Billdip SMUT!

Chapter 1

Riiinnng, Rinnning Dipper's phone shook the nightstand beside his twin sized bed. He placed his large French history textbook beside him and reached for the iPhone now going mad. He was happily pleased to see the name of his best friend, Bill, flashing on the screen. "Hey Bill" he gladly spoke into the phone. "I need you" Bill spoke lowly and hung up promptly. Dipper knew what that meant. He gleefully shoved the boring history assignments he had been working on into his satchel bag and bid his roommate goodbye. Soos merely hummed his response before Dipper left for the subway just beyond the campus. The busy Paris streets were as alive as ever. Street vendors pitched items from picket tents under the dreary sky and the smell of fresh baked bread wandered from local cafes. The sweet smell was enough to pull him into Café de Flore.

Despite the urgency he felt to reach Bill's apartment he couldn't stop his stomach from roaring at the sight of perfectly frosted cakes and freshly made pastries. He ordered a profiterole and debated whether to buy Bill one. Then again he was a uni student and couldn't spare the expenses.

The treat was worth it and filled Dipper's stomach enough that his body could focus on other urgent matters, like the urgent matter of his jeans feeling just how excited he was. Needless to say the journey across the 5 train was a very awkward one. Exiting the busy station that was filled with echoing chatter and brisk walking business people Dipper thought to the first time him and Bill had ever done something so scandalous, so exciting as they were sure to do today.

They had been friends with wonderful benefits for almost a month, initiated by Bill. Dipper remembered it like yesterday when he had requested a special BDSM change to their relationship. Followed by the day Bill finally obliged. Dipper thought back contently;

Bill and I had been making out on the couch in his apartment one night and our hands just starting to slide under each other's clothes, his tight t-shirt, my comfy minecraft t-shirt when he took my hand and led me to his bedroom. As soon as we closed the door, he pushed me right back up against it, slamming it closed, kissing me hard, and reached to take the cord from a bathrobe from on top of his dresser. He pulled it taut with a playful snap.
A quizzical eyebrow asked the question, my wide-eyed grin answered it.
Bill spun me around so I was facing the wall and firmly tied my wrists together behind my back, tightly enough to properly feel constrained. My chest fluttered with a sudden shock of excitement. Bill presses himself against me from behind, pushing me into the wall.
"You like that?"I murmured yes.
He pulled my ass into his crotch and I happily, slowly grinded back against him, feeling him get harder and harder. I could only keep my balance through leaning my chest and cheek against the wall. Bill's hand slid up from my waist, under my top, to play with my pecks. He took one of my nipples and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, leaned into my ear and softly growled "I'm going to fuck you so hard." Everything between my legs turned solid at those words.
He started getting rougher, kissing my ears, biting my neck, pinching my nipples and pressing his hard cock through his jeans against my ass. With the little wriggle room I had with my hands, I started trying to unbutton his jeans from behind to get what I wanted. It wasn't easy, so after some fumbling, he laughed softly and did the rest, pulling his jeans and boxers down so I could feel his cock in my hands. My own cock throbbed from where it pressed against the wood of the door. I wanted him so badly.
He moved away, just an inch or two, to frustrate me. His hands ran up my legs and unhooked my own jeans, tugging them down to my ankles with my boxers. He lifted my shirt right up, and I felt all slutty and exposed... and then he gave my ass a hard smack that made me gasp out loud.
Smirking, he turned me back around so I had my back against the wall, my hands still tied behind me. Still just out of reach, he teasingly reached under my shirt, between my legs, to my aching cock. I twitched with pleasure. "Oh," he said. "I love how hard you are for me."
He moved closer to kiss me. He took his dick and guided it under my shirt, the hard tip teasing my cock as I was ready to jump up into his arms... I thrust my hips towards him but he held my neck and said "Nuh-uh. Not yet."
He backed away a few paces towards his desk chair and beckoned me towards him. I tentatively followed. "Get on your knees," he said. Getting on my knees is hard without arms to balance, so with his strong grip, he graciously guides me to the floor, then sits in front of me and leans back. No further instructions necessary.
I lean into him and take him in my mouth, licking and sucking like my life depended on it, finally making him moan. Without my hands I don't have the usual control, so I can only make up for it in enthusiasm, running my tongue up and down the whole length of him. One of his hands find the back of my neck, the other the base of my hair, both steadying me a little bit but also pulling me closer, so he's gently fucking my mouth, my saliva mixing with his pre-cum. I feel deliciously vulnerable and used and desperate to please him. "Fuck," he says, starting to get breathless. "You're such a good boy."
I can feel him tensing up when he pulls my head away and takes a deep breath, his eyes closed. "OK, OK... OK. Wow. That was close." I love how flustered he looks when he's turned on. A few more deep breaths. "OK, you," he says, standing up. "Come here."
He picks me up off the floor and guides me, from behind, so I'm standing facing the edge of his bed, then with a single push (no arms to break my fall!) sends me toppling forward face first into the mattress, my hips just hanging over the edge.
Kneeling on the floor behind me, he pushes my shirt way up, and parts my legs. With his strong arms he pushes my hips into the air a little higher and starts hungrily using his mouth, on my thighs, my ass, and then closer, and closer, until I'm begging, and then finally licking my anus, his stubble on my skin, his warm tongue flicking all over as I writhe helplessly on the bed, powerless to do anything but try and part my legs wider, wiggle my hips, and let the feelings build and build and build...
That's when he gets up and pushes me forward onto the bed a little further. I love the way I feel so powerless, and the way he moves my body for him, roughly throwing me exactly where he wants me. He leans over me, his feet still on the floor, and I feel the tip of him find its place between my legs, and then, a second later, he slowly slides his thick, hard cock deep inside me. My own cock slapped rubs hard against the soft bed comforter.

It feels SO fucking good. We both let out low, desperate moans. I know he wants to fuck me as hard as I want to be fucked, but I know he's going to take his time.

He fucks me slow and hard, filling me completely with each deep thrust. He reaches under me and stroke my cock while he pushes deeper and deeper, making me shake with pleasure and tighten around him instantly. He gasps in my ear. His thrusts slow to teasing, tiny, throbbing movements...
"Fuck," I say. "That feels so good...""Mmm," he says quietly. "Tell me how good."
"I love your cock inside me..."A hard, deep, thrust of appreciation. "Yes?""I love how... how thick and hard it is...""Mmhmm?""...like you're stretching me."His fingers on my cock stroke faster and faster."Fuck...""Keep talking.""I love... I love that you can treat me like a little slut." His hand wraps gently but firmly around my throat at the words."Who needs to be fucked?""Yes." His thrusts quicken."And that's why you're so tight and hard for me?""Yes. Oh my god. Yes." Harder. So fucking good. I'm so close... Precum builds on the tip of my cock.

"Does my little slut need to cum?""Yes. Yes please..." I'm tensing my legs, squeezing him, I'm going to, I'm, I'm..."Too bad." He pulls out suddenly. It's like a void inside me."No!" I'm literally twitching with the edge of my orgasm."Got things to do."
And he gets up and fucking goes and sits in his desk chair. I'm lying on the bed helpless, legs dangling off the edge, my t-shirt pushed up, ass exposed, precum dripping down my thighs.
"Come. Back. Here.""Busy." I hear the click of an ecigarette he nestles on his desk.

"Pleeeeeeease," I moan breathlessly. "I need you.""I know."
My cock rubs against the edge of the mattress as I squirm.
"I need to cum," I sulk."I know you do.""You need to cum too.""Do I?" "You need to cum inside me." I wiggle my ass as invitingly as possible. "I know you want to."
I try to twist my neck around and out of the corner of my eye I can see him, reclining in his chair, smoking his cigarette, watching me, judging me, his little prisoner, his little toy. He's softly stroking his hard cock, wet with my cum, glistening in the dim golden light of his desk lamp. The sight of him touching myself makes me grind my cock against his bed harder, desperate for relief. And then the thought of making myself cum like this, tied up, humping the sheets like a sexually frustrated teenager, pathetic, while he watches me, makes himself cum, makes my cheeks hot with the sudden glow of embarrassment that somehow really turns me on.
"That's not allowed," he says, watching me rock my hips desperately into his bed."I'm sorry. I can't help it." My eyes mist up slightly at the thought of being 'in trouble.' Of him being cross with me. Of me being silly. It's so fucking hot."You're behaving very badly.""I can't help it... I'm sorry... I can't stop..."
He storms over and spanks my butt so hard I yelp.
"You're misbehaving."
He spanks me again.
"OW!"
Grabs my hips roughly with both hands and pulls them towards him.
"But I see there's only one way to keep you quiet..."
His dick slams into me and I cry out.
"Fuck!"
He fucks me hard and fast, pulling me into him like his own personal toy. He slams against my g-spot while I cry out with my face buried into the mattress. He digs his fingernails into my skin in desire.
No more than thirty seconds later, I'm cumming all over his sheets with a scream loud enough to wake the neighbours, unable to slow the pace even as a wave of over-sensitivity hits me and he keeps on fucking me until he too moans and cums deep inside me, collapsing on top of me, the two of us twitching hot and wet and silent against each other for a few moments.
He unties my wrists.

"Fun?" he asks, getting his breath back."Very, very fun," I tell him."Next time you can tie me up."
And I will.

Of course Dipper never got to that next time where Bill would let him tie him up for a change. He thought he should mention it as he knocked on Bill's flat door. Bill answered the door in only in his boxers, half hard cock erect, and with frazzled frustrated hair.

"Finally I-you stopped for food!" Bill seethed and Dipper smiled awkwardly as he held the cafe wrapper behind his back.

"You fuckhead!" Bill grabbed him forcefully by his shirt, just like Dipper liked it, and yanked him into a rough kiss against the door. Dipper's head slammed against the door though Bill wasted no time gliding Dipper's head down to his awaiting boxers. Dipper never did get the chance to mention the switch of roles as all thoughts left his mind. There were other things to think about right now.