Date: Sat, 22 Aug 2015 16:20:55 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 17

Pervert Phil (part 17)

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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He woke up shortly thereafter and, after having a rather languorous stretch
during which I got the impression that he was rather large from the sound
of his deep voice, he proceeded to unfasten the chains that held my wrists
and ankles, reinserted the cock gag in my mouth and instructed me to stand
so I could be led down to breakfast.  The chain holding my neck was the
last thing to be unfastened and he used that as a leash.  I gingerly
stepped along behind him as he led me naked down the hallway.  It was
difficult to say the least; I was very stiff from being tied in position
all night and I still had a dildo stuffed in my ass and weights hanging
from my balls.  When we reached the stairs he was almost solicitous in
telling me where they began.  He even told me how many steps remained to
reach the bottom.  However, there was one more step than he told me and I
went ass-over-teakettle onto my face to his great amusement!

As I was struggling to stand back up – which wasn't easy considering the
various things that were in or on my naked body at the time – I heard
Sherri join him and they both laughed at my difficulties.  He was still
holding the chain that lead from the collar around my neck.  Sherri asked
him how much weight he'd hung on my balls and he said `fifteen but that's
going way up after breakfast.'  Sherri told him that she had more weights
if he needed them.  My balls were already numb; I couldn't feel the weights
hanging from them nor could I feel anything in my nut sack at all!  He led
me through the bar area which was deserted and into the restaurant where
his friends already had started to eat.  I heard him sit down and I also
heard a large something being put on the floor in front of me.  It was a
huge bowl of very-nearly dry oatmeal; I was ordered to my knees and told to
bend forward and eat it.

I would have appreciated being able to rinse out my mouth and brush my
teeth before eating `breakfast' – I could still taste the early morning
urine he'd had me drink and there were unpleasant reminders of the shit
that I'd cleaned off his dick after he'd fucked each of his guests and me –
but the oatmeal tasted good in spite of that.  I was also keenly aware that
I was stark naked in the restaurant in front of all the guests and staff.
I was eating like a dog which was only fitting; I was little better than a
dog both in their eyes and in mine.  I heard Sherri ask him if I needed
water and he said I'd had a drink early that morning but that it probably
wasn't a bad idea.  Still on my knees, I heard the oatmeal bowl being
removed and another bowl being set in its place.  I bent forward to begin
drinking when I realized that the bowl contained more piss.  I drank from
it anyway which received approving comments from the guests.

Following breakfast I was taken back up to the room.  At the top of the
stairs I once again provided him entertainment by falling on my face
thinking there were more steps to climb than there were.  Once in the room
he said that if I needed to go to the bathroom this was the time for it.  I
had to go so bad I thought crap would shoot out of my ass any second so I
was led into the bathroom and guided onto the toilet where I think it took
a half hour to take a dump.  I had to flush with my chin and no ass wiping
for me.  He pulled me out of there by the chain and I was guided to a
standing position and told to sit down on the dildo attached to a small
shelf which projected from a vertical post.  I'd seen it when I first went
into the room with Sherri before she tied me down to the fuck bench.  Very
quickly I felt my wrists being unlocked from the handcuffs I'd worn to
breakfast and being re-locked into wrist cuffs hanging from the top of that
post.  My legs, while not exactly in a standing position, weren't in a
seated position either; it was very uncomfortable.  He stood back to admire
his handiwork before caressing both my cock and balls which still had
fifteen pounds of weight hanging from them.

He put an additional ten pounds of weights on the steel rod that was
hanging from the `parachute' around my scrotum; twenty five pounds was at
least five pounds more than I had ever had hung from my nuts before and
then only for perhaps a half hour.  I'd had fifteen pounds hanging from my
balls all night and he'd just put ten more pounds on!  My balls went from
being almost numb to a screaming source of pain almost instantly.  He liked
hearing me beg and cry but quickly put the cock gag back in my mouth and
fastened it.  Once again, I felt his hand caressing my cock and my balls.

He said, "I'm thinking about having a contest this afternoon with my
friends.  You better hope that I win because otherwise the winner will want
to take your balls home with him.  I would never do that to you but all of
those bastards would."

With the thought that my balls had just become the prize in some game to
keep me company, he left the room and went to play with his other fag
friends.

What I didn't know was that Sherri had anticipated that he might want to
castrate me and so she had told him that he could do it for an additional
thousand dollars.  He didn't go for the deal so my balls were reasonably
safe apart from the damage that he intended to inflict on them with
weights, kicking, crushing and other fun things.

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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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