Date: Mon, 24 Aug 2015 23:34:33 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 20

Pervert Phil (part 20)

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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Apart from a video camera mounted on the ceiling, the entire ceiling was
covered in mirror tiles; I could easily see what Ellen was doing to me.

"I've never succeeding in pulling a fag's testicles off with this but maybe
I'll get lucky tonight," was all she said as she hoisted a fairly
heavy-looking chain up so she could fasten the ring at the end around my
scrotum!

She had never before touched my genitals and it felt quite wonderful even
as she hurt me.  Just the weight of that chain hanging off the end of the
rack was enough to be extremely uncomfortable!  She bent down but I could
see in the mirror that she was fastening the end of the chain to a drum
affair that was out of my non-mirror sight.  She took up what little slack
there was in the chain and then cranked the drum a couple of notches so
that I had the equivalent of forty pounds of weight on my balls.  I was
crying but urged her to have fun!

She ramped it up another ten pounds which didn't hurt all that much more.

"Are you hoping that maybe you will pull my balls off, Ellen?" I asked.

She said she had fantasies about it once in a while.  I told her if she
wanted to castrate me I had no objection but it would be much easier to do
with a knife.  With that she again added another ten pounds of tension; my
balls were being pulled away from my body by a force of sixty pounds.  How
I felt anything other than that exquisite pain is beyond me but Ellen quite
gently grasped my erect cock and began to stroke me.  Perhaps it was the
intense pain in my balls combined with the eroticism of being expertly
masturbated by a woman whom I had never until the previous evening
considered to be a sexual being in any way and who now knew I was a
submissive homosexual; for whatever the reason, I took only a few strokes
to achieve an orgasm.  She directed my cum into a cup which she then forced
me to drink it all.

Almost the second I finished drinking my own cum from the cup held by
Ellen, I felt first one testicle and then the other slipping through the
ring which locked my testicles to the chain.  It was excruciatingly painful
as the full weight of the stretching was transferred to only one of my
balls followed by the release of all weight.  I was screaming and crying
from the pain.

Rather than release me from the rack, Ellen smiled broadly and examined my
testicles with her hand, squeezing first one, then the other with her
thumb.  She bent down and retrieved a new and even tighter clamping ring
and proceeded to fit it around my scrotum and fasten it.  She reattached
the chain and again I could feel the stretching as she brought the tension
back to the by-now sixty pounds of weight pulling my balls away from my
body.  She smiled as she added an additional twenty pounds of tension.  My
testicles had never before sustained this much weight.  In the ceiling
mirror I could see that they actually were being stretched downward and
that she was keeping the pressure on them steady by turning the drum to
keep up with their `downward' progress.

That night Ellen masturbated me twice more into the little china cup and
fed my cum to me each time only to return to stretch my testicles even
further.  The third time she expertly stroked my penis to orgasm the cum
was mixed with a little blood which she found delightful.  By that time, my
testicles were supporting one hundred pounds of weight and my days of being
able to reproduce were forever over.

Ellen took the pressure off my balls following the third orgasm and my
drinking of the blood-streaked cum.  She removed the chain and collar from
my testicles but they were actually stretched downward by a good four
inches and showed no sign of returning to their normal position.  `Don't
worry darling – they'll eventually come back up almost to where they
were' she said.  She leaned over me and kissed me on the mouth, forcing her
tongue into my mouth and licking around inside to see if there were any
remaining traces of semen.  She knew I didn't like it but that was part of
her joy.

Ellen then released me from the rack and told me to stand up so she could
see just how far my balls actually had stretched.  It looked to me,
standing there stark naked in front of my fully-clothed lady-friend and now
torturer, as though my testicles were hanging close to my knees.  They
weren't, of course, but they certainly were considerably lower than they'd
been before I got on that rack of hers.  She laughed as she reached down
and fondled my balls which was exceptionally painful.  She didn't even have
to squeeze them to produce pain.

`Let's go have some tea Dear.  You look as though you could use it.'  I
gingerly walked over to the pile of clothing on the little stand when she
said `No darling, I don't want you to ever wear clothing here again.  After
all, you are a filthy homosexual and I am liable to want to amuse myself at
any time.'  I simply nodded and followed Ellen into her living room.  Our
relationship was forever altered and I liked the new one much better.  She
let me have a cup of tea but I had to drink it on my knees in front of her
`on the off-chance that I might want to step on your balls.'  That
certainly wouldn't have been much challenge that night since they rested
squarely on the floor!  She didn't but the anticipation was marvelous!

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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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