Date: Sun, 18 Oct 2015 08:01:45 -0700
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 70

Pervert Phil (part 70)

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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Several days after my balls had returned to their accustomed place a woman
sadist called to see how they were doing and was I ready for her kind of
fun.  I told her that it had all come to naught but that I still would
enjoy being a target for her.  She said she was extremely disappointed in
me and I begged for her abuse as punishment for my failure.  She said that
she might up the ante some and that I should come over to her place that
night.  I arrived precisely at the time (9 pm) and stood outside her door
waiting with half a hardon concealed in my pants.  I was still trying to
figure out what "upping the ante" might involve when she opened the door.

She stared at me for quite a while as I stood there, finally beckoning me
inside, still fully clothed, still knowing that this woman wanted to kick
me in my balls.  Once inside the door she told me I should undress very
quickly and come into the living room and display myself to her guests.  I
undressed very quickly while she disappeared back to her friends waiting in
the living room.  She had not even fondled me to see if I was erect or not.
That was something of a surprise but I got naked as quickly as I could and
strode into her living room to the interested gaze of about 5 people
including the woman who was going to do the kicking (so I thought).

On the several previous occasions when she had used me, she always tied me
in an upright position in a standing "X" with my ankles in a spreader bar
and my wrists tied to a trapeze bar hanging from her ceiling's open beams.
She always knew when a kick had been especially well-aimed because I would
pick up my feet and moan a lot before placing them down on the floor again
to offer my balls as a target for her to kick again.  Generally, it took
about 5 or 6 well-aimed kicks before I would either upchuck or pass out,
either of which would signal the end of our fun.

This time there was no trapeze bar.  The ankle spreader bar was lying on
the floor along with some handcuffs both of which were directly beneath a
nasty looking noose hanging from the overhead beam.  She spoke, first to
the group of friends, then to me.  "I have used this fag before as a
target.  He is a real pain freak so he likes to get it in the nuts."
Turning to me she said "Each of these folks likes to kick fags like you in
the nuts!  Each of them takes one shot!  Think you can take it five times?
Obviously, you better or you are gonna hang there so we can all watch you
twitch and shit yourself.  Nobody is gonna help you."

My erection spoke for me.

Very quickly they helped her place my ankles in the ends of the spreader
bar and put my wrists in the handcuffs behind my back.  Finally, she
slipped the noose over my head almost ceremoniously, tightening the rope
around my neck so that it was angled off to the left (which she said might
help break my neck if I did pass out).  She whispered into my ear that she,
personally, hoped I would pass out and die – she wanted to watch that.
For my part, I was rather hoping to make it through although I think my
cock was thinking the opposite.  It was as hard as it's been in a very long
time and it drooped enough so that it would also get kicked.  Once I was
fully tied into position they drew lots to see who got first shot at me.
My "hostess" got last kick (I think she may have rigged it).

The first kicker took his position.  He was a fairly powerful looking guy
and he slipped off his pants so he could show off his hard-on for the
ladies.  He was barefoot as were all of them.  "This is almost as good as
fucking you in the ass, faggot" was all he said before his foot swung
upward to catch my balls (and the head of my dick) in a fairly good kick
that sent me reeling with pain.  Just that one kick would have me swelled
up pretty good by morning.  None-the-less I remained standing there eager
for the next one.  The tears had started which was exciting for them and I
could see that each of them couldn't wait for their turn at my nuts.

Just knowing that they were all looking at my parts was exciting for me –
my cock stayed quite hard which was surprising.  Usually, I don't stay
erect after the first kick.  The second kicker was a woman.  Not a bad
looking woman if you like that sort of thing – personally, I was still
thinking of sucking the first guy off.  She declined to take off any
clothes, preferring that her womanly charms be concealed.  I was grateful.
She had removed her shoes though.  This is a good thing because shoes
really hurt bad.  She delivered a rather good kick to my balls which made
me cry even harder but still left me standing upright.  The only thing
going thru my head then was "I am really gonna be swelled up in the
morning!"

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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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