Date: Wed, 26 Jun 2002 19:20:49 +0000
From: Mac Smith <muinimula@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sexy Stars At TOTP, Part 13

Well, here's story unlucky number 13 - someone's unlucky in this
story...getting tied up by their ex-bandmate...well, you'll see...I'll
say again that I have nothing to do with the BBC (who make Top Of The
Pops), and the story should be read as fiction - this bears no
resemblance to the real celebrities.

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It was widely believed that the demise of Steps had been caused by two of
the members, H and Claire. These two had now become a duo, releasing
their own material after Steps had broken up. Of course, thousands of
fans were devastated when they heard that Steps were finished, but not
everyone in the band was happy about the split either...

After the 'new-duo-on-the-block' H & Claire had done a performance on
stage, they had wanted a breather. What with TV presenting and their new
pop career as a duo, the pair's free time was becoming increasingly
sparse, so the few moments of quiet they had were very precious. They
didn't have long before they were supposed to leave for another
engagement, so H had decided to have a rest in his dressing-room to catch
up on a bit of sleep.

He arranged to meet up with Claire about 45 minutes later in the bar, and
walked to his room. On entering, he looked around and decided he could
probably get quite comfortable on the decent-sized sofa, so he shook off
his shoes and closed the door behind him. He undid a couple of buttons on
his shirt, to cool off slightly, and was just about to lie down, when he
thought he heard a noise.

H listened closely again, but heard nothing more, and thought nothing of
it. As his eyes closed for a few moments, he was unaware of someone
entering quietly from the bathroom. The man had hidden in H's bathroom,
waiting for his return, so he could spring his attack. H did not hear the
footsteps approaching the sofa from behind until it was too late, and the
figure loomed over H's head. Opening his eyes briefly, H was now
confronted with a grinning face - not a friendly grin, but a mean grin -
a grin with intent. Before H could really focus on who the man was, he
was pushed hard off the sofa onto the floor.

H was winded by this sudden attack, and lay stunned on his stomach for a
few seconds. The stranger had come prepared, and a few seconds were all
he needed. He had quickly passed a short length of rope around H's
wrists, tying them tightly together before H knew what was happening. The
man standing above then pulled H over onto his back, so that H could see
who the attacker was.

"Lee?" he said, with a puzzled look on his face.

"Alright, H?" asked Lee, enjoying looking down at H on the floor. "How's
it going?"

"Fine...yeah..." replied H, still confused to the situation. "What's this
about?"

"Just a little something I've been planning," Lee answered, with a
suspicious smile on his face. He paced back and forth, with his hands
behind his back, while H lay uncomfortably. "Where's Claire?"

"I said I'd meet her in the bar later," said H, now beginning to
struggle.

"Oh, don't struggle," Lee said quickly, his face now completely straight.
"You'll spoil my fun." H remained on the floor, still confused about his
ex-bandmates actions. Lee leant down, running his hand over H's
perspiring forehead, whispering, "And we wouldn't want that..." He jabbed
H in the side, catching him by surprise and winding him.

"Now," Lee continued, standing again. "We're going to have a little
chat..."

"Alright," agreed H, sitting himself up against the sofa. Lee sat on the
floor against the wall opposite H, and the 'chat' began.

"You remember the times we had in Steps, right?" Lee started, almost
smiling.

"Yeah, five amazing years..."

"And you decided that should finish?" continued Lee, the smile dropping.

"Well...with Claire, we thought the time had come..."

"You realise you never thanked me..." Lee interrupted, growing
increasingly agitated.

"Thanked you for what?" asked H.

"I let you..." Lee paused for a moment, seemingly upset. "I let you fuck
my arse for five years, man..."

"Oh, come on..." said H quietly. You may not believe it, but H had always
been the bossy, overbearing guy in Steps. In the outside world, H had
been the joker of the group, but behind closed doors, he had exerted his
control over Lee, and had fucked Lee's arse whenever he felt like it. He
never thought twice about it, as Lee had always gone along with it. Until
now...

"I NEVER GOT TO FUCK YOUR ARSE ONCE!" shouted Lee, filled with emotion.

"Look," stuttered H, "You can't talk to me like that..."

"FIVE YEARS!" Lee continued, "FIVE YEARS OF SUBMISSION TO YOU!" Lee's
face was growing red with anger now.

"I enjoyed every minute!" said H, almost forgetting he was tied up.

"Don't say anything..." Lee said quietly. "You see, H, I've figured out
how you can repay me...repay me for five years of giving in to you..."

"You can't do anything to me," laughed H, still trying to exert power
over Lee. "You don't have the balls! After five years of my cock up your
arse, you turn round and say you're not happy? You're not a man - you're
a weak little cocksucker, you're..."

"SHUT UP!!!" yelled Lee, silencing H. He continued softly, "I'm not
taking this any more. You're out of my life now, and I have to get
something back on you, or I'll never forgive myself..." He walked over,
and knelt next to H, saying, "It's time for you to get a good fucking..."

Lee stood, and began unbuckling his belt. H, lying motionless on the
floor, asked, "What do you mean?" Lee didn't respond, but reached down to
pull H up off the floor. He pulled the rope round H's wrists, and led H
into the bathroom. Despite H struggling, Lee was strong enough to keep
H's wrists tightly held, and he used his belt to fasten the rope to the
towel rail. H was now unable to move more than a foot or so, his hands
tied against the tiled wall.

H heard Lee leave the room, and could see him return out of the corner of
his eye. Lee, it seemed, had come fully prepared, and was pulling out a
small length of thick tape, which he drew across H's mouth, to stop him
shouting out. H was not happy at being controlled like this, and moaned
his protests from behind the tape. H thought the only good thing to come
out of the situation would be to get a big cock up his arse. Over the
years in Steps, H had been fucked by several guys, but he had always
maintained his control over Lee. H began to warm to the idea of having
Lee's hard 10in cock pumping inside him, although he still wasn't happy
about being tied up.

Still, Lee was getting his revenge, and began getting himself ready. He
pulled off his blue shirt, exposing his well-muscled torso, and slipped
his baggy trousers to the floor. Although not hard yet, his cock was
expectant, and ready for action. Lee reached round and undid H's black
jeans, pulling them down to his ankles. H's grey boxers were stretched
across his cheeks, and Lee began to stroke up and down H's crack, through
the material.

H moaned, and Lee could not tell if it was another protest, or a moan of
pleasure. He continued to stroke H's arse, while pulling the boxers down.
Soon, the boxers slid down to H's ankles, and his arse was exposed. Lee
dived in immediately with his tongue, to prepare the way for his
hardening cock.

Although he wouldn't like to admit it, H was enjoying Lee's tongue inside
his arse. He couldn't wait to get fucked by the hunk behind him - he just
wished he was in control, and giving Lee instructions. He moaned again as
Lee's tongue lapped inside his hole. Lee pushed harder into H's passage,
and H's muscles relaxed to let Lee in further. Suddenly, Lee reached up
under H's arse, and grabbed onto his low-hanging balls, giving them a
tight squeeze. H groaned once more, and felt his own cock reaching full
hardness. Lee continued rimming, as H's hole relaxed further, and
continued tugging hard on H's sack.

After a few more minutes, H was sweating hard with pleasure and bucking
back and forth with every tug on his balls. He wished he could command
Lee to start tugging on his 8in cock, but could only continue groaning.
The sensation suddenly finished, and Lee stood back from H's sweaty arse.
H wanted to shout at Lee to get on with it, but it came after a few
seconds. Lee's 10in shaft began pressing into H, and Lee pulled H's
cheeks wide as he thrust inwards. Once inside, he began pumping, while
clawing on H's back with his nails.

H groaned from behind the tape, and felt his own legs weakening. Lee held
H's hips in place as he pummelled his ex-bandmate's arse. Lee's sweat
began trickling down his muscled chest, collecting at his damp crotch.
His pulsing cock was jabbing at H's prostate, and H's muffled shouts of
pleasure were increasing. H's own cock was dripping precum onto the
floor, without anyone touching it.

Lee's balls were bouncing back and forth with every thrust, slapping the
bottom of H's cheeks loudly. Lee's hips seemed to be grinding deeper and
deeper with every thrust, and his damp pubes were pushed tight against
H's crack. He forced all 10in hard into H's tight passage for what seemed
like hours. The repeated pummelling on his prostate caused H's cock to
spasm waves of cum onto the floor, accompanied by loud moans.

Soon, Lee was pumping faster than ever, and he took hold of H's shoulders
to push in harder for his last thrusts. He sent pools of spunk into H and
shouted loudly at the top of his voice thoughout. His hard, sweaty torso
collapsed forward onto H's broad back. The pair both continued moaning as
Lee's cock softened and slipped out of H's hole.

Lee decided to leave H tied while he had a quick shower and prepared to
leave. Once redressed, he walked over to his ex-bandmate, and leant down
to strip the tape from his mouth. H growled in pain as the tape came off,
but he managed to speak. It was not what Lee expected, though:
"Amazing..."

After untying H's wrists, Lee left H in a happy heap on the bathroom
floor. He slipped, unseen, out of the studios, happy with himself that he
had finally exerted some authority over H, after all those years of
submission. Revenge is sweet...

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There's part 13, then. Send comments, requests, suggestion to me: I need
them, or the stories won't be appearing anymore. Send them to
muinimula@hotmail.com if you want to carry on reading about your
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