Training Billy by Cryptococcus
25 photos; 4:23 video
"Hey, guys. I hung your bow saw in the garage. Thanks for letting me use it."
"Okey-dokey," said Ron. He and Grange, my neighbors and best buds "across the creek" in our little valley, were sprawled out on the couch watching a hockey game. As usual on a Saturday, they were both in jeans, bare-chested, and barefoot.
My eyes were drawn to the third figure. Billy, a local fellow a couple of years younger than me, was sitting cross-kneed on the floor. Like the others, he was bare-chested, but unlike them, his hands were tied behind his back. "Hey," I said, "what's with Billy?"
"He wanted to watch racing," said Grange, "and we didn't."
He grinned up at me, and I grinned back. "For that," I told him," they tied you up?"
"I don't mind," admitted Billy.
"Hey, Grange," I said, suddenly inspired. "Mind if I borrow Billy?"
"Ain't that always the way? Bring something back, and borrow something else?" Grange elbowed Ron to get a reaction to his witticism, but Ron only grunted. His eyes were on the game. "Go ahead," said Grange. "Maybe you can find him some NASCAR."
"Cool, " I said. Then I crossed over and started putting Billy's clothes in a paper bag.
Billy was all grins, and he gave Ron and Grange a big one as I helped him up and led him toward the door. "Um," I said, "when do you guys want him back?"
"How about next spring?" asked Ron.
"Oh, hell," said Grange. "Why don't you just keep him?"
"Okay. Thanks.".
That was last weekend. I really did find Billy some racing on the dish, and we hung around, with Billy bound and me scheming, until late that evening when I let Billy loose and bid him goodbye.
So, another Saturday morning comes, and who do I find, grinning abashedly, at my door?
"Wanna tie me up?" asked Billy. "Remember, Ron and Grange said you could keep me."
I didn't need convincing. I reached out and grabbed Billy. "Call me 'Sir,'" I said as I started pulling Billy's clothes off in the XXXX way. I left him in his skivvies, but I paused to admire his smooth, honey-colored complexion. No doubt about it - Billy is a looker.
"Sir?" asked Billy, with that irrepressible grin that I would come to know so well.
"Yeah," I said. "Let's get you bound, and then we can go over the house rules."
"House rules?" Billy followed me into the spare bedroom.
"'House rules, sir," I prompted. "Uh-huh. If I'm going to 'keep you,' we need some sort of rules of order."
"I kinda thought I'd just do whatever you tell me to, sir."
"That's a good rule. Get on your knees and lean over the bed. Put your hands behind your back."
Billy complied, gracefully, and I felt fantasies ignite as I tightly tied his crossed wrists. This slender, handsome young man wanted to submit to ME. If I played my cards right . . .
Having a bound Billy of my very own was having a profound effect on me, but I soon found out that having a bound and gagged Billy was so much better. "It's okay if you want to look a little worried," I told him, as I pulled the bandanna gag between his teeth.
Nice, but more is needed, I thought as Billy held his bound wrists out to me, as if for inspection, and slowly came to his feet.
By the time I'd tied his upper arms together and bound his ankles, Billy's fully erect prong was thrusting forward from the slit in his skivvies. What's NOT to like about this? I thought, and then I had an idea. Let's add a little PERIL.
Yep. Billy got a rope around his cock and balls, and he did look suitably worried. I resisted the urge to tug on it, but I did loop it over an exposed roof beam and pull it taut down to wrap around his wrists. Billy wasn't going anywhere!
I would later find that it was like clockwork. Tie Billy up and he gets an erection. Leave him tied up a while, and he stays hard. Give him any sort of opening to reach his cock or rub it against something, and Billy gets off.
So, I released his cock, and I got the measure of it. I thought about all the things that I could do with a submissive man's cock, and I smiled as I pushed Billy down onto the bed. "Do anything you want," I told him. "Even see if you can get loose."
Billy didn't want to get loose. He wanted to get OFF.
I shed my cutoffs and crossed to an armchair. I watched the slender, helpless man on the bed of my spare bedroom trying to masturbate himself against the sheets, and I took myself in hand. I came seconds after Billy came.
And this was the first day of Billy's training. And, yes, I decided to keep him.
The End
Billy played by Andre
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/03/2006