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The Blackmail of Billy Miller -2-
Billy still was in his garage gym, still with his tormentor, his neighbor Mr. Jones. He still stood straight, his arms up, his hands cuffed and hooked up to a beam. He could not go anywhere without his perverted neighbor's permission and help.
The man fondled Billy's fat dick, and, much to his surprise, Billy realized his dick was as hard as steel. Jones chuckled lewdly: "Nice and hard, you seem to like it, boy!"
Billy wanted to speak, ask questions, but was too shocked and maybe too shy to say anything. Jones smiled again as he took a remote and started the huge flat-screen on the garage gym's wall, actually his own old TV he had given Jimmy Smith, the former tenants son, as the boy started to set up his private gym.
The TV now showed the scene Jones had shown Billy earlier on his phone. A boy he now knew was Jimmy, the boy living here before him, the boy who slept in his bed before him, the boy who was used and abused by Jones before him. Jimmy was tied over an oil barrel, a ball-gag in his mouth.
Jones stood behind Billy and felt his ass, while Billy tried to look away from the scene unfolding on screen, showing the fate this boy had suffered for some time, and which Billy soon would face as well. He tried to look away, tried not to look at his predecessor.
Jones wouldn't have it. He forced Billy to watch as he lifted the boy's head and turned it to the screen:
"Watch and learn, boy!"
Billy's eyes again filled with tears as he watched Jimmy on screen. The boy grunted into his ball-gag while he was whipped mercilessly, evidently giving a show for the cameras and for the men, and even women, who bought videos like this for their own perverted amusement.
Billy was somehow full of admiration for the boy on screen, a boy he did not even know. Seeing the muscled jock who evidently was not broken but rather suffered a whipping before giving in made Billy hope he could stand the same.
Jones stood right behind Billy, his body pressed into Billy's muscled back, forcing the boy to stay turned to the screen, stay focused on the scene. Jones wanted to teach Billy a valuable lesson for the future, and the boy needed to see it to understand.
Jones’ dick was as hard as steel in anticipation. He held the boy tight, forcing him to watch the screen, while he pressed his bulge against the boy’s ass-crack.
Billy was in shock as a pair of hands on screen pulled the ball-gag out of Jimmy's mouth, and, with a throaty hoarse voice, he heard the boy say, almost pleadingly:
"Please Master may I get fucked again?"
A hugely muscled black guy started to fuck the boy.
While Jimmy on screen moaned out those words, Jones had freed his cock and pushed it deep into Billy's tight ass. He knew the boy had never played around with the cucumber, as the faked video had shown.
More than likely his ass was virgin, and Jones felt his newest boys’ round muscle-butt was actually quite different to Jimmy Smith' wellfucked ass. Jones' dick was too hard too fight off, and soon Billy felt his assring give way to the rampant rod. He screamed in pain as his virgin hole took it's first invader.
Jones knew Billy would wish it was the cool cucumber that was now forcing its way into the boy's tight sphincter. Jones’ cock was much thicker at it's knob than any cucumber, so it made Billy grunt, moan and scream in pain as the man pushed in deep, in one long, merciless move. He took his time, he wanted the pain on Billy's face, he wanted to film the boy grunt or even better, scream.
" UUURGHHMMM Sir AUUrhgmm its too THHIICKKK!"
Billy pleaded for mercy as Jones’ fat dick conquered his ass. The pervy neighbor had fun hearing the boy's throaty voice, just like all the boys pleaded when they were fucked for the first few times.
"Nonsense boy, we all saw you fuck your pussy with that green dildo made by Mother Nature! " Jones had fun tormenting the helpless young athlete with the vision of the fake scene they watched earlier. Billy was panting by now, hanging limp as his knees buckled, and Jones fucked him hard and deep.
Jones knew what the screen would display next, Jimmy Smith taking a fat dildo mounted on a fuckmachine, working his ass mercilessly. Jones knew the video would drive Billy crazy, showing him a glimpse from the other boy's past, and also a view into his own future, but he would have to watch it, forced to watch it.
The man fucked Billy as he held his head up, and the boy's eyes widened as he watched the new camera angle on screen. His saw Jimmy, filmed with wide spread legs, his young body helplessly tied up, and a fat man fucked his face. Billy could hear Jimmy gag and choke as he heard the man taunt the boy:
"Don't be a pussy, I know you take dick down your throat!"
The scene changed again as the camera moved, and Billy saw the boy's spread legs, tied wide open, and his fat dick perfectly displayed between them, hard and oozing a steady stream of white precum, perfectly contrasting with the boys skin. As the cam zoomed out, the fat dildo could be seen, mercilessly pumping in and out of Jimmy's ass, driven by a tireless fuckmachine robot.
Again the camera zoomed out, and Billy saw the face of the man who had fucked the boy's throat. He smiled, lewdly, watching the scene, waiting for the next phase of Jimmy's torment.
Just as Jones fucked Billy's ass even harder and deeper, his hand reached for Billy's dick.
He had timed the video and his own fuck so perfectly that Billy came just as the boy on screen came as well, hands-free, purely from the motions of the dildo deeply embedded in his ass.
Jones moaned out: "See, getting fucked is so much fun for boysluts like you and my dear Jimmy!"
He pulled his dick out of Billy's ass and made Billy grunt in a new pain. His ass suddenly felt empty after the fucking, but also sore.
Unknown to Billy, Jones pressed a little point on the boys neck. A little, perfectly timed block of his bloodstream made the boy pass out.
As he woke up again, he looked around and saw he was in a room he did not recognize. He heard someone walking around, and he tried to turn, wanting to see who was in the room with him.
He realized he was still cuffed, behind his back this time, and tied to a chair. Out of the corner of his eye he saw someone move.
Billy heard the voice of Mr. Jones from behind him.
"My friend Ken is going to help us out. Believe it or not, those videos take so much time we will have to start filming straight away. The first men have already heard about you and are demanding to see your work!"
Jones had something weird in his hands, at least weird looking to Billy. He had make up in his hands, and told Billy he would have to look like a little different for the pictures. A client had ordered pictures of a boy looking like his own son.
Jones had evidently done this before, and Billy soon looked very different, a little more exotic. His tanned skin was colored even more intensely, and his blond boyish look was dramatically changed by a black wig.
Jones chuckled nastily as he stepped back and took some more pictures. He told Billy how to pose , stand, turn. At first the boy was still cuffed, his hands still behind his back. However, the door to the makeshift studio in the basement was locked solid, and the two men were sure they could overpower the boy in any case, so he got uncuffed for more pictures.
It did not take the men long to snap the pictures they needed. A screen on the wall displayed the ones they wanted to send to the client, and with a nasty chuckle Jones made Billy watch a slideshow of himself in various lewd poses. One, with Billy holding a fat dildo, was a specific wish of their perverted client who had ordered the pictures and the video they would film later.
Jones smiled at his buddy, who sat down to make sit Billy in his lap. The man had a fat boner, and thanks to a milkshake Billy drank without thinking, the boy was aroused as well, sporting a hard-on that wouldn’t go down.
The film would show a boy slut, ready for a hard ride in a man's lap, fulfilling the client's fantasy of seeing his son getting fucked.
Mr. Jones had prepared the milkshake, and Billy had no idea it was full of powerful pills. The client would not see much more than a willing, aroused, big dicked boy playing with a hard dicked stranger.
As the pictures were taken, the set turned more and more into a porn scene, and Ken, the man helping Jones, openly molested the moaning boy. Billy came hard and squirted a huge load, nicely painting his own eight-pack abs with white, foamy boy cum.
As Jones gave the man the OK to move, Billy was pushed off the man's lap, and with surprising power the guy lifted the boy up and bent him over the chair. Billy screamed out as the man's dick penetrated him, even though Jones had already fucked him. The man was rough, and Billy's ass was sore from Jones deflowering.
It did not take long before the man came deep in the boy's bowels, filled him up, bred him, while giving a running commentary, using all the words in the book to humiliate the boy. As he was done, he simply pulled out and left, without another word. Billy was reduced to tears, openly sobbing, all cameras were forgotten.
Mr. Jones looked down at the sobbing boy. Billy's face was nicely painted with the man's last squirt of cum and wet with his tears.
Jones voice was sickeningly sweet with false sympathy as he smiled:
"MyMyMy, Billy, what's wrong.... you did a good job for a beginner, you should be proud!"
Billy looked down. Still on his knees, the muscle-boy looked much younger, openly weeping like a child. The video needed careful editing, but Jones had what he needed for his client, as well as for a presentation in a hardcore porn video. Billy would soon be a star. Jones saw the boy's cock was still as hard as steel. He had the power of youth, ideal for his new career.
Jones knew the footage would sell brilliant, his users loved a tormented, humiliated hot jock. They wanted to see a jock suffering, they wanted to watch someone like Billy taken down.