Billy and the Goon - 6. Chapter 6

Billy had just gotten home when there was a knock.

“UPS!”

He looked out the window, but the guy in uniform was facing away, as if double-checking the address. Billy opened the door, and as the guy turned, he pulled down his wool cap into a ski mask. He gestured Billy back and casually kicked closed the door.

“Open your shirt.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Did I say to call me ‘Sir?’”

“No, Sir.”

“Then don’t.”

“OK.”

Billy couldn’t figure the goon out – and this guy had to be the goon.

“Squeeze your nipples,” he said.

Billy did.

“Harder – like you did mine.”

Definitely the goon.

“Take off your shirt.”

Billy did.

“Shoes.”

Billy started to sit.

“Did I say ‘Sit?’”

“No, S...” He stopped. “No.”

“Then don’t.”

And Billy took off his shoes, standing on alternate feet.

“Socks.”

Billy repeated himself.

“Pants.”

Billy let them drop.

“Shorts.”

They were down around his ankles.

“Kick them away.”

Billy stood naked.

“Turn.”

He did.

“Squeeze your nipples till you scream.”

“You’re joking.”

“No,” the goon said. Though he made it seem like a game.

Billy followed orders.

“Is that a scream?” he was mocked.

Billy tried again.

“Do you need your clamps?”

Billy screamed.

“Use you nails.”

Billy screamed.

The goon simply reached around Billy’s chest and made him scream and fall to his knees. Then he pushed Billy flat and banged away till Billy cried. But they were tears of pleasure.

“Turn over,” he was ordered.

Billy did, and the goon’s dick filled his mouth. Ah – the lube. But when Billy went to take off the condom and suck the goon, the man shouted, “No! Never do that! Not with me or anyone else!”

“Yes...” Billy quickly killed the “Sir.” Then the goon shot on Billy’s chest, and Billy rubbed it in.

As reward, the goon fondled his dick. Slowly. But the third time he made Billy shoot, it hurt.

The goon laughed, as if he knew. But he kept making Billy squirt.

“I’ll be back when you can do six,” he grumbled. “Work on it.”

And Billy did.