Date: Fri, 5 Apr 2024 09:34:37 -0700 From: gayD Subject: Famous Star Succumbs to Gay Twinks Fantasies- Chapter 1 Hi, all you fabulous Nifty readers! Bruce Darkforce here. A Nifty member wrote to tell me my stories have so much erotic detail that "I can imagine myself participating in them." Most of my stories are on GayTies.com, because it is the "bad boy" site with no limits on video, photo, and story themes and content (as long as it is legal). However, I really appreciate Nifty (the best story archive ever) and suggest we all donate to it. This story is all about a unique relationship between a 16-year-old gay teen and the most famous international singing idol in the world, who is straight. They develop an intense arrangement. But, of course, with a few surprises. Adult vs youth are always changing. It starts off rocky but... evolves. I've outlined a 6-part story. We'll see how it develops. Famous Star Succumbs to Gay Twinks Fantasies Part 1 of 6 XHeight, unlike many popular boy bands that include some gay members, this band did not. XHeight, with its lead singer Quentin Quartz, formed a few years ago and began climbing to fame as Midnight Red's opening act. Their music video for their breakthrough single "XHeight the Hell Out of Me" got over 2.6 million views in the first three months, but that was a very long year ago. Since then, things have changed big time for Quentin Quartz. But how and why? It all started when XHeight had just finished a fabulous concert. It had been an incredibly long day, and all the guys were wiped out. They hadn't had a break for months and ran on total adrenaline. Quentin seemed to be in a trance and just wanted to get back to the hotel to sleep when he saw one of the record execs from their label standing at the door to the parking garage. "Quentin, could I have just a minute? My son is a big fan. He asked if he could meet you. Todd sings, and I thought it might be nice if you could give him a few pointers." Quentin couldn't believe it. This idiot exec wanted him to give career advice to his son at 2:00 AM? After a concert? What the fuck was he thinking? "Look, now really isn't a good time. Later, okay?" Quentin said politely as he continued to his Jeep. The exec grabbed Quentin's shoulder. "I know you're tired, but ten minutes would mean the world to Todd. He's 16 and trying to make some career decisions right now." Todd was just standing there, looking at his hero, Quentin. Quentin snapped. "Get your fucking hands off of me! We can do this later!" Both the exec and Todd looked shocked as Quentin got into his Jeep. "What a fucking prick," Todd spat out. "Who the hell does he think he is? Stupid faggot queer. He can't talk to you like that, Dad! You're a fucking executive! All those boy bands are just stupid fucks who take it up the ass and beg to be fucked harder." "Look, son, I know you're disappointed, but Quentin Quartz and his group are not gay; they're probably the only music group of that kind that seems to have no gay members at all." He paused and said, "Look, Todd, I'll arrange a meeting before his next concert tomorrow. We can make this work. Don't get upset." The teenage Todd watched as Quentin drove away. "Yeah, do that. I want a private meeting with that fuck. I'll show him he can't treat my Dad, or me, like useless shit." The next morning, Quentin received a call from the exec telling him how disappointed his son had been the previous night, and Quentin felt bad. Quentin apologized and agreed to talk to the boy, saying to have him come by his hotel suite later, and he would talk to him. Later, as Quentin exited his shower, he heard a knock at the door. He peered through the peephole and saw Todd standing there with his father. Quentin opened the door and said, "Hey, guys, I'm really sorry about last night. I was totally exhausted," as he invited them both in. They sat down, and there was total silence as Todd glared at his father. "Oh, well, I guess I'll leave you two alone." Dad said, then turned to his son, "Don't take too much of Quentin's time, Todd. He has a hectic schedule." Then, the father left, leaving Quentin and Todd alone. "So, how long have you been singing?" Quentin asked to get the conversation started. "Several years." Todd briskly answered and quickly added, "So...you fuck a lot of pussy up here?" Quentin was caught off guard. "Well, that's not really an appropriate question. And besides, you must have read that I'm engaged to be married, right?" "Sorry, dude. I shoulda figured. So, you get fucked hard by a lot of studs, then?" "Look, I'm trying to be nice here, but this is really out of line. After Jennifer Lawrence and Chris Martin, you know, of Coldplay? Well, they split, and, well ... she and I have been dating hot and heavy. I plan to marry her next year, so stop that gay stuff - it isn't happening. Look, Todd, I'm trying to do you a favor." "Oh, `next year' ... Right. Well, whatever. You got anything to drink in this fucking hotel suite?" Todd demanded as he got up, went to the wet bar, and started digging in Quentin's refrigerator. "Look, sorry, dude. I'll be good. What do you want to drink, Quentin?" Quentin looked at him and decided to be patient. "I'll have a Diet Coke, please." Todd grabbed a Coke and a Diet Coke and poured them into glasses, gracefully slipping two pills into the Diet Coke before giving it to Quentin. "Cheers. Drink up. Let's start over, and I'll ask `appropriate' questions." Quentin smiled. He was glad that all the rudeness was over. He certainly didn't want any hang-ups with the boy's Dad. "So, what advice would you give a 16-year-old who wanted to get into show business?" Todd asked. Quentin offered with several tips, but Todd didn't seem all that interested in the advice from the pro. Todd asked more questions, and Quentin patiently answered. About an hour into the conversation, Quentin started to feel ill; he excused himself and went into the bathroom. He felt so tired, and his stomach felt sick. He threw up and felt as if he were going to pass out. Quentin remembered kneeling on the bathroom floor, leaning over the toilet, and looking up at a smiling Todd. Then he blacked out. At that moment, Todd immediately went to work. He held Quentin's nose closed and shoved three Viagra tablets down his throat with some water. He then dragged the 38-year-old out into the living room and stripped him naked; the teen quickly called someone and waited. About five minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Todd opened it and let in his 15-year-old bud, Simon. Simon stared at Quentin's naked body sprawled out on the floor. "Shit, this is fucking incredible. I can't believe it's really Quentin Quartz, the idol of XHeight! Awesome!" By now, the overdose of Viagra started to take effect, making Quentin's dick hard as Todd worked it a little. It was about seven inches, nicely shaped, sticking out from his crotch, jutting over his smooth, firm stomach. Simon was in heaven. "Awesome!" The passed-out international star was right there in front of them, totally helpless on his back, arms lying limply at his sides. His size ten feet stretched out at the end of his long, well-toned legs. His head rolled to the side, eyes closed, not a blemish on his smooth face. He looked so peaceful lying there. 15-year-old Simon stared down at Quentin. He had jacked off hundreds of times fantasizing about his boy band hero, thinking about what Quentin must look like naked. Now he couldn't believe he was looking at the man himself. "Awesome." Quentin wasn't well-built, but he did have a decent chest that was mostly smooth with two sexy brown nipples, each about the size of a nickel. Quentin's cock was average size and beautiful, with a slight curve stretching out from his crotch, the tapered mushroom head arcing lightly over his stomach. A thin line of brown hair traveled from his crotch up to his belly button, an `innie.' Simon got very excited, staring at his exposed hero, who was vulnerable and just waiting to be used. "Okay, you know the plan. I've got the camera. You get stripped." Todd ordered. Simon happily stripped down and went over to his naked dream boy. "Okay, start licking his cock," Todd said. Simon needed no more coaxing than that simple direction. He knelt over Quentin and took his cock in his mouth as Todd clicked away with his digital camera. After taking a bunch of pics of Simon's sexual assault, Todd reached over and slapped Quentin hard across the face. "I've wanted to do that ever since I first met you," Todd smirked. He wanted Quentin to achieve a small bit of consciousness, so he moved his head from side to side, but the drug had Quentin confused. He was groggy, and everything was blurry, and he heard everything with a slow-motion echo effect. Quentin tried to get up but was too weak to position his feet under him, so Todd slapped him again, this time even harder. "Come on, you fucking pussy faggot. Get the fuck up!" Todd yelled. Simon and Todd grabbed Quentin under each arm and half dragged him into a kneeling position. Todd then had Simon get on all fours before Quentin, positioning his ass close to Quentin's hard cock. Todd lubed up Quentin's dick and carefully guided it toward Simon's ass; the teen had plenty of sexual experience, so it wasn't too difficult to penetrate Simon's asshole. Todd then slapped Quentin's ass hard, causing him to respond with a loud grunt. "Come on faggot, fuck Simon's pussy. Ram it in. Fuck it hard. You know you want it." Todd ordered. Quentin couldn't figure out what was happening, but when his ass was slapped, then slapped again, he instinctively thrust forward, and his cock rammed up into Simon's ass, causing Simon to let out a gasp of pleasure. Quentin's hands found Simon's shoulders to hold on to, all the while desperately trying to figure out where he was. Still, he couldn't focus his eyes on anything. Whatever additive was in the Coke he had consumed was very dulling - all Quentin knew was that he was horny and painfully erect. "Fuck him, little Quentin. Fuck your ass on his cock, Simon," Todd said as he snapped pictures. Simon began to thrust his hips back and forth on Quentin's cock, which caused Quentin to move his hips in motion with Simon as he fucked the 15-year-old boy. It lasted but a few minutes, but that was all Todd needed. "Okay, I've got it. You can pull off him now, Simon." Simon, feeling disappointed, crawled forward, and Quentin's hard cock plopped out of his ass. Quentin collapsed forward and landed spread-eagle on the floor; he slowly began humping the carpet with his smooth, rounded ass cheeks clenched and his toes digging into the soft carpet. But then he passed out again, still hard and without having cum. Simon looked meekly at Todd. "You said I could fuck him if I was good. Can I, please?" Todd smiled. "Yeah, you've been good. Have at it." Simon, with his leaking six-inch dick, stared at Quentin Quartz, his hero, passed out on the floor. Simon's lust-filled eyes took in the head-to-toe view. The star's arms were stretched out across the floor in front of his well-toned body. "Awesome," he said as he feasted upon the pale bubble butt sticking up, his long legs spread out, tapering down to his ankles. The soles of his broad feet looked magnificent as they arced from his rounded heels down to the toes pointing out behind him. Simon couldn't take it anymore - he straddled Quentin, lined his lubed cock up with the boy's ass, and shoved it in. Quentin jerked and began to moan as the teen rammed his cock in and out of the mega-star's ass. "Oh God yeah, take my cock, you fucking prick. You act so fucking superior, so fucking perfect. Now take my cock like the little queer faggot boy you know you are. Take my dick up your ass. I'm the man. Take it hard. I own your fucking ass." Simon raged on. Todd watched and smiled. He had no idea his young friend was so energetic and over-the-top excited. He knew the kid worshiped Quentin, so he guessed this is what happened when you loved a guy who didn't know you existed. Simon's cock wasn't that big, but he was doing his best to fuck Quentin as hard as he could. Todd was amused, but he wanted more pictures of Quentin being fucked by the twink teen. "Simon, make a face of extreme pain. Look like you're crying," he said as Todd continued to shoot more photos. He watched and smiled as Simon took out his pent-up, blissful anxiety on the unconscious singer, but with a phony look of agony on his face. Quentin woke up in bed the next morning but couldn't remember where he was. He looked out of the window and couldn't even remember what city he was in. That happened all the time -- he always felt that way first thing in the morning -- but this time, he felt strangely nauseous, as if he had a throbbing hangover, but he never got drunk. As he passed the mirror, he then realized, in shock, that he was completely naked and had a massive hard-on. He shook his head and looked for his boxers but couldn't find his clothes in the bedroom. Shit, what had happened? He remembered being sick in the bathroom and seeing Todd at the bathroom door, but what happened after that? He went into the bathroom, splashed water on his face, and brushed his hair; his dick was still hard. He was so confused, so out of it. He slowly walked back into the living room of his suite and was shocked to see Todd sitting there. Quentin jerked back, startled to see the boy and embarrassed to be seen naked, especially with a hard-on. "Ahh, I see you're finally up. You were out for a few hours. Hah! I see you still have a hard-on. Well, I guess that's what happens with three Viagra!" Todd said. Quentin was mentally lost. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wrapped it around his waist before responding to Todd. Then he saw that Todd had Quentin's laptop computer out and was using it. "What the fuck are you doing with my computer, you idiot?" Quentin said, sounding as bold as he could while standing in the room with the teen while wearing only a towel. "Shut the fuck up. I'm just downloading some pics from my camera to my website. Wanna see?" Todd coyly asked. As Quentin walked over to where Todd sat at the small desk, he yelled, "I don't give a fuck about your goddamn photos, AND GET THE FUCK OFF MY COMPUTER! NOW!" But Quentin stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed a picture of himself, totally naked and on his knees, fucking what was obviously a young boy. His mind spun. "What the fuck?" He knew the web was full of fake naked pics of him and the other guys in the group, but these photos didn't look fake because they clearly showed him in his hotel suite. Plus, he had just woken up naked. The young boy in the pictures looked in a lot of pain. "Just looking at some pics of you raping a little boy. I would have never guessed that you were into little boys. I always saw you as the kind of guy bent over so real men could fuck your little pussy hard. Oh well, to each his own. I just hope nobody ever sees these. Gosh, what would the public think if they found out that America's favorite international boyband idol fucks little boys? That wouldn't go over very well, I don't think. Your parents probably wouldn't be too happy either. Oh yeah, and the police. I think they tend to put guys like you in jail when they rape kids. I wonder what would happen to a famous pretty boy like you in prison? And my poor friend Simon - he told me he was terrified. You lured him here, forced him to strip, held him down, and brutally raped him. Well, I guess I should go and give him my support while he goes to the police to report the rape." Quentin just stood there, shocked; his brain couldn't take all this in. It seemed like it was just minutes ago that he was trying to advise the record exec's kid on how to make it into the music business. Now, there he stood, naked except for a towel, head swimming, and seeing pics of himself apparently fucking a child. "Wait....what....I don't understand ... I ... I ... never ..." Quentin stammered. "Oh, I think the police will understand. How does it go? A picture is worth a thousand words? It's really sick that you had photos taken of yourself raping this poor boy. Presumably, I guess, so you could jack off to these photos later. Good thing Simon grabbed the camera as he ran out of the room, isn't it? Now he has lots of pics of you and him. Well, have a good life." Todd said as he got up to leave. "WAIT! FUCK! ... HOLD ON! This isn't right. I mean, I don't understand!" Quentin stammered as he sat on the sofa, rubbing his hands through his tousled hair as he tried to remember what happened. His bare feet rubbed the carpet as he tried to regain some memory of last night. "Look, you mega-star, boyband fucks think you own the world. Everyone is here to serve you; you only have to snap your fingers and get whatever you want. That you can fuck whomever you want, whenever you want. You think that you are better than everyone else. Well, guess what? You are wrong. You and all your pussy faggot friends can go to hell. I'm sick and tired of you arrogant sons of bitches thinking you control everything and everyone. Well, fuck head ... you don't control these photos, and you don't control me ... or Simon. With this, I control you. Understand, faggot? Understand? The power has shifted. I have the power, and you are now the useless fuck. Got it, boy? I fucking own you now. You so much as look at me wrong, and I will fuck up your life so bad that you will wish you were fucking dead! Got it, boy?" Without a memory, Quentin could only stare at him blankly. Todd just sneered. "I'm fucking sick of looking at you. I've got some errands to run. And oh, I found your wallet. $500 fucking bucks? I thought you were loaded. Get some more cash. I'll be back later." Todd walked out the door as Quentin just stared blankly. When the door slammed, he leaped to his computer. A lot of obscene pictures had been downloaded to the website he was looking at, but Quentin couldn't figure out how these disgusting photos came to be. He stared at the image on the screen: there he was, on his knees, totally erect, ramming his cock up the ass of a little boy who looked like he was crying in agony. Oh, my God, Quentin thought. I am fucked. Quentin took a shower and tried to clear his head. After four hours, his dick was finally growing soft. He pulled on a clean pair of boxer briefs, took two aspirin, and climbed into bed to continue his sleep; hopefully, it would all make sense when he woke up. He had been sleeping for several hours when there was a pounding at his door. He climbed out of bed, found his robe, stumbled to the door, and looked out the peephole. Fuck, it was Todd. Quentin slowly opened the door to peek out, but Todd quickly pushed it fully open. "Get out of my way, faggot," Todd demanded as he shoved his way in. He plopped on the sofa and grabbed the remote, absently flipping through TV stations. "What a fucking useless hotel. You pay like $700 a night for a room, and the TV only gets crappy channels. You get any more money yet?" Quentin wasn't sure what was going on. "Look, I'm not sure what happened, but I'm sure we can work this out. I need to talk to your friend." "No fucking way. After you grabbed him and raped him? No way you'll ever see him again unless it's in court with him telling the judge what happened. But hey, it doesn't have to come to that. You stick with me, and I'll make sure he never talks. I'll make sure no one ever sees those pics. But hey, it'll cost you, so just think how much money the National Enquirer would pay me for those pics. Shit, it will cost you plenty. I'm thirsty. Get me a Coke, you fucking faggot." Quentin was frozen with fear but went to get a Coke for Todd. Handing it to him, "Look, I'm sure we can deal with this. You get me the pictures, and I can get you a check. How much do you need? We must be careful because my lawyers will ask questions if it's too much." "Shit, I don't think you understand. It'll cost you plenty, but that's not all. I own you now. You and I will become good friends before all this is over. I'm gonna be a friend like you've never had before. I told Dad that you thought it would be a good idea for me to join your tour to see first-hand what it's like to be in show business. I'm your new assistant! I'm your fucking shadow. I'm going with you everywhere, and you'll do whatever I want. Got it?" "Look ...." Quentin started. "I said, `Got it?' faggot? Yes or fucking no? This isn't hard. Do what I say or go to jail. No skin off my back." Todd said as he continued to flip through the channels. "I'm sure we can reach some understanding..." Quentin replied. Then 16-year-old Todd, the son of Quentin's record label's exec stood, threw the remote on the floor (shattering it), and screamed, "Don't you get it dipshit? There is no bargaining. No understanding. I'm in charge -- YOU DO AS I SAY, OR ELSE. GOT IT, FAGOT?!" Quentin blushed bright red. He stammered and quietly said, "Yes." "What the fuck was that? Let me hear you!" "Yes, I understand," Quentin answered. "You better fucking understand. Look, I bought these sunglasses with your cash. What do you think?" Todd said, showing his new $500 sunglasses. Quentin looked. "Yeah, they're cool," he said, unsure what else he was supposed to say. "Yeah, my Dad is way stingy with the cash. Now that you and I are best friends, I need you to get me more money. Lots more money. Get on the phone and get someone to bring over some cash. Let's say $10,000 to start with. Okay, boy?" Quentin hesitated but then decided to cooperate for now. He went to the phone and called his lawyer. "Yeah, I need $10,000 ... No, in cash ... No, everything is okay. I just need to take care of something. Yeah, right away. Thanks." Todd smiled. "Cool. We can go shopping later. So, you like to fuck little boys? Let's see what you've got. Lose the robe." Quentin, a 38-year-old international singing star in the sensational boyband XHeight, was shocked. He had never had anyone treat him like this before; he felt powerless. But he slowly dropped his robe and stood in front of this boy in his boxers. "The boxers too, faggot boy," Todd ordered. To be continued.... Now, this has gone too far. Todd can't go on to treat such a fabulous entertainer in such a degrading way, right? Look at it this way, if Todd stops all this mean, controlling bullshit, he can end up being true friends with the internationally renowned Quentin Quartz! So, it's up to 16-year-old Todd too .... People keep asking for more info about me. (Thanks, I'm flattered.) My profile, with photos, is on GayTies.com. When you log-in, click on "Find Member" then type in "Darkforce" then click on my photo, and go down to the album titled "Hi."