This is a work of fiction involving sex between men. If this is not what you are looking for then you are on the wrong web site. Any similarity to actual persons or events is purely a weird coincidence. Thank you to everyone who has given me feedback and suggestions. I accept all the help I can get.
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Billy's New Neighbor - Part 3
Billy followed J.T. down to the basement. His eyes nearly flew from their sockets when he looked about the room. He tried to scramble up the stairs to escape, but J.T. yanked on the leash and dragged him back down the stairs.
J.T.'s basement was right out of a B horror movie. The first thing Billy saw were four iron cells along the back wall. Each cell was barely big enough to hold a cot with room for a man to stand next to it.
As his eyes scanned the room, he recognized a St Andrews Cross, a set of wooden stocks, a padded saw horse, a sling hanging in the corner and other equipment he could only guess at. Chains were hanging from the ceiling and along the walls.
On the right hand wall was a large double doored cabinet with drawers underneath. A massive, throne like chair sat against the wall across from the cells and a column with wrist cuffs dangling from the top occupied the center of the room.
J. T. led Billy to the column and attached the cuffs to his wrists. Leaving him hanging, his feet barely touching the floor, J.T. went to the closet and opened the doors.
Billy started to panic when he saw the contents of the cabinet. A varied assortment of whips and canes hung from a specially made display unit.
"Please," begged Billy. "Please let me go! I won't tell a soul, I promise!"
Going over the assortment of tools with a well practiced eye, J. T. made his selection and turned around.
"Be quiet, boy!" he growled. "Of course you won't tell anyone. By the time we're through you'll be begging to stay and please me."
"First," J.T. continued, "you'll have to be punished for trying to run away."
Walking calmly behind Billy, J. T. took a few practice swings with the whip.
Billy could hear it whistle through the air, but couldn't turn around enough to see where J. T. was.
Swish! The first lash fell across Billy's back and he screamed in pain.
"I forgot to tell you," J. T. said. "You are to count each strike and say `Thank you Master' after each one. Lets start over." Swish!
"One! Thank you Master" Billy screamed.
Swish!
"Two! Thank you Master".
Swish!
"Three! Thank you Master".
By the time Billy had counted up to fifteen, his back was covered in ugly red welts. Sweat was pouring off his body. His arms and his legs quivered from the strain of being stretched for so long.
J. T. released Billy from his bonds and he fell to the floor in a heap.
"There you go, boy," J. T. said. "This hurt you much worse than it did me, but it's time you learned who is in charge here. Believe me, you'll be much happier once you accept that your proper place is serving the needs of the black man."
"Yes, Master," Billy replied.
Opening his jeans and pulling out his massive cock, J. T. pulled Billy's head towards his crotch.
"Here's a reward for being such a good boy. Open up and suck your Master's dick, boy"
Billy opened his mouth and sucked J. T.'s cock down his throat. His mind was swimming. Life was so different now than when he woke up this morning. The taste and feel of a man's cock using his mouth gave Billy a focus. He started to lick and suck and work at giving J. T. the best blow job he could.
"That's it, boy," J. T. said. "Suck on your Master's cock. All you white boys love worshipping big black cock."
J.T. placed his hands behind Billy's head and started taking long, deep thrusts. Eventually, Billy stopped choking and J.T's cock slid effortlessly into Billy's throat.
"That's the way," moaned J.T. "You're gonna be one hell of a cocksucker, boy."
Pistoning his cock in and out of Billy's mouth, J. T. closed his eyes, tilted his head back and shot load after hot, creamy load into his cocksucker's mouth.
"Now you've learned lesson one," J. T. told him. "Misbehave and punishment will be harsh and swift. Rewards can be just as swift when you do as you are told."
"You'll do fine as long as you always remember one thing. You are here for our pleasure. You do what you are told, when you are told. If I know Brad, he'll keep your mouth and your pussy filled."
"Now," continued J. T. "When a black man enters the room, you are to stand immediately. Your eyes should be respectfully cast down to the ground, your legs spread apart and your hands clasped behind your back. Do it!"
Billy stood and J. T. walked around him, inspecting his stance.
"Spread those legs further, bitch!" he commanded Billy. "Keep your eyes down, boy. Remember, you assume this position immediately when a black man enters the room. I don't want to hear of you disrespecting your betters, boy."
"Yes, Sir" said Billy.
SLAP! J. T.'s hand flew across Billy's face.
"Did I tell you that you could speak, slut?" barked J. T. "You stand there and wait to be told before you speak, boy!"
Walking up behind Billy, J. T. reached around and ran his hands over Billy's chest. He's not as muscular as J. T., but he has a nicely developed chest. J. T.'s hands slid down between Billy's legs and played with his cock and balls.
"Not bad for a white slut" J. T. commented as Billy's dick hardened.
Grabbing Billy by the collar, he led him back to the pole in the center of the room. Billy started to panic and he started breathing heavily.
"Don't worry, Boy" J. T. told him. "You've not done anything to be punished for."
Attaching the wrist cuffs to Billy's arms again, J. T. left him dangling from the ceiling as he went back to the equipment cabinet.
Pulling out a razor and shaving cream, J. T. turned towards Billy and said " We have to do something about all that hair."
Lathering up Billy's legs and under his arms, J. T. removed it all. Then he started to lather up Billy's crotch.
"Oh, Please, Sir. Please not there." Billy cried out.
"More talking?" J. T. said. "I thought we reached an understanding on that."
J. T. finished removing the hair between Billy's legs and stood back to examine his work.
"There," said J. T. "All nice and clean. But, I have to punish you for your outburst."
Going back to the equipment closet, J. T. pulled out a jar started rubbing a cream over Billy's freshly shaved areas, paying extra attention to his cock and balls.
"This is a special compound. It's kind of like Icy Heat, in that it starts to burn as it settles in."
Billy started wriggling in his bonds as he felt the cream already start to heat up. Taking him down, J. T. attached wrist cuffs to Billy's arms and secured them to his collar.
He then led Billy to one of the cells and tossed him inside and slammed the door shut.
Grinning and his captive, J. T. told him, "You better get some rest. I have a busy weekend planned."
Billy could hear J. T. laughing all the way up the stairs before he was left alone in the dark, locked in a cell with his hands cuffed to his collar and the biggest hard on he's ever had.