Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2008 17:40:50 +0000
From: Speedo boy <speedoboy711@googlemail.com>
Subject: Daredevil Speedo Boys Live On Stage part 5 (M/b cons bond, cons anal, b/b oral)

To entertain the audience while the theatre curtains remained closed to
prepare the stage for the next young performers, a cinema screen was lowered
to show popular clips of preteen boys from mainstream movies and TV shows.
There was the classic scene from the original 1960s version of "Lord of the
Flies", in which a naked preteen boy suffers a pitiless caning at the hands
of slightly older boys.
This was followed by the start of "The Big Blue", with the
young protagonist skindiving deep for an extraordinary amount of time. A
speedo boy holding his breath underwater was a particularly strong fetish
for certain members of the audience.
Cheers greeted the scene from "Santa Sangre" in which a shirtless nine year
old boy is tied to a chair with his hands behind his back, and given a
wooden rod to bite on while his little chest is tattooed comprehensively
with the image of a spreadeagle. Although the brave boy sheds tears, he
doesn't wimp out. There was more applause from the audience when the untied
boy inspected his bloodied boychest in a mirror with genuine interest.
Murmurs of admiration accompanied the clips from Michael Haneke's arthouse
movies. In the first, from "Time of the Wolf", a  naked and confused
little boy tries to walk right into a raging bonfire. He's  dragged away to
safety, kicking and screaming, by a man who hugs him to calm him down...and
in the second, a speedo boy in "Hidden" does  tumble-turns in the water
filmed close-up, under the watchful eye of his coach. Later in the movie, he
and his young teammates are seen in the distance doing sit ups on the
poolside. Hidden indeed...the audience mused how many highly potent
images of boylove run through so many widely-available movies, in a kind of
code.
But there were boos for the next clips, from the controversial arthouse
flick "In a Glass cage" ("Tras el cristal"), which evidently transgressed
all acceptable boundaries for most members of the audience. No one wanted to
watch the three boys being done away with by a sadistic ex-Nazi doctor. It
was way too dark.
However, the mood lightened considerably with a series of extracts showing
Boy in various Tarzan movies and TV versions - especially the one in which
he was caught in a giant spider's web, and then rescued in the nick of time.
His soul mate Mowgli appeared in various incarnations, in the flesh as well
as cartoon. Some members of the audience asked themselves ruefully how it
was possible to lust after a preteen cartoon character in a red loincloth.
The spunky preteen boy in bright blue speedos being treated as a little
slave by his over-strict military father in the Ray Bradbury TV episode "By
the Numbers" was, as ever, a popular choice.
So was Marc Almond's very playful "Ruby Red" pop video, in which a little
blond boy in a glittering red thong plays around with various writhing
satanic figures. At one point they pretend to guillotine him.
There were clips from documentaries about talented preteen boy divers doing
handstands in black speedos on high boards before plummeting bravely into
the water.
Footage of young boys wrestling fiercely in speedos prompted a series of
wolf whistles, particularly when one little warrior had his swimwear ripped
savagely from his body by his determined opponent. All the material
was available on a special compilation DVD in a kiosk at the front of the
theatre, and many of the spectators resolved to invest in a copy -
although it was the DVD of the stage show itself that would be the most
requested title that weekend.

As the film show ended, the curtains swished apart at last, to reveal a
gorgeous pair of blond, blue-eyed eight-year-old boy twins, both dressed
in pyjamas, one light blue and the other dark blue. Both children
were barefoot, but seemed to those in the front row be sporting dark speedos
under their innocent-looking nightwear.
As the spotlight found the slim little brothers, they were standing together
locked in a deep and passionate embrace, french kissing each other and
groping each others blond hair, necks, butts and balls. They were giggling
as they fondled each other, and then they looked up suddenly and pretended
in amazement that they'd been discovered unexpectedly on stage.
"Gee...sorry guys...we thought you weren't comin' to us yet!" trilled the
slightly older boy in the dark blue pyjamas. "I'm Damian, and I'm eight, and
I'm thirteen minutes older than my twin brother."
"Hi everyone!" gasped the boy in light blue pyjamas slightly breathlessly,
adjusting the badly-ruffled nightwear around his slim little waist. "I'm
Darren and I'm his little brother..and we love each other a LOT!"
The audience cheered this positive affirmation of young fraternal love, and
hoped to witness its physical expression in greater detail in due course.
"We're staying with our uncle tonight" explained the older brother. It
didn't take the audience long to guess what kind of scenario was about to
unfold...
"Except he's told us that he's out for the evening", added the younger twin.

"And he's got this cellar that he thinks we don't know about!"
The boys spoke one after the other, completing each others' sentences,
totally on the same wavelength, bouncing ideas and phrases off each other.
Like all boys of that age, once they got enthusiastic about something, they
became totally obsessed by it. They urgently wanted to explain everything to
the audience so that they could get on with their act, so the story tumbled
out between them.
"And we found where he hides the keys!"
"You wanna explore uncle's cellar with us? There's lotsa kewl toys there..."
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!!!!" roared the audience, many laughing as they did so,
which made the over-excited little boys dissolve into fits of giggles.
"OK then...here we go! Betcha get a stiffy watchin' it!"
The pyjama-clad twins scampered offstage and the spotlight which had been
following them started to illuminate the stage set behind them.
It was a large cellar, with grim grey stone walls and a black wrought
iron staircase, leading up to what was supposedly ground level high on the
right hand side. The cellar was well equipped, and the audience moaned with
pleasure as they saw, bit by bit, two identical boy-size padded torture
tables, complete with leather and metal restraints for every imaginable part
of their delicate young bodies, in the centre of the dungeon. Next to them
on one side was a boy-sized rack, and on the other a child-size flogging
frame. There was an big vertical oblong water torture tank, in which a young
boy could be suspended upside down, and a boy-size iron maiden coffin filled
with large metal spikes - although this last item was of course just a prop
to set the atmosphere.
On a long wooden bench at the back the spectators glimpsed some more
practical items which could perhaps be used on the eight year boy old twins,
or indeed on the other preteen performers in later acts, as long as they'd
given their informed consent beforehand. These items included an array of
barbed and spiked black leather whips, paddles, rubber truncheons,
handcuffs, boy-size ballgags, child-size leather hoods, preteen-size rubber
head masks, an assortment of various lengths and styles of knives, dildos,
skewers, needles, chains, weights, metal rings, and red-hot branding
equipment. There was even a testicle-crushing vice, in case a boy treble
wished to sing for the rest of his life as a castrato.
The spectators looked around, drinking in every detail of the stage set.
Some were a little concerned to notice a rope noose hanging from the top of
the staircase. But they knew this had merely been put there to look scary,
as no boy would be put at risk of any serious injury or death at any point
during the performance. The stage set looked a little foreboding, but the
programme notes made it clear that the youngsters had designed it
themselves, in consultation with the uncle of whom they had spoken.
Some of the older boys had had a say in it too, as they wanted to perform in
the preteen  bondage dungeon as well, later on in the evening.
.
The audience fell silent as at last they heard the scrape of a key in the
door at the top of the staircase. The large lock yielded eventually, and the
handle turned slowly, as the small boys wrestled with it. Finally, they got
the heavy, soundproofed door open. Their small forms appeared silhouetted at
the top of the staircase with the light from the corridor behind them. They
paused nervously, one with his right hand clutching the other's small left
shoulder. Both little boys stroked their lycra-clad balls absent-mindedly
through their pyjamas, as they gazed in genuine awe at the scene below them.
Somehow, it looked a lot scarier now than it had in rehearsals. And they'd
agreed to go further in the actual performance than they'd ever done before.
They knew what was to come. Trying to pluck up courage, they shut the huge
dungeon door, and stood nervously in almost total darkness. An infra red
camera showed them quivering slightly like frightened baby rabbits until the
spotlight found them. As soon as they had some light, the twins recovered
their spirits a little and padded solemnly down the stairs, hand in hand for
brotherly support. This was it, there was no going back now. Then they
grinned slyly at each other as their little erections returned
simultaneously inside their tight little speedos...it was going to be
awesome!
Soon enough, they began to examine every item in the cellar, whispering to
each other urgently. Gradually they began more and more excited, and started
to look a little more at home in their surroundings. One sat on the bench at
the back as the other handed him various objects for inspection. The dildos
fascinated them. A microphone descended to pick up their every word:
"Up my butt?! You mean this goes right up my BUTT???!!!  I mean...ouch??!!"
"Yeah...but honest Darren I swear it's an awesome feeling...you wanna try it
out now?"
"Ummm...there's loads of stuff here I wanna try, I guess! Shall we take our
pyjamas off?"
"I dunno...let's ask the audience shall we?"
"Yeah....they rock!" The boys turned gleefully towards the spectators.
"Guys, Mom made us promise to make sure we kept our pyjamas on all night
when we're round at uncle's house...but is it OK if we strip off now,
cos...cos well, they're kinda getting in the way?"
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS!" called the audience in gleeful unison.
The little blond boy twins needed to second bidding. They stripped down to
their speedos eagerly, kicking their little cotton pyjamas away to the side
of the stage. The audience was surprised to see that the youngsters were
wearing black speedos, as that color was usually worn only by slightly older
boys -  normally ten or eleven year olds -  because it signified that the
boy was fully trained in hardcore acts of bondage. At the sides of each
boy's speedo was a white stripe and a red stripe, alleviating the ominous
darkness of their swimwear a little. Perhaps that signified that their very
young age was being taken into account.
Next, as the spectators appraised the children's hairless pale flesh, many
of them took a sharp intake of breath. Even though they were only eight
years old, both boys had already had their little nipples pierced. Each boy
had a small silver ring inserted into each of his gorgeous nipples, ready
for immediate use.
The boys sensed hundred of pairs of eyes staring at their little chests.
"Ummmmm...those aren't the only rings we got!" squeaked Darren, hopping up
and down excitedly on the spot. "Shall we show them, Damian?"
"Yeah...look at these, guys!" his brother added eagerly. The little
rascals peeled down their tight black speedos, to gasps of outright
astonishment. Each child had a metal ring inserted into the top of his tiny
penis. Some members of the audience began to masturbate lasciviously, as
they considered the possible ordeals that the little boys might be subjected
to. But that was not all...the preteen scamps had another surprise for their
audience. Damian ripped his younger brother's speedo entirely from his body
and made him do an elegant handstand. He carefully parted his upside-down
brother's legs into a Y-position. A camera zoomed in to to show the
intrigued spectators that Darren also had a small metal ring inserted
through his perineum - that delicious and highly sensitive part of a boy's
body between his legs, between his scrotum and his anus. Once he had shown
off his unusual piercings, the younger twin flipped back onto his feet and
carefully pulled his speedos back on, after delirious applause from the
audience.
"Yeah, and I got one too!" babbled Damian, his blue eyes flashing with
excitement as he tied his brother's white drawstring lovingly, and tucked
the knot and bow back down inside his eight year old brother's speedo.
Darren's cocklet began to fill with boyblood as he felt his brother's hand
right down inside his swimwear, and his small penis tented pleasingly inside
his black speedo. The camera zoomed in for a close up, clearly showing the
outline of the metal penis ring straining for space inside the boy's tiny
swimming trunks. The audience went wild, and the precum began to flow freely
again in the auditorium.
Damian led his brother to one of the two padded torture tables, and kissed
him on the cheek as he lifted him up onto it.
"Tie me down!" hissed Darren, lying face-up and spreadeagling his fresh
little preteen body excitedly in an X-shape, wriggling himself into a
comfortable position.
His brother used metal handcuffs to imprison the willing stuntboy's wrists
and ankles. Then he took a thin white rope from under the table, and tied it
securely to one of the many metal hooks along the edge of the table. Then he
threaded the rope painstakingly through his preteen brother's nipples,
trying not to pull too much on the rings as he did so, because he knew how
much that hurt. He fed the thin rope through another hook on the other side
of the table, and then fumbled inside his sibling's speedos to find the
little metal ring clamped between his legs through the delicate membrane of
his  perineum. The camera's zoomed in to show a close-up of his successful
quest, and how eight year old Darren winced slightly as he felt the slightly
older boy pushing the rope through the ring. Then he drew the cord through a
large metal hook at the bottom of the table, before inserting it back up
through the hole at which it had first been tied. He secured the other end,
and then stood back to admire his handiwork.
"Gosh Darren...you look awesome!"  he gushed, stroking his own little penis
longingly through his speedos as he stared at his prone brother. "What do
you want to do now?"
The boy writhed around a little, yelping as he felt the rings through his
nipples and his super-sensitive perineum pulled about.
"You didn't put the rope thru my boycock did you bro?"
"No....I've tried that, and it's just too much!"
OK, so let's suck each other's cocks...let's 69! I love doing that!"
"OK sure...lemme rip my speedos off and I'll see if there's room for me to
climb on top of you..."
The eight year old boy struggled out of his tight lycra swimwear and hoisted
himself up naked onto the table, flashing his beautiful boy bubblebutt at
the appreciative audience. Taking care not to kneel on his little brother's
cuffed hands or feet, he shuffled around into position, offering his tiny
erection to his brother's rosebud mouth.
The younger boy underneath lifted his head up slightly, flicked out his
little pink tongue, and began to run it up and down the older twin's
cocklet, causing the eight year old to sigh quietly in ecstasy. Damian
pulled down his brother's black speedo, trying not to tug the rope through
his perineum too much, and then lowered his little head down towards his
twin's sex organs. He began by licking his brother's balls, before he set to
work on his cock. He even managed to hook the tip of his tongue through his
brother's cock ring, to pull his little penis upwards gently in an
experimental tug. The boy squealed in a mixture of surprise, pain and
pleasure in response. Then the twins set to work in earnest, sucking each
other's hairless penises hungrily and passionately. They did so with an ease
which suggested they'd been pleasuring each other in this way for two or
three years in their little bunk beds back home. Their uncanny sense of
unity meant that they managed to climax together, juddering and shuddering
in a tangle of vivacious preteen limbs, lips and saliva, panting as soon as
they released each other's erections from their eager little mouths.
Damian flipped over onto the other torture table with a long, loud groan of
pleasure, to give himself some time and space to rest. But this was not to
be.
He appeared surprised at what happened next, although it was of course all
part of the well-planned entertainment.
Four large metal arms, seemingly operating by remote control, sprang out
from under the table and clamped him viciously hard to it, face up,
arranging him in precisely the same X-shape as his brother. A look of alarm
crossed the slightly older boy's face as he writhed in apparent panic under
the sudden onslaught - but he soon found there was absolutely no escape.
Then the cellar door at the top of the staircase burst open, and a tall
muscular man dressed in a black leather thong strode forward, shaking with
anger.
"Ah...my two little nephews!" he bellowed. "You know you're not allowed down
here...and now that you've broken my rules by venturing out of bounds, I
shall have to punish you both!"
The boys squealed in a mixture of terror and delight at the sight of their
uncle. They knew that some of the things he was about to do things to
them would be difficult to bear. Some of the more extreme acts he was about
to perform on the boys had been described to them in great detail, and they
had agreed to them on the condition that they would only have to undergo
such horrors only once - during the actual performance. The children also
stipulated that they wanted the performance to be filmed and photographed
comprehensively, so that their bravery and daring could be recorded for
posterity. So the two eight year old boys and their uncle would soon
enough be straying into uncharted territory as the hardest part of the act
got underway. Members of the audience with a nervous disposition were
advised to leave the theatre at that point. But no one did so.
As soon as the man reached the bottom of the staircase, he strode to the
bench at the back, seized a large black bullwhip, and cracked it hard on the
ground, behind the imprisoned boys, making them quiver, only half in
pleasure. Then he cast the whip aside, not wishing to steal the thunder from
a later act that he knew was planned for another boy, and instead chose some
weights and chains thoughtfully.
He picked up a remote control device from the bench and zapped each table.
The bound boys grinned excitedly at each other as their tables slid forward
and then down, so that they ended up standing vertically on the floor, with
the blond-haired, blue-eyed youngsters facing the audience.
The man approached the slightly older boy first.
"How much weight can you take on your nipples, Damian?"
"Not much uncle...it hurts real bad when I try that!"
"Thank you for your honesty boy...I shall bear what you've said in mind".
The man pulled one of the boy's nipple rings towards him, making the twin
wince pitifully.
"Safeword?" the uncle enquired.
The chained child looked back at him disbelievingly, with his cute little
eyebrows raised, and shook his head firmly. Even at the age of eight, the
well-trained boy knew his uncle was only trying to play silly mind games
with him.
"Don't say it, Damian!" cheered his brother encouragingly.
The man turned angrily on the other boy, and grabbed the youngster viciously
between the legs, tugging cruelly and wantonly at the eight-year old's kinky
little perineum ring. The boy's full-throated scream of pain rang around the
auditorium like a dark celebration.
"Leave my brother alone, you big bully!" shouted the older twin.
"Such defiance!" the man shot back menacingly, playing the role of the
villain alarmingly well. "I shall have to make sure than both of you boys
learn some discipline!"
He threaded a thin metal chain through both Damian's nipples, and carefully
attached a small metal weight. The boy yelped constantly during the
excruciating process, as any pressure on his nipple rings caused him sever
discomfort. The man hooked both the ends of the chain firmly together, and,
with an evil smile playing over his lips, he let the weight drop down onto
the boy's hairless little tummy. Although the weight wasn't particularly
heavy, the child's face contorted into an exquisite portrait of torment, and
his little yelps became treble cries, like a baby bird calling urgently for
its parents, who never came. The man gazed at his perspiring nephew's
suffering for a while, occasionally tugging on the nipple weight to increase
the acuteness of the boy's agony. Many members of the audience began to
masturbate furiously. Some had no idea that boys so young could be trained
up to this level of endurance.
When the man grew bored of watching the slighly older twin twitching, he
turned his attention to the younger sibling. Grabbing the little boy's penis
ring, he passed a chain through the metal adornment, with a slightly larger
weight attached to it. He lifted it to the boy's eye-level, so that the
wide-eyed preteen could anticipate how much he was about to suffer, and then
he dropped the weight harshly between the child's legs. The twin howled like
a little coyote as he felt his little member tugged violently towards the
dungeon floor. His uncle then kicked the weight forcefully to accentuate the
preteen's pain. The hardcore nature of the act appealed greatly to some
members of the audience, although one of two spectators began to make
preparations to leave the auditorium.
"Don't go!" squeaked one of the twins imploringly. "You haven't seen the
best bits yet!"
The child's appeal made those who were about to quit watching sit down
again.
"We haven't even rehearsed this part yet...it's so wicked! Go for it uncle!"

The man looked lovingly from one twin to the other, asking if they really
wanted to proceed, stroking their blond hair gently and and urging them
to use their safewords if they had any doubts. Both boys implored him to
proceed. Again he tried to dissuade them, but the children pleaded excitedly
to be allowed to endure the most hardcore part of the act.
When he was satisfied that what was about to happen was fully consensual
with the young boys, the man took a thin metal rod from the table at the
back of the stage. He returned to the older twin, who was still wincing
because of the weight hanging from his little nipples. He took the boy's
penis carefully, and found the tip easily. He gazed gently into the boy's
eyes, and the boy nodded and whispered "Yes", although he was trembling as
he did so "but I'll need a ballgag please uncle!"
The man found a black boy-sized ballgag among the equipment, and secured it
tightly and firmly around the eight year old child's beautiful blond head.
The brutal piece of bondage gear contrasted pleasingly with the unspoilt,
innocent look of the boy. The audience applauded encouragingly, realising
that in chosing to wear it, Damian had eliminated any possibility of
blurting out his safeword, until the stunt had finished.
The audience held its collective breath as, slowly and painstakingly, the
man began to feed the metal rod right down inside the middle of the little
boy's penis, down the child's immature, delicate urethra, knowing that every
fraction of an inch represented a symphony of excruciating torment for the
eight-year-old. The smooth, vulnerable child took it bravely, although his
tears flowed freely, to his slight annoyance. His brother gazed sideways at
him, his little cock proudly erect,  fascinated at the spectacle of his
sibling enduring such extreme sexual torment. He bit his little pink tongue
in excitement, wishing it was him who was in the spotlight, being violated
in such a cruel manner. But he knew that his turn to
suffer super-sadism would come soon enough.
It was an absolutely agonising insertion, as the boy's (almost totally
muffled) screams proved all too tantalisingly, but eventually the metal rod
was skewered right down inside the small boy's cocklet. About six inches of
metal still protruded from the top of his penis, which were vital to the
next part of the act.
The man retreated to the back of the stage, adjusting his enormous erect
cock inside his thong as he did so, and found a black candle and some
matches on the bench. He lit the candle, and advanced again towards the boy.

He stroked the child's head and whispered "Look at me and shake your head as
soon as it gets too much, Damian...just look at me and shake your head so
that I know when to stop". The man's voice was gentle, coaxing and sincere.
Both boys and the man knew that they were entering highly dangerous waters.
But the boy was determined to try to endure the barbaric act he knew was
about to be committed on his sexual organ, at least for as long as he could.
The masochistic twins had been torturing each other sexually for as long as
they could remember, and this was just an extension of that.
The man knelt down and held the base of the boy's penis firmly, and stroked
it lovingly to maintain the boy's little erection. Then with his other hand,
he brought the candle flame to the top of the metal rod protruding from the
boy's small member. The audience found it hard to watch what happened next.

The sweating boy raised his clear blue eyes heavenwards in a desperate act
of supplication as he felt the metal skewer begin to warm up right inside
his penis. It was almost a tolerable sensation at first, but soon it began
to become far more uncomfortable.
His brother kept whispering encouragement to him all the time, as did his
uncle. Both were full of admiration for the boy.
Damian knew that he wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer as he felt
the beginnings of a searing sensation right inside his fresh young
urethra. He knew that his cocklet was being seared from the inside outwards,
like a little sausage skewered on a barbecue. The pain went shooting down
his tiny penis in big red and black waves as he shut his bright eyes. It was
as though a branding iron was being thrust right down inside his preteen
cock. He gritted his teeth and started bashing his little head back onto the
padded table to try to distract himself from the pain. The tip of the metal
was now visibly red hot, although the part disappearing into his boysex was
still a dull metallic color. The audience watched fascinated as more and
more of the metal rod glowed red hot, ever nearer to the tip of the boy's
penis. He was screaming inside now, but his screams were still muffled by
the ball gag. His brother gazed almost hypnotized as his identical twin
thrashed about painfully in his bonds, the nipple weight still attached to
add to his perfect agony. His uncle noticed a whiff of cooked chicken meat
as the red hot glow came within a fraction of an inch of the boy's penis.
"Look directly at me and shake your head clearly NOW Damian...please!"
"You've done it bro...quit while you're ahead"
The audience took up the chant "Safeword! Safeword! Safeword!"
In desperation, the man tore the ballgag from the boys mouth, and ripped it
fevrrishly from his blameless little head.
The boy let out a primeval yell from the bottom of his lungs as he felt the
red-hot metal searing into the tip of his penis. He allowed himself to be
branded right inside his small sexual organ agonisingly for a few seconds,
smelling his own penis being cooked like a little chicken breast, until he
yelled "Sam and Eric!..."Samneric!".  at the top of his voice - the names of
the preteen twins in the novel "Lord of the Flies".
Worse was still to come for Damian as his uncle took a pair of tongs and
wrenched the red hot metal out from inside the boy's penis. The child he
felt some of the flesh from the inside of his tortured cocklet stripped away
from him as the infernal rod was torn from his his body. He wanted to curl
up in a foetal position and sob, and yet he couldn't because he was still
cruelly spreadeagled in an X-shape.
Then sudddenly he felt some relief as his uncle flooded his seared sex
organs with an extraordinary balm which cooled him down, and took the worst
of the scorching pain away from his immature genitals.

A few minutes later,  delerious but still conscious, Damian eventally notice
that his little brother had been released, with his cock weight removed, so
that he too could apply balm to his brother's body. His uncle removed the
child's nipple weight carefully, and zapped the remote to release his wrists
and ankles. The man lifted the child up, cradling him in his arms and
whispering "You did it Damian, and I'm so proud of you!"
Darren lept up and down kissing his brother on the cheek, and tugging at his
uncle's thong saying "Can I try it now uncle? Can I? Can I? Pleeeeeease! Do
it to be with an even thicker metal rod..for even longer! Go on! I wanna
beat my bro!"
"Hey Darren, don't forget we're doing your blood fuck next!" the man replied
good-naturedly, ruffling the eight year old boy's blond hair.
"Yeah, the blood fuck! Cooool!" replied the boy, his eyes shining up at his
uncle.
"Just let me get the table ready to clamp you down, OK sweetie?"
"Awww...don't call me sweetie, uncle! That sounds really girlie!"
"OK young man! I apologise...humbly!"
The man and the boy laughed, and the man gave his nephew's taut little
buttocks a playful spank. Then the boy stood at ease with his hands clasped
neatly behind his back while his uncle stripped the padding from one of the
torture tables, exposing the harsh metal underneath. There were
several hooks and chains embedded at various points in the surface of the
table. Their purpose was unclear until the man lifted the boy up and laid
him carefully face down on the table. Then he ran the chains delicately
though the child's nipple rings and his cock ring, and pulled them tight and
secured them. The preteen child winced as the felt the tension pulling hard
on the most sensitive parts of his body, stretching his skin in a manner
that was already painful. His uncle patted his boy bubblebutt to reassure
him.
"You want the ring between your legs done too Darren? Your perineum ring?
Your choice...but don't do it if you're not sure...it's very painful..."
"Ummmm...sure thing uncle! I'll give it a try anyway...are you gonna ballgag
me?"
"No...you'll need to be able to use your safeword straight away, because I'm
going to fuck you very hard and move your little body around a lot, so that
your metal rings, which are now tied tight to the table, actually tear right
through your flesh, OK?"
The child shivered with a boyish, sadistic sexual excitement, and piped up
"Do my peri...my perim...the rings between my legs too uncle, OK? I wanna do
it."
His uncle needed no second bidding, and he made the boy yelp like a little
puppy with its paw trapped in a car door, as he pulled a chain through the
boy's perineum ring and chained him down hard to the table.
The little stuntboy's beautiful twin brother stood by, now back in his
black, red and white speedos, with his hand down the front of his swimming
trunks. He kept applying the soothing balm to his scorched cocklet. He was
fascinated by the whole process that his younger brother was about to
undergo, epsecially as, again, it had not been fully rehearsed, so that the
boy only had to perform the whole act once in his short life.
The man stripped out of his black leather thong, uncoiling his large python
cock as he did so, lept up onto the table elegantly and straddled the naked
boy.
He placed his ungreased, unlubricated cock at the entrance to the boy's anus
and tried to push his way in. He made little headway, and the boy protested
loudly. So he laid right on top of the child, squashing most of the breath
from the boy's tiny body, and began to ride him unpenetrated, moving the
youngster's fragile frame backwards and forwards, tugging on his nipples,
his cock ring, and his perineum ring.
The boy was clearly in pain, and kept yelling "Fuck me uncle....just fuckin'
fuck me for fuck's sake. C'mon I'm eight years old....you like eight year
old boys!"
Then the boy screamed as the violent rocking first tore his perineum ring
through his skin, causing fresh bright boyblood to spurt from between his
legs. As soon as he felt the child's blood hit his muscular thighs, his
uncle scooped it up eagerly and lubricated his monster cock with it. The boy
squealed again as one of his nipple rings tore right through his sensitive
young skin. His uncle reached under the boy and coated his hand in the
child's blood. He withdrew his elephantine cock and lubricated it again with
the boy's healthy red liquid. Then he rammed his male member into the
helpless boy with an extraordinary savagery, and began to fuck the boy very,
very roughly, to tear him from the table to which he was chained.
Losing control, the man clamped his hand over the boy's mouth, so that the
child couldn't scream or say his safeword. The boy's eyes bulged in terror
when he realised how powerless he was, and still the violent sodomy
continued with a sense of utter remorselessness.
Although the violent sodomy had been fully agreed, the hand clamped over the
boy's mouth hadn't been pre-arranged. The boy's brother remonstrated with
them man, yelling at him to take his hand away. When his uncle ignored him,
the older twin bit into his uncle knuckles, causing the man to yell angrily,
but it also brought him back to his senses, and he did not try to mouthgag
the boy beneath him again.
He even managed to gasp the word "Sorry!" to both boys for going too far, as
he pistoned the boy beneath him into sexual obvilion. Finally, during the
momumentally aggresive act of buggery, the eight year old boy's cock ring
was torn from his penis, producung a lake of blood on the metal table which
made it easier for the man and the boy to slide around freely. It was the
work of a moment to jerk the screaming boy around sufficiently to rip
through his final nipple ring. As he did so, the man climaxed, throwing his
head back and roaring "Fuck boy! I'm gonna fuck you so hard boy....you'll
never walk again...I'm gonna split your little boycunt so you never walk
again!"
Damian watched, rolling his eyes knowingly and thinking "He always says
that....either that or "I'm gonna fuck you so hard boy that I'm going to
cripple you"...the man seemed to enjoy being in total charge of the boys,
and their physical and psychological destiny.
But soon the rapist was calm, and the bloodied child beneath him was
squealing at him urgently to get off so that he could breath properly again.
The man did so hastily, apologising to his nephew and kissing him fervently
on the back of his bloodied boyneck.
The younger twin seemed to want to escape from the stage, but appeared to
be totally disorientated. He staggered wide eyed and confused towards the
audience, blood seeping from between his legs, from his torn penis and from
his tattered nipples. His uncle's river of semen was dripping freely from
his savagely violated little boycunt. His brother chased after him and
managed to apply some of the balm that he had already found so useful on his
own scorched boycock . His uncle scooped him up the traumatised boy and
kissed him, and the child looked up at him lovingly for a moment, smiled
weakly and then lost consciousness in his arms.
The audience went loopy, cheering and whistling and shouting as the man
carried the boy carefully from the stage, and straight to the medical team
waiting in the wings. He would need quite a number of stitches, but he
wasn't permanently injured. None of the rings had been embedded too deeply
into his soft flesh, according to the notes in the programme for the show,
so the brave stuntboy had suffered flesh wounds rather than deep internal
injuries.
His older brother waved excitedly at the spectators, and did little bows as
he followed his team offstage.
There was a short announcement that the floor and some of the equipment
would have to be disinfected before the next little boy could perform
safely, which relieved many members of the audience. They needed a break
after the extraordinarily sado-masochistic act they'd just seen, and they
hoped that the next performance - the last of the three eight year old boys
- might be a little gentler in tone. Something a little more lyrical was
called for, as a minor lull before the nine year olds hit the stage,
performing stunts which would, no doubt, be even more hair-raising to
watch.

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