Date: Tue, 12 Sep 2006 07:08:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Christopher Marlowe <marlower15@yahoo.com>
Subject: Speedo Boy's Daredevil Challenge - Part 3

(M/b, cons tort, s+m, bond, anal 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!)

Lord Wolf's immediate plans for his twelve-year-old bondage slave were
quite practical. He had to allow the boy a short break. He released the
slender child from the torture bed, and began to massage his slight
little shoulders tenderly. Rob sat on the side of the bed with his head
down, enjoying every second of the kind attention from his master, and
rubbing his little wrists and ankles where the white ropes had cut into
his tender flesh so viciously. The kid had been covered so
comprehensively in Wolf's prodigious explosions of semen that he badly
needed a shower, so Wolf led him gently from the bed, with his arm
protectively around the boy's shoulders, acoss the vast dungeon and
through a door to a rather spartan bathroom.
"Take you speedos off, Rob" he said kindly, and the boy obeyed eagerly.
Both of them were naked now.
As soon as Rob felt the warm shower water hit his taut little buttocks,
he began to relax and revive. He felt Wolf's huge, firm hand soaping his
little shoulders, his boyback, and then his little bubblebutt. Wolf
reached around him to wash the boy's front, drawing the child's clean
body against his huge, hairy frame as he did so. Rob could feel his
master's gigantic erect cock slapping against his buttocks, but his
master made no attempt to penetrate him while he was engaged in the
solemn task of washing his beloved boy. The twelve year old felt Wolf's
enormous paws cleansing his little boy's cock and balls, fingering them
lovingly as he did so.
"Still not hair down there, Rob?"
"I...um..I grew a little, sir, but my swimming coach at boarding
school shaved it off...he said all the boyswimmers had to be
smooth...club regulations!"
Wolf smiled wryly and asked "And how does he shave you, boy?"
"Um, we have to go to his office and lay down on his black leather
physiotherapy bench...them he parts out legs and gets to work!"
"I see...and does he molest the boys while he works"
"Gosh..um...I'm not supposed to say anything sir, but...well yes I guess
he does...but only the boys that want him to, sir!"
"And you wanted it, Rob?"
"Yes sir...I've always wanted it....I...I can remember wanting it since I
was five years old!" The boy thought for a moment, and then said: "I had
a brilliant time here in Poseidon Manor when I was ten, sir, with lots of
torture games in speedos and whipping and stuff..but..well...why didn't
you take me to your bedroom then sir...didn't you like me?" the
twelve-year-old turned round and looked up anxiously into his masters
face.
Lord Wolf smiled gently down at him, and he said: "Rob I loved you as
soon as I saw you at cub scout camp that summer..and as soon as you put
on those speedos and thrust your little balls forward for me to grab, I
knew you were a very special little boy. Then everything you did here
when you were ten convinced me that you were a unique specimen of
boyhood...a boy who loves bondage, torture, speedos, other boys....and
men too....but I didn't want to take advantage of you too young....a ten
year old boy really is a child, with the emotions of a child...and also
I'm afraid the size of my erect penis would have ruptured
your ten-year-old body within seconds of penetration.. But a twelve year
old boy..well, he's a almost a young man, even if he still has all the
beauty of a young boy...now you're old enough, I'm going to try things
with you that you won't believe! It will get very rough sometimes
too....but you can stop it with your safeword right away, at any
time...well, more or less...".
Wolf got down on his knees and washed the boy's feet in a humble,
biblical gesture. Rob took a risk and stroked his master's head with his
gentle little hands. The gesture enraptured Wolf, who stood up and hugged
the naked boy against his unclothed body, and kised the child's inviting
little neck.
"You had a safeword, Rob...do you remember it?"
"Of course sir", replied the boy politely, "It's Bagheera."
"Bagheera, the black panther from "The Jungle Book"...that was a sweet
safeword, but it's one for a ten year old boy like Mowgli, not a
beautiful twelve year old like you, on the point of bursting into your
teens...would you like to change it?"
Rob's clear little brow furrowed and he looked seriously at the floor of
the shower for a while...then he smiled and looked straight into Wolf's
eyes, beaming with delight.
"Sir, I'd like to change it to Ganymede please...I started learing Latin
at school this year, and in one of the stories, there was a picture of a
beautiful little boy called Ganymede...um...he became one of Zeus's
lovers. Zeus saw him tending sheep, and he swooped down and took him away
to Mount Olympus...I wanted to be Ganymede, though I guess he was
probably better looking than me...so could I at least have him as
my safeword?"
"It's a beautiful choice Rob, and it's just right for you. You will
always be Ganymede, and it will be your safeword".
The man and the boy shook hands solemnly, with shower water still
cascading steamily around them.
Wolf told Rob to shut his eyes so that the shampoo didn't sting. The
boy's brown hair had become stiff and spikey when the semen had set hard
in it, giving the twelve year old an intriguing punky kind of look.
Wolf's strong fingers massaged the boy's scalp, then his slapped his
boyslave's bottom playfully and said "OK speedoboy, you're done!"
Then Rob whooped for joy and lept out of the shower. His master wrapped
him in an enormous white towel, and dried the boy vigorously all over,
making the child giggle and squeak. Then the twelve-year old brushed his
hair, gazing at himself solemnly in the mirror.
"Ready for the next game, Rob?"
"Ready sir!"
"White speedos? Blue speedos? Green speedos? Purple speedos? Red speedos?
Black speedos?"
"Ummmm...which ones do I need for the most dangerous games, sir?
"Red or black, boy"
"Well I've had black once already, and I'll have more black later sir,
when things get really rough..could I have red now please?"
Wolf strode swiftly to a cupboard, and chose a fresh pair of red silky
speedos just right for a twelve year old boy who's slim but slightly tall
for his age. He tossed them to Rob, you caught them playfully, and
snapped them swiftly onto his hairless body. Wolf watched enraptured as
the child tied the white drawstring above his little genitals with great
care, and as he ajusted the seams of his fuck-me boyspeedos expertly
around his flawless buttocks and the tops of his milky white thighs,
stretching the nylon material into place so that he looked neat and smart
for his master.
"There's just one more thing, boy..."
"Yes sir?"
"I will try very, very hard to respect your safeword...but occasionally I
may be unable to do so...I may judge that you're using it too soon, that
you can take a bit more, that I want to stretch you a little beyond your
limits...or...or it may simply be that I am so overwhelmed with feelings
of sadsim and lust that I simply can't control myself, especially with a
boy as beautiful as you...do you understand that there may be a risk that
your safeword goes unrespected?"
The twelve year old boy's hand fell to the front of his speedos, and he
began to stroke his erect little cocklet excitedly, saying "You mean
you'd be kinda merciless and cruel, and rape me and abuse me.....crickey!
WooooW! TThat would be awesome sir! That's what I've always dreamt
of...being a total boyslave with no rights and a really cruel master!"
"I know boy, but I have to consider your safety...and I always will...for
as much of our time together as I can...I want to train you to control
your desires for extreme danger and sexual torture...but I am not
perfect, and I myself may not always be able to control my darkest
urges".
"Hey, don't worry sir....just use my safeword as...as...like a warning or
something....so that you know you're going too far for me...but I won't
always expect you to stop sir....I'll just say it to tell you that things
are getting too scarey for me, OK?"
"Well...things are about to get very scarey indeed for you boy...."
And then the enormous man led skinny little boy back out into the torture
chamber. Wolf's face had already lost any trace of kindness, and there
was an evil, sadistic smile on his face...watching the boy tying the
white drawstring of his speedos had given him a wicked idea.
Wolf removed the semen-encrusted sheet from the torture bed, to reveal a
large matress encased entirely in shiny black leather. Little Rob gasped
in excitement when he saw it.
"Now boy, spreadeagle yourself for me face up on the torture bed!"
The child jumped eagerly onto the bed and flipped his athletic little
body over, throwing his slender arms and legs out so that he made the
shape of an X. It was already such an arousing sight that Wolf was
extremely tempted to turn the boy over and sodomise him straight away,
but he knew that Rob would expect the game to be a little more elaborate.
Using black leather cuffs attached to silver chains, he secured the
panting twelve year old boy into position. Rob's little erection strained
inside his rape-me speedos like a tiny tent pole at cub scout camp. The
child's breathing showed that he was in a high state of sexual arousal,
mixed with a healthy dose of fear. He was vividly aware that he was
now powerless and vulnerable, locked in a dungeon with a sadistic,
possibly murderous boylover who had already admitted to him that he might
not be able to control himself during the session. Rob wickedly resolved
to provoke Lord Wolf into losing control, to see what would happen. It
would be amazing, he told himself, and the thought stiffened his boycock
even harder.
Wolf tied a long piece of white cord, no thicker than the boy's speedo
drawstring, to one of the bedposts at the boy's feet. Then he carefully
lifted the silky red material of the boy's speedo, just at the top of his
leg, and fed the cord under the swimwear. Rob gasped as he then felt his
master reaching down the front of his speedos, and looping the white cord
around his hairless little balls and his pulsating little cock. Then Wolf
pulled the cord tight, sending shrieks of pain through the boy's immature
genitals. The child bucked wildy on the bed, thrashing his head from side
to side, but Wolf only pulled the cord tighter, and then tied it firmly
to the bedpost by the boy's other little foot.
Wolf contemplated the delicious spectacle for a second, musing how easy
it was to send a boy into the throes of agony. How weak their bodies
were, even when they wanted to be brave.....how deliciously they squirmed
and yelled, in their preteen years...
Then he decided the game would become a great deal more sadistic. He
secured a barbed chain to the bedpost, and showed his boyslave what was
going to be looped around his tender boy organs next...a cruel chain
laced with barbs, little blades and needles. The twelve year old boy's
eyes widened with fear and he felt the torturing  metal wrapped aound his
little sex organs. The he let out a full-thorated scraem of pure boyagony
as his master pulled the chain tight, digging the barbs, blades and
needles deep into his twelve-year-old genitals. His boybody arched
upwards in agony on the black leather torture bed, and he began to yell
"MY BALLS SIR! YOU'RE CUTTING INTO MY BALLS! AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGG!"
"Safeword boy..use your safeword when it gets too much", breathed Wolf,
struggling to remain calm.
No chance sir...this is AWESOME! Yeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Coooooooooooooooool! More! C'mon sir! More! More! Break me!" he piped out
in his little choirboyboy treble voice.
The boys eyes were rolling around wildly as Wolf secure the other end of
the chain to the other bedpost. The twelve year old wriggled and
thrashed around deliberately, to increase his own torment. Wolf stood at
the end of the bed, masturbating a little as he watched a few drops of
blood seep from Rob's speedos onto the black leather. Then he decided
that he had to fuck him.He had to relieve the little boy before he
deliberately tore his own cock and balls off.
Rather than releasing the boy and flipping him over onto his boytummy to
penetrate him, Wolf realised that it would be more fun to keep the boy on
his back, and slide in underneath him and sodomise the little rascal with
them both facing upwards. The boy's body would then be raised by the man
underneath him, and the white cord, already excruciating, would then
become unbearably tight...and the savage chain would rip even deeper into
the boy's immature sex organs. It would be a novel position in which to
bugger the boy.
Rob couldn't work out what Wolf was doing at first, but as soon as
he realised, he arched his brave little body upwards, to make it easier
for his master to slide in underneath him.
Wolf preseed a button, and a huge mirror slid out onto the ceiling, so
that the man and the boy could watch their tremendous session of torture,
sex and bondage. All around then, cameras filmed the proceedings so that
they could rewatch it later, and so that Wolf could distribute copies
among other sadistic boylovers.
Although Rob was slightly tall for his twelve years, he was amazed at how
small and vulnerable he looked in the gigantic overhead mirror as the
enormous man struggled underneath him, slashing a hole into the back of
the boy's little speedos as he moved into position face up underneath
him.
Rob gasped as he felt the tip of his master's fourteen-inch erection
searching like a huge cobra for his boyhole. His anus wasn't too tight as
he'd been sodomised repeatedly every since he's arrived at boarding
school a little less than a year ago, at the age of eleven. The little
boy was now at a delightful stage of his sexual education at which he
really, really enjoyed the sensation of being penetrated, and he gave his
body willlingly to his master.
Wolf knew that his erect penis was much larger and fiercer than that of
most men, so he took care to lubricate the boy with his huge fingers
before he went any further. Again, he was surprised how easily his
fingers went in, and again he wondered whether the boy would consent if
he attempted to fistfuck the cheeky little monkey later on in the
evening. He had never attempted such a proceedure on a preteen boy...the
youngest boy he had successfully fisted had been an experimental
fifteen-year-old.
"C'mon sir please don't keep me waiting, I need to feel you inside me
right now!" panted the boy in a state of delirious overexcitement."Ramrod
me sir! You've been good, and kept your big wolfpaws off me for two
years....now it's time for you to take your revenge!" The boy had an
innate sense of how to play with the man, to excite his master, to
inspire him to perform ever more extreme sexual acts.
The boy wiggled and wriggled over the enormous man, trying to spear
himself on his master's cock, but his bonds limited his movements, and he
chain and cord around his little balls contuinually made him yelp and
scream in pain.
Wolfed rubbed the boy's nipples hungrily, and then decided that the
moment was right to nipple-clamp the twelve year old boy.
He reached under the bed and groped around, eventually finding a green
leather bag which he hauled up with difficulty. He chose the
cruellest-looking couple of metal clamps, and waved them questioningly
them in front of Rob's thoughtful, pretty little face. The boyslave
nodded slightly, and his master took great pleasure in clamping the
preteen's blameless little nipples with the savage devices.
"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGG!" the child screamed, tossing his boyhead
back onto Wolf's collar bone in anguish. New waves of pain wracked the
little swimmer's body, and he began to froth a little at the mouth.
Rob could feel Wolf's gigantic mancock like a truncheon underneath him,
and again he begged his master to sodomise him, and not to keep him in an
agony of suspense any longer.
"Very well boy, but I am a very large man, and you must tell me if you
need to to withdraw...I want you to walk out of here this evening
unaided!"
And with that, the tip of his lubricated cock found the boy's welcoming
anus, and he began to thrust his way inside the child. With every careful
thrust, Wolf inched a little further inside the twelve year old boy's
body, to the rapture of his slave, but also with every powerful thrust
upwards, the cord and the barbed chain cut deeper into the most sensitive
part of the boy's body, so that he suffered a symphony of extreme sexual
pleasure coupled with extreme genital agony.
The boy gazed into the mirror fascinated as he watched his bird-like body
flung up and down by the terrifically powerful cock underneath him. He
couldn't believe that all his dreams were being realised at once by the
man he loved most in the world. He was being buggeered senseless by the
most sadistic man imaginable, and yet, even as the fourteen-inch cock
began to rip his insides, he knew that everything he'd ever thought, said
or done in all his twelve years of boyhood meant nothing compared to
the indescribable sense of fulfillment of destiny that he was at last
experiencing.
Wolf was ten inches inside the boy now, and he aware that the boy's anus
was starting to bleed a little.
"Safeword Rob, safeword" he muttered desperately.
"Get right inside me sir!" cried the brave little boy "All of it....all
fourteen inches"
A few delicious seconds later, Rob could finally feel the prickle of his
master's thick pubic hair at the very entrance of his anus. Wolf's
trucheon cock seemed to be pistoning him so deep that he half expected
his master's penis to emerge right through his own little boymouth. The
schoolboy thrust his bleeding little torso backwards and forwards to
maximise the thrill of the most violent sexuual encounter he'd ever
experienced, whooping savagely as he felt himsle speared mercilessly by
his master's fantastic piledriver.
When the moment of climax came, and Wolf flooded the little
athlete's body with his warm wolfcum, the child shuddered with pleasure
and let out a cry so long and so heartfelt that his master knew the boy
had finally been exorcised.
For a long while they lay together, the boy on top of the man, both
gazing up glassy-eyed at the mirror as the aristocrat's sensational cock
very gradually went limp inside the warm home of the boy's body.
"Magnificent, Rob" whispered Wolf very softly, as he began to removed the
nipple clamps from the little diver's chest.
The boy didn't speak, but just lay there grinning from ear to ear, as
though he'd just unwrapped the very toy he'd hoped for on Christmas
morning. Despite his wounds, there was something almost angelic in the
glow which radiated from every pore of the boy's body.
"Rob...are you OK?"
The boy managed to nod slightly, not wishing the moment to go away, but
he knew he would soon have to press on with other tasks that Woldf would
have devised for him. He was nowhere near using his safewiord yet....in
fact his experiences so far had made him all the more determined not to
use it. He watched dreamily as Wolf cut the cord and the barbed chain,
and unwound both of them carefully from the boy's pierced genitals. Then
he released the boy's slender wrists and ankles from his leather cuffs,
and carried the child to the medical room he'd prepared next to the
dungeon. There he would patch him up as best he could, for the final
session which he had planned for the boy.
This time, it would be stricly black speedos, and the boy would learn
that he had to use his safeword, as he had to learn that there
were limits which had to be observed, even among the most unusual boys
and men.

(story ends)

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appreciated!
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