Date: Thu, 22 Aug 2002 18:51:01 +0000
From: Davey R <chunkblossom@hotmail.com>
Subject: bills-goodbye-party-5

This is a sex fantasy based on the Australian soap "Neighbours". Most of the
characters in this story are copyright of the Grundy Network. All the events
that follow are made up and nothing to do with the show or any actors from
it. And Batman and Robin are copyright of DC comics.

Been a couple of years since Jesse Spencer left Neighbours but he's damn
hard to get out of the system. This prequel/sequel takes place a couple of
years later too. Don't know whether or not to follow it up so let me know if
you like it.

(and to BJ - surprise!!)

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Darcy's favourite way to let off some steam after a hard day at work was
pull of his pants, whack a good boy porn tape into the video, then sit back
and thrash himself off.
He liked young guys best of all, teen boys who he could imagine himself
dominating, the prettier the better. He liked them hairless and smooth and
tightly muscular, and he liked them on the bottom. He always went for the
high school fantasies or the teen bondage, and was always most turned on by
a totally obedient boy. Or one who was taught to be obedient.

Recently, since moving to Erinsborough he'd found a new supplier of videos.
Underground stuff. Very cheaply made but very arousing. They were so
obviously unprofessional that the fucking felt more convincing and
voyeuristic - they weren't porn stars in the movies but real people.

More real than he might have thought, in fact. Because he hadn't expected,
when he ordered 'Lapdancer Gangbang' to recognise the star. But there he
was; the dancing stripper whose butthole was pummelled on a small
unconvincing set by three very convincing college boys. Karl and Susan's
son, Bill.
He couldn't help chuckling. The respectable doctor and respectable
headmistress, and their bland suburban klatch... the son she talked of so
proudly was being buggered for public enjoyment in queer porn.
This made the video immediately hotter. He was even watching it in the guest
room in Karl's house. Oh yeah, he'd noticed before that Billy Kennedy had
grown into a hot little cocktease. This wasn't the first time he'd caused
Darcy to cum. While Bill had lived here Darcy had often fantasised about
paying the family a visit and starting an affair with him. Imagined creeping
into bed with him and night and wrapping him up in his arms. Playing footsie
with him under the table, winking at him across the room, right under his
parents noses. And always imagined that face, that sexy cocky face covered
in his very own cum.

In the video, Billy wiggled his buttocks slowly over the erect cock of a
very pleased looking skinheaded college boy. Hands clasped behind his head
as the rim of his hole kept on lightly brushing the tip of the big bulging
cock head. The guy losing control as this continued, the swaying stripper
boy Billy Kennedy teasing the thick cock until it began to thrust
involuntarily, until the guy had no choice but to smack his hands around
Billy's taut waist and pull him further down, until the cock head was
protruding between his buttocks, and then started to slowly, slowly, go up
and down until he was entering him. The other two college guys had stripped
their shirts off and came to join in the action. They were stocky but not as
sexy as Billy. It didn't matter. Fuck! No-one was as sexy as Billy! That was
why it was GREAT to see them being able to treat him like this. They were
kissing at his shoulders and arms as the other college boy found his way
further up that hole. After the guy came they swapped, and Billy was screwed
again on the floor while the boys held his cute boy legs apart as far as
they would go.

Darcy enjoyed that one. Flushed the stuck-together tissues down the same
toilet Billy must have used growing up.
He was still grinning. It was so satisfying to know that Billy had got what
was coming to him. He wondered how the little bitch lived now. Whoring
himself maybe. Man, that would be worth splashing out on.

He could never tell Bill's parents, of course. But it was a good thing to
know.

He greedily got hold of all the other videos starring 'Kiki Kennedy' he
could find. 'Caveboy Cunt', filmed somewhere that looked like the outback
but was probably only a few miles out of town. Bill's pert teasing buttocks
wrapped in a little leather skirt, the rest of his body totally naked. Billy
as a caveboy taken for a wife by a caveman with a huge club, and fucked in
caves. Fucked in his own goddamn cave anyway. Bill's sexy legs spread over a
middle-aged body builders thick shoulders. Billy's legs became so narrow
around his ankles. It was cute and boyish and that alone made Darcy orgasm.
That and Billy's groaning. He loved to hear a faggoty voice groaning, loved
to imagine it groaning his name and begging for more.
'Boy Wonder'. Billy dressed as Robin in those outrageously homoerotic skimpy
green speedos. Obviously from a costume shop like the Batman outfit on the
hunk who fucked him, but the trunks had been altered, skimpy and tight
around his genitals and arse so that their shape was totally obvious.
'Gym Slut'. Billy draped over a pummel horse. Beefy men taking turns.

Then one morning one of the video packages came to the door when he wasn't
there, and it was accidentally opened by Karl.
'Naughty Schoolboy' it said. 'Starring Kiki Kennedy'. There was a picture on
the makeshift cover of Bill posing in his old school uniform. The uniform
was kept at Bill's place, Karl had taken it over there himself. Lance and
Toady in particular had enjoyed making up for the fun they'd longed for but
missed in their school days with bitchboy.

Karl didn't realise the mistake at first. He thought his mates were taking a
risk in sending this to home, but was still looking forward to watching it.
See what mischief his slut boy had been pushed into this time.
It was only when the receipt dropped out that he saw Darcy's name and
checked the front of the envelope again.

Well, well. So Darcy knew.

That night, over a drink, he quietly presented the videotape to Darcy in the
pub. Darcy was horrified at being discovered but, chuckling, Karl calmed him
down. Then they went for a walk and he told Susan's appetisingly well-built
nephew the story.

***

It was meant to have been Bill Kennedy's goodbye party. That night, a couple
of years ago. When he'd surrendered that fit, sexy young body of his to all
the men who desired him - which meant just about all the men he knew. It was
meant to have been a farewell. The men of Ramsay Street had believed,
stupidly it seemed now, that one night of sheer pleasure with the hot
teenage boy would be enough to sate their incredible lust for him, that they
wouldn't need him any more after that.

When you haven't had Billy, when it seems impossible that you'll ever be
able to have him, the idea of just fucking him once seems to be more than
enough. He was, so people thought, a young straight guy with a girlfriend.

But Bill's 'friend' Lance had planned otherwise, and so had his 'father'
Karl. They'd known better.

They were the ones who had first discovered Bill's love of submission, after
that night a couple of years back when Lance had got drunk with him in the
local pub. That night when Bill's defences had broke down and he'd finally
revealed to Lance in a lowered, whispered faggoty voice that it was only by
thinking about men that he'd been able to sustain a sexual relationship with
Lance's sister. Told him that when they fucked he liked her to reach around
and stick her finger into his butthole, and then as he thrusted back and
forward he imagined that this penetration, this teasing and almost
insignificant feeling of being invaded was just a prelude to something
better, a hint of what the real thing would feel like. When he put his penis
into Anne, tried desperately to appear hungry for her, he kept that penis
hard by imagining the finger up his hole would soon be replaced by something
bigger. Something fatter, something longer. Something that belonged to a man
who desired him. Him, Billy Kennedy.
He was so proud of his tight, sexy body. He so longed for men to desire it.
Bill Kennedy dreamed, pictured, visualized, conjured up in his head the idea
of what it would feel like for his arsehole to be filled with cock. And he
became good at imagining it, over time. Enough to be able to have sex with
Anne, anyway. Enough to get him hard and make him cum, if he imagined hard
enough. He even held back from masturbating so that the cum would flow
easier and thicker when he was with her.
But finally after so many months, just imagining it wasn't enough any more.
His asshole ached and itched in anticipation of the cock that he thought
would never enter it. He saw men on the streets and wished that they would
grab him by the arm and take him down some side alley to give him what he
needed, wished that they would somehow know what he was and take advantage
of it. Use him. Maybe not even say anything, just use him and throw him
away. He passed building sites and wished that it was him the big men were
whistling at, and not the women.
He realised, he told Lance, that he needed it. Needed it enough to humiliate
himself before Lance with this revelation, to beg him - literally fucking
beg him - to give it to him just once. Not knowing that this was Lance's
dream come true, that Lance would have given anything to break that boy cunt
open. Not knowing that Lance and Toady and Joel had spent many a night
sitting around in a huddle and talking about the things they'd like to do to
the hot, hot Billy Kennedy. All the nights they'd sat swapping their
fantasies about making Billy Kennedy their lust slave... Lance had wanted to
fuck Billy right as he worked out... Toady dreamed of putting him in a dog
collar and leash and making him crawl on all fours for his master... Joel,
who had often seen Billy's pert little butt in tight speedos, had always
wanted to have his way with him on the school premises... they'd raced those
nights to see who could jizz up first, turning each other on with their
ideas, their fantasising. Bill Kennedy's hot fucking body and his equally
sexy, tauntingly sexy face were completely irresistible.

And now that piece of irresistible meat had offered itself to Lance. Bill
Kennedy sitting there in the pub in his dungarees and shirt trying to look
like a workman, with that horny-as-fuck face. Lance tried not to look as
eager as he was. He didn't want Bill to know what a devastatingly hot little
bastard he was. He wanted Bill to think he was indifferent and would fuck
him as a favour, as a concession to Bill's weakness. He wanted Billy to be
not only conquered, but grateful for it too.

Because that's what it was that night. A conquest. The stupid little finger
fucks that Bill had settled for before, those were merely invasions of his
body. But when Lance took him to his bed that night it was a conquest. He
planted himself in Billy, sealed himself to him with cum.
Yeah, the cum throbbing in the hanging, loaded package between Lance's
thighs as he watched Bill Kennedy, there in his very own bedroom, drunkenly
unbuttoning his shirt. The cum and blood throbbing in him as he approached
to help him, as he placed his hands on Bill's torso and slid the shirt away
from his back. As he pulled down Bill's trousers from behind and revealed
that tight smooth bubble butt, that boy arse that was going to be his. His
for the breaking. What red-blooded man could resist?
Oh, so very very much cum flowed from him and into Bill when he made love to
him that night. If you could call it making love. It was really more like
making hate. He did hate Bill Kennedy, for arousing him so much, for being
in his thoughts all the time, for being so fucking perfect. For being neat
boy, sexy boy, good boy with his middle class family and toned arms and taut
little chest. Hated him for giving all of that boy-man perfection to his
sister Anne and not to Lance's own mammoth hunger.

Oh yeah, the cum, all that cum wriggling and kissing at Bill's insides. He
liked to imagine all that seed thrashing around the insides of Bill's body
looking for the eggs. Not finding them but spreading itself gradually all
the way through the inside of Bill, so that a layer of Lance's seed clutched
at his entire sexy body from the inside.

He thought about that afterwards, of course. That night he was far too
crazed with his lust to know anything other than that he reeeeally fucking
loved making out with this lithe back, scraping his teeth down it, and that
he reeeeeaally fucking loved the solidity of this biceps he was squeezing in
his hands, against his palms. He loved cumming and staying hard anyway, and
watching tears trickle from Bill's eyes down his hot face and onto the
pillow, he loved the intense fleshy heat that enveloped his dick, and the
long groans of satisfaction from that throat, that Billy Kennedy throat
inside that long neck. He loved the tangy smell of Billy Kennedy's sweat
that came to his nostrils in waves as the pair of them bounced up and down
in giant thuds on the bed, the impaler and the impaled, the cock and the
cunt.

And he loved afterwards, continuing to pretend that he'd had no real
interest in screwing Bill. That he could have fucked anyone just as
magnificently, just as furiously, and Bill just happened to be the lucky
one. Loved taking him by the arm, by the fantastic toned bicep, and walking
him to the front door and grunting to him,
"There. You wanted to know what a real man fucks like. THAT's what a real
man fucks like. And you'll never fuck my sister that way, Billy, because
you. Are. Cunt"
and then pushing him out onto the street without any clothes on at four in
the morning.
He chuckled to himself as he returned to bed for an utterly contented sleep,
wondering how and if Bill would get back into his own house without a key.
The faggot wouldn't dare knock on the door, for fear of waking Toady and
Lance.

Ha! Like those two wouldn't hear about this. Lance told them over breakfast
the next morning, and they congratulated the lucky son of a bitch, getting
really excited about the possibilities this opened up.

Next to know was Bill's father, Karl, that afternoon.
He wasn't Bill's real father, of course. Karl's wife Susan had once had an
affair with an incredibly sexy surfer guy, Jesse, and Billy was the result.
Karl hadn't really forgiven her for the affair, or so he told her, but he'd
taken her back anyway, because why disrupt his little marriage of
convenience? In fact the surfer, a 'friend of the family', was an insatiably
rampant bi beast who had slept with Karl once or twice too. And at the back
of his mind Karl had always hoped the kid would grow to look like his
pretty, long-gone father.
He'd been rewarded for waiting. Billy had grown up to look exactly like
Jesse. Absolute boy pussy. And when Toady had lived with the Kennedy's, Karl
had observed easily enough the hungry looks that Bill's porky mate gave the
little hunk when he wasn't looking. He'd told Toady the story, and they'd
became friends through their shared desire for the foxy fucker.

So Karl was told all about it later that morning, in his surgery. Lance
giving him all the details. It was such deeply good and satisfying news that
Karl had to unzip his flies and jerk himself off while Lance spoke. So he
takes after his father, he thought. I can't wait to see if he feels like his
father too.
"He wants cock" Lance said. " He needs cock, he's totally desperate for it.
He told me, when I was fucking him, I think he said it kind of by accident,
'cause he was so turned on he didn't know what he was saying..." Lance
looked proud as he said this, "He told me that all he really wants is to be
used by men." That was when Karl's cum volcanoed from his dick head and down
the sides of his hand.

Used by men. That was what he wanted. That was what men wanted. That was
what he would get.

It was Lance who'd first suggested the Goodbye Party to him, when Bill had
got that job out of town, and looked set to move out of Erinsborough. He'd
confided to him that Joel and Toady were pretty keen on him too, and
wouldn't mind having a crack at him before he left.
At that, Bill let slip, "Oh, I can't believe they never said anything!"
And Lance grinned Already Bill was freely admitting that what he wanted more
than anything was to be possessed by men. More and more easily letting Lance
see him as he really was. There was no going back for him now. Billy Kennedy
admitting more and more easily the totally submissive faggot he really was.
Lance seeing that hot body and knowing that from now on, it would be the
property and the toy of horny men. Even if Billy didn't know it yet. The
goodbye party would be more of a surprise party really. Surprise. You're
ours.

Lance simply promised Bill a good sending-off from a couple of his old
friends. Like the three of them giving him a good shafting was no different
to having a few drinks.

The presence of all the other guys from Ramsay Street at the party was part
of the surprise. He didn't find out about them until the night itself. And
when he did, when he walked through the door into Lance and Toady's home, he
was surprised and shocked and overwhelmingly excited. Lou? Drew? His dad?
Young Paul and Tad? So many men who craved him... he'd lost all his
inhibitions almost immediately, and surrendered himself to their lust.
Overwhelmed by their numbers. This dark need of his, this craving, it must
have been right after all, because all the men he knew wanted him to be that
way. No need to act like their friend or some polite young man from down the
road any more. Now he acted like their slave. He became willing, pliant
arsehole and loved it. And they fucked him in every hole they could all
night long. Took him bak to his old school and fucked him all around the
building.

The bigger surprise, which Lance and Karl had planned ahead, was cancelling
his journey out of Erinsborough and arranging for a small flat for him, not
very far away from Ramsey Street itself. They knew that when they suggested
it to him, just at the right moment, in the thick of the orgy with his
asshole pummelled by a huge group of men and the taste of cum in his
mouth... they knew that he'd agree. Because that was what he was. It was his
fantasy come true, as much as theirs. He couldn't not agree.

And, when the night came, exhausted by his deep and insatiable enslavement
to cock, he assented so easily.

So easily. the stupid, fantastic little fucker.

As that night ended and the sun started to rise, the men of Ramsey Street
carried their trophy out onto the school's football pitch, and fucked him
one more time in the mud. So many piling onto him that he sank half into the
mud in the frenzy. To crown the night and his gorgeous degradation, the men
then stood up and treated him to a final golden shower. He bathed and
writhed in their hot flowing piss, his arms plopping out of the mud so he
could run his hands over his muscular body. He spread the piss everywhere it
would go like he was taking a real shower. He spread the piss over his tight
pecs even as the fresh flow of it splashed against his fingers. He smeared
it around his neck and rubbed it under his armpits. He closed his eyes and
opened his mouth in pleasure as it flowed over his face.

Conquered. Completely.

They had him walk back to the car and climb back into the trunk. It would
stink of piss the next day, but it'd be easy enough to get it cleaned.
He had to be up pretty early so he could 'leave town' -
What a joke. The taxi would only take him a few blocks away, to his new
place
-so he was allowed to shower at Toady and Lance's house. He was unwilling to
do it, he loved having the smell of his masters' domination all over him.
There'll be plenty of time for that in the future, they told him. All the
time in the world.

And when Bill Kennedy left Ramsey Street, he left behind the assertive and
independent young man he'd tried to be, the healthy, sexy straight boy with
a girlfriend. His deepest dirtiest wish had come true and his humiliation
was complete.
He was tamed and broken. He was now a sex toy that existed only for the
pleasure of men.

A few months later, Lance let Anne in on the deception. Bill had never
satisfied her as a lover and she'd found a new man who lived out of town and
who she knew her parents would never approve of. He was, among other things,
a pornographer.
So she pretended to move out of town to go live with Bill, and he went along
with it in the lying, rehearsed phone calls he made to his family. When he
made those calls he used a Bill Kennedy persona that he now knew wasn't him
any more. It got harder and harder for him to pretend, but he could put that
down to simply growing away from his family.

The men of Ramsay Street paid for the flat and his food partly with their
own money, partly by whoring him out to friends, relatives and fucking
casual acquaintances. Karl sometimes quietly recommended him to patients as
a kind of stress relief toy. Like a massage except they were the ones who
got to handle the muscles and the flesh. The money from Anne's boyfriend
Jake helped a lot too. He would often make use of Billy. Sending guys down
to his tiny flat to pick him up and use him in quickie porn flicks. Bill on
the bottom always, where he belonged.

So the party had never ended. It had continued through its own hangover and
taken over Bill Kennedy's existence. He never left that delirious state of
waiting for the next cock, the next man. Never knowing who he was going to
give himself to that day, that night. Individuals, groups, college boys out
for a good time, local gays who had seen his porn videos and wanted in on
the action.

The men who owned him kept a chest of sex toys and a wardrobe of clothes in
his flat. They each had copies of the keys. He didn't. They wanted, whenever
they went into that flat to find him only in his shorts, or a thong, or
swimming trunks or hotpants, so they always left him there in his underwear
with his clothes locked away. They didn't want him able to play with his
dildos while they weren't around either. It was a waste for him to be filled
with fake cock when there was no-one there to see it.

His body had become even tighter, more muscular. He ate less, but it was
more nutrition, less fun food. With nothing to do a lot of the time he did
loads of working out. Had to keep the guys hot for him. He worried about
them tiring of him and finding someone else. And he'd have no idea by now
how to return to a normal life.

***

Darcy wanted to nail Kiki Kennedy and he wanted everyone to see it. So he
asked a favour of Karl.
And soon enough he had a new favourite porn flick to enjoy. A strangely
familiar man in his early thirties with big muscles and killer abs, giving
'hitchhiker' Kiki Kennedy a ride and then facefucking him on the roof of the
car.

When he and a couple of Jake's associates first arrived at Billy's flat -
the guys called it 'the pit' - he was taken aback by the odour of stale
sweat and cum inside the place. The stink of men and their juices as in the
very air Billy breathed, day in, day out.
Billy, climbing out of his bed, looked pleased to see him. Billy who'd given
away everything for this existence, a young man in his early twenties who
wanted only to be used and now greeted him with a look of dizzy hunger and
submission. He walked over to this new man and knelt down in front of him.
The men had taught him always to great strangers with a gesture of
obedience.
Billy kneeling before him, the curve of his bowed neck as it grew from his
delicious back so deeply sexy. As sexy as his complete unqualified need to
give men pleasure with his body and be degraded by them. There was even a
dried streak of cum on his jutting chin.
Fucking perfect. To have this slut here in the flesh was better than
anything.
They dressed him and too him a little way out of town, shooting the movie
somewhere deserted by the coast. The plot had Darcy taking the foxy young
hitchhiker Kiki Kennedy into his car, getting regular blow jobs as payment
for giving him a ride. Darcy's strong arms lifting Kiki onto the roof of the
car and then straddling him there, straddling his face, straddling his face
and stroking his throbbing cock from side to side against that face. Darcy's
strong back arching as he let his arms fall by his sides and let his cock
tug his abdomen upwards, let his cock spill and spill and spill all over
that fucking face, just like he'd wanted, just like he'd fucking wanted...
The camera was too far away to get a good closeup of it, and so Darcy
scrambled down from the roof of the car, bringing the pussyboy with him. And
he grabbed hold of the back of Kiki's neck and pushed his face towards the
camera, "Get a fucking load of this!" he yelled excitedly, the camera and
the screen filling up with that hot, pretty unbelievably sexy bitchboy face,
soaked all over with thick cock cream. "Fuck, yeah! Get a load of this!"

That was so hot they left it in. That was where Darcy's new favourite porn
movie ended, on that slutboy face covered in his own copious seed. On
himself, holding up his prize.