Date: Fri, 2 Oct 2015 09:58:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 53

Pervert Phil (part 53)

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 think you must like getting beat up, faggot" were her only words to me
as I went into my place and she shut the door behind her.  She was very
careful not to lock it.  She glanced around a bit noting each of my various
photographs which I had carefully hung in frames; most depicted scenes of
sadism wherein a man was being tormented or tortured and usually by a
woman.  All of the pictures were exceptionally explicit.  In one of them a
man was about to be castrated and de-cocked by a woman holding a knife to
his very erect cock.  Another showed a man writhing in pain as his
still-erect cock and balls were bleeding after being nailed to the top of a
chopping block while a semi-nude woman stood back to appreciate her
handiwork.

"Those are rather extreme pictures you have!"

"Yes I know.  Please don't cut off my cock or balls – I want somebody
else to do that."

She took me over to my glass patio door and made me press myself against it
so that my erection was between my stomach and the glass.  "You like
flashing, faggot?  Hope so!"

I couldn't see what she was doing but very quickly I heard my coffee maker
going and coffee being poured into a cup.  I heard more than saw her
retrieve my handcuffs from my desktop; she quickly snapped them on my
wrists and told me to turn 90 degrees to the right which was a shame
because one of the lawn maintenance crew was busily checking me out from
where he had stopped his riding lawnmower.  What he saw next probably
confirmed his suspicion that all gringos were crazy.

"I figured that you liked a little sugar in your coffee and it needs
stirring up" she said as she plunged my erect cock into the cup and used my
erection to stir it.  By the time she removed my dick from the cup the skin
on the head had begun to blister and I was crying.  "Now top it off with
some piss, faggot."  It took a moment for me to work up a pee but I topped
off the cup with a little extra going on the rug.  She held the cup to my
lips and made me drink it down.  It was mainly piss.  I didn't choke or gag
at all; piss drinking is something I do a lot of.

Once the cup was emptied, she told me to get down and lick the piss up from
the carpet which I did immediately.  It was while I was licking up my pee
from the carpet that my neighbors walked in the door.  She greeted them and
said it was too bad that they had missed seeing me drink my own piss out of
the coffee cup or her stirring the cup with my cock.  The woman said she
would like to watch that and my tormenter said `Well, we'll just have to do
it again!  I don't think he'll object from the look of the pictures on his
wall.'

She directed me to stand and come around to stand at my desk and then she
put my cock and my balls on the desktop.  `Do you have a hammer, faggot?'
I immediately guessed what she wanted to use the hammer for and, while I
was tempted to say no, I told her where it was.  She disappeared briefly
only to return with the hammer in hand.  After a brief moment spent staring
at my erect cock she brought the hammer down hard on it.  I yipped in pain
before she hit me again.  After half a dozen increasingly hard blows, my
dick was looking somewhat deflated and slightly bruised.

"Are you going to hit his nuts?"  The neighbor lady was clearly turned on;
her blouse was open and she was feeling her hubby/boyfriend up a lot!
"Nope – I'd much rather watch you do it," was all the woman who had been
beating my dick with the hammer said.  The neighbor lady eagerly reached
for the hammer.

She actually held my cock up out of the way with her left hand and brought
the hammer down on my right ball with far more force than had been used on
my cock.  I was desperately trying not to puke when I felt the hammer crash
down on my other ball.  That was more than I had expected and I
projectile-vomited right there.  The woman caressed my balls for a moment
and then hit my right nut again even harder!  A few blows later and I
passed out only to waken with a HUGE cock fucking me in the ass over my
desk and the two ladies cheering the hubby/boyfriend on.

Now, I must confess that I rather like having a big cock in my ass but this
guy was just plain abnormal!  I couldn't see it, of course, but my guess
was that he had a shlong that was at least 10" if not more and about the
size of a beer can.  From the look on my primary torturer's face, I could
see that she was more than a little envious of the neighbor-lady.
Apparently the boyfriend/hubby/whatever would fuck just about anything that
didn't resist and I certainly was in no position to resist when he started
being quite unconscious at the time.  Not that I would have resisted, mind
you.  Only after he shot a huge load of cum in me did the neighbor-lady
tell the woman who wanted to beat me that he was HIV positive and he hadn't
gotten off in quite a while.  Then she cited his T-cell count and it was
pretty apparent that he would very shortly have AIDS and that I was very
likely HIV positive now.  I remember thinking `good'!  I felt a butt plug
being shoved into my ass after he withdrew that enormous cock.  Getting me
infected had become one of their goals.


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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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