It had been growing in his belly for weeks now; the animalistic tendency to pounce. He had been fighting it back, keeping it at bay with his wanking hand and a magazine in the bathroom before each show.
Somewhere in his mind he had given up as soon as he had tried to repress it, knowing he was only teasing himself with each wank for a false satisfaction. As he took to the stage that night, the knots in his stomach tightened and Billie knew his inner animal was rising.
He wasn't sure how long it would take to repress it, or if he could do that at all.
He needed his fix.
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Unleashed
FanfictionBillie Joe is on his knees, in the middle of the floor, used and abused. It shouldn't make him moan, but it does. [green day & trillie & slash & descriptive sex.]
