Date: Fri, 27 Sep 2002 14:13:22 +0100 (BST) From: rimboy Subject: billy's initiation part 3 It is not my intention to offend or shock, so if you are underage or it is illegal to read adult material where you live, please exit, otherwise enjoy, remembering that this is fantasy sex and contains practices which are unsafe in the real world. Thank you all for your comments, ideas and encouragement. I'm pleased so many of you seem to be enjoying Billy's experiences. It's great hearing from you guys, so I hope you like this instalment. Part 3 Billy woke and opened his eyes. He stretched his young, hard sexy body, felt the familiar heavy hardness of his cock between his legs, the stiffness of his nipples and the pleasant, insistent pressure of his full bladder. But something was different too. Another pressure, this time in his ass, filled and stretched him. A package had arrived yesterday and following the instructions in the note he'd found inside. He'd inserted the rubber plug into his smooth, wet ass last night before he slept. Now his ass felt full, the pressure increasing his usual morning horniness. He remembered the rest of the letter and reached over to grab the briefs from the pillow by his head. He brought them to his face and breathed in deeply. His senses filled with the familiar ripe odours of sweat, cum & piss. That scrotal, warm but pungent smell of his master's crotch and heavy masculine sex. He breathed it in again and now fully hard, pulled back the covers and headed for the bathroom. There, following the letter, he pissed, showered and shaved. Then used the razor again on his heavy cum-filled ballsac and pubes. He removed the plug and washed himself clean, using the enema his master had sent. Then he reinserted the plug, clipped the cockring round his heavy cock and balls and dressed, following his master's directions. It was over a month since he'd met Mike, his master, in the restroom and now Billy was familiar with these rituals of preparation for sex. But today there was something different. Today was Billy's birthday and he was almost giddy with anticipation of what Mike may have planned for him. 'Keep the whole weekend free' was all he had ordered and Billy, of course, had. This last month Billy had thought of almost nothing but sex, and Mike, and of what the tall, well-built stud would push him to do next. He felt on a constant sexual high. He knew that he'd changed too, that the powerful aura of ripe, male sexuality he gave off had its effect on others. As he walked round school or the gym or through town, he knew he attracted looks and attention. He walked differently, aware now of the power of his emerging sexuality. Mike, also aware of the change, encouraged it. He had made Billy dress more provocatively in thin shorts or torn jeans that showed off his tanned, firm legs and firm ass, gave him tight T shirts to emphasize his swollen, stiff nipples. He'd made Billy do other things, too, such as wear a buttplug all day so that he was constantly aware of his asshole being stretched as he squirmed through an hour-long class. Or he made Billy wear a cockring that pushed out his already impressive cock and balls so that they tented lewdly in his thin shorts. On some days Mike even tied his balls so that as Billy walked round he could feel them swing and chafe under the thin or torn fabric. Mike also found some small, discrete nipple clamps that Billy had to wear for hours at a time, making his nips rock hard and making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. Once, dressed like this, Mike had taken him to a bar in an area of town Billy hadn't visited before. Sat there, drinking a beer, he felt practically naked before the stares and lustful glances of the other men in the bar. Mike had handed him something - a pair of his underwear he'd worn on site for days - and whispering obscenities in Billy's ear had made him sniff and smell the ripe, rank material until Billy got so aroused that he'd cum - soaking his thin shorts. Mike had taken the underwear away from him and ordered Billy to go to the bar for another drink. As he walked, he could see the guys staring at the big wet patch on the front of his shorts, the sticky trails of cum dripping down his legs, the wet fabric clinging lewdly to his still semi-hard cock. Several guys had made comments; a couple of them had grabbed his ass and pushed their fingers into his crack. One guy had even twisted Billy's nipples as he walked past. But he got the drink, despite the leers and comments of the barman, and returned to the table. They finished their drinks quickly, several guys shooting envious looks at Mike, and then they left. Minutes later Mike fucked Billy furiously in an alleyway behind the bar until they both came to shattering climaxes. They came again and again when they re-lived the horny scene back at Mike's house. Another time Mike had taken Billy back to the restroom where they'd first met. He made him strip in the stall and use a dildo on himself - letting guys watch him through the gloryhole. But Billy was not allowed to touch either his own any other guy's cock. Eventually, several guys had got so horny that Mike had pulled Billy out of the cubicle and made him kneel, still fucking himself with the black dildo, while 4-5 guys jerked off around him. As they came, showering the naked lad with hot creamy ropes of jizz, Mike had allowed Billy to jerk his own swollen dick, then watched as Billy lapped up all the cum from his smooth, tanned body. Mike also wanted Billy to show himself off at his gym. Billy's shaved cock and balls, his pale ass sometimes striped with belt marks, attracted lots of stares, both lustful and scornful, from the other guys. Mike made Billy encourage these looks by bending over to show his ass, or by soaping his full, stretched balls until his cock hardened. Guys had come on to him there, tried to grab his ass and cock but Billy was not allowed to reciprocate. Not yet. Billy confessed to a lust for one 6' 4" built jock, and Mike made him wait until the jock went to the showers so that he could steal his sweaty, pissy jock. He brought it back to Mike's house and the stud made Billy kneel, his face in the jock, his ass pushed up lewdly to receive his master's belt. Afterwards Mike had fucked him all night, his face still in the jock or with the sweaty, rank fabric pushed into Billy's mouth. Mike looked round the room and was satisfied. It was all ready. Today was his lad's birthday. He had something very special planned; today he wanted Billy to experience heights of sexual pleasure that he would remember all his life. The doorbell rang, so he climbed the stairs from the cellar to answer it. Soon he was passing round beers to the three mates he'd invited to share in Billy's party and the guys knew enough of what was planned to be on a sexually-fuelled high. They were three powerfully built, goodlooking men. All three exuding an aura of powerful male sexuality. And Mike had had great sex scenes with all three. Bill was a tall, well-built black guy who had worked with Mike for years now. They knew each other, knew each other's tastes sexual and otherwise. Bill was 37, kept himself in shape, and was justly proud of the huge dick that lay packed in his jeans. He knew exactly why Mike had invited him tonight. Mike knew he had the largest, heaviest cock of any of his mates and that he knew what to do with it. Bill had been one of the guys in the restroom jerk off scene and now his balls ached with lust at the thought of seeing Billy's luscious naked body again. Matt was a new guy on the site. But after day one Mike was in no doubt of his sexuality. The blond, tanned Germanic stud had been on his knees, deepthroating Mike's powerful dick within hours of starting his job. They'd had several sessions since then and Mike had told him all about Billy. The boy sounded hot and Matt was looking forward to getting his smooth, well-shaped cut 8.5-inch cock down the boy's throat. Finally there was Paul, the owner of the soiled jock Billy had stolen. He hadn't been hard to track down from Billy's description and Mike had found him on the second visit to Billy's gym. He'd come on to the 6'4" muscle jock and they'd had a hot scene with two other guys in a storeroom near the showers. Paul had a 7.5-inch cock, uncut and massively thick. Thicker even than Bill's. As he drank his beer he was already stiff with sexual anticipation. He'd lusted over Billy's ass for weeks and since he had seen it striped with belt marks he'd fantasised even more about using and fucking his perfect body. He dragged his thoughts back to the present and heard Mike explain that Billy was due in 5 minutes. Then all three followed Mike downstairs to the cellar, and sat to wait the show Mike had promised them. The thing which fascinated Mike most of all about Billy was the lad's seemingly unquenchable ability and desire to cum. Usually in their sex sessions in this very room he'd seen the lad cum 6-7 times, and had the uneasy sense that Billy could manage even more than that. Mike could match him for the first 5-6 times, but even he had to admit defeat in the face of Billy's apparently inexhaustible supplies of boyjuice. Billy's ejaculations were copious too: he produced pools of sweet, thick, creamy cum. Mike loved to eat it almost (but not quite) as much as Billy did. Sometimes, watching Billy lap up a pool of his own cum, Mike felt an almost aching desire to make the boy come again and again and again. All Mike's attention over the last few weeks had seemed to make Billy's already large balls even bigger and his loads even more plentiful. Certainly, all the tying, weighting and stretching had made the boy's balls hang lower. Mike loved now to watch them swing when the lad walked, and would never tire of the sight of them hanging low between his legs when Billy was on his hands and knees, ass pushed up and legs spread obscenely open. Most of all Mike loved to feel and weigh them in his hand, watching the boy's pleasure as he handled the jizz-filled, lemon-shaped nuts. As Billy followed Mike down the stairs he felt almost sick with sexual anticipation. As soon as he had closed the door Mike had ordered the boy to strip. Now, as he made his way down the steps, he could feel his heavy erect cock slap up and down against his stomach, feel the plug in his butt and the clamps Mike had immediately applied to his sensitive swollen nipples. The room had changed. It was dark, apart from a big white screen at one end. So dark that Billy could make out very little. Mike led him to a frame in front of the screen and tied his wrists and ankles to it so that the boy was stretched, exposed and facing the screen. Mike pulled out the plug and slid a thinner, smoother probe into Billy's willing ass, so that he could feel the tip resting against his prostate. Then he felt Mike attach something to the clips on his nipples, then to his exposed pits, cock, and nuts. Mike moved away, the screen flickered into life and with a groan Billy recognized the scene projected there. It was one of Billy and Mike's first sessions together. He had no idea Mike had videoed their sex sessions. As he watched his body writhe with pleasure on the screen, his hard cock got harder and started to ooze drop after drop of sweet/salty pre. The room filled with the sound of Mike's voice on screen and Billy's own moans of pain/pleasure, but as Billy's attention was transfixed, he began to feel a tingling sensation: his nipples, his cock, his balls all experienced a pleasurable tickle and deep in his ass, he felt the same tingling thrill throb in his prostate. As the feeling continued, even grew, Billy could not help letting a moan of pleasure escape his full, slutty lips. His cock jerked and twitched as the lewd scenes on the big screen in front of him showed his distended cock, also swollen and about to ejaculate. The sensations suddenly intensified, his whole ass seemed on fire and as his huge cock shot cum on screen, so his tied, stretched body convulsed and he felt the first powerful cum of his birthday. The boy's cries of pure pleasure, the sensation of orgasm spreading into his nipples, pits, balls and also deep, deep into his prostate, mingled with the cries of pleasure on screen. Also, some part of Billy was aware of other moans in the room too and also the heavy 'splat, splat, splat' of his copious load as it landed in front of him. The sensations all over his hard, naked body decreased to their lowest level and the images on the screen changed. Now it was the scene in the restroom, that time Mike had made him strip and dildo fuck himself. Billy hadn't even seen a camera! As the scene grew hotter, as he knelt, dildoing himself, the guys jerking off around him, Mike's voice off camera barking orders, Billy felt the tingling sensations grow again, again his body began to pulsate with pleasure, he heard his own groans compete with the noise on screen. As a tall, well-built black guy with an enormous cock moaned and ejaculated on screen, splashing Billy's kneeling body in shot after shot of creamy jizz, Billy felt his realtime orgasm build. Powerless to stop the sensations all over his body he came again. His body convulsed with his second orgasm and a deep guttural groan escaped his lips. Again he heard other moans in the room and heard his heavy load land on the rubber sheet underneath him. Mike couldn't believe the scene in front of him. As Bill, Matt and Paul watched, hidden by darkness, his boy was shooting load after load of juice. It was better than anything he'd ever imagined. He adjusted the level of the power Billy was feeling throughout his perfect, hard body. Again and again, Mike made the boy cum. His cock never softening, his moans of pleasure increased in proportion to how much power Mike allowed through to the wires attached to Billy's nipples, pits, cock, balls and attached to the probe pushed deep into the boy's ass. The smell of sexual excitement in the room was overwhelming. Not only the smell of Billy's cum and the smell of the sexual sweat running down his taut, pulsating body, but also the scent of the 4 men watching as they moaned with longing as the boy experienced orgasm after orgasm. The scene on the screen changed. This time it was the scene between Paul, Mike and the two guys in Billy's gym. Even in his feverish state Billy recognized the jock's perfect body and thick cock with a groan of desire. It was as though every fantasy the boy had ever had was being flashed up on the screen in front of him. As he watched his Master and the jock stud on screen as they used each other's bodies and made the two other guys tongue their assholes and swallow their heavy cocks, Billy felt the sensations over his own body grow again. Part of his mind thought I can't keep cumming, this has to stop, but the other part didn't want it to stop. The pleasure was intense, sometimes almost unbearable, but his mind raced with what he was seeing on screen and what he was feeling through his whole body. As the jock stud shuddered to a climax over the face of one of the kneeling guys on screen, his own orgasm shuddered again through his young body, forcing out yet another stream of boyjuice. He'd lost count, he didn't know how many times he had cum, a part of him realised he didn't care, he just wanted the pleasure to continue forever. Mike watched the boy cum for the seventh time. Less this time, still a good load, but definitely less. By nine it was just one thick glob, that hung on the tip of Billy's swollen cockhead before slowly dripping off. Mike knew the point he wanted was near, very near. He turned the power up again, listening to the boy's moans. He went behind the boy and pulled off the nipple clips and started to touch the swollen tips of hard flesh with his fingers. As the lad writhed, a similar scene played out on screen. Mike whispered obscenities into Billy's ear and he twisted and pulled on the lad's nipples, the sensations made Billy buck, twist and deep moans of pleasure escaped his throat. Mike signalled the guys and Bill, Matt and Paul came out of the shadows and stood, naked, in front of the moaning lad. They started to jerk their hard cocks, slapping them, playing with their own sweaty, stiff nipples as Mike pulled and twisted Billy's. Billy couldn't believe what he was seeing. The shock pushed him over the edge into his tenth, shuddering climax. As the three studs in front of him came, their heavy first loads joining the pool of Billy's cum on the rubber mat, so Billy's body spasmed and his tenth, cumless orgasm wracked his hard, sweating body. Mike looked down; nothing emerged from Billy's twitching, flailing cock. It throbbed, the cumslit pulsated, but nothing came out. Mike gave Billy's tits one last hard twist, slapped the boy ass hard and, turning back to the controls, switched the power off. Although the last orgasm had been almost unbearably intense, Billy felt the sensations stop with a feeling of emptiness. He knew it had to stop, but part of him didn't want it to. He just wanted it to go on and on. He looked at the three, still powerfully erect, guys in front of him with lust, his cock still swollen and hard. Mike came up, detaching the wires and probes and finally untied the boy's wrists and ankles. Billy fell on his knees onto the cum-covered mat. 'Play with yourself' Mike ordered 'Use the cum to play with yourself' Like a slut, Billy started to rub the still warm cum into his body. Rubbing it into his swollen, sore nipples. Using it to finger his asshole, lapping it up from his fingers. The three studs, unable to hold off any longer, approached. As they reached for Billy's cum-smeared,firm body all three men groaned with deep animal cries of pure male lust.