Billy's weekend was more of the same. J. T. would come down, pull Billy out of his cell to fuck him, get a blow job, or whatever J. T. felt like at the time. Sometimes alone, sometimes he'd make Billy service his friends. By the time Sunday came around, Billy knew his place was serving the needs of horny black studs.
When Brad and his friends came back on Sunday evening, they found Billy naked, on his knees, swallowing J. T.'s thirteen inch cock like a whore.
"Damn,!" exclaimed Brad. "Look at my boy go to town on that dick!"
J. T. pushed Billy off his dick.
"Bitch, go get my friends a beer."
"Yes, Sir," Billy replied and went into the kitchen.
Billy passed out the beers and went back to work on J. T.'s cock.
"Damn, baby," Brad said rubbing his hands over Billy's back. "Looking good, down there on your knees with a brother's dick in your mouth."
Taking his pants off, Ty moved behind Billy.
"I'm gonna get some more of this white boy's pussy."
Billy lifted his ass up and spread his legs, waiting for Ty to mount him.
"Oh yeah," moaned Ty as he slid inside. "Still nice and tight!"
Pulling his dick from Billy's mouth, J.T. stood and grabbed him by the balls.
Pulling Billy off Ty's cock, J.T. led him back to the basement.
"Let's go downstairs where we can really have some fun," J.T. said.
Brad and his friends followed and watched as Billy was put in the sling.
J.T. positioned himself at Billy's mouth while Ty went back to fucking him.
Marc occupied his time playing with Billy's body. He ran his hands over Billy's chest and up and down his arms and legs.
Billy groaned around J.T.'s cock as Marc attached clamps to his nipples.
He writhed in pain as Marc carefully placed clothespins around his ball sac.
Billy's cock was rock hard and dripping when Marc, wearing a velcro covered glove, grabbed hold of it and started to stroke.
As sensitive as Billy's dick had become, he squirmed and bucked in the sling. His mind quickly turning to mush from sensory overload.
Meanwhile, Brad was sitting in a chair, enjoying the show, stroking his hard cock.
J. T. and Ty kept swinging Billy back and forth between them, impaling him from both ends. Just at the moment when they both shot their loads, Marc removed the clamps from Billy's nipples. Billy thought they hurt going on! The sensation of the blood running back to his tits made Billy's back arch up and he shot his load high in the air and all over his chest.
They took Billy out of the sling and he fell to his knees spent of all energy.
Brad sat back in his chair and spread his legs.
"Come here, boy", he commanded.
Billy drug himself over to Brad on his hands and knees.
Brad grabbed the base of his cock and pointed it at Billy's mouth. Billy slid his mouth around it and started sucking. Bobbing his head on Brad's cock, using his throat muscles to massage the shaft, Billy sucked and licked and swallowed as much of Brad's dick as he could.
"That's a good boy," crooned Brad. "What a good little cock sucker you've become. Oh yeah, suck on my dick boy."
Hearing Brad tell him how much he was enjoying the blow job just made Billy that much more eager to please.
Placing his hands on Billy's head, Brad started fucking his mouth. Sliding his hard cock in and out, deep into Billy's throat. Finally, burying his cock as deep as he could, Brad started to shoot.
"Oh baby," Brad moaned. "That's a good boy. Swallow that load for me."
Billy greedily kept swallowing and sucking and licking Brad's cock till Brad pulled out and stuffed it back in his jeans.
"Good boy," he told Billy. "Now, go get dressed. It's time to take you home."