Date: Thu, 24 Sep 2015 08:21:24 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 46

Pervert Phil (part 46)

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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Mrs. Deacon said she was considering just using her little axe and would
that be something I would like?  I assured her that any means at all to
remove my balls was good and she said she wasn't quite ready to just slice
them off but she definitely would the next time.  No amount of begging
could change her mind; I had to wait for another week to lose my nuts.

Once I was released from the torture chair we all went back upstairs.  Each
of us was disappointed that the weights had not done their job but it was a
source of great amusement to all (including me) to see me standing there
naked with my balls hanging nearly down to my ankles.  She kissed me and
kicked me in the balls, which was the first time she had hurt me in any way
outside the dungeon.  The pain was exquisite and I asked the Deacon if he
would like to take a shot at them.  He deferred to his wife who kicked them
again, this time using enough force to launch a football through some
goalposts about 40 yards away!  I came very close to passing out.

Eventually the Deacon helped me to get dressed which included feeding my
balls down my pant leg and then fondling them and squeezing them against my
ankle which hurt delightfully.  Mrs. Deacon warned me against chewing my
own balls off (which I had been considering) and told me that she had the
perfect knife for it which she intended to use the next time we got
together.  I told her that I hoped it would be soon.

I managed somehow to drive myself home being very careful to only use my
right foot to work the gas and brake; my balls were becoming chafed by my
pants leg and sock which I rather liked but it would have been very clumsy
to try to use that foot to drive with.  Once I managed to get home and
inside the house I very quickly got naked and stayed that way for the next
two days while the swelling in my balls went down somewhat.  Once they had
returned to almost-normal size I did suck my own balls quite a lot and was
very tempted to simply chew them off.  I did take a number of photographs
of me sucking my own balls which I sent out to a number of people and
posted on the web in a couple of fag sites.  I was very pleased with the
number of responses that I got.

One thing that was quite remarkable was that my balls had only retracted
about an inch or so.  Apparently we had managed to stretch them past the
point where they could retract upwards toward their normal position.  I
called Mrs. Deacon to advise her of that and she told me that it wasn't a
big problem; that she had been paid by the woman for my cock and that the
next time would be quite entertaining.  She did tell me that the woman had
requested that my cock be obviously heavily abused when she put it in the
jar and I told her that I would do my very best to help.  Mrs. Deacon asked
me if I would mind pushing some needles through my cock and letting the
insertions become infected and leaving the needles inserted.  I told her I
was inserting the needles into the head of my cock as we spoke and that I
would put some in the shaft as well.  She told me that she approved and
that I probably should use the crochet needle often so that my cock was as
swollen and distended as possible.  I agreed and inserted it into my cock
while we were still talking on the phone.

It was a very erotic if long week.

*******

I just took a ride on my new used motorcycle with my cock exposed.
Granted, it was only within the confines of the storage yard but it felt SO
good to have my cock peeking out of my pants.  I did ride up to the office
to see my friends there and I pushed my cock back into my pants but I
didn't button them up.  Melissa came out to see me sitting on the bike and
if she did glance at my crotch at all she had to have seen my dick.  Once
on the way back to my storage space I again pulled my dick out so that it
was fully exposed and I left it that way until the bike was put away and I
was back in my car.

I have yet to decide what to put on my motorcycle to identify me as a fag
but I will put something on it.

*******

I am not sure at what point I began to enjoy being naked in public but it
probably comes from my early years lying fully exposed and masturbating by
those railroad tracks.  However, lately I have come to enjoy taking naked
strolls around the apartment property in the wee hours of the morning.  I
generally do it completely naked although I sometimes do wear panties
(hooked down to expose my genitals, of course).  Tonight I took an extended
stroll completely naked except that I had the panties on and a cockring.  I
made sure there would be no mistake about my homosexuality; I wrote FAG on
my chest in Marks-A-Lot which will probably take several showers to get rid
of.

I must admit that walking outdoors naked around the apartment complex is
quite erotic and very enjoyable.  Tonight I went out to get my mail stark
naked except for my sandals.  There were two apartments that had lights on
in the living rooms (one also had a TV set on) from which I could easily be
seen.  I do not hurry; I prefer to walk slowly so that I maximize my
exposure and usually fondle my cock while I stroll.

I didn't see anyone at all even though I was hoping that somebody would
spot me from the living rooms looking out over the parking area.  One can
always hope.  I strolled slowly and finally reached the mailboxes which are
quite well lighted so that my nudity can easily be seen.  Once I had
retrieved my mail I carried it slowly back to the apartment building being
sure to display both my genitals and the FAG written on me to all possible
viewers.

Last year I frequently took my trash out completely naked and drove it down
to the trash compactor where I was raped several times by some kids who
like to use the hill behind the compactor as their late-night dope smoking
place.  I plan to continue doing that this year.

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To be continued ...

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.  烹ill
(oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

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