Billy

From: Alan Knight
Subject: ‘Billy’ by Stefan (Gay male historical. M/t Anal, Spank)

Usual disclaimers apply.

My boss, Henry Williamson, was invalided out of
the Desert Campaign. The War itself was over
before I was old enough to join up. So, I went to
work on the Williamson farm. Now, at age 29, I
ran the spread almost single-handed.

The ‘almost’ mentioned above was the Williamson’s
son, Billy. Although only 16 he was a very
willing worker. Billy was small for his age which
meant I did the bulk of the work.

I liked to be kept busy. Less time for thinking,
that way. When I was 15 a rough, masculine
shed-hand talked me into letting him up my bum.
How I squealed when his hard penis opened my tiny
sphincter and filled my chute. He pounded into me
until his nuts erupted, spraying his spunk high
into my bowels.

That shed hand did me every night for a week but,
when there was no more work for him, the
itinerant worker moved on to another farm. He
left me both sore and lonely. There had been no
one else after him. Most nights I jacked-off in
my bunk. The tight, taut jeans-covered rump which
flashed into my mind just before I ejacqulated,
belonged to Billy.

Although I slept in the single men’s quarters I
always ate with the family. One Saturday, the
Williamsons, normally very sociable folk, were
silent. Old Henry sat in his wheelchair picking
at the wholesome country fare. Mrs Williamson was
sighing. Billy had the frightened look of a
rabbit, caught in a car’s headlights.

Mrs Williamson cleared the plates away and
disappeared outside. Henry cleared his throat.

“Sean, sorry if we all seem a bit distracted”.

“Thought something was up”, I replied. “Anything
I can do to help?”

“It’s our Billy”. The farmer looked at his son
with both admiration and loathing. “He’s only
gone and knocked up the Prentice girl”.

I glanced at Henry’s son and heir. The youth did
not look too pleased at the prospect of
fatherhood.

“Suzy Prentice? The one with the big ..”

“Titties”. Henry confirmed.

We both thought about the teen who oozed
sensuality from every pore.

“Sean, I need you to do something for me. It’s
personal”. The farmer said quietly. His son
seemed to shrink in his chair. “I need you to
give Billy a hiding. Stripe his tail for him.
Then maybe he’ll keep his dick inside his jeans”.

I looked at Billy.

“Guess I’ve got it coming to me”, he said.

“Please, Sean”, the farmer begged. “I’d do it
myself, if I was able”.

The thought of leathering Billy on the bare bum
made me go hard.

“I have to check on the ewes”. I looked at my
pocket watch and then at Billy. “Come over to the
quarters at 3 o’clock”.

The youth nodded.

“Thanks, Sean”. The boss sounded grateful…

…The time pips had just sounded on the wireless
beside my bed. I looked up and Billy was standing
in the doorway. I ushered him inside and closed
the door. I motioned for him to sit down while I
listened to the all-important weather forecast.
Then I switched the wireless off.

“Billy. Did you really do it with the Prentice
girl?”

“Uh, huh”.

“How many times?”

“O-once”.

He didn’t sound very convincing.

“Are you ok about me giving you a hiding?”

“Uh, huh”.

“Ever had one before?”

“Not with Dad being the way he is”. Billy
suddenly looked much younger than his sixteen
years. “I got the cane a couple of times at high
school. Hurt like Hades”. The Prentices were
religious folk.

I stood up and placed a pillow on the end of the
bed. “Get your jeans and undies off and straddle
that pillow”.

Billy got undressed while I unlooped my thick
leather work belt and doubled it. The youth got
down onto the pillow, his glorious bottom
sticking right up in the air. His legs were apart
and I could see right inside his hairless crack.
Its pink pucker looked like it was about to wink
at me.

“Poke your nuts back under your body”, I
instructed. His left hand pulled them out of
harm’s way. His buttocks were exposed and
waiting. How I wanted to make sweet love to that
part of Billy’s anatomy! Instead, I was required
to hurt it. Sighing, I delivered a very hard lick
of the belt. A broad band of red flooded healthy
pink flesh. Billy squirmed.

Then I really let him have it. The youth was soon
yelling after each hard lick. I took out a lot of
my aggression and frustration on Billy’s pliant
buttocks that sunny afternoon. When his mounds
were covered with angry-looking crimson welts, I
coiled the leather on the small of his back and
sat on the bed.

“Talk to me Billy”. He looked up at me through
tear-filled eyes. “What REALLY happened between
you and the Prentice girl?”

“Like I said”, he mumbled.

“The hiding will get harder and harder until you
tell me the truth”.

I picked up the leather and wrapped the
buckle-end around my fist. Again and again I laid
into Billy’s defenceless hemispheres. The end of
the belt punished the very tender flesh on the
side of the youth’s mounds. His yells were
high-pitched, desperate for the terrible hurt to
stop.

“The truth, Billy?”

He shook his head. I used the buckle-end of the
belt on his orbs until pinpricks of blood dotted
the punished flesh. I re-looped the belt and sat
on the bed.

“You’re a very brave young man”, I told him,
admiration in my voice.

“Is it over?”

“Yes, Billy”. I tousled his blonde hair. “I don’t
have the stomach to inflict any more hurt”.

“They made me say it”. His voice was barely a
whisper.

“Who made you say what?”

“Suzy and Mickey Doolan”.

“That the young guy who works as a farm-hand for
the Prentices”?

Billy nodded. “They said that if I didn’t take
the blame they’d tell everybody I was a
shirt-lifter”. He spat out the hated words.

I got a wet towel and gently placed it over
Billy’s tortured flesh. He sighed his
appreciation.

“Suzy and me were fooling around this one time”,
he continued. “But my babymaker refused to go
hard”.

“That often happens the first time”. I tried to
sound consoling.

“Then Mickey got on the bed with his big dick.
Pushed me aside. Said: ‘Let a real man get on
with the job’. Billy’s voice was bitter. “When I
saw his bum thrusting into her THEN I went hard.
Of course they saw what had happened. When Suzy
got pregnant they blackmailed me into saying I
was the father otherwise they’d tell everyone I
was nothing but a dirty poofter”.

I put my arms around his thin shoulders and held
him tight for a very long time.

Late in the afternoon I paid a visit to the
Doolans. Mickey was there with a tribe of younger
children. Danny the father looked me up and down.

“I’ve just had to bloody young Billy Williamson’s
arse, at his father’s request”, I told Danny.
“Because the boy insists he is the father of Suzy
Prentice’s child”. I looked at Mickey. “While I
was giving Billy the hiding I noticed his nuts
haven’t dropped yet”. Mickey shuffled his feet,
listening to my lie. “A simple operation and
he’ll be intact but there is no way Billy could
have fathered any child, in his condition”.

Danny glared at his son.

“Have anything to say, Mickey?” I challenged.

“Yeah”. He looked defiantly at his father. “That
sprog Suzy’s carrying is mine”.

The story about the blackmail came out.

“What are you?” Danny roared. “Just seventeen
years old and already a blackmailer, fornicator!
I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget!”

Danny shooed the children inside and threw his
pocket knife at Mickey.

“Cut a switch”, he said grimly and watched as his
First Born hacked off a length of whippy willow.

“You’d better witness this”, Danny Doolan said to
me, taking Mickey by the scruff of his neck and
marching him into the barn.

Inmide the quiet space the youth undressed. His
father gently tapped Mickey’s uncut dick with the
switch. “That’s what I should be whipping, Gawd
help us”.

Mickey cowered.

“Get your good-for-nothing arse up in the air”.

The youth bent over a table covered with bird
droppings. His splendid buttocks were clenched
tight. His father kicked one leg and then the
other, pushing his son’s crack open, and
revealing a none-too-clean-looking orifice.

The switch whacked against Mickey’s bum. The
white line it left in its wake immediately
swelled into a raised purplish-red weal. His
father really got stuck into him but Mickey never
made a sound. Raised on switchings his firm flesh
seemed immune to pain. That was until Danny aimed
the stick so it lashed the youth’s tender thighs.

“Not my legs, Daddy”, Mickey screamed. His father
lashed them even harder. Blood dotted the
punished flesh.

“That’s enough Danny”, I said and the stick
clattered to the ground.

“Get dressed”, Danny told his son and strode out
of the barn. Alone with Mickey, I examined his
prominent anus.

“Looks like your backdoor’s been well-and-truly
opened”.

There was a silence while Mickey painfully pulled
on his clothes. Then he unburdened himself: “I
let men up me, for money”.

“That’s your business but if I ever hear so much
as a whisper about Billy being a shirt-lifter ..”
I left the sentence unfinished.

“I won’t”, he promised.

Much later Danny, Mickey and myself called on the
Prentice family. Suzy finally admitted Mickey was
the father of her child. Mr Prentice then
insisted on accompanying us to the Williamson’s
farm where the truth was finally told to a very
relieved Billy snd his Dad. I apologised for the
unfair hiding but my employer just smiled and
said: ‘The end justified the means’.

The next day I was snoozing on my bed after a
particularly delicious Sunday roast when a shadow
woke me up. It was Billy.

“Can I talk to you Sean?”

“Course”.

He came in and closed the door.

“About the blackmail. What Suzy and Mickey were
saying .. well .. it’s the truth. I AM a
shirt-lifter”. He looked at me, perhaps expecting
to be thrown out the door.

“So am I, Billy”.

“What? But you’re so masculine”.

I told him about that itinerant farm-hand.

“You’re lucky. I never did it with anyone except
in my head”.

We stood up, awkwardly. I put my arms around him
and we kissed. His tongue tentatively touched
mine.

“Let’s get undressed”, I said. Billy needed no
second invitation. His clothes joined mine in an
untidy heap on the floor. We got on the bed where
I tongue-bathed Billy’s virgin fundament. I don’t
believe he had ever imagined such a thing was
possible. I reached under the bed and found my
trusty tub of petroleum jelly and coated my
finger.

Billy gasped as my finger penetrated him. His
sphincter was so tight I had to push hard to gain
entrance. Billy’s bum-muscle spasmed around my
finger.

“Do me”, he whispered hoarsely.

“Someday Billy, I promise. You’re so tight back
there I’d only hurt you”. I looked at his badly
bruised buttocks and shook my head. His
bum-muscle closed tight after my finger was
withdrawn.

“You can bum me if you want”, I offered. Billy
greased up his six inch penis and then I knelt on
the bed. His knob pushed against the lips of my
anal opening. He thrust until it was it was
inside me.

“Am I hurting?” Billy’s voice was anxious.

He was but it was the sweetest pain. “No”, I
lied. “Put it right in”. Soon, his fleshy
love-pole was fully inside my hot, tight chute.
His nuts brushed against my arse-cheeks. I guess
lovemaking is inate. Growing up on a farm Billy
must have seen procreation happening all around
him. He thrust into my hole, slowly at first and
then faster, until I felt his wetness splatter my
rectum.

He pulled out of me and I cleaned both of us with
a damp flannel.

“That was awesome!” Billy said. “I never imagined
it would feel so good”. We cuddled, my erection
pressing against his bum crack. “You’re still
hard. I wish you’d do me”.

So, I lay on my back, allowing Billy to grease my
big pole.

“Squat over it. Lower yourself down onto the
knob”. He followed my instructions, grimacing as
gravity forced the mushroom-shaped head into his
incredibly tight, virgin chute. I held his
bum-cheeks in each hand as he lowered himself,
inch-by-inch, until I was fully inside him.

Billy’s inner muscles swirled around my pulsating
shaft.

“Are you OK?”

“Yes! I want you to be inside me like this,
always”.

He bent down to kiss me and I wiped the sweat
from his sweet forehead. Gently I used my hands
to move him up and down. His face mirrored the
new sensations.

“Harder!” he whispered.

He started moving of his own accord and soon my
nuts exploded with a rainbow of an orgasm which
coated the walls of his bowels.

Reluctantly, Billy climbed off my now deflated
organ. I cleaned us both up and then we got
dressed again.

Mrs Williamson had prepared a splendid high tea,
her way of saying ‘thank you’ for my having
rescued Billy from the blackmailers. If she had
known her son now carried my seed inside him, and
that his was in me, the good lady might not have
been so grateful. As for Billy he had a grin from
ear to ear. Even old Henry was his usual cheeful
self again. I smiled with pleasure. All was right
in my small world.

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