Curtain.

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Title-Carbon Chp.8
Rating-NC-17
Pairing-Jeremiah/Billy
Author-amish/effigy
Summary-"..There are more things to do besides sex, ya know. Of course, he didn't know that, and I had the immense pleasure of teaching him..."

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Chp. 1
Chp. 2
Chp. 3
Chp. 4
Chp. 5
Chp. 6
Chp. 7

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Thanks much to el_blanks77 for betaing this chapter.

x-posted like no other.

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Chapter 8
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The next few weeks after that night of Billy's first feeding, everything was like Utopia again. There's no more tension, fear, or hesitance between us anymore, it's as if we've been together forever. Like we're made for each other, soul mates, and I believe that whole-heartedly. Billy is mine, and mine only, as I am solely his.

We made love and fed every other night, and it seemed to get better every time. His body felt better every time, warmer and tighter than the last time. His skin more tender, blood sweeter, more satisfying and filling every time. I knew he felt the same way as I do because he cried my name louder every time, he returned every action with more passion and more vigor, his eyes shined brighter every time, full of love only for me.

Billy wasn't afraid of the sex or the feedings anymore, it would never hurt again like it did the first time. Even though he was okay with that first feeding, and even the second, he was scared shitless when the next night came that we were to have sex again. He was afraid that when I came inside him, it'd hurt just like before, he'd had his fears like that about the first feeding as well. He asked if I could pull out before I came in his own shy words, even tried to avoid it all together, but I explained to him the importance of his body absorbing my seed. Now that we were bonded, his body depended on the nutrients that was absorbed from my cum, it also helped to quickly reproduce red blood cells so I could continue feeding from him without slowly draining him, thus killing him.

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Despite all my reassurances and attempts to comfort him, he was so afraid that night as I laid him down on our bed. He was shaking so badly as I removed both of our clothes, and I wanted to stop and just hold him and soothe him to sleep, but I had to prove that it wouldn't hurt anymore or else we'd both suffer without it.
It was so hard to stretch him because he was so tense, his inner muscles trying to keep me out. I stretched him longer then necessary and over-lubed him and myself, hoping to ease the tension so it'd hurt less when I pushed in. Once I'd stretched him as much as I could, I moved up over him, draping his thighs over my shoulders as I looked down into his wide, fearful eyes. I eased myself inside of him as slowly as possible, his overly tightened muscles making it even harder than his first time.
I thought I'd torn him when he gave a sharp cry of pain, but he didn't tell me to stop so I kept on pressing in till I was fully seated inside of him. He'd adjusted after awhile and thrusting was almost impossible with his vice-like muscles contracting around me. Billy was completely limp, too scared to focus on the pleasure. It was hard to really enjoy it while I couldn't help but think he wasn't even willing, like rape or something.
I just wanted it to end as soon as possible, so I let loose without holding back for any longer, filling him with my cum. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly when he felt my seed coating his inner walls, waiting for the acidic burning sensation like before. It never came though, and he's never hesitated since.

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He was completely comfortable with this new lifestyle; he'd fallen back into it very easily. I loved how he kept close to me at all times, even if we're just sitting around the house. I loved how he got all excited and giddy every other night, anticipating what was to come, almost as much as I did. I wish it could be every single night, but I knew his body couldn't take that. Hell, I even asked if he wanted to fuck me instead, and trust me, I'd never willingly be a bottom unless it was Billy. But he just looked up at me, his eyes wide with shock, and shook his head vigorously.
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It's not like we don't do enough in between those nights though, there's more things to do besides sex, ya know. Of course, he didn't know that, and I had the immense pleasure of teaching him.

Ah, let me see, the first thing I introduced to him was handjobs. Now, I was sure he'd done it to himself, being 15 and all, but never to someone else. He'd cried out in pleasure and bucked up into my hand as I slowly stroked his aching cock, thumbing the tip and making him squeal in delight. It didn't take long for him to thrust into my hand a final time and spill his cum all over himself. Then, he'd shyly reached down and wrapped hesitant fingers around my dick, having hardened while watching him squirm and moan. His small, inexperienced hand felt amazing, his soft skin stroking up and down my throbbing length. He gained more confidence and his shy, light strokes pleasurably tightened and quickened. Once he rubbed the smooth pad of his thumb over my slit as I'd done to him, I exploded into his hand, showering us both in my cum.

After he got used to the handjobs, I gave him his first blowjob. He went absolutely wild when I took the tip of his cock into my mouth, sucking the length of it vigorously. He whimpered and thrust himself into my mouth; riding out his orgasm after he'd coated the back of my throat with his seed. Again, he reciprocated curiously and hesitantly at first, unable to get more than 2 inches the first few times. Eventually he managed to suck in more, his tight throat milking me as I shot my load down his throat. It was the most erotic thing the way he'd look up at me through his lashes as he deep throated me to the best he could manage. I couldn't stop myself from reaching down and stroking his throat, feeling the way my cock moved up and down inside of it.

One day, he was going down on me and I pulled his hips over myself so his erection was at my lips. He moaned around my cock and planted himself as far as he could into my mouth, hips and thighs quivering as he kept that position while sucking me off. I worked my tongue around him as he made very small thrusts into my mouth, and I worked myself up into his throat in counter thrust to his bobbing. He swirled his tongue around my head and I shot against his tongue, pumping myself into his mouth as I rode out the last waves of pleasure. He slid his mouth off of me and nuzzled my softening cock as he made small thrusts into my mouth. I sucked harder, trying to milk out his orgasm, and he shivered against me before spilling his cum down my throat with a soft moan.

Another time, I'd caught him completely off guard one night when we were laying naked in the bed, the sheets pulled up over out heads like a fort. I was lying over him, holding myself up over him on my elbows; his legs wrapped around my hips so our hardening groins were pressed together tightly. We were just playing around, kissing and touching, and I'd just finished giving him a good-sized hickey on his shoulder. I moved down his body, making a trail of light kisses along the way, giving his aching cock a lick before moving further down, past his balls. He nearly jumped out of his skin when I licked at his pink little hole, squeaking in surprise. I continued to stroke my tongue over the quivering muscled ring, his moans filling my ears louder the harder I pressed my tongue to it. I pressed the tip of my tongue against it until it gave way, making his body jerk in surprise. Sliding my tongue in as far as I could, I swiveled it around, caressing his inner walls, which contracted around my muscle in response. It didn't take too much of this before he was shrieking in pleasure, spraying his cum all up over his abdomen.

One night, I brought a few especially fun things into our bed. Billy's eyes widened to an impossible size as he peered inside the box, and the things occupying it. He looked up at me with a shocked expression, and I just grinned and gently pushed him back onto the bed. He started scooting further up the bed as I crawled closer to him, extracting the first item from the box. He was pressed up against the headboard and I leaned over him, engaging him in a deep kiss as I grabbed his wrists and pressed them back against the headboard. I pulled away just as the fuzzy pink handcuffs clicked into place, strung through a small bar running through the headboard and clasped around each of his thin wrists. His azure eyes snapped open and he tugged at his restraints, looking at me with a questioning, somewhat frightened look. I just gave him a sweet smile and a peck on the cheek before moving off the bed and into the bathroom, rummaging around in search of some form of lube.

I strolled back into the room with a little bottle of baby oil in my hand, shedding my clothes on the way. His curious gaze followed me as I picked a slender, metal object from the box off of the nightstand. He looked up at me questioningly as I turned it over a few times in my hands, and his eyes snapped back down to it as I flicked the little switch at the end of it to 'pulse'.
I crawled back onto the bed and over him, pressing the metal vibrator against his soft cock through his briefs, making him jerk against the cuffs and moan loudly. I was quite pleased with his reaction, so I set the vibrator aside, still vibrating, and pulled his tighty whities down off of his legs and threw them aside. After lightly coating the long, slender vibrator in the baby oil, I spread his legs and moved between them. He watched me, anticipation masking his features and biting his plump bottom lip as he waited for the feeling of buzzing pleasure again.

With a grin plastered to my face, I pressed the cool tip of the vibrator to the seam just above his hole, resting the length of it against his sac. He squealed in delight and arched his hips up, trying to move it down farther while I just trailed it up and around his hardened cock. I pressed it flat against his dick and wrapped my hand around the both of them, jerking him off with the dildo throbbing against his hardness. After he writhed and thrusted against it for a while, I slid it down lower and quickly pressed it inside to the hilt without warning, making him shriek in surprise, pleasure, and some pain. I pressed it in again at a different angle and he jerked up against me again and I knew I'd hit his prostate, so I just kept it there for a minute, the tip pulsating restlessly against it. I didn't even make strokes with it into him; he'd already came just from it sitting against his button.

I slid the vibrator out of him and flipped the switch off, letting him recover for 10 minutes before pulling out the next toy. I let the chain of beads roll around in my hands a little, feeling the way they hummed against my skin as the smaller balls inside each metal ball clinked against their shells. That's right. Anal beads.
I pressed the first bead slowly into his ass, followed by the second and so on till the string was in 5 beads deep. They were slightly thicker than the vibrator was, but he adjusted easily, making little sighs of pleasure as I pushed them in. Now, the fun part comes. There is a little controller that was at the end of the chain, which turned on the vibration. The little connections between each bead fed into the small inner ball and made the most intense kind of vibrations you could ever feel from a sex toy.
I flicked the switch on to the lowest setting and he let out a shriek of pleasure, body jerking to attention. I grabbed his hardening cock and slowly jerked him off in time with the pulsations. He was too spent to do more than lie helplessly beneath me and make random little sounds of pleasure.
I slowly increased the pulsation setting and pumped his cock just at quickly until he was literally just a whimpering pile of Billy, too weak to even keep his eyes open. He was already at the edge when I leaned down and sucked his whole dick down suddenly, and he came with a tired moan. I swallowed the last of his sweet cum then lay down next to him to find he'd already fallen asleep. I pulled the blankets up over us before wrapping my arms around him, holding his fragile little body close and joining him in sleep.

I think we'll be able to keep ourselves busy every night, wouldn'tcha say?

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(R&R and I'll give you a 1/16th of my heart.)