Fate Brought Billy Gilman To Me Part 17
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Fate Brought Billy Gilman to Me
Part #17
By Paul S. Stevens
"So, you say you've been a bad boy," Hunter said as he continued to slap Billy's exposed parts, making him spring a huge boner, `Billy Gilman style'. "Tell me what you've done? Confess, Billy!"
"No, I can't," Billy resisted. "I can't say!"
Hunter then pulled his cell phone from his briefcase and pointed the camera lens toward Billy. He set the interface for video and started recording. In one hand, Hunter held the camera. In the other hand, he resumed slapping Billy's cock and balls around, humiliating him as he captured the video for the camera.
"Oh goodness Billy," Hunter continued. "You're looking pretty hot. Shall I send a copy of this video to your mommy and daddy so they can see how hot you are? Let them see how much you've grown? Perhaps they would be interested in seeing what a great big sexy boy you've grown into with that hot sexy cock and those huge balls?"
"No," Billy said, changing his mind. "I'll talk... I'll tell you."
"Okay," Hunter demanded as he stopped recording and put the camera down. "Spill it!"
"I'm a bad brother to Colin, and a bad son to Mom and Dad," Billy confessed.
"Oh, is that so?" Hunter said. "Well, your brother is right here. Why don't we start with him? Why don't you tell Colin in your own words exactly why you're a bad brother to him? I'm sure he'd like to hear all about it."
"No!" Billy sternly said. "Not with him here. I don't want him to know."
"Chances are, he already knows," Hunter pointed out. "Colin. Here... take this."
Hunter dug through his briefcase and then handed Colin an erotic body zapper. It was a twelve inch long, battery operated wand with two electrodes at the tip that were an inch apart from each other that delivers a stern electric shock when touched to the skin.
Hunter whispered something in Colin's ear which caused Colin to grow an evil grin. Then Colin went up to Billy and zapped him, right at the base of his cock. Billy let out a roar as his cock noticeably jerked and his entire body jumped from the unexpected jolt his brother delivered.
When Billy jumped, Colin jumped as well. Colin's cock started to grow as he began to realize the amazing power he held over his big brother. He smiled as he looked at the device he was holding in his hand. Even so, both Colin and Billy nervously anticipated the next jolt that would undoubtedly be forthcoming as Hunter led the proceedings. Then he realized he could be secretly getting back at Billy for all the times he took Derek away from him and never got any satisfaction. Colin figured he could use this BDSM opportunity to get some satisfaction under the guise of innocently participating in his brother's sexual torture, knowing that Billy was a willing participant.
"So, are you going to talk now?" Hunter asked.
"Yes, I'll talk," Billy answered.
"Tell Colin why you're a bad brother," Hunter ordered.
"I promised our parents that I would look after Colin and take care of him while he lived with me," Billy began his confession. "I totally failed. I allowed Derek to corrupt my baby brother. It was happening right under my nose and I didn't even know it. I should have watched out for him more closely and been more responsible. I should have cared more and been more informed about where he was going and what he was doing all this time. I needed to keep him out of trouble and safe, but I failed."
"Do you hear that, Colin?" Hunter said. "Zap him again for his epic failure!"
This time, Colin carefully thought about where he could zap his brother and get the maximum thrill out of the opportunity. Then, Colin reached down and willfully zapped Billy's balls, dead on. He planted the device squarely on his brother's scrotum, placing one electrode on Billy's left testicle and the other on his right. He held it on Billy's balls for several seconds as he derived a goodly amount of satisfaction from the opportunity. Once again, Billy leapt out of his skin and yelped out a wicked howl. The shock was so intense that he arched his back and raised his hips off the couch. Billy's breathing became shallow now and he started visibly sweating. Even though this form of torture seemed cruel, Billy's boner maintained its virile rigidity and Colin's boner reacted as well by springing to life in its full splendor. It may even have grown harder than Billy's, as they both became aggressively aroused with their intimate role playing.
"I'm so sorry Colin for not being a better brother," Billy apologized after catching his breath. "I let you down. It's no wonder you ran away from home. I swear I'll be a better brother from now on."
"Well Colin," Hunter pointed out. "Do you hear that? I think your work here is done."
Hunter took the zapper away from Colin and put it back in his briefcase. Colin looked disappointed that his participation was already over. He was just starting to get into zapping his brother and wanted another opportunity to rock his world. Instead, Hunter had Colin move away from Billy as he called over to me next. He fished around inside his briefcase again and retrieved another device called a Wartenberg Wheel and handed it to me.
It was a completely different sort of torture device. It was sort of like a pinwheel made of stainless steel. The handle was about eight inches long and had seven metal wheels attached at the end. The wheels rolled independently of each other and each wheel had eight to ten blunt pins sticking out of it. You apparently held it in your hand and rolled it across your subject, eliciting a torturous response.
"All right Billy," Hunter continued. "You confessed to Colin, how you were a bad brother and how you were going to be a better brother in the future. That was very heartwarming. But now, we need to talk about how you've been a bad son to you mother and father. That's what this is really all about."
"No, no more," Billy protested. "I've had enough now. Untie me!"
Hunter then pulled me aside and whispered something to me in confidence.
"****This is where Billy is going to start threatening us if we don't untie him," Hunter confided in me. "Believe me, he wants to get this off his chest, so don't let him fool you. Whatever he threatens you with, ignore it. As long as he's not in any physical danger, he'll be okay. Making him open up about Colin was easy. Whatever it is that he's kept buried inside concerning his parents must get resolved if he's going to heal. We probably won't get a second chance to do this. I tried to help him when we were at club Xes, but it was the wrong time and the wrong place. I know we can do it right this time and save Billy. So, if you love him, be strong for him and see this through to the end.****"
What Hunter said made perfect sense to me. But the thing was, I didn't think Billy needed saving. If Billy had been harboring a secret about his parents all this time, I never sensed it. Then again, he was right about Colin, so I tentatively decided to go along with Hunter's logic and see if the issues with his parents warranted any more BDSM torture and let Billy heal as Hunter indicated.
"Your parents aren't here for you to confess to them, so they cannot touch you," Hunter advised. "However, Barrett loves you too and is here for you. He will discipline you on their behalf. We're not going to give up until we purge you of all your transgressions against your parents, so you better cooperate. Are you ready to start talking?"
"No! Untie me!" Billy demanded. "I'm done here."
Billy pulled forcibly on his restraints and discovered they were all securely locked in place. For the moment, he wasn't going to be going anywhere under his own power.
"Can I please see everybody in the bedroom for a minute," Hunter requested.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Billy protested. "Don't leave me here like this."
Hunter, Logan, Colin, Spencer and I, left the room and went into Colin and Spencer's bedroom to have a conference, leaving Billy all tied up and alone. We all found a place on the bed to sit down and Hunter began to explain to the lot of us, what was going on.
"I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to talk to you all earlier and explain what's going on," Hunter began. "This is what you might call an intervention****. This all started several months ago when Logan and I first met Billy and Barrett at an exclusive high society sex club in Hollywood**. That night, I was working the BDSM room and Billy wandered in by himself. We got to talking and I found out that Billy shared my affinity for bondage. I went ahead and put him up in a suspension rig and began working on him. I was making some great headway, considering I had just met him. For some reason, Billy and I formed an immediate bond and he started opening up to me right away. I just about had him confessing his burdens when Barrett here, discovered Billy before I could finish. He made a huge scene, thinking he was saving Billy from me and my crew. My friend out there in the living room is in pain and is suffering from his burdens."**
"How did you discover that in such a short time?" Spencer asked.
"Like I said, we formed an immediate bond," Hunter said. "Maybe it was because we're close to the same age. Maybe it was because we're both in show business. Maybe it was because we share a passion for Country Music. Maybe it was because we just found each other amazingly sexy. Anyhow, when Billy came into that room, he had to have already been `ripe'."
"Ripe," Colin wondered out loud.
"Yes! That means that he was already on the verge of unloading his burden," Hunter clarified. "Since then, Billy and I have kept in touch and I decided that Logan and I were going to continue to help Billy and see to it that he gets the chance to heal and be whole again. Only then will Billy be able to breakthrough the chains that are holding his career back, not to mention all the other aspects of his life. Tonight, we need to get him back up to where we can make it possible for him to let it all out. Logan and I are here to see to it that Billy goes all the way through to the end. From here on, it will be just Barrett and I. I'll lead the questioning, and Barrett will dish out the punishment. Until then, it's my duty to keep him on the edge of cumming until he makes his breakthrough. Once we get Billy's full confession, that's when the rest of you come in. When Billy finally frees himself of his burden, we can all gather around Billy and get him off. His orgasm will be his reward and the healing will begin. Not everyone understands the power of bondage to heal. If any of you feel squeamish about going back out there, you can stay in here until we're finished. All except for you, Barrett, I need you to be strong for Billy. You'll be the avatar for his absentee parents. Are there any questions?"
No one said anything, so Hunter left the room and we all followed him back into the living room. I was surprised that Billy still had a boner after being left alone all this time.
"Are you ready to talk now?" Hunter asked Billy again, picking up where we left off.
After a few seconds, Billy halfheartedly nodded his head `yes'. Hunter fished out a Japanese silk bondage rope from one of the briefcases and tied Billy's cock and balls. He wrapped each testicle individually and then wrapped them together. Then he continued to tie his bound balls snugly around his boner, making everything bulge in place. Once Billy's junk was properly confined, Hunter lifted Billy's body up off the couch using Billy's tied genitalia to get his attention.
"Answer when I talk to you. Don't just nod your head. Understand?" Hunter chided.
"Yes," Billy said. "Yes sir. I mean yes, I understand. I'm ready to talk... now... sir."
"That's better," Hunter cordially said, lowering his voice as he eased Billy's body back down. "Now, about your parents, how have you... William Wendell Gilman the third****, been a bad son... to Bill and Fran Gilman****?"
I was impressed. Hunter had done his homework. It went a long way in convincing Billy that his apparent knowledge meant he couldn't be easily fooled.
"I let my parents down," Billy finally began, knowing he needed to say something.
"We already know that," Hunter said. "Barrett, I think Billy needs a reminder that we mean business."
It took me a second to realize that Hunter wanted me to use the Wartenberg Wheel that I was still holding in my hand. I gave it a try and rolled it over Billy's left breast, right across his tender pink nipple in several directions, as if I were cutting a miniature pizza into slices. Billy clenched his teeth and growled. I stopped for a moment, making sure Billy was all right, only to have Hunter direct me to repeat my action again on Billy's other nipple. Billy clenched his teeth again and growled even more forcibly.
"Now, tell us something we don't already know," Hunter instructed.
Billy remained silent again and Hunter started getting more aggressive. He pulled Billy up off the couch by his tied genitalia again, holding him there with one hand. With his other hand, Hunter pointed to Billy's boner. I took that to mean that I was to use the pinwheel along the length of Billy's cock as Hunter held him suspended. I rolled it over Billy's boner repeatedly until his cock began to respond by leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. I heard Billy begin to squeal, so I discontinued rolling and Hunter dropped Billy like a sack of potatoes.
"Oh my god," Billy gasped as he sharply drew in a deep breath.
I didn't know what I was doing, but I knew enough to know that, what Hunter and I were doing was beginning to work. Billy was very aroused and on the edge of cumming now and I could feel that he was on the verge of disclosing his toxic secret. My own cock was beginning to leak pre-cum now. As I looked around, Colin, Spencer and Logan were all sporting their own leaking boners too as they observed Billy from across the room on the edge of their seat, being expertly denied his orgasm. Even Hunter, as hard as he tried to stay neutral, got caught up in Billy's denial and got hard as a rock. This was the first time I had seen Hunter bone up. For a smaller guy, he had a deliciously scrumptious-looking cock that was undeniably big and juicy and totally awesome.
Hunter now stepped up into high gear as he prepared to put Billy through the final stages of his soul cleansing session. He took the wheel from my hands and put it away in his briefcase. He then retrieved three bondage style forceps and handed them to me. He directed me to clamp one on each of Billy's nipples and one under his balls. As I attached the two on Billy's pecs, I felt a wave of empathy come over me as my own nipples started to feel achy and sensitive. When I attached the third one under Billy's balls, I felt a rush of adrenaline surge through me and my pre-cum began flowing liberally. I didn't think I could get this sexually excited by administering pain to another person, but there I was, feeling unbelievably aroused. All I could think of was to get Billy off, suck on Hunter's luscious cock and have Logan take me to nirvana.
I don't know if it was intuitive insight or just dumb luck, but in a surprise move, Hunter began to sing to Billy in the same way Billy often sings to others in times of stress and anxiety.
"Let the pain go Billy," Hunter melodically chanted in his own inimitable vocal style. "It's time to let go! Free yourself from your burden. Reach for the heavens. `Cause there's something `bout heaven that brings you down to earth, here in the moment, with your loved ones at your side. You're safe here with us. Now is the time. Let it go, let it fly!"
As Hunter subtly worked the words of Billy's song `Something `Bout Heaven' into his chant, Billy started tearing up and suddenly broke down. As he began his confession, he literally began choking and crying as he spoke. His voice cracked and his lips quivered as his confession spewed directly from his soul with heartbreaking emotion.
"Mom... Dad... I'm so sorry," Billy began, almost bringing the rest of us to tears along with his tortured admission. "You gave me life, and I betrayed you. You gave me the choice to be who I am, and I betrayed you. You stuck by me when things got rough, and I betrayed you. You were my financial advisors and stock brokers, and I betrayed you. You were my talent agents and press agents, and I betrayed you. You were my coaches and cheerleaders, and I betrayed you. You loved me and supported me all my life, and I betrayed you. You were my parents, my teachers and my best friends, and I betrayed you. You were my guiding light and my spiritual advisors, and I betrayed you. You loved me unconditionally... and I betrayed you."
Billy was now heaving his lungs out as he self-deprecated himself from all the betrayal he had just professed to, and he wasn't finished yet.
"How did you betray your parents, Billy?" Hunter somberly asked. "What did you do that caused all this to happen?"
"When I came out to Mom and Dad, they couldn't believe it. They wouldn't accept it. I got angry and I rebelled. I rebelled, big time. I moved out, I got my own place and I turned my back on the two people who loved me more than life itself. I hurt them. I intentionally hurt them by trying to prove that I didn't need them, that I could make it on my own and that I didn't want them in my life anymore if they weren't going to accept my lifestyle choice."
The deeper Billy progressed in his confession, the more tormented he became as he forced himself to tell it all.
"Nothing was further from the truth," Billy continued as he became tormented and agitated. He became increasingly difficult to understand as he spoke through his bawling lament. "Then, when I offered to take Colin in when he ran away from home, I hurt them again by taking their only other child away from them at such a young age, and they probably believe I'm corrupting him by allowing him to live here in a den of sin. I was wrong to do that. I was dead wrong about all of it. I feel dead inside. I want my mom and dad back. I want them to be proud of me again. I want them to accept me for who I am now. I love them. I miss them. I mi... I m..."
Billy was now uncontrollably wailing and weeping openly. His tender emotions were exposed and raw as he definitively purged his broken psyche, spewing all the ugliness out into the light.
I didn't think it was possible, but I suddenly felt closer to Billy than I ever had before. Not since that first day when fate brought Billy Gilman to me in that hotel elevator had I seen the human, frail side of Billy. This impromptu intervention had reduced Billy to a scared and broken shadow of a man where there usually stood a strong, confident, independent individual with an unshakable fortitude.
Each of us was nearly in tears as we witnessed Billy's heart wrenching ordeal. It was now time to let Billy have his reward. Hunter didn't even need to tell us, we all instinctively knew. Colin, Spencer, and Logan all gathered at Billy's side to turn his horrendous experience into a joyous celebration of healing.
I stepped around to the back of the couch to give Billy a much needed and well deserved kiss. Logan jumped at the chance to service Billy's bulging cock and balls. Colin and Spencer rallied to Billy's side and massaged his arms, chest and thighs as they suckled his clamped nipples with delight.
Hunter sifted though his briefcase and came up with a bottle of ID glide lubricant and a prostate milking device. It consisted of a stainless steel ball attached to a curved steel rod with a handle grip on the end. He positioned himself on the floor between Billy's constrained legs. He gave the probe end of the device a good lubricating and then began to work it into Billy's backdoor.
Once Hunter deployed his milking device into Billy's unsuspecting ass, Billy let out a sharp moan. It resonated against my tongue and down my throat as I continued to kiss my hero, friend and lover. I could feel his bodily temperature rise along with my own as we all teetered on the verge of a mass climactic orgasm.
We all found ourselves linked to Billy's erotic biorhythm that was now only moments away from igniting into a supernova. Hunter had instinctively locked onto Billy's prostate button and stroked it so proficiently that Billy had no choice but to cum, and cum hard. As Billy began to climax, we all got excited and doubled our efforts to make sure it would be a joyous and memorable experience for everyone.
Billy then drew in a deep breath as he almost inhaled my uvula right out of my throat. He raised his entire body up off the couch as his cock prepared to eject all the pent up cream that Hunter's prodding and massaging had produced. Billy howled long and deep into our locked lips as he got pushed over the edge from everyone's joint efforts.
Logan, who was still nursing Billy's enlarged cock, induced a wild penile orgasm and was generously rewarded with an exclusive Billy Gilman creamy classic milkshake. After Billy surrendered three rounds of Gilman cream down Logan**'s throat,** Logan pulled off and stroked the remainder of Billy's epic load down the center of his torso for everyone to witness. Billy's fourth round forcibly blasted past Logan**'s stroking hand. Billy continued to shoot several additional rounds of his fertile cum cream across his smooth, nearly hairless body as Billy purged himself of his dishonor and shame.**
Working together with Logan, Hunter induced a secondary prostate orgasm just moments after that, causing Billy's brain to release a double dose of high octane chemicals that catapulted him beyond the edge of sanity. As he nearly lost consciousness, Billy unwillingly released the hold he had kept on my lips as his body and soul soared through the gates of nirvana. I watched his eyes roll back into his skull as his head dropped onto the sofa, careening off into a deep state of carnal bliss.
Billy's orgasm was nothing short of earth-shattering and its erotic reverberations sent all of us careening over the edge. Now that Billy's immediate needs had been met, the rest of us were able to follow in the wake of Billy's celestial orgasm and allow ourselves our own celebratory rewards. I came back around to the front of the sofa and we all gathered around Billy and began stroking ourselves into a five man circle jerk over Billy's body. I stood at Billy's left. Logan stood across from me on Billy's right. Colin and Spencer also stood across from each other and Hunter got up off the floor and stood between Billy's legs.
As we all approached to launch our own explosive climaxes, Billy's torso began to resemble an artist's canvas that seemed to call upon each one of us to make a personal cum load contribution that would result in a spectacular cum cream masterpiece. Billy was the first to add his distinctive influence to the blank page, beckoning the rest of us to follow suit. We each instantaneously blew our loads, one after another in a non-stop shower of liquid male madness, treating Billy to his first immersive gay Bukakke****.
I don't know how I was able to hold off cumming this long, but I was the first to erupt across Billy's chest as his explosive orgasmic display electrified every nerve in my body. My cock and balls were on fire as were my agonizingly tender nipples. All the places where Billy was ensnared had me empathetically tingling and on the edge. All I needed to do was barely touch my cock and I was tossing my load as if I were the one that was tied and bound. Watching Logan**, Colin, Spencer, and Hunter stand over Billy's torso, stroking themselves into a scintillatingly hot frenzy was so erotic, I lost all control of myself. I wanted to watch everyone else blow their loads first, but I was unable to stop myself from popping like an over inflated balloon. My climax surged forcibly past my stroking hand and I spray-painted several elongated stripes of my creamy white cum across my lover's naked canvas. Billy cheered me on, as did the others as my cock spit and spewed my massive cum load with the precision of a true artisan. I forcibly tossed my powerful assets onto my lover's developing artistic design, adding to Billy's initial spontaneous stokes of creative, cum inspired art.**
Before I could finish unloading my juicy, sperm rich contribution, Logan closed his beautiful hazy-blue eyes, and moaned as he began splashing his offering directly across from me, painting his hearty influence on Billy's evolving portrait. Logan looked ultra-hot, displaying his awesome manhood for us to relish. He evenly distributed his amazing shots with style and flair as the rest of us expressed our admiration. Logan finally opened his eyes as his abundantly prolific load jumped and soared to a spectacular finish.
While Logan finished delivering the last of his brand of foamy draft on tap, Spencer started spewing his generous donation, adding another dimension of sensuous male substance to this emerging (Paul) Jackson Pollock type creation. Spencer howled as he bent his knees and leaned back, aiming his cock upward to give his delivery an alternate angle of descent against the others. Spencer's load then splintered off into several directions, adding dozens of tiny droplets to the surface that settled flawlessly, pooling together in all the right places. Hunter, in particular, was impressed with Spencer's demonstration and complimented his efforts.
While Colin watched Spencer expertly bathe Billy's body with his massive machismo, Spencer's performance pushed Colin right over the edge. Colin had revenge on his mind and he just happened to have an extra large load of ammunition saved up and ready to put to good use. Colin hadn't gotten sufficient satisfaction from zapping Billy earlier, so he intended to take full advantage of Billy's situation again and use his semen to figuratively finish annihilating his brother and get the ultimate satisfaction he'd been secretly longing for. Colin then spread his legs apart to acquire a firm, solid stance so he could decisively deliver the ultimate offensive. He aimed his engorged cock directly over his brother's vulnerable belly and proceeded to drench him with his virtual throbbing weapon, striking the final blow. Billy could see that Colin was gearing up to shoot next and spurred him on. Colin then began his barrage of sperm bullets and soaked Billy with his liquid retribution. Volley after volley of Colin's cum, decimated Billy's battlefield with a fair amount of collateral cum damage. Regardless of Colin's intent, everyone joined in and praised Colin's bold and audacious performance. Colin heaved his hips sharply forward as he delivered the last few stabs of his imaginary attack that he and only he would ever know about.
Before Colin's cock could spit out its last remaining drops onto Billy's revised graffiti patch, Hunter finally took his turn. All of us were eagerly anticipating Hunter's turn, wondering what he might do to surprise us. Hunter stepped closer to Billy and maneuvered himself directly over Billy's cock and gathered both of their poles together in one hand. Amazingly enough, Billy was still rock hard and horned to the hilt. Hunter began stroking their combined rods together. They both began moaning in unison as if they were rehearsing for an erotic cock cantata. With Hunter's free hand, he reached down and firmly gripped the handle of his prostate milking device that was still planted rather unfalteringly in Billy's ass. Hunter feverishly worked Billy into another blistering climax as he attempted to give him a full body orgasm by stimulating his cock, anus, and prostate, all at once. This would prove to be difficult to accomplish since Billy had experienced both, a `primary' and `secondary' orgasm already, and had shot a very impressive load of cum over it. I saw how Billy was reacting to Hunter's efforts and I began cheering them both on, encouraging them to honor us with their combined grand finale. Logan, Spencer, and Colin soon joined me, spurring Hunter and Billy on as things began to escalate to a fever pitch. Billy was now taking quick, short breathes from having his prostate button repeatedly tapped into submission and Hunter was clenching his teeth as his powerful actions caused their two bodies to quiver and tremble. Hunter was making Billy's cock flow heavily with pre-cum as he wildly milked him with his left hand and stroked the both of them with his right. Logan, Colin, Spencer, and I became cheerleading spectators as we all got wickedly wound up watching Hunter's exhibition. Billy and Hunter both threw their heads back and began an epic shooting contest like nothing I'd ever seen before. Billy was spewing everywhere and as I suspected, Hunter was a grand master of cum flinging, covering all the places on Billy's body that had gotten missed by the rest of us. So much cum was being flung at one time that I couldn't tell who was shooting what, where. It was the most thrilling scene I'd ever witnessed, and I've seen my share of top notch porn.
As Billy and Hunter's climaxes slowed to a trickle, we all cheered and congratulated each other on one of the most amazing experiences we'd ever had. Then we all examined and critiqued our mutual efforts as we studied the portrait we had each collaborated on across Billy's body.
I thought it looked like a head of cauliflower. Colin thought it looked like a bag of baby marshmallows. Spencer said it was definitely Fettuccini Alfredo and Logan said it reminded him of cottage cheese.
"Cauliflower? Marshmallows? Pasta? Cottage Cheese? We must all be hungry because we all seem to be seeing food." Hunter said as he looked closer to Billy's belly buffet. "Now that you mention it, I can see some mouth watering mashed potatoes. What do you see Billy?
Billy struggled for a second from his splayed position to study the area in question.
"I don't know what you guys thought you saw," Billy pointed out, "But I see a bowl of Clam Chowder."
"There's only one way to tell which one of us is right," Logan stated. "We'll have to do a taste test. I can kind of see it now. This must be the Alfredo part, right here."
Logan drew his two fingers across what he perceived to be the Fettuccini Alfredo and offered Hunter the first taste.
Hunter took Logan's arm by the wrist and swallowed Logan's offering down his throat, sucking his fingers until they were both bone dry.
"I'm afraid you missed, my sweet," Hunter corrected Logan**. "I tasted mostly Marshmallows with a touch of salty Cauliflower."**
"Maybe this is the Fettuccini Alfredo over here," Spencer speculated as he took his two fingers across what he perceived to be the Fettuccini Alfredo and offered it to Colin.
Colin was eager to play along and did the same with Spencer. He savored the flavor of his lover's sample, licking Spencer's fingers clean like a candy ring pop, sensuously analyzing its contents.
"Alfredo-flavored Cottage Cheese!" Colin declared.
I knew where this was headed and I knew I was going to have to take my turn sooner or later, so I went ahead and took my turn next. I randomly chose a spot and garnered a two finger sample.
"All right, Billy," I said. "What do you think?"
I leaned over and offered Billy my sample. He extended his tongue and drew my fingers into his mouth. Billy was doing much more than just taking a taste of his combined smorgasbord, he was non-verbally thanking me for my small, yet incomparable role I had just played in his unorthodox therapy session. He sensuously sucked my fingers like he was making love to them. He darted his tongue around and in-between my fingers, swirling his saliva into a wet, slick, stimulating frenzy. If it had been my cock in Billy's mouth instead of my fingers, I would be soaring towards another blockbusting orgasm. My cock started to swell from Billy's gesture and I removed my fingers before I boned up completely.
"Yummy," Billy exclaimed. "Coconut Cream Pie with a Whipped Cream topping."
"That did it," Hunter announced. "Let's all get cleaned up and go out for dinner, my treat!"
"We can all get showered, two at a time," Spencer suggested.
"Great," Hunter said. "Logan and I will go first."
Spencer escorted Hunter and Logan down the hall to the bathroom to show them where to find the towels so they could get their shower started. Colin and I watched their three bubble butts walk sensuously down the hall. We both went into a dream as the two of us allowed them to capture our full attention when we should've been thinking of what was more immediately important. Poor Billy was starting to look neglected as he silently leered at me and Colin for being so easily distracted. Once we came to our senses, Colin and I rushed to Billy's side.
Colin and I started removing the two forceps I had attached to Billy's nipples. As I removed his left one, Billy moaned in pain. An electric shock traveled through my body as I cringed from Billy's reaction. Without thinking, I reached across Billy's chest and gathered a good handful of cum and gingerly rubbed it over Billy's nipple. This time, Billy moaned with joy as he was able to get some relief from my action. Colin noticed what I had done and copied my action, soothing Billy's right nipple, slowly bringing Billy back to the free world. A world that was free of pain and bondage.
As I removed the last forceps from below Billy's balls and untied his bound cock, Colin removed and freed Billy's bound limbs from each corner of the couch. As Billy sat up from having been strapped to the sofa all this time, the accumulation of seven cum loads from our mutual cum portrait started rolling down Billy's chest and stomach. Colin licked his lips as he witnessed the sheer volume of cum that had come from the six of us and Billy started laughing as the slimy viscous fluid tickled Billy's body as it oozed toward the floor. As for me, I raced to the kitchen and grabbed a handful of paper towels and managed to capture the traveling build-up of musky juices and cream, heading off a disaster that I knew would fall upon me to have to clean up later. I was mortified by the prospect, but Billy and Colin just laughed some more. I helped Billy to his feet as his muscles had gotten stiff from being tied in one place for so long. We both sauntered down the hallway and slipped into the bathroom. Hunter and Logan were just finishing up their shower. We had them leave the shower running for us as they slipped out, and we slipped in.
Eventually, we all got cleaned up and ready to go out. We had a wonderful evening talking, singing and telling stories with the best friends we could ever have hoped to meet. It was now official. We had all totally bonded as life long brothers. Before they left, I made sure to ask Hunter and Logan how they were able to keep their relationship a secret from the media in hopes that it could help Billy and I solve the problem that Derek had started. Hunter and Logan told us a couple of rather eye opening facts on the subject that got Billy and I to thinking. What they confided in us could very well change our lives.
Shortly after that, Hunter and Logan began their long drive back to New York and the Gilman household fell quiet once again.
Billy had successfully passed through a major milestone in his life, thanks to all of us who love and care for him so dearly. Unfortunately, Billy wasn't totally in the clear yet. There was still the unpleasant task of having to confront Billy's mom and dad in order to complete what Hunter and Logan had set into motion. I did not envy Billy's next duty, but I was willing to support him if he should chose to ask me to be present. Right now, we were all exhausted, especially Billy. Tomorrow would be a new day. As for right now, all we had the strength to do was sleep.
To Be Continued ...
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