Billy and the Goon - 3. Chapter 3

Again, Billy got a nice response, and he met and talked with or wrote to a smaller number of carefully selected guys. But some men he was interested in were put off by his English butler role-playing, so he tried a more down-home approach.

Billy-Next-Door is well worked out, so my pecs are always pumped and primed. My shirt can be left open whenever I’m with a man who’s clearly my superior, so my pecs and abs can be readily assessed and admired.

My shirts are often a size smaller than my actual measurements. This ensures that they stay wide open, exposing as much of my chest as possible during chores, forced workouts, role-play, and all forms of sex and corporal training. But if you’d like to take me out, say for dinner or a movie – my treat, of course – my wardrobe does include more conservative sizes.

I also like clothes pins. They can be put on my nipples without too much pain and worn for extended times. The nipple clamps hurt like a son-of@b! and the ones with little rubber teeth are excruciating. With the extra weight from the connecting chain, my nipples get pinched something awful.

The clothes pins are also better because they look improvised. The pics I’ve posted are supposed to show me coming home for what I think will be a relaxing weekend. Instead, an ski-masked intruder is pilfering my stuff. He gets the jump on me and yanks off my open tie, which he uses to bind my wrists together behind my back. The goon then unbuttons my shirt, ostensibly looking for jewelry around my neck. When he finds a bare, masculine chest, slick and shiny with sweat and smelling of fear and cologne, he strips me nude, throws me on the bed, and takes over my body for the next several hours, while all I can do is moan. When I refuse to kiss him open-mouthed, he grabs a pair of clothes pins from my nearby laundry basket and clips them on my nipples, happily twisting them back and forth like he’s turning keys in an ignition – until I finally kiss him deeply with my tongue and agree to be his obedient servant.

Again, the response wasn’t from the kind of guys Billy had imagined. Some were men he’d already put off – some nicely, some running away. He was disappointed, but still often aroused, though could only handle that so many times by himself. He didn’t think posting another fantasy would help, but didn’t know what else to do. So he quit that site and went back to occasionally posting pictures of himself – oiled, bound, and naked – on other sites. Then he resumed his normal life – working hard, seeing friends and family, reading, and watching TV. And googling porn.