Date: Mon, 17 Aug 2015 23:12:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 13

Pervert Phil (part 13)

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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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."

Mary's only comment was that, "He really likes it!  You'll have to do it a
LOT harder than that!"

Lori was only too happy to oblige.  A second and considerably harder kick
followed and soon a third.  My testicles felt like they had to be swollen
to the size of basketballs.  The third kick had almost made me pass out.
The fourth kick did make me pass out.  I came around hanging by my wrists
in the frame, quite limp so I was just hanging there.  What finally brought
me around was the sound of Mary and her sister talking and drinking coffee.
Mary stood and went into the kitchen and got another cup but instead of
sitting down with her sister she brought the coffee over to me and put my
penis directly into the cup.  I screamed – the coffee was practically
boiling it was so hot.  Lori thought that was a neat trick so she got a
second cup for herself and proceeded to dip my cock into it.  I screamed
again.

It had gotten rather late and Lori asked Mary if Mary would like to have
her sleep with her.

Mary said, "Yes, as long as you are into eating a little pussy."

Lori said that Mary knew she was since she'd had been giving Mary head for
a long long time.  I knew that Mary was into some lesbian stuff but I had
no idea that incest was part of it.  Somehow, I managed to get a hard-on
thinking about that even though my cock was pretty well scalded and my
balls felt like I had a hundred pounds of lead weights swinging from them.
The two of them went off to Mary's bedroom, leaving me still tied into the
abuse frame.

About an hour later Mary came out of her bedroom with a very satisfied grin
on her face.  She unfastened my wrists only to handcuff me.  My ankles were
still tied to the corner of the abuse frame.

"I want her to watch you get fucked tomorrow morning.  You can sleep right
there." Mary said.

 I laid down on the floor with as much grace as I could muster while Mary
returned to her bed and her sister.  It was time for Mary to please Lori.

During our five years together, I occasionally became an inconvenience to
Mary.  That usually happened when Mary wanted to have some woman over for a
weekend.  She usually rented me out to some faggot or a sadist who wanted a
submissive fag to use.  She charged a fairly hefty fee for me and always
delivered me to them naked, usually in the trunk of her car.  She also
picked me up at the end of the weekend.  For some reason, she seemed to
feel a degree of guilt about charging for me, going so far as to ask me if
I minded her charging for me.

"Mind?  I'm your property and you are free to whore me at any time.  I
agreed to that in the contract." I replied.  That was our only discussion
of it and she whored me quite a lot.

Eventually, of course, Mary grew tired of me.  Actually, I think it was
more that her girlfriend didn't want me around and she wanted to move in.
For whatever reason, Mary tore up my contract and told me to get out and
not come back.  I called one of the fags that had paid for me a number of
times and he came and picked me up.  I left my comfortable existence as
Mary's cocksucker slave with the clothes on my back, $5 in my pocket and my
school stuff.

Within a week that $5 had grown to about $2,000 thanks to my not being
choosey about who I sucked off.  I got an apartment, furnished it by
continuing to suck cock for money and eventually got a real job where they
didn't know I was a fag.  I only saw Mary one time after that and it was a
passing encounter.  We made nice-nice in a store and she said she hoped I
was doing okay.

Not long afterward, I met Ellen.  She was a nice looking woman who had been
married once before to a guy who was into jerking off with a noose around
his neck.  He didn't time it right and she found him hanging there stark
naked.  It took her a while to get over that one.  I hadn't really
converted to straight but I needed some cover so I married her.  It was the
biggest mistake of my life!  As it turned out, she was an even bigger
looney than her first husband but at least she came by it honestly.  She
had grown up in the most dysfunctional family I had ever met.  They
absolutely thrived on chaos and she was the worst of the bunch.

Ellen and her family managed to fool me until after the vows were taken and
the papers all signed.  Once that was taken care of, she just reverted to
normal (for her) and her entire family did the same.  I knew with absolute
certainty that I'd made a serious misjudgment within three months of our
wedding but rather than bail out then, being essentially bull headed, I
decided to "make it work" – I offer NO excuses, it was shear stupidity
on my part.

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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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