Billy and the Goon - 1. Chapter 1

Billy posted on a dating site that wasn’t really a dating site: I’m 38, 5'-11", 190, with black hair and brown eyes. I enjoy playing the innocent, buttoned-up boy-next-door-type forced into unbuttoning my shirt and pants, no undershirt or underwear. Just a button-down dress shirt, open and exposing my bare chest and vulnerable nipples, and open, button-fly jeans exposing the top of my untrimmed pubic hair.

My hands are tied behind me, torso exposed and oiled for anyone's pleasure. Wearing a collar and leash to be led around by. Shirtless/open shirt/nude relay races with me forced to carry someone on my back. Unfair wrestling matches with me nude and greased like a pig while my opponent is fully dressed.

A fantasy raffle for my services, where I start out in shirt, tie, and dress pants, hands tucked obediently behind my back. The sponsor removes my tie, shirt, shoes, and slacks. I'm oiled down and fondled mercilessly as I'm transformed into an object.

Forced push-ups until exhausted, then my pumped-up pecs and erect nipples displayed to the audience. Forced to my knees, gagged with my tie, my nipples clothes-pinned or clamped for the audience's pleasure as I'm lent to whoever holds the winning raffle ticket.

Gag, clamps, and shorts removed so that I can perform another round of push-ups naked. Forced to count them as I do – fifty, then a hundred, then a hundred and fifty, my body drenched with sweat and shiny from the oil. When my temporary owner is finally satisfied that I can do no more, he stands me up and ties my wrists together in back.

He reaches around from behind and cups my pecs in his rough hands, my nipples so hard they look like pencil erasers jutting out from my swollen chest. He pinches and tugs on them like he's milking a cow. I want nothing more than to be taken by him, but he's not quite ready.

Instead, he pulls a cord from the ceiling and ties it around my wrists, then pulls them up and behind me. He clips a nastier pair of clamps on my nipples, and then – using two cords – anchors them to rings in the floor, bending me into an L. Then he lubes and fucks me in front of the audience, and I can barely move, trapped between being tit tortured and racked. But I love it.