Date: Sat, 17 Oct 2015 14:28:35 -0700
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 68

Pervert Phil (part 68)

This continues with some of Phil's memories, not recounted in his previous
story. 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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The man I had been given to looked me over and then slowly unbuttoned his
levis and withdrew the biggest dick I had ever seen up close.  He had an
erection that was nearly 11 inches in length and very thick.  I had no idea
of how I was going to suck and deep throat it but I was certainly going to
try.  There were no preliminaries, he shoved the head of his dick into my
mouth and kept on pushing it in.  It took some time but he finally got all
of his cock into my mouth and down my throat.  I was amazed that I could do
it and I think he was too.  Still, after almost no stroking I felt him
shoot a rather large load of jizz into my throat which required no
swallowing at all; it simply ran into my throat and down into my gut.

To be truthful, withdrawing his still semi-erect cock from my throat and
mouth was nearly as difficult as getting it down.  It took a little while
but I was not an active participant in that.  I was simply a submissive
cocksucker being used and that felt quite good to me.  Once his cock came
out of my mouth he told me to lie back down so that my sadistic friend
could come and collect me.

Surprisingly, even though I had been picked up by my balls twice and
carried across the room by them twice, they hardly were stretched at all.
I was curious about that and asked the guy if he ever did any "hanging" of
faggots by their balls.  He looked at me rather curiously and asked if I'd
ever had it done which I could only say "No Sir – always wanted it,
though."  He again looked at me rather curiously and said "Why, pussy boy?"

I really had no answer for that other than I wanted my balls to hang lower
than they did.  I told him that.  He wrote down his address on a napkin and
handed it to me.  "Be at that address at noon on Saturday.  I have a
complete rig."  I very quickly wrote down my phone number on another napkin
and gave it to him in case he needed to get hold of me.  Being naked, I
rather quickly developed an erection which was exceedingly obvious.  He
stroked me until I came and said "that won't be happening after Saturday."

We talked on the phone several times before that Saturday.  He was very
curious about what I knew about stretching and if I really wanted to have
it done.  I told him that erections and ejaculation were simply
inconveniences to me and that I wouldn't mind at all if my balls were
ripped off by the hanging.  He said they wouldn't be but that I could
pretty well forget about shooting any jizz and I probably wouldn't get hard
anymore.  By that Saturday I was incredibly ready for it.

I arrived at his place promptly at noon as instructed.  I parked in his
driveway in front of the garage and went around to the side and entered
through the doorway.  He was waiting inside along with a friend of his.
They were both fully clothed.  I glanced at the rafters and saw a rather
complex block and tackle set up with a very curious looking clamp
arrangement which was the way that the balls were held.  They said nothing
as I removed all of my clothing to stand there fully naked awaiting their
orders.  The way I saw it, even if they were kidding about hoisting me up
by my balls, just the submissiveness of removing all my clothes and
preparing to be used by these two men was highly erotic.  Part of that
preparation was to put leg irons on and handcuffing myself with my hands
behind my back.  Clearly, I was there to be used or raped or whatever they
wanted to do to me.  The man who had promised to raise me up by my nuts
simply pointed at the floor directly beneath the block and tackle and said
"There."

I did notice a drain in the floor directly beneath the block and tackle.  I
used that as a "target" of sorts for my ass as I laid down beneath that
hoist.  The friend lowered the tackle until it was only about a foot above
my genitals and the ball clamp was resting on my nuts.  My "friend" removed
his pants and straddled my head while he placed my balls in the clamp
arrangement.  It was more than obvious that I was supposed to eat his ass
out while he did that so my tongue immediately went as far up his asshole
as I could get it.  In much less time than I would have thought it would
take, my balls were very securely fastened inside that clamp which was
actually bolted around my balls.  My friend stood up pulling his asshole
away from my face.  This allowed me to see the rest of the garage which was
clearly set up as a torture chamber.  He had even coated every surface with
foam blocks to make it into a sort of anechoic chamber – I could
probably scream all I wanted and not be heard.

We had already discussed the possibility of my having my balls ripped off
by the process of raising me up off the floor and all of the other possible
complications.  It appeared that there was no sense going over old ground;
I felt the first tug as the block and tackle began to be raised.

The feeling was, at first, as erotic as it could be: I was lying on the
floor absolutely naked in the presence of several nearly fully clothed
witnesses and submitting to being raised off that floor solely by my balls.
I knew that, barring the tearing loose of my balls, two or more of those
witnesses planned to urinate in my face while I was suspended and
absolutely helpless!  I was handcuffed with my hands behind me and my
ankles were similarly bound by some leg irons which had a chain between
them.  I was more than fully erect.

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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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