LITTLE TIMMY #2

BY SCAVENGER
scavenger13@earthlink.net

[ part 5 ]

He didn’t know how long he hung there. He could feel the head of his cock touching his stomach. He began to struggle, trying to lift himself by his hands and feet, maybe to get his cock to rub against his stomach good enough to cum again. But all that did was to excite him without enough pressure to make him reach an orgasm.

The butt plug began to irritate his anus. He moved his bare butt back and forth to try to expel the intruder, but because of the rope keeping it in it did no good.

And he began to feel the urge to pee. He would try to keep it in, but he didn’t know how long he could hold it. To be honest, he also had to poop. The butt plug wouldn’t allow him to do that. It plugged his bottom hole very nicely. Nothing could go in, and definitely nothing could come out. Maybe he could force it out! He tried. The butt plug stayed exactly where it was. His need to pee grew even worse.

He again grabbed his toes with his hands, trying to find the knots they were tied with. Maybe he could get himself untied if he could. But no, his fingers were too small, even if he could find the ropes.

He began to scream, hoping someone would hear him and come down and release him. He had to go so bad! He screamed and screamed again (no, not like the movie). No one seemed to hear him, of if they did ignored him. They were probably laughing at him, knowing he couldn’t do anything until someone came and set him free.

He finally lay his head back, and without any effort at all, let loose a strong stream of urine. It hit his stomach, then splashed onto the floor beneath him. Finally, after what seemed 10 minutes (although it was no more than two) it stopped, his bladder was empty. But not his bowels.

Once again, he pushed his bowels against the butt plug, and gradually it came out, the rope having loosened up somehow. Then he let go a second time, this time with his shit which he could hear plopping against the floor beneath his bottom.

He couldn’t help it, he had to go. But now, he couldn’t clean up his little rear hole. He always cleaned himself thoroughly, even to the point of using soap and water back there, pushing a finger as far up into his rear hole as he could, then would rotate it to get all the crap out of there. He did this several times with the warm soapy water, until his finger came out clean. He always felt better. After he peed, he always cleaned his penis and testicles as well, washing them off with warm soapy water as well. Most of the time he accomplished both tasks at the same time when he went to the toilet. If he just had to pee, he would only wash his penis and testicles.

But now, he real really dirty, both his penis and his stomach having been covered with his urine, and his butt hole and entire butt crack also dirty from his bowel movement. He couldn’t stand it.

Only a few moments later, Little Timmy heard someone coming down the stairs. He hoped it was his mommy. When she spoke, he it wasn’t.

“How’s Little Timmy doing? Are you . . . Oh, my. Poor Little Timmy. I see you had a couple of accidents. Well, not to worry. I will get someone else to help me clean you and the floor up.”

He heard her leave, then return with someone else. Then his stomach became warmly wet.

“I am cleaning up your tummy, penis and testicles where the urine went. Just relax. The other person will be cleaning up your cute little anus and bottom, then the entire floor. Soon you and the floor will smell much better.”

He groaned as the woman very slowly washed off his genitals. His penis got hard, and he was extremely embarrassed.

“My, what a nice little hardon you have. If I had time, I would stay and masturbate you, but as soon as we get you cleaned up we have to go back upstairs. Then someone else will come down and retie you.”

Then as she finished cleaning up his genitals, he felt the same warm wetness on his butt hole. He felt a finger go up inside him, just as he had done. But this was different. It wasn’t him doing it, but someone else. That person cleaned his anus of and up inside as far as the finger could get, much farther than his own little boy finger could reach. A hand ran across his testicles and penis, then he heard them leave. Only moments later two more came down.

Little Timmy felt his feet being detached from the pipe above, then swung around and, with severely bended knees and extremely painful bow, his ankles were retied back by his wrists, his penis and testicles hanging down toward the floor. A long piece of twined was tied just behind the head of his cock, pulled down so firmly it stretched beyond what he thought it could be. It was pulled down and up towards his head, then tied off to an eyebolt in the floor. His testicles were wrapped with the same type of twine, and pulled down and toward his bottom, also pulled beyond its “breaking point”.

Little Timmy cried out loudly as each part of his genitals received their punishment. A second piece of twine was again tied around his cock head and balls, this time adding a two-pound weight to each. More screams from his little gagged mouth. They also added weights to his nipple clamps. More screaming and crying.

Little Timmy heard them leave. He was in pain, he felt terror, he felt wonderful. Never in his life had he dreamed he could be tied up so painfully, so excruciatingly, so marvelously.

Little Timmy could barely move his hands and feet. He could feel his cock oozing pre-cum. He could almost see it dripping onto the floor. His penis grew, becoming hard, the twine biting into his cock head. His testicles drew up inside their sac, becoming tight. The twine bit bitterly into them.

Little Timmy struggled, his tortured 5-year-old body ready to take more pain. He wanted more. He deserved more. He demanded more. But there was no way to tell anyone his needs, wants and demands. He didn’t know how long he was kept this way. A few minutes or a few hours. It felt like hours.

Little Timmy finally heard footsteps on the stairs again. Then a hand grabbed his penis, the other hand his balls, and whoever it was began to pump his cock and painfully/wonderfully squeezed his balls. In only moments he reached orgasm.

The person untied his feet, then untied his hands, then untied his cock and balls, then removed the nipple clamps. He yelped through his gag when they were removed. He then removed the ropes from his wrists. And before Little Timmy could remove the blindfold, the person had disappeared up the stairs. He finished removing the ropes from his feet and wrists, removed his gag. He left everything lying on the basement floor.

He ran upstairs . . .