Date: Mon, 17 Aug 2015 01:26:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 12

Pervert Phil (part 12)

This story traces the life of Phil, now deceased.  His life was filled with
perversion, which he enjoyed tremendously and freely shared with me.  This
series contains content that some will find offensive, so you may wish to
skip some parts.  Phil took many risks, and was fortunate to survive his
many encounters.  I hope you enjoy the story, but caution you not to follow
his example!

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Being owned by Mary was one of the best periods of my life not only because
she reveled in her ownership of a submissive homosexual but because she was
delightfully sadistic.  I had only gotten the barest hint of that the day
we walked out of the fag bar and she squeezed my balls hard.  She
absolutely delighted in abusing me every day, usually with some form of
genital torment (or outright torture).  She never needed any excuse; it
amused her to beat my erect penis with a belt so that it would be black and
blue the next day.  If she said I deserved a swift kick in the balls I knew
that it was time to put my hands behind me and spread my legs.  Being young
and limber, if she said I should have sucked at least one more cock that
day, I knew it was time to contort myself enough to suck my own cock for
her amusement.  When it came time to cut the lawn in the back yard which
was surrounded by a rather tall `privacy' fence, I did it naked except for
about 15 pounds of weight hanging from my testicles.

In all, I think my slightly-over five years as Mary's property homosexual
slave was a wonderful time.  Occasionally she would go too far,
occasionally I wouldn't be as obedient as she wished but, all in all, it
was an excellent match.  Among the more memorable events, Mary decided to
teach her younger sister how to properly punish men.  I was naked except
for a slave harness when her sister arrived to spend the weekend.  Mary's
mother had been invited as well but she decided that Mary would do just
fine and she elected not to be there.  I opened the door for her sister
(whom I had never met before).  I knew she was Mary's younger sister but I
didn't know she was only fifteen!  While she may have been only fifteen
years old, she had already become something of a slut herself.  The sight
of me standing there, almost stark naked and inviting her to enter hardly
phased her.  She even fondled my penis as she came inside.  She greeted
Mary with a kiss and remarked that I seemed rather well hung for a fag.

Once the greetings were out of the way, she and Mary proceeded to tie me to
an abuse frame that Mary kept set up in the living room.  This was a
heavily framed upright thing with dead-bolt eyes at each corner to which my
wrists and ankles were affixed with leather bindings.  Once I was properly
secured, the two of them sat down in the chairs which faced me and Mary
asked what she would like to do to me.  Her sister, Lori, replied that if
it weren't for the fact that it would ruin me for Mary's fun, she would
really like to castrate me and, quite possibly, even cut off my penis!
Mary told her that was a little further than she wanted to go at that time
but perhaps later she would offer me to Lori in light of the fact that my
contract allowed her to sell me and that I had already agreed that she had
the right to modify me as she chose.

"I never let him fuck anybody anyway!"  she said, "Not that he'd want to,
he's a fag cocksucker!  Maybe if I decide to get rid of him you could buy
him and keep his cock and balls in a jar or something."

Lori seemed to understand and said, "What I want to do is kick him in his
nuts until he barfs!"

Mary thought that was amusing and said, "Have at it!  He'll pass out first,
won't puke.  I know, I've tried."

Lori stood up and walked over to me and fondled my penis and testicles.

"You are going to be so sore when I get through you'll wish I had cut these
off!, Lori said.

Now, dear reader, please understand that there are very few things that are
more erotic to me than genital abuse.  Most especially, I enjoy (and have
sometimes even paid for) being kicked in the testicles.  However, the sight
of a very pretty, VERY stacked fifteen year old girl stripping naked is
almost more than a fag can take!  I had an enormous erection by the time
Lori had taken off all of her clothes.  She had the nicest and biggest
breasts I think I'd ever seen; they were still that nubile – stick
straight out from her shoulders - kind of breasts that no male, queer or
not, could resist playing with.  She even brushed them against my chest and
then ran them up and down the length of my erect penis which nearly made me
cum on her.

"Ready for some pain, pussy?" she asked.

  She stood there in front of me even more naked than I was; she wasn't
wearing a slave harness.  From the look on her face it was obvious that she
thought all homosexuals were absolute scum; probably acquired from the same
place that Mary did – her mother.

I could only reply, "Please make it hurt."

Lori took a step back and raised her foot so it touched my testicles; she
was taking aim.  One second later my balls exploded in pain – she had
kicked me as though she expected my balls to emerge from my nostrils.  I
fought the urge to puke and it was impossible to double over since I was
very securely tied in the heavy wooden frame.  Tears were running down my
cheeks as she stepped close to me and took my balls in her hand.

She squeezed them and twisted them hard as she said to her sister, "I must
not have done it hard enough.  His balls are still firm.  I thought they'd
get all mushy!"

Mary just chuckled as I gasped out, "Please kick my balls again."

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To be continued ...

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.  –Bill
(oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

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