Billy Herrington

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.

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” 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. Herrington makes the first move, 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.

"Ohhh, Billy..." McMahon groans 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... Billy..." 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. Then 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. 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 the McMahon was the clear alpha.

"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, pulling him toward the thrusts even harder and deeper and speeding up his pace even more. Most of McMahon’s thrusts making are Billy’s eyes bulge out now. 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 let’s it slip “I…love you.”

And with that McMahon stands back up, gathering his clothes and marches back to the locker room, proud to know that at the age of 55, he still has it.

1 month later CEO McMahon is at his desk in his luxury suite office obviously getting a blowjob by an unseen muscular male figure when McMahon’s cell phone goes off. The male figure comes up……it’s Pete Kuzak. A rising star at the same studio Billy worked for, Colt Men, that Billy was jealous of “Who’s that?” Pete asks.

McMahon checks his phone, it’s a text from Billy, “I wish I was sucking you under your desk right now.”

“No one. No one at all.” McMahon replies as Pete continues sucking off the satisfied CEO’s cock.