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The Blackmail of Billy Miller -1-
The Millers were new in the neighborhood. Mr. Miller had just started a new job at a construction Company in town. He had been unemployed for almost a year and was more than glad to get the offer, together with a small house that was part of the deal. He was a specialist in concrete structures, able and ready to work hard and long hours, and his new boss took just a one look at William Miller senior and signed the contract.
Mr. Miller had brought his son, Billy, to the first meeting with his new employer, because the company had not only offered long term jobs but also summer jobs, always looking for helping hands around the construction sites, and Miller saw his son left a good first impression with his new boss.
Mr Jamieson, the owner and boss of Jamieson Constructions, was a jovial man, well dressed and all businesslike, but also friendly and open, and he asked Billy all kinds of questions, about school, about sports, even, jokingly, about girls.
“I bet you left a few broken hearts back in your old school, right, buddy?” he joked, and Billy smiled halfheartedly and gave a nervous little chuckle. The man mustered him a little too intense, and Billy did not feel really comfortable around him. He regretted having chosen his rarely worn good jeans and shirt, both a little too tight now, after having gained some solid muscles over the last year.
They moved to the new town just days after the signing of the contracts, moved into the house Mr. Jamieson had told them about. The house had been vacated by the previous tenants after they had moved to a new town, new jobs, new possibilities, Mr. Jones, their landlord, told them.
And after moving in, Billy quickly settled into a routine.. School had not yet started, but Billy wanted to stay fit, so he worked out in the old garage gym Mr. Jones told him he had built together with the previous tenants.
Jones smiled a little as he told Billy about the hard workouts that had taken place in the garage, and again the boy felt a certain feeling, an eerie sense of something weird.
As he made Billy test the equipment, the boy slowly got a little more comfortable with Jones. Maybe the man was just a helpful neighbor.
Today, just a few weeks later, Billy sprinted down his street, jogging the last few hundred yards towards his house at a more relaxed pace.
He was a high-school student in peak condition. He was a competitive wrestler, had his mind more into his sporting career than into almost anything else, and his muscular body showed it. Mr. Jones had told him the ‘former boy’, a wording that made Billy ask himself what Jones and that boy had in common, had been a wrestler, too, ‘a very well built young man’ Jones said. smiling.
Billy was proud of his muscles, his eight pack, his hard pecs, his powerful legs and his strong gluts. In other words, he was a work of art, a curvy, narrow waisted, broad shouldered piece of perfect masculinity, and he knew it. His mother was as proud as a peacock and had already shown pictures and even little videos of his matches. Billy had to ask her to stop it, after everyone in town had evidently seen him in his tight wrestling singlet. The videos his mom had filmed were a little awkward, to say the least, Billy thought. When the thin fabric, soaking wet in his sweat, clung to his muscular body, anyone could count his eight-pack, see the firmness of his ass and more than guess the size of his dick and balls.
He was his school’s star athlete, with girls following him around wherever he went, but he also had secret admirers., and mom’s videos were already available online, even though she had no idea about it.
Mrs. Miller had no idea men and even some women shared snapshots of her son in secret internet chatroom’s. Those secret admirers discussed his body in private, in certain circles, like websites and private parties, even discussed what they would do to the hot sexy boy.
Many of the people he met over the first few weeks in town felt the urge to use him. Even as his mom enrolled him at his new school and he met the principal and a few of his new teachers, he thought he was checked out like a slab of meat.
At his old school some classmates, and even some teachers, thought he was too good-looking for his own good, always getting what he wanted much too easily. The school handed him his grades on a silver platter in exchange for the medals he won for them, some said. Billy had no idea that his new principal had already contacted his old.
He also had no idea that his secret online admirers described him as a sexy piece of dumb fuckmeat, with an ass to die for, a round bubble butt meaning to get fucked, a fat bulge promising a nice big dick to suck on or get fucked by, or to tease and torture.
His pecs were so prominent even a dress shirt could not hide them, and his nipples always looked hard and erect, ready to be chewed and sucked, ready for sharp clamps or suction cups to make them even bigger and more sensitive. The Sunday best shirt he wore as he met his dad’s new boss had done nothing to hide his assets. Mr. Jamieson in fact had had the feeling the boy knew about his good looks and his impact on the people he met, and used the effect to gain advantages.
Soon people talked about Billy.
They discussed him in private. Their obsessions well hidden, most of those secret admirers were powerful and rich, and while Billy was oblivious of them, they slowly followed his every move, closing in on him, ready to make him their toy.
Billy had no idea that he would be replacing Jimmy, the boy who had lived in his house before.
Today however Billy did not even think at all. It still was summer-break, no school for a few more weeks. It was a hot summer, and he had left home for his 10 mile run really early in the morning, taking his usual route out of his street and through the valley to return before the sun started to get too hot.
He jogged along his street after a really hard paced sprint, now cooling down, his powerful body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. As usual he wore an old pair of gym shorts and his running shoes, nothing else, and the few people already out of bed took a good look. They knew him, and while most people ignored him, some seemed to monitor him quite closely.
Just like Jimmy, his ‘predecessor’ of sorts, Billy was just an average jock, with a normal career at school, average grades, average classes, but he was more than exceptional in his sport. His dad’s new boss had in fact asked around before he signed the new employees contract, and Billy made a good impression
Winning all his matches, winning several tournaments, even winning nationwide competitions, he was his old school's and old city’s golden boy. He was his parent's pride and joy.
The former tenants had left some of their furniture and the gym equipment. The ‘former boy’s ‘ dad had helped him to install a gym in the garage, quite simple but effective, mostly made with hand downs, and now Billy worked out every day, usually twice in summer as he had no school.
Just like the Smith’s before, Billy’s family was not rich. They usually spent vacation time at home, so Billy had enough time to work his tightly muscled body. His dad worked in construction, and his mom was a nurse, so Jimmy was alone most of the time, minding his own business. The similarities to the Smith’s were clear, but Billy never even thought about it. He was a bit of a vain jock, drinking in the admiring glances people passing by gave him. Just as he was going into the garage, his neighbor Mr. Jones walked out of his front door and addressed him with a question, asked in a lewd undertone:
" Hey boy, looking good again, had a nice run?"
" Uhm yeah thanks Sir, just 10 miles through the valley, nothing special." Billy answered, picking up a towel and wiping off the sweat that made his muscles glisten.
Mr. Jones had now walked off his front porch and stood inside the garage gym, only feet away from Jimmy.
"Your little gym turned out quite well, boy, really good" Jones looked around while Billy wanted nothing but a quick shower. Jones grinned lewd, openly lusting over the boy’s muscular body, as he said:
“You know I help your Daddy quite a lot, right?"
Billy knew that Mr. Jones was not just a simple neighbor, but their landlord as well. His Dad had told him to be nice and polite to the man, and Billy already mown the Jones' lawn and sometimes helped him with odd jobs around the house. Mr. Jones was a balding, overweight man of around 60, a typical suburban daddy type, always jovial, always supportive.
He had told Billy about Jimmy, smiling weirdly, a smile full of fond memories, lurid, provocative memories.
Billy was not sure if he wanted to hear much more about that boy Jimmy and the strange relationship the landlord and the son of the tenants shared, but Jones was in a good mood and talked a mile a minute.
Billy was not even sure why he had never felt comfortable when the neighbor was around. Jones seemed to be overly interested in him, and sometimes Billy had caught him staring at his sweating boy-body as he worked in the man’s garden. Jones looked like he was salivating, like he was about to jump the young man and eat him alive.
Jones had helped Jimmy's family out as recession hit hard and Mom and Dad had lost their jobs, and he even had helped them to find new jobs, he told Billy. A little longer to drive, but at least paying the bills, and that was the reason they moved away, he said. Billy was not really interested in the old tenants. The fact they left had simply given his family a new chance.
He heard Jones say: "Your parents are gone already, huh, my boy?" Jones seemed almost eager to have the boy home alone.
"Uhm yes sir.. you know the plant where Dad works is on the other end of town, and since we have only one car he takes Mom with him to her job. They have left at 5 "
Jones smiled his toothy smile again. "Yes yes, I know, I’m sure you haven't forgotten I helped them getting those jobs, right?"
Billy just wanted to end this talk right there and than, but he was too polite and also a little intimidated to just end the conversation and go inside.
Jones smiled again: "Those muscles of yours really look good when you are all sweaty, son!"
Billy just blushed, but could not think of a good answer.
"Uhm yes....uhm.... Sir....uhm.... if there's nothing more I better have a shower.… and some breakfast, right?" He came up with a lame excuse to walk in and leave Mr. Jones alone, but Mr. Jones was not having any of it.
"Not so fast, young man!" Billy stopped dead in his tracks
"I wanted to talk to you about a serious matter". Jones was still smiling, but now the boy thought the smile was fake, malicious.
"Uhm.… Yes, Sir?" Billy's mind was racing, he was trying to find a reason for Mr. Jones to act like this.
Jones went on: "You know I installed the security system?"
Billy knew. His Dad even had openly wondered why their Landlord had bought and paid for the complex system, using high resolution cameras and several sensors, and even tied it into his own WiFi system, but this was in the past. They just took what was there without asking questions.
Mr. Jones’ house was near enough to use his computer as a hub for the security system, and Jones had told his tenants he installed it years ago, because several break-ins in the neighborhood had made him feel a little insecure.
He even opened his WiFi for Billy to use at will. Billy's Dad laughed it off in private, but he was not the man to openly confront Mr. Jones or laugh at him, so he simply shrugged off the cams and sensors.
And now Jones pulled out his I Phone and opened an App. "Look, boy, quite impressive, huh?"
Billy blushed and started to sweat bullets as he saw the phone's screen. It showed him, naked, alone in the house. He was on his bed, had his thick and quite impressive dick in his hands and those compelling pouty lips pressed together as he jerked his cock in earnest.
The next picture was even worse. Billy's eyes flew open wide as Mr. Jones chuckled nastily.
The thick cucumber he had shoved right into his ass could not be ignored. The picture was obviously fake, he knew he had never had done something like that, but it looked so real the boy had to blink and look twice.
He didn't believe his eyes. The older neighbor’s phone showed him, in his room, his private sanctuary, playing with a cucumber. Billy blushed crimson as the neighbor and landlord grinned wickedly.
"You know you have a quite attractive body, my boy. You work hard for it, and I.... and some of my friends.... really appreciate it!" The man’s tone sent a chill down Billy’s spine. Jones and some of his friends had seen those fake pictures? He felt as if the floor spun under his feet.
The neighbor browsed through the pictures he had saved on his phone and in the next one Billy saw himself cum hard, the cucumber deep in his ass. Some of the pictures Jones showed him were even real ones, closeups of his face, his mouth half open, grunting in his orgasmic bliss, some fake, closeups of his assring engulfing the thick green dildo Mother Nature had provided, but it was hard to see the difference, even for Billy.
Mr. Jones had evidently hired a genius to manipulate the footage, the real pictures showing a naked Billy, working his huge hard-on, working his nipples, moaning and grunting as he came, as he shot a copious amount of hot, glistening sperm.
The boy was in sensory overload. Mr. Jones held the phone out for him, showing even more pictures. The photo-shop had given him lewd looking nipple-clamps, connected with a chain, and his own hand seemed to pull it tight, pull his big brown nipples so they looked almost obscene.
The closeups looked almost too real to be false, but Billy was too shocked to ask questions. He had no idea the pictures were real, but taken with Jimmy, the boy living here before him. Billy had no idea he had been chosen to replace Jimmy as the newest model for an underground operation that catered boys for every whim.
Mr. Jones now had his hand on Billy's bulge and openly fondled it, and the boy was too shocked to pull away. Jones smiled as he saw the reaction, or the lack of a reaction, and commented:
"Very good my boy, you know your place, just like your predecessor" He chuckled nastily.
“I thought so, and you know what? Your true place.… is on your knees!"
The man moved his hand over Billy's abs and pecs. He took his time to feel the scared boy’s body, testing his muscle tone, making him moan and grunt as he pinched and pulled his nipples. He grinned evilly again as he taunted: "I bet you will like nipple play as much as the former gym-rat using this equipment!"
Billy tried to concentrate as he took a step back and asked: "Whatcha mean? Whatcha plan to do to me? You are mistaken, I’m not gay, I’m not into this!”
Jones saw it in Billy's eyes, the boy already knew what would happen. With perverted joy he browsed through his phone again and showed Billy a video. He saw the boys eye's widen, than water, as he watched another boy, naked, tied over an oil barrel, with a red ball gag in his mouth, getting fucked by a huge muscled brute he didn't know.
"Oh my God.… that....can't be.… that's not real!" Billy's face was streaked with his tears as Jones mercilessly made him watch the video.
"His ass was getting a lil old... that's why we sent him out of town to work, and his family moved with him!"
Jones gave Billy a dirty smile as he said: "You will help your Daddy out a lot from now on!" Billy knew exactly what the man meant. They were struggling financially, were deep in debt, and Billy would ‘work’ for this perverted man and his friends, he would be pimped out, maybe do online porn or such.
Jones hand was on Billy's shoulder now, and the boy didn't struggle much as the big man made him kneel. He was trying to understand what was happening to him, what his Dad…. Or his family.... would say if they saw him now, saw the pictures, the fake ones or the real ones. He realized he was better submitting to Mr. Jones, or else.
Jones smiled again: "Very good, my boy" Billy saw a phone and knew Jones was filming him, now live, now really doing a thing he never had thought about.
"Go on kid, open my zipper, if you’re as good as Jimmy was you might win a prize!"
The man knew how to play with his audience, and after already selling Billy's workout videos and his private room jerk off and shower videos, the users wanted more.
He usually started his boy’s training slowly, taking his time. He liked to watch a boy first fight, then give in and break. He had done this countless times before, with tenants, with boys he hired to work in his garden or clean his pool, even with hitchhikers and once with a young bum who had been trying to break into Jones house for some money. That boy had faced a cruel fate. He was a runaway that left no traces after Jones had used and abused him, selling him off after a few months of cruel abuse. The young runaway was an empty shell after a few weeks of endless fucks, and the videos they made of him were filled with scenes a very special audience wanted to see.
Billy, however, would not face such a cruel fate. He would be staying in his family, his school, his community. He would simply be trained to do what men wanted, without spilling the beans.
Jones already made quite good money, but he had advertised he would start training Billy to be a slut whore for paying guest's, and today he would start by teaching him how to suck a dick.
He knew the users wanted to watch boy’s being slowly broken, not in a rapidly, but in a process of small steps, carefully stripping away a straight jock of his raw manliness, converting him into a slutty sextoy, craving nothing more then hardcore sex, gay sex, sex with men of all ages, shapes and sizes.
The users wanted to see the muscular jock being broken into pieces and rebuilt as a hung, curvy, muscled living "Ken Doll".
Jones knew that many of his users had been tormented by jocks when they were children, like a bully next door, or the quarterback in the schools team who thought he walked on water, or even the muscular coach who made them sweat and hurt. The men online knew Jones would deliver.
He felt Billy's hands on his zipper, shaking and nervous. The boy clearly did not want to do what Jones made him do, and he was under so much pressure that he was covered in sweat. The camera loved the glistening skin of the boy athlete, as so many users had commented, but today it was pure fear, the feeling of despair users were desperate to see in a jock like this. Users wanted to feel superior, and even watching a boy like Billy being forced to submit was enough for most of them. Jones filmed the boy's cute face, his eyes wide enough to show the whites, and those pretty, luscious lips firmly pressed together in fear, but still looking full and red and begging to be fucked.
The gym was full of cameras, just like the boy’s bedroom and bathroom. Jones had installed those cameras when Jimmy was still the model, and upgraded the system for the next boy he wanted to use, Billy.
Jones knew a few of the users online would bid to use Billy in reality, just like some were already paying to use Jimmy. Others, mostly overseas, just wanted to see his pictures or videos, and Jones had already asked around what scenes they wanted to see.
As the boy's shaking hands had opened Jones trousers, his fat dick pushed out. A scent of piss and precum was enough to make Billy gag a little, and the camera in Jones' hand captured the look on the boy’s face. Jones knew his users would be delighted to see the reaction of the evidently virgin and straight boy.
Billy started to choke and gag as his abuser forced his dick deep into the boy's mouth, and as his throat convulsed, Jones moaned. His dick was massaged and worked like only a few times before and he almost came instantly. Pulling back he tried to catch his breath, tried not to show how horny Billy made him.
The boy took a deep breath to regain his senses. Even though the man’s dickhead was still near his mouth, and Jones filmed the saliva and tears, much to his delight, Billy knew that he would soon have to take his tormentors big cock once again. He knew the paying followers out there loved to see a humiliated jock.
After Jones composed himself again, he started to fuck the young athlete's face in earnest, moving his aim to hit the boys throat at different angles, trying to make Billy gag and choke even more, even harder. He got high on the power he had over the poor jock, and this time he could not hold back for long. He held his dick deep in Billy's throat at first, but pulled back. He wanted to make sure Billy would taste that first cum, and then he wanted to shoot some over the boy's face. He had a hard time filming a closeup video of the ordeal with his phone, but he managed to maintain a steady hand and used his IPhone to make the first real facefuck video of his new Star.
After his orgasm subsided, he pushed the boy off his dick. Billy knelt back, panting and sobbing. Jones tormented him even more, still filming, hoping the boy would give good answers:
"Not bad son, not as good as Jimmy sucks dick, but not bad for a first timer! It was your first time, wasn't it?"
Billy looked up to Jones with teary eyes. Jones repeated his question more forcefully, for the fun of the users: "I asked a question, pussy mouth! Your stupid, fuckboy? Was it your first facefuck, or does someone else use you already?" He waited a second, but Billy was in shock. Jones slapped his face, hard, once, twice.
" Uhg uhm..aurgh... I.. I... never.. " Billy tried to stutter an answer.
Jones slapped him again: "I will teach you to answer your master, slut boy!" He did not show how delighted he was for real. The paying users would be thrilled by this first video."Your first time?"
The kneeling boy watched him wide eyed, but took a deep breath and answered: "Yes sir!"
Mr. Jones looked down at the sobbing boy. Billy's face was nicely painted with a load of cum and streaked with his tears. Jones voice was sickeningly full of sweet false sympathy as he smiled:
" MyMyMy, Billy, what's wrong... you did a good job for a beginner, you should be proud of yourself!"
Billy looked down. Still on his knees, the muscle boy now no longer looking like the former cocky jock, openly weeping like this. Jones knew the footage would sell brilliantly, his users loved a tormented, humiliated hot jock. Most of them had suffered from some jock's cruel jokes, and now, being rich and powerful, they wanted and needed their revenge.
Jones had made Billy strip naked while he worked the boy over, and now the boy’s big dick had reacted, like any healthy boy would have reacted. His dick was full of blood, almost against the boy’s will, betraying the boy’s sexual identity. Jones was delighted. His users would love seeing the process of breaking another jock’s will had begun.
As they were on a jock's typical turf, his garage gym, Jones knew what those users wanted to see. He made Billy sit on his weight bench and work his arms with some heavy weights.
The cameras Jones had installed were filming as he told Billy what weights to use, how many reps to make, as he worked him like a coach would. A really cruel, somewhat sadistic coach, really making the boy sweat, grunt, and, in the end, plead for mercy. Jones worked the boy with a small whip as he made him do more reps, work heavier weights.
Billy was struggling to do much more than he would have done usually, while the "Coach" Jones spurred him on. Jones worked the young athlete for almost two hours, until Billy felt his world spin around him. His heart pumping hard, he saw a dark shadow, right before he passed out for a minute.
"Urghmm.… uhm…. urghhhh.... hey…. urgh!" He spluttered and panted as he woke up, blindly blinking into a bright light, feeling something wet hit his face. As he opened his eyes and focused, he saw a smiling Mr. Jones stand over him …. and felt a strong stream of piss hit his face.
"Hey…. Stop…. Damn.… urghmm.… uhm.… Whatcha doing?"
As he opened his mouth to protest, Jones once more aimed just right and Billy tasted the man's piss. Jones' face feigned being angry as he backhanded the boy. A hard blow almost made Billy's head explode, he thought, but was enough to shut him up. Jones in fact was delighted that this act of perversion had pulled Billy back from the edge of breaking. It was much more fun to take his time.
"Don't you dare to pass out during a workout session! Don't you dare to speak to me like you just did! Get up you fucking slave, you need to be punished!"
Jones was jubilant, but his face and voice didn't show anything else than anger as he grabbed Billy's hair and roughly pulled the boy up. The older man showed surprisingly strength as he manhandled the still weak boy, made him stand, and cuffed his hands up over his head and onto a solid hook in the ceiling.
"Now you may relax, kid. You will go no where, you can hang out a bit if you want to!"
Billy blinked, not fully understanding what was happening to him, how Jones could overpower him so easily, how he ended up like this, vulnerable, weak, naked, his legs shaking as they tried to support his weight. The boy knew he would hang down from the cuffs, painfully, if he gave in now. He closed his eyes for a second to concentrate and regain some strength, and his legs found a solid stance. Feet a little apart, legs a little spread to support his weight in an ideal way, without having to crouch or bend. As he opened his eyes again, he saw the grinning neighbor, now fondling a fierce looking whip.
Jones smiled: "I knew you had it in you, boy! You have more power than that other boy. He was openly begging at the point that the both of us have reached now. You're stronger, I can see it. As he was begging to be allowed to do all I wanted, you seem still to be full of resistance."
Jones walked around the boy, and Billy felt the man's hands roaming all over his body.
"Weak for a moment, but I will train you to be a real muscle slave! You will be able to take all I will give you in no time! On stage you will perform like only a few slaves before you!"
Jones lifted Jimmy's face and smiled directly into it, sadistically, lewdly, and surprisingly for Billy, cool. Like a businessman Jones did not look horny, he was not sweating, he was not panting as he told Jimmy what the future would bring the boy.
"You will work hard for me and my associates, boy, very hard. And I guarantee you: You will not like it at all!"
Jones read Billy’s face. He knew the boy needed some time to fully understand what was in store for him.
The man fondled Billy's fat dick, and, much to his surprise, the jock realized his dick was as hard as steel. Jones chuckled lewdly: "Nice and hard, you seem to like it, boy!"