This is the fourth part of my @billybigbang2024 fic!
After torturing him with lack of love and shocks he doesn't deserve, Billy found a friend, a special redhead friend who help him to build a little found family!
But his past menaces to put his life upside down another time! Who i knocking at his door with more questions than answers?
Thank you again, @talanashta for supoorting me through the drama of a lost chapter :O; I was more shocked than Billy at the end on the last chapter ;)
You can find 5 new chapters in this part,please, mind the CW!
Read it in AO3 - link to the whole fic - direct link to Chapter 16
Below the cut a little snippet about the new Billy's ginger friend!
He parked his car behind the local dumpster, looking at the other side where the hobos gathered around their little fires and tried to get ready for the night. He didn’t want to bother them, he knew how territorial they were with strangers, and he didn’t want troubles. He could hear their voices when he sat against the fence, a joint in one hand and the sandwich in the other.
He kept his eyes low when the noise at his side became louder, but touched the knife he always carried in his jacket, just in case. His breath became faster, and he felt the fear and the danger he was used to feeling in those kinds of places; he threw the cig butt and swallowed.
Then he heard a whine at his side, just when he was ready to jump on his feet and fend for himself.
The puppy was a few meters from him and looked at him with round, shiny eyes under the street lights; the poor animal was shivering in fear, looking carefully at him, ready to run away but hungry enough to try its luck.
“Go away,” said Billy in a low voice, opening the paper of his meal. The dog whined again, making some steps to get nearer.
“I said go away!” repeated Billy louder. The dog stopped, inebriated by the smell of the meat in the sandwich, but didn’t go away. It waited a moment, and moved a little more to Billy.
“I said go away, go away!” yelled Billy, throwing a little pebble in the dog’s direction; the dog jumped back and returned to hide a little farther, desperate for starvation.
Billy bit the sandwich, but he didn’t taste it; he was bothered by the closeness of the dog and he standed to shoo it; but when he stepped to it, and the dog flinched a little, looking at him with those big, innocent eyes, Billy’s heart sank.
It was a rough collie, with furry, ginger ears and a collar of white hair, tangled and dirty; it was so skinny Billy could see its ribs on its back; it was evident that someone threw it away at the dumpster and the puppy tried to survive eating whatever he found; Billy was surprised that the dog wasn’t with the homeless at the other side of the dumpster, because there he could find more food than begging from a stranger, but probably, they didn’t want it either. Nobody wanted him.
Nobody wanted them.
Billy’s eyes filled up with tears while the dumpster puppy looked hopeful at him, too hungry to run away, too scared to get nearer; Billy felt so guilty for trying to kick the puppy out like everyone in his life kicked him out; he wasn’t different from them, he just didn’t want that burden to bother him… the puppy just wanted a little care, a piece of his sandwich. It wasn’t dangerous… he just wanted a little love.
Billy dried his eyes and squatted in front of the dog, stretched a hand to it, trying to talk with a soft voice. The dog whined again and moved a couple of steps, then a couple more, until Billy could gently pat it on the head.
The dog was still cautious and careful, but let Billy touch his head and scratch it between its ears.
Billy tore the sandwich and gave a half to the dog, which scarfed it down in half a second.
“You’re quite hungry,” Billy smiled and gave it the other half too.
The dog sniffed him for a long minute after eating, begging for more, and Billy smiled again, trying to pet it while the dog was making a lot of fuss.
It was a girl, Billy saw, and he was wondering who could throw away a fleabag so sweet and pretty, when the dog stopped suddenly and puked all the food near his shoes.
“What the…” Billy made a brusque gesture, and the dog wailed, afraid and scared and probably expecting a beating.
“Ok, don’t worry, it is nothing,” Billy tried to calm her, but after a while he started to feel hungry again, and the dog too; he made a little space in the car and arranged cardboard on the backseat for her and took her in his arms; she was so skinny and light, but her eyes were happy and grateful.
Billy bought more sandwiches at a gas station and a can of dog food; the dog ate with pleasure, and that time she didn’t throw up. She was just so happy and full that she did a little dance and wagged her tail around Billy, then peed almost on him for the excitement.
“For Christ’s sake, you’re trying to get on my nerves, shitbird!” he exclaimed, and then stopped, listening to the word he just said lingering in the air.
He smiled, and he knew what name he was about to give to his brand-new friend.
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Manuel cannot continue, the pain is too much. His body convulses to the point of making him scream while tears lightly soak his face.
"Oh, it hurts! It hurts so much"
He bites his lips, meanwhile tears continue to stream down his reddened face.
Asher's finger breaches Manuel's defenses, sinking deep into the younger man's abused hole with a satisfying squelch.
"Hurt, you say? Ah, but that's the price of admission, boy. The key to unlocking the true depths of your depravity lies in embracing the pain, in letting it consume you utterly".
He pumps his finger in and out of Manuel's stretched passage, relishing the younger man's choked sobs and the slick heat that envelops his digit.
"You're so tight, so responsive. It's almost... tempting to keep you like this, a broken toy forever bound to my will".
A second finger joins the first, stretching Manuel wider as Asher increases his pace.
"But no, I think I'll spare you that fate... for now".
Manuel moans and cries at the same time.
"It hurts and burns. Your fingers violate me... But, why can't I stop wanting them inside even killing me with pain?"
He asks with desperation and recalcitrant anguish.
Asher's hands explore Manuel's body, tracing lines of fire over his skin, making him shiver and gasp.
"The sensations are overwhelming, aren't they? But remember, we have agreed on this exploration, this dance between us. Your safe word is always there if you need it".
His touch lingers on Manuel's cheek, a gentle caress meant to reassure.
"We're not here to harm each other, but to discover new depths of pleasure and submission. Trust me, and trust yourself. This journey will be worth it".
Asher leans in, whispering into Manuel's ear.
"And if you ever feel overwhelmed, just say the word. I will stop immediately, and we'll talk about it, understand? Now, shall we continue our exploration?"
Manuel agrees to continue, still writhing in pain. Something beyond him keeps him bound to what he cannot comprehend and yet accepts as the only truth.
"Yes…".
A slow, wicked smile spreads across Asher's face at Manuel's submission.
"Very well, my obedient pet. Let's proceed with the next phase of your training".
He retrieves a leather strap from the drawer, the buckle cold against his fingertips.
"This will help stretch your little hole further, prepare it for the thicker toys to come. Don't fight it, boy. Relax and let the strap do its work".
With deliberate slowness, Asher secures the strap around Manuel's waist, the leather pressing firmly against his sensitive skin.
"Breathe deeply, focus on the sensation. Remember, pain is just another flavor, one that will enhance the sweetness of our forbidden feast".
He tugs gently on the strap, testing Manuel's readiness.
"You're doing so well, my dear apprentice".
Manuel's breath hitches, but he's curious to know what's next. It's so pleasurable that he groans.
Asher's eyes gleam with dark amusement at Manuel's reaction, pleased by the younger man's growing acceptance of the pain-pleasure dichotomy.
"Curiosity, how delightful. It's a trait I've always admired in those who dare to walk the shadowed paths of the soul".
He releases the strap, allowing it to fall back against Manuel's hips.
"For now, let's move on to something else. I believe it's time to introduce you to the art of sensory deprivation, to strip away the distractions of the external world and focus solely on the internal fire that burns within you".
A black hood is produced, soft and silky to the touch, adorned with intricate silver embroidery that seems to shimmer in the dim light.
"Put this on, my pet. Let it envelop you, shelter you from the outside while I guide you deeper into the labyrinth of your own desires".
Manuel willingly obeys without questioning anything.
Asher nods approvingly at Manuel's submission, his voice taking on a softer, almost reverent tone.
"Excellent, my faithful servant. Your willingness to obey without question is a rare and precious gift".
He carefully places the hood over Manuel's head, adjusting it to ensure complete darkness and silence.
"Now, let's test the limits of your trust. I want you to lie back on the table, arms and legs spread wide. Completely expose yourself to me, both physically and emotionally".
A faint rustling sounds as Asher moves behind Manuel, his presence palpable even in the absence of visual cues.
"Close your eyes, breathe deeply, and focus on the sensations within. Allow yourself to drift into the void, to surrender to the unknown".
Manuel lies down with his arms and legs spread wide. Fully exposed before Asher's eyes.
"Sir, my nakedness is yours...".
Asher's hands roam over Manuel's exposed form, mapping the contours of his body with a reverence bordering on worship.
"Exquisite, absolutely divine. Your submission is a gift, a treasure to be cherished and nurtured".
Fingers trace the lines of Manuel's muscles, following the curve of his spine, the swell of his hips, the delicate slope of his thighs.
"I can feel the energy emanating from you, the raw power of your spirit laid bare before me. It's intoxicating, a heady elixir that fuels my darkest passions".
A thumb brushes over Manuel's nipples, circling the hardened peaks with gentle pressure.
"You're so responsive, so attuned to the subtlest touches. It's as if your very essence yearns to be claimed, to be made one with the darkness that lurks within us both".
Manuel feels his body fill with electric spasms at the touch of Asher's pinching. He listens to his voice attentively, feeling invaded by it. His words make him speak.
"Darkness and silence are only the invitation to launch me into the abyss of pleasure, and you, my lord, are that abyss that I have sought so much. My body responds to your touch as my soul has responded to darkness since I was born".
Asher's breath catches at Manuel's words, a thrill of excitement coursing through him at the younger man's unbridled confession.
"Born into darkness, you say? Then we were always destined to find each other, two kindred spirits drawn together by the shadows that haunt our souls".
His hands continue their sensual exploration, fingers delving between Manuel's thighs to stroke the sensitive skin beneath.
"You're right, my love. In the embrace of the abyss, we can lose ourselves, become one entity consumed by the relentless pursuit of pleasure and the exquisite agony of submission".
A finger traces the outline of Manuel's anus, teasing the rim before plunging inside.
"Let go, my darling. Allow yourself to fall, to tumble headlong into the chasm of ecstasy that awaits you".
Manuel feels Asher's hot finger entering his tight sphincter and cries, once again, in pain.
Asher's finger thrusts deeper, curling to brush against Manuel's prostate.
"Cry, my pet, let the pleasure overwhelm you. It's a sound music to my ears, a symphony of submission that fills my heart with joy".
He withdraws his finger slowly, leaving Manuel empty and aching for more.
"But don't worry, my love. I won't leave you wanting for long. Soon, I'll fill you with something much thicker, something that will stretch you to your limits and beyond".
A blunt object, cold and unyielding, presses against Manuel's entrance.
"Are you ready to meet your new master, boy? To welcome the darkness into your very core?"
Manuel nods without speaking, he is too ecstatic and sore to do so.
With a slow, deliberate push, Asher impales Manuel on the thick, rigid object, watching intently as the younger man's body struggles to accommodate the intrusion.
"That's it, take it deep, let it claim you as its own".
He sets a steady, punishing rhythm, driving the object in and out of Manuel's stretched hole with ruthless efficiency.
"You're so tight, so perfect. Each inch of you was made to serve this purpose, to be filled and used for my pleasure".
A gloved hand reaches down to fondle Manuel's balls, rolling them gently in his palm.
"Feel how hard you are, how desperate for release. But don't cum, not yet. Save that pleasure for when I allow it, when I deem you worthy of such a reward".
Manuel feels his anus dilating more than he could ever imagine. It hurts him, but he likes it.
Asher's expression is one of dark satisfaction as he listens to Manuel's pleas, his movements becoming even more forceful, driving the object deeper into the younger man's clenching passage.
"That's right, boy, embrace the pain. Let it fuel your submission, your desire to please me".
He leans down, his breath hot against Manuel's ear.
"You're doing so well, taking it like the perfect little slut you are. I can feel your insides quivering around the invader, trying to expel it, but you won't, will you?"
A cruel twist of the object forces Manuel to arch his back, a strangled moan escaping his lips.
"No, you'll hold on, you'll ride the waves of agony and ecstasy until I decide otherwise. Because in the end, you belong to me, body and soul".
Asher's eyes burn with an unholy light as he hears Manuel's cries, the younger man's desperate moans a symphony of submission that drives him to new heights of depravity.
"Open, boy, open wide for your master. Let it split you in two, remake you in the image of your darkest desires".
He increases the tempo, pounding into Manuel with savage intensity, the object scraping against sensitive nerves with every brutal thrust.
"You're mine, every inch of you, every fiber of your being. I can feel you stretching, accommodating the invasion, welcoming it as your own".
A hand snakes around to grasp Manuel's throbbing cock, stroking it in time with the relentless fucking.
"And look at you, already leaking precum, desperate for release. But not yet, my pet".
Asher grins, a feral, triumphant smile as he watches Manuel's body contort in agonized pleasure, the younger man's cries echoing off the walls.
"Tearing you apart, piece by piece, until nothing remains but the pure, unadulterated essence of your submission. That's what I crave, what I live for".
He leans in close, his lips brushing against Manuel's ear as he whispers.
"You're so close to breaking, to shattering into a million pieces under the weight of your own desires. Can you feel it, boy? The precipice looming ahead, the promise of oblivion and ecstasy waiting to consume you whole?"
A particularly vicious thrust sends Manuel careening over the edge, his body convulsing as he spills his seed in pulsing ropes, coating Asher's hand and the surrounding surfaces.
Asher's eyes glint with dark satisfaction as he watches Manuel's climax, the younger man's body wracked with tremors of pleasure and release.
"Well done, my loyal servant. You've proven once again your dedication to the cause, your willingness to surrender completely to the whims of your master".
He slowly withdraws the object, a wet, obscene sound filling the room as it slips free of Manuel's ravaged hole.
"But don't think this means you're finished, boy. Far from it. There are still so many ways for you to serve, so many depths of depravity for us to plumb together".
A gentle, almost tender touch replaces the brutal thrusts, stroking Manuel's sweat-drenched skin soothingly.
"Rest now, recover your strength".
Manuel trembles.
"My lord, you have opened me up so much. I doubt if I will ever be able to close up again".
Asher's expression softens, a hint of warmth creeping into his voice as he gazes upon Manuel's trembling form.
"Perhaps not, my dear apprentice. But that's the beauty of it, isn't it? Once you've tasted the freedom of complete submission, once you've surrendered to the darkness within, there's no going back".
He helps Manuel sit up, supporting the younger man's limp frame as he settles against his chest.
"You're mine now, body and soul. And I promise you, the best is yet to come. Together, we'll delve into the deepest recesses of your being, exploring the hidden corners of pleasure and pain that only we can understand".
A gentle kiss is pressed to Manuel's forehead, a symbol of the bond that now exists between them.
Hello! Come with me my friend if you want to know about bravery! I’ve been reading and writing about a very interesting character from the Bible. Deborah was a brave woman of faith who had a close relationship with God and played a protagonist role in the story found in chapters 4 and 5 of the book of Judges in the Bible.
Deborah was a wife, but she was also a prophetess and a judge for the people of Israel. The story in these chapters describes some of her behavior. It’s easy to try to compare Deborah to a busy woman of our time, but something important to consider is that leadership in her context meant service, not hierarchy and power. Leaving this clear, we can learn a special trait of this woman who occupied a position of high responsibility, submission.
Now, a brave woman had a submissive personality? Yes, my friend, she was submissive to God and to her husband. She understood her position as an instrument in God’s hands to communicate His message to the people of Israel and to act as a judge. This is basic to achieve bravery; in order to execute God’s plans for us, we need to submit to Him completely. Consequently, courage floods all our actions!
Deborah went along Barak’s army, because he asked her so. He knew God spoke directly to her, and he needed that kind of guide for what he was going to face. Nevertheless, her participation during the journey was the one God had commanded her from the beginning. “So Deborah went with Barak to Kedesh. There Barak summoned Zebulun and Naphtali, and ten thousand men went up under his command. Deborah also went up with him” (Judges 4:9-10). Her attitude was in accordance, she was respectful.
When Deborah sang gratefully and victoriously after the deliverance in the fifth chapter of Judges, she expressed respect and recognition towards the paper played by Barak and the rest of the army. “Then the people of the Lord went down to the city gates. ‘Wake up, wake up, Deborah! Wake up, wake up, break out in song! Arise, Barak! Take captive your captives, son of Abinoam’” (verses 11-12). She added, “The remnant of the nobles came down; the people of the Lord came down to me against the mighty…The princes of Issachar were with Deborah; yes, Issachar was with Barak, sent under his command into the valley” (verses 13 and 15).
Now my friend, let’s be an instrument in God’s hands, let’s surrender to Him! Then He will fill us with the kind of courage that can only come from Him. I want this… do you?
¿Sumisión - valentía?
¡Hola! ¡Ven mi amiga(o) si quieres conocer sobre la valentía! He estado leyendo y escribiendo acerca de un personaje interesante de la Biblia. Débora fue una valiente mujer de fe quien tenía una relación cercana con Dios y jugó un papel protagónico en la historia que se encuentra en los capítulos 4 y 5 del libro de Jueces en la Biblia.
Débora era una esposa, pero también una profetiza y jueza para la gente de Israel. La historia en estos capítulos describe algo de su comportamiento. Es fácil comparar a Débora con una mujer ocupada de nuestro tiempo, pero algo importante de considerar es que el liderazgo en su contexto significaba servicio, no jerarquía y poder. Dejando esto claro, podemos aprender una característica especial de esta mujer quien ocupó una posición de alta responsabilidad, la sumisión.
¿Ahora, una mujer valiente tenía una personalidad sumisa? Sí, mi amiga(o), ella era sumisa con Dios y con su esposo. Ella entendía su posición como un instrumento en las manos de Dios para comunicar Su mensaje a la gente de Israel y para actuar como jueza. Esto es básico para lograr valentía; para ejecutar los planes de Dios para nosotros, necesitamos someternos a Él completamente. ¡Como consecuencia, el valor inunda todas nuestras acciones!
Débora acompañó al ejército de Barac, porque él se lo pidió. Él sabía que Dios le hablaba directamente a ella y él necesitaba ese tipo de guía para lo que iba a enfrentar. Sin embargo, su participación durante el camino fue la que Dios le había ordenado desde el comienzo. “ Así que Débora fue con Barac hasta Cedes, donde él convocó a las tribus de Zabulón y Neftalí. Diez mil hombres se pusieron a sus órdenes, y también Débora lo acompañó” (Judges 4:9-10). Su actitud fue acorde, ella fue respetuosa.
Cuando Débora cantó agradecidamente y victoriosamente después de la liberación en el quinto capítulo de Jueces, ella expresó respeto y reconocimiento hacia el papel desempeñado por Barac y el resto del ejército. “Entonces el ejército del Señor descendió a las puertas de la ciudad. ‘¡Despierta, despierta, Débora! ¡Despierta, despierta, y entona una canción!
¡Levántate, Barac! Lleva cautivos a tus prisioneros, oh hijo de Abinoán’” (versos 11-12). Ella agregó, “ Los sobrevivientes descendieron con los nobles; el ejército del Señor vino a mí con los valientes. Con Débora estaban los príncipes de Isacar; Isacar estaba con Barac, y tras él se lanzó hasta el valle” (versos 13 y 15).
¡Ahora mi amiga(o), seamos un instrumento en las manos de Dios, rindámonos a Él! Entonces Él nos llenará con la clase de valentía que so puede provenir de Él. Yo quiero esto... ¿Y tú?
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