Date: Wed, 24 Mar 1999 03:42:54 -0800 (PST)
From: Scott <Mnman43@aol.com>
Subject: Submitting To Billy (b/t, true)

Submitting to Billy (b/t, true)
by Scott (Mnman43@aol.com)

These events happened when I was 14, and the story is true.
Back then my best friend was Dave, who lived down the block.
He was a big guy (a little fat and about 180 pounds) and very
active; he loved to wrestle and goof around.  I, on the other
hand, was a slender 14-year-old weighing about 120 or so.
I was a fairly passive kid, so we didn't have much in common
as far as the wrestling was concerned.  Dave was a great
guy who generally helped me out when some one picked on me.

Trying to bulk me up, he suggested I come over to his house to lift
weights with him.  He loaded the barbell with 50 pounds, lifted it over
his head and pressed it 15 or 20 times, and then told me to do the same.
He suggested repetition lifts as a good way for me to 'build up'.  Try as
I might, I couldn't get the damn thing over my head, even once.  My arms
just didn't have the strength to do it.  I said "are you sure this is only
50 pounds?"

Just then, Dave's 12-year-old brother, Billy, came into the basement and
heard my wimpy comment.  Billy proceeded to press the bar above his head
and teased me about the fact that I couldn't.  I had no choice but to take
another shot at it, with the same humiliating result.  As I set the
weights down, Billy came over to me and grabbed me in a bear hug from
behind, trapping my arms at my side.  My arms were tired from the
exertion, and I had no strength left to fight him off.  Dave told Billy to
leave me alone, and he proceeded to let me go, but gave me a big push with
both arms square in my back, catching me unexpected and off-balance, and I
went sprawling face-first to the floor.

I knew I should get up and try to salvage some 'honor' out of the
situation, but I was at a disadvantage on the ground and with tired arms,
so I just lay there feeling defeated for a moment and looked up at Billy
as he strode on past me.  Billy was a couple inches shorter than me, and
probably weighed 10 pounds less than me, being two years younger.  But he
was arrogant and knew that he was tougher.

The next day I was in my yard shooting baskets, when Billy wandered over
from two doors down.  The talk got around to how he thought he could beat
me at wrestling.  Pride got the best of me and I said I could take him
with my hands tied behind my back, since he was 2 years younger than me.
He actually took me up on that statement, and for some reason I then let
him tie my hands behind my back.  Needless to say, I was totally helpless.
He pushed me over onto the ground, and he proceeded to sit astride my
chest and slap my face lightly, and mention how I was as helpless as a
baby.  After 10 minutes of pleading to let me go, he untied my hands.

"How about if I tie your ankles?" he said.  I agreed, and we went at it
again.  Same result... he was quickly on top of me and pinned me down,
sitting up on my chest, pinning my arms down with his knees so he had his
hands free to harass me.  And that he did.  He pulled my ears, nose, lips,
you name it.  Nothing too bad or painful.  It was just humiliating having
my best friend's younger brother beating me up.  My confidence was totally
shot at that point, but I had to try fighting him one last try, this time
without being tied at all.  It was a pretty good match, but I eventually
found myself in the same position, looking up into his gloating eyes,
getting my face slapped and pinched again.  I gave up any resistance,
totally defeated.

He eventually got bored with this, and I figured he would go home, but I
was wrong.  He rolled me over and tied my wrists behind my back again.
Then he saw a dog collar and leash in our garage and put that on me and
led me to his house, down to their basement, occasionally slapping me if I
didn't do as he said.  Billy's Mom came down the stairs doing laundry, and
saw my situation and asked what was going on.  Billy just told her I lost
a wrestling match and I was 'paying my dues'.  She just watched for a
moment, as he pulled me around some more, then she smiled and disappeared
to do her laundry...chuckling.  I guess I could have asked her to make him
let me go, but something held me back.  Maybe I actually wanted him to be
humiliating me!

I resigned myself to his domination as we made our way into his bedroom
and he locked the door.  He told me to sit on his bed, and I had no choice
but to comply with my arms still tied behind my back.  Sitting on the edge
of his bed, he pushed me onto my back and sat beside me.

"Let's see what the wimp has inside his pants" said Billy in a scornful
voice.  I was wearing athletic shorts, and he put his fingers into the
elastic waistband and pulled down my shorts and underwear, in one quick
motion, down to my knees.  My penis was partially erect, and adding to my
embarrassment was the fact that I was still fairly small -- about 4 inches.
He took one look at my cock and gave a little sarcastic laugh.  He didn't
touch it, though, and instead straddled me so he was sitting on my chest.
I was defenseless to stop him.  Then he did something that has been burned
into my memory ever since.  He unzipped his pants and pulled them down a
bit and pulled out his cock.  Even though he was only 12, his cock was
bigger than mine!  And he had just as much hair.  I may have been sort of
a late bloomer, but Billy was incredibly developed for his age.  His
adolescent circumcised cock and dangling ball sack were just inches from
my face and his penis was pulsing to a full erection right before my eyes.
In seconds it was completely hard - 6 inches of handsome, rigid muscle.

Then he said "you want to suck this, don't you?"  I was in total shock.  I
had resigned myself to the humiliation of being dominated by Billy, but
this came as a total surprise.  He held his cock in his hand and touched
it to my lips.  I turned my head away.  I struggled feebly beneath him but
the exertion and the sight and smell Billy's hard-on was starting to have
an effect on me.  I was getting aroused!  Then he grabbed the back of my
head and pulled my face into his crotch and rubbed his dick on my face and
ordered me to lick it.  After a minute of trying to avoid the inevitable,
I opened my mouth and my tongue came out and licked the shaft of his
penis.  He guided me up and down the shaft and then told me to lick his
balls.  My tongue lapped at the soft skin and felt the sizeable nuts
hanging inside the sack.  Still holding my head and controlling its
movement, he brought my mouth back to his cock.

"Time to suck me, Scotty boy" he said forcefully.  His breathing was
becoming deeper with excitement, and his cock throbbed right in front of
my face.  He let go of my head and place the head of his cock at my lips.
This time I didn't resist.  My lips opened and wrapped around the flared
cock head as my tongue lapped at the smooth hot flesh.  For the first time
in my life, I was sucking a cock.  I had no idea why I was submitting to
this boy.  He wasn't even my friend.  But I was getting as excited sucking
him as he was at being sucked.  As he pumped his cock into my mouth, his
breathing got deeper and he kept repeating "you're a good cocksucker, you
are a good cocksucker".  My own cock was hard as I tried to grind my
crotch up into his jeans to rub against him, but he was out of reach.  If
my hands had not been tied behind me, I would surely have been jacking
myself off in urgent strokes.

"Oh yeah!  Do it cocksucker!  Yeah; here it cums!"  Billy stiffened, and a
blast of cum exploded into my mouth.  It seemed like he'd never stop
shooting, and I tried my best to swallow his load without choking.  After
he finished, he pulled his cock out of my mouth but kept his crotch
pressed against my face as he leaned against the headboard of my bed and
caught his breath.  I continued to lick his penis, and my own stiff cock
continued to beg for attention.  Then he sat back right on my cock as he
tucked his own large member back in his pants.  If I thought he might give
me some sexual relief, I was wrong.  He got off me and untied me.  I'm
sure he had to notice my erect little 4-inch penis, but he didn't say a
word about it.  He merely said we'll have to do this again some time, and
allowed me to leave.

A couple days later I came over to play with Dave, and as luck would have
it Billy answered the door and informed me that Dave wasn't home.   He
asked if I wanted to wrestle again and have a chance to redeem myself.  I
knew he would kick my butt again, but for some reason, I wanted to try.
It was a hot summer day and we were both wearing gym shorts and t-shirts,
and Billy said we should go down in his cool basement rec room as it was
carpeted and had enough room.  Billy stripped off his t-shirt, obviously
proud of his physique.  Although only 12, his muscles were well defined
for his age, and he pumped up his hairless chest and flexed his arms.
When I also took off my shirt, Billy arrogantly commented about my skinny
chest and narrow shoulders.

Our wrestling had no rules and we just went at it.  My thin arms were no
match for his, and he quickly had my arm twisted behind my back and forced
me to my knees.  "Do you give?" he demanded, inching my arm up painfully.
"Ouch! Yes, I give" I wined.  Then, without hesitation, Billy came around
in front of me and pulled down his shorts and said "you know what you're
suppose to do, right?"  And having been beaten again, I knew I must suck
his cock again.  This time I didn't resist.  As I brought my mouth slowly
to his crotch, he grabbed my head and pulled my face against his boner.  I
allowed him to fuck his hard penis in my willing mouth.  This time my
hands weren't tied, and I stroked my crotch as he plunged his dick back
and forth between my lips.  In only a short time, his cum was again
pulsing into my mouth and I was swallowing every drop.

We had 3-4 more matches that morning, and I was totally out-classed by
this youngster.  Even though I was bigger and older, he was stronger and
able to dominate me at will.  Each time, my defeat required me to suck
him.

Ironically, though we were both turned on by our perverse relationship, we
never did this again.  A couple years later we wrestled again, and again
he whipped me.  But there were other guys around; otherwise, I'm sure he
would have made me suck him.

Of course, in the many years since then, I've fantasized about these
events and have spun many other scenarios of submitting to Billy's raw
sexuality. Like imaging him fucking me; or of him bringing his young
friends over to share his submissive 14-year-old sex slave.

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