Date: Wed, 19 Aug 2015 23:42:42 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 15

Pervert Phil (part 15)

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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Sherri told me that I would be whored to a guest that weekend, that the
guest wanted a very submissive fag, that I would spend most of the time in
his room upstairs and that he had requested that his room be equipped with
various toys designed to restrain and torment submissive fags.  She said
that she'd seen him do guys before and while I might be pretty sore on
Monday, that was about it.  She told me that he was a high-roller and that
my half of the weekend's price (after taking out the room rent, etc.) was
$500.  Wow!  I remembered giving a whole lot of blowjobs at $20 apiece back
when I'd been thrown out by Mary.

"That's a lot of bucks, Sherri; you sure he doesn't want to kill me?," I
asked.

"That, my dear, would cost a lot more!  A LOT more; I doubt he could afford
it." Sherri said.

  Sherri had just gone from being my friend to being my pimp.  I liked it.
Sherri told me to be at the lodge at 8 so she would have time to put me in
position for the gentleman renting the room and me.  The rest of the day
sort of dragged.  Finally, about 7:30 that evening I double checked
everything I could think of at the house because I knew I wouldn't be back
for a couple days and might not be all that functional even then.  I had a
pretty good idea that Sherri was whoring me to a true sadist.

I arrived at the lodge right at 8 to find Sherri and Mike waiting for me.
The place was empty and a big `private party' sign was on the front door.
Sherri just told me to strip in the bar because I shouldn't have anything
with me when he arrived; she wanted him to find me ready for use in his
room just like she'd promised him.  I very quickly got completely naked
which felt marvelous for me but it didn't seem to phase either Sherri or
Mike one little bit.  Sherri asked Mike if he wanted a blowjob to start off
the night and he said no, I was a good fag cocksucker but he didn't need
head at the moment.

Sherri had me bend down and put a very heavy steel collar around my neck,
padlocked it closed together with a length of logging chain about 6 feet
long and led me out of the bar and up the steps to the rooms.  She
definitely was no longer my friend; she had gone into `Madam' mode and I
was just meat for her customers.  She led me down a hall to the room at the
end, the biggest room in the place.  I could see that it was very special
the second she opened the door; it was a torture chamber complete with
every nasty toy I'd ever heard of hanging from the walls, a rack, an
X-cross and a fuck-bench.  In the corner was a rather comfortable bed but I
didn't think I'd be spending any time in that.

Sherri led me over to the fuck-bench and directed me to lay face down on
it.  Once I was properly positioned, she hooked the chain into a convenient
little hook on the front of the bench, proceeded to handcuff me behind my
back and clamped my ankles into position so that my legs and ass remained
spread wide.  Then she laid out a couple of `options' for her customer, a
couple of nasty-looking chain clamps that could be used on my testicles and
another separate short length of chain with rather nasty-looking clamps on
either end which could be used to hold me on the bench by clamping onto my
nipples with the chain passed underneath the bench.  She didn't put either
of these on me but left them where they were obviously intended to be found
by the man who had paid for me.

Finally, Sherri shoved a fairly good sized dildo into my ass, put a piss
pail under my cock on the shelf and then placed a blindfold mask over my
head; it covered my eyes so it was impossible to see anything and had a
chin strap with a lock so that I couldn't take it off accidentally.
`You'll be able to see again come Sunday night.  I hope you like the taste
of shit because I know he likes to get cleaned off after he fucks
somebody.'  With that, Sherri was gone and I was alone in the room to wait
for his pleasure.

I had never been left alone to wait to be used before; even when Mary put
me in a completely bound position for someone to use me, she had always
stayed right there.  This was something quite different and while it was
extremely erotic, it was also something that made me very very afraid.  I
knew that even if I were to scream my head off nobody would come to my
rescue.  The possibility of screaming my head off was very slight as I had
seen a cock-gag placed on the `accessories' shelf next to the nipple
clamps.  I assumed that he wouldn't use me without putting that in my mouth
first.  In short, I was about as completely vulnerable as a homosexual
submissive could be.  While I waited for him to arrive I kept running over
in my mind the various other toys I had seen in the room before Sherri put
the blindfold on me.  In all, it seemed that if he wanted to kill and
disassemble me, I would have no way to resist.

Finally, after becoming totally terrorized for several hours, he opened the
door to his room.  He had several guests with him and they just loved the
sight of the naked fag tied to the fuck bench.  I couldn't see any of them,
of course, but it sounded like he had three guys with him.  I heard
somebody, presumably him, undressing and then asking who wanted to cover
his cock with their ass juice.  Not exactly `romantic' but he found a taker
very quickly and the sound of someone stripping and being fucked in the ass
was unmistakable.

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To be continued ...

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