Date: Tue, 29 Sep 2015 03:07:39 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 50

Pervert Phil (part 50)

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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I have to admit that I was a little disappointed that nobody pissed on me
to wash the cum off my face but that was minor.  Once it was obvious that
nobody wanted to pee, the host came over and untied me.  I walked around
and thanked every guy who had shot cum on me.  We were all still very naked
which made it very nice!

I was getting into my car naked – I didn't intend to drive home
completely naked but I didn't want to drive away from the farm wearing
anything except the cum I was covered in.  The host came up to me and asked
if I had seen inside the barn which he already knew I had.  Once I
confirmed that he asked if I'd like to be used in there which I told him I
hoped for very much!  The barn was actually a huge dungeon – it had
almost every toy known for tor(ment)(ture) of either men or women.  The
host reached thru the open window to fondle my cock and said he'd see if he
couldn't set something up.  He then asked me what my limits were.

Now, he hadn't asked me that about the bukkake (which is pretty lightweight
from the perspective of S&M).  I had seen inside that barn and noted just
about every kind of toy in there.  He even had an impaler stand that could
only be used if the subject fag was to die.  I looked him square in the eye
and told him I hadn't seen anything in the barn that could exceed my
limits.

Once again his hand returned to my cock and he managed to make me quite
erect.  He then moved on to my balls and squeezed them quite sharply before
saying `Ever thought about getting chopped?'

Talk about a hard-on!  Jesus – I hadn't thought about much else in a
very long time.  I had come to hate my cock and the only thing my balls
were for was torture.  I jacked off almost every night thinking about
getting my cock and balls cut off and it didn't matter much who did it.  I
asked him if I'd be able to take my genitals home in a jar with some
formaldehyde in it.  He replied that if I wanted to go home that I could
take them with me.  Clearly he was into snuff which is fag-ese for killing
willing homosexuals eager to die in front of an audience.  He continued to
fondle my cock as I said `I don't have to go home.'  I leaned my head back
and he bent over and kissed me before saying `I bet you'd dance real nice
on my spike.'  He continued to fondle me while he was busily crushing my
cock and bending it almost double.

I said I thought the impaler would be much too slow and would he mind
having me suck off a shotgun?  He said that would be fine with him; while
he'd prefer to use the impaler he didn't have to and the shotgun was a good
way too!  `Kinda messy but that's a good thing' was all he said.

I said he could do that right now if he wanted to and he told me that this
was the wrong crowd and way too big.  It would take a while to set it up
but he would be in touch.  I thanked him and he kissed me again, this time
with a lot of tongue.  He continued to stroke my cock and I nearly shot cum
all over both of us.  He sent me on my way with the caveat that I better be
serious because once it starts there is only one way it ends.  I yelled out
my window as I was pulling out that it was something I'd wanted for a very
long time.

The ride home was a bit anti-climactic but I did jack off almost the entire
way and shot cum into my hand and then ate it.  I didn't pull my pants up
until I was in my parking space with the engine off and wouldn't have then
except that it was still full daylight out.  I hadn't realized how badly I
really smelled until I got inside and was walking down the hallway to my
apartment.  As soon as I got inside I stripped and headed for the shower.
As I washed all the cum off me I was thinking about that impaler of his and
it was starting to look pretty good to me.  It wouldn't actually kill me
until it hit my heart and the idea of watching all those people enjoying
watching me die was pretty erotic.  Especially if I was bleeding a lot from
the place where my cock and balls used to be!  It would be a race between
passing out from the blood loss and having the spike hit my heart.  Either
way was fine with me.

I got on the phone as soon as I got out of the shower and called him.
There was no answer but I left a message saying the spike would be okay
too.  Perhaps a bit on the cryptic side but he would know exactly what I
meant.  My guess is that he already knew that I would be more than happy to
be impaled as long as I didn't have a cock or balls anymore.

I suppose I should explain `snuff' to those readers who are not as well
versed in it as they might be.  I hope the reader will understand that this
is not an attempt to recruit people into being killed either under erotic
or not conditions nor is it encouragement to engage in suicidal behavior.
For those of us who share this perversion, it is simply the single most
erotic sex in the world.

He returned my call in about an hour.  The first words out of his mouth
were do NOT talk about this on the phone.  I agreed immediately and he
suggested that I come back out to his farm where we could talk freely.  I
asked him if he meant immediately and he said `why not?'  I said I'd be
there in about an hour.  I pulled into the parking area at his farm almost
exactly an hour later.  He was standing there waiting for me absolutely
naked and with a huge erection.  It was almost dark out which added to the
eroticism of the moment.  I was still wearing clothes for driving but I had
exposed myself so that I could at least stroke my cock while I drove.

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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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