AUTHOR'S NOTE: Mitchell Wofford is the drummer for the band, City Delivered. The band began originally as the heavy metal group, Light of Doom, and they competed on the TV show The Next Great American Band, which lasted one season in 2007 and featured different music bands competing against each other. Mitchell was around 12 at the time. This story takes place just after Light of Doom lost out on the competition. Zac Hanson has been featured in my story series, The Sexual Exploits of Hanson, but this story is outside of that continuity.

I had nearly finished my cigarette as I waited in the alleyway outside the hotel. I was fuckin' nervous as shit. I knew what to do...hell, I'd been doin' it with the guys for a while. But this was different.

My name's Mitchell Wofford. I'm in a band called Light of Doom. We're a heavy metal band. Five dudes, all in our teens who rock out as hard as we can. Two weeks ago, we lost out on a show called The Next Great American Band, but we've been booked for gigs ever since, so losin' wasn't the bad thing you'd think.

Now we come to why I was at this hotel.

Our lead singer, a stud by the name of Erik Griffin, thought we should open for somebody high-profile, and that made sense. After getting together with the other guys and smoking some righteous weed, we discussed it. We all agreed that was the thing to do, and everyone left but Erik and me to think about who to approach. Now, you gotta understand, my door swings both ways, and though the other guys don't know it, Erik does. He's technically straight, but he knows I love dick, so he fucks me every chance he gets. This time was no different. As soon as we were alone, he was slippin' me his bone in both ends. After a nice long fuck, with his cum drippin' outta my ass and mouth, we fired up more pot, and Erik suggested I contact Zac Hanson. There were two reasons why this was good. Number one, he's the most approachable of the Hanson dudes. Number two, I've rammed my fuckin' dildo up my shitter many a time pretendin' it was his dick. The stud turns me on to no end, and Erik heard somewhere that Zac was very bisexual. He thought I could seduce Zac into lettin' us open for his band. I thought it was a sweet idea. We found a way to contact him through his management agency, and to our surprise, he'd seen the show and knew about us. I agreed to meet him at his hotel. When I got there, I got nervous. What if the rumors `bout him weren't true? I'd be throwin' myself at Zac and embarrassin' myself. What if it caused him to lose interest in us, and we didn't get the gig? I'd stayed in the alley and smoked a couple of cigarettes to build my courage, but now, I knew I had to at least try. Though the band had gotten a lot of exposure from the TV show (even though we lost), we needed to step up on the game. So, after I'd stopped out the butt of my smoke, I went into the hotel.

I entered the elevator in the lobby and pushed for his floor (Erik had somehow gotten the room number). After the doors closed, I noticed a floor-length mirror on the back wall. I checked myself out. I was wearin' my tight, black leather pants, a white muscle shirt, and tennis shoes. My long blond hair was dangling over my face. Lickin' my lips, I thought egotistically that I was good-lookin' enough that if I'd fuck myself if I could. Zac would have to get turned on, and if nothin' else, I'd have his dick up my ass this afternoon. I rubbed my crotch to get it to bulge, which wasn't fuckin' difficult--I was getting ready to meet the king of all studs in just a few minutes. I already had a semi packed into my pants, even if it was only six inches, and a couple of rubs made it fully hard. My bulge was prominent when the elevator doors opened and I stepped out. I was struttin' to room number 347 and knocked. I said my name toward the door and a husky voice from inside said, "Get in here."

I opened the door, and my jaw dropped. The object of my lust was sittin' in a chair facin' the doorway. Zac Hanson was wearin' fuckin' aviator's sunglasses, a black motorcycle jacket, fuckin' skin-tight black leather pants, black cowboy boots, and no shirt. He had tight black leather gloves on his hands, and his long, brown hair framed his perfect face. He was not smilin', and it made him look like a bad-ass. Erik has the same look when he's ready to fuck my brains out. I felt my asshole twitch and my dick throb. Zac's lips parted, and he said, "Close that motherfuckin' door." I obeyed.

"Lock it." I turned the lock.

"Get over here, boy." I complied.

I went to Zac. He looked me up and down as if I were a piece of meat hangin' in a butcher's window, and he licked his thick lips. I said nothin', but I tossed my hair outta my eyes, and I hooked my thumbs in the belt loops of my leather pants. "So, kid," Zac said. "You and your band wanna open up for Hanson."

"Yessir," I replied. The way this stud looked, I felt like I had to be a bit formal.

"Tay and I attended your last gig," he continued. "We liked it. You kids're hot as shit onstage." His lips broke into a very slight smirk. "And the music wasn't bad, either." I smiled. He leaned forward just a bit and asked, "Now, what will you do for me if I give the okay? Tay and Ike are okay with it, but they're waitin' for my decision." He reached over to an end table next to the chair, pulled a fat, black cigar out of the box there, and put it in his mouth. He leaned back, struck a match on the heel of one of his boots, and lit up. He puffed a few times and waved out the match. "What'll you do to make me wanna tell my bros I want you guys?"

I licked my lips and said, "It'd mean a lot if we can join you. I'll do anything you want."

"Anything, huh?" Zac took a very long drag on his cigar and blew the smoke into my face. He grabbed his crotch, which was bulgin', and said, "We'll see how bad you want the gig, little boy." He stuck the cigar in his teeth and nodded. "Get on your knees, boy. Right now." I did as I was told--mainly `cause I'm a fuckin' slut. To show Zac I was a good little faggot, I put my arms behind my back. He smiled at me and opened his pants. He pulled out the thickest, longest dick I'd ever seen. My mouth dropped open at the sight of 10-inches of thick and juicy man tube comin' out from between that leather. I was fuckin' droolin'. Zac puffed his cigar and said, "I knew a slut like you would like my baby maker." He waved it in front of my face. "Suck it."

That dong was so damn big that I didn't think I'd get my fist around it. It was cut and spittin' out precum like crazy. I started lickin' it up and down and swirled my tongue around the giant head. His juice was fuckin' awesome, and I looked up at him. The black cigar was clenched in his mouth, smoke curlin' `round his head, and I could see myself in the lenses of his sunglasses. He suddenly grabbed a handful of my hair and barked, "You damn little bitch! Did I say play with it?"

"No, sir," I replied in a weak voice. I had sensed this stud was aggressive, so I played along.

"What did I tell you to do with it?" He pulled my hair, and my head snapped back.

"Suck it."

"Then stop fuckin' around, boy! Take it!!"

Zac shoved my mouth down on his sex, and it immediately went down my throat. I gagged and sputtered around that big piece of meat and drew air into my lungs with my nostrils as best I could. Zac just grunted and held me down, telling me how much of a faggot I was and how he'd tear me up. And dammit, I wanted it bad. The guys in Light of Doom regularly use me as a fuck toy and cumdump, but none of them were as aggressive and hung as Zac Hanson, and I wanted to be his bitch. Fuck the deal; I'd be more than content to be at this hunk's beck and call, to be nothin' more than his personal whore.

I kept my eyes on Zac's face as I blew his dick. My own cock jumped around in my pants as I stared at him. He turned me on so damn bad I couldn't stand it, and several times I thought I'd pump my load without pullin' my member out. He was so sexy smoking that fuckin' cigar and lookin' for all the world like the king stud he was. I opened my throat and accommodated him, and his precum coated my mouth and tongue with its salty/sweet taste. I'm a good cocksuckin' bitch, as Erik will attest, and I knew just how to please my new fuck master. I moved my tongue back and forth on his shaft as I sucked, and it drove him fuckin' nuts. Zac finished one stogie and lit another groanin' and grippin' my head. "So fuckin' good," he muttered. "You're a good little boy. Take all of it. Don't fuckin' stop."

I kept up the suck job until Zac felt like doin' somethin' else. He pulled my head off him and shoved me into the floor. Still puffin' away on his cigar, he peeled his leather pants down and exposed his firm ass. "Lay on your back, bitch," he said, and when I was in position, he squat over my face. His ass cheeks parted, and I saw his puckered asshole. "Eat me, whore." My nose lodged in the crack of his rear end, and my tongue snaked out of my mouth and into his waiting stud pussy. It was a bit musky but clean, and I groaned as I entered him. He must've enjoyed it `cause it didn't take long for him to move his cunt on my face. I licked him like a kid who'd just tasted his first piece of candy. Again Zac cursed and told me what a great fuck I'd be. I could feel him grabbin' my crotch and playin' with my hard cock trapped there. My head spun. Sex with Erik and the guys was never this intense.

I don't know how long I'd eaten him out, but Zac stood after a bit and ordered me to put his tool back in my mouth. Of course, I obeyed. Once that hot man meat was in my throat again, he got an evil look on his face and said, "Here's somethin' good for ya." At once, the acrid taste of piss flooded my mouth, and I tried to back off. I wasn't into that, though Erik pissed on my body on occasion if he was high. Zac Hanson, however, wasn't happy about me tryin' to get away. Smackin' me on the back of my head, he barked, "Don't you even fuckin' think `bout takin' your bitch mouth off my dick! Drink my piss down." He grabbed my head with both hands and held me in place. His urine had a very strong taste, and I choked on it. I struggled again, resulting in another slap on my head. "I said stop, faggot. You do that again, and I'll hurt ya." I tried my best to drink his piss, but a lot came out of my mouth and spread all over me. When he finally finished, he pulled out his dick, which was still stiff as a board, and rubbed it all over my face. "Fuck," he murmured. "I love pissin' with a hard-on." He looked down at me with an evil smile. "Didn't like that did ya, bitch? Too bad, `cause I fuckin' loved it. Ya gotta be reminded that you are my whore. You'll do what I fuckin' want you to do." He pointed at the bed. "Get on the bed, fucker. All fours. Now!"

Smellin' like a damn toilet, I scrambled onto the bed. I was on my hands and knees, and I heard Zac doin' somethin' behind me. A big black dildo landed to my left, and I felt his hand on the back of my head. He pushed my face down into the mattress. "I don't want your head up at all. You leave it there unless I tell you." I started at the dildo while I listened to his movements. Next thing I know, there was a crack and searin' pain erupted from my backside. Zac was hittin' me with his belt, and fuck did it hurt! He kept mumblin' about showin' me my place, and I lost count of how many licks I was takin'. I started doin' somethin' I never did durin' sex--I cried. Zac laughed, but he continued beatin' me. "Cry all ya want to, boy. Makes me even harder than I am." When he stopped, my little ass was stingin' from the pain. I opened my eyes, and through the tears I saw him grab the dildo with a gloved hand. "It's time to open up this tight little pussy," he said, and with that bein' his only warnin', Zac rammed that fuckin' rubber dick right into my sore ass. I knew that damn thing was at least twice as wide as his cock, and I screamed and clawed the bed to get away from it. Zac just hit me on the butt and yelled, "Shut the fuck up, boy!" He held me and screwed that thing in harder. The pain eventually subsided, and it was replaced by some kind of sensual pleasure. The dildo stretched me, and I began moanin'. "Knew you'd like it," Zac murmured. "Wait'll I get my big dick in ya."

Zac fucked me with the dildo `til he was satisfied I was opened up. He pressed my head further into the mattress, and I felt the tip of his giant cock press against my hole. His precum was smearin' all over it, and with a gasp I realized he hadn't lubed himself. "Oh, fuck..." I muttered.

"That's right, boy," Zac chuckled. "I'm takin' you raw. You ain't got no choice." He started pushin'. "You'll hurt, but I'll feel good." And in he went.

My head jerked up. "FUCK!!" I shouted. A blow to the back of my head sent me down, and Zac held it down. "Oh, Daddy..." I managed to say. I don't know where the fuck that came from, but I said it.

"Oh, yeah, boy!" Zac said as his 10-incher ripped into me. "I like that! Say it again!!"

"D-Daddy..." I managed to say. "It h-hurts..."

"Don't care, bitch!" he shouted back. "UGH! I'm getting what I want. Just shut up and take it like the slut you are!!" He never let me get used to it; he fucked me hard from the word go. My whole backside protested at his invasion, but his strong hands held me in place, and all I could do was scream into the bed. I wiggled but stopped fairly quickly as it only allowed Zac to fuck me deeper. The head of his cock slammed into my love nut, and my dick responded by jerkin' all by its fuckin' self. I'd never been fucked like this. My bandmates took turns with me lots of times, but none of them, even Erik, had the sheer power that Zac Hanson possessed in his body. That 10-inch love rod raped into me so deep and completely I was sure it would pop outta my mouth. In and out, in and out--his piece rubbed my inner walls with such force and pain I cried. I mean I fuckin' bawled. But I liked it. My brain was overloaded with sensations of all kinds, but I didn't even try to ask him to stop. I was lovin' bein' a piece of shit bitch whore who belonged to the hottest stud on the fuckin' planet. It wasn't long before I tried to push back to meet Zac's thrusts, and he responded by fuckin' me harder. "That's what I'm talkin' `bout!" he screamed. "Push back, little boy. Gimme that hot cunt!!"

"Yes, Daddy!!" I yelled back. We fucked a long time. Zac put me in different positions: missionary, standin' by the bed, up against the wall, bent over the chair. He even bounced me on his prick while standin'. For a while, I bounced on him. He lit cigar after cigar, always keeping one lit while he violated my 12-year-old body in every way possible.

Finally, he put me back in my original position, face down and ass up. He said he wanted to knock me up like that and began thrusting in hard, quick thrusts. I grunted with each one, and my dick started throbbin' badly. "D-Daddy," I said weakly. "I'm cummin', Daddy..."

Zac grabbed my cock with a gloved hand and covered the head. "Do it, baby bitch!! Cum for Daddy!!"

I moaned and my dick started spewing its load into Zac's hand. I tried to count my spurts, but the feelin' of my cum was too intense for me to do anything but submit to it. I heard him grunt, and his dick pulsed in my ass. I knew he was startin' to cum. Zac quickly slapped the hand that had held my cock over my mouth. "Lick it up, cunt, while I paint your pussy!!" he barked. I began lickin' his hand clean of my scum, and his member blasted every fuckin' inch of my tunnel with his very hot and very potent love seed. He yelled and screamed, calling me every derogatory name in the book and saying how he wished I was a girl so he could make me pregnant. It was so damn intense that as he shot his last rope of semen into my poor, battered pussy, I passed out.

*****

I was out for nearly an hour. When I woke up, Zac was sittin' on the chair again, smoking another cigar and watchin' some straight porn on television. Some 18-year-old slut was getting gangbanged by at least ten really hung black guys. They looked mean, and they looked like they were rapin' her. Zac noticed I was awake, and he gave me a cigar, which I lit and smoked while we talked about getting Light of Doom on tour with Hanson.

In truth, we only did one gig with them. Our music styles--heavy metal and pop--didn't mix too well. But from then on, whenever Zac was in town, he looked me up and fucked me. A couple of times, Erik would join us. He'd get high watchin' me takin' Zac's torpedo up my shitter.

It's good to be a slut.