Date: Tue, 6 Oct 2015 23:40:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 58

Pervert Phil (part 58)

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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When the host was sufficiently pleased with the stretching of Jen's breasts
he turned his attention to my balls.  A rather crude noose was slipped
around my scrotum and lead to a weight on the floor which the rope was
slipped thru and the weight lifted so that it was suspended by my balls.  I
know that it was at least 20 pounds and my balls stretched quite nicely
with that hanging from them.

This was to be a torture session and it was to be quite intense; I became
quite hard anticipating seeing Jennifer being tortured.  On the wall beside
us were various instruments designed to inflict pain on us.  The only
"unisex" toy was a rather nasty looking bullwhip and the host asked both of
us if there were any devices there that we would prefer not to have used.
Jen said that she was not into whips and so I agreed.  The host obligingly
took the whip down off the wall and put it away someplace.  Anything that
remained on the wall was available to anyone who was using us; I rather
doubt that the CIA had as complete a collection of devices whose only
purpose was to inflict pain.

In addition to the usual assortment of devices intended to inflict pain on
male genitals (of which there were a great number) there were also devices
which were to be inserted into a vagina or rectum which expanded greatly,
crushers whose only use could have been on a woman's breasts.  There was
also a car battery and jumper cables which I assumed were to be used on
balls and cocks and since I was the only possessor of those available for
torture I knew I would shortly be feeling that.  I had forgotten how
painful that could be to a woman's breast!

The first "user" thru the door was an older man who appeared to be in his
late sixties.  He very carefully undressed while looking us both over.
Once he got naked he took the jumper cable and attached it not to my balls
but to one of Jennifer's breasts.  He simply left it attached while he came
over to me and began to suck my cock while he masturbated and watched Jen's
boob cook!  She was well past screaming and had passed out from the pain
when he finally shot his load.  He simply removed the clamps from Jen's
right tit and got dressed.

Next came a woman who barely glanced at Jen.  She took a small sledge
hammer off the wall and after placing my erect cock on a fairly hefty
chopping block, proceeded to "tenderize" my dick with the hammer.  She must
have really hated men and I came pretty close to passing out.  My dick was
considerably worse for wear when she left.  In all, I think she must have
hit my cock about 10 times with that hammer and I know she had at least
three orgasms during that time.  She never undressed or anything.  She only
hit my balls once and that made me puke so she didn't do it again; probably
didn't like the mess I made.

There followed in rapid succession a series of "needle artists" who enjoyed
sticking rather large carpet needles into Jen's breasts and pussy and my
cock and balls.  I also had several needles stuck through my nipples and
even one stuck thru my forehead.  I must admit I did enjoy watching Jen get
needles stuck into her boobs almost as much as I enjoyed getting them stuck
into my dick.  Jennifer obviously enjoyed watching me scream while a needle
was getting pushed through the head of my dick.

Obviously, dear reader, you know by now that I enjoy exposing myself in
public places.  In fact, one of my favorite things to do is to stroll
around the apartment complex where I live absolutely naked in the wee hours
of the morning.  I am almost always completely naked at home and my patio
windows are either wide open or the blinds are at least open at any time of
day or night.  Actually, the "completely naked" part is a bit wrong – I
do wear women's panties in the house but I always pull the front down so
that my genitals are exposed and I sometimes wear a rather heavy cockring
which is chromed steel and causes my cock and balls to stick out more so as
to be clearly seen.  Whenever a lawn maintenance guy or any worker or
neighbor passes by I make sure that they can clearly see me should they
care to glance in my direction.  When I am home I generally have a sign
displayed on my desk which says I am a homosexual and that I will suck any
cock presented to me.

This exposure, fun though it may be, is not enough for an exhibitionist
like me.  Thus the walking around naked at night.  I think it began years
ago when I would go into highway rest stops and just take out my cock and
let it become erect for the other men to see and fondle.  I ended up giving
a lot of blowjobs in rest stops that way.  It was both highly erotic and
exceptionally humiliating to be seen as a submissive fag cocksucker by
anyone who came in.  Still, it wasn't enough.

Shortly after I moved here I realized that the police almost never
patrolled in the complex and that a number of the tenants were
recently-divorced men.  I began to expose myself on a fairly regular basis;
walking out to my car in the evening with my cock exposed, exposing myself
in the hallway leading to my apartment, etc.  Beginning with spring of last
year I decided to up the ante.  I began going out to my mailbox to get the
mail at 3 in the morning wearing only sandals and a cockring.  This always
made me become fully erect so on those occasions when I did manage to get
seen, there was no mistaking why I was naked.

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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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