Date: Sat, 26 Sep 2015 17:41:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 48

Pervert Phil (part 48)

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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She then went back to the system and pointed the microphone at me so that I
could be heard.  She told me that we now had a full twenty viewers and that
I was completely exposed.  She was apparently very pleased that my face
showed quite well and that my spread legs displayed my genitals perfectly.
Once again, she told everyone who I was and where I lived, etc. and invited
them to watch while she played.  When she came back around to me she
slipped a plate under me and told me it would keep the carpet cleaner that
way.  I had the feeling that this was going to be some serious torture;
serious enough to make me shit myself.

Almost as an afterthought, I had brought out two rather nasty nipple clamps
and it was these that she began with.  These are `puller' clamps that have
a ring that sets on the chest around the nipple and a grasping device which
is clamped to the nipple and pulls it outward by as much as a couple of
inches if that is what the torturer desires.  By the time she had me fully
`clamped' I was begging and crying and in some excruciating pain.  I also
had an extreme erection which she stroked and said the nipple pain was
nothing compared to what she planned for my cock.

She then fitted a `ball crusher' onto my balls and began to screw it down.
The particular crusher that I have does not allow my balls to pop out of
position – they were there to be crushed and she took full advantage of
that.  I had used it before and others had used it on me a few times but
nobody had ever screwed it down that far.  I knew my days of fathering
children were over.  As much as I was enjoying the pain of my distended
nipples and crushed balls, I think I would easily have broken any fine
crystal in the place with my crying pitch at well over high `C'.

She then turned her attention to the various insertion toys I have.
Basically, I have three – a chopstick which is only about 1/3 of an inch
at the widest but a full ten inches in length.  She put a little KY on it
and stuck it into my cock almost the full length.  She said that ought to
loosen me up and withdrew it rather rapidly which was excruciating in
itself but hardly noticeable in the banquet of pain I felt in my balls and
my nipples.  She then picked up the crochet needle which is a full half
inch in diameter for almost its entire length.  It is tapered to a blunt
point but quickly flares out to the full ½ inch for almost its entire
length.  She put a little KY on it and began to shove it into my cock.
Very quickly it was fully inserted to the end which meant it was in me the
entire 10 inches.  The pain was exquisite!!  My cock now hurt every bit as
much as my balls or my nipples!

Given that the cock will try to expel anything inserted into it, she took a
short piece of duct tape and put it on my cock so that the crochet needle
couldn't be expelled from my dick.  I was as hard as I could get but since
my dick is only about 7" long at it's hardest, that meant that she had 3"
of needle inside me which effectively meant into my vas deferens.  She
stood and looked me over with a rather discerning eye for detail; it was
obvious that I was in considerable pain and that I liked it!  She very
slowly removed her skirt to reveal that she was wearing a garter belt and
stockings but no panties.  She very slowly moved to put herself between me
and the camera, facing the camera which showed her pussy to everyone and
backing into me while spreading her ass cheeks.  She told her audience that
her sub fag was going to eat her ass out while she got off.  As she said
that I felt her ass cheeks surround my face and my mouth pressed firmly
against her asshole.  `Get your tongue up into my asshole as far as you can
get it, faggot' was all she said.

Frankly, an asshole is an asshole, no matter whether it's a woman's asshole
or a man's.  They smell terrible and taste worse!  And plunging my tongue
into her asshole was what I wanted to do more than anything in the world!
It was a perfect fit between the taste of her asshole and the pain in my
nipples, balls and cock.  My tongue very eagerly licked the inside of her
anus, guiding every little scrap of her excrement that remained in her into
my mouth.  It was the act of a totally submissive, completely captured and
dominated submissive faggot.  I reveled in it!  I eagerly consumed her
filth, swallowed it and trued to find even more to eat.  When she finally
came, she was fingering herself with great abandon; she also had opened up
her shirt and was squeezing each breast in turn quite viciously as well as
showing off herself to her friends.  I could not see that of course; my
view was fairly well restricted to her backside which she kept firmly
pressed against my mouth.

When she finally did manage to get off, she promptly stood up which pulled
my tongue out of her asshole and turned to face me with her blouse wide
open.  Her pussy was glistening with her own cum but thankfully she did not
make me lick it.  "It's nice to know you are a shit eater too, fag" was all
she said.  She glanced at the plate setting beneath me and noted that I
hadn't yet had enough pain.  Her goal was to make me crap myself; I shared
her goal.

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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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