Date: Wed, 26 Aug 2015 01:41:40 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 21

Pervert Phil (part 21)

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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Over the next few years Ellen came to know my body very well as she tried
out one form of torment after another.  One thing I discovered that she
truly enjoyed was inserting objects into my penis.  It eventually came to
be almost routine that she would put some KY jelly on her thumb and insert
it the full length of her thumb into my cock and then masturbate me with
the other hand causing me to back-flush.  Granted, I no longer produced
semen in the quantity I had before the testicle stretching began but
whether it was semen or just fluid from my prostate made little difference;
back-flushing always hurt good!  She began calling me her "semi-castroti"
fag friend.

I found the idea of castration to be extremely erotic and, in view of the
fact that my testicles were no longer truly functional, I didn't think
having them severed would affect my sexual life at all.  If anything, I was
even more horny after having my balls stretched than I had been before.
Even after a year had passed, my testicles were still hanging about an inch
lower than `normal'.  I am willing to bet that I begged Ellen to actually
cut my balls off at least a half-dozen times.  I know she could have easily
sold them to one of several of her acquaintances or had them freeze dried
and made into earrings.  She always demurred saying that she had a lot more
to learn about surgical techniques before she would do that.  Somehow, I
had more regard for a chopping block and a cleaver than she did.

My relationship with Ellen, in the meantime, had reached new lows; we
barely tolerated each other's presence and if I was home, she was not and
if she was home then I was either sucking cock at the bookstore (or in some
alley) or having incredibly painful things done to my genitals by Ellen.
It was, in short, an ideal marriage from my perspective.  We no longer did
anything together except for paying bills which got very interesting at
times since she was having abortions about every 8 months or so.  Ellen did
not like to have her friends use condoms and it frequently resulted in her
conceiving.  At least she didn't want to keep the kid!

It eventually grew quite tiresome and, since Ellen had refused to believe
that I was a homosexual, I decided that it was time to have her `catch me'
in the act.  I knew a fellow who was, like me, a flaming faggot and who
didn't care who knew it.  I didn't care much either but, it seemed, Ellen
took more than a little convincing.  One evening she returned home early
(which I knew she would) and, true to her sneaky nature, came in quite
silently and did a walk-thru as she always did.  Right there, in the middle
of her bed was her husband (me) with a mouthful of very erect penis.  Owing
to the layout of the bedroom, I could see her standing there in the doorway
pretending to be shocked.  I could also see that she was very nearly
cumming in her panties!  Because of his position, my dear friend whose
penis was filling my mouth never even saw her.

He blew a HUGE load into my mouth which I dutifully showed him on my
tongue.  Then I looked straight at Ellen and again opened my mouth before I
swallowed it.  I winked at her while I was swallowing.  My friend, the
donor of the semen I had just swallowed, never saw her and she disappeared
after watching me swallow his cum.  My friend and I kissed a little at the
door; he had dressed, I was still quite naked so there was some fondling
going on as well.  As the door closed behind him, I turned to see Ellen
standing there watching me, hands on hips and looking like an outraged
goddess of some sort.

She didn't say one word!  Just started swinging and yelling at the top of
her lungs that I was a filthy cocksucker and she didn't want me anywhere
near her house ever again!  It was almost like a victory celebration for me
(except it hurt a lot more.)  After she finished beating me up she told me
to "get your shit and get OUT!"

I was more than happy to do just that although having to carry my stuff out
to my car stark naked was certainly a treat I hadn't counted on.  Once in
the car I threw on some clothes and headed off to my office where I could
get some sleep on the couch.

I called Sherri to let her know that I wouldn't be answering the phone at
the house anymore; she told me she'd just then hung up the phone having
talked to Ellen.  She knew all about what Ellen had discovered me doing and
she congratulated me on being free of her at last.  I told her what I had
planned in terms of living arrangements; getting an apartment somewhere
close by the office, etc.  She said that sounded better for me although she
hoped I would continue stopping at her place for "therapy" as she called
it.  I assured her that I most certainly would and, in fact, I rather
needed some therapy that night if she wasn't too tired.

Once I got to Sherri's place and got suitably naked, she very carefully
inspected me and found quite a number of bruises that Ellen had inflicted
on me.

"Looks like she had fun!" was all Sherri said before she tied me to her
X-beam.  No weights hanging from my balls, no penis clamps, no nipple
clamps; Sherri slid a tape into the machine and we watched as she played
that original stretching of my balls and feeding me my own semen!  It
lasted almost two hours and Sherri masturbated me nearly continuously
during that time, feeding me my cum whenever I had an orgasm.

"I've made a duplicate of that tape, darling.  I want you to mail it to
Ellen.  I want you to mail it tonight." Said Sherri

I watched as Sherri put the duplicate tape into a mailing container and put
postage on it and addressed it to Ellen.  "The mailbox is right out on the
corner and it's late so I don't think you need to get dressed, dear."

I walked naked to the mailbox on the corner and put the tape inside which
gave me a huge erection knowing that Ellen could watch me being tortured
which would undoubtedly please her (and provide her with yet more
ammunition for the forthcoming divorce proceedings.)  Obviously she either
already knew about what Sherri and I were doing or Sherri just didn't care
if she knew.

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To be continued ...

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