Date: Thu, 22 Nov 2007 13:38:53 +0000
From: Speedo boy <speedoboy711@googlemail.com>
Subject: Daredevil Speedo Boys star in "Preteens Live On Stage" (part 1)

(M/b, cons bond)

(This is a work of complete fantasy....please don't ever try anything
like it at home, or anywhere else...and leave those boys alone!
This is the prologue..more to come if anyone's interested, or has any
requests or suggestions)

"Are you really sure you want to go ahead with this, Rob? You're still
a very young boy, you know...only ten years old after all..."
"You bet, sir" the eager boy shot back, his eyes flashing with
excitement in the darkness. "I'm ready for anything sir...anything!
It'll be soooo awesome. D'you think the men there will like me? Will
they go for me?"
The preteen boy's swimming coach grinned as he took his eyes off the
road for a second to appraise the little boy sitting willingly in the
passenger seat next to him, safely strapped in. Slim, elfin,
energetic, grinning for ear to ear, as fit as a fiddle and as fresh as
a daisy. Gorgeous brown hair flopping into his innocent, trusting
brown eyes, button nose, red sensual lips, totally smooth and hairless
torso, nipples to die for, and a bubblebutt that was just made for
swim coaches with a deep interest in exploring the sexual limits of
the preteen boys at his afterschool swim club.
"Are you kidding Rob? Do you realise how long some of these guys will
have waited to see a bunch of the cutest little preteen boys in
speedos performing live in an extreme boy bondage sex show? They'll be
rock hard as soon as you set foot on the stage!"
The little boy giggled and squirmed over-excitedly in the black
leather car seat. In his own small, boyish way, he was rock hard too.
His little penis was protruding painfully like a tiny dagger inside
his tight little black speedos, which were the briefest, most
revealing possible cut - the "boyslut cut" as his swimming coach
jokingly called it.
The little swimmer's slender fingers reached down inside his black
sweat pants, and right inside his tiny little speedo, so that he could
adjust his boysex to make it lay a little more comfortably inside the
tight constraints of the black spandex garment. The ten year old boy
hadn't been allowed to jerk off for a month, and his little hairless
body was on fire.
He looked out of the car window, watching the dark countryside
flashing past. Eventually, the car arrived at a huge pair of black
iron gates, where the child had never been taken before. The boy's
swim coach whipped out his phone and called a secret number. He gave a
password, which sounded to the little athlete something like "Marquee
Derssarde", and the gates swung open.
The swim coach turned to the little boy again, and said to him very
seriously "I don't wanna bug ya Rob, but this is it...once we're
inside, he won't let us out until he decides the game is over....are
you really sure you want to go ahead with this...it's a very dangerous
game, as you know...you'll have a lot of fun, but sometimes you'll be
very scared, and your body will be tested right to its breaking
point...and maybe beyond!"
The ten year old felt as though his cocklet was swelling so full of
young boyblood that it might burst. The preteen boy had never felt so
sexually aflame.
"Gee sir, I've never been so sure of anything in my life..so c'mon!
What are we waiting for...C'mon! Bring it on sir!"
The swim coach kissed his boy gently on his boysmooth cheek, and drove
the car through the iron gates, which swung shut swiftly, with a
deathly clang. There was no escape now for the little swimmerboy, and
he would know no more mercy until the morning. A long night of sexual
experimentation lay ahead for the preteen, and he knew he would need
all his boy-courage and all his boy-bravery to make it through. But he
was ready, and he believed that he was tougher than any of the men
there could possibly imagine. Twelve other little boys, aged between
seven and eleven, believed the same thing, and one by one, with their
guardians, they too arrived, to make up a harem of thirteen of the
most gorgeous preteens any boylover could imagine in his wildest
dreams.

The guardians joined the numerous guests who'd been invited to see the
show. It was to take place in an ornate old-fashioned theatre deep in
the basement of the huge mansion. Dozens of hi-definition cameras were
ready and waiting  to record every excruciating angle the young boys'
extraordinary performances, as the audience usually liked to enjoy
recordings of show over and over again in the privacy of their own
homes after the event. The DVDs usually came with an enticing menu of
extra features, to ensure that every possible taste was catered for,
however unusual.
Months before the show, the carefully-selected members of the audience
had submitted their requests for the performance. They'd given their
host notice of the acts which they'd like to see the preteen boys
perform - either by the boys they were in charge of, or by other boys
of a specific age or hair colour. The instructions were often quite
detailed, specifying for example the color of the speedo that the boy
was to wear for his turn on stage, and whether it should be a pre-slit
garment or not.   A pre-slit speedo included a carefully-styled hole
in the rear of the swimwear which allowed penetration of a little
boy's anus while he still wore the ultra-sexy little garment. Not all
the boys wore them, as some of the acts involved no penetration at
all. But many of them did, and they looked awesome when they did so.
The boys were carefully trained so that they were eager to experiment
in ever-more daring scenarios. They always had the right to stop the
action at any point with a pre-arranged safeword, which was always
respected. The idea was not to traumatise the youngsters, but to let
them achieve more daring feats than they'd ever imagined. The kids
knew it was tough, but they wanted to prove themselves tougher. The
action was consensual, and even if the brave boys didn't always find
it comfortable, their erect little boycocks showed how excited they
were, even under pressure. The most successful preteen performers had
already developed a strong taste for sex, bondage and torture - they
were nominated by coaches at swimming clubs, cub scout leaders, Roman
Catholic priests or even ballet teachers, who were good at spotting
attractive and adventurous children.

Tradition dictated that the youngest boys appeared first, in slightly
less demanding acts - they were only seven years old after all, and
this was to be their debut in this kind of show. Then the eight year
olds did even more daring stuff...then the nine year olds upped the
ante...the ten year olds did stuff that made your hair stand on end
(as well as your cock)...and the solitary eleven year old boy at the
end of the performance performed a grand finale which, quite frankly,
you sometimes needed a strong stomach to watch, if you weren't really
into jerking off watching preteen boys in hardcore bondage situations.
But he chose the challenge because...well, enough of that...on with
the show!

(Any comments or requests are always welcome, so are pics etc

Speedoboy711@googlemail.com

The speedo boys also perform in:

/nifty/gay/adult-youth/speedo-boys-daredevil-challenge/

and

/nifty/gay/adult-youth/boy-daredevils-in-speedos/