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Date Posted: 05:23:42 01/23/01 Tue
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's message, "Humiliation Story Part 2" on 13:58:24 01/22/01 Mon
That's a bit long for a small penis story
>PART IV
>
>
> I quickly pulled out two pairs of handcuffs from my
>bag
>without him noticing. “I want you to cum on your
>chest. All
>over your chest.” Timmy was moaning with pleasure.
>And then
>he erupted. Small streams of cum shot out and dumped
>all over
>his lower stomach. At the height of his orgasm I
>sprang up
>and landed with my knees on either side of his head
>and sat on
>his upper chest. I grabbed one arm and slapped the
>handcuffs
>on attaching the other end to a section of the
>entertainment
>center. Before he could recover from his orgasm,
>before he
>could react to my pinning, and before he knew what was
>going
>on, I had fastened the second pair of handcuffs to the
>other
>arm, attaching that to another section of the
>entertainment
>center. He was trapped, and he was mine to do with as
>I
>please.
> “What are you doing!” he screamed.
> I walked back to my bag and got out a pair of ankle
>cuffs. When I reached for his legs, he started
>kicking. I
>attached the cuffs to his ankles and put the other
>ends on the
>couch legs. He was now spread eagle.
> “What are you doing! Is this a joke!” He continued
>to
>scream.
> “Shut up you idiot!” I yelled back.
> “I don’t understand. Why are you doing this to me?”
> “Because I can.” I simply replied.
> He was about to start screaming when I reached into
>my
>bag and pulled out some hedge clippers. “You see
>these!” I
>screamed, “If you even make one little scream I will
>take
>these and cut off that little pathetic thing you call
>your
>dick!” And for effect, I placed the blade of the
>clippers
>against his cock.
> “OK. I won’t scream. Just tell me why you're doing
>this
>to me.”
> “I’m doing this because I want to and because I can.
>Did
>you really think that I would like a little boy like
>you? You
>are the most gullible person I know. I mean look at
>you. I
>only date men. You wish you could be as manly enough
>to date
>me. Look at that little thing between your legs.
>Denise was
>right, ‘Small feet, small dick.’ You don’t realize
>just how
>much I had to stop myself from laughing my ass off. I
>nearly
>choked when you pulled down your underwear. I knew it
>would
>be small, but I didn’t think it would be that tiny.
> “Fuck you!” Timmy cried out. Tears started flowing
>out.
>I stood over him. One leg on either side. “Poor,
>poor
>baby. It will be OK.” I stood over his face and he
>looked
>straight up. I moved so when he looked up, he
>couldn’t help
>looking up my skirt. I crouched down and my skirt
>surrounded
>his head. My panties were just inches away from his
>face. I
>imagined all he could see were my soaked panties, so
>close to
>him, yet so far. While crouched I stroked his hair.
>“It’s OK
>Timmy. Don’t cry. It’s OK.” I continued while he
>whimpered.
>I could feel his breath on my crotch and I became
>wetter. I
>could smell my juices coming from under my skirt and I
>imagined that’s all he could breathe in.
>I finally got up and looked down at my victim as he
>finally sucked down some fresher air.
>“I’m sorry for doing whatever I did to you. Please,
>just
>let me go.”
>His penis was still soft and the cum on his stomach
>began
>to run down his side. “You liked sucking my toes,
>didn’t you
>Tim?” He didn’t answer. “I liked it too.” I caught
>some of
>his goo with my toes and moved my foot over his lips.
>“That’s disgusting. Get that away from me! Yuck.”
>“But you like sucking on my toes.” And I smeared my
>foot
>all over his lips and forced my foot in. He almost
>gagged and
>tried to bite me to no avail. “Timmy, I have complete
>control
>over you. If you don’t do what I want, I’ll simply
>take your
>manhood away. And don’t think that I won’t. Just one
>simple
>clip… and it’s gone. You’ll spend your whole life
>wondering
>what it would have been like to have sex, you’ll miss
>whacking
>it off every night… And, you’d be peeing out of a
>tube.
>Timmy started to really cry. Tears were running down
>his face
>and onto the floor.
> I walk away to find his parents room. When I came
>back,
>I had a pair of his mothers' panties and I used them
>to clean
>the rest of the cum off his stomach. I decided to put
>his
>mothers' panties back in her drawer, without him
>knowing, for
>her to find later. When I came back, Timmy was still
>crying.
> “I can’t believe I trusted you. You’re such a bitch.
>
>You’re a liar. You’re…”
> “I didn’t lie!” I yelled out. Everything I said, I’m
>going to do.” I reached into my bag and pulled out a
>blind
>fold.
> “What is that?” Timmy said, wondering what was going
>to
>happen next.
> This is something you’re going to have to wear for
>me. I
>went over to him and sat right down on his chest, my
>knees in
>the air, my skirt raised up exposing my panties again.
> I took
>his head in my hands and slipped the blind fold over
>his eyes.
>“You could see my panties, couldn’t you... well, not
>anymore.”
> “I can’t see. Stop. I don’t like this. Please
>don’t do
>this to me. Let me go. Please!”
> I laughed. “I don’t think so Timmy.” I stood up
>over
>his body again. “Remember when I told you I was going
>to take
>my clothes off after you masturbated.” No response.
>“I told
>you I didn’t lie. I’m taking them off now. I pulled
>my skirt
>down and they fell down to Timmy’s stomach. I stepped
>out of
>it and kicked it away. “There goes my skirt… now for
>my
>shirt. I lifted my shirt off and dropped it on
>Timmy’s penis.
>“I’m unsnapping my bra now.” I unclasped my bra and
>slid it
>down my arms. My breasts sprung free into the air. I
>took a
>moment to admire them. “You're right Timmy. You
>should see
>them now… they are big and firm.” With that I threw
>my bra
>down upon his face. “There’s my 36C for you. Only my
>panties
>left.” I gently pulled down my soaked panties and let
>them
>drop to his chest. I stepped out of them and stood
>before
>him.
> “I told you I would be naked. Bet you wish you could
>see
>me now. Bet you never thought you’d be this close to
>me naked
>yet so far. Do you want me to take the blind fold off
>so you
>can see me.” Timmy started crying again. “I take it
>that’s a
>no. Oh well, I wouldn’t have anyway.” I laughed. I
>grabbed
>my panties and crouched down over his body again. I
>knelt on
>the ground, one knee on either side of him and bent
>over so my
>tits were just above his face. I whispered into his
>ear. “My
>tits, the ones you’re always staring at, they’re right
>above
>your face now. Don’t you wish that blind fold wasn’t
>on.
>Don’t you wish you weren’t tied down.” I gently
>brushed my
>mounds over his face and he shivered. I looked down
>at his
>cock and noticed it start to quiver. I picked up my
>shirt and
>threw it aside. “It looks like that tiny thing of
>yours is
>waking up again. Looks like Timmy is
>getting turned on by me being naked.”
> “Please stop. Please. I’m begging you.” Timmy
>continued to cry.
> “But I said I was going to masturbate for you. And I
>hope you didn’t forget that I was going to fuck you.
>Tell me
>you didn’t forget.”
> “Look, I’ll fuck you if you want me too. That would
>be
>great, just let me go, please.”
> “You just don’t get it, do you Timmy.”
>I then lowered my hips and straddled his chest and
>began
>to rub my sex all over his torso. I knew he could
>feel how
>wet I was already. I rubbed all around, up and down.
>I
>started to moan. I increased my speed and moved
>farther up
>his body. I moved up and down the length of his
>torso,
>sometimes moving close to his cock, just enough to
>tease him.
>I crawled up his body, dragging my sex and reached his
>neck
>and chin. I continued to thrust back and forth. I
>started
>to scream in ecstasy, drowning out any sobs emanating
>from
>him. And I came. Juices dripped from my crotch and
>onto his
>body. Timmy’s cock was hard and a little ejaculate
>seeped
>out. But he continued to cry. “That felt wonderful
>Timmy.”
>I reached for my duffel bag.
> “What are you doing?”
>“You’ll find out soon enough. So far I kept my
>promises.
>Here I am without any clothes and I just masturbated
>for you.
>Remember what you promised to do for me after I
>masturbated.”
>“You mean…”
>“Yep. You promised to please me with your mouth and I
>intend
>to hold you to that promise.” I reached into my bag
>and
>pulled out the evil contraption. “Are you ready?” I
>asked.
>“Open wide.”
> The contraption was quite crude indeed. It was a
>sort of
>a double sided dildo. One end was shorter than the
>other. In
>the middle there was a buckle attached. When I
>applied
>downward pressure to the longer end, the shorter would
>push
>out from the middle, buckle area, increasing the
>length of
>that end. It was quite unique, and I guessed it must
>have a
>spring mechanism inside it. I couldn’t wait to use
>it. “Come
>on Timmy, open wide for me. I want you to please me
>with your
>mouth.”
> Timmy hesitantly opened his mouth slowly. He was
>blind
>still, and this caused him to tense up. He gently
>lifted his
>tongue in anticipation for what he thought was about
>to come.
>I could only imagine him thinking he was about to eat
>me out.
>He probably thought he would do the best job he could
>to try
>to win back whatever dignity he still had. He was
>wrong.
> I smiled to myself as I looked at my helpless victim.
> “A
>little wider.” I moved the contraption over his mouth
>and
>waited for him to open wider. He looked like he was
>waiting
>for the dentist; he practically said “Ahh.”
>It was time. I quickly pushed the shorter end on the
>contraption into his mouth. Timmy instinctively
>closed it in
>defense but it was too late. All he could do is suck
>on the
>latex that covered the device. I took the buckles and
>wrapped
>them around his head, fastening the ends on the other
>side
>very tightly.
>I stood up and looked down at Timmy. I started
>laughing.
>He looked so funny the dildo device protruding from
>his mouth,
>strapped tightly to his face. I admired my work. All
>I could
>hear were Timmy’s muffled screams through the
>contraption.
>“Calm down Timmy, calm down.” I said, “Or you won’t
>be able
>to breathe.” It was then I noticed that the middle
>part of
>the device, which parted his lips had two holes in
>them to his
>mouth. Breathing holes I imagined, right on the sides
>of his
>mouth. I waited for Timmy to settle down.
>Finally, after Timmy became used to the foreign object
>shoved in his mouth, I continued. “You should see
>yourself
>Little Timmy. Did you think that I might actually let
>you
>touch my cunt with your mouth? Silly little boy. You
>wouldn’t have done much good anyway. But I told you
>that I’d
>let you please me with your mouth… and you will, you
>see, you
>have this long, smooth cock protruding from your
>mouth. And
>you know what I’m going to do. I’m going to mount
>your face
>and fuck it! See, I told you that you would be able
>to please
>me with your mouth. And I told you that I would FUCK
>YOU
>also!” I laughed. “And you will feel it. You’ll
>definitely
>feel it. You see, each time I thrust harder on that
>little,
>innocent face of yours, the deeper the other end,
>that’s in
>your mouth, will go. It will be like sucking a cock.
>And
>I’ll know that the more pleasure I receive, the more
>agony
>you’ll get. And I’m going to fuck your face hard.
>I’m going
>to cum so strong, and you’ll know. Oh… and if you
>feel mad
>because you thought you might be able to taste my
>juices,
>maybe you’ll be lucky and some will drip down into the
>holes
>on the side, into your mouth. I’m sure it will taste
>really
>good. With that I stood over his head and crouched
>down.
>“MMMM… HHMmmm…” Timmy muffled as he thrashed his head
>back and forth.
>“Shhh Timmy. You should be happy, even grateful.
>Let’s see,
>wasn’t it you who told me… what were the exact words?…:
>‘There’s nothing in the world more that I want than to
>know that I am pleasuring you.’
>Yeah, that’s it. So you should be happy because
>that’s what
>you're going to do. Your going to pleasure me. Of
>course,
>you’re not going to get much out of it. Oh well.” I
>snickered.
> I grabbed his stupid hair, a handful in each hand,
>and
>steadied his head. “Be still, I’m about to fuck you.”
> I
>opened my legs and lowered myself until I felt the tip
>of the
>cock on my crotch. “I bet you would love to see me
>now.” I
>squeezed the clumps of hair even harder and Timmy
>tensed up
>and became still. I lowered myself more, feeling the
>device
>fill me. A chill ran through my body as I felt the
>pleasure
>and I could not help let out a moan. I lowered myself
>more
>until I took the full cock in me. And I sat on his
>face,
>impaled by the object in his mouth, my extremely wet
>pussy
>resting on his lips. I sat there for a minute looking
>at
>Timmy struggle under me. It must have been hard for
>him to
>breathe but I didn’t care. Juices dripped down into
>his mouth
>and this excited me even more. “You wish you could be
>licking
>me don’t you?” I asked knowing he couldn’t answer.
>“Oh, I
>forgot, you can’t really talk right now can you?”
> I started to move up and down slowly. Little by
>little I
>became faster until a was thrusting and thrashing
>about. I
>could hear Timmy gag every time I thrust down onto his
>face.
>I could only imagine the dildo inside his mouth
>sliding in and
>out. And I fucked him more. I bucked wildly upon him
>like I
>had never done before. I came and came but continued
>to fuck
>his mouth. I let go of his hair and freed my hands of
>his
>head. I stretched my arms into the air and danced
>upon his
>face. I felt another orgasm coming and I danced and
>danced.
>I moaned and screamed as I came and finally collapsed
>on
>Timmy’s face. I sat, impaled on the contraption, and
>rested.
>I looked down at Timmy and noticed a tear drip down
>from under
>his blindfold. He was motionless. I slid off the
>dildo and I
>removed the contraption from his face. He still
>didn’t move
>or speak but he was still breathing. I guessed he
>lost
>consciousness.
>I got dressed again and decided to remove Timmy’s
>blindfold. I reached into my bag once more and pulled
>out
>some pins and ink. I examined Timmy’s body again.
>His penis
>had gone limp and was once again puny. I went to work
>above
>his crotch and left my mark. When he regained
>consciousness
>again he’d feel a little pain where I tattooed him but
>it
>wouldn’t be until I unbound him that he would know and
>see the
>words emblazoned just above, and to the right, of his
>cock. I
>had engraved ‘Tiny Tim’ with a small arrow pointing to
>his not
>so endowed member. I decided to leave him on the
>floor and
>left in search for a bed. I found Timmy’s bedroom and
>crashed
>in his bed. I slept soundly.
>
>
>
>PART V
>
>
> I awoke in the morning and returned to Timmy who was
>finally awake. I looked at the damp spot on the floor
>around
>his ass. “Oh… did little Timmy need to use the potty
>this
>morning?”
> “You bitch. How could you do this to me? This is so
>humiliating. I hate you!”
> “You know Timmy, I don’t feel like listening to you
>ramble on this morning.” With that I reached down
>under my
>skirt and pulled down my panties. They’re still wet
>from last
>night.” I bent down over Timmy and looked at him in
>the eyes.
>“This should shut you up.” His eyes looked back at me
>pleadingly but I felt little sympathy.
> “I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me.”
> I laughed while I stuffed the panties into his mouth.
> I
>took some tape out of my bag and wrapped it around his
>mouth.
>I was interrupted when the doorbell rang.
> “Hhhheeelmmmp!!!” Timmy tried to yell.
> “Looks like we have company. You can stop trying to
>yell
>for help. I’m expecting them. Anyway, if you did
>yell,
>remember, I’ll give you something to really yell about
>when I
>go to snip off that useless thing you got down there.”
> Timmy
>looked at me in shook. Who could be at the door he
>probably
>thought.
> I left him to answer the door. “Hello Denise, hi ya
>Greg. Come on in. You're just in time.” Denise and
>her
>boyfriend Greg stepped into the house and immediately
>noticed
>Timmy. Denise ran over to him.
> “Wow, you really did a number on him. Did you do
>everything you told me you’d do to him?”
> “Oh yeah.” I replied. “It was wonderful.”
> Greg walked over to her. “Holy shit!” he exclaimed,
>“That guy really has a small dick.”
> “I told you he would.” Denise gestured toward me and
>laughed.
> They both found the tattoo and laughed even more,
>Timmy
>oblivious to the cause. I decided to introduce Timmy
>to Greg.
>“Greg this is Tiny Tim, Timmy this is Greg, Denise’s
>boyfriend. I believe you already know Denise.” We
>all talked
>for a while and continued to tease Timmy.
> “So where is there an empty room so Greg and I can
>have
>some privacy.” Denise asked me.
> I pointed to the Master bedroom which was right next
>to
>the family room.
> “All right, let’s go Greg.” Denise turned to Timmy,
>“Thanks for the use of your parents room. It’s better
>than
>having to pay for a hotel room.” She laughed as she
>and Greg
>started to walk away.
> “I’m going to take a shower.” I said and grabbed my
>bag
>and headed for Timmy’s bathroom.
> Timmy lay bound on the floor and heard the noise of
>the
>shower turn on. Even though he despised her, he
>couldn’t help
>but imagine Jennifer naked and in his shower. And
>Greg and
>Denise, what were they going to do in his parent
>bedroom? He
>started to cry a little. And then he heard the sound
>of soft
>moaning. It became louder and he could hear his
>parents bed
>creaking. He could hear it moving back and forth
>loudly
>against the wall. And even louder, he could hear
>Denise
>moaning with pleasure. They were fucking in his
>parents bed
>and he could hear every sound. Tim started crying
>more. He’d
>wished that it was he in that bedroom. He wanted so
>much to
>lose his virginity this weekend. He thought he would.
> But he
>lay bound to his own floor, completely humiliated and
>degraded. It sounded like Denise was getting the
>fucking of a
>life time. And he couldn’t help but envy Greg. He
>felt his
>cock harden as he listened to their sounds. He
>couldn’t help
>himself.
> The moaning finally stopped and he heard footsteps
>returning. He look over toward the steps as much as
>he could.
>He saw Denise, wrapped in his parents sheet like it
>was a
>robe. Next to her was Greg. He was carrying his
>clothes in
>his hands. He was completely naked. His arm was
>around
>Denise and they walked toward the front door. They
>acted as
>though Tim wasn’t even there.
> “I wish I could stay longer baby, but I have
>practice.”
>He spoke to Denise.
> “I know. It’s OK. We’ll get together later.”
> Greg started to put his clothes back on when Tim
>noticed
>Greg’s cock. It was huge, at least five times bigger
>than his
>own. Greg finished dressing and planted a big kiss on
>Denise’s mouth and left. Denise turned toward Tim and
>walked
>over.
> Tim was still gagged with Jennifer’s panties and his
>cock
>had remained hard.
> “I take it seeing my boyfriend naked turned you on?”
>She
>looked down at him. “I bet you wish you had a mans
>cock like
>his. It feels so good in me. I doubt I yours would
>do any
>good.” Denise stepped over Tim’s body so one foot was
>on each
>side. Tim looked up at the girl wrapped in the sheet.
> “We just fucked like you could never believe or ever
>do.
>I had three orgasms before Greg came in me. But now I
>have
>all his come in me. I want you to clean me Tiny Tim!”
> Timmy looked in shock once more and started to cry
>again.
> “Shut up. You need to learn that this is all your
>good
>for. At least to me you’re only good for cleaning my
>boyfriends gooey cum out of me. Oh… and if you do
>anything I
>don’t like. I’ll kill you. As simple as that. And
>don’t
>think I’m bluffing. You wouldn’t be the first person
>I
>killed!” Denise looked down at Timmy with a scowl.
>She
>reached down and ripped the tape off his face with one
>swipe
>and removed her friends underwear. “Stick your tongue
>out
>NOW!”
> Timmy reluctantly opened his mouth and stuck out his
>tongue fearing what could happen. Denise crouched
>down, the
>sheet she wore draped over Timmy’s body. His head
>found his
>way under the sheet into the darkness beneath. And
>Denise
>lowered her body down upon his face. Timmy’s tongue
>found her
>hole and slipped in. Denise sat on Timmy’s face with
>all of
>her weight nearly crushing him. She turned on the TV
>in front
>of her and started watching.
> “Now slurp it all up asshole. I want to feel your
>tongue
>working inside me. It better be clean after I’m done
>with you
>or else.” Denise continued to watch TV as Timmy used
>his
>tongue on a girl for his first time. Little did he
>know that
>his first time would be to eat the cum of another guy
>out of
>this domineering woman on top of him. He could not
>see a
>thing under the sheet and might as well have had the
>blind
>fold on. All he could do is smell Denise’s recently
>fucked
>cunt, taste the stale salting cum of her boyfriend,
>and feel
>the weight of Denise on top of his face. He couldn’t
>even cry
>anymore. He was too defeated. He continued to work
>his
>tongue inside Denise as she watched Television. “I
>want to
>hear you slurping! That’s the only way you’ll get
>every ounce
>of my boyfriends cum out of me. And when he comes he
>comes a
>lot. But you probably noticed that by now.
>
>
>PART VI
>
>
> I felt clean again and returned to the family room
>where
>I found Denise sitting on Timmy’s face watching TV. I
>decided
>to watch with her. After watching our program, which
>lasted a
>half an hour, Denise finally got up. Tim gasped for
>fresh
>air.
> “You have some goo around your mouth. Better lick it
>off.” Denise commanded.
> She was more forceful than me.
> “He’s good at cleaning up my boyfriends cum Jennifer.”
> “At least he’s good at something.” I replied.
> I looked down at Timmy again and spoke to him. “I
>feel I
>should give you some kind of reward.” I looked at
>Denise.
>“Don’t you think so? What was it you really liked
>about me
>again Timmy?”
> Timmy hardly could speak. “I don’t like anything
>about
>you.”
> “No, I remember,” Denise said, “he liked your ass.”
> “That’s right Denise. He liked my ass.” Turning to
>Timmy again, I continued. “I’m going to reward you
>Timmy.
>Since you said you liked my ass so much… I’m going to
>give it
>to you.” I had put on jeans after my shower but
>decided to
>forgo the underwear. I turned my back to Timmy and
>started to
>undo the button on my jeans. “OK Timmy. I want you
>to do
>everything you just did to Denise, but to me. The
>only
>difference is, since you have been such a good little
>boy,
>You’re going to do it to my ass. Aren’t you happy,
>you get to
>see and touch my ass.” With that I lowered my pants
>and
>stepped out of them. Timmy’s eyes bulged out at the
>site on
>my perfectly round butt. I started to back up as to
>not let
>him have the pleasure of seeing the front of me.
> As much as it excited Timmy to see my ass, he
>couldn’t
>bear to think of the disgusting act he was about to be
>forced
>to do. “Please don’t. Just this one thing please. I
>can’t
>do it. It’s disgusting. I can’t imagine.” He begged.
> “You won’t have to imagine much longer.” Denise said
>as
>she looked on.
> I stepped over his body backward and got into
>position
>over his head. “Open wide Timmy.” I lowered by body
>on top
>of his face and crouched down above his mouth. I sat
>down on
>his mouth, my asshole spread across his lips. I
>reached for
>his cock and squeezed tightly. Timmy yelped in pain.
>He knew
>he had to do it or face the consequences. And he
>shamefully
>inserted his tongue into my asshole. I wiggled around
>for a
>while. “Keep licking it Little Timmy… keep licking.”
> As he moved his tongue around my orifice I warned him
>of
>what would happen if he told any one about what had
>transpired. “Trust me Timmy. I will not only kill
>you, I
>will torture you until you beg me to kill you. You’ve
>seen
>what I’m capable of. Don’t make me show you more.”
>With
>that, I sat down on his mouth with all of my weight.
>His
>mouth and nose were buried in my ass and he could not
>breathe.
>He started to convulse as he tried to find a breath,
>and the
>bucking only pleasured me more. As he kicked
>uncontrollably,
>I came over and over again until he stopped. He was
>unconscious again, still alive.
> Denise and I removed his bonds and collected our
>things.
>We decided to leave one last momento. We crouched
>over his
>naked, abused body and squatted down. We peed all
>over his
>body and face as he lay unconscious.
> “How will he explain to his parents how the floor got
>soiled?” Denise asked.
> “Maybe he’ll blame it on the dog.” I replied.
> “I don’t think he has a dog.”
> “Oh well. He’ll think of something.”
> We left Timmy’s house and I thought. I thought about
>him
>waking up to the smell of urine, his body soar all
>over. I
>thought about him going to his bathroom to take a
>shower and
>looking in the mirror. And he would see it. The one
>thing
>that will always remind him of me. The one thing that
>will
>always remind him that he could never me a real man.
>He would
>see the tattoo that simply read: TINY TIM.
>
>
>THE END
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