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Billy Ray Cyrus was in big to the Colombian drug lord. He and his band had picked up a little habit on the last tour and Carlos was demanding payment. Billy Ray lacked the ready cash, but he was sure that a personal visit to his supplier in Beverly Hills would take care of everything. After all, he was BILLY RAY CYRUS! Billy Ray checked himself out in the mirrors of the elevator on his way up to see Carlos in his penthouse. He loved being surrounded by mirrors and looking at himself. His long dark hair lay on his broad shoulders covered only by a tight white tank top. His large pecs and muscular arms begged to be stared at. The shirt was tucked into a pair of skintight black leather pants that showed his hot bulge and perfectly shaped ass to perfection. The pants bunched up around his $2000 custom-made snakeskin cowboy boots. Billy Ray kissed his hand and touched his image in the mirror. He loved what he saw. Carlos and his three guards were waiting when Billy Ray entered the den having been showed in by the houseboy. Carlos was not happy. "You and your boys have snorted over a hundred large up your fuckin' noses, Hayseed, and I haven't seen one red cent," Carlos snapped. "Hey, chill Paco," Billy Ray replied taking a seat in the chair facing the desk. Carlos was amused that Billy Ray was having such a hard time setting in those skintight pants. Even more humorous to Carlos was noticing that Billy Ray's pants were pinching the Hell out of his nuts. He could tell that by the way Billy Ray was holding himself up by his elbow on the arm of the chair and the pained look he would get when he tried to lower himself. Carlos decided that he would keep Billy Ray in that position for as long as possible. After 45 minutes of tormenting the hapless country stud with senseless questions and threats he decided to have $100,000 worth of fun with his prey. "OK, plowboy, what you are telling me is that you don't have the money and I got to wait 'till you can dig it up. I ought to just have the boys beat that pretty face of yours so your career is over. Lord knows it's not your voice that keeps your fans. But I have another idea. You agree to do what I have planned for tonight and the slate is cleared. You mess up and you go back to Hickville in a body bag. What's it gonna be?" Billy Ray looked down at his boots and almost whispered, "I'll play ball with you, Carlos. Just let me out in one piece." Carlos laughed and smiled at his guards. "Boys, we're in for a show tonight! Juan, get Richard on the phone." Richard Simmons was not expecting a call that night, least of all from Carlos. Whatever else could be said for the Colombians, they were loyal to their friends. Many years ago Carlos had come to LA with just his hopes and dreams. Richard Simmons had given him a job as a gofer when no one else would even talk to him. And Richard had never asked for anything in return except an honest day's work. "Richard, this is Carlos. What's goin' on over at that pastel joint you call a house?" "Carlos!" Richard shrieked, "How's my Central American stud?" "I'm doing fine, Richard, just fine. Say, I got a little cowboy over here all dressed up with no place to go. Alright if the boys and I bring him over to your place for some company?" "Why, honey, you just get out the cattle prod and mosey that little cow patty over here. Is he cute? Anyone I know?" Richard giggled. "He's someone you might know, but you're going to know him a whole lot better after tonight. We'll be right over." Carlos motioned to the guards and they grabbed Billy Ray by the arms and lifted him to his feet. Billy Ray was both startled and relieved to get the pressure off his balls. It seemed like in just moments they were in Carlos's black Mercedes sedan and headed to the Hollywood Hills. As the car pulled to a stop in front of the mansion, Carlos opened the door and pushed the country hunk out. "It's party time for you, cowboy!" he snickered. Richard opened the door in his trademark pink striped hot pants, pink socks, white tennis shoes and magenta tank top. "Oh, Carlos!" he gushed, "Why it's the little achy-breaky boy and you have him all wrapped up in leather!" Billy Ray nearly fainted at the sight and had to be held up and carried in by Carlos' guards. "Please, just suck me off and get it over with," Billy Ray pleaded. "Ohhhh, CARLOS!!!" Richard screamed, "Why this yokel thinks I'm no more than a common cocksucker!" Billy Ray was about to find out there are tops and bottoms and his role tonight would not be on top. Richard walked over to the hunk, still held by the guards, and spit in Billy Ray's face. "Boys, take him to the playroom." And with that Richard led the way to his favorite room in the house. Billy Ray found himself alone and shielding his eyes from a blinding light. He never saw Richard approaching with the whip from behind. One sharp snap on his leather-clad ass and Billy Ray fell forward, tripping over his own feet and landed on his knees on the hard concrete with his firm ass toward the ceiling. Whoooooosh! Whackkkkkk! Billy Ray's ass puckered with each blow of the whip. Soon his ass felt like it was on fire and he begged Richard to stop. Richard walked around the sobbing stud and pulled him up by the hair and rammed Billy Ray's face against his bulging shorts. "That will seem like nothin' when you have to deal with this!" Richard let go of Billy Ray and let him fall back to the floor. There would be time and when he was done his Tennessee boy would not only take it, he would WANT it. Richard had played with these pretty boys enough to kow the buttons. Billy Ray lay on the floor spread-eagled and Richard slowly walked around him. He raised his foot and stomped on Billy Ray's right hand and laughed as the stud cried in pain and pulled it under his body. Before he knew what really hit him, Richard had stomped on his other hand and kicked his hot body repeatedly. Soon, Billy Ray was in the fetal position crying, trying to catch his breath and begging Richard to stop. The abuse continued until Billy Ray thought he would pass out and then it stopped. It was silent and all Billy Ray could hear were his sobs and whimpers for mercy. It seemed like hours and finally all the lights came on. There were Carlos and his guards sitting and smiling. Richard appeared naked and waved his nine-inch dick in Billy Ray's face. Roaring with laughter he let go with a yellow stream that soaked Billy Ray's face and upper body. The helpless stud coughed and tried to spit it out as he lay in Richard's puddle of urine. "You want more or are you ready to play by the house rules?" Richard asked in a demanding voice. Billy Ray did not know what was coming over him, but he just nodded consent. Richard brought a leash and studded collar and placed it snugly around Billy Ray's throat and led him over to Carlos and the guards. Instinctively, Billy Ray heeled Richard on his hands and knees. The hard concrete digging against the knees of his tight leather pants and the toes of his expensive snakeskin boots. Carlos picked up a tennis ball and lobbed it across the room, "FETCH, Achyboy!" He yelled. Billy Ray crawled over and retrieved the ball and took it in his mouth. He started toward Carlos and without thinking, went instead to Richard and raised on his knees to present the ball to his master. Richard squealed with joy, "Good, Achyboy! Good!" Richard told Billy Ray to beg and he dutifully did. He hen told his pet to roll over. It was then that he aw what he was hoping for. Growing large under those skintight black leather pants was a hardon. Billy Ray as his. He grabbed the leash and raised Billy Ray to is feet and led him to Carlos and the guards. Billy ay blushed beet red and tried to cover his growing crotch with his hands. "Sorry, Achyboy, but once Richard has had you you'll never be the same." Carlos and the guards roared with delight at the sight of the nice cocky stud reduced to Richard Simmons' slave boy. Richard motioned for his new boy to come to him. On is knees, Billy Ray crawled over and serviced his aster. He took the huge cock with pleasure and rubbed is own dick encased in the tight leather. Soon both moaned with sexual delight and were spent. Done, Richard left the room and abandoned his slave to Carlos and the guards. Heading down Sunset, Carlos told his driver to pull over. Billy Ray could walk the rest of the way he stated. The car pulled away slowly so all the occupants could enjoy the sight of what remained of the country hunk: Billy Ray's shirt, face and hair were stained with urine; his skintight leather jeans were scuffed and worn through at the knees; his fancy boots destroyed from the hard concrete; and a leash dangled from a studded collar still around his neck. "Jesus!" Carlos roared, "How humiliating. And worse, if the police pick him up and ask who did that to him, he'll have to say, 'Richard Simmons'!" Comments and critiques are always welcome. Let me know what you think at alpenglow99@yahoo.com --thanks, Alton