Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2008 18:42:44 +0000
From: Speedo boy <speedoboy711@googlemail.com>
Subject: Daredevil Speedo Boys Live On Stage - part 4

(This is obviously complete and utter fantasy...please don't try any of
this at home! And leave those boys alone!)

(M/b, cons bond, cons anal)

The seven year old stunt biker boy scampered to the front of the stage
and stood with his hands clasped neatly behind his back, ready to perform
for his audience. At last his big moment had come. Of course he had
butterflies in his little boytummy, but he'd been training for this
moment for weeks. He knew exactly what was coming next, even though he
knew there were significant risks involved, especially as he was quite
small for his age. There were bits of the stunt that he'd never actually
been allowed to practice at all, because a boy of seven could only be
expected to undergo them once.
But he had his safeword, or rather words ("Evel Knievel"), and could stop
the action at any point if it got too much for him. The boy was highly
unlikely to do so, as, very unusually for a child his age, he had a real
masochistic streak in him, and he was already a fairly experienced sexual
partner. He'd planned the act himself, but his stunt bike teacher had had
to tone down the boy's ideas, as some of what the youngster had dreamt up
was absurdly dangerous. They wouldn't allow him to risk his life or
suffer any permanent injury. But motorbikes were unpredictable pieces of
machinery, and the boy obviously wanted to push himself far beyond the
normal limits of a youngster of his age. Although he was small, he was
fit, athletic, keen and resilient. He would be allowed to endure
extraordinary pain to prove his boy-bravery, and it would not always be
easy to watch.
The child's short blond hair was gelled up to appear spiky, which looked
very sexy. His boy-clear blue eyes sparkled with an impish gleam, full of
fizzing energy. The little superhero wore a tight white lycra body
stocking, emblazoned with all-American stars and stripes. He was
barefoot, but white leather boy-sized boots, gloves and a helmet were
placed on a stand at the side of the stage for him to use shortly. White
leather knee and elbow pads, and wrist protectors, lay in a pile close
by. They looked like the sort of pads that any seven year old skaterboy
might wear in the park. But they also looked a bit fetishey too...real
little boy bondage accessories, at least in the minds of many of the men
in the audience.
"Hi everyone...wasn't Ethan amazing?!" the child piped excitedly. He was
evidently thrilled to be taking part in the show, as any kid his age
would be, his little chest almost bursting with pride. The audience
showed their approval warmly. The boy continued teasingly "I'm real sore
that Ethan's already got a boyfriend cos I think I like him too.."
(Sympathetic noises from the audience, and a few gentle, encouraging
laughs).
"Hey, maybe one of you guys could be my boyfriend?" The seven year old's
squeaky little boy voice was full of playfulness now. He got several
whistles, as well as a handful of hasty genuine offers from those men in
the audience who found themselves momentarily in between relationships
with delicious preteen boys.
"Hey, what's your name, kid?"called a man near the front.
"Oh...s-sorry!" stammered the child, going bright red with little boy
embarrassment. ""I forgot! Umm....My name's Danny, and I'm from the US,
and I'm seven years old". More encouraging applause greeted the child's
brief introduction.
Flattered by all the attention, the young daredevil's little boycock
began tenting proudly in his tiny speedo, and he kept fingering it
through the lycra absent-mindedly, in the way boys do, as he
continued: "I'm gonna do some tricks on my bike, 'kay? My stunt coach and
some of his biker friends are gonna do some kewl stuff with me...I really
hope it'll be awesome, but..." (the boy made a delightfully
crazy expression, rolling his eyes around playfully) "it could be real
stupid if I mess up! Anyway I'm gonna give it my best shot. Ummm...OK
guys, I guess I'm ready to go!"
At the boy's command, his stunt teacher brought a boy-sized motorbike
onto the stage, with white metalwork overlaid with stars and stripes. The
audience was surprised to see a rather large thick black rubber dildo
protruding straight upwards from the seat on which the seven year old was
about to place his tight little boybutt.
Then, to the audience's delight, the child removed his white lycra
bodysuit, to reveal his beautifully tender boyflesh, and a pair of red
white and blue all-American stars 'n' stripes speedos. As he bent down to
heave the final bit of the bodysuit from his ankle, with his little
boybutt facing the audience, the spectators gasped as they caught sight
of their first pre-slit speedo of the evening. It was almost as if the
child's tiny little boyhole was winking at them, saying "We're gonna have
some fun tonight guys!"
The vision of the unprotected fresh boycunt turned hundreds
of men's cocks rock hard in the audience. Many of them resolved to bid
for the child in the boy slave auction at the aftershow party, if he was
made available for hire.
"OK coach, lube me up!" giggled the boy, bending over eagerly, clutching
his little ankles with his small hands. Carefully and gently, the man
inserted first one and then two fingers into the seven year old child's
tight little anus. The boy gasped sharply as he felt his master's fingers
inside him, and staggered slightly, but soon regained his sense of
balance.
"Open me up wider!" hissed the boy eagerly "Or than super-size dildo will
split me right open sir!"
"Okay Danny, you asked for it!" laughed the man, tousling the boy's hair,
mixing the lubricant on his fingers with the gel that already held the
youngster's spiky blond hair in place.
With great sensitivity to the boy's tiny body, he edged a third finger
into his boy. The child wobbled but kept his position, bent over grasping
his ankles while his boyhole was prepared for his performance.The man ran
his hand gently and supportively down the boy's back, patting his
pre-slit speedobutt encouragingly as he calmly inserted a fourth finger
into the gasping boy.
"Wow! You're not gonna fist-fuck me are you sir?!" the child managed to
squeak. "I guess I'm a bit young for that!"
"You'd like that wouldn't you Danny!" laughed the coach. "No, I guess
we'll have to wait till you're eleven or twelve before we fist you!!"
"You're such a meanie, sir!"
"I only have your welfare at heart, Danny."
"Yeah...right..." grinned the boy disbelievingly. But he shot his coach a
loving glance which melted the man's heart. The adult took extra care to
ensure that his boy would not be too badly damaged by what he was about
to do.
The boy's hole was well lubricated now, and the child said he was
satisfied and wanted to begin.
His instructor kissed him lovingly on the cheek as the little boy
straighted up. He was finally ready for action. He gazed into his coach's
eyes for a second or two, and then nodded solemnly. It was a lot of fun,
but they both knew the huge risks the child was about to undertake.
The boy put on the helmet but refused to wear any of the knee of elbow
pads at first, until his coach insisted that he should protect his
vulnerable body as much as possible during the stunt. Reluctantly, the
boy eventually agreed, saying "Oh okay coach....but you gotta let me take
part in the slave auction at the aftershow party, deal?"
"Deal!" grinned the coach, although he wasn't entirely sure that it was a
good idea - the rules governing the treatment of slave boys at the rather
debauched aftershow party were more relaxed than those applying to boys
on stage, and Danny was only seven...maybe he'd have to bid for the boy
himself to protect him. That didn't matter - he'd do anything for Danny.

The eager boy wheeled the bike to the bottom of a ramp at the back of the
enormous stage. The ramp wasn't high, and it ended in mid-air, only about
six feet up.
The boy mounted the bike, perching his little balls on the very front of
the saddle, with the dildo behind him, but not inside him. Not yet
anyway. Then he revvvvved up the bike, grinning from ear to ear inside
his helmet. The child loved to feel the power of the bike throbbing
between his legs, and his boy erection became even more pronounced in his
pre-slit stars 'n' stripes speedos as his tiny balls caressed the leather
saddle.
The boy waved his little white gloved hand at a group of men waiting in
the wings, and the audience was surprised to see a dozen huge male bikers
striding onto the stage. Dressed in silver chains and black leather, they
appeared rather menacing at first, but each of them was obviously known
to the boy, from the way they waved back at him as they strode into the
limelight, giving him thumbs-up signs and punching the air encouragingly.
The child's eyes shone back at them admiringly. They embraced the boy's
coach one by one - slightly deferentially - he seemed to be the leader of
the bikers' gang - and then they moved into position, standing like
guards along the back of the stage. With expert eagle eyes, they
watched the boy's every move, in case they had to intervene to help him.
Then, when everyone on stage was ready, the seven year old revved the
bike up even harder and suddenly shot forward, up the platform, and off
into mid air in a whirling noisy blur of boyflesh and machine. For a
heartstopping moment, boy and bike seemed to hang in mid air, before the
child came crashing down onto the stage, his balls thwacking against the
front of the saddle as he struggled to keep the bike upright. He almost
managed it, but was leaning over so far to the left that he fell over,
landing heavily on his padded left elbow. Luckily, the bike didn't land
on top of him, but he caught his leather-booted ankle on the machine as
it skidded away from him. One of the bikers grabbed the wayward vehicle,
while another of them rushed forward with a first aid kit and examined
the boy's ankle and elbow. He  talked to the child calmly as the little
performer lay sprawled on the stage, lying on his back, his little ribs
protruding pleasingly under his panting chest. He suddenly looked even
smaller than his seven years. When, to everyone's relief, it became
apparent that the boy was bruised, but not seriously hurt, he got a very
supportive round of applause from the audience. Everyone was on his side,
and wanted to see him succeed.
The child caught his breath and limped to the front of the
stage, stammering ruefully "Ouch! Umm...s-sorry guys! Gee...that always
happens! I've never stayed on the bike when I do that. Ummmmm....that's
why I got my coach to make my bike real special. It's the only one like
it in the whole world. Hey, if you've been lookin' hard, you may have
seen it already? It's got somethin' on it that will really help me to
stay on board! Just watch this...it's awesome!"
It wasn't hard to guess what the boy was talking about, and a murmur of
anticipation swept through the audience. Was the kid really about to do
what they thought he was going to do, before their very eyes, live on
stage?
Two of the bikers carried the eager stunt boy back towards his bike,
which was repositioned at the foot of the ramp. Then, at a signal from
the boy's instructor, they lifted the super-brave kid up high, so that
his boyhole was poised right above the twelve-inch black dildo which
protruded upwards from the saddle of the bike.
"Ready Danny?" the coach called across.
"Ready, sir!" squeaked the little boy, gritting his teeth with fierce
determination. This time there would be no mistake.
The audience couldn't believe what they were watching. The two bikers
planted the boy's beautiful bubblebutt onto the tip of the
well-lubricated thick twelve-inch dildo. The seven year old child purred
as he felt his anus touching the black rubber. The men bore the
youngster's weight as Danny began to work his boyhole down onto the
dark phallus, inching himself onto the device tentatively, moaning as he
did so like a little fuckpuppy on heat.
It wasn't always easy - sometimes the boy yelped as he went too fast, but
sometimes he cooed with pleasure as he felt the adult sex toy beginning
to slide right up inside his preteen body. The audience drank in every
second of the spectacle of the perspiring seven year old milky white boy
slowly spearing himself onto a massive black dildo. After a few agonising
minutes, he'd managed to slide down onto six inches of the device -
exactly half way - so that he was effectively skewered securely into
position on the saddle. He wiggled and wriggled, sweating as
he sodomised himself slowly and publicly with the aid of the monstrous
toy. He yelped and groaned, and his blue eyes rolled around wildly.
Boysweat dripped from every pore of his body as he tried to allow the
invasion of an object that was plainly far too large for his skinny,
hairless frame. But then he could go no further -  the bottom six inches
of the phallus remained outside his already-overstretched little
body...at least for now....
The boy gasped his thanks to the two bikers and motioned them to step
aside while he got ready for his next stunt. His coach swiftly gave him
the all clear and the child managed to rev the bike up again. What
happened next would stick in the minds of all those who saw if for the
rest of their lives. It was the most hair-raising thing they had seen so
far that evening. The bike surged forward with the boy securely seated on
the top half of the dildo, then again the roaring machine seemed to hang
in mid air in defiance of gravity for a split second, before the boy
brought it crashing to the ground - landing deliberately hard right on
the back wheel. The huge WHAM of boy and bike hitting the stage
hammered the final six inches of the dildo right up hard inside the
boy like a massive spear, so that he now had all twelve boyhole-splitting
inches of the dildo rammed suddenly and brutally up his seven year old
boycunt. The child screamed so loudly that his microphone inside the
helmet had to be turned off to stop him from deafening the disbelieving
spectators. It was a high-pitched, desperate treble boywarcry of
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGG!!" from the very
depths of the brave child's little lungs. Every inch of his babyboy face
was wildly contorted in pain beneath his helmet, as he felt his boyhole
rrrrr-ripped by his sudden piercing by the whole length of the monstrous
adult sex toy. It felt as though a huge cannon had been fired up his
tender boysoft anus. And yet, unbelievably, he kept his little bike
upright and stayed in control of it. The dildo driven right up inside him
seemed to meld the little boy and bike into one being - half boy, half
machine. Cyberboy the Superhero. The greatest show on earth. And now it
was part of him, it felt sooooooo amazing! Pure adrenaline surged through
the boy's immature body, masking the incredible stabbing pain while he
was performing. Shaking and frothing at the mouth, the extraordinary
child managed somehow to switch the motor off and remove his
helmet. Then, with a savage gleam in his boyblue eyes, still sweating
like a little piglet, the exceptional youngster gripped the frame of the
bike for support as he began to fuck himself wantonly on the dildo,
bouncing up and down like a demented little imp, panting with
pleasure. It was the most extraordinary performance imaginable,
particularly from a little blond boy of just seven, and especially given
the internal damage he must have just inflicted upon himself by such a
savage insertion.
The audience gave the kid a standing ovation as he climaxed wildly and
excitedly in a dry little boy orgasm. His whole smooth body was wracked
with spasms as he finally achieved sexual release. His master had
forbidden him to play with himself for the last month, and he'd felt
savagely horny, as little boys of that age often do, especially when
they're nearly naked, wearing only a tight little pair of speedos, and
allowed to perform on stage before a big audience of very supportive
boylovers.
The spectators assumed that the youngster's act was over - but,
extraordinarily, there was more to come.
Very gently, two bikers lifted the skewered child from the bike. The boy
should have been totally exhausted, but he still seemed to be up for
more, as he piped eagerly "Woooooow guys...now for my favorite part! Let
me have it! Bring it on!"
A doctor examined the boy's hole to determine how much damage the dildo
had inflicted on him. He mopped up some of the mess, and only hesitated
for a moment, with pity and compassion in his eyes, before he declared
the seven year old's boyhole ready for further use, which brought a smile
to the little stuntboy's lips.
The boy's coach asked his pupil again if he wanted to use his safeword,
and the child  seemed genuinely surprised by the question. "Stop now sir?
Gee...there's no WAY I'm gonna stop now...we haven't finished yet, have
we sir?"
The man kissed each of the boy's attractive little nipples, and ran his
tongue down the seven year old's chest and tummy, licking sweat from his
bellybutton. The boy giggled and tore the front of his speedos down
eagerly, anticipating further action. His tiny daggerhard boycock twanged
out, but his coach gently restored the boy's swimwear to its normal
place, patted him on the head and said simply "Later Danny...later!
You'll need all your strength for the next bit..."
Then the bike instructor set to work for the final part of the act.
He screwed two large iron hooks into the floor of the stage, a little
more than a foot apart. Carefully, the two bikers laid the child face
down on the stage, with the hooks either side of his trim little
waist. They fed a thick silver metal bike chain through one of the hooks,
under the boys tummy ("Ouch...that feels cold!" he squeaked) and through
the other ring on the other side of the boy's small body. Then they
looped it over the child's smooth back and secured it back through the
first ring. The boy was chained securely face down on the middle of the
stage, although the chains allowed his body some movement, of
about six inches in any direction.
"Wolfman, you can go first if you want!" the boy called to one of the
bikers who'd been carrying him. The enormous man in black leather needed
no second bidding. He fell upon the boy fully clothed, with his mancock
unleashed like a huge burrowing snake from his tight fetish pants in an
instant. The boy howled as he felt the man's throbbing member inserted
with no time for lubricant. Fortunately the boy's anus had been stretched
so obscenely that it accommodated the biker reasonably quickly, and much
of the lubricant from the sex toy was now coating the boy's insides, so
man and boy eventually had a good ride together. It didn't last long
though, because the man was overexcited. He'd been waiting to do this to
a little boy in chains for soooooo many years....
"Thanks Wolfman!" trilled the boy as the man walloped his penis one final
time into the child's now-exaggerated orifice. The boy purred gratefully
as he felt his insides flooded by a tidal wave of biker cum. Some of it
spilled out onto the stage, allowing the boy to slide around a little for
fun within his chain, like a seal pup on ice, while he waited for his
next fuck.
""Dracula, can you gangrape me next please?" asked the boy confidently
and politely."And can ya do that thing when you bite my neck please? I
love that!"
The audience was surprised to see that, as "Dracula" buggered the boy
lovingly, he bit the child's neck hard enough to draw blood, which
mingled onstage with the cum upon which the boy was already sliding in
ecstasy. The sight of a blond seven year old chained up and being
gangraped on a sea of cum and blood was too much for many members of the
audience, who began jerking off wildly, and even trying to rush the stage
to join in the action. As always, security staff raised their cattle
prods in deterrence, and no one dared to tackle them.
It soon became clear that all the bikers were named after characters in
horror films. The enthusiastic seven year old was also willingly
gangraped by "Frankenstein's Monster", "King Kong" (who was extremely
large and hairy, contrasting pleasingly with the hairless skinny little
white boy beneath him), "The Mummy" (who seemed to have an interesting
and unusual skin condition, but the generous boy still let him go ahead
anyway), "The Phantom of the Opera", who coaxed the boy to sing a little
classical music in his sweet treble voice while he was sodomised,
"Leatherface", "Freddy Kreuger" (minus his blades, phew!), "Jason" from
Friday the Thirteenth, a man who rather presumptuously called
himself "Satan" (he pretended he was going to stick a trident up the
boy), "Pennywise" the evil clown, and even, "The Childcatcher"from Chitty
Chitty Bang Bang, who offered the boy some lollipops.
The thirteenth and final man to have his wicked way with the increasingly
exhausted little boy was his stunt bike instructor. For this finale fuck,
Danny had told the bikers to do something special for him, and they were
more than happy to comply with his suggestion.
Four bikers carefully and lovingly attached black-padded silver metal
cuffs to the boy's hands and feet and spreadeagled him face down onstage
in an X shape. The four men then attached the other end of the each chain
to a bike. As they sat on their vehicles and began revvvvving them up, it
became clear that the chained boy was about to be stretched in four
different direction by each of his arms and legs. The child closed his
eyes with great determination, and whispered a prayer to the dark god of
boylove.He'd  already practiced this part of the act several times,
and had dislocated a slender, bony shoulder in doing so. But now, the boy
and the men had the balance absolutely right, and, although the boy was
effectively about to be stretched on a highly unusual form of rack, there
would be no repeat of the mistakes of the past.
VVVVVVVVVVRRRRROOOOOMMMMMM! All four bikers began to edge their powerful
machines in opposite directions, pulling the seven year old blond boy's
speedo-clad body completely taught in an agonising X shape. They held him
there for an minute or two so that the audience could admired the little
stuntboy's perspiring body, and the way his head thrashed from side to
side as he tried to cope with the pain. As always, the child was filmed
from every angle for the popular souvenir DVD that was made available
after the show.
The boy's coach asked him again if he wanted to stop, but the child
looked angrily up at him, trying to shake the tears away from his
boy-blue eyes as he shouted "Just FUCK me sir....PLEEEEAAASSE! Just FUCK
me as hard as ya can! It takes away the pain if you fuck me!"
The man stripped hastily, admiring the boy's glistening suffering as he
did so. He had trained the boy well. It was so rare to find a real little
boy masochist - most of the boys acted tough, but Danny was a very rare
natural who really needed it, and adored it.
There was no need to stand on ceremony so, the man shafted his beloved
boy royally and thoroughly, while the bikes continued to revvvvvvv
harshly around them, screaming like chainsaws in a slaughterhouse. As the
boy had requested, just before they reached climax, the man took the
unusual and highly dangerous step of winding a metal bike chain around
the seven year old's neck to deprive him momentarily of oxygen. When he
pulled the chain tight around the child's windpipe, the boy's world
almost dissolved as he finally felt his coach piledriving petroltank
loads of mancum with machine-like efficiency into his grateful, overused
boycunt. The sensation of ecstacy produced within the boy by the oxygen
deprivation was one he'd never forget, and would often repeat as an
adult. Then, just as the chain began to bite uncomfortably into the
boy's tender flesh, the coach slackened it and quickly unwound it,
leaving a livid red line around the child's neck, but nothing more. The
instructor ordered the four bikers to stop pulling, and the revving
finally slowed to a halt. The spent boy lost consciousness for a moment,
but his coach slapped him gently on his smooth boycheek and brought him
round, so that the child could enjoy the unfettered applause of everyone
in the building. A chant began to grow of "Dan-ny! Dan-y! DAN-NY! DAN-NY!
DAN-NY!"
The boy had planned to ride his bike offstage in triumph but was too weak
to do so. His coach's huge bike was brought on stage instead, so that the
boy could make his triumphant exit as a pillion passenger on his
instructor's vehicle. The boy held on tight around his coach's waist, his
heart pounding in his chest, as he began to feel the full effects of his
extraordinary ordeal. His adrenaline levels had already begun to drop,
and he'd need a checkup with the medics right away. But he had done it,
and he wondered whether any of the older boys would be able to better his
act that evening.
As they gave him a hero's send off, some of the spectators were asking
the same question...there were still three eight year old boys to come,
three nine year olds, three ten year olds, and a supposedly climactic
performance from an eleven year old....how could they possibly outdo
Danny? The question was soon to be resolved, after a short interval of
twenty minutes for milk and cookies.

(speedoboy711@googlemail.com says many thanks to everyone who's sent such
a lot of encouraging feedback about the previous chapters. Please keep
'em coming, cos that's what keeps me writing (!), along with any
suggestions or comments, good or bad, and ummmmmm....lotsa pics too
please!)

The speedo boys also perform in:
/nifty/gay/adult-youth/speedo-boys-daredevil-challenge/ and
/nifty/gay/adult-youth/boy-daredevils-in-speedos/
Enjoy!