LITTLE TIMMY #2

BY SCAVENGER

[ part 4 ]

Little Timmy was able to rest somewhat. With his cock and balls no longer bound, they went flaccid. He lay on his side, his soft penis pointing down to the floor; his testicles, loose in their sac, lay sideways as well. He rolled from one side to the other often, enjoying his cock being forced against the floor by his own weight. He didn’t want to cum again, at least not yet. His nipples continued to burn every time he rolled around, his nipples and the attached clothespins rubbing against the floor.

Once again he heard footsteps on the basement stairs. Soon he felt his wrists being untied from his feet, then untied from each other, only to be brought around in front and retied. Someone tied a long rope to his still tied ankles and lifted them up until his but was about two feet in the air, then tied them to the pipe above. Another rope was tied to his wrists and his upper body pulled up until it too was about two feet in the air and the rope tied off to the pipe and, then a third rope pulled his ankles and wrists together and tied it off.

He now hung suspended. He could feel cool air on his butt hole. Suddenly, something smacked into his bare bottom. It really hurt and he gave out with a high-pitched squeal. A second smack, and he knew it was a paddle his mommy had often spanked him with when he was bad, but never this hard, and never on his bare bottom. The paddle continued to bang into his cheeks, turning them a bright red, bringing small welts to the surface, searing his bottom until he couldn’t take any more. Yet, the paddling continued.

Then as suddenly as it began, it stopped. If only he could see! But the blindfold forced his eyes completely closed, and he could see absolutely nothing. He struggled, thinking that whoever had paddled him was gone. But they weren’t.

He felt a hand wrap around his penis, another around his testicles. Whoever it was, they squeezed his testicles until he screamed, then the other hand began to pump up and down on this penis. He panted, feeling his cock rise, become erect. He could feel his penis become wet with his pre-cum. A finger rubbed itself around the head of his cock, then he felt it ram into his anus. He screamed again. Once inside his little butt hole, the person did nothing. One hand continued to squeeze his penis, a finger from the other hand up his anus. Soon he felt the finger moving in and out of his butt, the other hand pumping up and down on his cock. Soon, the urge to ejaculate crept upon him, and he was ready to spurt when the person pulled his finger out of his butt and stopped pumping his penis. He was frustrated, he needed to cum so badly.

A hard hand slap to each butt cheek caused him to yelp. As did the playing of the clothespins on his nipples. He struggled to get away from the torture, but couldn’t. The person twisted the clothespins around while still attached, twisting his nipples as well. He squeezed them tightly, then opened them to their max and let them shut back on them again. He squeezed the pins together and then pulled out on Little Timmy’s nipples as far as he could, then let them snap back. Little Timmy continued to struggle, his fingers grabbing his toes, hoping that would aid in easing the pain. It didn’t.

His nipple torture stopped. Then came the paddle again. This time, it hurt so bad Little Timmy thought he was going to die from the pain. His little ass felt as though it were on fire, and no firemen to put it out.

Then back to his cock, balls and anus, and again was pleasured until he felt the urge to cum, but Little Timmy couldn’t – the person stopped playing with him again, just as he was about to cum.

Now, back to his nipples, and the torture of them started all over again.

Then Timmy felt something being rubbed all over his anus, and even forced inside it. It was wet, cold and gooey. Next a rope was tied around his waist, a long deep anal plug inserted which made Little Timmy cry out, then the rope ends pulled down, twisted around his cock and balls tightly, then between his butt cheeks and tied to the waist rope behind his back. Little Timmy tried to force the objecting object out of his butt hole, but because of the ropes pushing against it it wouldn’t move.

Whoever it was never spoke to him. He heard the person go back upstairs, leaving him hanging naked, gagged and blindfolded and nipple clamped still.

His penis became flaccid once again, his balls soft in their hanging sac. He struggled once again, but only accomplished some swinging in his suspension.

His neck began to hurt. He let his head fall back, but that hurt as well. With no support to his head, he could either hold it up or let it fall back. Neither was comfortable. And the ropes began to cut into his wrists and ankles. The anal plug filled his butt.

If only . . .