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LITTLE TIMMY #2 [ part 3 ] So he waited. His little bound balls began to hurt. Not as bad as before, but in the same way. He again struggled against his ropes, but he couldn’t get free. Mommy had tied him tight enough he couldn’t free himself. He began to wiggle. He could feel his tied cock and balls move around as he moved. He began to move his hips up and down, now that he had a little bit of freedom there. He even let his cock and balls be pulled on really hard, then moved up again. Then down again. He continued this movement until the urge hit him. He knew he was going to cum. But for some reason he couldn’t. He could feel the buildup in his balls, then in his little cock, but there it stayed, unwilling to cum out no matter what Little Timmy did. He became frustrated and began screaming through his gag, hoping his mommy would hear. He then moved his body sideways, so his cock and balls could have a different sensation forced on them. The urge to cum came on him even more, but still no matter what he did he could not make himself cum. He needed his mommy to do that for him. He wished she would come back down to check on him again. He began to cry through his blindfold, his needing to ejaculate becoming so strong that it hurt his testicles and penis. He felt as if his penis had gotten even harder than before, and with the rope tied around it, the blood stayed right where it was, causing a small bout with priapism even though it was sexually derived. It hurt. The ropes began to hurt. Everywhere he was tied, the ropes began to hurt. His wrists, his ankles, and especially the twine around his cock and balls really hurt. It seemed to burn where the twine touched him. His nipples burned from the clothespins. He could only lie there and suffer. Then he heard something. Was it mommy? Who could it be? It didn’t sound like mommy’s footsteps. “So, you’re Little Timmy. You mom told me I would find you here.” Timmy was scared. Who was he? What did he want? “Well, let’s see what we have here.” Timmy just lay there, waiting. He didn’t have to wait long. He felt his testicles being pulled up, and up, and up until the pain was unbearable. He screamed through his gag at the severe pain. The man let him down, then pinched the clothespins on his nipples, causing Little Timmy more pain, and more screaming. The man grabbed his balls and squeezed them tight until Little Timmy screamed again, but that didn’t stop him. He continued to squeeze until Little Timmy screamed and screamed and screamed again. His penis came next. The man grabbed his penis and squeezed and pulled on it at the same time, and Little Timmy screamed some more. The man untied the twine from the pipe overhead and let Little Timmy down. The pain eased off from his cock and balls. Now the man rolled Little Timmy to his stomach, and probed his bottom until he found Little Timmy’s anus. Then he shoved a dry finger up and into his equally dry anus. Little Timmy cried out in pain again, the man twisting and turning his finger inside Little Timmy’s anal canal. Little Timmy squealed and screamed again. Then the man pulled his finger out. Little Timmy’s cock and balls hurt because his body pressed against their bondage. His balls wouldn’t spread out, his cock wouldn’t move any. They hurt. He wanted to be untied and left alone. The man rolled him to his back again, then untied both his cock and balls. The man took hold of Little Timmy’s penis and began to pump. In only moments Little Timmy spurted all over himself as well as the man’s hand. He removed the gag from Little Timmy and made him lick off all the sperm from the man’s hand, then he regagged him. “Have fun, Little Timmy. Bye.” He heard the man climb the basement stares. Who was he? Why did he do what he did? He could have tortured Little Timmy a lot more, but didn’t. Why? Little Timmy still lay there, naked in the basement, severely hogtied, gagged, blindfolded, and nipple clamped. He rolled around now that he could. It helped a little bit. When his penis hit the basement floor it seemed to grow again, until it reached its full length. He laid on his stomach, his cock under him, his balls pressed against the floor as well, and he began to move his butt back and forth, and continued to move this way until the urge came again, and soon he shuddered and felt his cock spurt again several times. And now all he could do was wait for his mommy. He hoped . . . |