Billy By Tommy Joan leant against the bathroom door and took another long hard drag on her joint. She looked at the thick cigarette, recently rolled, and smiled. Fucking good stuff this! Though not as good as the other 'medicine' she took. Oh no, the other stuff was even better. She looked at her watch. Talking of which, Jim had said he'd be bringing more soon. Her mobile beeped and she squinted at the text. Ten minutes? Fuck! She opened the door. "Out of the bath Billy! Ten minutes!" For a second some long forgotten maternal feelings seemed about to surface. The blond little boy in the bath had bubbles all over his head. Two large blue eyes peeped at her. The feelings vanished. Billy was just a 'thing'! That's all, an object! She remembered. Oh yes! That bastard Ken! Moving in with her. Him and his six-year-old sprog. Promising to look after her. Promising this, that and every fucking thing! She'd put up with his violent temper for how long? Nearly two years? The two black eyes he'd given her had been the last straw. Then what? Had she left him? Oh no. The bastard had left her! Left her having to look after his fucking little sprog! Then Jim had come along. It hadn't taken her long to find out what he did for a living. He'd even taken her once to collect the money from the women. He didn't like the word 'pimp'. Preferred to say he was in 'Human Resources'! Then the offer. Made jokingly at first, she thought. Hadn't it been after the second fix he'd brought her? Good stuff! All his stuff was good! Even the needles were good! Left hardly any marks on her arms. The offer! Seemed sick at first. Billy was only a little kid! But the way Jim had explained it, well, why not? What had he said? The Romans had done it, the Greeks. They still did it in parts of Africa and..? Fuck it, she couldn't remember. It had been the money that had decided it for her. She remembered that bit. Billy would make them rich! The clients would be carefully vetted and checked out. He'd find her a nice house out in the country, far from any nosey neighbours. Two, maybe three years, then leave Billy for the social services to look after. No problems. He'd look after her. All she had to do was look after the sprog, watch television and enjoy herself. She put the joint to her lips and inhaled hard for a few seconds. Oh yes, she certainly enjoyed herself! The small nine year old splashed water over his head to remove the bubbles and looked up at her anxiously. "Which one mommy? A nice one? Not a nasty one? Which one?" Joan shrugged and waited while the boy stood up and started drying himself. He did it all himself these days. Why should she care? She supplied the soap, shampoo and bubble bath. He did the rest. He was old enough wasn't he? Well probably not but who cared? Anyway, he'd had three months to get used to it now. He knew very well what would happen if he wasn't clean or didn't obey her! Why did he have to call her 'mommy'? She wasn't his fucking 'mommy'! "It's a nice one. Okay?" She grinned. It was funny. To Billy, the clients were either 'nice' or 'nasty'. Of course, three months ago, they'd all been 'nasty', but as Jim had explained, Billy would soon get used to it! "But there's another one later" she continued, an evil glint in her eye. "A nasty one I think." She enjoyed the look of fear on his face. "Which one mommy? Which one is it? I don't want a nasty one! Not the tall man or the one who…" "Shut up!" Joan's loud voice echoed round the bathroom. "It's Derrick now, one of the regulars. So just shut up and do as you're told! Or else!" She paused and raised her eyebrows. "Or maybe I should go and call Jim, hmm?" Billy shook his head, tears in his eyes. "No mommy, please! Sorry! Don't call Jim. Please mommy. I'm sorry. I…" "Yeah okay!" She took another drag and smiled at the naked little boy in front of her, his small hands trembling slightly. Jim had been a frequent visitor at the beginning. As he'd explained, if a client is paying thousands, he expects to get his money's worth. He'd trained Billy in a simple but effective way. What he'd done exactly, Joan didn't want to know. The screams from the cellar had penetrated even to her bedroom on the second floor! The rules were simple. Billy kept the clients happy. Any complaints and he got a visit from Jim! "Sorry mommy!" Billy wiped his eyes and sniffed. Joan saw him open his legs further apart and look up at her expectantly. She laughed and shook her head. "No, I won't punish you just now Billy. Maybe later though. Just get ready, okay?" Was that a car outside? Probably. "Oh, did you take your pills?" "Yes mommy." "Good!" Joan remembered Jim explaining about this. Billy had to take three pills every day. Two helped to keep him slightly subdued and calm. The third was just a low dose of Viagra. She nodded at Billy's small penis. "So make sure you get that sticking up. You know Derrick likes it!" The doorbell rang and she turned and left, still laughing. Funny kid! Yes, she'd look forward to punishing him later. Little runt had to be kept in his place! Besides, she quite enjoyed it, didn't she! Oh yes! As Jim had explained at the beginning, the clients were paying a lot and the last thing they wanted was a boy with marks on his face or buttocks. Some paid a lot extra to leave marks! Which left only one place didn't it? Oh yes! She loved watching Billy's face as she took his little balls in her hand, the look of apprehension as she explored each testicle with her fingers, the whimpering as she tightened her grip, then the long pause while she decided whether to just squeeze them harder till he screamed or send him to fetch the long wooden spoon from the kitchen and spend a happy five or ten minutes tapping each ball in turn till her wrist ached. That usually made her horny as hell! Billy's pathetic little cock wasn't much use was it! No matter. There were other things he could do! Oh yes, she'd have nice relaxing evening tonight. The front door creaked loudly as she opened it. Rain splattered inside onto the carpet. Another miserable day outside! She recognised the man. Yes, one of the regulars. About fifty, fat and bald, his greasy face peering at her, cheeks reddening from embarrassment. Yes, him again. "You know where to go" she said, standing aside to let the man pass. "One hour max, okay?" The man nodded shyly, avoiding her eyes. Joan grinned. Fucking pervert! Funny how this one always looked so guilty. He was paying enough! "I..I..oh yes, of course. Thanks a lot." The man waddled quickly up the stairs, anxious to get away from her. Joan looked out into the rain. No sign of Jim's car. Well, he'd be back in an hour. He brought the clients himself. Security, he'd told her. He'd pick them up somewhere and bring them round blindfolded. Couldn't be too careful these days! She looked up and down the lane. No other houses in sight. Bloody rain! She looked down at a large paper bag left in front of the door. Good! Jim must have given it to the man to bring. Groceries, toiletries and some other more interesting 'stuff'. Good old Jim! Derrick pushed the bedroom door open slowly, still panting from climbing the stairs. He wiped his brow and looked inside, his cock already pushing hard against his trousers. A blond mop of hair protruded from the covers on the bed. He held his breath. "Hello little one!" he whispered. "Not asleep are you?" He walked over and knelt on the floor next to the bed. "It's only me" he said quietly, stroking the curly fringe away from Billy's closed eyes. "Only uncle Derrick. " Slowly, he pulled the bed sheets down a few inches and kissed the boy's cheek. He felt his heart beating faster. Oh shit, the boy was so beautiful! "Such a good boy, aren't you" he continued, kissing Billy's small nose. "So well behaved. So sweet!" He saw that Billy's eyes were still closed and sighed. Always the same routine. "My little boy is fast asleep" he said playfully. "I know what that means. I just have to kiss him everywhere till he wakes up." Inching down the bedclothes, Derrick ran his lips over the boy's soft skin, covering his smooth chest with light kisses. His cock ached with frustration and he started to undo his belt with one hand. So bloody uncomfortable! "Just get these off, hmm" he muttered quickly. "Bit warm in here isn't it!" His trousers and underpants removed, he continued kissing Billy's chest and tummy, the heady aroma emanating from the boy's young body making his head spin. He closed his eyes for a second and undid the last button on his shirt, removed it and tossed it to one side. His large belly hid his cock from sight but he could feel it rubbing on the side of the bed. Oh shit! He felt his hands shaking. "Must kiss everywhere, mustn't we!" He carefully pulled the bedclothes down another six inches and held his breath as the boy's small erect penis popped up as if pleased to see him. He kissed the tip for a few seconds then slipped his fat lips over it. Releasing it for a while, he explored the boy's tight little scrotum with his tongue before going back to his penis. Delicious! So fucking delicious! "You know, I'm quite sleepy as well" he said after a few minutes, his voice shaking slightly. "Maybe I should get into bed for a while, hmm?" The bed creaked. Derrick climbed in beside Billy and pulled his pillow up so his head was a bit higher. Billy opened his eyes and turned to the man smiling. He knew what this man liked. Easy to please. He wasn't horrible like some of the others. Yes, it had been really yucky at first, but at least it didn't hurt! For a minute or so, Derrick held the boy in his arms, kissing his cheeks and stroking his side. He ran his fingers slowly down to the boy's pert bottom and moaned. Why always so fast? But he couldn't wait any longer. Just couldn't. Billy knew the sign. He swivelled round in the opposite direction and lay on top of the man's large belly. Derrick stroked the back of Billy's thighs and gently eased them up a bit higher to his head until his mouth touched the boy's bottom. He groaned again and kissed Billy's small testicles again, then ran his tongue deep between his buttocks. "Oh Billy…please!" For a few seconds he suffered in silence, as the boy did nothing, then gasped as a small hot mouth engulfed the end of his throbbing cock. "Oh Billy, Billy! So nice!" Little hands all over his balls, teasing him, stroking his arse, then his cock again. "Oh Billy! I love you! You beautiful boy! Oh Billy!" The world dissolved around him and pure pleasure filled his body. A small finger entered his bum hole and the pleasure intensified. "Oh fuck! Oh Billy! Billy!" He pushed his tongue deeper and touched the boy's anus, inhaling the intoxicating aroma. A damn burst inside him and he arched his back as what felt like a never ending stream of semen erupted from him. It could never end. So good! So…. His body suddenly relaxed, totally exhausted. He sighed and a wave of sleepiness enveloped him. He felt the boy licking the tip of his cock and flinched. It tickled so much! He kissed the boy's bottom and ran his nose over it. So nice! He gazed at the boy's cute little bumhole and sighed. There was no way his erection was strong enough to do what he'd really love to do. What a shame he hadn't discovered Billy ten years ago. Billy waited another minute, then turned and lay down next to the man. Derrick smiled and hugged him tightly. "Did you swallow everything?" Billy nodded. "Yes uncle. Thank you!" "Good boy." Derrick flicked Billy's penis playfully and laughed. "Crikey, it's as hard as iron, isn't it!" He kissed him again. "You like it when I do this, don't you?" he asked, gently rubbing it faster. Billy nodded. "It's nice" he giggled. "Nice and tingly." "Good. So just let uncle Derrick make it tingle like I did last time, hmm" Billy closed his eyes and started to breath faster. If the truth were known, he'd hated it the first few times, but yes it did feel nice. Very nice. This man was so gentle. Not like some of the others! Derrick turned and moved his head lower. Billy's willy looked so cute! "Okay Billy, a nice big cum for your uncle Derrick, hmm?" He sucked the boy's penis greedily, feeling himself harden as he did so. No use trying again though. It would take him ages, and there wasn't enough time. "Oh uncle! Uncle….!" Billy started to shake and tried to close his legs. Derrick chuckled and tickled the tip of Billy's penis with his tongue as the preteen orgasm wracked the young boy's body. Shame that the boy was too young to spurt. How he'd have loved to taste Billy's boyjuice! Billy opened his eyes and forced himself to smile up at the man. As before he'd played with the idea of faking the cummy feeling, but as usual, fear of the consequences if the man suspected were too great. No, he couldn't. One word to Jim and…. Billy felt an icy shiver run down his back. He didn't want to remember! The things Jim had down in the cellar! They lay hugging each other, the man making noises of appreciation as he stroked the boy's smooth naked body. His eyes closed. So relaxed. So very relaxed! "Oh well, I suppose I'd better be going." Derrick rolled of the bed and dressed himself slowly, finding it hard to tear his eyes from the boy. "I'll see you again next week, okay?" Bily nodded and smiled. "Yes please. I'd like that." The door closed and he waited, listening to the man's heavy footsteps, followed shortly by the sound of the front door being closed. He sighed and got off the bed. The next few minutes were spent in smoothing the sheets and making the bed look as if it hadn't been used. Perhaps he'd have a rest now. It was rare to have more than one client in a day. Surely he wouldn't be arriving for a while yet. He remembered what his 'mommy' had said and swallowed nervously. Which man would it be? The last three months were a blur and he struggled to remember all the strange men who'd visited him. The last man, uncle Derrick, was one of the nice visitors. All he had to do for them was suck their things while they played with him. He licked his lips. Their stuff tasted yucky but he'd got used to it. But the others! He shivered again. The nasty ones were different. Some put their things in his bottom! They called it 'fucking'. He knew that was a bad word. It had been awful at first. Jim had told him about it and had done it to him – to show him how it felt. Billy felt tears come to his eyes as the memory surfaced. Jim had hurt him so much! What were those horrible black things he'd used? Buttplugs? Kept getting bigger. Every day a bigger one till Billy had screamed and writhed with agony, strapped to a table in the dark cellar. Jim's laughter and the feeling of pure terror as the man had punished him with electricity for screaming too loud. He frowned. Perhaps it would be one of the visitors who fell between the categories. To be honest, there were quite a few of them. A lot of the clients who made him suck their things liked to spank him first. These had been firmly in the 'nasty' list at first, but after a while, he'd realised that the pain was really quite bearable. It was the wriggling and crying that they seemed to like and he'd learned very quickly how to do that! Not all of them of course. Some clients brought things with them. Slippers, hairbrushes, belts. One man had brought a thin stick, he called a cane. Gosh, that had really hurt! With these clients, the wriggling and crying had been genuine! Some of them brought clothes for him to wear. He never understood why, but of course he just did as he was told. School uniforms, tight shorts, even skirts and strange knickers he assumed were meant for girls. Oh and those funny things they called thongs. Then there were the worst clients, the really nasty ones. Thankfully there weren't too many though. One or two? Couldn't remember. He hadn't had a visit from these for weeks and weeks. There was one in particular. Billy shuddered. What had the man called himself? 'Mister Sharp'? Yes, that was it. The tall thin one with those small eyes and… Billy closed his eyes and tried not to think about it, but the images came back. Why had the man tied him up so tightly? Hands secured tightly behind his back and then pulled higher and tied to a collar round his neck. He didn't need to. Billy had promised to be good, his voice getting higher and louder till the man had put a rubber ball thing in his mouth and then gagged him. It hadn't stopped there. His ankles were tied to the ends of a long metal pole, the man twisting the centre till Billy's legs were pulled wide apart. Then the spanking. So hard! A pause. Hoping it was over. The gag removed. Warned to be quiet or else! Then the games! Oh those horrible games! The man had scattered his 'toys' around the room. Straps, slippers, canes, paddles, small whips, buttplugs and things Billy didn't recognise. Mister Sharp simply pointed to one and then timed how long it took Billy to bring it him. The first had been the hairbrush lying at the top of the bed and Billy had managed to get it by rolling up to the pillow and grabbing it in his mouth before hobbling and shuffling back to where the man waited with outstretched hand. The rules had been simple. Painfully simple. Billy had taken fifteen seconds to fetch it so… The fifteen hard slaps had taken his breath away and left his bottom terribly sore. Almost as he was lifted off the man's lap, another item was chosen, then another, his bottom and thighs glowing red hot. Then another pause, but only to be lifted onto the bed and made to stick his crimson buttocks up while the man fucked him roughly, stopping only once to give him three hard strokes of the cane for wriggling too much. Normally this would signal the end but in this case, the games continued for what seemed an eternity. It was only a loud knocking on the door and a shouted reminder about the time that finally ended his suffering. The rest was a haze. He remembered mommy calling Jim. He'd burst into tears when the man walked in, expecting to be dragged down to the cellar. Apparently Mr Sharp had complained that Billy wriggled too much. But Jim had just looked him all over and laughed. Something about a lot of money? They'd left him alone then. No clients for at least a week. Billy sniffed and checked the room again. Everything tidy? Maybe the other client wouldn't come for ages and… Footsteps coming up the stairs! A frisson of fear ran through his young body. He lowered his hand and squeezed his little penis, anxious to have it at least partially erect when the client walked in. But who would it be? He swallowed and stood up straight. The door opened. Billy felt the blood drain from his face. The room seemed to spin. Mr Sharp stood in the doorway grinning, a large bag in his hand. He looked slowly round the room, and then smiled at Billy, enjoying the look of pure terror on the boy's face. "Hello Billy" he said after a few seconds. He chuckled and looked at his watch. "Guess what? I thought that last time went far too quickly. So this time I've arranged for a bit longer." He threw the bag on the bed and Billy saw the curved tops of three thin canes spring into view. He felt the man's large hand round his shoulders. The hand slid down his back and he flinched as it suddenly squeezed his left buttock. The man's grip grew tighter. Billy felt tears in his eyes. "Oh yes Billy!" Mr Sharp laughed and started to unbuckle his belt. "We're going to have such fun!" *** The Tom and Jerry cartoon finished and Joan sighed and nudged Billy sitting beside her. "Okay, my turn. You know which one!" She watched Billy scamper over to the television and change the cartoon DVD for one of her 'special' ones. The house was warm and as usual, he wore only a teeshirt, saving her the bother of washing pyjamas and keeping his 'little boy parts' exposed should she decide to administer the punishment she had in mind. She had the long wooden spoon on her lap in readiness. The procedure was usually the same. It was so much more fun when she tapped his little balls while watching one of her favourite porn movies. But maybe not tonight! The boy knelt down in front of the DVD player and she looked at his bottom and whistled softly. What had that bastard done to him? Nasty looking weals covered his whole bottom and upper thighs. Hardly an inch of skin was unmarked! She shook her head. There was no way she could hurt the poor kid after what he'd been through. She'd already talked to Jim. Billy was going to need at least a week for the bruises to go. Billy stood up and looked at Joan. She nodded. "Yeah that's the one. Good boy. Come on!" She sat him next to her and sighed contentedly as the film started. Oh yes, this was a great one. Two black guys fucking a white woman. Both with cocks that must be what, a good nine inches! Her arm slid round Billy and she saw him open his legs wider, knowing what was coming. Her finger stroked his small penis, teasing it till it started to stiffen. Joan felt herself started to tingle. There was her favourite part of the film in a few minutes. The part where she always liked Billy to… Billy recognised it as well. He looked up at Joan and she winked at him. "Yes Billy, time to get to work! " She patted the wooden spoon on her lap. "Do it really well this time and I won't use this, okay?" Billy nodded and slid off the sofa, one eye on the spoon. Yes, he knew what she liked. It was a bit yucky but much better than getting his sack hit with the spoon! Joan slumped back and hitched her skirt up. She rarely bothered to wear anything underneath and this night was no exception. The film was getting louder now. Small hands were delving between her thighs and she gasped. Oh yes, this was her favourite bit. She felt the boy's face suddenly pressed hard against her wet pussy and she increased the volume even more. A tongue flicked hard against her clitoris. She closed her eyes and stroked Billy's hair, pushing his head deeper into her crotch. Oh fuck! Yes! This was paradise! Pure paradise! Another day. Just her and Billy. Paradise!