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LITTLE TIMMY #2 [ part 2 ] Little Timmy’s mommy went back down to check on her son fifteen minutes later. She looked at him, struggling to keep on his toes and shoulders. She noticed his little testicles were turning a bright purple. She knew he must be hurting. She walked over to him and felt his balls. He jerked at the touch, squealing through his gag. They felt cold to her touch. She pinched and pulled on his nipples. He squealed again. She had brought down a special item with her this time, and didn’t hesitate to use it. It was a large hatpin, needle sharp. She began to poke his bound balls with it, and Timmy let loose with squeal after squeal as she tortured his balls for a good ten minutes, poking them with the large pin. “Are you ready to be let down, Timmy?” she asked him. Along with many nods, he squealed as loudly as he could. “Very well, but I am not going to untie you yet.” She untied the rope from the pipe overhead, and gently lowered his body to the concrete floor. But now, Mommy shifted him one-quarter turn. She felt another tug on his balls to his left, then a tug on his balls to his right. She had retied them, this time just snugly. She watched as blood began to flow back into his little balls. She grabbed them and began to rub them to help the circulation. Timmy mewled through his gag. Then, she couldn’t help herself. She touched his penis, still erect. She began to pump it with one hand as she toyed with his balls with her other. She very slowly pumped. She stopped playing with his balls, then found his little anus, wetted a finger, parted his tiny butt cheeks, and inserted it. She began to move it in and out of his little puckered hole, as she continued to pump his penis with her other hand. Over a fifteen-minute period she gradually sped up, Little Timmy finally spurting onto his belly. She pulled her finger out of his butt hole, wiped her hand on his nipples to get his cum off it, then told him, “I’ll be back down in a little while. Enjoy being tied up some more.” She left him alone again. Little Timmy whimpered. Did he want mommy to leave him tied up some more, or did he want her to untie him? It didn’t really matter. He couldn’t talk through his gag, couldn’t tell her. All he could do was wait until she decided he had been tied up long enough. He struggled some more, but he knew he would never get free unless his mommy let him loose. He began to enjoy his bondage now, now that his balls weren’t tied so tightly. Yes, he would wait . . . |