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        James reached behind Marcus and
removed the gown, the only thing he was wearing.  He then pulled up a
stool, sat down on it, positioned himself between Marcus’s legs and began
vigorously sucking his cock.  James was no amateur at cock sucking. 
Marcus sat back and braced himself for one of the best blowjobs he had ever
had.  James took his cock deep, almost all the way to the base.  He
began increasing his speed, Marcus had to stop James because he was about to
cum,
so
he pushed him back.
        “I want to be inside you.  Let
me fuck you.”

       
“Yes Mr. Yates.”
       
        James took off his pants and undies
and situated Marcus so he was on his back, on the gurney.  James hopped up
on the bed and stood over top of Marcus with his cock straight up.  He
squatted all the way down, until his ass was inches from Marcus’s massive
cock.  James spread open his ass and slid right down the shaft of the
enormous cock.  Marcus filled him completely.  His cock felt like it
belonged inside him.   James began to go up and down.  He was a
little afraid he was going to hurt Marcus, but could not stop himself as he
bounced up and down. James moaned loudly as he was being fucked, unable to
control himself.  Marcus thrust up every time James came down,
intensifying the feeling. James began stroking his cock as he bounced up and
down with reckless abandon. James was out of control, he could feel that he was
about to cum any second.  And then it happened, he lost his footing went
down hard on Marcus’s cock and began to cum.  He squealed with delight,
grunting from the intensity of the orgasm.  Marcus came at the same time,
grunting and convulsing. 
        James collapsed on top of Marcus and
the two laid there for some time, Marcus’s cock was still in James ass. 
Eventually his cock slipped out, James smiled at him and kissed Marcus, then
returned to his feet to get dressed.  He put on all his clothes and was
about to start dressing Marcus, when the storage room door was flung open.

        “What is going on in here?” It was
Elaine, James was surely in trouble.

       
James thought fast. “Mr .Yates had wandered into a restricted area, I caught
him here and was just telling him to leave.”

       
“Where is his robe?”

       
        James could not think of an answer,
he stood in shocked utter silence.

        “Sorry Ma’am that is my fault. 
I have a bit of a weird, wild imagination if you know what I mean.” Marcus
winked at Elaine, which made James jealous, but he also knew he was just trying
to get him out of the situation. “This is no fault of James, I am the one in
the wrong here.  He was just doing his job”

        Elaine was quiet for a moment and
looked for some evidence of foul play, she was always looking for a reason to
chastise someone.  She could see nothing, thankfully James put his clothes
on when he did or he may be out of a job.  Elaine began to speak.

        “Mr. Yates, I do not care how rich
you are, this is a hospital.  If you cannot respect restricted areas, you
will be asked to leave. 

       
“I do apologize, this is all very embarrassing and I hope we can keep this
between us.”

       
“OK. Maybe you can see it in your heart to give me one of those gift bags I
hear so much about.” Elaine was shameless, and would take anything from
anyone. 

       
“If we can keep this silent, sure thing.”

       
“Very well.

        Elaine left the room and James
helped Marcus to the ground.  There was a Wheelchair in the supply room
that he brought over and put Marcus in.  Without a word, James wheeled
Marcus back to his room.  Once in the room, he helped Marcus out of the
chair and into the bed.   Marcus pulled James in closely.

        “I have many more adventurous things
for us to do.  I will have my staff forward my contact information to
you.  Call me.”

        James smiled at Marcus, unsure of
what could be more risky or adventurous, but he liked the way it sounded. 
He turned without a word and walked to the door.  Marcus was confused by
his lack of response.

        “James?  Will you have some
more adventures with me?”

       
James stopped and thought for a minute, turned around and said,

“Yes Mr. Yates.”

Billionaire Punishment
“I never knew it could be like this, he was all I could think about and
everything I needed.”

Bill desired a man who knew how to take control. 
He had been long suffering through boys thinking they were men but they really
were not. 

Along comes Christiane, an
Alpha Male
billionaire who always took control.  The two meet when Bill is asked to
complete some work for Christiane and the results would be
hot
.

Can Bill take all that Christiane is going to throw at
him? Only time will tell.

This book is intended for 18+ minors run
the risk of exposing themselves to sexually inappropriate content and should
not read this book.

This book is a work of fiction and a 2
^nd
edition of Billionaire Boy Toy, any resemblance to actual persons living or
dead or actual events is entirely coincidental.   Any names,
characters, places, businesses and events are strictly from the imagination of
the author.

Copyright
 2015

       
Bill was not one for drama, so when this drama
exploded into his life, he was shocked. Yesterday he caught his boyfriend
cheating with his best friend and to be honest, he didn’t think it could get
much worse.
Some best friend he had been
!
        Bill turned to look at his
reflection in the bathrooms full length mirror. He had always been the underdog
growing up. Though he had lots of friends, his friends were all over the
place.  Partly because he moved a lot and partly because that was just how
people seemed to treat him. Bill was always able to make more friends, but as
time went on things changed. He had become the “quiet one” of the group.
        His core group of a few friends
remained the same however, his best friend was the pillar of perfection,
muscular, well hung, and extremely bright, all of the things Bill wanted to be.
He had seen Serge naked on more than one occasion since high school. He had
always wanted to be like him.  Their different body types had never been a
problem in their relationship before, Paul, his boyfriend, never made a big
deal out of it.  It was mostly in Bill’s
head, that
is why this recent series of events was so damaging to Bill. 
        How he could sleep with Paul, was
beyond Bill’s understanding. Serge could have anyone he wanted, but instead he
chose the one nice guy Bill had found.  Paul seemed to be the only guy Bill
had met, who was ok with his...smaller than normal frame.
        Bill leaned into the mirror and
looked closely at his face. He really was ok with his looks. He had short brown
hair with blonde highlights.  He had blue eyes, defined cheekbones and full
lips. He stood there examining himself, looking for what was wrong with him. He
let his towel drop to examine every inch of his body.

He was skinny that was undeniable, some may say too
skinny but it suited his frame. He had strong legs though and a perfect ass, he
was also quite well endowed. Looking from this point of view, he ran his hand
up his thigh, up his waist and turned around to look at his ass. His ass was
magnificent, perfectly shaped and not a hair on it. Bill felt he was not
muscular, but not scrawny either, which Paul was OK with…or so he had said. He
picked up the towel and wrapped back up in it like a security blanket.
        There was no changing things now,
life had thrown his a cruel blow and in one fell swoop he had lost his boyfriend
and his best friend. He had thrown the rest of Paul’s things into the hall of
the apartment last night and Paul had obviously come and found them at some
point.

        Bill walked to the bedroom to get
dressed. Today he started a new assignment and there was no telling where they
would send him.  Bill decided he was going to immerse himself in his work
and have a great day! He often used work as a tool to move in a more positive
direction when things went bad. Working as a cleaner/organizer kept him active
and there was a great satisfaction he felt by putting things in order.  To
him, when he got somewhere and it was messy and he left and it was clean and
tidy, that gave his a feeling of completion, a feeling of accomplishment. 
        He never tried too hard to dress up,
usually because he had no time to worry about it and today was no different.
The extra time he had was wasted by standing in front of the mirror in gross
contemplation, ate the time up quickly. He rolled his eyes thinking about it
and put his jacket on as he headed to his car. 8:45 perfect timing!
        “This is Bill Singleton, requesting
location for today.” He called into the job line and was put on hold. 
Shortly after the dispatch came on the line.

       
“Yes Bill hey, looks like you got a good one. 5000 Cambridge Cove. It says here
to use 5982 as the access code.”

       
“Wow really? Ok sounds good is this to be a regular?”

        “At the
moment just today, the owner is some rich guy who wants the lower level of the
east wing reorganized. That’s all the notes I have sugar.”

The person on the other end was consistently smacking
her gum in Bill’s ear, so he was more than happy to get off the phone. He
entered the address into his phone GPS and headed out to the location. He had
to admit to himself he was a little nervous, Cambridge Cove was a high profile
section of town and normal people, were unlikely to get in. He thought about
the time he and Paul had gone on the house tours. They had seen such beautiful
things.

Bill shook his head…no use getting sad over that, he
had wanted someone more suited to him. Fine! He wanted to be with that selfish
uncaring asshole! Fine! They can have each other! With a heavy sigh he rode the
rest of the way in silent contemplation.

Bill looked down to turn on his radio, but then
remembered his radio had been gone a long time, stolen by some punk street
kids. When you live in the area he did, these things were just to be
expected.  Quite honestly, he was lucky his car drove at all. It clicked
and clacked, it sputtered and smelled, it was not in great mechanical shape.
The cosmetics were not much better.  Including the hood and passenger
door, the car there was three different colors. It really didn’t matter, as
long as he got where he needed to go. The trip didn’t take too long, he pulled
up to the address, entered the code into the panel and waited. Finally with a
buzz the gate opened and he slowly drove through.

The house was a huge monstrosity. It covered the
entire front side of the lot which was sitting on at least 3 acres. Bill took a
deep breath and pulled up to the front of the house. He turned the key of his
car to the off position and waited for the car to finally quit sputtering as it
shut off. He looked up at the huge oak door and decided it may be better to
leave all of his supplies in the car to ensure he was in the right place…just
in case.  Bill knocked on the door and waited.
        A thin nosed older man opened the
door with an audible whoosh. He gave him a once over, to which Bill propped his
hand on one hip annoyed and waited for some type of response.

“Can I help you Sir?” He emphasized the “Sir” with
distaste.

“Yes...you can, I am here from the cleaning service.”
Bill crossed his arms across his chest.

He didn’t say a word, just simply opened the front
door wider, allowing his to enter. He felt the judgment as soon as he squeezed
by him. “Ass” he whispered under his breath, just loud enough for him to
hear. 
The butler was no better than him, they were both hired to serve
people, because he wore that monkey suit made him no better than me.
        He looked around the foyer and stood
where butler told him to. Bill fidgeted with his ring as he reflected on the
events of the day before. His now ex-boyfriend had told him over the phone it
had nothing to do with his looks… Paul had specifically told him that and yet
he had been banging his asshole of a friend for two months. Suddenly Bill’s
ring fell onto the floor. With a sigh, Bill bent over trying to find the ring.
It was then that he heard someone clear their throat. Bill blushed and stood
up, spinning around as he did.
        It was obviously the homeowner, he
stood there across the room from him. He was an attractive man with jet black
hair and a little bit of stubble. It was his hard dark eyes that made Bill
blush when he looked over. The owner finally smiled and held his hand out for
his to shake.

“Hello young man, I am the one who called for you.
It’s nice to uh…meet you.”
        The owner noticeably glanced down at
Bill’s cock. The pants he was wearing fit tight enough that you could see his
enormous member pressed up against it. He felt the blush spread to his face.
Bill had just met the guy paying him today and had seen him in all his glory,
bending over looking for his ring, he was humiliated.

“If you will head this way, I’ll show you what I need
done.”
       

He gestured for Bill to walk ahead of him, down the
long hall. Bill was still embarrassed, but could walk and be professional from
this point on. The hall T-boned into two rooms. Both rooms were a shambles,
with papers everywhere. It looked like an office and a bedroom. He was still
taking in the mess when the homeowner came up beside him.

“I’ve been working in here the last few weeks, as you
can see I need someone to organize this mess for me. What was your name again
young man?”
        This was the first time I noticed a
hint of an Italian accent, the owner smiled at Bill which made him feel like a
little boy in the principal’s office. 

 “Bill.”
        Bill smiled up at the owner and
noticed he was standing uncomfortably close. Bill felt like he was taking some
liberties with him. He reached out to shake his hand again as he said,

        “I am Christiane it’s nice to meet
you. May I ask Bill, are you sad? You seem so.”

“No sir, not at all, but thank you for your concern.”

        As he shook his hand he ran his
thumb over the top of his hand caressing it, back and forth. He smiled at his
again and then dropped his hand abruptly.

“Very well, I have hired you through the company for
the day and perhaps tomorrow. I have to know you can be discreet. There are a
lot of personal things in this room and I don’t want to have to worry, that you
will share what you find with anyone else. Are my sensitive things, something I
can trust you with?” 

        Christiane grabbed his chin between
his thumb and finger, lifting his head up so that their eyes met. It was almost
painful the way he did it, but he let go so quickly, Bill didn’t have time to
react.

        “What do you mean personal things?
Do you have a special place you want me to put them or just clean up and
organize as I see fit? I ask because I like to be thorough.”
        Christiane smiled at him. He gave a
brief laugh at his question and turned to leave the
room.      

“We will see…for now do as you like as long as it
looks better. I’ll be back in a few hours to check on you…and see what I can do
to help. If you need anything just ask the butler.”
        He left the room whistling. Bill
stood still for a moment. What was that all about? He had a pretty good idea
when someone liked him and his “gaydar” was equally good about people who were
completely not interested in him. This guy…was holding his cards close to his
chest, he was definitely hard to read. 
Did he like him?  Was he
playing a game with his or was this just how he was with everyone? Was he even
Gay?  He was a little strange. In either case I have a job to do.

        Bill took a quick inventory of the
room to his right. It was filled on the right side with paperwork and boxes. He
was typically used to cleaning as in dusting, mopping and all that but was a
whole new project. Bill decided he was going to start where it seemed most
logical.

He took a deep breath and started with highest box.
Inside the box he found an assortment of dog leashes and chains.
He must
love his pets
, he thought to himself. Bill worked hard for an hour and made
a good dent on the boxes.  He moved to a stack of papers mixed in with a
group of pictures. He didn’t mean to look at them, he was just organizing
really, but he found himself glancing at more than one of them.

They were all of men. Not one of them was clothed… each
in different positions posing. Some were skinny, some were not but all of them
were captured beautifully. Bill sat on the stack of boxes by the door and
looked at them closer. There was something beautiful about the way they smiled
and every part of their essence was captured. He was so intent on the pictures
he didn’t hear Christiane come in behind him.

“Do you like my pictures Bill?”
        He leaned in close to Bill and
breathed the words. Bill jumped up with a start and Christiane immediately pushed
him back down. He moved closer to his face. Bill could barely breathe, as
Christiane stroked his hair and tipped his head back. 

“Do you have a boyfriend Bill? Don’t answer, just nod
yes or no.” He had tipped his head back so far he looked down at his from
above.

“No, not anymore.”
        He wasn’t sure what was happened but
he knew he liked the aggressiveness of Christiane touch. Bill controlled
everything in his life and right now he liked just being a boy. He had no one
to answer to anymore, why not have some adventure.

Christiane grabbed his face with his left hand pulled
hard on his hair with his right. “I said nod and I specifically said not, to
say a word didn’t I?”
 
        He waited until he nodded, before he
let Bill go.

“Do you want to play a game with me Bill?”
        He moved to walk around in front of
him.
        “I can give you something you will
always remember, but you have to be willing to do exactly as I say…can you do
that?” Christiane waited and watched him.

Bill had never been more excited in his life. He had
been through the ringer lately and something about being here like this made
his feel free…made his feel wanted. He looked up
at
 Christiane
and nodded yes. As soon as he did, Christiane walked to
the door and locked it shut. Christiane turned around and gazed at Bill.

“Stand up Bill and take off your shirt. Slowly, and
walk towards me.”
        He moved to the large chair behind
the desk and waited. Bill stood and faced him, slowly taking off his shirt he
made his way over to him. When he was in front of Christiane he stood up and
turned his around. Christiane slipped his hands under Bill
’s
back and began running his fingernails down it. “Put
your arms in the air and hold them there.”