Date: Sun, 7 Apr 2024 16:10:08 -0700
From: gayD <gaydic@gmail.com>
Subject: Gay Twink's Fantasies - chapter 2

Oh shit! This 16-year-old Todd had 38-year-old superstar Quentin Quartz by
the balls! The trumped-up photos of him with 15-year-old Simon look
real. They clearly showed Quentin rapping poor little Simon and causing him
excruciating pain. So, this is for real? Todd's going to blackmail Quentin
Quartz? But he's just a kid. Spunky, yes. A wise guy, yes. But a for
real... a blackmailer?

Wow, the question is, Todd, is going to blackmail this international
singing sensation to do... what? Be his sex slave? Really? Is he that
smart?

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Famous Star Succumbs to Gay Twinks Fantasies

Part 2 of 6

Quentin was terrified as he slipped his thumbs into his boxers and pulled
them down.

"OK, boy, on your knees. Start jacking for me." Todd said, smiling. Quentin
sunk to his knees grabbed his dick which was still sore from earlier, and
slowly began to jack it. He had never felt so helpless or humiliated in his
entire life.

"Come on, jack it harder. You can do better than that, faggot boy. Grab
your little faggot cock and whack it like a real man. I want you to cum
hard for me. Show me how you boyband faggots jack off."

Quentin pumped faster. He shut his eyes and let his instincts take over,
jacking like he had so many nights before.

"That's it, faggot. Show your new friend how hard you can cum. Do it, boy,
cum for me. Do it now."

Quentin started to moan. He had never jacked off in front of another guy
before; he felt hollow inside, empty, totally used, totally powerless. He
moaned louder and could feel the cum building; his hips moved back and
forth, his crotch jutted out, his shoulders hunched over, his butt cheeks
clenched, his ass dimples showing as he jacked faster and faster. His toes
curled up tight as the pressure in his balls grew.

"Cum, you faggot boy, cum! Grab your fuck snot in your fucking hand. Don't
let it spill, you understand, faggot. Catch it in your hand, all of it."

Quentin grunted as the cum started spewing out. Quentin's chest heaved - a
thin layer of sweat had formed across his chest and small brown nipples. He
shoved his hand over the end of his dick, catching the cum. He moaned as
the cum throbbed out.

"Yeah, that's a good faggot. Cum hard. OK, now lick it up. Be a good faggot
and lap up your fucking cum."

Quentin looked at Todd in disbelief but spoke softly and calmly, "Look,
enough is enough. I ..."

"LICK UP YOUR FUCKING SNOT NOW!"

Slowly he raised his goo-filled hand and stared at the sticky, milky cum
that covered it. He slowly stuck out his tongue and began to lick. Oh my
God, it had been a normal day just hours earlier. Quentin Quartz of
XHeight, naked, still on his knees after jerking off. And, in front of this
psycho-teen from hell, was now licking up his own cum, as ordered. He had
never felt this exposed. His dick slowly drooped, still dripping cum, as it
softened and hung between his legs as he knelt on the floor. His tongue
moved across his sticky palm, and when it was cleaned, he sucked on each
finger, inserting them deep into his mouth. He felt his own salty cum going
down his throat. Oh fuck. Was he eating his cum? Surely this would end soon
- certainly, no one would/could ever degrade him like this, again, could
they?

The next day, he was still stuck with coming up with $10,000 for Todd. It
wasn't the money that bothered him so much as it was the act of blackmail,
and as he tried to deal with this, he became angrier. He spent that day in
a state of panic, talking to his lawyer at length about how much money he
could get to solve `a little problem.'

He also called the record exec to try to talk about Todd.

"Hey Quentin, you are just super. You can't believe how happy Todd is to
spend time with you on tour," the executive gushed. "He's been so moody
lately, but he really seems to be into this. I think it will do my boy some
good to get out on the road with XHeight."

"Yeah, um ... well, that's why I'm calling," Quentin stammered. "Listen,
has Todd said anything about, well, you know, what he's doing with me?"

"What? Well, Quentin, he said you were really nice and wanted to take him
under your wing. I can't thank you enough."

"Yeah, well, is there anything you could do to help me to ... well ..."
Quentin struggled to find the words. "I mean, I'm in a bit of a jam. Todd
is a little, well, overbearing. A little pushy. He's making a lot of
demands..."

"Well, boys will be boys, right?" the executive said. "Todd has always been
rather assertive. I've always taught him to play to win and get whatever he
wants. But I'll speak with him before you join your tour if you want."

Thinking that Todd would not like him talking to his Dad, Quentin thought
it best not to bring it up. "No, that's OK, I'll handle it myself. Don't
mention this call to him. Thanks," Quentin said before hanging up.

At about 2:00 that afternoon, Quentin heard a knock at his door. Quentin
opened the door and let Todd in.

"Hey, faggot. Have a good night? I sure did. I went out and spent a butt
load of cash. Shit, I bought stuff I don't even want, and it felt fucking
great. I'm gonna need some more cash today, OK, boy?"

Quentin stayed calm. "Yeah, Todd, we have to talk. Look, I've talked with
my lawyer, and I think I've got to lay my hands on a considerable amount of
cash without raising eyebrows. Here's the deal: I don't think it's a good
idea for you to come on the tour. If you give me the pictures, I can have a
cashier's check for you by the end of the day for $500,000. OK?"

Todd was sitting on the sofa. He looked at Quentin and then slowly got a
malicious smile on his face. "You really are cute, aren't you?" Todd
said. "You think you've got this all figured out? Yeah, get me the half
mil. That's a nice little start. You think you're pretty smart, don't you?
Well, you still just don't get it, you fucking little cock sucking faggot."

Todd continued. "Your money? Yeah, I'll take it, but that's just the
beginning. And, oh, I'll be on your tour - you won't be able to turn around
without seeing me, understand? Look, boy, you don't have any room to
negotiate. I've got the pictures, and that means I own you. Got it? Say it,
fuckboy. I own you. Say, `Todd owns my ass.'"

"Come on, Todd, there's got to be something I can...." Quentin started.

"GOD DAMN IT! SAY IT! JUST FUCKING SAY IT! Say it, you cocksucker! `Todd
owns my ass.' Say it now, or I'll walk out the door and start sending out
pictures."

Todd stared at Quentin, then started for the door.

"Wait, OK, look, um, Todd owns my ass. OK?" Quentin stammered.

"SAY IT CLEARLY, FAGGOT!"

"Todd owns my ass," Quentin said, staring at the floor.

"Say `I'm a faggot boy slut. I like to take it rough up the ass.'" Todd
said, smiling.

"Come on, Todd, I'm not gay! Everyone knows that. Let's just ..." but
Quentin was cut off.

"SAY IT NOW, FAGGOT!" Todd yelled.

Quentin looked like he had just been punched in the stomach. His eyes were
sad. He started slowly, "I'm a faggot boy slut, and I like to take it up
the ass ... rough." He felt humiliated.

"Yeah, you're a faggot, and don't forget it. You do whatever I say from now
on. Whatever. Got it?"

"Yeah, I got it," Quentin quietly replied.

"OK, get on the phone and do whatever the hell you've got to do to get me
the half-million now. And hurry - we've got somewhere to go this
afternoon." Todd demanded.

Quentin looked confused but went to the phone and arranged to deliver the
check to the hotel.

Todd was stretched out on the sofa, flipping through TV channels. Quentin
looked at him: he looked just like a typical teenager, with baggy jeans, an
oversized shirt, and beat-up sneakers. He was lying haphazardly on the
sofa, staring at some idiotic show. Quentin couldn't believe this was
happening. He was THE international player in the entertainment world - why
couldn't he get himself out of this mess now?

"OK faggot boy. Let's roll," Todd said, jumping up and not bothering to
turn off the TV. "We've got folks waiting for us."

"Where are we going?" Quentin asked.

"Does it matter? It's not like you have any choice. Where are you parked?"

"Um, my Jeep's in the underground parking," Quentin answered.

"Cool. Give me the keys. I've always wanted a Jeep." Todd said, snatching
the keys from Quentin.

They got in Quentin's pride and joy with Todd in the driver's seat. "Sweet!
Totally loaded. Cool. When we get back, I want to arrange to have it signed
over to me. Got it?"

"Yeah," Quentin quietly answered, even though he was mentally plotting how
to stop this.

After a short drive, they turned into a residential section. "OK, bitch
boy. Here we are," Todd said, pulling into a driveway in front of a small
house. "My friends are waiting."

Quentin and Todd walked to the front door and rang the bell.

Todd stared fiercely into Quentin's eyes: "You do whatever I tell you, got
it? You say whatever I tell you to say, understand? If you make me mad,
it's all over." It was obvious to Quentin that Todd was not kidding and
would not allow him to dial it down in any way, shape, or form.

"Yeah, I got it," Quentin whispered, staring at his feet.

The door opened, and a young man stood there. "Hey, Todd. Shit, it really
is Quentin Quartz! Totally cool. The guys never thought Quentin would
really be here."

"Hey, Cory. Are all the guys here?" Todd asked.

"Yeah, I called the whole team. They're all waiting."

Quentin was shown to the living room. It was full of guys, about a
dozen. They looked to be about 16 or 18.

"Well, guys, I promised you Quentin Quartz, and here he is. Quentin, this
is my high school varsity soccer team." Todd said as he guided Quentin to
the middle of the room. "Here's the deal. We have a disagreement. Cory here
says all you boybands are fucking queers and that the XHEIGHT guys fuck the
X Factor. Jerry, over there, says that you are all fucking queers but that
the X Factor fucks you XHEIGHT fags. So that's why I brought you
here. Which is it? I promised the guys that we would finally get an answer
today."

Quentin looked around the room at all these boys staring back at him.

They were all smiling and seemed to be enjoying this. Quentin felt very
uncomfortable; he desperately didn't want to be here and had no idea what
to say. He just looked at Todd.

"Well, faggot, you are queer, aren't you?" Todd demanded.

Quentin remained silent and looked at Todd in a way that begged him to not
do this. What did he want him to say?

"Come on, faggot! Tell the boys that you are a faggot queer."

"Um, yeah, I'm a faggot queer." Quentin quietly said.

The boys went wild. They couldn't believe that Quentin was actually in
their presence and that he was saying he was gay. All their girlfriends
adored Quentin and XHeight, so naturally, the guys hated that
competition. The guys on the team knew that Todd's father was a record
exec, so when Todd said he would bring Quentin over, they thought it might
be possible. Still, they couldn't believe Quentin was letting Todd treat
him like that.

"Come on. Say it louder. Let all the guys hear." Todd demanded.

"I'm a faggot queer," Quentin said, turning bright red. He felt stupid,
surrounded by teens, and forced to say this stuff. All the guys were
smirking. This was cool, watching superstar Quentin squirm!

"You like it up the ass hard and rough, don't you, Quentin?" Todd asked.

"Yeah." Quentin stammered and spoke now without much hesitation.

"Come on, say it faggot."

"Yeah, I like it up the ass hard and rough," Quentin answered, his southern
voice cracking as he forced himself to say the perverted words.

"Well, I guess that answers our question," Todd said with a huge
smile. "XHEIGHT likes to be fucked by the X Factor. Do you all get
together, strip, kneel, and let the other boys open your asses? Do you take
turns, or do all five of you get on your knees at the same time?"

Quentin turned bright red. He looked at Todd, unsure if he was supposed to
say anything.

"Yeah, I bet you all take it at the same time. You, Eric, and JC strip
down, get on your knees and beg to have your pussy asses filled. I bet Nick
rips you open good. Now there's a real man! I bet you beg Nick to ram his
cock up your pussy ass. Beg him to rip you open. Beg him to fuck your
faggot brains out. Am I right, boy?"

Quentin just stared at his feet, hoping this would all end soon.

"Alright, boy. I promised the guys they would see a sample of your
technique, so fucking strip." Todd demanded.

Quentin's eyes bugged out like those of a shocked cartoon character. Todd
had to be kidding! The verbal humiliation was one thing, but this couldn't
happen.

Quentin whispered to Todd, "Hey, wait a minute. This wasn't part of the
bargain. Please, Todd, be reasonable. Come on, man...." Quentin said.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, ASSHOLE! And don't fucking embarrass me in front of my
friends." The soccer team members were in awe of Todd's power and control,
especially over the great Quentin of XHeight.

Quentin began to cry. He looked pleadingly at Todd, and almost in a
whisper, he choked out, "Why are you doing this to me?"

Todd stared back at Quentin and answered in a slow, icy monotone. "Because
I can."

Todd then began to yell. "FUCKING STRIP NOW! Do it or suffer the
consequences!"

Quentin was unbelievably scared. He began to shiver, his eyes filled with
tears; he felt so helpless. His mind raced - what could he do? He looked at
the boys in the room, all of whom were staring intently at him, and then he
looked back at Todd, who had a huge smile. Quentin slowly pulled off his
shirt.

Not only were the soccer players feeling great because there was a huge
superstar in their very midst, but also because they had just learned that
this macho idol of so many women was actually a fucking faggot. On top of
that, their little high school buddy, with his slight build and all, told
this international celebrity what to do. Holly fucking shit! AND ... the
faggot was doing it!

The boys couldn't believe their eyes and ears. First, Quentin admitted that
he was queer. Second, he takes it up the ass, and third, he was stripping
before their eyes! Un-fucking-believable! They watched intently as Quentin
slipped off his shoes and socks and dropped his jeans. He was now actually
standing in the living room wearing only his boxer briefs.

Instead of Todd saying something like, "OK, Quentin, drop the shorts." Todd
simply pointed to Quentin's underwear and snapped his fingers. FUCKING
WILD! Quentin was like Todd's fucking well-trained dog.

Quentin closed his eyes and slowly slid his boxers down until they were
bunched around his ankles. His dick hung softly between his legs, but there
was nothing erotic or sexy about any of this. Zero. Quentin heard several
of the guys begin to laugh, and he felt fully exposed.

"Now I know you guys are baffled by how Quentin responds to me. I mean, he
is known around the whole fucking world as the number one recording star,
and yet he obeys me at the snap of my fingers. Well, you see, Quentin here
has a fetish. He gets off on being told what to do. Some time ago, he saw a
photo of me that my Dad had on his desk. When he saw it, Quentin
desperately fabricated some story about how he wanted to teach me some
things about music. Well, as it turned out, it wasn't music he wanted to
teach me." Everyone laughed and howled. "No, it was all about his fetish
need to obey younger guys. And ... get this ... he loves to pretend he
isn't a faggot; Quentin gets excited when he is pretend-forced to do
stuff. You know, like a sex scenario, a play-acting thing. So, that should
solve the mystery." All the guys applauded and cheered. Quentin's face
turned redder, feeling more embarrassed now than ever before, even though
none of this was true.

"OK, boys, as long as I am telling you all of his secret fantasies, I might
as well share this one, which happens to involve all of you."

He then turned to naked Quentin and said, "Sorry faggot, I know you wanted
me to keep this as our little secret, but I just can't." Then Todd turned
back to all his buds and said, "When I told this faggot that we were coming
here, he got really horned up. Being on tour doesn't give him time to get
the hard fucks he needs. He told me that his ass has felt totally empty for
way too long, so I told him that you guys just might be kind enough to help
fuck the shit out of him. Believe me when I tell you that he got so excited
he started drooling."

Several boys raised their hands. "Wait," Todd yelled, "First, let's get a
nice photo of Quentin bending over, begging to be fucked." The cheers went
up. "OK, Mr. Q, get over to the sofa, bend over and look at my cell. Give
us a nice smile?"

Quentin felt so humiliated. Just as he learned he was going to be fucked by
all these.... these.... soccer kids. Now, Todd wanted him to beg for it.

"No, when you lean over the sofa, spread your legs wide apart." Quentin
did. "Now, reach back with your hand and spread your ass cheeks apart. Show
off your cunt pussie. And for Pete's sake, SMILE!"

Todd took the most obscene photo of the superstar. He was really proud of
it, so he posted it.

[BTW, this photo was posted on GayTies.com. To find it, log in and click on
"Find member." Type in "BruceDarkforce." Then click on my photo, and under
it, you'll see I have a few albums, one of which is titled "Nifty Story
Photos." There, you will see Quentin posing in the most degrading,
humiliating position Todd ever took of him.]

"Perfect shot. So, who wants to be the first to help Quentin out? He loves
to suck cock. He loves to take it up the ass. He told me in the car that he
wanted to be fucked hard by all my team members, so come on, boys, let's
get this party started and give wonder boy exactly what he needs! Have at
it."

Cory stood up first, walked over to Quentin, and pulled out his hard
dick. "I'll take a blowjob, faggot boy."

Quentin Quartz, a 38-year-old international singing star and the leader of
the sensational boyband XHeight, was shoved to his knees and felt Cory's
dick shoved into his mouth; this was the first time Quentin had ever sucked
a cock. Quentin began to choke as Cory rammed his cock down his throat.

"Hey guys, look at me! I'm fucking Quentin Quartz's mouth! My girlfriend
adores him - wait until she hears that he sucked my cock! Fuck, I knew all
those boybands were fucking queers, but this is incredible. Hey, someone,
take my photo."

But Todd quickly said, "No photos, period! If any of you take his photo, we
will leave immediately." He was unequivocal: after all, anyone having
homoerotic sex photos of Quentin would have power over him, and Todd wasn't
about to share any power over his faggot fuck toy, so he would take the
photos himself.

"Guys, I will take all the photos here," Todd said as he got some great
shots of Quentin sucking boy dick; these were great additions to Todd's
growing collection of blackmail evidence.

Like most teenagers, it didn't take long before Cory spewed out his cum. It
poured down Quentin's throat, and as soon as he was done, Quentin looked up
and saw another dick waiting to ram down his now vacant throat.

A minute later, Quentin felt someone behind him, grabbing onto his
hips. Quentin turned and saw a red-headed boy kneeling at his back
end. With a snap of the fingers and a gesture from Todd, Quentin understood
he was to go from kneeling to getting down on all fours, so he did.

"Look at me, guys!" the redhead yelled, "I'm gonna fuck this faggot's
little ass! Oh shit, his ass is gonna be mine. Look at this whore on his
hands and knees. I'm gonna fuck this fag doggie style." The boy then
slapped Quentin's ass and said, "Shake your fucking ass for me, you fucking
dog, and get ready for my cock. Check it out: I'm only 16, and my cock is
already bigger than his!"

Quentin panicked as he felt his knees being shoved wider apart. He then let
out a muffled scream as the boy rammed his cock into Quentin's tight ass;
he felt like he was being ripped open. This was too much! Here he was,
totally naked, on his hands and knees, with one cock down his throat and
another cock rammed up his ass. This couldn't be happening! It hurt so
much, and it wasn't supposed to be like this - he wasn't gay! Oh, fuck,
what was going on?

The red-headed kid rammed his cock into Quentin's throbbing ass. Quentin
began to whimper as the other dick was still rammed down his throat. His
knees and legs began to ache as his legs were forced open wider, and his
ass was ridden hard. His mind reeled as he felt a hand grab his dick. His
toes curled, and every hair on his body stood on end. The red-head fucking
him had reached under the superstar's belly to grab and squeeze Quentin's
balls hard.

Then, in a loud voice, Todd said to Quentin, "Hey faggot, stop enjoying
this! I promised you we would help you out with your fantasies, remember?
So I want you to pretend that you have never been fucked before and are
suffering a lot of pain now." All the guys laughed, believing Todd. "Now
scream and pretend to resist!"

To be continued...

Quentin did screamed and yelled, but he was not pretending. These kids were
intensely brutal, not because they were mean, but because they were
convinced Quentin wanted it rough. So, it looks like Quentin is at the end
of Todd's abuse. There can't be anymore. Todd was the school hero. He was a
dear friend of XHeight's lead singer! So... did he let Quentin go? Did Todd
get his revenge for Quentin's initial rudeness, and finally tell the star
it was all a big, sick joke? You think?