Date: Mon, 21 Sep 2015 08:02:02 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 42

Pervert Phil (part 42)

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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Yes, there have been a few Sundays where we didn't get together but they
are very few and far between.  Usually they have been occasioned by one or
the other of us being out of town and I do try to tell him well in advance.
He also lets me know at least the previous week that I won't be submitting
to him on the following Sunday and why.  Otherwise, 6:30 to 7:30 on every
Sunday, he owns me.  And he knows it.

Over the course of six years I became progressively more submissive to
almost anything he wanted to do and he became progressively more demanding
of perversions which would have been truly disgusting to a non-perv fag.
Never, in all that time, has he serviced me in any way which is how I want
it; I am a submissive and to be gotten off by a user is simply far more
dominant than I wish to be.  He has, on occasion, demanded that I
masturbate before I submit to him but that is only so that he can be sure I
am not sexually aroused while I serve him.  I have to admit that swallowing
my own semen before I suck my user off is highly erotic for me.

Only about a year ago, I learned that the Deacon's wife both knew about me
and encouraged her husband to use me.  I think this was occasioned by their
parting of ways with another fag whom Mrs. Deacon had been using; I was to
become their new boy.  The Deacon informed me as he was leaving after
fucking me silly, that I was expected to be at his home for dinner on the
following Thursday evening at 7 and that his wife knew all about me.

That evening I knocked on their door precisely at 7 p.m.  When the door
opened I was greeted by his wife who simply told me to come in and
addressed me by my name.  Once the door closed she told me that I was never
ever to be in her house wearing clothing and that I could come into the
living room just as soon as I was naked and my clothing was folded neatly
and placed in the closet by the front door.  It didn't take very long for
me to get to the living room.

She directed me to stand in the center of the room and turn completely
around so that she could `inspect' me.  I had an enormous erection which
she ordered me to `get rid of'; I was unable to make it go down so she took
a belt and, using it as a whip, hit my penis very hard.  I quickly lost the
erection.

The Deacon sat very quietly as his wife `inspected' me, occasionally
inserting various comments about the suitability of my anatomy for various
activities that his wife might enjoy.  Some of those activities sounded
excruciatingly painful and most of them seemed to be focused on my
genitals.  She became increasingly aroused judging by the hardening of her
nipples which pressed against her blouse; the fashion of ladies states of
arousal is not terribly familiar to me.

After a brief time a fully-clothed young man came into the room, barely
glanced at me standing there naked, and announced that dinner was served.
I have never seen him since that time but I assume that he is a property
slave of theirs.  Regardless, we all went into the dining room and seated
ourselves for dinner.  The young man disappeared; he was not to be part of
that evening's festivities.  I was seated on the long side of the table,
stark naked, facing the wall and squarely between Mr. and Mrs. Deacon.  The
quizzing continued between bites of dinner and she quickly learned that I
enjoyed having my genitals abused.  By the end of dinner I had almost
begged her to destroy my reproductive capability.  She had agreed that it
would be best.

The first time I was taken down to their basement `dungeon' was a real
treat.  They have one of the best equipped dungeons I have ever seen.  The
entire basement is given over to it and they have practically every device
known for the restraint and torment of males by males or by females.
Hanging from the walls are some of the more vicious devices known for use
in the torture of men; in particular, they have an excellent collection of
devices used in the torment or torture of male genitalia.  Being naked, my
erection was more than obvious and I received a rather complete tour and
explanation of the various uses to which the devices could be put.  When
she finished showing me all the toys she simply asked me where I would like
to begin and advised me that she wanted to try out everything on me.  Given
that `everything' included a rack and some rather vicious ball winches
which, if used as intended, could pull the testicles off a bull, I said I
would like to begin with insertions.

Insertions, for the uninitiated, means devices intended for insertion into
the penis.  Most of them are quite painful; some are excruciatingly
painful.  She had them all.  I was taken to a seat which was padded and had
convenient tie-down `D' rings all over it attached to the steel frame.  She
commenced to tie me into a position where I would be unable to resist
whatever she intended to do to me.  The Deacon had removed all of his
clothing and he proceeded to place a small step stool next to the chair
where I was being restrained.  Once my legs were restrained they were
spread wide so that she had full access to my genitals.  Before inserting
anything into my penis she first fastened a leather strap around my scrotum
and put weights on it.  She told me it was fifteen pounds.  It hurt good!

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To be continued ...

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(oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

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