Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2002 22:29:06 +0000
From: Davey R <chunkblossom@hotmail.com>
Subject: bills-goodbye-party-6

This is a dirty sex fantasy based on the Australian soap "Neighbours" and
"Home and Away". The characters I've used from those shows are copyright of
the Grundy Network and Network 7 productions. All the events that follow are
made up by me and have nothing to do with these shows.

I'm using versions of Mitch and Vinnie from my earlier Home and Away-based
series 'Mitch', but you don't need to have read them - this isn't exactly a
complex story ; - )

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For months now, Lance had been looking forward to this trip. A chance to get
some time alone with Billy Kennedy, a chance to unleash all the feverish
desires he'd been harboring since he last saw him. Absence made the dick
grow harder, and he'd spent months fantasising about how he'd enjoy himself
with Billy when the time came. Months saving too, so he could afford to
bring Billy here.

Here was The Kennels. An 'adult resort' he'd heard about from one of the hot
porno actors who'd screwed Billy with a whopping horse-cock. Guy who he'd
met on one of his visits back to Ramsey Street... or rather 'the pit' where
Billy was kept.

<<<

"Whoah, you really like this stuff, don't you kid?" - the dark-haired
horse-cock stud had asked Lance between takes. 'Crunch Masterson' was the
only name Lance had known him by, and he'd kind of enjoyed being in such
tacky company. Crunch Masterson and Kiki Kennedy limbering up for another
porno quickie in an old warehouse. Lance, Tad and Toady were the scene's
audience that day, promising the director/cameraman, an associate of Jake's,
that they'd keep quiet - unless he suddenly decided to have one of them join
in. Tad was there to keep watch at the door of the deserted building in the
deserted district, just in case anyone came by.
The porno movie, one of so many - soon to join the others stacked up by
Lance's VCR, all those cheap hot covers promising cheap hot thrills from
their cheap hot slut -
It was a parody of a gangster movie, and Crunch Masterson was Mr Big,
dealing with the new kid on the block, Cocky Kennedy. The scripts of these
things weren't exactly masterpieces, in fact Toady had written most of it
the night before, but through some convolution or another Cocky Kennedy had
been defeated in his ambitions and had been blackmailed into becoming Mr
Big's lust slave.
Oh yeah, that was the line: "I've got enough evidence to send you to the
chair, Cocky". Masterson said it with a straight face, loosing off his tie
and tearing open his shirt to expose a smooth tanned chest. Having Kennedy
strip for him, down to his underwear, and then...
Oh YES, Lance had thought. Mr Big reaching for the attache case and taking
out the black collar and glistening silver chain.
Then suddenly they had to take a break to repair a fault with the camera.
Lance had the biggest stiff one of all and was waiting impatiently for the
continuation of filming.
"You really like this stuff, don't you?", 'Crunch' asked, and he did. He'd
enjoyed it himself, done it himself that night, that first night when Billy
Kennedy had been broken in Had first been broken in as theirs, as their
property.
Bill Kennedy subjugated. Reduced to captured animal, Bill Kennedy who Lance
had always, always wanted throughout his teenage years to see brought to his
goddamn knees.
Between takes Billy remained on all fours, remained chained, the chain
padlocked onto a radiator. Because though Billy was acting the part of a
slave for this movie, the truth was that he really was a slave, he really
was kept by men.  "Brings back a few memories", Lance smirked at the guy,
but he knew that that wasn't enough. He owned Billy still and ought still to
be enjoying it.
Then the guy told him about the resort.

>>>

The resort; a hotel and secluded private beach, a little way down the coast
from Erinsborough. A place where men could freely enjoy and share the
pleasure of owning other men. The Kennels.

Today, a bright hot sunny day. Lance was enjoying the exhilarating pleasure
of showing off his bitch on the beach. There were a lot of other men there,
all walking their 'dogs' across the sand, slaves everywhere on all fours, at
the end of chains and dog leashes. Hot men everywhere.
Still, hot though they were, Lance knew that there were a lot of guys here
who envied him his own prize. He was expecting a lot of offers in the week
ahead. There were plenty of people here who wanted to get their hand on his
own little bitch, he could tell.

Lance strode along the beach proudly in only his sunny orange speedos - and
even those were a lot more than most of the guys here were wearing. Lance
had been working out and getting a lot of sun, so his body was strong and
bronzed and he was pleased to be able to show it off. I am, he though, an
appropriate master for this bitch. They can see I deserve him.
Naturally, he was hugely erect, but he was hardly the only one. He was proud
of his big long cock and happy to see it protruding from the speedos, its
length stroking the area between his developing abs and the head hot against
his naval.
Billy was the one they'd really all be looking at, and he couldn't fucking
blame them, but he made a nice complement.

Billy was muscular too, more so than Lance, tightly muscular because he
spent most of his days working out to keep the guys hot for him. His
existence depending completely on remaining irresistibly sexy. And luckily
for him, he was. The movements of the muscles in his arms and legs as he
crawled at his master's feet were mouthwatering. He wore a slender
threadlike black thong that disappeared completely between his tight pert
buttocks, and the buttocks themselves were an earth-shatteringly horny sight
for anyone lucky enough to have a back view.
His hair was longer now than it had been in Ramsey Street - in his former
life before he had become the grovelling submissive cum dump he was now. He
relied on the guys to cut his hair anyway, so it was always pretty rough
looking. now it had grown down almost to his shoulders. Lance had taken to
tying it back in a tight ponytail. He'd done that today so that the hair
would not obscure that hot face which he wanted everyone to see, and because
Lance was aroused by the feminine look it gave to the hot little hunk.

Another attractive couple were approaching from across the beach, coming
closer to the wet sand where Lance and his pet were strolling. Lance had had
his eye on this couple since he'd arrived yesterday afternoon, and the
'master' of the two was obviously coming over to speak to him.

This particular guy had a very nice, hugely muscular body which more than
made up for his slightly childish dumb-looking face. He wore tiny red
trunks, but because of his impressive muscular development the package he
carried between his legs appeared tiny too. That made Lance, with his
magnificently large cock, feel more confident about speaking to this guy
than he might have done normally.
There was something oddly dated about his appearance, he had the cheap
sexiness of a guy in a fifties beach movie. The bright red surfboard under
his other thickly muscled arm, the one not holding the leash, did nothing to
diminish the impression. The guy had an enthusiastic glint in his eye, a
grin on his dumb mouth as he got closer and closer and was able to check
Billy out in more and more detail.
"Heel, boy" Lance said abruptly, coming slowly to a halt. Billy stopped
obediently, and Lance turned to look at the guy and his own dog.
The 'dog' was a very cute-looking brown-haired teenage boy with bright blue
eyes. He was short and, though not bulky, had a lot of muscular definition.
The man kept him on a short leash, the way Lance did with Billy. This boy's
own sexy humiliation was equally stimulating. Lance wondered what he might
be able to do with him.
"Hi" Lance said simply.
"Hi" the beach-guy said. "I like your boy there"
"Thanks" Lance said, looking down at the teen by the man's bare feet. "Yours
isn't bad either"
Lance caught Billy looking up at the couple. "Eyes down, slut" he snapped,
and Billy looked away, staring into the wet sand that was inches from his
face.
"What's his name?" Lance continued.
"Mitch" the beach-guy replied, before adding with evident self-satisfaction
"And I'm Vinnie".
Lance nodded. "I'm Lance"
Vinie was staring at Billy's body. "And what's he called?"
"Whatever I want to him to be called" Lance smiled. "Aren't you, faggot?"
"Yes master" Billy answered, still staring into the sand. God, that was so
good. Lance would never tire of it.
Vinnie grinned approvingly. Then he said brightly, "Hey, would you hold onto
mine for a bit while I catch the waves? Then maybe we could go somewhere for
a little, er, get-to-know-you?"
"Sure" Lance answered, taking the leash from Vinnie's hand. Vinnie winked
and headed for the waves.
Still smiling, Lance shook his head. This Vinnie guy was obviouly trying to
tease him. No-one in their right mind could give a damn about surfing with
these two boys to play with, he was just drawing out the tension.
Well, the hell with him. Lance's fun was going to start right here. "You two
need to get to know each other" he said to the two hunks on leashes. "Give
each other a nice kiss"
This Mitch boy and Billy crawled over to each other, their contrasting faces
coming together as Lance sat down to watch. As their eyes met, a spark was
evident and soon the two pretty boys were tonguing deliciously at each
other's mouths, relishing the opportunity to play. It doesn't get much
better than this, Lance thought, as he enjoyed the gorgeous sight of the two
enslaved boys acting on his whims.
Then he realised that of course it could get better than this, and as the
boys continued to kiss he approached this beautiful young Mitch and began
feeling his glistening oiled back with his fingertips and the palms of his
hands, loving the delicious heat and solidity of his flesh. Mitch's boy
arse, wrapped tightly in blue bikini panties, bobbed backwards and forwards
as he kissed at Billy, in and out, in and out as his cock swelled beneath
the sheath of rubber. Kissing now at the boy's back, at the indentation at
the centre and then the musculature on either side, tonguing vengefully
through the taste of sun lotion at the flavour of the skin beneath, Lance
hooked his fingers under the taut wasitband at Mitch's hips, and began to
peel the little panties away. He savoured the moment as the sweet teen boy
arse was revealed in all its youthful perfection, without even the hindrance
of the tiny panties stuck up the crack.
"Mmmmm, this is good, Mitch" Lance growled, aware that his own throbbing
pork sword was already gushing precum, because it was soaking into his pubes
and his speedo and he could smell the saltiness, even though he couldn't see
a thing because all that was in front of him was Mitch's perfect arse and he
was licking the buttocks to enjoy their smoothness. Holding onto his dick
and trying not to cum yet, he used his free hand to finger gently at the rim
of Mitch's asshole, lubricating his fingers with saliva and slowly rubbing
closer and closer to the hole itself. It was an invitingly tight hole, like
Billy's had been the first night, before and endless stream of rough fucks
and penetrations with toys had opened the little bitch's hole up as
effectively as a crowbar.
Mitch's hole was going to be so hot and tight. He'd stopped kissing Billy
now, reacting to the sensations around his hole, raising his head and
gasping.
"Lie down, Billy" Lance instructed, almost unable to speak because it felt
like even the vibration of his vocal chords could trigger the release of all
the cum in him. He wanted the cum in this new boy, this fresh boy, and Billy
was irrelevant for now. Billy lay obediently on his side.
"Close your eyes too" Lance said, and Billy did it. Billy's little penis was
erect, but he wasn't going to be allowed to watch.
"And as for you..." Lance hissed, edging forward. He grabbed Mitch's leash
at the point closest to the collar and yanked his face down into the sand.
He mounted the smaller boy quickly, forcing his whole body flat against the
wet sand as he thrust backwards and forwards into that tempting hole.
Into it. Into it. Oh fuck yeah, he was inside, and it was as sweet and tight
and fantastic as he'd expected. He couldn't help but cum immediately, a hard
hard surge of cum into this boy's asshole, but the savage thrusts as he
orgasmed caused him to push in as deep as he could go. He pressed his chest
as hard as he could against the boy's upper back, reaching out and clutching
the boy's hair at either side, keeping his pretty face forced submissively
down, the boy whimpering in a pleasingly soft voice as he was flattened
against the ground by the force of his master's lust and brute strength.
Several people were watching, and Lance was enjoying that too.
Panting, he slowly pushed himself up from the boy, and noticed Vinnie
standing close by.
"Hey, fair's fair, mate" Vinnie said. "Now I get to have a go at yours"
He looked around. "But not here. Meet you tonight in the bar"

They spoke for a while that night, Lance and Vinnie. Sitting at a table for
two with a drink while the bitches on leashes sat on the floor. Vinnie was
from a place called Summer Bay, said Mitch had lived there too until Vinnie
had found him work here. Mitch, it turned out, was one of the resort's
live-in bitches, available for hire to all the guests. "A dream come true
for our little Mitch", he assured Lance. Demonstrating, he clicked his
fingers at Mitch, and Mitch began to kiss gently at Vinnie's feet.
"Cool" Lance grinned, and had Billy do the same. The two men continued their
conversation with the two faggots kissing their feet. True slaves, turned on
by their own pathetic submissiveness. Lance recounted the details of how
Billy had came to be in his possession, and that of the men of Ramsey
Street, Erinsborough. Vinnie was eager to get contact details in case he
ever made it to that area. Lance promised to at least send him copies of
some of Billy's hottest porno tapes.

After they'd finished their first drinks, Vinnie said he wanted to show
Lance one of the best attractions here. They went to the toilets, their boys
in tow.

The bathroom was surprisingly large, almost as big as the bar. Seven men
were standing pissing at the urinal trough with their 'pets' at their feet.
"Cool" Vinnie said, "No-one's started yet. Looks like we might be the first
of the night"
"Huh?" Lance asked.
"I'll show you what this room gets used for" Vinnie bragged, hooking his
hands under Billy's armpits to drag him closer to the trough. Vinnie's grip
was powerful and Billy slid across the floor on his knees.
"Right" Vinnie said at the trough. "Let's get your face into that piss"
And he shoved Billy's head into the piss. "Ungh yes!" Billy gasped before he
could stop himself, because the little fucker had come to love and crave the
smell and the taste of men's piss. The drainage in the trough was bad and
there were no urinal cakes. It was designed to retain an inch depth of piss
without overflowing, it was designed for THIS. For Billy's face pushed into
the piss, glugging and spluttering, taking his breaths each time his mouth
left the stream as Vinnie's strong arm shoved that face up and down in the
dark golden piss, the silly ponytail flapping from side to side and brushing
over Vinnie's hand.
"Oh man, yeah!" Vinnie yelled, "Taste that piss, fucker!". He yanked down
his shorts and unleashed his dick, huge now it was erect, pulled Billy's
panties from his arse and dove right in, bending his knees without actually
bending down, he buggered the little bastard senseless as he splashed that
face in and out of the combined piss of dozens of men. Bill clutched
white-knuckled at the edge of the trough as he screamed "Fuck me, fuck me
yeah" through bubbles and splashes, froth of piss, "Oh yes master yes, yes,
uhhhh God, this piss is great..."
"Enjoy it, faggot! It's like fine champagne to a bitch like you, ain't it?"
Vinnie goaded as he shot his load up the fucker. The other men in the
bathroom were already gathering round waiting for their turn.

Team sport. Anyone fucked in these toilets was fair game and available for
the use of all. His face held in the trough of piss by a succession of men,
Bill was fucked repeatedly by a series of young and older men. Guys pissed
into the urinal and on him even as he was fucked, until finally a hot black
bodybuilder with a shaved head and sculped handsome face took it on himself
to scoop Billy up in his boulder-muscled arms and plop the length of Bill
Kennedy's whole body into the trough itself. It was a tight squeeze but the
bodybuilder managed to cram him in, and with Billy's entire sexy body lying
in the trough, seven men were able to stand in a row and jerk off over him,
turned on by the way his face and his hot muscles glistened and shone with
the piss, by the intense stench of the piss that that he lay in. They shot
ribbons and squirts and splatters of cum all over him, so that it was
streaked over his thighs, his genitals, his stomach, his cute pecs, his
throat and of course his face. He wanked himself off frenziedly as the jizz
coated his piss-stinking body, and he shot bright white cum over his own
chest as he opened his mouth to catch a huge load of cum from the
bodybuilder's whopping cock.

"Now climb out of there, bitch!" Vinnie commanded, to the disappointment of
a pair of college-age guys just entering the toilets.
Billy did as he was told, and a crowd of men watched in satisfaction as his
utterly degraded body crawled across the slippery bathroom floor behind his
masters, trailing piss and cum as he was lead out of the building on a
chain.

This is what I call a holiday, thought Lance.