Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2006 14:16:40 -0700 (PDT) From: Christopher Marlowe Subject: Speedo Boy's Daredevil Challenge - Part 2 (M/b, cons tort, s+m, bond, oral etc) (NB This is pure and utter fantasy...nothing like it has ever happened in real life for very obvious reasons. Nothing in this story should be copied or attempted in any way....this is a very sick story about consensual sex and consensual bondage and torture involving a man and a preteen boy. Please do not read on if you are likely to be offended by such a fantasy. This is quite heavy shit...you will need a strong stomach not to puke by the end of the tale...you have been warned!) Rob trembled as he walked down the corridor towards a room which had previously been out of bounds to him and all the other boys in Lord Wolf's cruel domain. The corridor was lined with mirrors, so the slender twelve-year-old stopped and carefully adjusted the only garment he was wearing, a pair of silky black speedos, so that they showed off his hairless young body to full effect. He wanted to look perfect for his master, so he ran his little fingers quickly through his boyish mop of straight brown hair to tidy it, and flicked his fringe out of his large, trusting brown eyes. His small hands wandered down towards his swimwear, and he gave his little balls a reassuring squeeze. Then he pulled down his speedo slightly and checked for any signs of pubic hair. He'd grown a few tiny tufts, but his swimming coach at boarding school had shaved them all off thoroughly, explaining that it was part of the swim team's regulations. Rob had enjoyed being shaved, spreadeagled naked on the coach's black leather physiotherapy bench. Coach had told him it didn't matter that his little penis had become erect as soon as he'd stripped...it happened to all the boys that came to his office to remain hairless and beautiful. Finally, the preteen boy came to a massive set of double wooden door studded with metal and spikes. He shivered, carressing the spikes for a few moments, and then he made a little fist, reached up and knocked. After a few seconds, the brave young swimmer heard a mechanical swiveling sound above him, and when he looked up he could see a CCTV camera. Then, from deep inside the chamber, a voice boomed "Enter!" The boy froze, then touched his cocklet feverishly for strength and courage, and managed to heave one of the huge double doors open. The barefoot child padded softly into the chamber, and the portal swung shut behind him. The sight that met his eyes made him gasp in terror, and he had to make a monumental effort not to run from the enormous room immediately. Instead he shut his eyes and sank to his knees, bowed his head, put his little hands behind his back and said in a small voice "Your boyslave awaits your every pleasure, oh lord and master!" And then, the boy promptly fainted away in terror onto the grey flagstones. When he awoke, the twelve-year-old found he was tied face upwards on an enormous double bed, spreadeagled with his ankles and wrists secured with white ropes to each of the enormous bedposts. The boy squirmed delightedly in anticipation, panting lightly with fear. Lord Wolf stood beside the bed, towering above the helpless child. The aristocrat was licking his lips as looked down on his prey. The unusually hairy man was dressed only in purple speedos, showing off his enormous muscular body to full and terrifying effect. "So, boy...we meet again!" "Th-thank you for inviting me sir..." The gargantuan man punched the boy savagely in the balls, burying a huge fist into the front of Rob's little black speedos, causing the youngster to squeal in pain and surprise. The boy looked up at his master with a mixture of fear, anger and incomprehension. "Speak only when I specifically tell you to, boy! That is the first rule of being a good slave..above all you must not interrupt." Rob nodded warily, and then his face broke into an endearingly goofy boyish smile as he began to enjoy the game. With a devilish twinkle in his eye, the boy shot back "Anything you say sir!" Lord Wolf was about to twist the boy's balls off when he realised that the little imp was deliberately trying to provoke him, so he resolved not to allow the young rascal to take control. He simply wandered away from the bed and let the little schoolboy take in his surroundings, calling over his shoulder "Look around, slave...any of this could be your fate tonight, if you choose..." Rob raised his head as far as he could and let his eyes wander around the huge chamber. The owner of Poseidon Manor had decorated his enormous bedroom with the most terrifying collection of waxworks imaginable. They were all figures of young boys, in various stages of agony or violent debauchery. The figures were either naked or wearing scanty, silky speedos, and they all looked frighteningly realistic. The first thing Rob saw was the back of the object that had caused him to faint when he'd first entered the chamber. It was the back of a boy-sized coffin, standing upright, just the right size for a twelve year old who's pretty tall for his age. The staring, glassy-eyed waxwork figure of the boy inside the upright coffin was a dead ringer for Rob...he'd found that he was looking at himself, in the same black speedos, boycock teasingly erect, thin arms crossed over his chest, staring unblinkingly ahead. The coffin was lined with sensual black speedo silk. Just before Rob had fainted, the waxwork figure had fallen forward and smashed into thousands of pieces before him. The spreadeagled, helpless boy eyed the other figures one by one...what he saw thrilled and frightened him...he desperately wanted to masturbate at the sight of the joys and terrors depicted so graphically. He envied the figure of the ten-year-old boy in red speedos tied to the flogging frame, with his slender wrists secured tightly above him, causing his bony boy-ribcage to protrude against the whipping post. The boy's little back was a sadistic symphony of bloody scars where the whipmaster had used a barbed bullwhip to rip the boy's lithe body open. The child's head was flung back in pain as the lash thrashed him with a force that would surely soon render him unconscious. Twelve year old Rob's heart pounded saveagely inside him as he knew that he would request that his own little back be cut to ribbons in the same way, before the night was out. Another waxwork boy, of about eleven, in royal blue speedos hung upside down in a water torture tank, his arms and legs handcuffed, and a steady stream of bubbles coming out of his helpless young mouth. His blond hair waved softly in the water, and his expression was one of panic, as though he was feeling his little lungs turning in on themselves in a desperate attempt to find some unused pocket of air, which was no longer inside his little body. Another waxowrk boy of about Rob's age, in purple speedos, hung from the ceiling on an inverted cross. The child's pretty face was screwed up in an expression of agony, as his wax boyblood flowed freely from the nails piercing his little hands and slender feet. But the largest, cruellest nails had been hammered right thru his gorgeous speedos, piercing the boy's young balls and boycock, causing a terrifying surge of blood to flood from the child's swimwear. As it was made of wax, the red blood froze in midair...the figure was destined for an eternity of pergatory. Young Rob had always had a masochistic streak in him, but the sight of the cruelly crucified boy frightened him more that anything else he had seen in the chamber. He called out unthinkingly for his parents, as if he was suddenly only five years old again, only to find the pitiless Lord Wolf, a creature of nigthmares, looming above him, gazing lasciviously over the boy's trembling body. "Now answer me boy...are you experienced in the ways of the flesh?" "Y-yes sir!" "Have you taken a man's cock in your rosebud boymouth at that boarding school of yours since you arrived there last year?" "Yes sir...er...many times sir!" "And has your little boyhole been penetrated boy?" "I'm afraid so...many times sir!" "You're a slut, boy! You're a twelve-year-old boyslave and a boyslut, what are you?" The twelve year old regained his sense of excitement as he was forced to say the words: "I'm a twelve-year-old boyslave and a boyslut sir!" Lord Wolf looked into the boy's eyes, and saw them shining wildly. Never had he found a child so in love with pain, and with such an obvious desire for extreme danger. He would have to be careful with the boy, as he had no wish to cause him any permanent harm. Rob needed mastering, and he needed discipline, to protect him from himself. The aristocrat began to finger the seams of the black speedos that tightly encased the helpless twelve-year-old boy's cock and balls. As the youngster moaned with pleasure, his master reached inside an began to stroke the child's fresh genitals, marvelling at the growth in the budding swimmer's erect cock, compared to when he'd last observed it two years ago, when the boy had been ten. (NOTE TO THE READER: as recounted in "Boy Daredevils In Speedos", in the Nifty Stories Archive, or on a Google search.) Lord Wolf hadn't penetrated the boy then, judging him too young to bear it, but now...the unusual boy was ripe for anything...anything... The aristocrat took out a large knife and ran in over the boy's chest, down past his smooth swimmerboy's stomach, and over the child's speedos, causing Rob's to writhe around so that he could feel the blade deeper in the black fabric of his aquatic sportswear...but Wolf wasn't ready to draw bood just yet...instead, he slipped the knife inside his own regal purple speedos, and slit his own garment in two, so that it fell to the flagstones. Rob gasped in awe and fear at what his saw...Lord Wolf's erect penis was well over a eighteen inches long, and more than four inches thick! The lewd man bellowed with laughter as he teased Rob's white slender body with his manprick, tickling the soles of the boy's feet with his leaking monstrosity, slapping his enormous manhood onto the boy's stomach. He even tried to insert his wolfcock into the boy's ear, causing the child to shriek with delight as he was tickled mercilessly by his master's swollen member. Then Lord Wolf heaved his huge hairy body up onto the bed and straddled the child, slapping his enormous organ onto the boy's cute little face, using it to stroke the boy's hairless cheeks like a loving parent. "You know what to do boy..." Rob nodded obediently, and opened his pure treble choirboy mouth obediently. He'd expected his master to take his time, like the older boys and masters at his school, but Lord Wolf was aflame, and he startled the child by ramming his obsenely swollen penis savagely into his inviting little mouth, ordering the twelve-year-old to lick and suck as though his life depended on it. Rob immediately felt sick and began to gag...he looked up in panic at his master, who glared furiously back at him as he uncoiled more and more of his mansize cobra cock and fed it right into the child's mouth so that it felt to Rob as though the tip of his master's penis was tickling the very insides of his little lungs. Woldf had another surprise for the frightened boy, as he reached over to a table by the torture bed, and picked up a swimmer's noseclip. He showed it to the helpless boy, who shook his head a little as he saw what was about to happen. The sadistic man laughed as he inserted the swimmer's noseclip securely onto the boy's cute little button nose, cutting off his last supply of air. The boy's whole body thrashed around desperately as he tried in vain to breath, but still the pitiless man rammed his gigantic cock deeper and deeper down the boy's throat. Rob began to panic, as he feared that his master was using his massive cock to suffocate him...but the lack of oxygen also gave the twelve year old boy a sexual high more intense than he'd ever experienced at school. He felt his own little prick becoming so full of boyblood that he desperately wanted to touch it...and he wanted fervently to feel his speedoboy bubblebutt being penetrated savagely by a satyr with cloven hooves. But this was only the start of the night's proceedings and the man had no wish to do any serious damage to his beloved boyslave...and anyway the aristocrat was so overexcited that he couldn't hold on any longer. He'd never been as aroused before...the child was a gift from God...or a gift from Satan... Lord Wolf let out an enormous howl as he pumped his wolfjuice deep down the boy's throat, so that the suffocating youngster felt as though his whole body had been filled with Wolf's vicious semen. Even after the man had withdrawn his cock, the spunk kept pouring out of him, gushing over the child's hair, over his quivering little stomach and right over the boy's little black speedos. Wolf massaged his sperm thoroughly into the preteen's tight swimwear, and began to reach under the boy's fuck-me garment, lubricating the child's anus, noticing with some satisfaction that the boy was not too tight. Lord Wolf had never successfully fisted a boy as young as twelve, but he decided that it might be possible later that evening, if the boy agreed to attempt such an dangerous stunt. He would break the news to his slave gently, explain the risks and the suffering involved, and let the schoolboy decide whether his young body was ready for such a deep trauma. Wolf ripped the nosepiece off the young swimmer and gazed down lovingly at him. Newly revived as air rushed back into every part of his brave little body, Rob gazed back at him with a sparkle of pure boylove. Boy and man glowed together in a deep pagan spirit of celebration. The man boomed: "Thank your master, boy!" Rob thought about what to say...something that would really please his master...eventually, after a great deal of swallowing to clear his little throat, he piped up: "Crikey! Thank you for coating me in your precious semen sir, inside my body, and outside too....Ummm...I am truly baptised as your boyslave now sir!" Rob looked up at his master for approval, and Lord Wolf ruffled the boy's sticky semen-encrusted hair fondly.. "And what would my slave like to do now?" "Err...gosh.....something that...something that no other twelve year old boy has ever done please sir!" Wolf licked his lips again, gazing around the chamber at the waxworks for inspiration. He went to the table by the torture-sex bed and thumbed thru his well-read Marquis de Sade....he soon found the section about the fate of the harem of little boys in the "120 Days of Sodom"...he read allowed to the spreadeagled preteen: "A secured-tied boy has his little anus spread and smeared with maresfuck...the child is then surrendered to an excited stallion...the libertine watches their struggles as the boy is penetrated and split by the vast beast..." Rob understood what he had to say next, and so he begged with an unbridled, boyish enthusiasm: "Sir, will you honour me in the same way...will you split my...er...my....um...golly....my boy...cunt...my boycunt with your man cock please?" The man-stallion considered the request carefully, gazing down at the overexcited little boy. He decided to keep him hanging on...to raise him to feverpitch, so he said: "Perhaps later, boyslave, as I have a number of other interesting experiences for you before that sacred moment arrives..." (NOTE TO THE READER: What other "interesting experiences" might Lord Wolf have in store for young Rob? Please send any comments or feedback on this fantasy fiction to marlower15@yahoo.com Many thanks guys!)