Trace screamed and struggled on the table. Becky came over to him with the glowing hot knife. He cried, and begged her not to do it, pulling against the straps holding him down. He screamed as she took his cock and started to cut through it. The blood only dripping a little due to the wounds being burned shut.

"Hey, if you didn't want your cock cut off, you shouldn't had cheated on me. At least I'm letting you live."