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By the time I got my fourth finger into Billys ass, he would have let me do anything to him that I wanted. We had been going at it for close to an hour now. I had the boys wrists handcuffed to the ends of the table, with ropes around his ankles keeping his feet high up in the air. A blindfold kept him guessing what I would do to him. I took it slow at first, just one finger loosening up Billys tight ring. Then with lots of lube I slipped a second finger inside. He loved it, squirming and moaning as I felt around for his prostate. His cock jumped when I touched the magic button deep inside his ass. The third finger took longer to work in. His muscle fought me hard, so I had to stop and break open a popper, holding it right under Billys nose. When that hit his brain, his anus opened up wide and I got three fingers inside him easy. With my other hand I stroked his hard cock a little, just enough to keep him excited. There was already a pool of pre-cum on his belly and I didnt want him to shoot yet. Billy was a hot boy. Just 18 and skinny, with that skater boy look I love: pierced eyebrow, nose and lip. Every so often Id tweak those little nipples, making him moan. He was so smooth. My own cock was straining against my jeans. Back to work. I pulled out my hand and really covered it with the lube. Billys hole looked loose and sloppy, like it was just waiting for me to come back. I cupped my fingers together tightly and pushed until four fingers were inside up to the second knuckle. The boy moaned and pulled on the cuffs, swaying back and forth. I dont think Id ever seen him so turned on. I knew it would take another popper to get my whole fist in, so I broke open a second capsule and held it up to his nose. He turned his head away from the strong smell, but I kept it right up against his nose. Billy let out a huge groan as I pushed my hand hard into him. Just when I thought his ass would never surrender, the muscle went completely slack and sucked my hand inside him. Bingo! I looked down and there was my wrist sticking out of his hole. Billy shouted, Oh shit, oh shit! I opened my hand slightly, touching the soft silky insides of his rectum. Its always an incredible feeling to fist somebody. My hand inched further inside, taking it slow. This was the easy part now. I felt around, easing my way up the canal. My wrist was inside him now, and part of my forearm had disappeared. Billy dick was still rock hard, dripping pre-cum like crazy. I didnt touch it because I was sure hed shoot. A third hit of poppers sent him into orbit. He was moaning, twisting from side to side. I couldnt believe when I looked down and saw that I was almost in up to my elbow. I had never fisted anyone so deep. I stopped and felt his pulse beating around my arm. Thats such a fucking turn on, man. I had prepared the elastrator before I even started fisting him. The green band was already stretched out, so it was really easy to slip it over his sack. With the intense feelings he was going through, Billy barely seemed to notice when the cold steel touched his balls. I ratcheted the band down and it compressed his sack into a tight little pouch. It turned a dark red almost immediately. Billy was screaming, his body racked by pain and pleasure. His cock had softened a little, so I worked it back up to full stiffness. I gently stroked him, keeping him on the edge of orgasm, as I worked my hand inside him a little more. His sack was purple now, the blood trapped inside, his balls screaming. I could feel his rectum spasm around my arm. A thick rope of cum shot from him cock, hitting Billy on his face and neck. Billy shouted in joy as the second and third spurt landed on his chest: His last ejaculation before I made him into a eunuch. I slowly eased my arm out of Billy, careful not to hurt his delicate rectum. His chest was heaving, and tears were flowing from his eyes. The boy was out of his mind. The pain from his balls was starting to take him over, and the idea that he wasnt getting out of this situation intact. The price for this session would be damn high. I felt Billys sack, checking that it was cooling down. I figured his balls were just about dead by now, but I didnt want to cut the band off until it was really over. I took a washcloth and wiped his face. I bent over and licked a glob of cum off his nipple. He looked so hot lying there, helpless as I squeezed the life out of his balls. That was a couple of months ago. We still have fisting sessions, and Billy is still beautiful to look at, even though his cock stays small and limp. I like tracing my finger under it, feeling the scar where his sack used to be. He smiles and groans as my fist sinks into his ass. |