The Devil His Due‏

(A sequel to Four on the Floor and Jolly Rogering)

What’s a guy to do when his boyfriend runs out on him, ashamed of being a slut and a plaything to every stray cock in town?   Billy has moved in with Steve’s sleazy former boss, ashamed of his behaviour at a party in which he was forcibly gangbanged by a band of pirates, but Steve is determined to win him back.  His task is made all the more difficult when Billy is introduced to the pleasures of leather sex and likes the fit. If he is to convince Billy he is the right master, Steve must make a superhuman effort, diving down deep into the dark recesses of his ex-lover’s fantasies.

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Come on, Steve. This is Jerry we’re talking about who’s boning him ten times a day. Your fuck ugly boss who’s telling anyone who’ll listen that he’s the best top in the world because he managed to steal Billy right out from under you.”     “Sure, Jerry’s a piece of slime, but he’s Billy’s choice and all I care about is his happiness.” Mike was exasperated. “Besides, I’m seeing someone else at the moment.”     “What?” That had come as something of a surprise. I’d guessed that Mike was in league with Jerry to get me to take Billy back so they could continue fucking him on the sly and rub my nose in it. In fact, I was seeing someone. I was fucking Matt on a regular basis. He was hot. He was a slut. And he took cock almost as well as Billy. But he wasn’t Billy. Try as he might he could not turn me on like Billy did. And, boy, did he try. Matt allowed me to watch him being fucked by gangs of men, either openly or secretly. Sure it was a good show but it just wasn’t the same.      It had taken me a while but eventually it had penetrated even my thick brain that I loved Billy despite his failure at monogamy, struggling against his unacknowledged natural propensity to be a slut bottom. Because he sublimated his desire to be fucked by stray cock, he unintentionally put himself in situations where he was taken against his will and, more often than not, in full view of me. Usually with people I despised or who despised me. That made it doubly exciting to him. Like being fucked by Jerry and, even more, enjoying it. He was subconsciously punishing me.      I’d attempted to have this conversation with him after the first incident with Jerry. It was why I had told him I forgave everything he ever did that hurt me, past, present and future. He was the man for me. But he would have to come back to me of his own volition when he was ready. If he ever was.     “One of the guys who saw the show. Came over to apologize for what went on. Hadn’t realized they were really raping him. “I just prayed Mike wouldn’t have the sense to check to see if I was telling the truth.     “Is it serious?” Mike asked.     “We’re taking it easy. But, you know what; I think it might work out.” “Poor Billy.”     “Fuck Billy. It’s his own fault,”     I could see that I’d shocked Mike; his visit hadn’t gone at all well. “But, for old time’s sake. If you really think Billy needs a friend. Why don’t you take him over to Vince and Andy? They run Second Skin, the leather fetish warehouse. They reckon they’re good mates to Billy. They’ll look after him.” Mike smiled for the first time since the conversation had taken a wrong turn.      “You’ll be able to drop in and see him.” Mike was clutching at straws.     “Nah, I don’t think so, they’re not my sort of people. And vice versa. They never thought I was good enough for Billy. Always trying to split us up. Now they’ve got their wish.”     I could almost hear the cogs grinding in Mike’s brain. Jerry could offload Billy but still tap that magnificent ass every now and then. Mike’s money and influence would ensure he got a share of the spoils as well. Billy could get back to his old self and I would be out of the picture.     He must have thought I was the world’s biggest fuckwit. My only regret was that Billy was the meat in the sandwich. Literally. I had to subject him to further degradation to win him back. He would hate me before we were through but the stakes were so high I had to go through with it. I did want him back, desperately, even if it meant sacrificing him to people I despised and who would use every sexual weapon in their arsenal to humiliate and ridicule me.