Date: Wed, 30 Sep 2015 20:49:06 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 51

Pervert Phil (part 51)

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 were alone – all the cars that had been there for the bukkake party
were now gone.  I pulled my car up alongside him so that he could see my
exposed cock through the open car window.  He reached into my car and felt
my cock rather roughly while he kissed me again.  Then he said why didn't I
get out and suck his cock while I stripped; I could just leave my clothes
in my car.

That sounded like a great idea; I got out of my car and on my knees
immediately.  I had everything but my shirt off when he shot a huge load of
cum into my mouth; once I had swallowed that with him watching me chug it
down.  I was able to get my shirt off then and I stood up completely naked
there in his barnyard.  The light was failing quite rapidly but he took me
into his arms and carefully placed his still-erect cock against my stomach
and started kissing me.  Almost immediately I felt a stream of hot piss
pumping out of his cock and onto us both as we pressed our bodies together
and kissed.  It was a long and quite delightful moment.  When he finished
peeing I quickly put my own erection between us and once again kissed him
while my urine squirted all over both of us.  I had the added pleasure of
having an orgasm while my erection was pressed against him; something he
kissed me even harder for as my cock pumped cum on his belly.  We walked
arm in arm into his torture barn.

`It's really a shame that you want to ride my spike – not many guys like
it like that.  We'll have to do that a lot before you go.'

I nodded in agreement but I was almost overwhelmed by what I saw.  He had
been very careful to make his torture barn look as authentically medieval
as possible – there were devices for racking men, whipping men, binding
men into excruciating positions which left their genitals exposed for even
more pain.  There were even a few devices designed to torture women largely
through the application of pain to their breasts.  At least one of those
was designed to absolutely destroy a woman's breast.  Clearly, it had been
used rather recently because there was still some blood and tissue which
hadn't been cleaned off as thoroughly as it might.  Fortunately there was a
nice breeze which came through from somewhere and it didn't stink as badly
as it might have.

He had continued to fondle my cock while we walked around in his torture
palace and I once again was quite erect.  `And right over here is what I
think you are looking for.'  He directed my gaze at a corner of the barn
which held all of the devices necessary to the task of killing an eager
homosexual like me.  He pointed out a post to which a fag could be tied
standing up which had a `guillotine' attachment for severing the cock and
balls complete with a nice little bucket into which my genitals would fall
once they were cut off.  Standing alone in the center of the space was the
`spike'; a rather viscous looking impalement device which could be raised
either slowly or rapidly according to the operator's wishes.  The "snuffee"
would stand immediately over the spike and it would be stuck into him
through his anus and continually raised until the point pierced the heart
of the fag to kill him.  I didn't even notice that I had become so hard
that my friend had dropped to his knees and I had my cock in his mouth
ejaculating.  Once I had completely shot my load he looked up at me and
said `something tells me you want to dance on my spike.'

I asked him if it would be alright to stick my genitals through the
guillotine just to get a feel for it; he said no, the only way a guy stuck
anything through there was if he didn't expect to keep `em attached.  I
understood that but inspected it quite closely without inserting my cock
and balls through it.  It was truly erotic to look over the device I knew I
wanted to be used to chop off my cock and balls.

There was an extremely sharp blade which would drop (actually, it was
designed to be forced through the tissue of a man's cock and scrotum) and
then the severed genitals would fall into the small pail hanging below the
guillotine.  A small knife was next to the pail and presumably it would be
used to separate the balls from the cock so that the cock could be eaten by
the snuffee.  I told him that I didn't really want to eat my own dick and
he simply said `Once this starts, you don't get any choices.'  I guess that
meant I was going to eat my own dick.

I pointed at the `spike' and said `And how long does that take?'  He looked
at me and said that it was probably about the same as just letting a fag
bleed out `but the screaming and dancing is wonderful!'  I could well
imagine it would be; having a sharpened spike driven upwards through your
asshole and innards into your heart would probably induce a lot of
screaming.  `I gather you like the idea' was all he said as he once again
caressed my erect cock.  I could only murmur `yes I do' as he dropped down
on his knees and once again put my cock in his mouth.

I had my third orgasm in his mouth for the day; something I had worked very
hard not to do for over twenty years!  The sexual excitement of being so
close to what I had been seeking all my life was simply overwhelming!  When
I finished shooting my cum in his mouth he stood and embraced me and spit
my cum back into my own mouth.  He had a huge erection which I could feel
pulsing against my balls.

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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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