Los Angeles - February 25
Pop king Stitch - 24 year old English hunk Andy Jebson - started his smash hit sellout world tour in LA last night. The world's most eligible bachelor boy strutted his surfer boy looks on stage to all of the mega hits on his platinum selling album "Owned" in front of his screaming fans. The second night is also a sell out tonight says his manager Todd Fenwick.
Todd stretched out in bed. Last night had been excellent, though a long night. He could certainly get used to these 5* hotel rooms. This tour would make him a very rich man. The profits from tickets alone meant his reclusive star would generate a lifetime of income for his manager. Particularly because - as the star of the show - Stitch was not taking a slice himself.
Todd thought back to the screaming adoration from last night. The fans shouting up to the hotel room in desperate need to see their idol. Todd had insisted at the start of the tour that he would share a room with Stitch throughout the show. To protect his young star.
Todd yawned and rubbed his eyes. Glancing up from his luxurious bed he took in the sight of his hunky pop star property. He smiled with satisfaction.
Stitch knelt on all fours in the corner of the room. Naked. Body shaved. Face to the corner, he was spread out, hands on head. His legs and arms spread wide and his pink arse hole twitching, facing up on display to his owner.Todd smirked, looking down at the metal band visible around the boy's balls. His pop sensation wore a tiny nub device permanently now. He needed to be reminded that his world of being adored by the masses was false. If they knew that he didn't have a cock any longer, or that his concerts were conducted with a large replica of Todd's cock locked into his arse chute it would be quite the story. His chiselled chest and abs may not be quite as manly.
Todd's erection throbbed. His slave was quite the sight and the true nature of their relationship remained a massive turn-on. His slave was doubtless not as ecstatic about his role. The former stud's days as a straight womaniser were well and truly over now. His slavery was involuntary, inescapable, complete and permanent. He understood his place in life now. He was nothing more than a performing monkey for his owner. Other than when he played the part of pop star idol, his time was spent in absolute humility. Silent naked suffering was his role in life. Escape was impossible he reflected, a tear of frustration running down his cheek.
It was only a matter of time before he knew he would be worshipping his master's feet in bed. Licking reverently between each toe and then moving up to worship his free cock, his armpits, his hole. He shuddered at the realisation of what he had become now. His total debasement as a fuck toy and object. The permanent taste of cum and piss in his throat.
His only comfort now was the look in the eyes of his adoring fans. To them he was a hunk. They didn't know the reality of his dickless body.
With a sigh of contentment, Todd jumped from his bed and approached the body of his displayed slave. Running his fingers down the arched back, Todd grabbed the locked junk of his property. Pulling down relentlessly on the imprisoned balls, the slave gasped in desperation. He hadn't cum in months and his cock could not erect in its prison cell. Finally with an animal grunt of lust, Todd mounted his bitch from behind. With one thrust he entered his slave and bucked his hips to start fucking his cashcow. Animal lust. The object of fantasy for many men and women helplessly unmanned on the floor.
The rock star lifestyle was good.
