Date: Thu, 6 Dec 2007 22:48:42 +0000
From: Speedo boy <speedoboy711@googlemail.com>
Subject: Daredevil Speedo Boys in "Preteens Live On Stage" part 2

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

(This is obviously complete and utter fantasy. Never NEVER try this at
home or anywhere else..and leave those boys alone!
speedoboy711@googlemail.com )

The audience fell silent as the house lights went down in the theatre.
The thick red velvet curtains parted to reveal an enormous stage with
only a wooden bench in the middle, such as you might find in the boys'
changing room at a swimming pool. Beside the bench was a bag made of
black leather, which seemed to be bulging full of equipment of some sort.
Items made of metal and black rubber protruded from the top of the sack.
Everything was silent and expectant. Then the spectators murmured
approvingly as the diminutive figure of a small boy finally appeared from
the wings. He really did look very, very young, dwarfed by his
surroundings. The onlookers noted approvingly that he was slim and blond,
and had an air of unspoilt innocence about him which was highly arousing.
He looked a little unsteady as he walked gingerly onto the stage, as if
his nerves were getting the better of him. The whole audience knew that
the child had a difficult part to play, because tradition dictated that
the show should always start with the deflowering of a seven year old boy
virgin. The boy's first ever penetration would take place in public. It
would be witnessed by an audience of several hundred men. The fucking of
the boy would be filmed too, from many different angles. It would be the
first time that he'd felt the power of an enormous mancock inside his
boycunt. For this reason, the penetration would be gentle, at least to
start with, but it would also be firm and, eventually, utterly thorough.
So the boy had every right to look scared, and the audience broke into
spontaneous applause to try to encourage him as he walked barefoot
towards the bench on which he had agreed to be  sodomised. He was
wearing only a red T-shirt and a little pair of silky red shorts.
Everyone knew that he must be sporting red pre-slit speedos underneath.
The pre-slit was a hole in the back of the little kid's speedos which
would allow a man to penetrate him without removing the ultra-sexy, wafer
thin piece of swimwear. It could of course be removed at any time,
depending on the tastes of the man fucking the little whippersnapper, but
it could remain on the boy if his deflowerer was keen on little boys
encased in tight, tiny red speedo swimming trunks.
The applause did indeed encourage the boy, and he managed to flash one
winning little grin at the audience as he approached the bench warily.
The entire room was silent as he solemnly removed his tiny red T-shirt.
The audience gasped as they saw his slender little torso, and his
delicious little boy nipples. The boy clutched his T-shirt for a moment
like a young child's comfort blanket, nuzzling it lovingly, before he
tossed it away and stood there facing the audience in just his silky red
shorts. His boy-beauty was dazzling. He grinned again, rather wickedly
this time, as his hand wandered past his virginal little nipples, across
his baby boy tummy, and down to the waistband of his shorts. He had been
well trained, and yet there was still an unsullied innocence in his wide,
clear blue eyes. Those gentle eyes closed in pleasure as his little
fingers grasped eagerly at his tiny balls and boycock. The tip of his
seven year old pink tongue stuck out from the corner of his rosebud
boymouth as he felt his immature boy organs under the tight fabric of his
tiny red speedo. Slightly awkwardly, with his other hand, he gripped the
top of his silky red boyshorts and began to pull them down. A massive
cheer erupted from the audience as they saw their first speedo of the
night...a seven year old boy in the tiniest, tightest pair of silky red
fuck-me speedos imaginable. The child kicked away his empty shorts
impatiently, and stood before the audience, feet apart with his hands
behind his back and his boycock perfectly erect under the fabric of his
swimwear. He wriggled and wiggled a little in pleasure, as if he was
starting to do a dance, touched his little cocklet again with a
reassuring squeeze, and squeaked, almost confidently "Hi everyone, I'm
Bobby and I'm seven years old. Ummmmm.....gee...OK guys I'm ready!
T--take me now before I change my mind or get scared or something! C'mon,
I'm ready for my first ever boyfuck sir...bring it on!".
To a huge round of applause, the child gave a neat little military
salute, and then turned smartly on his tiny, perfectly-formed heel and
marched boldly over to the bench. A murmur of surprise went through the
audience as many of the spectators noticed that, when they inspected his
delicious little bubblebutt, the boy's speedos were not slit at the rear,
but fully intact, just like the little red speedos that any little blond
boy would wear at the pool or on the beach.
With a fierce, steely determination in his young eyes, trying to control
the swirling sensations in his head and the butterflies in his tummy, the
seven year old virgin spreadeagled himself face down on the bench, as he
had been trained to do. There was a large mirror beneath the bench, so
that the little boy could watch and understand every stage of the process
better. Cameras around the stage flashed live footage of the vulnerable
child from every angle on huge screens around the stage, so that he was
filmed from above, below, sideways, diagonally, and close up as he waited
for his ordeal to begin. He looked comfortable at first, just like a
seven year old blond boy asleep in his speedos after a hard day's
training at the pool.
Then a powerful sounded on a distant church organ, and the man who was to
rape the boy strode eagerly onto the stage, wearing only a black speedo.
The audience knew from the programme notes that the boy and the man were
not strangers to each other. He was the child's swimming teacher, and had
trained the boy for about a year, since he was just six, not only in the
art of swimming, but also in the art of sex and bondage. But the sex had
so far been confined to oral sessions, and any penetration of the boy's
anus had been limited to an exploratory finger or two from his coach, to
demonstrate to the rather bewildered child a little of what would be
happening to him that night.
When the boy saw his master, he flinched slightly, and buried his golden
head of hair under his thin little arm on the bench in a protective
gesture, but the man soon put the boy at his ease, by stroking the
child's head and whispering into his gorgeous little ear.
Some of the audience were already beside themselves, and a few were
taking up a chant of "Fuck him! Fuck him FUCK HIM! FUCK HIM!". The
savagery of the chant seemed to upset the boy, and so the man strode
angrily towards the audience and put his finger to his lips. Then he
roared "Be silent! Have some respect for the boy! He's braver than any of
you will ever be! He's about to be penetrated for the very first time and
he's only seven - try to support him, and don't just treat the kid like a
piece of sexmeat! You guys are very, very lucky that he's agreed to do
this, and to let you watch this - don't forget that!"
The man's speech had the desired effect, as a round of polite applause
ran through the audience, and some of them cheered encouragingly for the
boy.
The child finally gave a little smile, and his coach tousled his lovely
blond hair as he reached into the black leather bag by the bench.
He found four black leather cords, unadorned with any decoration, and
gently used them to tie the willing boy's slender wrists and ankles
rather loosely to the four legs of the wooden bench. He could move around
a little, and that would make all the difference first time around. The
child was still face-down, wearing only his silky little red speedo. The
boy was sweating slightly in anticipation, grinding his cock and balls
into the bench a little as he was tied, as he found the whole experience
intensely arousing. His master reached underneath him and adjusted the
preteen's little cocklet so that it wasn't straining uncomfortably inside
his wafer-thin swimwear. The boy adored the close contact of his coach's
hand right front the front of his shiny red speedo.
Then the boy and the audience gasped as the man removed a large, sharp,
shining silver knife from the bag. He held it high above the prone boy,
with the blade pointing down between the child's little shoulder blades.
He held the arresting pose for some seconds - no one in the audience
dared to breathe. The boy could see everything in the large mirror
beneath the bench to which his little body was now bound, and he began to
shake with surprise and fear, and screwed his large innocent eyes tight
shut. The sensitive microphones caught him whispering desperately "No
sir, please don't!" In the locker room, he'd heard a vicious rumour going
about among the other boys performing in the night's show about an
unexpected sacrificial rite. But that was probably just preteen boytalk.
Bravado in the locker room as the thirteen boy performers, aged between
seven and eleven, stripped fast and snapped on their super-sexy speedos
ready for hot sex 'n' bondage action.
His coach lowered the blade a little so that he could whisper something
in the boy's ear to reassure him, which the microphones couldn't catch,
and the boy grinned in sheer childish relief. The man ran the point of
the knife down the boy's perfect little back, taking care not to pierce
anything until the blade reached the top of the little swimmer's red
speedo. The coach traced a line on the taut surface of the tight speedo,
gently down between the athlete's tight little boybuns, before he
carefully and gently slit a little hole in the tiny seat of the red
rape-me swimwear. The boy writhed and moaned delightedly on the
bench...finally his time had come!  And everyone was watching! And it was
being filmed! His whole little body seemed to be pulsating with
electricity as the boy whispered the word "Supercool!" under his breath.
And the moment had come. The man's obscenely thick, engorged penis,
swollen with lust and nine inches long, sprang from his black speedos
like a snake seeking its lair. It could sniff out eager boybutt a mile
away, and was soon stroking the rim of its target, sending the child into
shudders of pleasurable anticipation. Then, rather unexpectedly, the man
then stood beside the boy, slapping his enormous member suggestively
against various parts of the youngster's body - against the boy's side,
onto his little back, against the inside of his milky white soft
boythighs. He even stroked his enormous mancock against the soles of the
boy's feet, ticking them so that the child dissolved helplessly into a
fit of giggles. When the boy did so, he became a normal little seven year
old boy again, and the audience could see just how young and
inexperienced he was. It made what they were about to witness all the
more precious.
The man flicked his mammoth member playfully against the boy's blond
hair. He even inserted the tip of it into the boy's petite ear, grinding
it around a little, which made the delighted child laugh helplessly and
lustily. The bright-eyed boy couldn't believe what was happening to him -
he felt like the luckiest little fuckpuppy in the world, even though
he knew all too well that the next few minutes would probably be the
toughest of his young life so far. Then the man's cock touched the boy's
lips, and the child instantly opened his little rosebud mouth up wide, to
receive his master's member as he'd been trained to do over the past
year. The man slid his oversized penis into the child's pink little mouth
until the boy gagged slightly when the overlong organ reached the back of
his innocent little throat. The man could have pushed it further in but
he had no reason to traumatise the boy at that point, and he certainly
had no intention of releasing his own pent-up sexual energy as yet. He
gently asked the boy again if he wanted to continue, and the junior
member of the swimming club nodded fiercely, almost impatiently.
So the man stood above the boy, lubricant in his hand, and began to work
a finger into the child's anus. The boy smiled dreamily at first, but he
began to yelp as soon as the second finger went in. A close up lice
camera shot of the child's boycunt revealed to disbelieving cries from
the audience just how small the boy's hole was, and how tightly it was
clenched. For all his willingness, the boy was still afraid deep down,
and his body had gone rock hard all over as he feared the pain that he
knew the imminent deep penetration would bring. His coach chanced a
third, well-lubed finger inside the seven year old, causing the child's
body to convulse sharply as the boy yelped in pain. The man withdrew his
third finger straight away, and sought to reassure the boy again, talking
softly to him about how well he was doing, and kissing him on the back of
his soft boyneck.
The boy tried to say sorry, but his coach would not let him - there was
absolutely nothing for the boy to apologise for. Everyone in the room was
on his side, he told him aloud, and everyone hoped he would be a brave
boy. The audience took up the theme, clapping and cheering as the man
tried again with three fingers inside his willing apprentice. This time
he was inside, seeking the boy's little immature prostate. But the boy
turned his head around slightly puzzled and said quite clearly, in his
high treble voice. "Please sir, it's your super-size cock I want inside
me - not you're fingers...i-if you don't mind sir. Please sir! It's you
massive mancock that I need inside me!"
The clear invitation was too much for the huge man and he was overcome
with lust. Growling like a bear, he positioned his cock at the entrance
to the boy's anus, and desperately tried to work his way inside the tiny
aperture. The boy wriggled about within his loose black leather bonds on
the fuck-bench, trying to allow the member to begin to enter him, but it
was no use. The man was simply too big for the small boy.
The youngster looked worriedly over his shoulder, and hissed "Sir! I
think you'll have to force your way in...just gimme something to bite
onto, like the boy in that DVD you showed me, and I'll be OK, I promise!"
The man grunted eagerly and searched in the bag until he found a wooden
rod, which he placed between the child's teeth. The boy bit onto it hard
and said something inaudible - but the message was clear. The man made
haste and planted the tip of his ultrasize-cock against the gateway to
the boy's little guts. Then, with a cry almost of despair, but also mixed
with regret, sorrow, lust and over-excitement, he plunged the tip
confidently into the child's tight little anus. The boy's whole body shot
up from the bench, almost seeming to levitate as he let out a
heart-rending boyscream. The pain was like nothing he had ever had to
endure before in his seven years on earth. But once the man was in, the
surging pain eventually became a little more bearable. The man was only
an inch inside the boy, but slowly and gradually, their bodies were
beginning to feel locked together, beginning to feel as though they might
end up melded into one. Then slowly, gently, but masterfully, allowing no
quarter, for the boy had to be brave now, the man thrust himself two
inches inside his prey...the boy panted hard, but got used to it quickly,
and when the child had calmed down a little, his swimming teacher managed
to slide three inches inside the tightest boycunt he had ever fucked. He
began pistoning into the boy excitedly, but the child's screams brought
him back to his senses, and he slowed his ramrodding down to a gentle
fuck more appropriate to a seven year old virgin. The boy eventually
quietened down too, although he was obviously uncomfortable for a while,
and had no way of wiping the tears from his eyes, as his little wrists
were tied out of reach of his beautiful little pixey face. He kept biting
hard onto the wooden rod between his teeth, and eventually he found a
rhythm with the man, encouraging him to slip more and more of his
snakecock into the little athlete's  rectum. After a while, the boy
actually began pushing back within his bonds, using his tight little
boycunt to actually try to hump his coach's ramrod penis, so that more
than two-thirds of the man's cock was inside him. The man couldn't hold
on for much longer, and knew he was unlikely to get more than six inches
inside the boy first time. But then the boy's anus finally relaxed as he
gained in confidence. Waves of sexual pleasure flooded his body.
Suddenly, the man found that the boy's cunt had swallowed all nine
unbelievable inches or his mancock, and his pubic hair was whacking
against the boy's tight little buns, most of which were still encased in
his teasing little slit speedo. The child was thrashing around beneath
him, feeling as though he'd been stabbed deep into his core by a penis so
powerful that it was determined to actually touch his beating little
seven year old heart. But for the first time in his life, the ecstatic
boy felt sexually fulfilled. He was reaching out hungrily for the stars
and that night he had caught them. The boy bit so hard onto the wooden
rod that it cracked and smashed into splinters, and at that very moment
the man roared wildly and shot so much mancum into the little child that
the boy felt as though he'd been flooded by boiling oil. The man fell
heavily right on top of the child, crushing him with his enormous weight
as he sought to fuck the virgin boy ever deeper. The boy panicked as he
couldn't breath, and squealed desperately in a muffled little voice for
the man to get off him, to bear some of his own weight, before he
suffocated. The man hastily obeyed, even apologising to the boy, as he
strained to squeeze himself even further inside his little swimming
pupil, for one last desperate final fuck-thrust.
Most of the audience had also shot their load, but at this early stage in
the proceedings they were not allowed to come on stage to drench the
boy-performer in their rivers of cum...that would come later in the
evening, when the slightly older boys, who were more experienced,
had their turn in the limelight. Finally, with a juddering, shuddering
spasm, the man and boy both groaned and flopped together, a spent force
of nature welded into one creature, a single boy-man-fuckbeast. The man
kissed the boy eagerly on his little neck, and started to bite him gently
like a vampire. The boy moved his tired head around and began to bury his
little tongue in the man's mouth. He was a great little kisser, just like
his eight-year-old friend Jimmy, and he wanted to thank the man who had
taken him so fully and so expertly, in what was obviously a difficult
first boyfuck. The audience leapt to their feet, cheering the unlikely
couple and calling for more, but the coach held up his hand and declined
politely. He untied the frail-looking boy carefully and asked the child
if he was able to walk off stage. The boy nodded, but collapsed like a
rag doll as soon as his feet touched the ground.
So the man scooped him up, like a newlywed carrying his bride across the
threshold of their new home, and he carried little Bobby slowly offstage,
using his own black speedo to staunch the small flow of boyblood from the
child's rectum. The cheering continued so long that the pair had to
return to the stage several times before they were allowed to leave, the
boy still cradled in the man's arms. The child managed to smile weakly,
but he now needed to heal and to rest. And above all, he would need a
great deal of love and reassurance from his coach. He would find fucking
easier now, and every time he was fucked, he would be better able to
accommodate a man's cock. As an older man, he would be able to watch
himself on film forever, being fucked as an eager seven year old.
There was a short break as the curtains masked the stage while
preparations began for the next performance. The second of the seven year
old boys was about to appear. There were three seven year olds
altogether. Then three eight year old boys, then three nine year old,
three ten year olds, and as a finale, an eleven year old boy who had been
exceptionally well trained to withstand practices which most adults would
have found impossible to bear....but, like all the other boys, the child
himself had consented to the performance. In fact, in most cases, the
boys had even designed their own acts. Sometimes it was up to the adults
- the coaches and the guardians - to tone down the boys' wild scenarios a
little, as no child was to be seriously hurt during the evening, and no
boy was allowed to risk his life in any way.
It would be quite a memorable evening, and all concerned agreed that it
had got off to a very satisfactory start, thanks to young Bobby in his
hot little red speedos.

(More to come if anyone wants it! Any comments, suggestions,
feedback and especially any pics always welcome at
  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/

Enjoy!)