Good Boy For the Goth

(Disclaimer: This is all fictional)

I get tickets to see Van Joyce a famous guitarist/vocalist for this band he's in. I was ecstatic to see the guy live in my hometown of Montana. Time passes by, and I head to the concert. After I enter the arena then get to my seat front row, I became psyched for the show to begin. Van shows up looking cool with his makeup and everything, then they start the show. For some reason, I couldn't take my eyes off of him which made Van notice. He didn't mind as he gave me a wink.

The concert was over, but then some of the bandmates stop me.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"I'm Randal Matthews." I answered.

"I'm Cathy." she said. "Van wants to see you. You're not in trouble or anything, he just wants to ask you some things."

The fact Van wanted to see me was nothing I was expecting. Why would he of all people want to see me? Was it because I was looking at him like an obsessed fan? I didn't mean to be that love stoned. I would follow Cathy backstage. I fidgeted because I may be banned. I'm in backstage seeing Van for the first time. I gulped feeling nervous to see him.

"Don't be nervous, and you're not in trouble." he said. "Just wanted to see you. You're pretty hot."

I blush then get hard a bit.

"T-Thanks." I stuttered.

Joyce smiles. He offers me a Pepsi, my favorite drink. I didn't even know he knew about what soda I like. I was in utter surprise by Van.

"How long you been a fan?" Van asks.

"Very long time. I have all your CDs, shirts, all of them. Your music videos were bangers." I say to him.

"Well I'm very happy you like my style." said Van Joyce.

We drink and listen to some of his greatest hits. The bond we shared got palpable between us. I gazed upon his bone structure and everything. Joyce rubbed my thigh gently. Throughout the rest of the night, we had an amazing conversation about video games, movies, it's like a dream come true to find someone I have in common with.

"You're so cool." I say to Van Joyce.

He laughs in agreement.

"So are you." he says in response. "You're amazing. I'm not doing anything after this, Randall, so you wanna come hang out at my place, just me and you?"

I bite my bottom lip. I could not believe Van's suggesting this offer. Could I be dreaming? Is this a fantasy I'm in? The questions were rushing in my head spiraling out of control. Van insisted I come by to his house.

"Sure." I answered quickly.

Van Joyce prepares some drinks for me and him. I arrive at the household where I see tons of scented candles. I became curious. What is this? A ritual of some sorts? Dinner for a special occasion?

"Glad you could come." said Van Joyce. "Have a seat."

I sit then drink some soda. We look into each other's eyes keeping each other company while the night was young.

"What do you want?" I ask calmly.

"I wanted you to come here," he replies, "plus there's something I was wondering if you're interested in. I have a fetish for... pee. Was wondering if you would like for me to do that on you."

I was flattered Van told me this. Piss porn wasn't on my list, but hearing Van Joyce telling me his fetish became unprecedented.

"Yeah. Long as it's between us." I said.

"Cool. Also, mind if I hypnotize you with my hard cock? Always wanted to try." said Van Joyce.

"Hypnotism?" I ask curiously.

Van became nonchalant about it as if he didn't feel ashamed of admitting another turn on he's into. Van's choices of fetishes sounded erotic to me. He sees how bulbous my hard cock became the more in delivered details on what he likes. He whips out his enlarged cock for me to see. He swings it from side to side making my eyes watch every move. I start to drool.

"You're gonna be a good boy for me. When I snap my fingers, you shall be under my control." Van says in monotone.

My brain was starting to feel empty. My thoughts had disappeared from my membrane. I couldn't come up with any noun or verb to put into intricacies. Van Joyce closes my eyes gently, then he kisses me passionately. Van snaps his fingers making me completely under his spell.

"Ready to be a good boy for me?" he whispers to me.

I nodded.

"Good. Now strip me." he demanded.

I take off his clothing, he strips mine off next. He brings out his bandmates to witness what he's about to do. They cheer for us. Van shoves his cock down my throat face fucking me hard. My cock twitches. I moan feeling enamored by this despite my current mesmerized state. Van's bandmates Cathy and Doyle love seeing this as they laugh in good cheer.

"I can tell he likes. Look how hard and big his dick is." Cathy says impressed.

"True." said Doyle.

Van sucks my cock getting it nice and wet. I go cross eyed getting turned on by my favorite rockstar giving me so good oral in the beginning of this sexual tension. Van Joyce fondles my ball sack.

"Now I want you to get down on your knees for me." he ordered.

I obey and do so. Van starts pissing on my face pleasing his friends.

"Mmmm yeah that's good, man." said Doyle taking this in.

Van tells Cathy to get out a rope and whip from his room. Cathy heads there, sees the items needed for him to really give me torture, and she gets them. Cathy hands Van Joyce the stuff, he ties me up including my balls and cock. After he ties me up entirely, he pees on my dick and jerks me off causing me to precum. Van feeds me it stuffing my mouth deep. Doyle strokes his cock looking on. Van Joyce begins whipping my ass like a government mule.

"Yeah!" shouted Cathy. "Hurt this bitch! Make him squeal like a fuckin' pig! Real bad now!"

I was in love with Van making me docile for him. I start screaming the more whipping I was receiving. Van besmirched me physically and mentally. Van fucks me raw in missionary formation.

"Open your mouth." Van demands.

I open my mouth wide, and he spits in my mouth. I groan as he pushes to his absolute limit. His bandmates cheered him on. Getting fucked relentlessly by my favorite vocalist became such a dream come true as well as blessing in disguise; and it's not even my birthday. Van kisses my lips, my nipples, my stomach, and my hard on dick all at once. He gives me more lashings on my ass and fucks me doggystyle fast. It was getting into the culmination of this whole thing.

"Scream daddy for me." Van says.

"DADDY!" I yelled.

Van's eyes went crazy going cross eyed like he felt a prescence get to him. He chokes me from behind while I'm wanking hard.

"Yeah," moaned Van, "you love it when daddy fucks your ass, my little pet? For now on, you're my good boy, my baby boy. You will worship my cock. I'll fuck you all day and night, no one else but me. Your mind is mine, your body is mine. Are we clear, Randall?"

"Yes, daddy. I'm yours." I replied.

"That's what daddy wants to hear," he whispers.

Van breathes down my neck, lick my earhole softly as he pushes further in my ass. I moan his name causing his bandmates to cheer. Van Joyce then was close to an orgasm.

"I'm cumming!" yelled Van.

He pulls out cumming all over my ass. He spanks me with his dick then scrapes my ass with it feeding me the jizz. Van face fucks me while fingering my threshold.

"Now you cum while I do this." he instructed.

I obey jerking harder. I grunt feeling the fingers deep within.

"Fuck, here I go!" I shout.

"Cum!" Van demanded forcefully.

I unleash all of my cum all over the carpet floor. Van kisses me passionately, but pees on me one last time as I grandiose reward.

"Woo! You did, Randall. Did real good. Now get dressed, and don't tell a soul unless you want yours to be mine as well." Van joked.

After that exchange, I leave Van's house as this was going to be a moment I'll cherish.