Date: Wed, 23 Sep 2015 00:03:16 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 45

Pervert Phil (part 45)

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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We then proceeded to dinner which was quite delightful since the woman was
seated directly across the table from me and took great delight in
occasionally reaching beneath the table with her fork to prod my cock.  I
carefully kept my legs spread so that her view was unimpeded and her access
was total.  Mrs. Deacon informed me that during our `playtime' that
evening, her husband would not be inserting his cock into my mouth except
to ejaculate because their guest wanted to hear me screaming.  She told me
that she also expected that I would be puking once my testicles were torn
off.  As we finished dinner Mrs. Deacon asked me if I was ready to become
less male.  She always addressed me as Mary.  I said that I was and we
proceeded down to the dungeon.

Rather than being strapped into the torture chair as on previous occasions,
I was hung from the floor joists by my wrists and my legs were spread apart
with a sturdy spreader bar.  Being suspended in that fashion made me
realize that Mr. & Mrs. Deacon had intended that the basement be a dungeon
all along; the ceiling joists were over ten feet high and there were
several of them that were exceptionally sturdy.  I was hung from one of
those.

Once I was properly restrained the Deacon placed a step ladder affair next
to me and climbed up to the little platform.  He had removed all of his
clothing (as per usual) and he began to rub his erect cock on my face and
forehead.  I could not help but kiss it as it passed over my mouth.
Although I certainly would not have drawn my head away, he held it firmly
so that he could press his erection against my face all the harder.  It was
obvious that he wanted to have an orgasm before the torture began.  It did
not take long to achieve and he ordered me to open my mouth and ejaculated
his cum into my mouth.  Mrs. Deacon told me to show it to her on my tongue
before I swallowed it.  Her guest approved and my homosexuality was
confirmed for her.

While the Deacon was rubbing his cock on my face and ejaculating his cum
into my mouth his wife and her guest were negotiating over the severing of
my cock.  Apparently the price was well established; my cock was being sold
for $10,000.  However, Mrs. Deacon wanted the buyer to pay for the Surgical
Nurse required to sew me up afterwards.  This was another $2,000 for the
trained perverted Nurse.  Her guest was quite willing to pay the $10,000
for my obviously functional cock but was hesitant about paying for the
services of a Nurse; she insisted that she possessed all the skills
necessary to sew me up and prevent my bleeding to death.  Mrs. Deacon said
that she wasn't taking any chances about that and she would either use her
own Nurse or I would not have my cock removed.  Neither of them ever
addressed me directly and my obedience and submission was a given.  I was a
toy, nothing more.

Mrs. Deacon inserted a large crochet needle into my cock with the benefit
of some KY Jelly.  She forced it into my cock about 6 inches.  The pain was
exquisite!  She then placed a steel ring around my scrotum just above my
testicles.  The ring was very tight but not sharp-edged at all.  It had two
large rings on either side of it.  Given that my testicles were already
hanging about 8 inches below their normal position, the ring had to be
exceptionally tight.  She then took a specially designed harness and
clipped it to the `D' rings on either side of the massive ring around my
scrotum.  This harness was then attached to a length of manila rope which
lead downward from my testicles to a pulley on the floor, outward for a
distance of perhaps five feet and thence upward to a pulley attached to the
ceiling joist.  It terminated in a ring hanging free at the moment to which
weights could be easily attached.

Mrs. Deacon then addressed me directly, saying `Mary, you are about to be
castrated.  Do you wish this to happen?'  The Deacon stopped rubbing his
once-again erect cock on my face as I said `Yes, thank you!'  Mrs. Deacon
turned to her guest and said `you are about to hear some amazing
screaming!'

I barely felt the first ten pounds of weight; by the time the weight had
increased to forty pounds I was moaning and by the time it got to one
hundred pounds I was screaming my head off.  My testicles were now
stretched down to my knees and the Deacon once again inserted his cock into
my mouth and shot a huge load of cum which I simply swallowed.
Mrs. Deacon's guest stopped playing with her nipples and masturbating long
enough to applaud as the Deacon ejaculated in my mouth once again.
Mrs. Deacon whispered to me `Showtime Mary' as she hefted a twenty pound
weight into position and hung it on the rope's ring.  The additional weight
barely moved my testicles downward; Mrs. Deacon got another twenty pound
weight and hefted it into position.  That had a greater effect; my balls
were now down at the level of my calves but still were attached to me even
with one hundred forty pounds of weight hanging from them.

Why I had not passed out I have no idea but I was very wide awake as
Mrs. Deacon proceeded to hang another twenty pounds from the rope.  I now
had one hundred sixty pounds of weight hanging from my testicles.  I could
see my balls slowly lowering almost to my ankles; it felt almost as though
my entire insides were being torn out.  Mrs. Deacon prepared to hang yet
another twenty pound weight on the ring.

Remarkably, the addition of yet another twenty pounds did very little to
further stretch my testicles let alone tear them loose.  I could almost see
the light of eroticism go out in Mrs. Deacon's eyes; she had become
frustrated at the very least after suspending one hundred eighty pounds
from my balls.  She began to remove the weights from my testicles; I noted
with some satisfaction that my balls had not begun to creep back upward as
they had always done before.

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To be continued ...

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