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!