Date: Mon, 24 Mar 2008 22:44:01 +0000
From: Speed Back <speedback11@googlemail.com>
Subject: DSB-LOS part 8 (M/b), cons anal, cons bond)

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

The audience was warned that the next act wasn't suitable for spectators of
a nervous disposition, but no one seemed inclined to leave the auditorium.
When the curtains swished back, there was no longer any sign of the jungle
set. Instead, a nine year old blond boy was playing with a box of matches
and a cigarette lighter on a black iron bedstead. He sat comfortably and
calmly, on top of black silk sheets. His skin was beautifully tanned, and he
had perfect white teeth. The preteen looked particularly wholesome...rather
like an all-American schoolboy. He was wearing a dazzlingly fresh, bright
red speedo. When he spoke, his accent revealed that he had indeed crossed
the Atlantic to perform in the European show:
"Hi guys! I'm Cody and I'm nine years old! And I like playing with fire!"
The boy received an extra loud round of applause, to recognise the fact that
he was far from home, far from American sunshine and far from sexual or
physical safety.
He grinned delightedly at his reception. "Gee thanks...ummm...don't try this
at home guys OK, it hurts! I'm only doing it cos I like it, and cos I can
take it, OK?!"
The audience was relieved to hear that, as always, the organisers of the
show only allowed the boys to perform with their full consent, and a full
understanding of what would happen during the act.
With great proficiency, the confident little performer masturbated a little
until he achieved a small boy erection. Without any hint of embarrassment,
he pulled down his cute, butt-hugging bright red speedo to reveal his small
erect cocklet. He giggled at the sight of his sex organ, and carefully began
to peel back some of his foreskin, yelping and squeaking a little as he did
so.
Then to the audience's astonishment, he took one of the matches from the
box, and planted the plain wooden end a little way under his little
foreskin, which held it in place. The lightable end protruded about an inch
from the tip of his tiny penis. Some members of the audience began to cover
their eyes, as they could see what was coming next.
"Yeah...right!" giggled the little boy masochist delightedly, as he clicked
the cigarette lighter suggestively against one of his unspoilt little
boynipples.
Wincing a little at the damage he was inflicting on his lithe, tanned body,
he moved the lighter away from his chest, and brought it down his hairless
body to the tip of the match protruding from his small but
pulsating erection.
The audience gasped as the match flared up, and began to burn only an inch
from the most sensitive part of the child's gorgeous little body. The
kneeling boy forced himself to put his hands behind his back, perspiring
profusely as the match burned quickly towards the tip of his tiny sex
organ. He held this intriguing position for a second so that flash photos
could be taken as well as the normal video footage. It would be widely
circulated on the web. Just before the actual flame touched his boycock, he
yanked it out with a deft motion, squealing as he burnt his little
fingertips slightly in the process.
"Think I should let it burn me next time?" the boy asked with a wicked grin.
Despite the shouts of "No!" from the less sadistic boylovers in the
audience, the boy carefully implanted another match under his foreskin. Then
he called for his coach to come onstage.
The audience was rather amused to see that his coach was dressed in a devil
outfit, complete with trident and horns. It seemed that the boy really was
about to suffer all the fiery torments of hell right before their very eyes.
The devil licked the nape of the unspoilt child's neck, and his ear, and
whispered loving words of encouragement to him. Then, without further ado,
handcuffed his boy to the bedstead with his hands behind his back.
"Do you consent to me lighting this match, Cody, knowing that it will cause
you terrible sexual pain as the flame sears into the tip of your nine year
old penis?" he enquired, in a rather theatrical manner, as though he were
performing in a Victorian melodrama.
The answer wasn't really in doubt, but the man enjoyed dwelling on the
details as much as the stuntboy and the spectators.
"Yes sir!" the boy shot back eagerly "I wanna do it, just to prove to you
guys that I'm one-hundred per cent boy-brave! And I kinda like it too! Go on
sir...pleeeeease...light the match!"
The devil smiled at the eager boy and stroked his beautiful blond hair for a
second. Then pitilessly, he lit the match and masturbated as he watched the
nine year old boy's sexual agony. He couldn't resist saying "Oh
Cody...Cody...you look so beautiful when you suffer...mmmmm.....nine years
old...and such a BOY.....I am SO gonna fuck you later for this, you little
fuckpuppy!"
As the fire hit his charming little sexual organ, the boy threw back his
head so far that he banged it hard on the head of the iron bedstead.
He yelled like a little demon as the fire licked his blood-filled cocklet.
The force of his cries, and the way his handcuffed little body shook in
sheer shock, left the audience in no doubt how much sexual pain the child
was putting himself through, and so he got a warm, encouraging round of
applause.
Many of the spectators were intrigued to see how far the young boy would go,
as this was just the start of his act, and he would no doubt be enduring
even greater torments before he left the stage. As they consulted their
programme notes, they were intrigued to read that the boy had a very unusual
sexual interest in fire, burning and branding, and a high level of tolerance
to pain as a result of his peculiar kink. His fetish was so rare that he'd
been flown all the way from San Francisco to demonstrate it to a European
audience for the first time. The spectators already agreed that Cody was a
real find...a genuine one-off. He was also an extremely fuckable looking
little nine year old blue-eyed blond boy, and many of the spectators
wondered how high the bidding for him would go in the slave auction at the
aftershow party.
The boy's devil master hopped gleefully off stage and returned chuckling in
a slightly insane manner, rather like the Riddler in the old TV version of
"Batman". He was carrying a small portable furnace, with a number of pokers
protruding from it's white-hot depths.
He took the little boy's handcuffs off his slender wrists, but only for a
moment, commanding the child harshly to lie face up on the black silk
sheets. The all-American kid rolled his eyes good-naturedly and bounced
himself flat onto the bed, wriggling and giggling in his dazzling little
bright red rape-me speedos. The man quickly cuffed the young boy's wrists
and ankles to the satanic black bed in an X-shape. The preteen boy bucked
his hairless body excitedly, knowing what was coming next and savouring the
prospect of his ordeal.
The man whispered something in the boy's ear, presumably asking if he still
wanted to go ahead with a session that might scar his little body for life.
The child nodded enthusiastically, his little cock tenting in an excited
boy-erection in his brand-me swimwear.
The devil took the first of the branding irons from the seething furnace.
The head of the branding iron spelt out a word, but the audience couldn't
make out what it was yet. The man spat on the tip of the iron, making his
saliva sizzle, to prove that it was red-hot. He brought the branding iron
within inches of the nine year old boy's clear blue eyes, showing the child
the instrument that was, as far as the audience knew at least, about to mark
the child for life.
The boy faltered a little, shaking and closing his eyes tight shut, but he
did not use his safeword.
The delighted man lifted the branding iron high above his horned head in
satanic triumph, and plunged it right onto the boy's chest, just beneath his
left nipple: TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS....the scent of burning preteen boyflesh
wafted across the front few rows of the audience, causing the spectators in
the front stalled to masturbate furiously. The child screamed like a little
hyena as the word "BOY" was branded onto his tiny chest in an indelible
mark. He thrashed around in terror in his bonds, but the little boy knew
that there was no escape from his bondage, and the child masochist's little
cocklet was still tenting excitedly in his red scald-me speedos. So he
regained control of himself and steeled his little body for the next
branding iron. The devil planted this beneath his small right nipple:
TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS....imprinting the word "SLAVE" onto the child's
torso. The vicious act caused the boy to yell pitifully at the top of his
little lungs - but he still refused to use his safeword. Tears streamed down
the boy's soft cheeks, so the devil kissed him and unlocked his cuffs.
The man flipped the boy over carefully, knowing full well that forcing
the child lie on his newly-branded nipples on the black silk sheets would
cause him even more agony, but the performance was in full flow now, and
neither performer, boy or man, had any intention of disappointing their
spellbound audience. The boy wept as he was re-cuffed face down on the
hellish bed, but he was nowhere near using his safeword yet, as he was
sexually excited by his burn marks, and wondered how soon he'd jerk into a
spontaneous dry little boy orgasm as the fire-fest continued on his smooth
young body.
The devil reached into the furnace again, and brought out a third red-hot
branding iron. With his other hand, he stroked the delicious red lycra
stretched sexily across the boy's butt, smoothing it carefully, making sure
the child's sear-me speedos were perfectly arranged for what was to come
next. There was no slit in the back of the boy's teasing little pair of
bright red fuck-me swimming trunks...but no slit would be needed to gain
access to the unsullied ivory boyflesh which lay so invitingly
underneath. There's more than one way of getting right inside a little boy's
speedos, as the performing pair were about to demonstrate.
The devil ululated like a witchdoctor as he plunged the third branding iron
into the very middle of the preteen boy's left buttock cheek:
TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS...it seared right through the child's brief red
speedo thong in a hissing of molten synthetic fabric, sinking the metal tool
deep into the boy's sensitive skin underneath. The word "RAPE" was
now marked, apparently indelibly, on the nine year old's left buttock,
causing him to scream like a banshee, although he was also trying to hump
his cocklet up and down on the black silk sheets, so great was his sexual
excitement.
The fourth and final branding iron made its mark soon enough in the middle
of the boy's right buttock: TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.....melting that part
of his boy-size speedo as the word "TOY" was seared onto his body, seemingly
for life. The boy had chosen the phrase "Rape Toy" himself, as it made him
giggle. His master had chosen "Boy Slave" to remind the nine year old boy of
his duties and obligations, as the child was a favorite with a wide circle
of men with particular tastes, based in San Francisco, called The Cody Club.

The devil poked at the boy's burn marks with interest, watching how the
child squealed and writhed in agony as he did so. He adored torturing
scantily-clad little boys, especially sexually, and little Cody loved to be
tortured. It was a marriage made in hell, with the small boy as the
fuck-bride. The man reached under the boy, between his legs, to check that
the preteen's cock was still erect under his red clutch-me speedo. It was,
to the man's great relief, for he wanted the boy to take sexual pleasure in
every second of his ordeal. The man molested the youngster's hairless
genitals a little, causing the little boy to coo with pleasure. The man
became a bit rougher with the boy's sex organs, and the child almost
climaxed in pleasure, as he loved the rough groping through his little
speedo. He had to hiss at the devil to stop, because he didn't want to reach
his dry boy-orgasm too early. The man did as the boy directed almost
straight away, after one extra hard squeeze of the child's tiny balls.
"OK master...I'm ready for the big one!" squeaked the sweating, panting
child excitedly, raising his gorgeous little boycunt a little and wiggling
it suggestively, as best he could within his cruel bonds. Some members of
the audience shot their load on the spot...Cody was such a beauty...a boy at
the height of his sexual attractiveness at the age of nine.
The man stripped to his black swimming coach speedos and strode around the
boy, calling for his safeword, but all he got in reply from little Cody was
a chirpy nine year old treble cry of "Are you kidding sir?! This is gonna be
awesome! C'mon sir, let's roll!"
The devil clicked his fingers, and in a puff of smoke, an enormous metal
dildo appeared through a trap door in the stage. It was made of iron...about
a foot long and three inches wide. The man picked it up, weighing the heavy
object in his large, hairy hands. Then he bent down and showed it to the
bound boy.
Cody's eyes lit up with delight when he saw it, and he started yelling "Real
hot sir...make it real, REAL hot, 'kay?!"
The man laughed at the little masochist's confidence, knowing that the boy
was about to undergo the most extraordinary sexual torment, in his pursuit
of the best dry little orgasm a kinky nine year old boy would ever
experienced. The devil vowed that he would not disappoint the brave,
experimental child.
So he plunged the tip of the enormous metal dildo deep into the little
furnace.
The audience was surprised to see the man divest himself of his speedos, so
that he was completely naked. This hardly ever happened during the live
shows...although it was a common sight at the aftershow parties.
They were even more astounded to see that the man had no penis...or at least
just the stump of a penis. It seemed to have been removed...cut off or
mutilated perhaps...and in its place was an elaborate fireproof protrusion,
made of a substance no one had seen before, whose purpose would become
abundantly clear in just a few moments' time.
The spectators frantically consulted their programme notes.
It seemed that at the age of eleven, more than thirty years ago, the man had
taken part in a grand finale performance of the same show. In those days it
made been much rougher and crueler, and whereas nowadays no boy was ever
killed or seriously injured during the performance, such horrors had not
been uncommon in the wilder, unregulated days of the 1970s. (Stricter child
protection laws were in force now, as well as the severe rules limiting the
amount of performances that a child actor could give on stage in a year, so
that his primary school education wasn't disrupted too much.)
The programme notes about the man revealed that, as an eleven year old boy,
the man's penis had accidentally been severed completely from his little
torso during a particularly dangerous boycock-guillotine stunt.
His balls were still intact though, and was soon fitted with a prosthetic
penis to pee and cum through.
But he'd used this, over the years, to his advantage by developing a
completely fireproof, heatproof device which fitted into the end of his
penis stump. This enabled him to wear a red hot metal dildo on the end of
his penis stump, with which he could simultaneously fuck, sear and brand
any boy willing to undergo such an extreme ordeal. Needless to say, such
children were few and far between.
So the man had developed various balms, ointments, syrups and serums which
cured the worst of the burns and scaldings extraordinarily quickly after
such torments had been inflicted. This, at least, made particularly violent
and dangerous stunts involving the use of fire and heat on young boys
possible during stunt shows...but finding youngsters willing to undergo even
a few minutes of such torments was still extremely difficult. Luckily, he'd
spotted Cody at swim club as one of the brightest boys he was coaching, and
discovered the little boy's surprisingly savage kink for pain and fire.
The man had gradually trained the willing child to endure increasingly harsh
levels of suffering, always curing the boy completely afterwards.
The audience read these notes with great relief, as they couldn't imagine
how any preteen boy would otherwise survive such a brutal and painful
shafting. However, they knew that it would be difficult to watch what
happened next.
Using a pair of tongs, the devil extracted the large metal dildo from the
furnace. The tip of it was white hot, and so were the next two inches. The
next three inches were red hot. The base of the dildo, which the devil
fitted slowly and carefully to his fireproof protrusion, was barely warm.
This was just as well, as no one in the audience wanted the man to risk his
safety. Injuring any of the adult performers in any way would be totally
unacceptable - their welfare, after all, was paramount.
The nine year old boy gritted his teeth, shaking violently within his
handcuffs and ankle cuffs. When the devil showed the boy the white hot tip
of the metal dildo, the child's eyes went saucer-wide in panic, and he began
to beg for mercy, shouting "Noooooooooooo! No Sir! Please! I'm only nine!"
"Safeword boy...come on...you know you want to use it!"
The boy got a grip, shot a furious look back at the man, and then commanded
him:
"Just do it sir...Just do it and don't tease me like this! C'mon...I dare
ya!"
The boy, and all the audience, knew that whenever you have the temerity to
dare the devil, he never backs down. And sure enough, with a satanic cackle
that seem to come from the very depths of hell, the man clambered carefully
onto the bed, wearing the white hot metal dildo.
"OOOOOOH I'm going to enjoy this, Cody, and you are going to suffer so much"
the man laughed gleefully.
The dildo hadn't yet touched the boy, but already, quite naturally, he was
panicking. He was bucking and thrashing so much, and yelling so loudly, that
four adult stagehands, clad entirely in black, slipped discreetly onto the
stage. One of them strapped a black ballgag expertly onto the blond boy's
mouth to muffle his screams, and then each man held one of the child's
slender limbs steady, to make the sensational abuse of the boy a little
easier for the man.
The devil straddled the child expertly - fresh young Cody wasn't the first
little boy he'd raped over the centuries - and finally, with a cry of pure,
sadistic boylust, he buried the enormous white hot metal dildo right into
the boy's beautiful speedo-clad bubblebutt.
TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
The demonic tool seared swiftly through the seat of little boy's bright red
speedos in less than a second, leaving his melted swimwear in tatters. With
a hissing of fresh boyflesh, and a few fast and frantic thrusts, the vicious
metal phallus bored a hole right into Cody's nine year old hairless anus in
a matter of moments, a boycunt-splitting three inches in diameter. It was
indeed an awesome sight...a nine year old boy skewered onto a white-hot
dildo that was burning the boy up as it fucked him. The pain was beyong
excruciating. Even though he was wearing a ballgag, the boy's muffled
screams of unimaginable sexual agony was clearly picked up by some carefully
placed microphones on the bedstead. The camera zoomed in to film the little
boy's face so severely contorted in pain that the image seared itself onto
the soul of every fiercely masturbating member of the audience forever. The
tool went six inches into the boy as if his little body were made of butter,
searing a huge passage straight into the nine year old's guts. The boy felt
his immature prostate touched by a fiery force so powerful that he climaxed
instantly, in a desperate little shuddering dry orgasm onto the black silk
sheets. It was the deepest, most profound sexual sensation that the boy had
ever felt, and he thanked Satan from the bottom of his soul for honouring
him in such a way. But his pleasure was not to last. The child's tiny
prostate was burnt away completely as the white hot metal dildo consumed it
hungrily. The boy was shaking so violently, frothing at the mouth through
his ballgag, that it took one of the stagehands to warn the devil that the
boy seemed to be trying to say his safeword.
Sensing that he didn't have much time left, the devil triumphantly lunged
all twelve inches of the wicked dildo right inside the nine year old
performer, spunking fiendishly through his penis stump right into the boy's
sensationally sizzled insides. Then the stagehand ripped the little boy's
ballgag off. Amid spasms of agony which wracked his tiny body from head to
foot, the boy squealed the word "Firebird! F-Firebird!" in a desperate
treble, pleading not to be burnt utterly at the stake.
Then he passed out completely, his boyish lifeforce seemingly spent. But
although he'd been taken to the brink, he had not been taken over the
threshold. That would have broken all the rules. And it would have been far
too cruel to a slim blond boy of only nine who enjoys going to swim club in
his speedos on his bike in the San Francisco sunshine.
The next moment had been well prepared for. No one wanted the boy to suffer
for a moment longer than was necessary for him to complete his extraordinary
performance. The child's welfare was of supreme concern to all present,
especially as he was less than ten years old. And he was a blue-eyed blond.
And so beautiful. And kinda sexy too, in that preteen boy way that makes you
wanna fuck 'em so badly.
So the stagehands whisked bottles of balm and tubs of ointment out from
under the bed. The devil began to pour the lotions onto the boy's badly
seared flesh, letting them sink deep inside his wrecked little body.
Then, once the boy had been attended to carefully with a vairety of
ointments carefully applied to his frazzled rear end, the man picked up the
tongs and carefully detatched the rapidly cooling metal dildo, and replaced
it carefully into the little furnace.
The transformation happened at such speed that it took the audience's
breath away. The miraculous potions and lotions banished all trace of the
terrible smell of burning boyflesh, and the child's body began to heal and
regrow at such a speed that his screams became whoops of delight within a
few minutes. Only his red speedo lay frazzled in tatters...no
concoction would bring that back, so the boy was now naked. But the child
wasn't shy. He'd grown up in San Francisco. He was very used to men seeing
him in the nude.
"Wooooooow! Do it again sir! That was awesome!" cried the delighted boy in
disbelief.
The light that shone in the child's clear blue eyes was all the more
powerful because he almost felt as though he had come back from the dead. He
had, at the very least, seen death and beaten it - the goal of every
stuntboy in the theatre. And he'd done it at the age of nine. Once the
stagehands had released the boy from his hand and ankle cuffs, he threw
himself gratefully onto the devil, kissing the man unhibitedly on his great
muscular neck and bearded cheek.
The audience felt as though they'd been on an extraordinary emotional
rollercoaster, and stood up to applaud both the boy and the man. And the
stagehands. The devil gave the little boy a shoulder ride around the stage,
and the extraordinary child even managed a bit of fireeating and
firebreathing before he was taken offstage. The boy begged the four
stagehands to gangrape him as a thank you to them for their assistance, but
there wasn't time to do that on stage so it had to be done in a corridor. It
was captured on camera though, as a DVD extra.
The next little boy to come on stage, the last of the nine year olds, felt a
little uneasy, as he felt his act might not match the spectacle that Cody
had staged with the help of his friends. But the child needn't have
worried...the audience was in a jovial mood, and parts of his act would
prove to be truly shocking...

(next chapter follows asap, if anyone wants it!)

Thanks for reading! And for all the great support from so many people, cos
that's what keeps me writing! Any comments, however harsh, and anything else
(!), always welcome at my new address for feedback:
speedback11@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!
Speedoboy711