Moms at Play

    Mommy tied me up real tight. She was going to snuff me. For money she said. And because she was bored and wanted to have some fun she laughed.  Her friend Ms. Amber from the Club where Mommy works talked my Mom into torturing me to death. Mommy didn’t need much convincing. Not after Ms. Amber showed her the ten hundred dollar bills she’d gotten from the man interested in watching a woman torture her own little boy to death. The thousand dollars was just an advance. Mommy would get fifteen thousand in all to kill me.As long as she did it real slow. The man had told Ms. Amber. And made me suffer more than anyone could imagine.

Mom and her best friend Ms. Amber were going to snuff me together. They’d probably take a long time too. Mom’s been playing rough with me as long as I can remember. That’s what she calls it when she whips me and smothers me and burns me and sticks needles in my cock and balls and tongue. ‘What’s the matter Jimmy?’ she laughs. ‘Is Mommy playing too rough for her little boy?’

    Ms. Amber’s been playing rough with me for years. Whenever the Mom and her torture me they get all aroused and horny and wind up jumping in bed to fuck each other for about as much time as they spend on torturing me. Mom says I’m lucky she likes sex with girls as much as she does with boys cause it means I get lots of rest time when she and Ms. Amber play their sadistic games with me. I don’t know though. Mostly what it means is I get just enough rest to put on a good show for Mommy when she starts torturing me again. Mommy and Ms. Amber like it when I scream and buck and jerk and go into convulsions because of what they’re doing to me.

So I knew Mom was going to prolong my torture when she snuffed me. If she did good and impressed the man paying to watch her to kill me she’d probably get a good tip. Mom works at a strip joint/fetish club. She’s good at her job there too. But actually she works men more than she does the bar or the dance floor. She knows how to push men’s buttons, how to manipulate them, how to get them to so what she wanted. Most nights she can make ten times as much in tips as she does in pay. So she’d do whatever she needed when she snuffed me to make sure she got a good tip from this guy Mr. Parker who wanted to watch a sexy woman snuff her boy. I knew Mom would hurt me so bad I’d be begging her to kill me.

And Ms. Amber was sure if they put on a good show when they snuffed me they could even get that dirty old man to let them snuff him to. She found out old Mr. Parker is dying anyway. He has cancer. It was just a matter of months for him. Mom and Ms. Amber were pretty confident they’d talk him into spending every cent he had on one final perverted session with two very wicked and extremely cruel dominas. I’d just seen the dirty old man yesterday when he brought Mom her blood money. Mr. Parker didn’t look so good. Mom said he had liver cancer and he’d die a miserable and painful death. She’d chuckled when she said that. And said she hoped she’d be there to watch when Mr. Parker kicked the bucket. Then Mom had laughed and kissed me and said at least old man Parker had put something fun for her me on his ‘kick the bucket list’ of things he wanted to do before he died.

   Apparently the most important thing on this Parker guy’s bucket list of things he wanted to do before he died included watching a boy like me getting snuffed by a woman like Mommy. Ms. Amber knew Parker pretty good. He was a regular at the club. Mon knew him too. She said he was a real masochist. Ms. Amber claimed he was more a subbie than a masochist. And she said watching an innocent boy get snuffed was his all-time favorite fantasy. It’s what he made her talk about when she dominated him. Fort months Ms. Amber had been weaving this tale for Mr. Parker about a boy and his Mom and about how much she wanted to snuff her own son. She’d gotten the poor man so worked up about the idea she’d convinced him seeing something like that would make his life meaningful.

   She’d been working on Mom to snuff me for months too. Ms. Amber didn’t even bother to make it a secret. She’d come over to see and make love to Mom and she’d just start talking about how much fun she and Mom could have torturing me without any limits. She’d ask Mom to imagine what it’d feel like to snuff me. Mommy would giggle and laugh, and if I was close she’d kick me in the face or b7urn me with her cigarette or shove something up my ass and she’d grin at Ms. Amber and tell her it would be fun, but tormenting me all the time was fun too. She’d need a better reason to snuff me than just having some wicked fun.

   I could tell Mom’s attitude always disappointed Ms. Amber. But she didn’t give up. On convincing Mom or on getting Parker to pay to watch me get snuffed. And eventually Ms. Amber got her way. She persuaded Mom it was time to do me. And she manipulated old man Parker into paying a ton of money to watch. So that’s why I was tied up in the barn, cuffed to a bar suspended from the ceiling while Mom and her lover Ms. Amber get ready to fulfill Mr. Parker’s fantasy. I’m the boy who’s going to get snuffed.By my own Mommy.Because she was bored and a few thousand dollars is lots more interesting to her than I am.

    The only good thing about getting tortured to death by your own Mom for money is she had to kind of lay off me for a few weeks. She wanted me strong enough and look decent enough to put on good show for the dirty old man. Not that it mattered as far as the twenty five thousand Mom and Ms. Amber were getting to snuff me. He’d already given them all that in cash. So Mom could have screwed the guy, taken his cash and let me live. What could he do, go to the cops and complain Mom would snuff her little boy for him?I was in pretty good shape considering. Mom and her friend had really worked me over a few weeks ago. I’d healed enough I almost looked normal with my clothes on. All Mommy had to do was tell the guy to go fuck himself and she could let me live. So I could continue being her slave and slut and good little boy.

    But that’s not what Mommy wanted to do. Parker had a lot more money. Ms. Amber and Mom wanted it. All of it. And if snuffing me was the key to getting the old guy to open his bank accounts then Mom was happy to torture me to death. Heck, over the last few years there’d been plenty of times when Mom almost snuffed me just because it turned her on to push me past my limits. Now she had good reasons to go all the way and indulge herself in her ultimate fantasy. She’d get the delicious pleasure of killing her boy and profiting from it too. I knew there were no further arguments or reasons I could give Mommy get her to reconsider. So I’d die today. Mommy would be a few thousand dollars richer and sooo much happier after snuffing her boy. She was already excited and eager to get started. I could hear it in her voice. And see it in h9w she kept fondling her breasts and rubbing her fingers between her legs. Mommy was aroused. The thought of torturing me always did that to her.

“Ready Amber?You ready over there Mr. Parker? Good. Ive been waiting to do his for a long time. So, let’s get this show started. Let’s snuff this little boy. God, this is going to be so goddamn fucking good.”

Mom didn’t ask me if I was ready. I didn’t matter. I’d never really mattered to Mom. Unless she could use me for her own pleasure.Or her own purpose. You’d think I’d be used to it, having been raised as the slut of a Dominatrix. But I wasn’t. All the time I was growing up Mommy loved to torment me by inviting ‘normal’ boys over to play. She’d supervise of course. So I wouldn’t say anything private or secret. Mommy had always drilled into my head that what she did to me at home was special and private and nobody had to know about it. If I tattled they’d take me away and put me in jail and probably cut off my penis.

That’s what Mommy always told me. So I never said anything.To anybody. But I did envy those kids Mom let me play with. As far as I could tell they never had bruises on their butt or cigarette burns on the inside of their legs like I did. They laughed and fooled around and even cuddled with their own Mommy’s sometimes. We didn’t do that at my house. Mom said it was because she was so special And I was so worthless. I was lucky she didn’t flush me down the toilet when I was born she’d laugh when I asked her why she hurt me so much. She’d wanted to waste me and flush my worthless body away so many times she’d giggle as she’d slap me for being a boy.

    And now I guess she was going to flush me down a toilet. Probably not literally although she did have a portable bedside commode in the barn where she was going to snuff me. She kept one of those at home in her special sound proofed play room where she had her sessions with the endless stream of guys who came to our trailer. Some guys liked golden showers. That’s when a woman sits over a guy’s face and pees in his mouth. Scat play is when the woman takes a dump in his mouth. Not many guys like that. I sure don’t. But Mommy does. She likes it a lot. So she uses me for a toilet all the time. Sometimes I’m her only toilet for days at a time. The taste of Mommy’s piss isn’t so bad. Especially after she doesn’t let me drink anything else for a week.

But I’ll never get used to the smell or taste of Mommy’s poop. It makes me physically ill. When Mom chains me under the commode seat and I look up at her ass, even though it’s a gorgeous ass, I start to feel queasy. I want to gag even before she shits in my mouth. She doesn’t care. It’s not about me she tell me. It’s about her. So she makes me put my mouth over her ass hole and I have to start by licking shit out of her poop chute. Usually before I finish with that though Mom’s pushing a long smelly turd out and right into my mouth and down my throat. I eat it. If I don’t she uses her cigarettes on my cock and balls until I’m begging her to let me eat her shit. Lots of times even when I do lick up all Mom’s nasty brown crap she burns me. Just for the fun of it.

   But I guess all that’s over now. Or will be soon. Mom’s ready to start her snuff party. I’m the guest of honor. She hasn’t gagged me yet. She’s going to ask me questions first. She wants me to answer in a way that will make Mr. Parker happy. I asked Mom what I was supposed to say. She just laughed and said she’ll make sure my answers please the client.

“What’s your name little boy?”

“Jimmy.”

  Mommy used a whip and sliced me across the balls.

“You’re a big boy. You know how to show a lady respect. Show some to me.”

“Yes Mommy. I’m sorry Mommy. My name’s Jimmy.”

   Mommy started to whip me then. She wasn’t unhappy with my answer. That dirty old man Parker didn’t seem to be either. He had his cock out and he was hard and he was playing with himself. Ms. Amber went over and gently pulled the man’s hand away from his boner. Then she wrapped her hand around his dick and started jacking him off. About every third down stroke she went too hard and managed to pound the heel of her hand in the guy’s nuts. He’d grunt. And get harder. I knew exactly what he was feeling and thinking. Mommy played with me like that all the time. Ms. Amber did too.

    I knew what Ms. Amber was doing. I’ve watched her and Mom work guys since I was a baby. Mom’s always been a dominatrix. Not away a capital “D” professional Dominatrix. But she’s always enjoyed controlling and hurting guys. Growing up I got to watch Mom ‘work’ her ‘boyfriends’. Ms. Amber was studying Parker’s reaction to the things Mommy was about to do to me. Mom’s cruel lover would find out what tortures turned the man on most. A nod, a grin and a hundred other subtle signs from Ms. Amber would guide Mom’s actions as she tortured me. The two evil women meant to get Parker super excited and horny by what they did to me. Once he was in that heightened state of arousal he’d be only too happy to give Mommy whatever she wanted. Including his life when she asked.

    She didn’t have to ask me if I’d sacrifice my life and die a painful death for her. I was tied up. Helpless to fight back against Mom’s sadistic appetites. I’d always been powerless to stop Mommy. She’d raised me to be that way. I was her slut from the day she found out she was pregnant with a boy, that most worthless of creatures.

    Mom picked up an acupuncture needle. It was six inches long with a ruby red bead on one end. The other end was sharp but not super sharp. The needles were used. Ms. Amber had stuck a bunch of them under my finger and toe nails a couple weeks ago. When she was persuading Mommy that snuffing me would be fun. Mom was using the dull old needles cause it’d hurt more when she jabbed them into me and started piercing all the sensitive male parts of my body. I knew that’s what she was going to do because Mom was explaining it all to Mr. Parker. To get him aroused and excited. He seemed to like hearing Mommy’s seductively sultry voice purr about how she was going to hurt her little boy.

“I’m going to start on Jimmy’s lips I think. Half a dozen of these dulled needles should make the boy squirm.

How about it Frank. Want to see me put a six inch needle through my son’s lip?”

    I glanced over at Mr. Parker and Ms. Amber. He was nodding yes to Mommy’s question. And I saw Ms. Amber leer towards Mom and give a little nod yes too. She had her hand wrapped around Parker’s cock and she was jacking him off. I could see pre-cum oozing from his hole. Ms. Amber’s leer and nod meant Parker was reacting positively to the idea of Mommy piercing my lip with that wickedly long needle. I also knew that if sticking needles in me got Mr. Parker excited then Mommy was going to stick a lot of needles in me. She and her lover Ms. Amber wanted Parker excited and aroused. Mom always says men can’t think straight when their dicks are hard. And a man who can’t think straight is easy to control.

   That first needle hurt like hell. Mommy made me stick my tongue out first. Then she picked up a pair of vice grip pliers, locked them on my tongue real tight and pulled and pulled and pulled until I thought she’d pull my tongue out. That’s when she stuck the end of the needle into my lower lip. She poked it in and out half  adozen times pretending she was trying to find the perfect spot.

“No, not there. It’s too close Jimmy’s chin. Nope. Not there either. It’ll be on a slant when I push it all the way through my little boy’s lip.”

    Mom was having a good time. She was grinning at me as she jabbed the needle half an inch deep in my lip, shook it around a bunch till tears were pouring out of my eyes, then pulled it out and poked it in a new spot so she could do all that over again. I could barely see across the room where they had Mr. Parker cuffed to his chair but Ms. Amber was grinning and nodding yes to Mom. Parker was getting all excited watching Mommy torture me Ms. Amber’s eyes said. Keep up the good work lover her grin encouraged. So Mom did.

“There. That’s the spot. Now. If I can just push it in far enough I think I can make Jimmy tongue tied. My boy talks too much sometimes anyway. Mommy’s going to quiet sonny boy down now.”

   Mommy pushed the needle through my lower lip and into my tongue. She knew the point had pierced my tongue by the way I jerked and screamed. I could feel Mom’s body pressing hard against me as she tried to keep me still. I’m not supposed to fight Mommy when she hurts me. Oh, she likes it when I buck and scream and jerk. But I’m not supposed to really try and get away. Or thrash around so hard I mess up her fun. But Jesus it hurt when she stuck that needle in my tongue. It was like an electric shock going straight through my head. Even my teeth hurt the pain was so extreme.

   Mommy slapped me real hard, pulled the needle all the way out and told me to explain to Mr. Parker why I was ruining his party.

“This nice man had paid good money to watch you suffer Jimmy. Tell him why you’re being so difficult. It’s not like I’m doing anything wrong here sweetheart. You’re my son. I could have aborted you and flushed you down the toilet when you were a twelve week old fetus and I found out I was pregnant with a prick. But I didn’t honey. I let you get born. And I’ve let you live all these years. Well sonny boy, Mommy wants her abortion now. I know it’s a really, really late term one Jimmy. But Mommy’s reserve that right with boys. Mommy can get rid of a boy anytime she wants. Isn’t that right darlin.”

    While she explained things to me Mom had been playing with the needle she’d just taken out of my lip and tongue. She was sticking the dull pointed thing in my left tit over and over, jabbing it in, pulling it out then jabbing it in again. For her it was just play, some idle fun while she tormented me and put on a show for her client Mr. Parker. For me it was hell. Which Mom knew.And enjoyed.

“Well Jimmy. We’re all waiting for your answer. Can Mommy’s abort their sons anytime they want?”

“I don’t want to die Mommy. Please don’t kill me. Please don’t torture me anymore. I can’t take anymore Mommy. Please stop. Please.” I begged incoherently.

   I doubt anyone understood what I’d said. Mom still had the pliers clamped on my tongue. When I spoke the words came out muddy, indistinct. Mom laughed. Ms. Amber did too. Only her laugh had an element of triumph in it. Through tears that blurred my vision I looked over at Ms. Amber. She was jacking off old man Parker. And he was shooting off. His back was arched in the chair, he was making these primitive animal like grunts and a geyser of cum was spurting out of his dick. Mom followed my gaze and she started to laugh too. And stuck the needle back in my lower lip.And wiggled it a bunch before she jammed it into my tongue and kept pushing until I felt that long sliver of steel pop through the top of my tongue and bite into my upper lip.

   There was no going back now. Mom and Ms. Amber were going to snuff me. Not because I had a needle poking through my lips and tongue. Mom didn’t care if she disfigured me. She’d done far worse over the years. No, I was going to be tortured to death because Mr. Parker, the man with all the money, the pervert who wanted to watch Mom torture me to death liked what he saw. And what he heard. Apparently the talk about Mommy having the right to abort her grown son had struck a nerve with the man. He’d had an orgasm then. So Mom and Ms. Amber were going to build on that and make sure old man Parker got more of what made him easier to control. They were going to give him me. Dead.Tortured to death.Aborted at the age of sixteen by a Mom who puts more value on her own pleasure than she does on the life of her son.

    I cried. Mommy laughed. Ms. Amber snickered. Old man Parker gasped as he watched Mommy shove that needle all the way through my lower lip and up into my nostril and on and on until the pointy end popped out of my nose and how Mommy, smiling at me, giggling at how I shook in her arms kept pushing that needle until she got it to poke up into my eye.

   It’d been awful sitting there tied up and unable to move while my Mom kept pushing and wiggling that long wicked needle closer and closer to my eye. Mom took her time. She made sure my eye was staring right at that needle. She positioned herself so she was right behind the needle so her laughing face, her leering lips the only other thing I saw. I saw her tongue dart out and lick her lips when the almost sharp point first penetrated my eye ball. Mommy paused then with the needle just piercing my cornea. She moved some to the left. She wanted Parker to get a good look at how she played with her little boy.

    He must have seen what he wanted to see. I heard him gasp again and then he made a bunch of those animal like panting sounds. Ms. Amber was laughing and teasing him about being so horny and having such a strong active cock for an old man. Mommy laughed at that and teased Ms. Amber how forty eight wasn’t so old. Especially for a man. I heard all that but I wasn’t understanding it. I was in agony. Not only physically. Mom had ruined my eye! She’d never gone that far before. She’d branded me and maimed me and left me with permanent injuries.

   Last year she’d bent the second finger on my left hand back so far she’d broken it where it joins my hand. Then she wiggled it and pulled on it and hurt me so bad I’d passed out. When I came to Mommy grabbed that same finger and bent it at the middle knuckle and broken that joint as well. And then gotten some pliers and snapped the last working knuckle in that finger. She’d laughed while she did that. And she hadn’t let it heal properly so my second finger on my left hand is permanently bent in a weird shape and it’s practically useless.

But I have seven other fingers and two thumbs that Mommy and Ms. Amber have burned and pierced with pins but always stopped short of disabling me completely and forever.

    And now Mommy has just about ruined one of my only two eyes. She’s practically blinded me. She’s going to snuff me for real this time. I know it now. It’s confusing knowing your Mommy’s going to torture you to death. Especially knowing she’s doing it for money but mostly because she wants to experience the thrill of taking her own son’s life. I’m scared mostly I think. My body’s convulsing from the pain from what Mommy’s done to me with the needles. But also cause I’m terrified about what else she’s going to do to me. When Mom and Ms. Amber get excited like this they can do some really wicked and nasty things to me.

   There’s a little part of me that’s almost glad Mommy’s going to snuff me. Some of that’s because I don’t want to be her pain slut anymore. And I know the only way out for me is death. But a bigger part of the being glad part is knowing Mommy’s going to have fun torturing me and killing me slow. I hate being Mom’s pain slut but that doesn’t change the fact that I am. And a good pain slut, one who’s been trained practically from birth to suffer so his Mommy can have her cruel fun. Well, boys like that can’t help but feel glad their Mom is about to have the best time ever had torturing a boy.

    Still. I hurt sooo bad! I tried to tell Mommy that. But she’d stuck needles through my tongue and lips so when I talked it came out funny. At least Mommy laughed at me when I croaked out that I wanted her to kill me quick. I don’t know if she understood what I said but I could tell she knew what I wanted. Mommy laughed at me and blew me a kiss and said she was going to keep me alive for days while she tortured me. Mommy giggled and said by the time she let me die I wouldn’t even be a boy anymore. I’d be less than an animal. I’d just be a huge, raw nerve twisting and burning and writhing in agony. I believe Mommy. She’s having too much fun torturing me like this to want to stop until she’s ripped every bit of sadistic pleasure from me that she can.