Date: Tue, 22 Sep 2015 20:37:15 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 44

Pervert Phil (part 44)

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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Apparently, Mrs. Deacon truly enjoys inserting things into a man's cock; my
second time there saw the use of a `penile speculum' which is a device
which is inserted into the cock and then opened much like using a pair of
pliers.  The speculum spreads the urethra open quite wide!  She inserted a
golf ball into my cock far enough so that the opening of my urethra closed
around it!  Once she knew that I was in incredible pain she had her husband
insert his cock into my mouth to keep me quiet and then began to hang
weights from my testicles.  Eventually, the pain from my testicles overrode
the pain in my cock; she had 100 pounds of weight hanging from my balls and
I was absolutely certain that they would be torn off at any second.

I was wrong.  Granted, my testicles were hanging at the level of my knees
but they did not tear away.  I confess that I was more than a little
disappointed.  I did not pass out although I did feel a bit woozy.  The
Deacon likes fags to be in pain while he fucks them in the mouth which he
did with considerable vigor until he shot a huge load of cum into my
throat.

Mrs. Deacon asked her husband to keep his cock in my mouth while she played
just a bit more.  She then proceeded to stick a barb-less fishhook thru
each of my nipples and a much larger fish hook through the head of my cock!
I was bleeding like a stuck pig!  She left those in while she removed the
weights from my testicles.  Unlike the previous time, my balls did not
immediately begin to retract toward my body.  They remained at the level of
my knees.  Then she very carefully avoided the fishhook in my cock and
squeezed the golf ball out quite quickly which almost did make me pass out.
The pain was exquisite!  The Deacon had another orgasm in my mouth and then
she signaled that he could withdraw it.  I was handcuffed immediately upon
being released from the bindings that held me in position in the torture
chair.  A leash was connected to the collar around my neck and I was lead
upstairs.

Mrs. Deacon supervised my getting dressed and instructed me to be very
careful when removing the fishhooks.  I was to wear them home.  My
testicles were still hanging at the level of my knees and she bent and
fondled and squeezed them before sending me on my way.  I was sent out to
my car which was parked in front of their house with my cock and testicles
hanging outside my pants.  I quickly discovered that it was virtually
impossible to walk without kicking myself in my balls.  It felt good!

I left my genitals completely exposed even when I went back into my
apartment building.  I don't think anyone saw me; that was somewhat
disappointing.  Once back home, I very carefully removed the fishhooks from
my nipples and, after a bit, from my cock as well.  I discovered that it
was possible to place my testicles on the desk even while I was seated.  I
briefly considered cutting them off myself but decided I would much rather
Mrs. Deacon took care of that.  Before bed I did crush them in a large book
into which I laid my balls and then slammed the book shut several times.  I
must have done a good job of that because I nearly threw up from the pain.

I sent Mrs. Deacon an e-mail inviting her to review my revised profile and
I signed it Mary and attached a picture of me sucking cock which I did not
think she had seen before.  Sleeping is more than a little difficult when
your testicles are stretched down to your knees.  Not only were they
stretched, they had begun to swell up a bit from the torture.  I enjoyed
the pain.

The very next Sunday the Deacon showed up at my place exactly on time and
used me quite hard both fucking my mouth and my ass.  As he was preparing
to leave he said that I knew what his wife was planning for the next time
we all got together and said if I didn't want that to happen I should
simply not show up.  That was my signal that Mrs. Deacon was going to keep
going until my testicles were pulled off or totally destroyed one way or
another at our next encounter.  I said that I was well aware of that.
Frankly, I couldn't wait until I was no longer burdened with them.  He told
me that I was invited to dinner at their house that Wednesday evening at
the usual time.

I arrived promptly at 7 p.m. and was admitted to the house and immediately
removed all of my clothing, folded it and placed in the closet.
Mrs. Deacon and another woman had watched while I stripped naked and then
put on the collar and leash which were always waiting for me.  I handed the
leash to Mrs. Deacon.  The other woman asked if Mrs. Deacon were going to
handcuff me and she said not until after dinner but that she could carry
out any inspection she cared to make immediately.  She said `Mary, this
woman is interested in buying your cock' as the other woman began to fondle
it as well as my still distended testicles which after a week of recovery
still hung down about 8 inches below there normal position.  The woman, to
whom I had not been introduced, began to insert her middle finger into my
cock without benefit of any lubricant.  It was exceptionally painful and it
made me become quite hard but her finger finally lodged fully into my cock.
The two of them led me into the living room where they chatted about my
submissiveness and enjoyment of the pain which Mrs. Deacon had applied to
me.  Mrs. Deacon told her friend that she hoped that her friend would enjoy
watching later as my testicles were torn off.  I was a toy; nothing more.

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To be continued ...

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