Date: Fri, 13 Jun 2008 11:50:51 +0100
From: Speed Back <speedback11@googlemail.com>
Subject: Daredevil Speedo Boys - Live On Stage part 12

(M/b), cons anal, cons bond)

(WARNING: This is obviously fiction...nothing like it has ever happened in
real life, nor should it, for very obvious reasons. Don't try anything like
this at home guys, or anywhere else! And leave those boys alone!
Speedoboy711 speedback11@googlemail.com )

The next time the rich red theatre curtain was raised, the huge water tank
had vanished. The stage was bare, apart from a boy-size flogging frame which
had been placed in the centre, and a metal stand next to it, over which hung
an extraordinary array of whips. The audience could see that the frame would
allow a little boy to be spreadeagled in a variety of ways, so that his
hairless preteen torso could be whipped savagely, or indeed gently, in a
variety of positions. This would continue, presumably, until the small boy
chose to stop the performance by saying his safeword, or until his master
decided it was too risky to continue to flay his little slave.
Somewhere in the bowels of the theatre, deep and sinister organ music
swelled, and, right on cue, a huge wolf-like man with an incredibly hairy
chest appeared menacingly on the stage. In his strong muscular arms, he was
cradling  what appeared to be the body of a preteen boy, bound extremely
tightly all over in black leather.
The audience was intrigued, and the cameras zoomed in, to show what was
indeed a young boy's body completely encased from head to toe in an
extremely tight-fitting black rubber costume, which covered every single
inch of the youngster. Close-ups showed there were tiny pinholes for his
small nostrils to allow the child inside to breathe, but that was all. The
boy had adopted a traditional Egyptian Mummy posture, with his thin little
arms crossed over his chest, and his straight legs kept tightly together
side by side. The cameras also showed that, coiled tightly and almost
endlessly around the boy's torso, and between and around his legs, was a
very long thick black leather whip. The ten year old boy encased helplessly
inside was visibly panting inside his super-tight black rubber costume. His
little ribcage was pumping up and down like a jackhammer. The slim child in
the torture suit within must have been sweating wildly too.
The enormous hairy man with the wolfish grin placed his thoroughly bound
boy carefully in an upright position in front of the flogging frame, but
didn't attach him to it yet. The audience watched fascinated as the master
slowly uncoiled the whip which had been wound around every inch of the small
boy's torso, by spinning the child around like a top. The boy nearly fell
forwards, sideways or backwards several times, as he was evidently
disorientated inside the prison of his tight costume, as he was whirled
briskly around. It was clear that the child could see nothing, and the
audience imagined that he could also hear very little. The boy could
certainly not speak, as there was no mouth-slit in the black rubber
full-head mask which covered his little head and neck completely. The
spectators quickly realised that it would be impossible for the boy to say
his safeword, for the time being at least.
As the boy's master unwound the last of the immensely long whip from the
child's body, he found the handle, which had been tucked neatly between the
child's legs. The grinning man held it aloft triumphantly, and then
demonstrated to the cameras that the black rubber handle was in fact the
kind of dildo. They zoomed in to capture close-ups of the thick black
phallus. It was clearly too large to be inserted into the hairless anus of a
ten year old boy comfortably. But a brave youngster might be able to
accommodate at least some of it, thrust deeply into his fresh boycunt, if he
had a lively masochistic streak. Most ten year old boys like to play rough,
after all. They can take it at that age, but certainly no younger.
The programme notes revealed that the boy had designed the costume and props
himself. Earlier that year, at a private summer school for energetic
boys, the preteen had found he had a kinky fetish for black leather and
black rubber. His swimming coach and bondage master, Lord Wolf,
had tested the child in a variety of unusual outfits in a dressing up
session, most of which has a sexually suggestive theme. They had all tickled
the experimental boy's fancy, and he'd spent many hours giggling as he was
hauled into some some satanic new bondage suit which they'd dreamt up
between them.
The accompanying photo in the programme showed a very fuckable ten year old
white boy who was slightly tall for his age, with brown hair, large trusting
brown eyes, a small button nose and full, sensuous red lips. It was the kind
face of a boy who had always been well loved and well treated. The kind of
clean little boy who goes to bed early in pristine  pajamas after a mug of
warm milk. And yet there was a wicked, wanton streak in him too. The look in
his eyes seemed to say "If you think I'm pretty, you can fuck me - but only
after given me a good whipping, ok?" He was slim and willowy rather than
muscular, and looked extraordinarily happy in the photo as he posed,
grinning broadly, in his little black speedos with a one-inch yellow stripe
down each side of the garment. The name of his swimming club was written in
yellow letters on the front of his tiny torture-me trunks, around his
tenting little cocklet, but it was impossible to read the exact words they
spelt out, and the programme notes didn't specify the club either. They did
reveal, however, the boy's profound interest in flogging, saying that the
youngster's own collection of whips would be used for that night's
performance by his master and benefactor, Lord Wolf. The boy's name was
given in the programme notes as Rob, but there was no way of knowing whether
the little actor was really called Rob, Richard, Rupert or anything else.
The man turned the boy around again so that his little back was facing the
audience. Every inch of the child's small quivering shoulder blades were
clearly visible under the tight black rubber garment that imprisoned him so
pitilessly. Then the man got out a large, sharp knife, bent the boy over in
a ruthlessly efficient manner, and neatly cut a small slit in the costume,
between the preteen's taut little buttocks, which would give easy access to
the ten year old's fresh little boycunt. Boysweat poured out of the slit -
it was obviously that the child was boiling inside his skintight rubber
suit. The man fingered the slit, causing the boy to jerk slightly. At least
the child was already well lubricated in his own sweat. Another close up
from the camera revealed that the ten year old boy was wearing a tiny pair
of black speedos under the rubber suit, and that these were pre-slit to
allow anal penetration. The audience applauded warmly, hoping the boy could
hear the support they were offering him. Many of the spectators were already
salavated lasciviously at the prosect of a kinky little boy being put
through his paces for their pleasure.
Sure enough, the man positioned the black rubber dildo whip handle at the
entrance to the ten year old's boycunt. He stroked the boy's head through
the rubber and the boy gave a little nod to show that he was ready. Then
with one vicious shove, the man rammed the black rubber dildo right up the
little boy who was tightly encased in black rubber from top to toe. The
child fell instantly to the stage in a writhing heap of sexual agony. But
then the audience was astonished to see the small boy feeling blindly for
the dildo, and grabbing it eagerly. The boy could see nothing, and could
only hear his little heart beating like an fresh young rabbit under his
tight black rubber suit. Using purely his sense of touch, the fearless ten
year old began to fondle the few inches of dildo that were still protruding
from his athletic young body. Then to gasps of pleasure and amazement from
the audience, he started to fuck himself savagely with the rubber phallus.
The masked ten year old jammed the sex toy hungrily in and out of his
totally smooth little boyhole, in a way that his master would never have
dreamed of doing to a child so young. It was the most savage act of
self-rape that most members of the audience had ever seen. Witnessing a boy
so young punishing himself so violently with an adult sex toy felt like a
unique privilege to many of the spectators. Many of them broke into applause
again, as the ten year old boy continued his tenacious act of self-sodomy
live on stage, panting hard under his rubber costume as he did so.
When the sexually aroused child was close to reaching a dry little climax,
his master grabbed the dildo, tearing it brutally from the boy's anus. The
costumed child writhed in fresh torment as the sex toy was torn out of him
so ruthlessly. He tried unsuccessfully to curl up into a foetal position to
protect himself. Then his master used the whip for the first time on the
boy, cracking it across the tight black rubber that encased the
preteen's small back, across his small shoulder blades. The rubber masked
boy arched his back in pleasure, and reached down towards his rubber-coated,
speedo-clad cock and balls to give them a squeeze. His master thought the
boy might try to masturbate to climax, and so he lashed the small boy's
right wrist hard. It was of course imperative that the child should not be
allowed his dry little cum until he had completed his act - otherwise if he
might lose all the fire burning so savagely in his brave little belly.
The boy then came to his senses and sprang up from the stage floor, standing
to attention obediently with his hands placed neatly behind his back and his
legs slightly apart, facing out towards the audience -  although of course
he couldn't see them. But he could sense the hundreds of eyes upon him,
mentally torturing him and fucking him. Rob was still sweating buckets
through the slit at the rear of his suit, and even though his little nose
holes. His master took a moment to mop the stage floor with a cloth from his
pocket, so that there was no danger of his beloved boy slipping during his
act.
Then the man spoke right next to his rubber-encased ear, in a huge booming
voice, that the boy seemed to be able to hear and respond to.
"Now boy...do you wish to be tied to the rack and flogged?"
The totally bound child nodded vigorously, shuffling a little from foot to
foot in his preteen excitement. He was almost skipping with pleasure,
bobbing up and down as if he was in his little superhero pajamas, waiting to
open his presents on Christmas morning. The cameras zoomed in to show his
tiny erect cock straining mercilessly under the supertight black rubber (and
silky speedos underneath that), which encased the ten year old's precious
sexual organs, almost crushing them to jelly. It was a sensation the boy
adored.
Without further ado, acting smartly but not unduly roughly, the huge man
turned the ten year old  around so that his back was facing the audience. He
pressed gently into the small of the boy's back, and the child stepped
forward, with his slender arms out in front of him. Soon, groping carefully,
the youngster found the edge of the flogging frame. With all the enthusiasm
of a young jumping bean, the boy quickly spreadeagled himself with his back
to the audience, in a standing position.
The master locked his preteen boy's thin wrists into black metal cuffs
welded to the either side of the top of the frame, and then spread the boy's
lickable little legs and imprisoned his small ankles in the same way. If
ever a boy looked totally at the mercy of his master, totally encased in an
ultra-tight black rubber bondage suit, spreadeagled and manacled to a sturdy
black metal flogging frame, then ten year old Rob did. His small body was
shaking a little, but it was impossible to tell whether it was from
excitement or fear.
The man spoke to the boy again, pressing his mouth against the thick black
rubber that encased the boy's beautiful left ear. The child nodded
vigorously again. Lord Wolf kissed his boy on the back of his small bound
neck, and then, in one fierce motion, he pitilessly thrust the dildo whip
handle back up the ten year old's tight little boycunt. Rob bucked and
thrashed in agony on the frame, trying to adjust to the huge buttplug which
had been jammed up inside him so suddenly, and with so little care for his
sexual welfare. No-one could see the tears that flowed freely inside his
rubber bondage suit, as the child struggled to accommodate his preteen
anal agony. Although he couldn't speak, he'd arranged to shake his head
three times from side to side if he had to stop - but he had no intention of
doing so. At least not yet. He was going to show his master what he was made
of. He was going to show everyone just how resilient a ten year old boy can
be. And his little cocklet was still dagger hard inside the black lycra and
black rubber that refused to let it breath.
With the dildo handle buried deep inside the boy, the black leather whip
protruded from his buttcheeks enticingly, like a long tail. It ended in a
huge coil on the stage behind him like a black viper. It became clear that
it was to remain there for a while at least.
Lord Wolf strode purposefully towards the veritable jamboree of
whips hanging from the metal stand next to the child-size flogging frame. He
knew exactly what he wanted. A medium length black leather whip studded with
small but sharp metal barbs that could tear through black rubber, but
weren't long enough to do much damage the soft preteen skin underneath.
There was another whip for that, after all, if the boy should request it,
and there was no point in rushing the performance.
With the barbed whip gripped securely in his huge hairy hand, the aristocrat
turned towards the child, his dark eyes glinting as he drank in every inch
of the cruelly wrapped boy's quivering beauty. He would not abuse the
preteen swimmer's trust, but he knew that the little masochist didn't wish
him to spare the rod either. He brought the whip down with a heavy, savage
CRACK across the youngster's back, ripping open the rubber suit, and drawing
a little of the boy's fresh, vibrant blood, to a huge roar of approval from
the audience. They loved bloodsports. And boy-bloodsport was their very
favourite.
The game developed a savage momentum all of its own with frightening speed.
With another CRACK across the boy's shoulder blades, but this time in the
opposite direction, the huge muscular man had now gashed a huge X into the
back of the child's kinky costume. The small boy flinched agonisingly within
his bonds at each blow, but under his mask he rolled his large, trusting
eyes in pleasure as he felt the sting on the whip on his young body. Rob was
an unusual child with an intensely strong need to be flogged, particularly
in a kinky sexual manner. He'd been whipping himself for as long as he could
remember - certainly since he was five - and now that he'd reached the grand
old age of ten, his desires had reached what some might regard as a rather
extreme level. Luckily, he'd found a sensitive master who had a good measure
of the boy's unconventional needs.
Rob had found that when he was being whipped, all the other bad stuff went
away...all the stuff that had happened to him as a baby and a a toddler
vanished from his mind, as he concentrated hard on the flogging he was
receiving, which blotted everything else out.
For Rob, a savage whipping made the rest of the pain stop...the voices which
clamoured away at him 24/7 were silent when he was bound and strapped to the
flogging frame. It was a strange form of liberation, but for Rob, it gave
him a sense of peace and freedom, at least while it lasted.
CRACK! The barbed whip scarred the little boy's back again, causing him to
throw back his rubber-encased head in agony as he felt a deep cut beneath
his small left shoulder blade. The ten year old's treble scream inside his
tight leather hood was almost inaudible to everyone except the little boy
himself.
CRACK!! Another deep tear in the child's black rubber bondage suit, but the
boy's skin wasn't scarred deeply by it. Just enough to draw a little blood,
and the ten year old was healthy enough to lose a fair amount without
endangering his life.
CRAAACKK! The blows were harder and faster now, causing the small boy to
jerk like a little puppet on the flogging frame. The glint in his master's
eyes had turned into a sadistic bloodlust, and although he managed to retain
some control over himself during the performance, he felt able to let rip
until his boy signalled otherwise to him.
CRAAACKKK! the boy seemed to be straining to escape from his vulnerable
position of imprisonment - anything to get away from those terrible blows
across his back, his pert little boybutt, the backs of his legs, and even,
rather dangerously, the back of his head.
But at last the audience could see there was a kind of purpose to the
flogging session. Gradually, the rubber suit which encased the boy so
tightly was being ripped from his body by the barbed whip. The ten year
old's bloodied back was exposed raw now, and the back seat his pre-slit
speedos was clearly visible. the boy's kinky fuck-me swimwear was a little
ripped too, but not badly.
CRAAACK! The boy thrashed wildly as the backs of his little legs felt the
full force of the whip. He seemed to find these blows more difficult to
endure than the ones across his back. For some reason which neither the boy
or his master could explain, they felt less sexy, less arousing - but they
had to be inflicted to release the boy's hairless little legs and small feet
gradually from his custom-made whipping suit.
The ten year old gritted his pure white teeth and tried to distract himself
by thinking of the other boys he fancied his at swimming club.
His straight brown mop of hair and one of his shapely monkey ears was now
visible as his hood began to be torn away by the well-judged blows unleashed
by his master. The man was very well aware how careful he had to be when the
whip touched the boy's head, so he ensured the blows were strong enough to
rip the full-head mask away piece by piece, but not to injure the
precious little boy underneath too severely. But they still hurt like hell -
and the stinging sensation that rang thru the boy's right ear as the rubber
was torn from it was excruciating. But now he could see, and breath easily,
and even speak again, if he needed to.
The spreadeagled boy's shoulders pumped rapidly up and down as he panted
hard, trying desperately to come to terms with each repeated CRACK across
some as-yet unexplored part of his tiny body to which the remaining pieces
of the rubber suit still clung. His black snuff-me speedos were still in
pretty good shape overall, and the cuts and welts across the young swimmer's
innocent little back weren't as deep as they might have been. But the
shuddering, juddering spasms of his small body warned his master that he
should pause, even though Rob was resolutely refusing to use his safeword.
With a final flourish, the man cracked the whip using a special technique,
so that it wrapped itself around the other whip which was still hanging from
the boy's tight little fuckhole. With a savage jerk, the man ripped the
buried dildo from the ten year old boy's anus, prompting a scream so long
and anguished from his preteen victim that the boy had to be ball-gagged
swiftly by his master to protect the spectators from any discomfort. After
all, the boy and the man had to wish to inflict any suffering on any members
of the audience during their act.
When the boy's body stopped jerking in spasms of bondage agony, Lord Wolf
released his little pupil and hugged him, not caring in the least that the
preteen's blood was staining his own clothing and his amazingly hairy
chest. Rob looked up at his master and grinned at him, his large brown year
flashing with wicked boyish vitality as he did so. He knew that his favorite
part of the game was about to begin.
The man re-positioned the flogging frame at a completely different angle, so
that the boy could lay down on it face up. The whipmaster laid a black towel
over the metal structure to soak up the ten year old's blood, and to make
his ordeal a little more comfortable. The boy's welfare was paramount at all
times, and no detail of his care was disregarded as the plucky youngster
performed for his audience of kinky boylovers.
The prone boy spread his legs eagerly and his master re-clamped the child's
slender ankles wide apart to the edges of the metal frame. The ten year
old's thin wrists were clamped high above his head, straight up,
beautifully exposing his hairless armpits. The audience wanted to lick them.
Lord Wolf chose a different whip for the small boy's next thrashing. A
short, plain leather one, which he could control easily. This was because
genital whipping is a very fine art - particularly when the boy victim is
only ten years old.
CRACK! The whip descended like a cruel serpent onto the front of the little
boy's castrate-me black speedos.
The child howled long and hard, a weird cry that was a mixture of pleasure
and pain as the sting flashed through his small cocklet and tiny immature
balls, woefully unprotected by the thin nylon fabric of his local swimming
club trunks.
"Harder!" the boy panted desperately, begging his master to test him to the
limit.
Lord Wolf knew that no boy - no man for that matter - could take any form
of long, hard genital beating. However much the spirit might be willing, the
flesh is weak in that area.
So he merely paused, stroked the boy's hair and kissed his
perspiring forehead, before proceeding with another well-aimed and
well-judged CRACK between the little boy's legs. The boy bucked upwards,
bellowing like a tortured calf as the agony bit into his balls. His genitals
had already been crushed for a long period under the obscene tightness of
the black rubber suit he'd been wearing, but now they were beginning to feel
like jelly.
"Pulp my balls, sir! Please! Really pulp them!" squeaked the ten year old
enthusiastically.
The man shrugged his shoulders, threw caution to the wind, and really let
rip with a terrible CRRRAAAAACCCCKKKK!!! between the little boy's legs.
AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGG! screeched the stuntboy, feeling one of his small
balls splattered by the lash.
CRRRRRRAAAAACCCCCKKKK! Before the tears could even fall down past his cute
little button nose, the ten year old performer felt his other testicle
pulverised to jelly under the cruel lash of the boywhip.
CRRRRRAAAACCCCKKKKK! the boy's still-erect little cocklet felt as though it
was being sliced in two, like a knife cutting a sausage, under another
pitiless blow.
The child spasmed immediately and helplessly into dry orgasm, gasping and
panting. The boy's big brown eyes almost popped out of his head as fierce
waves of sexual climax thrashed through his eager little body, forcing him
to writhe in delight despite the sexual injuries inflicted on him.
He babbled his safeword "Bagheera!...Bagheera!" And with some relief, the
burly man dropped the whip and released his boy from the torture frame.
He cradled the shattered boy in his arms as he carried him to the front of
the stage to receive a warm ovation from the spectators. The boy tried to
masturbate in celebration, but his genitals were too badly pulped for him to
do so. Without further ado, the man whisked the boy out of the limelight.
As the whipmaster carried his boy back to their dressing room, the child
yelped pitifully. He'd never been flogged so hard. The man was very proud of
his boy, but a little worried that he'd gone too far with him.
"You'd better patch me up again with that magic stuff, Lord Wolf Sir, if you
wanna fuck me tonight!" the boy whispered to his master.
"Don't worry boy, as soon as we get to my physiotherapy bench I'll get to
work on you, and you'll be back to your old self in no time!"
The child always marvelled at Lord Wolf's mysterious array of potions and
lotions which could heal a badly abused boy in less than a couple of hours.
The child liked the medics too, as they lavished their attention on him, and
always let them fuck him as a thank-you for getting him match-fit again so
quickly.
"And then", Lord Wold whispered, "I have something very, very special to
show you Rob".
Despite the pain, the boy's eyes flickered upward to meet those of his
master. The child was full of curiosity.
"Even you may be shocked, Rob, when you see it..."
That was the only clue the man would give. it was enough to revive the ten
year old boy, who suddenly found his small cocklet was dagger hard again,
pulsating ferociously under his ripped little black speedos.

(ends)

Thanks for reading! And for all the great support from so many people, cos
that's what keeps me writing! Any comments, however harsh, and anything else
(!), always welcome at my new address for feedback:
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The speedo boys also perform in:
/nifty/gay/adult-youth/speedo-boys-daredevil-challenge/
and
/nifty/gay/adult-youth/boy-daredevils-in-speedos/
Enjoy!