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Billy Herrington vs. Vince McMahon​

The scandal of sexual misconduct with former female employees that got McMahon ousted from his company could have been worse for the former CEO. However, there was one incident that was never discovered. Back in 2000, McMahon invited adult performer Herrington for a night in the ring, initially just to audition and wrestle, but as always with McMahon, one thing led to another...
Before the match, McMahon greets Herrington in the locker room, "Hey there, Billy," he says with a tone of familiarity, like he is a meeting a friend from high school for the first time in years.
"Hey," Herrington recognizes McMahon, who is still in his suit.
McMahon feels up Herrington's bicep, "Look at that muscle. This is gonna be good. I got you something to wear. Meet me out in the ring."
Herrington is excited for the opportunity but intimidated as well especially by the CEO McMahon himself. Although, does his best not to show it.
McMahon starts to walk away, "Oh yeah, don't forget the baby oil."
Herrington finds the item McMahon asked him to wear, a red full body thong -- a mankini. Herrington reluctantly puts it on, wondering how it'll stay on for the duration of their match, and then realizes maybe that's the point.

Herrington heads out to the ring, surprised not to see McMahon waiting for him. Just a bottle of baby oil. Herrington squirts some out and rubs it on his chest while waiting for his competitor. Music starts playing and he turns to the ramp to see McMahon, now shirtless, strut down to the ring in his black business pants.
McMahon enters the ring dripping in as much baby oil as Herrington. He puffs his chest as Herrington tries to repress his star struck admiration and lust for the powerful CEO., "You think you can handle this?"
“Oh please. This is gonna be a piece of cake. I’m the real wrestler here.” Herrington says with a discrediting eye roll. “I think I can handle an old man who sits behind a desk all day.”
“The same desk you’re gonna be wishing you were underneath by the time I’m done with you Billy Boy” McMahon then flexes both his biceps.
McMahon circles around the ring, eying Herrington, pleased with how the mankini thong is looking. McMahon stares Herrington up and down with a lecherous smile. “Nice” McMahon says while nodding his head. Herrington stares back at McMahon with a glare, trying to hold back the lustful feelings he was having but the now noticeable bulge in the crotch of his mankini wasn’t helping. “Oh yeah, it’s go time” says the uninhibited CEO while beckoning Billy. “Wait, what’s that?” Herrington points behind McMahon to catch him off guard for an abrupt kick to the gut, that has McMahon bending over in pain. He then grabs McMahon's head in a side headlock, squeezing McMahon's skull around his bicep.
"Oh, that’s how you wanna play?..." McMahon says as Herrington tightens his flex.
McMahon fights back with a couple punches to the stomach, getting Herrington to break the hold. McMahon then shoves Herrington into the corner and charges after him with a shoulder block, and another, and another. Then he steps back admiring the distressed hunk struggling to stay standing up. McMahon comes forward with a backhand slap across the chest, making Herrington wince. He then hits a back elbow to the head followed by whipping Herrington across to the opposite corner. McMahon runs after him, but the pornstar swings both legs up, nailing McMahon in the kisser. The CEO staggers backward, fighting to stay upright and Herrington bursts out the corner with a clothesline, ending the struggle. McMahon hurries back to his feet, but Herrington connects with a dropkick, sending him stumbling backwards into the ropes. Herrington chases after him thinking he's got control. but he walks right into McMahon's elbow. The CEO swings his fist, but Herrington ducks, getting behind him. He then gets his arms between McMahon's and puts him in a full nelson hold.
"Ahhhh... You fuckcunt..." McMahon cries out.
Herrington only grunts back, trying to force the CEO to submit or pass out, whatever comes first. McMahon knows he's in trouble, finding it hard to move as Herrington has him overpowered. The only thing he can do is twerk his ass back into Herrington's crotch. A maneuver he learned from watching Herrington’s videos. He goes at it, rubbing his ass up and down, in a circle, startling the pornstar. That gives him an opening and McMahon pushes them back into the corner, squashing Herrington against the turnbuckles, breaking the hold. McMahon then turns around and pinches both of Herrington's nipples making him cry out in pain.
"What's the matter Billy? This too much for you?"
Herrington shoves McMahon back, getting the CEO on his knees. He then gets behind him and drills his knee into his back as he pulls McMahon's arms back.
"Ahhhh!"
Herrington can't tell if McMahon is in pain or if he likes the abuse. Probably a mixture of both. McMahon's turning red, but he's getting horny by the challenge. He slowly steps up and twists their arms around, shoving Herrington away. Herrington comes right back at him, but McMahon ducks, flipping him over with a back body drop. He hits an elbow drop and then grabs Herrington's leg, turning him over. He then sits on the pornstar's ass holding him in a single leg Boston crab.
"Ahhhh..." Herrington can't believe how much it hurts.
"Come on you weak pussy, this is all you got? We don’t take little girly boys here at WWE"
The way McMahon refers to him as a weak pussy and a little girly boy makes it impossible for Herrington to tap out. Now, it was personal. With more determination than ever to defeat the condescending CEO, he takes a breath and then uses all of his energy to pull forward and grab the bottom rope. He grips it for dear life, forcing McMahon to release the hold.
McMahon stands back watching the pornstar slowly get up, admiring all his sweaty assets. He goes to grab Herrington by the head, but the pornstar smacks him and wraps his arms around McMahon's waist. He then lifts the CEO up off the ground, squeezing him with a bearhug, roaring with intensity.
McMahon rubs his lower back as their bodies remain pressed together. Herrington roars again as he adjusts the hold, like he's trying to snap McMahon's back in two. As much as he's trying, McMahon can't help but get hard being in Herrington's embrace. As much as McMahon wants to stay like this, he's getting light headed. He punches Herrington in the head to set him down, and another to let him go. But Herrington immediately grabs him again, lifting him up and dropping him down on his knee with an atomic drop. McMahon lurches away in pain, but doesn't get too far as Herrington grabs him again and slams him down. The pornstar then slides on top of him, hooking the leg, but McMahon punches out after a two-count.
Herrington stands back up first, waiting for McMahon to get upright before lunging at him. McMahon ducks away, trying to focus and regain control. Herrington lunges again, this time McMahon kicks him. He then steps up to him and puts his right hand on Herrington's shoulder and nails him with a series of knee strikes, backing him into the ropes. McMahon then bends down and scoops Herrington up, slamming him back in the middle of the ring. He then goes to the turnbuckles and leaps off with a flying legdrop, connecting. McMahon knows he could probably pin Herrington now, but he wants to make sure he wins. He pulls Herrington up by his hair to his feet and then knees him in the gut to get him to bend forward.”No! No! Wait!….I wasn’t ready! Do over! Do over!”, Billy begs knowing McMahon was about to perform a devastating move on him. McMahon simply shakes his head and smiles as he wraps his arms under Herrington's and hits him with a Pedigree. Herrington flops down on the ring, too exhausted to fight back as McMahon rolls him on his back, folding him in half as he pins him. McMahon smiling as he counts, "One, two……….three."

Herrington remains on his back, staring at the ceiling in utter defeat, his broken heart pounding from the intensity and the intense humiliation of the match. McMahon is not your typical 55 year old man, that's for sure. But Billy learned that the hard way. Plus Billy didn’t know if this meant he wasn’t getting hired and he was too ashamed to ask. He was humbled and completely at the mercy of McMahon in more ways than one.
The one thing that was certain, was that McMahon was the clear alpha. The man.
"Don't feel bad about losing, Billy," McMahon says. "In fact, I think you're going to enjoy it. You don’t have to pretend to be something you’re not with me. No pressure. Not everyone with muscles is manly. Besides…you fought well………for a bitch"
McMahon kneels over Herrington's face and pulls down his pants, revealing his hard cock. "Open wide for this manly cock bitch boy."
Herrington opens his mouth and McMahon fills him with his dick, pushing in until he's poking the back of the pornstar's throat making him choke and gag. Having McMahon’s cock meat in his mouth feels so right and Herrington is enjoying every inch of it but slowly and reluctantly he has to push the dick out of his mouth to cough and gag and for his mouth to get a better handle on McMahon’s cock.
"Come on Billy bitch, you can do better than that."
Right before Billy was about to get on his knees for the boss, McMahon grabs him by the head and skull fucks the defeated lackey relentlessly. The pornstar gags and chokes even more, his face turning red and drooling saliva and precum. Herrington’s struggling but McMahon refuses to slow down. Finally after five minutes McMahon releases Herrington from his grip.
McMahon stands up, freeing Herrington to crawl onto his knees and worship McMahon’s cock more until McMahon finally pulls out of the ravenous mouth after 10 minutes. The powerful CEO picks up Herrington, the pornstar wraps his legs around McMahon and is carried to the corner making out passionately with tons of tongue along the way.
After Herrington briefly worships the CEO’s arms and chest, the latter with his tongue and hands, McMahon sets Herrington's legs on his shoulders and pushes in toward his crack, his dick finding its way to his hole.
"Ahhhh..." The pornstar scrunches his eyes shut as a burn rips through him.
"Just breathe in through your nose and out your mouth," McMahon instructs.
The pornstar exhales slowly.
"That's it, Billy," McMahon says, "Let Daddy take care of you."
McMahon snaps his hips, pushing his cock deeper into the pornstar. Herrington's head tilts back, his eyes widen. McMahon rocks back and forth slowly, letting the bodybuilder relax a little.
"You ready for me to fuck you?" McMahon asks after already starting the fucking.
Herrington nods nervously, and gives a genuine “Yes”.
"Like I said, you're going to enjoy this."
The CEO snaps his hips again, making billy moan in pain and pleasure from the hard man meat inside him. And so McMahon keeps it up, building more momentum with steady strokes that keep on coming.
"You're so tight around my cock, I fucking love it." McMahon says with a grin.
"Oh God..." Herrington moans out in reply. "You’re so fucking big!”
"Oh you want more?"
Vince squeezes his grip on Herrington's legs as he pumped faster into him. Herrington's chest bounces with each penetration, his hard dick flopping from side to side. McMahon growls louder as he fucks harder, trying to make Herrington's chest bounce higher with each thrust.
McMahon grabs the pornstar’s ankles and spreads his legs as far apart as possible.
"Uhhh, uhhh, uhh..." Herrington is in a trance.
"Yeah, you like what Daddy's giving you?"
"Yes Daddy! I fucking love it!"
"Well, I've got more for you," McMahon says dropping Herrington's legs and stepping back. "On your hands and knees now bitch."
Eager to please what he hopes to be his future husband and boss or at least his man, Herrington steps forward, dazed from all the dick, and whole heartedly obeys McMahon's command and eagerly bends over for his master. McMahon kneels behind him, smacking his ass so hard it leaves a red mark.
"You ready for more Billy?"
Vulnerable and just wanting to be what McMahon wants, Herrington takes a breath and nods. “Yes Sir.” Herrington wants these moments to last.
Even though it's not blocking his hole, McMahon rips the mankini off of him and shoves his dick right back in him, no hesitation this time. All the way in to the hilt.
"Ahhhhhhhhh..." Herrington is shaken to say the least.
The arena is soon filled with the sound of skin slapping on skin as McMahon nails him with a brutal pace. Herrington grunts, groans, and wails while McMahon pounds the living daylights out of him.
"Take it bitch! Take it like the weak little pussy you are!" McMahon barks.
While he continues to thrust into the pornstar. He runs his hands up and grabs on to Herrington's shoulders and arms, pulling him toward the thrusts even harder and deeper and speeding up his pace even more. Most of McMahon’s thrusts making Billy’s eyes bulge out. Each thrust fills Herrington up, McMahon's balls slapping into him, before pulling out and stuffed all the way back in. He’s using the porn star like he’s a flesh light!
"Oh God" Herrington grunts, as his eyes roll in the back of his head from the brutal pounding.
McMahon slams into him harder, stabbing his prostate again and again. Herrington taps the mat like he is being defeated by McMahon in wrestling…again. The Pornstar glances over his right shoulder to the sight of the powerful CEO’s giving him a sinister smirk while his puffed up glistening chest bounces from the powerful thrusts he was giving him. A sense of dread came over the conquered amateur wrestler. He’d never felt so humiliated, so vulnerable, so controlled, so meek. Herrington had no choice but to give into the massive display of domination that McMahon was handing to him. Waves of pounding pain and pleasure rip through the humiliated bodybuilder, an intense feeling, that has his hands shaking while spreading his own hole open begging for his conqueror to give him something that he himself can’t even handle. McMahon grunts with each thrust knowing he's completely dominating and driving the porn star insane.
"Fuck, f-f-fuck, fuck...oh fuck me! You fucking o-own me D-daddy!"
McMahon tugs on the hair on the top of Herrington's head, tilting his head way back.
“Who’s the man?!”
“You are!”
"Come on girly boy, I can't hear you."
“You are! Big Daddy Vince McMahon is THE MAN! You’re the boss! You own me!”
“Damn right!”
And with the next penetration that nails his prostate Herrington yelps out louder than ever. McMahon releases his hair and shoves Herrington flat on the ring, with only the porn star’s ass up.
”Open Wide”
The subservient pornstar obeys and spreads his hole open wide for the CEO as McMahon sticks it back in deep and the ass assault continues. Herrington caves to McMahon as he no longer has the strength to arch his ass up against McMahon’s powerful thrusts, the CEO lays on top of him thrusting deep in, like he's trying to stab a hole through the ring. Herrington's prostate is going off like an alarm, the feeling so intense he can't utter full words anymore. Vince McMahon is pounding him into the ground. Yes he’s never been more humiliated in his life but in the moment he feels it’s exactly where he needs and wants to be. Being completely owned, Billy was falling in love with Vince. After hours of fucking Billy in every conceivable position, Herrington feels a burning sensation in his lower stomach, and instantly knows he's not going to last much longer. McMahon can feel it too. With that he gives Herrington everything he has left to give, a frenzy of thrusts that draw out long, continuous moans from the bodybuilder.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna come Daddy" Herrington announces.
"I’m cumming! I’m cumming!," he warns right before his warm, white load squirts on to his chest and abs.
He strokes furiously as more and more cum shoots out, a sizable load finally unleashed.
“Nice. Now let me see your good side” McMahon turns Billy around, bends him over, sticks it back in and shoots his first load inside the pornstar, feeling Herrington's ass clench up against his dick as he explodes inside him. When he finishes the first load he slaps his dick on to the ass, using it to spread his seed around. He then turns billy over again and shoots another load in Herrington’s mouth and in all his face, getting in his eye as well!
Billy uses his one available eye as guidance to eagerly suck McMahon’s cock dry.
When he's finished McMahon glances over at Herrington's cum covered face, admiring the work he’s done.
Not knowing what else to say billy finally lets it slip “I…love you.”
Giving Billy a condescending smirk and pat on the head, McMahon just casually stands back up, gathers his clothes and marches back to the locker room, proud to know that at the age of 55, he still has it.

 

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Billy Herrington vs. Vince McMahon​

The scandal of sexual misconduct with former female employees that got McMahon ousted from his company could have been worse for the former CEO. However, there was one incident that was never discovered. Back in 2000, McMahon invited adult performer Herrington for a night in the ring, initially just to audition and wrestle, but as always with McMahon, one thing led to another...
Before the match, McMahon greets Herrington in the locker room, "Hey there, Billy," he says with a tone of familiarity, like he is a meeting a friend from high school for the first time in years.
"Hey," Herrington recognizes McMahon, who is still in his suit.
McMahon feels up Herrington's bicep, "Look at that muscle. This is gonna be good. I got you something to wear. Meet me out in the ring."
Herrington is excited for the opportunity but intimidated as well especially by the CEO McMahon himself. Although, does his best not to show it.
McMahon starts to walk away, "Oh yeah, don't forget the baby oil."
Herrington finds the item McMahon asked him to wear, a red full body thong -- a mankini. Herrington reluctantly puts it on, wondering how it'll stay on for the duration of their match, and then realizes maybe that's the point.

Herrington heads out to the ring, surprised not to see McMahon waiting for him. Just a bottle of baby oil. Herrington squirts some out and rubs it on his chest while waiting for his competitor. Music starts playing and he turns to the ramp to see McMahon, now shirtless, strut down to the ring in his black business pants.
McMahon enters the ring dripping in as much baby oil as Herrington. He puffs his chest as Herrington tries to repress his star struck admiration and lust for the powerful CEO., "You think you can handle this?"
“Oh please. This is gonna be a piece of cake. I’m the real wrestler here.” Herrington says with a discrediting eye roll. “I think I can handle an old man who sits behind a desk all day.”
“The same desk you’re gonna be wishing you were underneath by the time I’m done with you Billy Boy” McMahon then flexes both his biceps.
McMahon circles around the ring, eying Herrington, pleased with how the mankini thong is looking. McMahon stares Herrington up and down with a lecherous smile. “Nice” McMahon says while nodding his head. Herrington stares back at McMahon with a glare, trying to hold back the lustful feelings he was having but the now noticeable bulge in the crotch of his mankini wasn’t helping. “Oh yeah, it’s go time” says the uninhibited CEO while beckoning Billy. “Wait, what’s that?” Herrington points behind McMahon to catch him off guard for an abrupt kick to the gut, that has McMahon bending over in pain. He then grabs McMahon's head in a side headlock, squeezing McMahon's skull around his bicep.
"Oh, that’s how you wanna play?..." McMahon says as Herrington tightens his flex.
McMahon fights back with a couple punches to the stomach, getting Herrington to break the hold. McMahon then shoves Herrington into the corner and charges after him with a shoulder block, and another, and another. Then he steps back admiring the distressed hunk struggling to stay standing up. McMahon comes forward with a backhand slap across the chest, making Herrington wince. He then hits a back elbow to the head followed by whipping Herrington across to the opposite corner. McMahon runs after him, but the pornstar swings both legs up, nailing McMahon in the kisser. The CEO staggers backward, fighting to stay upright and Herrington bursts out the corner with a clothesline, ending the struggle. McMahon hurries back to his feet, but Herrington connects with a dropkick, sending him stumbling backwards into the ropes. Herrington chases after him thinking he's got control. but he walks right into McMahon's elbow. The CEO swings his fist, but Herrington ducks, getting behind him. He then gets his arms between McMahon's and puts him in a full nelson hold.
"Ahhhh... You fuckcunt..." McMahon cries out.
Herrington only grunts back, trying to force the CEO to submit or pass out, whatever comes first. McMahon knows he's in trouble, finding it hard to move as Herrington has him overpowered. The only thing he can do is twerk his ass back into Herrington's crotch. A maneuver he learned from watching Herrington’s videos. He goes at it, rubbing his ass up and down, in a circle, startling the pornstar. That gives him an opening and McMahon pushes them back into the corner, squashing Herrington against the turnbuckles, breaking the hold. McMahon then turns around and pinches both of Herrington's nipples making him cry out in pain.
"What's the matter Billy? This too much for you?"
Herrington shoves McMahon back, getting the CEO on his knees. He then gets behind him and drills his knee into his back as he pulls McMahon's arms back.
"Ahhhh!"
Herrington can't tell if McMahon is in pain or if he likes the abuse. Probably a mixture of both. McMahon's turning red, but he's getting horny by the challenge. He slowly steps up and twists their arms around, shoving Herrington away. Herrington comes right back at him, but McMahon ducks, flipping him over with a back body drop. He hits an elbow drop and then grabs Herrington's leg, turning him over. He then sits on the pornstar's ass holding him in a single leg Boston crab.
"Ahhhh..." Herrington can't believe how much it hurts.
"Come on you weak pussy, this is all you got? We don’t take little girly boys here at WWE"
The way McMahon refers to him as a weak pussy and a little girly boy makes it impossible for Herrington to tap out. Now, it was personal. With more determination than ever to defeat the condescending CEO, he takes a breath and then uses all of his energy to pull forward and grab the bottom rope. He grips it for dear life, forcing McMahon to release the hold.
McMahon stands back watching the pornstar slowly get up, admiring all his sweaty assets. He goes to grab Herrington by the head, but the pornstar smacks him and wraps his arms around McMahon's waist. He then lifts the CEO up off the ground, squeezing him with a bearhug, roaring with intensity.
McMahon rubs his lower back as their bodies remain pressed together. Herrington roars again as he adjusts the hold, like he's trying to snap McMahon's back in two. As much as he's trying, McMahon can't help but get hard being in Herrington's embrace. As much as McMahon wants to stay like this, he's getting light headed. He punches Herrington in the head to set him down, and another to let him go. But Herrington immediately grabs him again, lifting him up and dropping him down on his knee with an atomic drop. McMahon lurches away in pain, but doesn't get too far as Herrington grabs him again and slams him down. The pornstar then slides on top of him, hooking the leg, but McMahon punches out after a two-count.
Herrington stands back up first, waiting for McMahon to get upright before lunging at him. McMahon ducks away, trying to focus and regain control. Herrington lunges again, this time McMahon kicks him. He then steps up to him and puts his right hand on Herrington's shoulder and nails him with a series of knee strikes, backing him into the ropes. McMahon then bends down and scoops Herrington up, slamming him back in the middle of the ring. He then goes to the turnbuckles and leaps off with a flying legdrop, connecting. McMahon knows he could probably pin Herrington now, but he wants to make sure he wins. He pulls Herrington up by his hair to his feet and then knees him in the gut to get him to bend forward.”No! No! Wait!….I wasn’t ready! Do over! Do over!”, Billy begs knowing McMahon was about to perform a devastating move on him. McMahon simply shakes his head and smiles as he wraps his arms under Herrington's and hits him with a Pedigree. Herrington flops down on the ring, too exhausted to fight back as McMahon rolls him on his back, folding him in half as he pins him. McMahon smiling as he counts, "One, two……….three."

Herrington remains on his back, staring at the ceiling in utter defeat, his broken heart pounding from the intensity and the intense humiliation of the match. McMahon is not your typical 55 year old man, that's for sure. But Billy learned that the hard way. Plus Billy didn’t know if this meant he wasn’t getting hired and he was too ashamed to ask. He was humbled and completely at the mercy of McMahon in more ways than one.
The one thing that was certain, was that McMahon was the clear alpha. The man.
"Don't feel bad about losing, Billy," McMahon says. "In fact, I think you're going to enjoy it. You don’t have to pretend to be something you’re not with me. No pressure. Not everyone with muscles is manly. Besides…you fought well………for a bitch"
McMahon kneels over Herrington's face and pulls down his pants, revealing his hard cock. "Open wide for this manly cock bitch boy."
Herrington opens his mouth and McMahon fills him with his dick, pushing in until he's poking the back of the pornstar's throat making him choke and gag. Having McMahon’s cock meat in his mouth feels so right and Herrington is enjoying every inch of it but slowly and reluctantly he has to push the dick out of his mouth to cough and gag and for his mouth to get a better handle on McMahon’s cock.
"Come on Billy bitch, you can do better than that."
Right before Billy was about to get on his knees for the boss, McMahon grabs him by the head and skull fucks the defeated lackey relentlessly. The pornstar gags and chokes even more, his face turning red and drooling saliva and precum. Herrington’s struggling but McMahon refuses to slow down. Finally after five minutes McMahon releases Herrington from his grip.
McMahon stands up, freeing Herrington to crawl onto his knees and worship McMahon’s cock more until McMahon finally pulls out of the ravenous mouth after 10 minutes. The powerful CEO picks up Herrington, the pornstar wraps his legs around McMahon and is carried to the corner making out passionately with tons of tongue along the way.
After Herrington briefly worships the CEO’s arms and chest, the latter with his tongue and hands, McMahon sets Herrington's legs on his shoulders and pushes in toward his crack, his dick finding its way to his hole.
"Ahhhh..." The pornstar scrunches his eyes shut as a burn rips through him.
"Just breathe in through your nose and out your mouth," McMahon instructs.
The pornstar exhales slowly.
"That's it, Billy," McMahon says, "Let Daddy take care of you."
McMahon snaps his hips, pushing his cock deeper into the pornstar. Herrington's head tilts back, his eyes widen. McMahon rocks back and forth slowly, letting the bodybuilder relax a little.
"You ready for me to fuck you?" McMahon asks after already starting the fucking.
Herrington nods nervously, and gives a genuine “Yes”.
"Like I said, you're going to enjoy this."
The CEO snaps his hips again, making billy moan in pain and pleasure from the hard man meat inside him. And so McMahon keeps it up, building more momentum with steady strokes that keep on coming.
"You're so tight around my cock, I fucking love it." McMahon says with a grin.
"Oh God..." Herrington moans out in reply. "You’re so fucking big!”
"Oh you want more?"
Vince squeezes his grip on Herrington's legs as he pumped faster into him. Herrington's chest bounces with each penetration, his hard dick flopping from side to side. McMahon growls louder as he fucks harder, trying to make Herrington's chest bounce higher with each thrust.
McMahon grabs the pornstar’s ankles and spreads his legs as far apart as possible.
"Uhhh, uhhh, uhh..." Herrington is in a trance.
"Yeah, you like what Daddy's giving you?"
"Yes Daddy! I fucking love it!"
"Well, I've got more for you," McMahon says dropping Herrington's legs and stepping back. "On your hands and knees now bitch."
Eager to please what he hopes to be his future husband and boss or at least his man, Herrington steps forward, dazed from all the dick, and whole heartedly obeys McMahon's command and eagerly bends over for his master. McMahon kneels behind him, smacking his ass so hard it leaves a red mark.
"You ready for more Billy?"
Vulnerable and just wanting to be what McMahon wants, Herrington takes a breath and nods. “Yes Sir.” Herrington wants these moments to last.
Even though it's not blocking his hole, McMahon rips the mankini off of him and shoves his dick right back in him, no hesitation this time. All the way in to the hilt.
"Ahhhhhhhhh..." Herrington is shaken to say the least.
The arena is soon filled with the sound of skin slapping on skin as McMahon nails him with a brutal pace. Herrington grunts, groans, and wails while McMahon pounds the living daylights out of him.
"Take it bitch! Take it like the weak little pussy you are!" McMahon barks.
While he continues to thrust into the pornstar. He runs his hands up and grabs on to Herrington's shoulders and arms, pulling him toward the thrusts even harder and deeper and speeding up his pace even more. Most of McMahon’s thrusts making Billy’s eyes bulge out. Each thrust fills Herrington up, McMahon's balls slapping into him, before pulling out and stuffed all the way back in. He’s using the porn star like he’s a flesh light!
"Oh God" Herrington grunts, as his eyes roll in the back of his head from the brutal pounding.
McMahon slams into him harder, stabbing his prostate again and again. Herrington taps the mat like he is being defeated by McMahon in wrestling…again. The Pornstar glances over his right shoulder to the sight of the powerful CEO’s giving him a sinister smirk while his puffed up glistening chest bounces from the powerful thrusts he was giving him. A sense of dread came over the conquered amateur wrestler. He’d never felt so humiliated, so vulnerable, so controlled, so meek. Herrington had no choice but to give into the massive display of domination that McMahon was handing to him. Waves of pounding pain and pleasure rip through the humiliated bodybuilder, an intense feeling, that has his hands shaking while spreading his own hole open begging for his conqueror to give him something that he himself can’t even handle. McMahon grunts with each thrust knowing he's completely dominating and driving the porn star insane.
"Fuck, f-f-fuck, fuck...oh fuck me! You fucking o-own me D-daddy!"
McMahon tugs on the hair on the top of Herrington's head, tilting his head way back.
“Who’s the man?!”
“You are!”
"Come on girly boy, I can't hear you."
“You are! Big Daddy Vince McMahon is THE MAN! You’re the boss! You own me!”
“Damn right!”
And with the next penetration that nails his prostate Herrington yelps out louder than ever. McMahon releases his hair and shoves Herrington flat on the ring, with only the porn star’s ass up.
”Open Wide”
The subservient pornstar obeys and spreads his hole open wide for the CEO as McMahon sticks it back in deep and the ass assault continues. Herrington caves to McMahon as he no longer has the strength to arch his ass up against McMahon’s powerful thrusts, the CEO lays on top of him thrusting deep in, like he's trying to stab a hole through the ring. Herrington's prostate is going off like an alarm, the feeling so intense he can't utter full words anymore. Vince McMahon is pounding him into the ground. Yes he’s never been more humiliated in his life but in the moment he feels it’s exactly where he needs and wants to be. Being completely owned, Billy was falling in love with Vince. After hours of fucking Billy in every conceivable position, Herrington feels a burning sensation in his lower stomach, and instantly knows he's not going to last much longer. McMahon can feel it too. With that he gives Herrington everything he has left to give, a frenzy of thrusts that draw out long, continuous moans from the bodybuilder.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna come Daddy" Herrington announces.
"I’m cumming! I’m cumming!," he warns right before his warm, white load squirts on to his chest and abs.
He strokes furiously as more and more cum shoots out, a sizable load finally unleashed.
“Nice. Now let me see your good side” McMahon turns Billy around, bends him over, sticks it back in and shoots his first load inside the pornstar, feeling Herrington's ass clench up against his dick as he explodes inside him. When he finishes the first load he slaps his dick on to the ass, using it to spread his seed around. He then turns billy over again and shoots another load in Herrington’s mouth and in all his face, getting in his eye as well!
Billy uses his one available eye as guidance to eagerly suck McMahon’s cock dry.
When he's finished McMahon glances over at Herrington's cum covered face, admiring the work he’s done.
Not knowing what else to say billy finally lets it slip “I…love you.”
Giving Billy a condescending smirk and pat on the head, McMahon just casually stands back up, gathers his clothes and marches back to the locker room, proud to know that at the age of 55, he still has it.

 

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[thespy]

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The Pool Party​

I had a gig posing nude at a Palm Springs pool party hosted by a wealthy older client of mine. It's my first party like this but I love the idea of men all around getting off as I showcase my naked body for them. The client informed me that I would only be getting paid to pose and any sexual activity would be on me. I agreed as I know how to control myself and know how to be professional. Prior to the party, I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't give the milk away for free without them buying the cow as the saying goes. As I made my way around the estate I quickly realized my self control was going to be put to the ultimate test. There were handsome and hung wealthy men all around with their cocks out in the open. At one point a big beefy bald man who looked like my dream man, WWE wrestler, Goldberg, came up behind me while I was posing and dropped his huge man meat directly on top of my spread crack and hole and said "you looking?". As much as I wanted to yell "Yes!" and wrap my lips around it and worship that man like he deserved and give myself to him right then and there. I froze and didn't say anything. I'd like to think it was because was practicing self control but I don't know how much self control you can have when you black out. Once I came back to me senses he was gone and I started to go back into my posing routine until I noticed all the men had disappeared and I saw all the other nude models were getting dicked down by them. I felt left out and anxious and I feared I might have missed my chance. There I was naked and horny for cock, surrounded by hot men I wanted in me that were already in other bodybuilder models. It felt like one minute I was surround by beautiful wealthy bachelors feasting their eyes on my body in all its glory, then the next minute it was like I didn't exist.
In the corner of my eye I could see there was still a few men by themselves watching the action that was going around the pools so I went to that area to give them a better look at my body.
There was a short Greek style column by one the pools. In my heightened state of arousal, I decided to use the phallic column to prop myself up and give them a proper invite to enter me. In between spreading my hole and cheeks as far apart as possible and lightly fingering myself while plainly saying "fuck me" while looking at them, I gyrated and bounced my ass at the gentlemen like there was no tomorrow. One of the big dicked men walked toward me, which felt like it was in slow motion. He popped the head of his beautiful dick into my hole and then buried himself to the base. My head flew back and my eyes and asshole popped open wide for the man as he continued to go to town on my ass with mighty thrusts with his big beautiful cock. Soon enough, when I got acclimated to his cock, I could start to relax a bit and thrust my ass back on against his hard pounding thrusts and spankings. It felt amazing! After a 20 minute fuck he pulled out and sprayed my ass cheeks with a huge creamy load. Worn out, I posed like that for the remainder of the party.

 

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[Bhillybitch1]

Billy Herrington had a reputation that preceded him. He was a popular bodybuilder and fitness model with a big ass and an even bigger ego. He needed the focus always to be on him and if he didn’t feel he was getting enough attention and the proper treatment he deserved, the relationships usually ended. He lost out on quite a few really good stand-up guys this way but with his looks and body, he felt it was their loss, not his.

On the weekend Billy would dance at a local gay strip club for extra cash. Sure, there were other ways of making an extra buck but Billy loved the attention he would receive from the men ogling his body. One of Billy’s rules though was that he didn’t have to be fully nude or take off his underwear. He felt he was above having to bare it all like the other strippers. Although he often found himself getting jealous of the type of attention the nude strippers would get.

One fateful day at the strip club, Billy’s path crossed with a stocky ruggedly handsome truck driver named Chuck. Chuck wasn’t traditionally the best-looking guy in the world, in fact, you could say he was a bit rough around the edges. He even drove a yellow pickup truck with pink lettering on the sides that captioned “Bussy Wagon”. He had an average-sized cock but the man had a powerful masculine presence, a cocky demeanor, and oozed with a natural swagger. He’s fucked many-a muscle bottoms that were just like Billy in that wagon.

Meanwhile, at the strip club, a hunky Club DJ introduces Billy and the 6‘3 stripper comes out onto the stage shirtless with black snap-away pants. Billy wastes no time stripping his pants off and revealing his bright yellow briefs with a black waistband and starts his routine. Billy immediately noticed Chuck in the crowd even though Chuck wasn’t wearing anything flashy, just a trucker hat jeans, and a t-shirt that captioned “My name is Chuck and I like to fuck”.

Billy didn’t want to be but he was instantly attracted to Chuck in a way that made him feel weak on the inside and maybe even inferior. Billy didn’t want to admit it but he was secretly a sub and loved to be dominated and seeing the big burly truck driver sitting there with all his raw rugged energy stirred those feelings up. During Billy’s sexy performance, Chuck would lick his lips and loudly yell crude obscenities and catcalls especially when Billy would bend over. It made him feel objectified which of course the fitness model turn stripper loved deep down. But Chuck made Billy nervous but Billy did his best to not show his discomfort with his lust for the big guy. Yet on the inside, Billy was hanging on every vulgar word, every smirk, every facial expression Chuck did. Billy never wanted that beefy man to lose interest so he danced like no tomorrow.

What really set Billy off was when he witnessed Chuck ordering drinks from a young blonde twunk cocktail waiter named Logan he saw a flirty exchange between the two. Even though Billy didn’t know Chuck, and they never even had a conversation Billy couldn’t help but feel his heart race in a deep pit of jealousy. When Chuck and Logan’s exchange ended Billy felt relieved but he didn’t like feeling jealous so he felt he had to take it up a notch so he would receive all of Chuck's unyielding attention and hopefully even something more than just attention from his crush. To keep Chuck's attention away from anyone else and to help secure his potential future with the macho truck driver Billy had to break his own rule. He had to take it all off bare it all to get what he wanted. So Billy ripped off his briefs right then and there and tossed them to the side. Chuck and The rest of the crowd went wild with many of the men in the crowd yelling “Finally!”

Billy bent over to showcase his ass for the testosterone-filled crowd, peeking over his shoulder to get a glimpse of Chuck's reaction. Chuck’s face lit up with a big smile which made Billy excited and crack a smile directly back at the beefcake.

Through his own body language, Billy was exposing himself. The come hither stares Chuck's way, the gleeful grins he couldn’t contain when looking at Chuck and always aiming his ass in Chuck’s direction, It started to become very apparent to everyone that Billy had a thing for Chuck and wanted Chuck in a big way. The crowd encouraged the two of them and with a confident glee, Chuck walked up to the stage where Billy was bent over and stuck his tongue right in Billy’s hungry ass and rimmed the eager bodybuilder for a good minute seconds before returning to his seat. This made Billy’s eyes roll to the back of his head made teased the bodybuilder to no end. He needed more, he had to have more.

Billy walks off stage and with determination heads directly to the seated man and straddles him. He then proceeds to bounce up and down uncontrollably and places Chuck's strong man hands on his own lustfully spread open ass cheeks opening them up even more. Billy plants a big lustful passionate kiss on Chuck and they make out all while Chuck plays with Billy’s ass and fingers his hole. The crowd starts chanting “Fill Bill!” as Billy unzips Chuck's blue jeans and slowly starts to guide the hard cock further and further inside his hungry hole. The muscly stripper starts to slowly ride the big man for all to see and all to cheer on. Chuck was starting to fill the secret muscle sub up and the crowd was loving it. They were putting in a show and thanks to Billy, Chuck’s star power was rising quickly. He was a new fan favorite and the crowd loved him. There was something about the man’s man that they couldn’t help but cheer and root for. Something heroic was happening.

Chuck’s cock wasn’t huge but it was extremely hard so it was taking Billy a while to really pick up the pace but Chuck took it in his own hands and started jackhammering up into Billy making Billy scream out in pleasure and pain. After some time of fucking Billy in that position Chuck decided to switch things up and without pulling out picks the stripper up and drops him, back on the stage. In a display of dominance, the truck driver spreads his bottom’s legs wide apart and starts pile-driving him making his bottom bitch feel completely owned. Followed by rough merciless military position fucking that makes Billy’s big heaving muscle chest bounce with every thrust. Chuck’s alpha power is on full display. After a while of this position Chuck decided he wants to finish Billy off doggy style. So he flips Billy over and fucks the living daylights out of him spanking his bitch all throughout, making Billy moan and uncontrollably blurt out “Fuck me!” “You’re the man!” and “You own this bussy!”. The crowd has never seen such a display of dominance before. Chuck then grabs Billy’s arms pulling himself even deeper inside his bottom and hitting his bitch’s prostate. Billy can no longer handle it anymore and Chuck lets him get one of his arms free and Billy uses it to release a huge cum shot on the stage below him while his new master, Chuck cums deep inside him. Billy lays there on all fours elated cherishing the moment, filled with joy and most importantly filled with Chuck's hot cum.

After taking a breath, Billy asks Chuck to join him in the shower which Chuck passes on. As much as Billy wants to keep Chuck’s load inside him, he wants to make room for more of Chuck’s loads so gives Chuck a big kiss and heads to the shower alone but still on cloud 9. He just knows he’s hit the jackpot and he’s going home with Chuck and he’s excited. Billy finishes his shower and goes back to the club to find Chuck but is surprised to realize Chuck is nowhere to be found so he starts asking around but is met with shrugs. The mood around him has changed as he immediately notices an energy of indifference and he can just feel his respect level with the clubgoers which was once high has severely faded. Glances toward the window with a view of the parking lot peak Billy’s curiosity. Billy looks out the window and sees Chuck and Logan kissing and getting into the Bussy Wagon before driving off into the night.

 

[Bhillybitch1]

Billy Herrington had a reputation that preceded him. He was a popular bodybuilder and fitness model with a big ass and an even bigger ego. He needed the focus always to be on him and if he didn’t feel he was getting enough attention and the proper treatment he deserved, the relationships usually ended. He lost out on quite a few really good stand-up guys this way but with his looks and body, he felt it was their loss, not his.

On the weekend Billy would dance at a local gay strip club for extra cash. Sure, there were other ways of making an extra buck but Billy loved the attention he would receive from the men ogling his body. One of Billy’s rules though was that he didn’t have to be fully nude or take off his underwear. He felt he was above having to bare it all like the other strippers. Although he often found himself getting jealous of the type of attention the nude strippers would get.

One fateful day at the strip club, Billy’s path crossed with a stocky ruggedly handsome truck driver named Chuck. Chuck wasn’t traditionally the best-looking guy in the world, in fact, you could say he was a bit rough around the edges. He even drove a yellow pickup truck with pink lettering on the sides that captioned “Bussy Wagon”. He had an average-sized cock but the man had a powerful masculine presence, a cocky demeanor, and oozed with a natural swagger. He’s fucked many-a muscle bottoms that were just like Billy in that wagon.

Meanwhile, at the strip club, a hunky Club DJ introduces Billy and the 6‘3 stripper comes out onto the stage shirtless with black snap-away pants. Billy wastes no time stripping his pants off and revealing his bright yellow briefs with a black waistband and starts his routine. Billy immediately noticed Chuck in the crowd even though Chuck wasn’t wearing anything flashy, just a trucker hat, jeans, and a t-shirt that captioned “My name is Chuck and I like to fuck”.

Billy didn’t want to be but he was instantly attracted to Chuck in a way that made him feel weak on the inside and maybe even inferior. Billy didn’t want to admit it but he was secretly a sub and loved to be dominated and seeing the big burly truck driver sitting there with all his raw rugged energy stirred those feelings up. During Billy’s sexy performance, Chuck would lick his lips and loudly yell crude obscenities and catcalls especially when Billy would bend over. It made him feel objectified which of course the fitness model turned stripper loved deep down. But Chuck made Billy nervous but Billy did his best to not show his discomfort with his lust for the big guy. Yet on the inside, Billy was hanging on every vulgar word, every smirk, every facial expression Chuck did. Billy never wanted that beefy man to lose interest so he danced like no tomorrow.

What really set Billy off was when he witnessed Chuck ordering drinks from a young blonde twunk cocktail waiter named Logan he saw a flirty exchange between the two. Even though Billy didn’t know Chuck, and they never even had a conversation Billy couldn’t help but feel his heart race in a deep pit of jealousy. When Chuck and Logan’s exchange ended Billy felt relieved but he didn’t like feeling jealous so he felt he had to take it up a notch so he would receive all of Chuck's unyielding attention and hopefully even something more than just attention from his crush. To keep Chuck's attention away from anyone else and to help secure his potential future with the macho truck driver Billy had to break his own rule. He had to take it all off bare it all to get what he wanted. So Billy ripped off his briefs right then and there and tossed them to the side. Chuck and the rest of the crowd went wild with many of the men in the crowd yelling “Finally!”

Billy bent over to showcase his ass for the testosterone-filled crowd, peeking over his shoulder to get a glimpse of Chuck's reaction. Chuck’s face lit up with a big smile which made Billy excited and crack a smile directly back at the beefcake.

Through his own body language, Billy was exposing himself. The come hither stares Chuck's way, the gleeful grins he couldn’t contain when looking at Chuck and always aiming his ass in Chuck’s direction, It started to become very apparent to everyone that Billy had a thing for Chuck and wanted Chuck in a big way. The crowd encouraged the two of them and with a confident glee, Chuck walked up to the stage where Billy was bent over and stuck his tongue right in Billy’s hungry ass and rimmed the eager bodybuilder for a good minute before returning to his seat. This made Billy’s eyes roll to the back of his head and teased the bodybuilder to no end. He needed more, he had to have more.

Billy walks off stage and with determination heads directly to the seated man and straddles him. He then proceeds to bounce up and down uncontrollably and places Chuck's strong man hands on his own lustfully spread open ass cheeks opening them up even more. Billy plants a big lustful passionate kiss on Chuck and they make out all while Chuck plays with Billy’s ass and fingers his hole. The crowd starts chanting “Fill Bill!” as Billy unzips Chuck's blue jeans and slowly starts to guide the hard cock further and further inside his hungry hole. The muscly stripper starts to slowly ride the big man for all to see and all to cheer on. Chuck was starting to fill the secret muscle sub up and the crowd was loving it. They were putting on a show and thanks to Billy, Chuck’s star power was rising quickly. He was a new fan favorite and the crowd loved him. There was something about the man’s man that they couldn’t help but cheer and root for. Something heroic was happening.

Chuck’s cock wasn’t huge but it was extremely hard so it was taking Billy a while to really pick up the pace but Chuck took it in his own hands and started jackhammering up into Billy making Billy scream out in pleasure and pain. After some time of fucking Billy in that position Chuck decided to switch things up and without pulling out picks the stripper up and drops him, back on the stage. In a display of dominance, the truck driver spreads his bottom’s legs wide apart and starts pile-driving him making his bottom bitch feel completely owned. Followed by rough merciless military position fucking that makes Billy’s big heaving muscle chest bounce with every thrust. Chuck’s alpha power is on full display. After a while of this position Chuck decided he wants to finish Billy off doggy style. So he flips Billy over and fucks the living daylights out of him spanking his bitch all throughout, making Billy moan and uncontrollably blurt out “Fuck me!” “You’re the man!” and “You own this bussy!”. The crowd has never seen such a display of dominance before. Chuck then grabs Billy’s arms pulling himself even deeper inside his bottom and hitting his bitch’s prostate. Billy can no longer handle it anymore and Chuck lets him get one of his arms free and Billy uses it to release a huge cum shot on the stage below him while his new master, Chuck cums deep inside him. Billy lays there on all fours elated cherishing the moment, filled with joy and most importantly filled with Chuck's hot cum.

After taking a breath, Billy asks Chuck to join him in the shower which Chuck passes on. As much as Billy wants to keep Chuck’s load inside him, he wants to make room for more of Chuck’s loads so he gives Chuck a big kiss and heads to the shower alone but still on cloud 9. He just knows he’s hit the jackpot and he’s going home with Chuck and he’s excited. Billy finishes his shower and goes back to the club to find Chuck but is surprised to find Chuck is nowhere to be found so he starts asking around but is met with shrugs. The mood around him has changed as he immediately notices an energy of indifference that he never received and he can just feel his respect level with the clubgoers has significantly faded. Glances toward the window with a view of the parking lot peak Billy’s curiosity. Billy looks out the window and sees Chuck and Logan kissing and getting into the Bussy Wagon before driving off into the hot desert night.

 

[Bhillybitch1]

The Customer

​

Billy Herrington had always had a thing for muscular alpha males with big cocks, and when he came into the garage where he worked as a mechanic, there was no denying the fire that was stoked in his heart as soon as he locked eyes with the tall, broad shouldered, and muscular man that stood before him. He had a ruggedly handsome face, salt and pepper hair, a dusting of stubble on his strong jaw, and a cock that seemed as if it could stretch from one end of the garage to the other.

Billy knew that he was in trouble when the man asked him to change the oil in his car, and suggested that he do it in the nude. He felt a flutter of butterflies in his stomach as he slowly unbuttoned his jumpsuit and let it fall to the floor, unable to take his eyes away from the man's bulge.

With nothing but a pair of grease stained rags to cover his modesty, Billy went to work under the man's watchful gaze. Here and there, he felt the man's eyes run up and down his body, a feeling that stimulated him more than he cared to admit.

When he had finished the task, adrenaline coursing through his veins, Billy looked up from his work to find the man still watching him with a hungry intensity. Leaning forward, the man paid him for a job well done with a thick stream of cum that landed on directly his face. He shuddered under the sensation, feeling the warm liquid cascade down into his mouth, licking up every drop he could.

The man quickly dressed, leaving him with a simple smirk as a reminder of what had happened. Billy took a long, deep breath, and thanked the universe for sending him such an alpha that day.

 

[Bhillybitch1]

Brian and Billy had always eyed each other from the moment they both stepped foot in the wrestling gym. Today, they were finally going to wrestle, both fully nude and ready to show off their respective bodies. Brian was the cocky alpha male, standing strong and tall, his beautiful cock ready for action. Billy was the curvy bodybuilder, muscled and built who worked tirelessly in the gym.

The match went on for what felt like hours, Brian and Billy wrestling and straining against each other. The two grappled passionately and Brian soon found himself mounting Billy and pinning him to the ground with ease. The defeated body builder gasped in pleasure, as Brian's hard body pressed against his own. Brian teased and tantalized Billy's butt with his big cock, making Billy moan out loud. Finally, Billy's need for Brian's body became too much for him to handle and he begged for Brian to take him. Obliging him, Brian proceeded to fuck Billy for hours, leaving the exhausted bodybuilder in a pile of pleasure. The match had been long and drawn out, but in the end it was Brian who had come out on top, his huge dick dominating Billy’s hungry ass. Billy lay there mesmerized, his body trembling from the orgasmic pleasure he had experienced.

Brian rose from the mat, the victor in this epic battle of erotic wrestling, a satisfied smirk on his face. Billy had been tamed, and he knew it. After some time Billy eventually arose from his exhausted state of defeat to kneel before and worship his big dicked master. From now on, he could never escape Brian’s powerful dominance and he was known as Brian’s Bitch.

 

[Bhillybitch1]

The Cop Who Dumped Me​

Beefy cop, Randy had been feeling the pressure of his relationship with his clingy retired pornstar boyfriend, Billy for some time now. He had been dating Billy for a few months, but something inside him knew Billy wasn’t the one and he realized it was time for a change. Randy knew Billy was in love with him but he wanted something different and he knew he couldn't keep dragging this relationship along.

So one day, Randy finally gets it over with and breaks up with Billy. He expected sadness and crying, but what he didn't expect was Billy begging him not to leave. Billy pleaded and pleaded, trying to do anything he could to make the greatest man he’s ever known stay. He even offered himself up for Randy to use any way he wanted but Randy didn’t want him.

After a half hour more of pathetic begging, Randy finally agreed to one last passionate and sweaty night of sex with Billy. Randy knew that this would be the end, and as he penetrated Billy, he could feel his power over him. Billy looked determined to change Randy’s mind, but looking up at Randy’s unwavering smirk as he was penetrating him sent shivers of dread down his spine and further cemented that he was a scorned lover. This was it; the end of the line for Billy.
When it was all said and done Billy orgasmed but Billy failed to make Randy cum and Randy left Billy’s place feeling relieved and empowered with a refreshed sense of anticipation for the future and a hard cock ready for his real true love.

 

[Bhillybitch1]

Lust & Basketball

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Basketball season was in full swing on the hot summer day. Billy Herrington was the cheerleading for Carl Hardwick's team. Carl, who looked like a prototype of a classic macho man, was undoubtedly the star of the show. Fans were gushing over his dashing good looks and extravagant basketball skills.

Billy, feeling bold and high off the euphoric victory, walked up to Carl after the final buzzer, stripped fully nude and boldly grabbed Carl's face before planting a passionate kiss on his lips. Carl, intrigued yet a little apprehensive at this public display of affection, hugged Billy back and muttered in his ear while grabbing Billy’s ass ”You're such a naughty boy, Billy."

Billy giggled, feeling daring and frisky. He knew just what Carl wanted. He slipped his hand down Carl's denim shorts and began rubbing his cock, which was already hard with excitement. The thrill of being in public only turned Billy on more.

Carl let out a low growl as Billy continued to stroke his lengthy shaft. He couldn't resist the urge any longer and pushed Billy to his knees, unzipping his shorts to reveal his own hard cock.

Billy eagerly took Carl's member into his mouth, sucking and licking with enthusiasm. The sounds of the game and cheering crowd only added to the excitement as Billy pleasured Carl right there on the court.Carl wasted no time in unzipping his shorts and pulling out his thick, veiny member. Billy gasped as Carl pushed his cock deep into his tight hole, filling him up completely.

As they fucked wildly on the bench, oblivious to the cheers and shouts of the crowd around them. When it was all said and done, with a loud cry, Billy came, spewing his thick cum all over Carl’s pecs and Carl came deep inside Billy's ass. As soon as Carl pulled out of Billy's tight hole, the cum began to leak down his cheeks and ass.

 

[Bhillybitch1]

Rewrite

Billy Herrington had a reputation that preceded him. He was a popular bodybuilder and fitness model with a big ass and an even bigger ego. He needed the focus always to be on him and if he didn’t feel he was getting enough attention and the proper treatment he deserved, the relationships usually ended. He lost out on quite a few really good stand-up guys this way but with his looks and body, he felt it was their loss, not his.

On the weekend Billy would dance at a local gay strip club for extra cash. Sure, there were other ways of making an extra buck but Billy loved the attention he would receive from the men ogling his body. One of Billy’s rules though was that he didn’t have to be fully nude or take off his underwear. He felt he was above having to bare it all like the other strippers. Although he often found himself getting jealous of the type of attention the nude strippers would get.

One fateful day at the strip club, Billy’s path crossed with a stocky ruggedly handsome truck driver named Chuck. Chuck wasn’t traditionally the best-looking guy in the world, in fact, you could say he was a bit rough around the edges. He even drove a yellow pickup truck with pink lettering on the sides that captioned “Bussy Wagon”. He had an average-sized cock but the man had a powerful masculine presence, a cocky demeanor, and oozed with a natural swagger. He’s fucked many-a muscle bottoms that were just like Billy in that wagon.

Meanwhile, at the strip club, a hunky Club DJ introduces Billy and the 6‘3 stripper comes out onto the stage shirtless with black snap-away pants. Billy wastes no time stripping his pants off and revealing his bright yellow briefs with a black waistband and starts his routine. Billy immediately noticed Chuck in the crowd even though Chuck wasn’t wearing anything flashy, just a trucker hat, jeans, and a t-shirt that captioned “My name is Chuck and I like to fuck”.

Billy didn’t want to be but he was instantly attracted to Chuck in a way that made him feel weak on the inside and maybe even inferior. Billy didn’t want to admit it but he was secretly a sub and loved to be dominated and seeing the big burly truck driver sitting there with all his raw rugged energy stirred those feelings up. During Billy’s sexy performance, Chuck would lick his lips and loudly yell crude obscenities and catcalls especially when Billy would bend over. It made him feel objectified which of course the fitness model turned stripper loved deep down. But Chuck made Billy nervous but Billy did his best to not show his discomfort with his lust for the big guy. Yet on the inside, Billy was hanging on every vulgar word, every smirk, every facial expression Chuck did. Billy never wanted that beefy man to lose interest so he danced like no tomorrow.

What really set Billy off was when he witnessed Chuck ordering drinks from a young blonde twunk cocktail waiter named Logan he saw a flirty exchange between the two. Even though Billy didn’t know Chuck, and they never even had a conversation Billy couldn’t help but feel his heart race in a deep pit of jealousy. When Chuck and Logan’s exchange ended Billy felt relieved but he didn’t like feeling jealous so he felt he had to take it up a notch so he would receive all of Chuck's unyielding attention and hopefully even something more than just attention from his crush. To keep Chuck's attention away from anyone else and to help secure his potential future with the macho truck driver Billy had to break his own rule. He had to take it all off bare it all to get what he wanted. So Billy ripped off his briefs right then and there and tossed them to the side. Chuck and the rest of the crowd went wild with many of the men in the crowd yelling “Finally!”

Billy bent over to showcase his ass for the testosterone-filled crowd, peeking over his shoulder to get a glimpse of Chuck's reaction. Chuck’s face lit up with a big smile which made Billy excited and crack a smile directly back at the beefcake.

Through his own body language, Billy was exposing himself. The come hither stares Chuck's way, the gleeful grins he couldn’t contain when looking at Chuck and always aiming his ass in Chuck’s direction, It started to become very apparent to everyone that Billy had a thing for Chuck and wanted Chuck in a big way. The crowd encouraged the two of them and with a confident glee, Chuck walked up to the stage where Billy was bent over and stuck his tongue right in Billy’s hungry ass and rimmed the eager bodybuilder for a good minute before returning to his seat. This made Billy’s eyes roll to the back of his head and teased the bodybuilder to no end. He needed more, he had to have more.

Billy walks off stage and with determination heads directly to the seated man and straddles him. He then proceeds to bounce up and down uncontrollably and places Chuck's strong man hands on his own lustfully spread open ass cheeks opening them up even more. Billy plants a big lustful passionate kiss on Chuck and they make out all while Chuck plays with Billy’s ass and fingers his hole. The crowd starts chanting “Fill Bill!” as Billy unzips Chuck's blue jeans and slowly starts to guide the hard cock further and further inside his hungry hole. The muscly stripper starts to slowly ride the big man for all to see and all to cheer on. Chuck was starting to fill the secret muscle sub up and the crowd was loving it. They were putting on a show and thanks to Billy, Chuck’s star power was rising quickly. He was a new fan favorite and the crowd loved him. There was something about the man’s man that they couldn’t help but cheer and root for. Something heroic was happening.

Chuck’s cock wasn’t huge but it was extremely hard so it was taking Billy a while to really pick up the pace but Chuck took it in his own hands and started jackhammering up into Billy making Billy scream out in pleasure and pain. After some time of fucking Billy in that position Chuck decided to switch things up and without pulling out picks the stripper up and drops him, back on the stage. In a display of dominance, the truck driver spreads his bottom’s legs wide apart and starts pile-driving him making his bottom bitch feel completely owned. Followed by rough merciless military position fucking that makes Billy’s big heaving muscle chest bounce with every thrust. Chuck’s alpha power is on full display. After a while of this position Chuck decided he wants to finish Billy off doggy style. So he flips Billy over and fucks the living daylights out of him spanking his bitch all throughout, making Billy moan and uncontrollably blurt out “Fuck me!” “You’re the man!” and “You own this bussy!”. The crowd has never seen such a display of dominance before. Chuck then grabs Billy’s arms pulling himself even deeper inside his bottom and hitting his bitch’s prostate. Billy can no longer handle it anymore and Chuck lets him get one of his arms free and Billy uses it to release a huge cum shot on the stage below him while his new master, Chuck cums deep inside him. Billy lays there on all fours elated cherishing the moment, filled with joy and most importantly filled with Chuck's hot cum.

After taking a breath, Billy asks Chuck to join him in the shower which Chuck passes on. As much as Billy wants to keep Chuck’s load inside him, he wants to make room for more of Chuck’s loads so he gives Chuck a big kiss and heads to the shower alone but still on cloud 9. He just knows he’s hit the jackpot and he’s going home with Chuck and he’s excited. Billy finishes his shower and goes back to the club to find Chuck but is surprised to find Chuck is nowhere to be found so he starts asking around but is met with shrugs. The mood around him has changed as he immediately notices an energy of indifference that he never received and he can just feel his respect level with the clubgoers has significantly faded. Glances toward the window with a view of the parking lot peak Billy’s curiosity. Billy looks out the window and sees Chuck and Logan kissing and getting into the Bussy Wagon before driving off into the hot desert night.

*REWRITE*
Billy Herrington had a reputation that preceded him. He was used to having his way and getting what he wanted from men. He was a popular bodybuilder and fitness model with a big ass and an even bigger ego. He needed the focus always to be on him and if he didn’t feel he was getting enough attention and the proper treatment he deserved, then he had no use for you.
On the weekend, Billy would dance at a local gay strip club for extra cash. Sure, there were other ways of making an extra buck, but Billy loved the attention he would receive from the men ogling his body. One of Billy’s rules though was that he didn’t have to be fully nude or take off his underwear. He felt he was above having to bare it all like the other strippers. Although he often longed for that particular kind of attention the nude strippers would get.
One fateful day at the strip club, Billy’s path crossed with a stocky, ruggedly handsome truck driver named Chuck. Chuck wasn’t traditionally the best-looking guy in the world. In fact, you could say he was a bit rough around the edges. He even drove a yellow pickup truck with pink lettering on the sides that captioned “Bussy Wagon”. He had an average-sized cock, but the man had a powerful masculine presence, a cocky demeanor, and oozed with a natural swagger. He’s fucked many-a muscle bottoms that were just like Billy in that wagon.
The DJ's voice filled the room as he welcomed Billy onto the stage. He sauntered out in nothing but snap-away pants, adrenaline coursing through his body at the thought of performing for the all-male crowd. But even as he danced, his gaze couldn't help but stray to Chuck's piercing blue eyes, brawny body and mischievous smirk. The truck driver was in an old t-shirt and jeans, looking every bit like the rugged, rough man that Billy secretly craved beneath his pretty facade. Unlike Billy, Chuck didn't try hard, spending countless hours in the gym - he simply radiated virility and manpower and that’s what intimidated Billy the most. Something inside Billy stirred with a conflicted mixture of fear and desire, an unquenchable yearning to be dominated by this rugged man. It was a direct challenge to his own pride and ego. Billy felt threatened and drawn to Chuck at the same time.
During Billy’s sensual performance, Chuck would lick his lips and loudly yell crude obscenities and catcalls, especially when Billy would bend over making the crowd laugh. Every time he was subjected to those lewd remarks, a part of him wanted to act offended, but deep down he loved the attention and desired more. Billy fought an inner battle between accepting Chuck's behavior and standing up for himself, unsure which would be more beneficial for his pride. Every vulgar phrase, smirk, and expression from Chuck sent sparks of pleasure through Billy's body, even if he knew it was wrong. He fought hard to keep his secret hidden, putting on a risqué show in hopes of keeping Chuck's attention. When it was all said and done, Billy knew he never wanted that beefy man to lose interest in him and made it his goal to go home with Chuck at the end of the night so he danced like no tomorrow.
A chill ran down Billy's spine as he saw Chuck Flirting with a young hunky cocktail waiter named Logan during his performance. Every brush of Chuck's hand against Logan’s body felt like a thousand needles stabbing through him. Suddenly, Chuck gave Billy a menacing smirk. Chuck knew exactly what he was doing—toying with him, teasing him with the attention that he wanted so badly. A rush of panic came over Billy as his heart raced. This pushed Billy over the edge. He felt helpless and vulnerable on the inside. Now even outwardly frustrated, the crowd of regulars were taking notice. Desperate to reclaim some modicum of control, Billy ripped off his briefs and flung them aside. The crowd gasped in awe; they had never seen this side of Billy before, but they relished the moment. Chuck just stared back at him, delighting in his own power and mastery over Billy and his ability to make him desperately panic for his affection.
Billy was exposing his naked body in public, all the while not realizing that he was only doing it for one man. Betraying his own morals for a stranger. How did he get here? How did he let some sleazy truck driver get the best of him? Billy bent over on all fours exposing his hole to Chuck and thought maybe if he got Chuck to come up to the stage and start eating his ass, then maybe it will save me from losing in this game of power. Chuck just watched Billy with an amused—almost cruel smirk on his face. Chuck grabbed his crotch and, in a low growl, said the words that both scared and excited Billy; “I can have you whenever and however I want” His voice reverberated through the air, leaving no doubt that he held all power in this situation. Fear and lust consumed Billy.
By now, it was clear to everyone in the room what was happening. The crowd encouraged the stripper to go to the buff trucker. With it all out on the table and nothing to lose, Billy scurried off the stage, almost falling, and ran straight for the burly truck driver and straddled him with intense passion and lust. He then bounced and twerked up and down uncontrollably and placed Chuck's strong man hands on his already spread open ass cheeks opening them up even more. Billy plants a deeply passionate kiss on Chuck and they make out while Chuck plays with Billy’s ass and fingers Billy’s hole. The crowd chants “Fill Bill!” as Billy unzips Chuck's blue jeans and slowly guides Chuck’s cockhead inside his anxious hole. Inch by the hard cock goes further and further inside his hungry hole. Never has Billy felt so lucky. The muscly stripper starts to slowly ride the big man for all to see and all to cheer on. Chuck was filling the secret muscle sub up and the crowd was loving it. They were putting on a show and thanks to Billy, Chuck’s star power was rising quickly. He was a new fan favorite, and the crowd loved him.
Chuck smiled as he took in the sight of Billy's tight body and bouncing man tits before him. Chuck’s cock wasn't huge, but it was certainly hard enough to provide plenty of pleasure for the both of them. "You like this cock inside you? Huh?," Chuck growled, pushing his way inside of Billy with a quick thrust. Billy grunted, already feeling the pleasure and pain that Chuck was inflicting on his body. With each thrust, Chuck increased his intensity until eventually he picked up Billy and dropped him back onto the stage in a display of dominance. Chuck grabbed onto Billy's legs and spread them wide apart, driving himself deeper into Billy with each hit. Both menwere breathing heavily now as they felt their passions growing. "Fuck me!" Billy screamed out, overwhelmed by the sensations that were coursing through him. "You're the man! You own this bussy!" Chuck laughed and pulled one of Billy's arms free, allowing him to get some leverage as he released an explosive cumshot on the stage below him. Chuck filled up his bottom with his hot cum, making Billy moan in pleasure at every sensation that was radiating through his body. Billy groaned in ecstasy, his body shaking with pleasure. He stayed on all fours, reveling in the afterglow of what they just shared. Chuck pressed close to him, their sweat mingling together as one. "Oh my god," Billy breathed out, feeling an intense wave surge through him again. His voice grew louder with every syllable. "That was...incredible." Chuck let out a gruff laugh, thrusting inside him one last time before finally withdrawing. Billy looked up at him and smiled softly. "Thank you," he said gratefully.
After taking a breath, Billy asks Chuck to join him in the shower, which Chuck passes on. As much as Billy wants to keep Chuck’s load inside him, he wants to make room for more of Chuck’s loads, so he gives Chuck a big kiss and heads to the shower alone but still on Cloud 9 from the events of the night. He just knows he’s hit the jackpot, and he’s going home with Chuck and his excitement and anticipation for the future is through the roof. Billy finishes his shower, reluctantly releasing Chuck’s load, and goes back to the club area to find Chuck but to his surprise, his precious Chuck is nowhere to be found, he asks around but is met with shrugs. The surrounding mood changes as he immediately notices an energy of indifference that he never received and he can just feel his respect level with the clubgoers has significantly faded. Glances toward the window with a view of the parking lot peak Billy’s curiosity. Billy looks out the window and sees Chuck kissing Logan before declaring, “My name is Chuck and I like to fuuuuuuuuck!” and getting into the Bussy Wagon and speeding off together. Billy stood there motionless, his face drained of color. His heart felt like it had been ripped from his chest as he watched the Bussy Wagon drive off into the night. He felt completely humiliated, a feeling that was increasingly amplified by the indifferent glances of the clubgoers that were suppose to be his loyal fans that put him on a pedestal. He wanted to scream out in anguish, but no sound escaped his lips as his eyes stared off into the darkness long after Chuck disappeared with Logan.

 

[Bhillybitch1]

The Cop Who Dumped Me​

Beefy cop, Randy had been feeling the pressure of his relationship with his clingy retired pornstar boyfriend, Billy for some time now. He had been dating Billy for a few months, but something inside him knew Billy wasn’t the one and he realized it was time for a change. Randy knew Billy was in love with him but he wanted something different and he knew he couldn't keep dragging this relationship along.

So one day, Randy finally gets it over with and breaks up with Billy. He expected sadness and crying, but what he didn't expect was Billy begging him not to leave. Billy pleaded and pleaded, trying to do anything he could to make the greatest man he’s ever known stay. He even offered himself up for Randy to use any way he wanted but Randy didn’t want him.

After a half hour more of pathetic begging, Randy finally agreed to one last passionate and sweaty night of sex with Billy. Randy knew that this would be the end, and as he penetrated Billy, he could feel his power over him. Billy looked determined to change Randy’s mind, but looking up at Randy’s unwavering smirk as he was penetrating him sent shivers of dread down his spine and further cemented that he was a scorned lover. This was it; the end of the line for Billy.
When it was all said and done Billy orgasmed but Billy failed to make Randy cum and Randy left Billy’s place feeling relieved and empowered with a refreshed sense of anticipation for the future and a hard cock ready for his real true love.

*REWRITE*
Randy snarled, "You wanna know why I’ve been avoiding you? I found someone else - someone who knows how to make me feel alive when we're in bed together!"

Billy's face contorted with pain and his tears started flowing at the thought of someone else having what is supposed to be his. He sobbed and pleaded for Randy, “No! Please don't do this! You're supposed to be mine...I can change, I can be the one you want!"

"Listen up," he spat in mocking pleasure, his brawny body exuding raw power that made Billy quiver "I'm done screwing around with your feeble attempts at controlling me. I can't wait to get back to my bedroom and fuck my new muscle boy!”

He pitifully slumped to the floor and begged Randy for one last night of pleasure. "Please, please," Billy slobbered and groveled. "Let me show you just how much I still love you." Desperately, he clung to Randy's feet but was met by a sharp kick that sent him flying backwards onto the bed. Brushing off his hands in contempt, Randy coldly smirked. "I know you still love me, you pathetic fool. It's me who no longer loves you!"Get it?!” Flustered and desperate, Billy spread his legs wide open and begged Randy to fuck him, pleading "Remember this? Remember you told me this pussy belongs to you?! Please, Randy, I'm begging you! I need you!….
One last time? Please?" His voice was dripping with desperation. Randy rolled his eyes and groaned in disgust, only agreeing to one depraved night of fucking before he cuts Billy off forever. Despite being betrayed, an eager glimmer of desire flickered in Billy's eyes at the thought of what was about to happen.

The night was filled with wild abandon as Randy pounded into Billy's tight hole, commanding submission with each thrust that echoed through the room. As he thrust further, Randy peered contemptuously into Billy's eyes - all he saw were two dejected orbs which further fueled his pleasure against Billy’s conquered hole. His gaze was burning with dominance as he ravaged Billy's body all night long, pushing him ever closer to explosive bliss until Billy's orgasm finally came. As Randy eventually pulled out and blasted hot cum onto Billy's eagerly awaiting face, most of the cum going into Billy’s eyes, some of it going up his nose. Billy could barely keep his eyes open against the onslaught. "Swallow it all," he demanded. Billy complied. “Savor it, it’ll be the last chance you get to Billy boy.” Randy sneered at the look of surrender and defeat that had taken over crestfallen ex. Randy grinned triumphantly at the sight, feeling proud and powerful, while Billy felt hopeless and broken-hearted as he swallowed the seed on his face and watched Randy walk away from him for good. This was the end for Billy. Not one day would go by where Billy didn’t long to be with and feel Randy inside him.

 

[Bhillybitch1]

Fox News Scandal​

Billy's eyes widened as the red recording light glared at him, revealing his wide-eyed expression. He had been caught in the middle of an indecent act - with Mitchell, the cameraman’s cock still dripping between his lips. His stomach dropped to his feet as the reality of what he was doing set in and he felt like the entire world was watching.

Billy and Mitchell both had been putting in the hours to craft a news report for Fox News 11 in Los Angeles. As this tedious week came to an end, Diane, their executive producer, declared that everyone could go home - except Billy and Mitchell. The two of them had to stay late and wrap up their digital media story.

At first, Billy was annoyed; staying late was the last thing he wanted to do. But then his heart raced with excitement when he realized that it would mean spending one-on-one time with Mitchell. He always felt magnetically drawn to the significant bulge in Mitchell's trousers that seemed to be hidden in plain sight. Each time they had to report live, Billy found it increasingly difficult to keep his eyes off Mitchell's crotch. Suddenly, the prospect of spending extra time in the office didn’t seem so bad after all.

As they worked, Billy kept inching closer to Mitchell. His words were light and playful, but the look in his eyes was intense. Mitchell knew where this was heading, but he wasn't sure how far he wanted it to go.

The room grew unbearably hot and humid as they toiled together. Mitchell couldn’t help but notice that Billy's sweat had made his suit pants cling to him, highlighting every curve of his body and even the thin outline of his thonged ass.

Billy brushed his leg up against Mitchell. Mitchell slipped his hands around Billy's hips to grab a folder, feeling the warmth that emitted from his body. Suddenly, Billy pushed aside a pile of papers on the table and leaned in close to Mitchell’s lips. Mitchell hesitated for a moment before succumbing to temptation and kissing back, letting himself get lost in the moment.

Billy felt a rush of arousal as he and Mitchell locked lips. Their tongues fiercely entwined, and the two kissed like there was no tomorrow. Billy took it up a notch as he shoved his hands aggressively into Mitchell's pants, caressing his bulging cock while they kept making out. Finally, they parted and Billy grinned mischievously at him. “I got somethin' special for you" he purred, stroking Mitchell's crotch seductively. "I'm gonna give ya the best damn blowjob you ever had – I'mma turn it into a news report!"

”I don’t know, I don’t wanna get in trouble.” Mitchell said.

”No, we’ll be fine. We’re all alone. No one will find out, I promise.” Billy declared.

Mitchell hesitated for a moment before finally nodding in agreement. With no witnesses, they stripped off their clothing and headed to the main newsroom. As they set up the scene, they took advantage of their time alone and continued to explore one another's bodies.

Billy could hardly contain himself any longer. He ached to taste every inch of Mitchell's cock. Once the camera was rolling and he began reading the report, he would periodically interject with remarks like: “I apologize for this brief interruption—our cameraman appears to have a big dick that I need to suck!” Then Mitchell would thrust his manhood into view of the camera lens while Billy eagerly sucked it on it for as long as he desired.

The two were so caught up in the moment that they hadn't noticed that they had accidentally sat on the breaking news button, broadcasting their activities to millions of viewers. It was only when they heard the sound of people screaming on the intercom that they realized what they had done.