Date: Mon, 25 Sep 2006 10:10:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Christopher Marlowe <marlower15@yahoo.com>
Subject: Speedo Boy's Daredevil Challenge - part 4

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

(WARNING: This story is entirely fictitious and nothing in it, or even
remotely like it, should ever be attempted in reality for very obvious
reasons. It involves consensual acts of bondage, torture and sex between
a man and a preteen boy. Everything in this story is a product of
imagination. None of it ever really happened. If you don't like reading
stories like this, please do not read any further. This is quite heavy
shit, and may make you sick before you get to the end of it if you don't
have a strong stomach...so it you don't get turned on by that kinda stuff
please go away now. You have been warned!!!)

"This next part will be the hardest, Rob"
"Yes sir, I understand sir!" replied the twelve year old boy
enthusiastically, jumping off the black vinyl bed in the medical room,
looking lean, lithe and gorgeous in his nakedness.
"You'll need to wear black speedos for this one, boy, because you may be
risking your life...are you absolutely sure that still want to go thru
with it?"
"Just gimme the speedos sir, and let's go!" the child was positively
fizzing with energy, hopping around the room excitedly like a little imp.
"Very well boy, you have made your choice! But remember..this time you
WILL use your safeword. I must make you use it because one of the many
purposes of tonight's session is to teach you how to look after yourself
if I go too far. You must realise that everyone has limits, and that no
matter what you make think, no boy really wants to die for their
master..."
The boy glared back defiantly, but said nothing. He realised that as he
listened to his master that Lord Wolf might be right...but then he shook
his head as if to deny the thought. He resolved to prove his master
wrong. His decision made his immature penis unbelievably hard, and his
whole body pulsated feverishly. He had never felt more in control or more
alive.
From a vast storecupboard full of speedos of all different colors,
suitable for boys from any age between seven and twelve, Lord Wolf chose
a silky pair of jet black death speedos for his boyslave. He walked
towards the naked schoolboy facing him, admiring the child's graceful
beauty. He stroked the boy's head, admiring his brown hair, his huge,
trusting brown eyes, his little boy button nose, sensual red boylips,
eager little pink tongue, his little nipples, already scarred from the
clamps that the youngster had endured on the torture bed...his hairless
torso, fit as a fiddle and bursting with boyish vitality. What a shame
that it would have to be corrupted so violently...but the boy had to be
taught a lesson.
"This time, with your permission, I intend to give you a fisting, boy!"
The twelve year old boy turned his head slowly up to his master in
bewilderment.
" I beg your pardon sir, but what's a ...what was it...a fasting? A
firsting?"
The aristocrat smiled gently and made a huge fist before the boy's eyes,
which widened deliciously in surprise and terror. Then, in explanation,
the dungeon master  began pistoning his burly, hairy arm up and down,
keeping his enormous fist clenched tightly as he repeated the violent
motion. He bent down to the pretty little schoolboy's ear and whispered,
in his deep wolf-voice, "Imagine this fist inside you, raping you, with
my arm inside you right up to my elbow, instead of my mancock!"
The boy jumped backwards, clearly startled. He had not even imagined that
such an activity took place. He eyed his master's gigantic fist, almost
the size of a football, and stuttered: "B...b...but w..wouldn't that kill
me sir? I'm only twelve....and h..how...how would you even get your fist
inside me sir? It's...it's just not possible....I'm just a boy!"
Lord Wolf sat the child down on the side of the bed and put his arm
around his quivering shoulders. "You don't have to do it, Rob...it's just
a thought..because you said you wanted to do something no other boy of
your age has done...the youngest boy I've successfully managed to
fistfuck was fifteen...and although I took every precaution to prepare
him well for it, he had to have a great deal of surgery after the ordeal.
But you're a tall boy for your age, and your boycunt...may I call it your
boycunt? Thank you. Your sizzling little boycunt has obviously been
penetrated by some very well endowed men a number of times already at
boarding school, giving you a certain amount of extra.....flexibility
shall we say? We could always attempt it, and I would of course withdraw
if you found the experience unbearable...it will hurt, and it will
certainly cause you to lose a great deal of blood, but your twelve year
old body will be sexually stimulated to an extent you couldn't dream
of...will you at least attempt this ordeal for your master, who loves you
so dearly?"
The boy's little cock was dagger-hard, and his trusting eyes shone with
all the magnificent energy of boyhood as he whispered back "I would die
for you, sir!"
Wolf didn't appriove of the sentiment, but he couldn't resist picking up
the child and embracing him. Rob was lost in the muscular, luxuriant
hairiness of the enormous man, burying his head into his master's body
like a little puppy.
"Rob...you won't die, I promise you that, but this will be a very, very
rough ride for you..and it some ways, I hope this will be so rough that
you will never need to seek excitement in this way again..."
Rob was slighltly puzzled by this last statement, and the boy was getting
impatient by now for the games to restart, so he simply said:
"Sir, I'm just a kid and I don't know what you're going on about, but
pleeeeease can you do stuff to me now sir...anything...anything....real
rough stuff? Plllleeeeease?"  Wolf grinned and knelt before the boy,
holding the speedos open for the child to place his legs thru the holes.
He let the speedo snap satisfyingly against the boy's preteen body, and
the adjusted his slave's only garment so that the boy's hairless genitals
were perfectly aligned inside the silky, sexy swimwear. Then, to Rob's
surprise, he grabbed the boy hard by the balls, and dragged him back into
the torture chamber by his genitals. The twelve year old screamed with
shock, but his boyboner was still tenting inside his speedos like a tiny
flagpole as he anticipated the next session of sex and torture that he
was about to undergo.

The aristocrat placed his twelve year old boyslave the the centre of the
torture chamber, making him kneel with his little hands clasped
obediently behind his back. The child complied willingly and obediently,
earning himself a chaste little kiss on his bowed head from his master.
Gestures like this always thrilled the boy, as, amid the cruelty, his
master kept showing him how much he loved him.
The boy was left alone there for quite a while, so that he began
shuffling on the flagstones a little on his unprotected little knees.
They were becoming slightly grazed on the sharp floor.
Wolf was nowhere to be seen, and the room seemed to have become darker.
Rob shivered slightly...he felt a little scared, but it was a feeling he
enjoyed as his twelve-year-old tummy turned somersaults. There was a
strange atmosphere in the room...it was as though he could
sense something evil was with him, watching him from the shadows. He
loved the sense of danger in the air. It made his little penis even more
erect as he stroked it very briefly, popping his little hand right down
inside his tight black speedos for a moment.
Faintly, he heard a long, low chord played on what sounded like a church
organ. But not in a Christian church. The low drone went on forever...he
could feel it throbbing thru his little body, making him shake
uncontrollably...and his sense of excitement gradually turned to fear. It
was all too weird. Why was this strange, evil music here instead of his
master?
A black fog descended in his boyish mind and he began to feel much
younger than he really was...much more powerless than he really was...he
felt as though he was less than two years old and they were coming to get
him again because his master had left him...It was as though the
notes were fingering him, groping him, trying to drag him underground in
a coffin...and he had never felt so utterly alone.
Where was his master? Where was Lord Wolf? Why had he left him like this?
They were supposed to be playing together...why was he alone? Why had
Lord Wolf left him alone?
"Somebody, please...come!" yelled the boy, very afraid by now.
As if to mock his prayers, something evil moved him above him. On ropes
and pulleys, something descended from the ceiling. It was a black wooden
cross...just the right size for the crucifixion of a twelve year old boy
who was slightly tall for his age. And the cross  was upside
down...inverted...ready for an unholy crucifixion.
The boy watched in sheer terror as the cross descended slowly before
him...he saw with horror that there were nail holes around the places
where his little hands and slender feet would go. He shuddered as he saw
that exact place where his immature genitals would go was also full of
large nail holes. He was so afraid that he could not move. It was as
though he was in one of his boyish nightmares in which his legs became
paralysed as some terrible monster came towards him. He even whispered
to himself "Wake up! Wake up!" but he knew that he was really there, in
the chamber, about to be engulfed.
He cried out "Sir! Lord Wolf sir!", but there was no one else in the
room...then, from all around, the sound of hammering started, quietly at
first, and then a little louder and heavier, until eventually enormous,
amplified hammer blows burrowed their way deep into the twelve year old
boy's brain. And there were screams too...it sounded as though
little choirboys were wailing and pleading amid the hammering. Rob could
take it no longer - Wolf was taking things too far and the boy was no
longer enjoying the twisted game.
"Stop it sir! Stop it! I can't do it! Make it stop!"
But the sinister rumble of the organ continued, and the treble cries of
the boys only got louder. He was on the point of using his safeword, but
some demon in his boyish brain utterly forbade him to do so.
Rob fainted away in terror under the cross that he knew would soon be
bearing his weight.

When he woke up, he couldn't work out at first where he was, or what he
was doing there. The grim reality of his predicament soon dawned on him.
 He was suspended in mid-air, with his little wrists and ankles bound
securely, and unbearably tightly, to the inverted cross. The music and
the screaming had stopped, but the pain of his bonds, and of hanging
there, in such an unnatural position, wracked the swimmer's little body
with indescribable torment.
As his young brown eyes began to focus dizzily on the room, he saw Lord
Wolf was gazing up at him malevolently, with a hammer in one hand and a
dozen very long, very sharp nails in the other.
The aristocrat held up two of the largest nails, and hissed "These two
are for your balls, boy!" And then be produced an even larger nail "And
this one will be hammered hard into your little cock!"
The boy felt the cross jolt violently and it was lowered to the
flagstones. Wolf manhandled it so that it lay flat on the floor, with his
preteen slave facing upwards.
The pressure on the child's wrists and ankles vanished now that he was no
longer suspended in mid air, but he was still in a state of trepidation.
"Sir!" the boy babbled, "Sir! You're supposed to be fasting...I mean
firsting...I..I...I mean fisting me sir! You're not supposed to be doing
all this! You're cheating sir! You're cheating!"
Despite his rather childish words, Lord Wolf could tell that the boy was
genuinely upset. He hadn't realised that the inverted crucifix would
terrify the boy so much. He wondered if he had touched a raw nerve by
mistake. He knew a great deal about Rob's past, including the terrors
which had been inflicted on the boy when he had been less that two years
old. Then it hit Wolf straight away...what a fool he had been, and how
irresponsible, when the child was in his care! It had been the
abandonment...the boy couldn't stand being abandoned after what had
happened to him at such a young age. He had made the boy feel alone and
unprotected.
He nearly stopped the games there and then, as his heart bled for the
poor boy who'd suffered every indignity before he could even walk and
talk properly...but this session was Wolf's attempt to kill or cure the
youngster, so he resolved to press on with it, as ending it now would
resolve nothing...
Wolf stroked the boy's hair gently, and let his hand glide down the boy's
body until he reached the youngster's little testicles. He tickled them a
little and bent down to kiss the boy. Then he whispered "I'm afraid
you'll have to humor me for a little longer Rob...every boy has his cross
to bear...just be brave for me!"
The boy felt reassured by his master's words, but more than anything else
he felt restored now that he could see and hear his master again, now
that he knew that their separation had only been temporary. The brave
little champion schoolboy speedo diver braced himself for the rigours
that lay ahead.
As the man knelt over the twelve-year-old, Rob noticed with a peculiar
mixture of terror and heightened sexual pleasure that he was carrying a
boy-sized ballgag. He whipped the gag onto the boy before Rob had time to
blurt out his safeword. Lord Wolf showed the boy the long nails again,
and traced them down the child's flesh from his neck to his little tummy
button. He used the points of the nails to probe the boy's speedos,
jabbing them suggestively into the child's little balls. He was surprised
to see that the boy's little cock was still dagger hard, despite his
fear. "I see you're one of those little boys who find pain and death
rather arousing.." murmured Wolf. "We'll have to do something to rectify
that, won't we boy!"
Lord Wolf spread the boys' little hands out carefully, leaving wide gaps
between the child's fingers.
Then he took the first nail and plunged it with terrifying speed into the
gap between the little boy's index finger and his middle fingure,
straight onto the black wood of the crucifix, missing the edge of the
child's skin by a fraction of an inch. Then, with all the immense powere
of his burly hairy muscular wolf-body, he hammered the nail savagely into
the wood, howling like an animal as he did so. The strength of each and
every blow jolted the boy's tied body terribly...the whole cross seemed
to jump up and down with every strike, which resonated through the
child's ribcage like the knocking of the grim reaper. But, as each of the
boy's hands became surrounded by nails, not a single one actually pierced
his flesh. Not one single hammer blow actually hit his body, as he felt
the nails shooting down into the wood between his toes. The boy grinned
broadly as he finally understood the game...he was being crucified
without actaully being crucified... The force of the hammer blows was
awesome, the sound was terrifying, the jolt as his unprotected little
skull banged back against the wood each time was painful enough...but the
nails didn't actaully split a single little bone in the preteen boy's
body...
"Wooooooooow! Coooooooool!" breathed the child as a sense of relief
engulfed his body. His little cock, which had gradually become flaccid
with terror, now stood proudly erect again. He even gasped in pleasure as
one nail caught the bottom seam of his speedo by mistake, just below his
delicate perineum, so that a little of the black material was hammered
right into the black wooden cross, causing the rest of the tight little
garment to become stretched even tighter over his pulsating preteen
genitals. But no nails were hammered into his cock or balls.
Then he was hoisted up again, upside down, and the pain shot back
into his wrists and ankles. His little ribcage heaved up and down
frantically, as he struggled to cope with the agonising position. Lord
Wold produced a spear and allowed himself the luxury of piercing the
boy's chest slightly, so that some of his boyish blood trickled over his
delightfully taught ribs. It was quite a spectacle, and Lord Wolf kept
the boy in severe discomfort for some minutes, ensuring that he had
enough film of the boy's passionate suffering before the next game began.
Eventually, Lord Wolf swung the boy on the crucifix over a clear pool of
water on the other side of the chamber. As he descended, he fixed a
little black plastic clip onto the boys nose to avoid the discomfort of
water going up his nose, and then he lowered the little aquatic athlete
into the warm pool. He stood still for a time, marvelling at the way the
water soon became clouded with the boy's blood from his little chest
wound.   Wolf contemplated releasing the sharks but decided not to do
so...it wouldn't be a fair contest, and the aristocrat prided himself on
his sense of fair play, like all British gentlemen.
Wolf observed the boy struggling wildly underwater, as he hadn't had
enough time to take in much air before his plunge. The sight of a boy in
black speedos tied up and underwater and running out of breath was one of
Wolf's very favourites, and he made sure the underwater cameras captured
several minutes of the boy's panic and agony. Then the wolfish man dived
into the water with a sharp knife clasped tightly between his
glinting teeth. In a desperate underwater struggle, he cut the
panic-stricken boy free and dragged him to the surface, so that the child
could be resurrected. By the time he cut the last cord, the keen little
swimmer was only semi-conscious, and he seemed to fade away as soon as he
felt his master's strong, hairy arms around his little waist. The man had
to use all his strength to manhandle the youngster out of the water...a
twelve year old boy who's tall for his age can feel surprisingly heavy
when he's offering no assistance to his master. But as soon as he had the
boy's body stretched out face up on the poolside, he was able to revive
him a little with some gentle mouth to mouth resuscitation, and a few
sharp slaps.
 Then, in a spontaneous gesture of generosity, Lord Wolf turned the
semi-conscious boy over onto his tummy, yanked down his little speedos as
far as his grazed little schoolboy knees, and swiftly fucked him on the
poolside. Every deep thrust of the man's enormous cock sent more water
spurting out of the boy's spluttering mouth. It was a desperate, animal,
quick boyfuck, unplanned and unexpected. The aristocract adored such
moment in the game, when he left the script and abandoned himself to such
gratuitous wantoness and savagely.
As he fucked the twelve year old boy without mercy on the hard tiled
poolside, Lord Wolf also reflected with some satisfaction that his extra
act of sodomy would also serve to ensure that the boy's anus was already
stretched and extended for his final ordeal, which was still to come. The
boy seemed to enjoy the experience too...once he had woken up enough to
talk. He cried out excitedly said to his master, as the final juddering
spurt of redhot Wolf semen shot through his dripping wet boy body "You
killed me and you saved me Sir! You killed me and you saved me!"

(part four ends..part five is as yet unwritten)

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