Date: Wed, 2 Sep 2015 09:44:26 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 29

Pervert Phil (part 29)

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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I answered the phone with a simple hello; the voice on the other end said
the `I expect only yes or no answers.  Anything else and I'll hang up.'  I
said that I understood.  She said `Is this Philip S----, the queer?'  I
said yes.  `Do you enjoy physical pain, Philip S----?'  I said yes.  `Are
you willing to perform homosexual acts including cocksucking in public
places on command, Philip S----?'  I said yes.  `Do you have any objection
to pictures being taken of you that show your face, Philip S----?'  I said
no.  She told me that I had answered her questions correctly and that I was
to meet her at a restaurant that was only about a mile away from my place
at nine o'clock.  She described the clothing I was to wear which primarily
focused on there being only one layer of cloth covering my genitals and I
could expect to be publicly exposed at that meeting.  She hung up the
phone.

I walked into the little restaurant precisely at nine; she was seated in a
small booth toward the rear and had two friends with her, both male.  I
approached her table and stood there without speaking.  Without saying one
word to me, she reached over and unzipped my pants and extracted my erect
penis and my testicles.  `This is Philip S---- the submissive faggot.'  The
man seated closest to me reached over and fondled my cock and my balls and
opined that it looked like I had a decent unit.  `Fag likes pain, huh?'  I
said nothing, she nodded `yes'.  He motioned for me to lay my cock and
balls on the table top and then struck them with a closed fist.  It hurt
but not nearly as much as I'd hoped.  `Looks like the fag is used to pain!
Looks like you're going to have to come up with some neat tricks, babe.'

I glanced toward the back to see the waiter and a cook standing in the door
to the kitchen smiling.  She glanced in the same direction and told me to
go back to the kitchen with them and she would be back later to `collect'
me.  I was to obey them absolutely and not to speak.  I walked over to the
two older men and was led back into the kitchen where they stripped me
completely naked and both of them raped me both anally and then orally.  I
was then very tightly bound with duct tape.  While it was not the first
time I'd been bound with duct tape it certainly was the first time that my
flaccid penis had been wrapped tightly with duct tape leaving only the head
exposed.  I was still leaking cum from my ass as they wrapped the duct tape
around my chest, making sure to press it onto my titties but leaving a
large loop loose behind me; I was hung on a hook like a piece of meat by
the loop.

After about a half hour of hanging there with my dick's head being smacked
every so often by the cook using the flat of a cleaver or a spoon or almost
anything that was handy, I heard a knock on the back door of the
restaurant.  The cook opened the door to be greeted by the woman.  I still
didn't know anybody's name.  The cook and the waiter placed me face down in
the back seat of the woman's car and covered me with a blanket.  She got in
and drove off.  I had no idea where we were going but sensation told me
that we were going in a fairly straight line and it seemed to take quite a
while to get wherever we finally stopped.  I heard her get out and open the
rear door of the car; she took a while to tug and pull and hoist me out of
that back seat and stand me up next to the car.

`Alright Faggot, this is the place.  I like coming all the way out here to
do fags.  Now listen real good, Pussy.'  I couldn't speak so listening was
all I could do.  It didn't take very long for me to get really scared.
`Here's the deal, cunt.  You have a choice to make because you are going to
end up in one of two places tonight; it's either do exactly what I want the
way I want it instantly and with no backtalk – that gets you a trip to
the hospital.  Any backtalk, any refusal, any hesitation of any kind and
you get a trip to the morgue!  And here's a little tip, Faggot; I have a
gun and I really enjoy killing pussies like you.  Any excuse is enough
reason as far as I'm concerned.'

Jesus!  I'd gotten myself in a lot more trouble than if I'd just stuck to
getting beat up by Mr. Nigger!

She unwrapped most of the duct tape including the tape around my head and
mouth.  She left the bindings on my wrists and the tape that tightly
wrapped my dick so that any erection I got was only in the head; the head
of my cock was swollen and purple and about twice the size it would be if I
had a hard-on.  As the tape came off my eyes the first thing I saw as a
very large semi-automatic 9 mm in her hand.  She immediately ordered me to
open my mouth and she stuck it in my face and said `I wasn't kidding about
the gun, Faggot.'  I didn't dare move.  I liked pain, I craved degradation,
I loved being obedient; I wasn't quite ready to get killed.

She then stepped back and looked me over from top to bottom and said `Just
remember, pussy, you can scream all you want because nobody is going to
hear you but me and I like screaming.  BUT the second you beg me to stop
doing something is the second you die.  And I really would enjoy killing
you – you wouldn't be the first fag I ever snuffed.'

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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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