Fill Bill Vol. 1 (Story)

[BhillyBitch]

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 men were 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.

 

Edited April 21, 2023 by BhillyBitch

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