Billy and the Goon - 19. Chapter 19

Billy was in one of the far corners of the local chain bookstore when his neck was grabbed from behind, the hand easily spanning from side-to-side and propelling him forward.

“Where we going?” he asked. But there was no answer. So he figured they were about to explore another unknown storeroom.

But when the nearby elevator doors closed behind them, the goon flipped off the switch and the car stayed put.

“What if someone needs it?” Billy asked.

“They’ll use the escalator.”

This was an older, remodeled building, and Billy didn’t even know there was an elevator, so that made sense. He relaxed. At least, he wouldn’t be walked in on naked.

But the goon didn’t seem interested in that yet. Instead, he turned Billy by the shoulders, so they were facing each other – though Billy was staring into the goon’s neck, just below his ski mask. Then he said, “Brace.”

Billy looked around. “Against what?”

“Your abs.”

He was more confused. “Brace them against what?”

“You’ve got a lousy trainer.”

Actually, Billy didn’t have a trainer. He planned all his exercises alone.

The goon explained: “Tighten your abs. Pull them in, then up. We’re gonna test your midriff.”

Billy did as told, and suddenly the goon belted him in the abs. That bent him over.

“Not so hot,” the goon evaluated.

Billy was trying to breathe.

“Straighten up.”

Billy had to.

“Brace.’

He did, and the goon walloped him again. As Billy bent again, a disgusted knee came up into his balls.

As he lay on the floor, moaning, his clothes were peeled away, his ankles belted, and his wrists tied behind him. He groaned. “Why are you so mean to me?”

The goon laughed. “Stupid question.” Then he bent down and kissed Billy for a very long time.

Next, he jerked Billy off – almost – stopping right before the end.

“If I touch your chest, you’ll blow,” he said.

“If you touch me anywhere, I will.”

“Shouldn’t have said that,” the goon warned. And he squeezed Billy’s balls so tightly, the room began to blur.

But his tongue kept going deeper into Billy’s mouth. Till Billy shot.

“Best orgasm ever?” the goon finally asked.

“Damn you,” Billy replied.

“Uh-uh-uh,” the goon said, shaking his head.

He released Billy’s hands and feet, pulled him standing, and using both fists, barreled him in the abs. Then he watched Billy fall.

As Billy tried to breathe, the goon nuzzled his balls with his shoe.

“See you in the gym, fella.”

Then he opened the elevator doors and left.