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Butcher was dying. There was no other way around it. He had maybe 1 year left, maybe more, maybe less.
Point of it was, he didnt have a lot of time left. He knew this and he swung between wanting to live life, leaving everything as good as he could, and that included Ryan. And on the other side he couldn't care less because he wouldn't be around to have to deal with it. With anything, actually, because he would in fact be dead. And that was that.
He knew on what side the late nights out were on and all the fights. The fights that Annie more than once called him out on for being "unnecessary".
In Billys mind however, a guy challenging him during a drunken stupor was never "unnecessary".
The hooking up with random people, men and women was harder to place.
That was never really something he did before, so that felt like it belonged on the side where he wanted to live and feel. Or maybe it was "fuck you, I dont care, I do what I want".
He didn't really care either way.
One thing Billy did feel a little bit ashamed about was downloading that app, several in fact.
Getting sex had never been easier, and he very much enjoyed both receiving and sending pictures.
He had even met up with some of them, always in some dingy hotel, never spending the night. Just paid for the room, met the person and left. He wanted to sleep in his own home, his own bed, but did not want anyone else in there with him. He had made the mistake a few times and never again. He didn't like kicking the person out after their business was concluded, he assumed that there would be an understanding, especially after he clearly stated on his profile that he was only after a quick shag. But no, apparently it wasn't. So dingy hotel rooms it was.
His phone buzzed in his pocket.
He saw the notification and opened the messages quicker than he would like to admit.
Butcher tried to bite back a smirk after he saw the attached photo.
The man was in a shower, holding his hard on in his hand. He noticed the complete lack of hair on the other man, he probably shaved it or waxed.
'Cant wait to see you tomorrow. Were still on right?'
Butcher looked at the photo again, feeling his pants stretch over his thighs.
He leaned back in his couch, sucked in a deep breath through his nose and took a swig of his beer before he responded.
'of course. 8 oclock. Room 28.'
He only had time to put the phone down on the table before it buzzed again.
He picked it back up again.
'aww. No picture for me?'
Butcher bit the inside of his cheek.
'so greedy. Ive sent you plenty before.'
This is someone he had written with for a few days. They were supposed to meet up the day after they first started talking but the other guy had to postpone it, to Billys dismay.
He had decided in his head to give the guy one more chance but if he flaked out one more time, he would move on. He didn't have time to waste it on some who wanted to keep him waiting.
'come on. Just one. I wanna see.'
He pulled his hand over his crotch, feeling his cock stir.
Butcher chugged the last of his beer and placed one of his legs on the coffee table. He unzipped the pants and unceremoniously pulled both his pants and underwear down around his ass.
His hand started to move up and down his dick, sighing as he felt himself get hard.
His phone buzzed again.
'Is that a no?'
Another picture was attached. This one showed more of the other man's stomach.
He was lean and looked smooth.
He groaned and felt his erection get harder.
Butcher angled the phone, trying to take a good picture. He could never tell if it came out good or not. He just took it and sent it.
He scrolled up to look at the other pictures again, seeing it and then seeing his own below was a stark contrast.
It almost made him feel dirty.
One was clean and proper, the other looked gruff and wild. He did trim it from time to time, but he would never take a razor to shave anything down there.
But none of the people he had encountered had seemed to mind, so he didn't either.
'mmm. Lovely.'
The messages came immediately.
'yeah?'
'yeah. I wish you would let me see your ass though.'
'You can check it out all you want tomorrow.'
Billy continued stroking himself.
'its a shame that you wont let me top you.'
'ive only let a hand full of people do so. And I never quite liked it.'
It was true. Billy had bottomed before and it just never felt right. If he was to be bottom he wanted it to be more, something. He couldn't really put his finger on what it was. He wanted the other person to be completely in control and that was not something he ever felt someone could do. He wanted to be put in his place, and that was a hard thing to do if he felt like he could wrestle the control back. He also didn't want to pretend.
He didn't know what he wanted.
The thought of someone wrestling him to the ground and taking that control away for him made his cock twitch.
'they didn't do it right. I would make you feel amazing. I promise.'
'heh. if you want to top me you have to earn it sweet cheeks.'
'a challenge. I like it.'
Before Billy could respond, another message came through.
'so when i do get to top you. How do you like it? Sweet and slow or rough and hard?'
Billy squeezed the top of his dick, an image in his head of being pushed down on a matress played in his mind.
'definitely not sweet. And definitely not slow.'
'oh so you want to be held down? I could definitely show you a good time...'
'you think?'
'oh i know i could.'
The other man attached 2 other photos. One where he flexed his arm, and another where his abs were on full display.
Butcher scoffed slightly. The other man sure had muscle but they looked more like muscles that were meant for display.
He had met a lot of men that looked strong, but that was just it. They looked strong, because they had worked out to make their muscles show, not to actually carry any strength.
And he had also met a lot of men that looked unfit, but they had core muscles that made them a lot stronger than they actually looked.
Like how a mine worker or a farmer would look. A bit unfit, never hitting the gym, never getting those defined muscles, but were as strong as a bear.
He took his shirt off and took a photo of his own arm, flexing it. Another one where he showed off his own abs and sent them.
'you do look sexy, but dont know if you could take me.'
'im stronger than i look, i promise you that'
Butcher grinned. Letting this man have his little fantasy, knowing it would never happen.
'so what would you do to me then? When youve managed to overpower me?'
'so you do want to be overpowered? Pinned down? Manhandled? A bit of a power struggle? Thats a nice kink."
'i never said that.'
He felt like he had to be careful.
Depending on what he wrote to this man, he might not be able to see him. It felt almost embarrassing letting him know his deepest darkest fantasies.
He couldn't even remember how many times he had gotten hard during a fight.
It just did something to him.
'but i can tell. Dont worry i wont tell anyone.'
A chill went down his spine. It was like this man could see what went through his head without him having to write it.
'I would start by pressing you against the wall. A hand around your throat, the other one your hip. Telling you that you can struggle all you want, it wont make a difference. I would squeeze my hand tighter and tighter, until you almost passed out.'
Butchers hand started to move faster on his cock without him realizing. A groan escsping his lips.
'Should i continue?'
He fumbled with his phone as he tried to write out a message. He fought between a simple yes or a pleasegodyes. He must have waited for too long because another message came through.
'busy doing something? Since you didnt write no, Ill take it as a sign to continue.
After that I would throw you onto the bed, start taking off your pants and dont even think about fighting me on this. Ill simply have to immobilized your hands, maybe stick a sock in your mouth for good measures.'
Butcher put his leg down from the coffee table, trying to stabilize himself as he read the message again, feeling his dick become slick from the precum.
'I would turn you over once all your clothes are off. Then i would just admire your body, letting you know just how pretty you are. Because you are very pretty.'
He couldn't finish reading the rest of the message out of embarrassment. He could feel his face becoming red, having someone do that would be torture, but at the same time it made his cock leak.
'I wouldnt waste anymore time. Id lube up my fingers and push them inside, stretching and adding more fingers if you decide to struggle.'
"Fuck..-" Butcher could feel his orgasm getting closer.
'depending on how good you behave i might have to spank you. I bet you would love that, wouldnt you? Of course you would. Then i would make sure my dick was lubed up nice and push myself in you.'
'oh wait, maybe you dont want me to use lube. You probably want me to use spit right? Im right arent i? Either way, i push myself in, deep and hard. Setting an unrelenting pase, one i can assure you, you wont be ready for. And that is how I would fuck you, bending you, puttning you in all different positions.'
Butcher almost dropped his phone as he came, jerking his hips off the couch, cum shooting on to the coffee table and his stomach.
"Fucking hell…" He panted, taking a moment before he looked at the phone again.
'Im sure I could make you cum at least 4 times.'
He let his hand gently stroke over his sensitive cock.
'no. I wouldnt stop until you came at least 4 times.'
His phone buzzed again.
'does that sound good?'
The only way Butcher could think of answering was with a picture. He made sure all the cum on his stomach was visible.
'oh you are so bad. Absolutely filthy.'
'says the one who just wrote all that shite.'
'says the one who just got off on it.'
'fair enough.'
Before the other man had a chance to respond, Butcher sent another one.
'But writing all that and actually doing it are two completely different things.'
'couldn't agree more. Guess we just have to fight it out. See who comes out on top. See you tomorrow…'
Butcher huffed looking at his phone.
It all felt rather ridiculous now that he had his after nut clarity.
'yeah, see you tomorrow.'
He looked at the clock. I wasnt that late so he decided to get a shower, get cleaned up. After that he grabbed some more beers from the fridge before slouching down on the couch again, watching some horror movie from the 70's until he passed out.