed look when she looked at me and said, "No attached balls ever leave my workroom."

I enjoy cutting, I even get off on it, but this woman is obsessed with it. The four young women just lay there in their stupor.

Marissa picked up the bowl and tossed the contents, 10 juicy testicles, 5 sacks and the liquid, which turned out to be olive oil with chunks of garlic into a waiting iron frying pan. As I watched she sautéed the grizzly mixture. When it was cooked to her liking she put the stew on a plate to cool. When it cooled she asked me if I’d like some, just as though it was a nice lunch. I declined and she grabbed a hand full right from the plate and stuffed it in her mouth. As she chewed like an animal, I saw a couple of intact balls crush and then she swallowed the ball guts from them, like they were a prize. I had never seen anything like it. As I said, I love cutting balls but this almost made me sick. (I did get off though)

We left them all there in the carnage. The four bound, new eunuchs and the drugged one, along with the women who were still passed out.

We walked around the corner to the breakfast club for something to eat.

Marissa ordered coffee "To wash the balls down" and eggs over easy. I had pancakes with a side of bacon.

I don’t think I’ll ever take on another job with Marissa.

Respectfully Submitted,
Thecia