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Authors name: dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
Story title : Timmy's Pain Endurance Contest
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Timmy's Pain Endurance Contest
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
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Timmy has to undergo a pain endurance contest for his
Dad and friends. Its very difficult. (M/m-teen, ped,
inc, nc, tor, v, huml)
***
The twelve guys sat around drinking beer and mixed
drinks and looking at my naked son Timmy who was to be
the star of the pain endurance contest. His smooth pale
young body trembled in the room filled with fully
dressed guys. They made lurid comments about his ass
and balls and dick and tits.
I knew it was all in good natured fun. Timmy wants to
be a pilot when he grows up, but I told him again and
again I think he should go into the porno modeling
business. There's good money in it, and Timmy's body is
his best attribute. He is one gorgeous fucking cute
kid, if I do say so myself.
Every time I fuck my son, I am reminded of how lucky I
am to have such a cute little ass-cunt. Not that my
eighteen year old boy isn't handsome, but he's getting
too old for my taste. I like younger ass. When your
dick goes into a young ass, you can actually feel your
prick churning up the boy's guts a bit. I like that.
When a kid reaches eighteen and has been fucked ten to
fifteen times a week for six or seven years, it just
doesn't hurt him anymore, and that's no fun, now is it?
I mean what good is a fuck if the fuckee doesn't feel
anything? Shit, you could drive a Mack Truck up the ass
of my eighteen-year-old.
Well, he has been double fisted so often that he has to
wear diapers full time now. I told him that will really
get the laughs when he is finally allowed to date
girls. I told him will be a real test of love to see if
a girl will accept a boy who uncontrollably shits in
his diaper cause his ass has been reamed out daily for
seven years.
And today was my fourteen-year-old's first pain
endurance party. We have these often with our boys, a
bunch of us gather at someone's house and we see how
much pain one of our kids can take. is sexually
oriented of course and ends with all the guys present
fucking the abused kid.
I feel kind of bad that I waited so long with Timmy. I
should have had him at one of these when he was eleven
or twelve, but I was so busy trying to control his
older brother, I just didn't have time. Oh don't get me
wrong, we did occasionally play very rough with Timmy.
I mean, I didn't neglect him. He wore nipple clamps
weekly from the time he was eleven, and his titties
stick out like those of a budding cuntlet.
He's had ball weights on him for an hour every day
since his nuts fell. I am determined that he will have
very low hangers, and he has got a good start already
at fourteen. But he hasn't performed technically in a
pain party for my buddies. So now he sat there naked in
the middle of the circle of men.
"Fuck, she is one pretty cunt!" One of my pals who
loves to call boys girls names said.
"Spread your legs more Timmy, for the nice gentlemen."
I barked, and my boy spread his slender boyish legs to
show his dick and balls and even some of his pink
asshole. "Well let's get started."
Jack one of my buddies threw a yellow number two pencil
into the circle of men, it landed next to Timmy." Here
you go, twatmouth, shove that pencil up your pisshole.
And I mean way up!"
Timmy looked at me with a pleading expression. He had
been warned that he had better make me proud of him. I
nodded my head. He looked like he was going to cry, but
he picked up the long sharpened pencil. Now I know that
we don't quite play safe at our parties and shoving a
sharpened lead pencil up your pisshole may not be
medically sound, but who gives a fuck? We are out for a
good time. I hate sissyboys who are afraid to try
anything the least bit risky.
Timmy placed the tip of the pencil at his pisslips. His
dick looked rather small now, even though he had
frigged it up to a nice hard on for my pals. He opened
his pisshole and shoved the pencil tip in. He closed
his eyes in pain and made a hissing sound.
"Yeah..." One of my pals shouted and grabbed his own
dick lump.
"Way to go Timmy..." another guy said. And I was proud
of my boy.
"Shove it up there Cuntboy, don't go easy now, shove it
fast and hard."
"You heard the man, Timmy." I said.
Timmy trembled and chewed his cute lip and then shoved
the pencil up his dick. He fell back on the floor,
rolling in pain, the pencil end sticking out of his
prickhole. His little body quivered like a plucked
violin string. He lay there moaning and giving us all
dripping hard ons.
"Please...please can I take it out now? He whispered
with a thick, pain filled breath.
"Naw, leave it up there." Somebody threw a box of large
safety pins onto the floor. "He... put fifteen of these
through your ball bag." Some guys had their dicks out
and were jerking on them to beat the band.
My son was doing well. He sat up, tears running down
his face. He looked dazed. One hand reached for the box
of large safety pins. The dick with the pencil up it
trembled and throbbed. A bit of blood came out the piss
hole. I squeezed my dick looking at it. Slowly, like a
boy in a dream state.
Timmy began to stick the safety pins into his nut sack.
Each pin had to pierce the soft ball bag flesh twice.
And then he was required to clasp the pin closed. Once
he passed out and one of my buddies stood up and pissed
on his face to revive him.
"No more passing out Tim or you'll make me really
angry." I admonished. Eventually, the fourteen year old
boy's ball bag looked like a silver studded jockpouch.
"Put a couple of safety pins through each nipple too."
Someone suggested.
Little Timmy could hardly move he was in such pain. He
was chewing his lower lip so hard it bled, which was
okay as it would be fun to fuck his face that way.
"Come on Timmy, decorate those nipples for us. Make
sure one pin goes right through the nub itself."
Its easy to hurt a helpless boy, but to require the boy
to hurt himself is a supreme pleasure. His hesitant
moves, his fear the moment before he inflicts the pain,
these are true dick spurting experiences.
"Now stand up Timmy," Pete, another buddy of mine said,
and we all jerked our pricks watching the boy struggle
to his feet in agony.
His pale naked body was sleek with sweat. His pierced
ball bag caught the light. The dick was hard and stiff
with the eraser of the yellow pencil sticking out...and
just a drop or two of blood. His pierced nipples looked
red and raw. He stood there, head hanging, looking at
the floor.
"Lift your head Timmy, smile for my friends." Timmy
slowly lifted his head like it weighted a ton and
managed a smile. He was so fucking cute.
Another pal of mine opened a box and dumped a huge load
of thumb tacks all over the floor. "Now Timmy do a nice
dance for us on the thumb tacks." I put on some of the
boy's favorite music.
I love watching teenage boys dance. They suddenly
develop a grace the don't show other places. They are
usually awkward at that age and falling all over their
large feet, but when they dance, suddenly they develop
style. Timmy squeezed some tears out of his eyes and
looked down at the sharp tacks on the floor. He sucked
his bleeding lower lip. Then he took one hesitant step
onto the silver tacks which caught the light like
diamonds. We all knew that soon the boy's large naked
teenage feet would be bloody and crippled with pain.
How much could Timmy take? He danced on the tacks,
screaming in pain, which oddly enough seemed to fit the
music. some of the tacks stuck in the heels and balls
of his feet. I threw him a rubber butt plug to chew on
so he wouldn't bite off his tongue. We called for him
to dance faster, harder, to lift his feet more. To
wiggle his cute ass more. Once he fell and when he
stood up, we saw thumb tacks stuck into his ass globes,
it was hysterical. Timmy must have had ten fifteen
thumb tacks in his ass mounds and twenty in the sole of
each foot. He looked mindless with pain.
One guy threw him a cigarette lighter. "Here, Twat,
keep dancing but burn off all your prick hair while you
do." Timmy knew he would also be burning his stomach
and dick and balls, but he had no choice. That was when
he fainted for the second time. He fell right down on
top of the thumb tacks, hundreds of them piercing his
smooth young body. That was also when I blew my load
for the first time that night. I was so fucking proud
of my son.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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