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The Blackmail of Billy Miller -4-
Mr. Jones gave Billy a sexy looking pair of extra tight and super short cutoffs and a small T-Shirt, and they now left the boy’s makeshift garage gym. Billy had worked out hard that entire afternoon, performing for the cameras Jones had installed in every possible place. The man was already making a huge amount of money from the newest jock he had had taken under his wing, but he always wanted more, and so, today, he was about to introduce Billy to another way of being of service.
Jones knew the boy was most likely straight, just doing gay stuff while he was drugged and forced, which suited Jones just perfectly. His clients wanted to use and abuse a boy that hated what they did to him.
Today, however, Billy would play a different role. His online performances had attracted not only men, but also women, rich women, often in stressful positions, knowing what they wanted and were willing to pay for it.
Jones, Billy’s new ‘Mentor’, knew that the lad was now nicely brainwashed and there was no need to restrain him, cuff him. Jones was certain that Billy would not ‘run’.
He chuckled nastily as he said: "I saw you had fun, boy, watching that video about the two men fucking that woman, the other day. She was quite a beauty, huh?" He waited for the boy's reaction, and Billy, even though his brain was still slow from the drugs, formed a thought and tried to answer:
" Uhg..uhm.. yeah..uhm" he uttered. Jones chuckled again, patting Billy's naked leg.
"Yes kiddo, you would certainly look good fucking her. I really would love to watch that ass of yours move up and down as you fuck, I’m sure you look like a well oiled fuckmachine!"
Jones had started to market Billy’s porn-videos online. Soon the videos of his sexy new model getting fucked hard by porn studs sold just as well as all the others from Jones's production company. Requests for other types of scenes rolled in. The audience wanted to see Billy in roles like gardeners, pool boys and such like.
One particular woman's husband had a special wish: He got perverted joy in sharing his beautiful wife's encounters with the world, without her knowing, and he even made money out of it. In his eyes it was only fair to get the money back she had spent, and this time Billy was the boy the man wanted to partner his wife.
Jones had received a few pictures from the client that he had found online, showing housewives with pool-boys, female teachers with students and the like..
The man wanted to see Billy in certain situations, all making sure his youthful masculinity was contrasting perfectly with the man’s wife’s beauty and style.
Even Jones had no idea what the client’s wife would do with Billy, and he was not in the least bit interested. The only rule he laid down was that the boy should not receive injuries that wouldn’t heal without scars.
Billy had no idea what was about to happen. The high school student and wrestler was nervous, but his cock was already hard in his tight cutoffs.
The sexy blond boy, object of desire for all the girls in the small town, sat in Jones’ car, waiting to see where the man was taking him.
This part of town was well known for it’s huge mansions and the rich residents, and Billy felt under-dressed, almost naked, as they passed a few pedestrians, idly walking their dogs, dressed in designer clothing, and even a few high school students, chatting and flirting with not a care in the world, looking like their sneakers alone would be worth a thousand dollars a pair.
When Jones stopped in front of a huge gate, it opened immediately. Someone was already waiting for them, watching for their arrival.
Jones followed a long driveway and stopped in front of a huge mansion, telling Billy to get out and have fun. “Be a good boy, and do what they want from you, you hear?”
Billy knew Jones would punish him if he did not perform as he was supposed to, and even then the punishment would be filmed and sold for a profit.
As the huge door opened, a boy and a gorgeous woman greeted Billy warmly, much to his surprise.
The boy was of Billy’s age, good-looking and well groomed, and the woman that followed him looked simply breathtaking, a beautiful Lady in her late forties or early fifties, with perfect hair and make-up. The two of them were scantily dressed as if they had already started their foreplay and just grabbed a piece of clothing each to open the door. Billy felt his dick grow, almost against his will, while his brain tried to process what was going on.
The woman smiled, while the boy gave Billy a somewhat arrogantly appraising look.
“You will do, I guess! What do you think, Mom?”
Billy knew now what he had already guessed. Jones wanted him to perform for a weird duo of mother and son. Billy knew nothing about the husband and father who paid Jones to provide Billy.
They lead the way.
“Strip, buddy. Let us see what we are working with today!” The young man told Billy.
One thing was clear: Billy would have to follow the orders from this boy, even though they were perhaps both the same age. It was the boy who controlled the action, at least for now. His hands felt Billy’s muscles, slowly opened his tight jeans, fondled his huge dick.
The rich blond adonis moaned deeply as today’s object of desire stood in front of him, naked, hard, pulsing in anticipation.
Billy had forgotten about the boy’s mom, and he flinched when he felt her hand on his shoulder, whispering into his ear: “You will do so much with us today, my boy. However, the pleasure will be all mine!”
He looked up, and saw himself and the women in a huge mirror. She had changed while her son had started with Billy, now wearing a dress by some designer, black, tight, sexy, and certainly expensive. He looked down and saw her high-heels, and his cock jumped as he remembered the countless fuck-videos he had watched over the years.
He had always dreamt about a woman like this, a woman riding his cock while still wearing her high-heels.
He had worked as a pizza-boy and a pool-boy to make some money, but such a porn-film fantasy had never happened, until now.
He as the sexy high-school athlete in the hands of an experienced older woman. His dick was already dripping in anticipation.
He moaned as her hands felt him up, just like her son had felt him up before.
“Alexander, today we really have found ourselves a prime side of beef, don’t you think, son?”
The words were surprising, and so was the tone. The sexy Lady spoke like a true pornstar, husky, horny, ready, able and willing to perform.
Billy looked around for cameras, but he heard the ‘son’ chuckle and say: “Not in here, buddy, we just have cameras in the fun-room!”
“You will make the two of us very happy, my friend, you had better do!”
Billy heard the unspoken threat. He knew he better perform well, and the boy, just as his mother, was hot enough to turn him on immensely.
Billy watched mother and son hold hands as they lead him through the mansion. Little did he know what waited for him.
Meanwhile, Mr. Jones had another project that needed his undivided attention.
A client had ordered a special film, and the client was even playing a central role in the play.
The studio had used some office furniture to design a set looking like a school’s front office, and a young ‘actor’ was waiting on a hard wooden bench facing the Principal’s assistant’s desk.
The boy showed a certain bravado that was perhaps just a facade, and his mandatory school uniform was wrinkled and would certainly not be helpful when facing his Principal.
As the phone on the assistant’s desk rang once, the spectacularly muscled young porn-star playing the office clerk looked at the student with a little pity, before he licked his lips and said:
“The Principal is now ready for you, Johnny!”
Before Johnny closed the door, the clerk heard the Principals voice: “Assume the position, boy!”
‘Principal Carter’, the man who paid for today’s scene, was not in the mood to play around. He watched Johnny strip off his shirt and kick off his shoes. The boy had been here before, had been in this situation before, the man had written down a makeshift ‘script’ he wanted to follow.
The boy simply stood in the middle of the room, ready for inspection, his dick already hardening under the eyes of the ‘Principal’.
As always, ‘Principal Carter’ was marveling over the boy Jones had sent for a new scene.
Jones was a master. Mr. Carter never tired of the boys the man provided, and today was no exception. The wrinkled dress-shirt the boy had worn at first had hidden what was now openly on display, a body to die for, a true masterpiece.
As usual in situations like this the ‘Principal’s’ mouth was watering. This sexy jock, a real ladies man, would not like what he was going to do for the next hour, but his little ‘mistakes’ needed to be addressed and punished.
The ‘Principal’ looked forward to feeling the boy struggle. He loved to feel a boy’s muscles quiver, he loved to feel a boy give in, he loved to feel the resistance fade as he used his well tested methods to reduce a cocky jock to a sobbing piece of fuckflesh, right in front of him.
Mr. Jones, watching on camera in the directors studio, knew their client was rich but also a pathetic wimp who would have never had the courage to openly approach a young athlete like today’s model.
Johnny. Jones had to tell the client all about the boy, all about the information Jones had used to control the tightly muscled young man, all about Johnny’s weak points as well as the things he enjoyed .
On set, Carter now played the role he had dreamt up: The ‘Principal’ looked up from the file he was reading, peered at another thing on his computer, and then addressed Johnny:
"You know why you are here, boy, your evaluation"
It was not important if the script was in anyway realistic. The fantasies of the client were the only important things on a day like this.
Carter had seen Johnny perform in several hardcore porn videos online, videos Jones’s studio had marketed over the course of not even a year. The client had unlimited money, so Jones had given him what he wanted as Carter decided to take his own close look at the boy, to find out what hidden gem the boy really was.
For today’s filming, the script said, ‘Principal Carter’ had summoned the boy to attend ‘extra classes’, and Johnny knew better than to anger the important man.
Johnny knew ‘he’ had to play a student who was at the school because his parents had somehow made it possible to enroll him at it, but he did not know that they had not paid his tuition. He himself had to work off their debt.
Mr. Carter had written his role as the Principal with glee. In his role, he would play a man who was only too willing to help out with the ‘special needs’ the school’s boys had. They did not need math’s or a foreign language, they needed hard workouts and a firm hand.
The ‘school’ specialized in working with the more difficult students, all boys who were perhaps a little too cocky, a little too filled with hormones, a little too sporty. And certainly too dumb to handle all the potential God gave them.
The Principal smiled maliciously as he said: "You know I have to go by the rules, Johnny …."
A set of rules he had written himself, but he did not go into details. He looked at the muscular boy as if he would like to eat him, before he said:
"I have to check your physicals, boy. I have to make sure you are as good as our standards ask for. I want you to stand straight for your inspection!”
Johnny, already standing, straightened nervously and waited for the Principal to give the command that was so common in these halls, even though highly uncommon in any other, normal, school.
"Strip, boy, I wanna see you naked!" The ‘Principal’ looked briefly at his computer to make sure Johnny was right in the center of the various cameras that, perfectly hidden, aimed at the boy's body.
Mr. Jones always provided state of the art video equipment, and he also took the raw footage and edited it to perfection. Mr. Jones, again, the same man that had several boys working for him already. The man was always was looking for new talent, or, as he put it, for fresh meat for a greedy bunch of perverts.
The client was an old friend of Mr. Jones.
Carter licked his lips in anticipation as Johnny opened the last buttons of his shorts and pushed them down over his round, tight, muscular ass.
The boys broad shoulders and hard, perky pecs were a sight to behold, and the ‘Principal’ could not restrain himself, adjusting the growing bulge in his expensive suit trousers. The boy's nipples stood out harder and bigger than someone might expec t from a normal boy, but Johnny was not normal.
After almost a year under Jones’ supervision, he was a highly trained and perfectly groomed prized fuck-toy, not much more than a sexy animal in a stable of many sexy animals. Johnny never argued when Jones told him what to do, Johnny worked out hard, Johnny took the pills the man provided, and Johnny had been worked over with all the toys perverted paying guests came up with.
His nipples had been worked with suction cups, nipple-clamps, weights, electrodes, ice-cubes or just simply the lips and teeth of a greedy client.
"Very nice" the ‘Principal’ commented. "Your nipples look good enough to eat, my boy. Dr. Cummins did a good job!"
‘Dr. Cummins’ was pure fantasy. The client somehow included his ideas in a scene, but no one bothered about the words he said while the filming took place.
He smiled as the boy closed his eyes for a split second. Johnny seemed to live through another painful day of shooting a film for Jones, a day with a perverted client who really worked him over.
Today’s client clearly remembered the video of the last painful session. The poor sexy athlete had been strapped in the Doctor’s chair, helplessly struggling, while ‘the good doctor’ worked his nipples.
The video had shown his merciless torment, it showed how Johnny’s nipples had to endure crocodile clamps with weights that stretched them out, just as suction pumps that made them swell, and in the end the ‘doctors’ fingernails, pulling and pinching the poor boys nipples until he cried hot tears, sobbed for mercy, promised to do all his client wanted.
The video had been clicked several hundreds of thousands of times on many sites.
In the end the client who had suggested the video not only paid the budget for the filming, but also signed over the rights. Mr. Jones gladly used the idea, even though it was an expensive set, but it looked so realistic that it was used in various films.
After this first video featuring the ‘doctor's office’ set, several videos were done in there, and the studio made a fortune with them.
Today, however, the set was still ‘Principal’s office’.
"Go on my boy, loose those shorts, we don't have all day!" the ‘Principal’ had said as he told the model to hurry up, while the boy carefully pushed his shorts down over his ass.
Johnny knew he would be punished if he did not obey the Principal’s commands as quickly as possible, so he hurried up as he bent down to open his shoes, and then to open his belt and push his shorts right off. The Principal had watched the boy in eager anticipation, but still let out a low moan as he saw the boy’s very big bulge.
Mr. Carter had chosen today’s young actor very carefully. The boy had been selected for his perfect boyish face and overall attributes, but namely for a dick that hung 6 inches soft, and was now 8 inches, and 10 when worked hard, using what the ‘Principal’ loved, a penis-pump.
The client smiled in lustful anticipation as he saw Johnny's dick hung full and thick between those muscular legs. As usual no boy Jones provided was fully soft.
He heard the soft voice of the boy ask: "Sir, please, do we really have to go through the full evaluation process today?" Johnny was well trained. He delivered the lines the script held in store for him perfectly.
Carter smiled lasciviously as he answered: "Oh boy, you know perfectly well we have to, and for that question alone I will have to be especially careful and thorough "
He felt great as he saw the boy swallow nervously. Johnny, the actor, or Johnny the boy, Carter did not know what was perfected ‘play’ or the real reaction of the boy.
Mr. Carter told the fully naked boy to stand at parade rest. In this case he meant the boy should stand straight, pecs and dick pushed out, the legs and arms spread like an x, his arms bent at the elbows so as to have his hands folded on his head.
The Principal stood up and walked around his desk, carefully avoiding the cameras. Mr. Carter knew nothing would be sent out to anyone outside his inner circle of friends without careful editing and some photo shop, but he was always careful. The video cameras only filmed his hands as he moved them over the boy’s muscles, while he felt and massaged the hot toned body of the arousingly young and sexy actor.
Carter knew that Johnny, in real life, had won several wrestling tournaments and many medals and was featured in many articles of the town’s newspapers, but he would no t dare to fight the man who paid for today’s events.
The boy was nothing but an animal to the client, a mere sextoy to use and work with. To Mr. Carter it made no difference that the boy was the property of Mr. Jones, he had rented this sexy piece of fuckflesh for the day, together with the studio and the men that handled it.
Johnny's medals made him just more interesting and more arousing to the man and the crowd of pervs watching the video in future. The boy’s full pictures and some facts would be provided to paying users, and if his life was ruined in the future was of no interest to them.
Mr. Carter, the ‘Principal’, knew that Mr. Jones would more than likely fuck up the young model and sell him off after some time. Most of the boys Jones used ended up like this.
However, today, still living out his own fantasy, Carter watched Johnny’s body carefully as he worked his hands over the hard muscles, covered by soft skin. The boy moaned, hissed once or twice, and gritted his teeth as the client squeezed his heavy balls, but he did not try to stop the man. The young athlete blushed as his heavy dick started to grow hard. Carter knew what to do to arouse a boy like Johnny. Soon the piss slit on the boy's heavy dick started to ooze pre. The ‘Principal’ dipped his fingertip into a dollop of pre and licked it, before he commented:
"Very nice my boy, nice and sweet, just as we like it"
The inspection went on while Johnny moaned in pleasure and pain, and his dick oozed a puddle of pre on the highly polished floor of the office-set.
"Before we start the next part of your weekly inspection, I know you won't hesitate to clean my floor"
The Principal watched smiling as the well trained athlete dropped into a push up with the easy moves and grace his muscles and athletic abilities made possible.
The boy’s tongue lapped up the pre cum his dick had produced until the floor was clean once again. He knew this would not be the only humiliation he would have to endure this afternoon, and he carefully avoided making the man playing ‘the schools highly respected Principal’ mad.
"Very nice, my boy.... and since you are down there now, I would like to see a few push ups.... why don't you gimme 50?" Carter giggled as the boy started to do his 50 push ups.
Johnny soon was done, and even though his skin was now displaying a nice shiny sheen of glistening sweat, he did not show any sign of weakening. If the Principal was pleased or pissed with him, he did not show it. But a first reason to punish the boy was wasted. "Very nice boy.... you know the drill, 50 chin ups!"
Most unusually for a normal Principals office, there were huge double doors that opened into the next room. This next room was carefully set up with machines and equipment like a simple gym plus a little extra furniture. Jones studio provided all kinds of sets, and the ‘gym’ was a very well used one.
The ‘Principal’ now had a little whip in his hands and ‘helped’ Johnny to do the full 50 chin ups. Every now and then he whipped the boys back, ass, or upper legs to encourage him to do his best. He was so immersed in his training efforts that he ignored his own thick dick.
The dick oozed a fair amount of pre cum, and stained the man’s trousers.
Johnny screamed out as a very hard hit of the whip burned into his ass. He just had finished the 49th chin-up as he lost his grip after the sting of the whip. He let go the bar and stood on his feet cowering.
"I am sorry sir! I was about to do my last rep!" His eyes were wide, and his body glistened in sweat looking good enough to lick off the soft skin that covered his hard muscles
He was cut off by a fuming Mr Carter, engulfed in his role and in his lust to torment the sexy athlete: "Look what you have done! My trousers are ruined!"
Johnny knew better than to speak out now. Carter found just the reason to punish the boy, and any reason was good enough. "Arms up boy, you know the drill!"
The man slapped cuffs on chains dangling from the ceiling onto the boys wrists, and soon the sound of a winch could be heard. Johnny had to stand up straight, his arms stretched out high above him.
He still stood firmly on the ground as his tormentor closed leather cuffs around his ankles, and a new push of a button made the wrestler moan as his muscular, solid legs were pulled to the sides, until finally he stood on his tiptoes, stretched out like an X.
The ‘Principal’ smiled maliciously into Johnny's face as he said:
"You, my boy, might think you are God’s gift to mankind, but you're nothing but some good looking muscle jock I can use at will, and you have no means to do anything against it."
Carter had made sure the helplessly tied up boy knew perfectly well what he meant, and as he carefully choose a small whip, the camera followed his every move, this time a camera handled by an experienced photographer.
"Auuurghmmmm!" Johnny screamed out as the ‘Principal’ aimed at his balls, handling the whip masterfully. Carter loved to whip a boy, make him scream, plead, even cry.
Meanwhile, in the mansion in the rich area of town, Billy moaned as well. He knelt on a bed, his face pushed against the pubes of the lady, while the long-haired blond stepson fucked Billy in the ass.
The stepson had seemed to be a soft weakling at first, but soon surprised Billy with his iron muscles, a huge hard dick, and a clear will to use and abuse the boy at will.
While Billy licked the woman, bent over deep, the blond had fingered and greased Billy’s hole thoroughly, taking his time. The stepson was a true lover of boy-ass, and ever since he had fucked a pool-boy, his father made sure cameras filmed the boy’s every move.
The old man watched his third wife and his only son with perverted pleasure, even setting up ‘dates’ like today. Billy, the model he had chosen from Jones’ online catalog, was matching his needs perfectly.
Handsome, muscled, a little dumb, with a stubborn streak, straight, Billy was the perfect candidate to be used and abused by the man’s son, and the perfect fucktoy for his insatiable wife.
The man had no idea how perfectly his wife fulfilled Billy’s wildest dreams. Billy was hard and quivering in sexual lust as the sexy Lady touched him, and to lick her cunt was a dream come true for the young athlete.
He did just moan out a little louder as the blond son started to fuck his ass, pushing Billy’s face only deeper between his stepmoms spread legs.
Billy was in fuckheaven. The Lady, wearing high-heels while he licked her, was his wildest dream.
Meanwhile, in Jones’ studio, the young wrestler still suffered at the hands of today’s client.
Johnny had no idea that the live feed of his torment was watched worldwide. Today's discipline session was carefully planned and advertised, so wealthy perverts all over the world could buy time online to watch what the sexy young stud had to face today. Only a few selected men were on a fixed list of members who could watch the ordeal for free. Those men had contributed something of value to Mr. Jones, had done something helpful for the man. As those men watched the sexy boy sweat and scream under the depraved ‘Principals’ hands, they knew their money was well spent.
Soon Johnny's voice sounded hoarse as the man started to sweat. Mr. Carter was not used to doing physical labor, but he always insisted on doing the training sessions himself. He was delighted as usual that the object of his desire was so well chosen and took so long until he started to plead for mercy. The hard muscled athlete was used to a hard workout, Carter thought.
Johnny hung in the cuffs, panting and sweating, his muscles limp after the man had worked him over really hard.
The boy did not need to act any longer, he was exhausted, in pain, hoping the client had enough for today.
Jones always encouraged his clients to really test a boy’s limits.
The boy, as usual heavily drugged, was still hard, and the client knew the boy was used to feeling the pain and getting sexually aroused. Mr. Jones knew a medical doctor who took care of the boys and always made sure they had the correct amount of supplements. The Doctor personally supervised the boy's daily intake of protein shakes, vitamin pills and other little chemical helpers in exchange for free sexual favors.
Jones even joked to his close friends that usually the parents of ‘his boys’ were delighted how their boys changed under Jones hands.
Johnny's Mom did not think much about the fact that the former wild child was now relaxed, almost docile, all the time, and did just what he was told. She simply loved the positive influence the new neighborhood had on the boy.
She had no idea what training her son received, and if she knew that her beloved son was right now oozing a heavy stream of pre after he had been whipped to delight a client and an audience on screen, she may have had a hissy fit. Oblivious of all of this, she was just glad her son had such a positive role model, now that her husband was working all the time.
Johnny softly moaned out the usual plea after a session like this. "Sir, please let me cum!"
Johnny knew it was going to be a long afternoon, since he had been in Jones studio several times before. Jones took great interest in what he called ‘the education of all the boys who were enrolled by their trusting parents’, he always joked, and was busy trying to do the best possible job to make sure Johnny would learn to be the a useful member of the society. He watched in the director’s booth while the client worked up quite a sweat trying to keep up with the muscular boy, a task which always made the client come back for more.
While Johnny hung naked from cuffs on short chains, suspended by steel cables dangling from the ceiling, Billy had been surprised and overpowered by the Lady and her son. The young athlete panted, breathless. He was on his back now, his arms spread, his hands cuffed to the headboard.
The blond angelic boy had turned into a devilish demon. His stepmom watched, working her sensitive parts slowly with her own fingers, while the boy attached crocodile clamps to Billy’s nipples, nutsack, dick and even other parts of his body. A cleverly engineered device to provide mild electrical shocks to make a body softly move or heavily trash was now in the boy’s hands, and he smiled maliciously as he used it to directly manipulate Billy’s muscles.
As the stepson attached crocodile clamps to his swollen nipples, Billy moaned. For now he was still in sexual bliss, not knowing what the blond had in store for him.
The stepson and his mother smiled obscenely as they heard the boy. The hard muscled wrestler was helpless, knowing his tormentors would not let him off the hook easily, as the nipple clamps closed.
" Auurrghmm god...." Billy moaned as he felt the current rise and his muscles cramp.
The perverted pair loved hearing the pain in the muscled boy’s voice.
" Aurghm please I do anything....don't do this to me"
‘Blond’ looked over to ‘Mom’. He knew the sadistic joy the lady felt right now. He was the one to satisfy her needs, he was the one to torture the boys his dad brought them, he was the one who wanted to please his stepmom at all costs.
The blond young boy-god had a body to die for and the face of an angel, but he was not much more than a willing sex-slave to his stepmother. She knew perfectly that her husband not only bought her all she wanted, he provided all her perverted mind came up with, boys and men to use and abuse at will.
The pair watched Billy toss and turn, still helplessly chained up, legs spread and held wide open by another set of ankle cuffs and short chains. The son set the electronic device that steered the current flowing through the boy’s nipples on automatic and sat down to watch, while now his stepmother knelt down and sucked her son’s rampant cock.
Meanwhile the husband and father, the client who had ordered Billy to come over for today’s afternoon event, read the comments of all the men who paid to watch the whole scene.
He loved to watch such a spectacle, and to share his son’s sexual activities made the man proud. To show his trophy-wife like this gave the man an even better feeling, and to read what online-users commented just made the man feel even better still.
He considered what the boy should go through during a future event. Such a display of open sexual abuse of a helpless young man gave the rich man a feeling of control like nothing else.
He shared Billy’s ordeal, he heard him as he grunted, his muscles tight: "Aurghm please no more.… aurghmm....I can’t take more"
The man and his friends online watched as the boy’s muscles tightened and relaxed, remotely controlled by the merciless algorithm of the machine his son held in his hand. He knew men online watched in awe as the boy’s well trained body gave them a spectacular show, but he was even more was delighted by his own son’s merciless display of ideas to use the naked boy on the bed.
The Blond moaned while he made his own stepmom deepthroat him, and the father watched breathlessly as his son fed the slut the cum the man could no longer produce.
He was impotent, but still loved to watch.
His son pushed his stepmother off his fat cock. He did not plan to cum just yet, he wanted to prolong the fun.
Soon he had added more clamps onto Billy’s balls, and his dick jumped when the device gave Billy short hard shocks. Always interested in science, the boy knew the current flowed out of the boy’s body through the cuffs and steel cables, so a perfect loop was working the boy over and over.
Billy groaned as the Blond switched the machine off, and he sank back limp..
" Please Sir.... please.... untie me.… I will do anything. You can fuck me Sir....or I can suck you…. I do all you want!"
The unlikely pair now let their hands slide over the pumped up muscles of the young hot athlete as they slowly, piece by piece, removed the sharp alligator clamps and the wires.
The Stepmother smiled: "We have great plans for you, boy, elaborate plans. If you are willing to play nicely, you might even have fun being part of those plans."
Billy just moaned as the mistress’ hands caressed his sore muscles. He knew his ordeal was not over, and the fat hard dick of the blond boy gave away what would come next.
In Jones’ studio, another boy was too weak to clamp his muscled ass shut as the ‘Principal’ slid his dick into the boy's rectum. The man loved to feel the velvet canal caress his thick cock, and the boy grunted in pain and lust as the fucking started. It did not take long before the older man moaned and shot a thick load of cum into the tied up boy's ass.
Carter pulled out and let Johnny grunt as his ass felt empty. The man pushed a button, and the muscled boy was lowered to the ground. He was too tired to stand, his muscles could not support his weight for now, and he sank to his knees. Carter uncuffed him and opened the ankle cuffs as well. Johnny was covered in sweat as he knelt naked on the floor, his dick still fully hard and oozing pre. Mr. Jones, still watching on camera, was delighted to see how well all the experimental drugs worked in the boy’s body.
‘Stepson’ addressed Billy: "You wanted to suck my dick, boy! Why don't you go to work?"
"Uhg uhm yes sir... " Billy almost choked out the answer as he realized the Blond was about to straddle him, kneel over his chest, legs spread, dick hard as steel, covered in precum and his stepmom’s saliva.
As Billy’s sexy pouty red lips closed around the son’s dickhead, the blond moaned and his hands held Billy’s head for extra control, as he slid in deep.
The busy jock did not notice ‘Stepmom’ had a little handheld camera and filmed the boy’s face as he sucked dick. Blond boy’s fat cock was deep in Billy's mouth, making him gag and choke, and with every choking his throat massaged the boy’s dick.
Billy's eyes were looking at the boy he sucked, doing a really terrific suck job. ‘Blond’ caressed the boy's face as he made Billy take his dick deep down into the athlete’s throat. Billy's countless hours servicing men's dicks had clearly paid off and had turned him into an expert cocksucker. The clients usually marveled how Jones was able to mould a young sexy jock into a well trained toy, ready to be used.
"UUURGHHMM...Ughmmm....URGGHHHH" Blond and Stepmom heard Billy gag and choke.
The stepson felt the boy’s throat tighten around the head of his penis, and he knew he would cum like a faucet in just a few seconds, so he held the boy’s head tight and really made Billy retch. As he started to feel his cum rise, he made sure Billy's mouth was firmly on his dick when he shot a fat load. Some poured out of the grunting and gagging boy’s mouth, and a grinning Blond pulled out for a classic money shot. He knew his Stepmother held the camera to film a closeup, a really hot scene.
He shot several squirts over Billy’s handsome, well tanned face, and moaned and panted as he slowly came back down from his sexual high.
"Please sir.... may I cum now?" Billy pleaded hopefully. His hopes were not fulfilled. Stepmom and Stepson were all business again. ‘Blond’ simply stood up and walked out into the adjacent bathroom to take a shower, and Stepmom carefully took a little whip into her hand and smiled down at the still tied up and hard Billy:
"Of course not! Who do you think you are, you slut, sprawled out naked on my bed, covered in cum and demanding something?"
Billy bowed his head down as he realized his mistake and waited for the usual punishment. The women aimed and struck with one swift move, smiling wickedly as the whip hit it’s target, the boy’s swollen nuts. She had reminded him of his place. The well trained boy did not dare to move, and he was still cuffed helplessly anyway, so he tried his best to take the whipping.
Soon, the sadistic women knew her efforts came to fruition as Billy first started grunting, then screaming, without any chance to escape, to get away.
She just added a few quick licks with the whip to really show Billy his place, but without breaking skin. Only a pattern of welts on the boy’s wide spread legs marked the punishment he had just received.
The mistress told him coldly, while opening the cuffs:
"You may dress again boy, and leave! And don’t you dare to try and watch my son shower!”
Billy had not even realized that the blond god took a shower behind a glass wall, displaying his sexy body to anyone in the bedroom. The setup was certainly arranged to arouse someone in bed while waiting for a freshly showered young stud like him.
Soon after the episode with mom and stepson, Billy stood nervously in the hot sun, waiting for Mr. Jones exactly were he had told him to be. He again wore his old, tight, ripped jeans cutoff and a tank-top so small it really showed off his muscular pecs, big arms and wide back, and so short it ended just above his six pack abs. The slutty outfit was not Billy's own choice. Mr. Jones had given it to him some time ago, and the man simply loved seeing his newest boytoy dressed like this.
Since the day the already muscular young stud had received the cutoffs, he had gained some more muscles, and Jones thought the cutoffs, and tank-top, fitted really snugly. Billy's fat bulge was prominently displayed. A sight to behold, so Jones had told him as he ordered him to wear it.
It was a few minutes after 5 PM as a car drove up and stopped right in front of the surprised boy. It was a shiny new Mercedes, and Billy knew the owner had enough money to buy whatever he wanted.
Billy saw a window roll down and he heard a voice: "Hey fucktoy, I'm glad to meet you!”
Billy realized Mr. Jones had set him up with another appointment
A chauffeur got out, checked the boy's appearance, and opened the back door. Billy saw a man in the rear seat wanted company, and he slipped into the expensive car. The man smiled at the boy: "We have 30 minutes to kill before we reach my home.... so don't waist time, kneel and suck my dick"
The sexy wrestler did what he was trained for. Billy did not see the man had his mobile phone in his hand, chatting with Mr. Jones, comparing notes, filming the boy's face, the boy's lips close around his fat cock.
The boy would earn his keep, as intended.