Billie the trainer sub slut
Introduction:
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Our local college Basketball team made the state finals Tournament.
Its up to a 5 night trip depending on how the team does.
I’m their bus driver. I am Bi but like girls most of the time. There is one type boy I like.
Billie is that type. I have been watching him since the beginning of the season. Billie plays basketball but is to short to play at a league level. About 5 foot 2 very slim but fit, blond hair and fair skin.
Not trying to creep him out but you would by amazed how many times we ended up at the urinals at the same time this season. No joy though, Billie turns to prevent peeping while peeing. I don’t but I don’t think he looked.
We arrived late the first night as our first game was in the morning. The boys won and advanced to the next level.
After the game the boys had free time from just after lunch until 10 pm curfew.
I took the time go down to the local porn arcade and theater. This is the type I like, booths with glory holes, little theaters with sofas watching straight or gay porn. Of course a little dark open floor area at the back for the bashful to have sex.
I headed direct into the straight porn area to start, but no sluts here today.
OK, get a blow job or even take it up the ass if I found someone I liked. Over to the gay side.
That’s when I discovered Billie’s secret. I didn’t recognize him at first The super tight red shorts and “painted on” white t shirt made him look like a disco dude from the 70s. But man that bod is tight!
As I looked up from the largish bulge in his shorts I realized he was wearing a collar and leash. The horrified look on his face as I recognized him and he me was one of those lovely moments I will cherish always.
It took me a few moments to recognize the symbolism of the collar and leash. That little time had Billie backing away from me and shaking his head.
I took two quick steps and grabbed the loose end of the leash. He stopped and said “no” quietly while continuing to shake his head slightly.
I led him gently back into the dark area and pushed him back into the corner. Hopefully no one would see what we were doing.
I leaned over and spoke directly into his ear. “Billie, do you understand how badly this could go? The police find your body in some dumpster, raped and gutted?”
He nodded.
“Who’s your safety person?”
“I don’t have one” He said just loudly enough for me to hear him.
“Fuck….. OK Billie, take off the collar and get back to the hotel,. Then come talk to me in room 512. There are no team members on that floor so no one will see you, OK?”
He just stood there like a Deer in the headlights.
“Billie, don’t make me threaten you, go to the hotel now!”
He blinked a couple times and nodded his head.
As long as you come see me I wont fink on you. He’s back to the deer in headlights expression.
“Billie I need you to say you will come see me as soon as you get back and you will go straight back.”
Again he blinked and nodded his head.
I stepped back and let him go. As I did I looked down, he had a hard-on. Nicely defined in his tight shorts, 8 inches maybe bigger. Yummy
I hadn’t seen Billie on the way back, maybe he took a taxi when I rode the subway.
When I got there He was sitting in the lobby in jeans and a jacket. I could see the outline of his shorts through has jeans when he was walking away from me. He wasn’t the only-one with wood.
He didn’t speak to me on the elevator.
When we got to my room he walked in ahead of me like he was going to be executed, head down, looking at me sideways like a beaten puppy.
I sat down and held my head in my hands.
Looking up I said “Billie, what you did tonight was stupid and dangerous. Once you wear that collar and a loose leash anyone could use you anyway they want, beat you, rape you, gang bang you and slit your throat..”
“That’s what I wanted” so quietly I almost missed it.
“To get your throat cut?
“No, the gang bang part” he said looking at his feet.
“Ohhhh, OK let me think for a moment”
“Can I use the toilet?” he asked.
“Yeah, go ahead.” I said waving in the direction of the bathroom.
He didn’t close the door when he peed, but he didn’t face me either.
When he was done I had a plan to get him what he wanted and me inside his ass.
“Billie, the Collar is a Bondage and submission thing isn’t it? Is bondage part of your fantasy tonight?
“”Yes” still looking down.
“I can help you, but if I catch you being stupid like that again….”
“How”
“We will go to the Theater tomorrow, just as you were today, I will tie you to the railing in the back and every one including me will have a go at you” I didn’t tell him about the knife.
As I continued his eyes got wide and his chin came up “There will be a safe word and I will tie you so you can get loose if you need to.”
He started nodding.
“You understand most of these men won’t use condoms?”
He was standing there nodding, “That’s what I want”
“Fuck,” I said. “Billie I need you to tell me you understand what that means”
He stopped nodding and thought for a moment, “It probably means gonorrhea and syphilis, maybe HIV. Maybe other nasty things.”
“Your sure?”
“Yes” he said with and excited smile.
A scary thought came to me “Have you been fucked in the ass before?”
“Yes, the preacher used to do me, he was surprised I liked it.”
We made arrangements to meet after the last game.
I asked him one last thing as he went out the door “ Did you lube up before you went in the theater today?”
“He stopped and looked at me a little perplexed, “ No, its supposed to hurt.”
I just about came in my pants.
The boys won both games so it was 9 pm when me and Billie set off. The coach had set an midnight curfew.
As we rode the taxi to the theater I asked Billie if he had a target of number of men he wanted so I would have an idea when to take him out.
“No I want as many as possible, I wont use the safe word, we just have to be back for curfew.”
I doubted him, but OK let them fuck.
He rented a locker and put his jeans and jacket inside. I grabbed his leash and led him inside.
Last night there had been three other men in there, tonight was Friday so its was packed with 35 or 40 men in a theatre just large enough for half of them to sit on the furniture and the rest to lean against walls and such.
As I led Billie in things quietened down, I could see their eyes glitter in the dark. Billie on a leash was like they could smell fresh meat.
I could see Billie panting and flushed as we walked back to the brighter end of the railing separating the seating and the standing sex area at the back.
I looped Billies leash over the rail and pulled it so he had to bend over with his neck right on the pipe. I I took some red glow-in the dark thread from my pocket and tied his wrists to the railing. If there was trouble he could easily break the thread and his leash was just hanging there.
Boy he was panting and flushed, He shied away when I showed him my knife, I reached over and cut his shirt by his neck making sure he felt the blade on his neck. I reached over and cut the other side the same way.
Several men had crowded around, some of the stroking exposed cocks. I could see Billie looking at them and their dicks as I moved to make my next cut down the side of his shirt.
I made sure he felt the blade in his arm pit all the way to his waist, and watched his face as his shirt fell off. I thought he was coming at that point.
I I pushed down on his back so his ass was higher than his shoulders. Squatting down behind him I put my nose against his ass crack and reached up between his legs. He clenched up and arched his back up. That’s OK as I already had a hold of the crotch of his little red shorts.
I pulled them away from his balls and slid my knife up so I could cut them. I made sure he could feel the blade on his taint and balls as I did.
I stood up and pushed his shorts slightly up his hips and stepped back to allow his admirers access.
The first to get to him tried to shove a finger up his ass and found it bone dry. His dick wasn’t large but as he spit on Billies ass I realized he was a younger fellow and his dick was ready to go. Billie screamed as he was mounted, not loud but for a good long time until his natural goo and his first partners pre-cum started to lube him up.
As the first man pumped Billie, I saw Billies dick get really hard, I thought he was going to come but the first guy finished before Billie came. The next guy was just one of the old guys from the theater, he came in a few seconds moaning about how tight Billie was.
As the two hours and a bit Billie spent bent over that railing went on I noticed his dick was hard if he was getting barebacked and went soft when one of the men used a rubber.
I made a point of getting inside him as his tenth of the night, As I lined up the cum was already running down his legs and some blood was mixed in. I jabbed in him with out caring, and found while not tight anymore he was still a good fuck at that point. It only took about ten strokes and I came, as I did he looked over his shoulder and said “I’m coming, thank you.
He had 54 fuckers that night, they weren’t lovers or partners, they just used him as a sex appliance. I was one of the 34 that came inside him. He came three times. His dick didn’t get stroked or touched all night. The last time he came was when I walked him out of the theatre on his leash and bent him over the counter and watched the fat counter guy fuck him. The people in the store watched me hold his leash and the fat man grind his ass.
Neither of us ended up HIV positive and a good course of antibiotics seems to have cleared up the rest.
Maybe next time he will ask before setting out on his own.
