Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2008 20:44:49 +0000
From: Speedo boy <speedoboy711@googlemail.com>
Subject: Daredevil Speedo Boys Live on Stage - part 6

(M/b, cons bond, cons anal)

(WARNING: This is fiction. Everything in this story is complete and utter
fantasy...don't try to act out any of this in real life in any way, at home
or anywhere else! And leave those boys alone!
Also, if you are EASILY OFFENDED, please DO NOT READ this story - especially
if you are, for example, religious in any way - you may find this chapter
distasteful, and I have no wish to upset you, so please go away.)

As soon as the stage set had been cleaned thoroughly, the curtains reopened
to reveal an eight year old choirboy, fully dressed in cherry red robes and
a white ruff, standing with his hands clasped before him as if in prayer.
The innocence and beauty of the boy took the audience's breath away. His
straight light brown hair was beautifully combed into a neat parting. His
large blue eyes gazed calmly at the audience. His posture was smart and
erect. He exuded an air of unspoilt cleanliness which was extremely
arousing. He looked like the sort of boy who only ever wore clean white
cotton underpants, and was put to bed carefully each night by his loving
parents, after church and choir practice. It almost looked wrong for a well
behaved, virginal Christian child of this type to be anywhere near such a
theatre, among such people. But when the boy opened his mouth, and spoke in
a clear, beautifully modulated treble voice, the audience were amazed at
what he had to say:
"Good evening gentlemen. Thank you for coming to hear me singing tonight. My
name is Adam, and I'm eight years old. My choirmaster has suggested that I
begin with "Wings of a Dove".
After that, I've asked for my balls to be crushed completely, so that I can
retain my treble singing voice forever."
The child made the announcement in such a calm, confident, loving way that
many members of the audience assumed that some kind of hoax was being
perpetrated. But when they consulted their programmes, they found that the
young treble had indeed requested such an ordeal, and that it was indeed
about to be performed on him, with the aid of a large metal vice.
Reading their intriguing programme notes further, the fascinated spectators
learned that the child's obsessively religious stepfather, who was watching
proudly in the audience, had consented to the procedure too. The boy's
choirmaster had explained to the child and his guardian that it would enable
the youngster to sing praises to the Lord and all his works for all his
life, as a castrato - a singer who's testicles have been removed or
destroyed. It would be, in the wise words of the choirmaster, a way of
enabling the child to stay unspoilt by puberty, or impure thoughts about the
opposite sex, as he grew older. He would remain a little boy forever, one of
God's innocent little angels, -  after his swift and not entirely inhumane
castration. The choirmaster had explained that although it would of course
be an agonising experience for the eight year old child, it would remind the
audience of Jesus' suffering upon the cross - especially as the operation
was to be performed in public. Of course, no Christian stepfather could
refuse such a persuasive argument, and the boy and his guardian hoped it
might set a worthy precedent for other young boys to come forward, to form a
little army of pure, castrated angels.
Without further ado, as organ music filed the auditorium, the boy began to
sing. Even those spectators with no interest in such performances had to
admit that he was phenomenally good. As he warbled the sacred music, he also
managed to remove the white ruff around his neck, and cast it teasingly to
the ground. Then he slowly turned around so that the audience could see that
his loose choir robes were undone and left open at the back. The audience
caught sight of an extremely brief, tight pair of cherry red speedos,
stretching gorgeously across the little boy's ivory white buttocks.
As he reached a high note, the boy allowed his loose choir robe to fall away
onto the stage, revealing his perfectly proportioned, hairless little
body...his thin arms, his slim torso, his pretty legs, his beautiful bare
feet...and his tiny, flaccid cock creating an extremely small bulge in his
delicious red speedo thong.
He stroked his own cocklet and balls lovingly as he finished his warbling,
producing a very tiny, dagger hard erection. Then he bowed low, and stood
expectantly, with his tiny hands in a praying position in front of his
chest.
Two men, identified in the programme as his choirmaster and organist, strode
onto the stage. The  choirmaster was carrying a black leather bag with a
heavy object inside it. They hailed the boy in a decorous manner, and he
gave them a pure, chaste smile and then bowed his head obediently, gazing
down at his silky swimwear, and thinking about the part of his preteen body
nestling underneath the speedo that was about to be obliterated in the name
of organised religion.
Some members of the audience were concerned that such a procedure might
breach the golden rule that no boy would be permanently injured during the
performance, but the copious programme notes pointed out that the child was
simply undergoing a surgical procedure that many other little boys had
endured up until the end of the nineteenth century. His body was being
altered rather than injured - and it was all being done in the name of
Christian charity, with the child's full knowledge and informed consent, and
that of his stepfather, so there could be no possible objection to it.
The choirmaster opened the black leather bag and withdrew a fearsome looking
metal vice from it. The organist stroked the eight year old boy's head and
whispered words of encouragement in his little ear. The boy tried to nod his
angelic head calmly, but he was struggling to control himself, and his
little body was starting to tremble at the site of the brutal metal object
before him. The choirmaster held it directly in front of the boy's face, and
demonstrated to the child exactly how the two metal plates that formed the
vice would be screwed slowly together.
"Do you still wish to proceed with the procedure boy?" the choirmaster asked
in a gentle, kindly voice.
The boy eyed the device, clearly petrified, but he steeled himself and piped
out: "Yes sir, for the greater glory of God I will undergo it!"
The audience murmured its approval in a slightly muted fashion, half stunned
at the child's bravery and fortitude.
The organist wheeled the boy-size flogging frame from its dungeon set to the
front of the stage. The men expertly spreadeagled the child in an X shape
facing the audience, cuffing his thin wrists and ankles to the metal stand.
Their efficiency suggested that it was not the first time they had
restrained a little boy in such a way.
"Would you like a blindfold, Adam?"
"No sir, I'd like to watch what happens please, so that I can remember it
all my life".
"Very well boy...would you like any anaesthetic to dull the pain?"
The boy looked shocked at the suggestion "No sir!" he cried "I want to
suffer, just as my saviour suffered on the cross! No one gave my saviour
Jesus any anaesthetic sir, so I don't want any either...begging your pardon
sir!"
"And would you like us to behave kindly, or cruelly, during the procedure,
my child?"
"As cruelly as the Roman soldiers when they mocked Jesus on the cross, sir".
"Why boy?"
"So that I can sacrifice my sinful sense of pride as well as my body sir".
The boy's bold words drew a round of applause from the some of the
spectators, although the non-religious members of the audience found the
child's logic slightly perverse.
Using what he announced was a real ancient Roman sword, the choirmaster
sliced the cherry red speedos from the boy's body, so that the little treble
was entirely naked, spreadeagled, cuffed hand and foot to the metal frame.
His virtuous preteen body looked so soft and vulnerable against the harsh
bondage and torture devices around him. The eight year old stared straight
ahead, totally focused on the agony he knew was to begin within a few
seconds. The audience was intrigued to see that his hairless little penis
was dagger-hard, in a tiny but proud boy erection.
The choirmaster had another question for the boy "Adam, would you like your
testicles crushed one after the other, or both together?"
The child thought carefully for a moment, his clear brow furrowing slightly
as he considered the matter. Then he announced his decision, in his
clear-well-spoken treble.
"Both together please sir, if I may...I don't think I'm brave enough to have
one crushed after the other...I might use my safeword half way..and that
would be awful sir!"
The choirmaster looked at the boy with renewed compassion, deeply touched by
the child's honest admission of his limits.
"Adam, I ask you again, are you absolutely sure we have your permission to
damage your sexual organs permanently and irreparably? The pain without
anaesthetic will be excruciating, and of course it will mean that you can
never father your own children if you live to become a man..."
"We all give praise the Lord in different ways sir!" the boy shot back
confidently. His stepfather had trained him well, and now he was getting a
little impatient.
"Please get on with it, sir...the waiting is making it worse, begging your
pardon!"
"Very well boy, we shall castrate you immediately!"
A huge spontaneous cheer went up from the audience, partly for the boy's
courage and amazing act of sacrifice for their pleasure,  and partly in
anticipation of the hardcore act they were about to witness. Many had wanted
to see a preteen boy castrated slowly and painfully on stage...now their
darkest dreams were about to come true.
The organist gave the boy a small metal rod encased in thick white rubber to
bite upon, knowing that the testicular pain would drive the boy into an
absolute frenzy, in which he might bite his tongue off or even swallow it.
 The boy took the rubber stick reluctantly in his mouth, resolving to spit
it out as soon as he could, because he planned to sing God's praises for as
long as he could while his little balls were being pulverised.
The choirmaster grasped the boy's immature little scrotum and inserted it
carefully into the fully opened metal vice. The child winced as his hairless
ballsack came into contact with the cold metal.
Cameras were positioned at all angles around the boy to film the imminent
operation in close up and in great detail, flashing what would no doubt be
every agonising inch of it up on screens around the auditorium, and
providing extra footage for the DVD - viewers would be able to view the
procedure from a plethora of different angles, to enhance their pleasure.
The organist stood by with a cloth to mop the boy's sweating forehead, as
the choirmaster ensured that his little treble's balls were perfectly
positioned for a slow, thorough, drawn-out crushing inside the vice.
A large metal handle protruded from the top of the metal tool, which the
choirmaster grasped with his right hand. With his left hand, he supported
the vice from underneath.
The boy gasped as he felt the metal begin to close very slowly around his
scrotum. As he gasped, the rubber metal rod fell from his little rosebud
boymouth, thudding onto the stage. The organist picked it up and tried to
re-insert it in between the boy's perfect white teeth, but the child shook
his head almost angrily, so the organist reluctantly deferred to the
youngster's wishes.
Then the choirboy opened his mouth and began to sing beautifully, a scared
song, with words that spoke of his love of God, and how the Lord would
protect children from all harm. As he sang, he looked down, fascinated, as
the vice tightened ever so slightly around his tiny scrotum. It was an
uncomfortable sensation, but not too painful as yet. The choirmaster
was tightening the vice fraction of an inch at a time, listening for the
boy's safeword, which the child was still entitled to use at any point. (The
boy had chosen the word "Sebastian", after the saint.)
Soon enough, the eight year old boy found he was in considerable sexual
pain, but he could see his stepfather gazing proudly at him from the
audience, and even giving him thumbs-up signs, so the child was determined
not to disappoint him.
However, as the agonising sensation in his little scrotum got worse, he
found that singing was increasingly difficult. And try as he might, he was
finding it necessary to begin howling at the top of his voice instead.
The sight of the naked, virginal, traumatised child yelling his head off,
bucking and thrashing within his bondage, was an immensely arousing one for
the spectators.
Sweat began to pour from the choirboy's naked body. His lovely blue eyes
rolled around wildly like a bullock being gelded. The vice was causing
immense waves of pain to wrack the child's immature but delicious little
body. The audience knew that no boy should have to suffer that amount of
agony at such a young age...and yet the sexually-charged spectacle was so
compelling that hundreds of spectators were already shooting their load in
the spunk-filled auditorium.
To heighten their pleasure, the choirmaster decided to fulfill his promise
of additional cruelty which had seemed so important to the boy himself, in
order to banish what the child had described as his  sin of pride.
The choirmaster found to his delight that he rather relished his role of
enforced sadist. He was beginning to have fun, and the boy was being such a
good little sport. Giving the vice handle one more twist, he felt something
give inside the vice, like a small lump, yielding and turning forever into
jelly. He knew then that he had successfully split one of the child's little
balls irreparably. On a rather wicked whim, he deliberately let go of the
heavy metal vice, letting it dangle cruelly from the little boy's immature
genitals, adding to the child's already desperate torment.
The utterly heartfelt, high-pitched howl of pure boy agony that the child
produced from the pits of his very young soul suggested that his sexual
mutilation was progressing rather satisfactorily. Warming into his new
duties as a pitiless tormentor, the choirmaster kicked the metal vice
viciously, causing the boy's tears to flow freely as he gazed lovingly at
his trusted Christian music instructor.
In return, the choirmaster winked at the boy, and then grabbed the vice
again and gave the handle one final devastating, ball-popping twist. The
extraordinary child felt his other testicle turn to pulp under the
implacable metal. The waves of agony sweeping from between his legs
throughout his little body became too much to bear. But the suffering little
saint somehow still refused to say his safeword, and so he fainted away
completely.
The organist gave up mopping the child's brow and began to slap the
boy's face viciously instead, determined to allow the little chorister to
remain conscious for as much of his agony as possible, as the youngster had
requested. The technique produced miraculous results. The boy regained
consciousness immediately with a scream so unbearably loud that they had to
snap a boysize ballgag into his mouth to stop him hurting the eardrums of
the adult spectators, whose welfare was paramount.
The choirmaster gave the handle of the vice an extra, gratuitous twist, and
the whole audience marvelled as the boy shut his gorgeous blue eyes tightly,
and opened his little mouth opened obscenely wide - but his agony was so
absolute and so perfect that no sound came out any more. It was a silent
scream of absolute preteen sexual agony. The child's small face had become a
supreme  vision of suffering - a tiny naked boy pushed beyond all normal
limits in an act of suffering so extreme that the unholy image seared itself
onto the conscience of all those present forever. It was the passion of
Adam, almost Christ-like.
(Some members of the audience wondered if the boy would perhaps consent to
be crucified upside down - but such stunts were normally reserved for the
eleven year old boy in the grand finale, and it seemed unlikely to happen
that year, as it had already been the climax of last year's performance.)
A doctor rushed onto the stage to examine the boy, to determine whether the
preteen boy's castration had been successful. The medic removed the vice
gently and fingered the boy's livid, utterly pulped scrotum carefully. Every
touch sent the eight year old boy into violent convulsions, his lovely brown
hair flying around boyishly as he began to shout at the man to leave him
alone. The boy's pleas were, just for once, ignored, as the doctor
congratulated the choirmaster and the organist for their work. The medic
then turned to the audience and told them with a broad smile
"I'm delighted to say that eight year old Adam has been fully and
successfully castrated live on stage. His balls have been pulverised
forever, crushed superbly and expertly in the metal vice. He will be able to
sing as a treble for the rest of his natural life. Gentlemen, I give you a
new little castrato, eight year old Adam!"
The choirmaster and the organist prodded the exhausted boy a little, urging
him to sing something. He opened his eyes hazily and tried to muster some
strength to praise the Lord,  but the pain in his now useless, superfluous
scrotum was too great. His little head flopped forward onto his chest, and
this time it appeared that no amount of slapping could wake the little
rascal.
 So the choirmaster was forced to do the only thing that he knew would
revive the boy. The man divested himself of his own choir robes, and slipped
out of a black studded leather thong he always wore underneath it while he
was training his boys to sing. He then positioned himself carefully behind
the little treble, who was still cuffed by his ankles and wrists to the
edges of the flogging frame. The organist hastily lubricated the boy's
little Christian anus and the choirmaster's penis, and the man lunged his
enormous, swollen sex organ lustily into the unconscious choirboy.
The jolt acted like an electric shock on the child, whose clear  blue eyes
fluttered open in sheer surprise straight away. Inspired by his
choirmaster's sexual stimulation of his immature prostate, he gradually
began to sing again, louder and more confidently this time, his treble voice
soaring upwards like a skylark. The choirmaster reached his arm around the
boy so that he could hold the child's smashed scrotum. The man squeezed, but
gently this time, encouraging the boy to sing even higher, which he duly
did, even managing a weak, tired smile of triumph. The child had achieved
his goal and at last he felt he could rest, as soon as his choirmaster had
copulated inside him.
Sensing the child might not have much energy left, the man swiftly
released a symphony of sacred sperm into the virgin's Christian boycunt, and
patted him on the back approvingly as he withdrew.
The boy received an enormous cheer, as his limp little body was unclamped
from the flogging frame, and carried offstage by his smitten music master.
The man resolved to allow his faithful organist assistant to fuck the child
as soon as he was offstage - even if the boy lost consciousness again. After
all, faithful service must always be rewarded, particularly in the church,
which always has to set a good example. Subject to the approval of the boy's
deeply pious stepfather, of course.
The spectators were greatly satisfied by what they'd seen. As usual,
the evening had become a little more hardcore as it went on, and the rather
harsh treatment of little Adam boded well for the ordeals to come. The three
nine year old boys were limbering up in the wings, almost ready to perform -
a little nervously as no one had expected Adam's ordeal to be quite so
brutal. It had proved rather more shocking to watch than anyone had
expected. But a certain lyrical quality had been achieved, mainly thanks to
the musical element of the act. And, crucially, at  least no one could say
the little kid didn't have balls...so to speak.

(end of part 6)

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