Sean and Conor Price Chapter 2
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I love Sean and Conor Price on X Factor UK 2017. If you don’t know them, google them and you’ll fall in love as well. That being said: This story is pure fantasy and total fiction in regards to all celebrities named henceforth. I don’t know them and this story has nothing to do with reality. This is a completely fictional story - it is in no way real nor does it represent or suggest anything about the true sexuality or behavior of the actors who play the characters involved or other real life celebrities featured.
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Sean & Conor Price - You Slut Want to be a Star, Little Brother?
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CHAPTER 2: Live Shows Week Three
Sean had a feeling in his gut: It was time for the next step!
Sean felt his control over Conor slipping. Conor was a free and joyful spirit. Although he followed Sean’s orders and submitted to the strict schedule that Sean had drawn up, Conor got easily distracted. The other contestants all loved Conor. Thousands of fans wrote messages on Instagram. Sean had to make sure that this affirmation wasn’t getting to Conor’s head.
Sean would claim Conor’s virginity. Then, Conor would remember where he belonged.
It was the morning of the Live Shows when Sean woke up early. He put on his workout clothes and slipped out of the room without waking up his angel brother. He was alone in the gym. The beats of the sound system were filling the room and Sean was pumped. He did half an hour of cardio and completed another twenty minutes of core and bench press. This was a day Sean would never forget.
And neither would Conor, Sean thought to himself as he adjusted his semi hard, thick cock that was twitching in anticipation.
When he was done, he walked back to his hotel room. Conor was still asleep, but not for long. Sean stood next to him and jerked his cock. It didn’t take long: the image of his sleeping brother was too sexy.
Soon, you’ll only dream of my cock plowing your ass!
As he felt his balls tensing up and the orgasming approaching, Sean reached out and shook Conor’s shoulder. Conor woke up immediately, looked up, saw his masturbating brother and reacted exactly how he was trained.
Like a reflex, Conor sat up and opened his mouth. Sean moaned and aimed. The shots of cum went directly into Conor’s mouth. Then, Sean grabbed Conor by the head and pushed his still cock into Conor’s throat, pumping more and more jizz. He filled another six loads into his little brother’s mouth and pulled out his cock.
Conor swallowed several times and opened his mouth. There was no cum left.
“Good boy.” Sean said.
Conor smiled.
“As a reward, I’ll tell you who the special guest is going to be in the Live Shows tonight.” Sean said.
Conor wiped his mouth and jumped on the bed in excitement. “Is it Robbie Williams?”
“Even better.” Sean responded. “Harry Styles. He’ll perform two songs.”
“No way!” Conor shouted and jumped in the air.
“Now let’s get in the shower, we still have a lot of practice.” Sean said and took off his workout clothes.
The brothers showered together, got dressed, grabbed an apple and a can of Dr. Pepper and went for the practice hall. Their competitive advantage over all the other contestants was that they had endless energy. They could live on junk food, never complained and never needed a break.
They were the first in the dressing room. Only the styling team of the show was present. Sean’s favorite part of the day was choosing the outfits. He quickly found black jeans and a beige jacket that he liked. Conor, however, was like a lost puppy. He tried on many different shirts, pants and jackets - but it was hopeless. After a while, there were three style coaches from X Factor trying to help out choosing matching clothes.
Conor was in boxer shorts most of the time, jumping in and out of outfits. Sean loved to see the prominent bulge of Conor flopping up and down, left and right as he dressed and undressed. The people pulling on Conor’s clothes caused the bulge to grow bigger. Everyone seemed to notice - but Conor. The professional styling staff stole a couple of glances and enjoyed being able to touch Conor’s perfect body.
Eventually, Sean intervened. He took only two seconds to find a perfect outfit that complimented his own. Conor loved it. And so did everybody else.
“I’ll ask you right away next time. I always forget that you know best anyway.” Conor said with a smile.
“You should never forget.” Sean said and ruffled his brother’s hair, a little more forcefully than necessary.
Sean was in good spirits.
Then, they practiced.
The practice didn’t go well.
Sean didn’t know why. Conor was able to let loose.
Sean had written a perfect rap, but Conor didn’t connect with the song. Especially during the first half, Conor seemed very disconnected.
How do I let him connect to the song?
Sean called a break. He went out on the balcony of the rehearsal hall and took a couple of deep breaths. The cold air brought a lot of clarity. Sean had an idea.
“Stand in the middle of the room.” Sean said. “Then, close your eyes.”
Conor had a questioning look but followed Sean’s orders.
Sean went to his bag and pulled out one of his scarfs. He went to Conor and blindfolded him with his scarf.
“Sing the song.” Sean said. “Don’t let anything distract you.”
Conor lifted the microphone and started singing. His raspy teen boy voice filled the room. It was good, but not great.
Sean stood behind his singing brother and started to run his fingers across his brothers body.
Conor got goosebumps all over his body.
Sean’s fingers found Conor’s shoulders, ran over his back, cupped Conors butt cheeks and then touched Conor’s bulge.
Conor stopped singing, breathing heavily.
“Continue.” Sean said and squeezed his brothers hardening cock. Seans own cock was growing quickly and he pressed his hard bulge against his brothers hips.
Conor started again from the beginning.
With quick moves, Sean pulled Conor’s cock out his pants and slowly jerked off his singing blindfolded brother. Finding the rhythm of the song, Sean pulled his brothers cock back and forth. It worked: Conor’s voice got softer, more raw, and more vulnerable. He found the soul of the song. It was magic.
“Don’t get distracted.” Sean whispered. Then, he nibbled on Conor’s left ear and began to kiss Conor’s neck.
Conor’s body tensed up. Conor was going to cum.
This was exactly what Sean had waited for. As Conor’s orgasm was approaching, Sean pulled down Conor’s pants, spat on his hand and slid in between Conor’s butt cheeks. He pushed his middle finger into his brothers anus while he kept jerking his brother’s cock.
Conor didn’t know what was happening. He felt his orgasm approaching. Sean found his brothers virgin hole and pushed his finger in and out of Conor’s asshole. Conor screamed in pain as the first wave of his orgasm overwhelmed him completely.
Sean wasn’t done yet.
As one stream of cum after the other shot out of Conor’s cock, Sean kept wanking him off, keeping his brother’s cock hard even after the orgasm was over.
Then, the second phase set in.
He pushed Conor’s upper body forwards, causing him to bend over. He pulled his finger out of his ass, spat directly on Conor’s exposed asshole and inserted two fingers simultaneously. He reached around and slowly milked Conor’s cock as he fucked him with his fingers.
The sensations were opening up a completely new world for little Conor. He moaned and gasped as Sean felt his brother’s balls tense up again.
After not allowing him to jerk off for such a long time, Conor seemed to have built up enough cum for more than one orgasm. The prostate massage of the strong, knowing fingers and the continued milking pushed Conor over the edge. Within three minutes, Conor felt the second orgasm building up all over his body. He shot another load and then sank to his knees.
Sean knelt beside his exhausted brother, kissed him on the cheek and slowly pulled out his fingers.
“You couldn’t sing because you weren’t complete.” Sean whispered. “You need your holes filled. All of your holes. You know it’s true.”
Conor was still paralyzed. He had waited for many days to be allowed to cum again. This orgasm, however, was a lot more than he had bargained for.
“I did everything I can.” Sean said. “I need you to make the people vote us through! That’s your part of the deal. Will you do that?”
Conor nodded and pulled up his pants. “I’ll do my best.”
Conors cheeks were still blushing. He seemed to still struggle with the realization that his hole had been so eager. It had felt so good!
They only had time for one more rehearsal, then it was their turn on the stage.
Just before they walked out on stage, Sean reached into Conor’s pants and slid his finger between Conor’s butt cheeks. Conor almost jumped and Sean knew his finger had the desired effect: a quick rush of sexual stimulation through Conor’s young, inexperienced body.
The audience was in a good mood. Harry Styles’ performances had been magnificent. He had approached both Sean and Conor backstage and Sean had had the opportunity to chat with the singing stud for a few seconds.
Sean and Conor’s performance went … well, mediocre at best. The applause was huge. But the other contestants did a very good job as well. The result was terrible news: to Sean’s dismay, they ended up being one of the last two contestants.
They almost went home.
Sean was furious.
Doesn’t he know that this was their only chance?
Sean knew that only the top two contestants of any talent show would gain enough screen time during the competition to launch an independent career. All the others would drift away with the ebb and disappear completely before the next flow of talent show contestants would overflow the TV and social media channels, washing away any memory the people whose three minutes were up.
Completely oblivious to that reality, Conor exchanged hugs and relieved laughter with the other surviving contestants. Everybody was jumping around the stage. The judges had already left. The audience was streaming towards the exits.
Sean retreated from the crowd and went back to the room. He crawled under the bed and gathered the parcels he had ordered two days ago. He tore open the boxes and unpacked a leather blindfold, two pairs of handcuffs and thick, black velvet rope.
Conor’s anal introduction obviously didn’t go far enough.
Sean used the stairs instead of the elevator to get back to the auditorium. The sounds of the celebration party were beaming through the hallway. Sean didn’t meet anybody except for a few hotel staff carrying more beer and snacks for the party. They all nodded Sean and greeted him with friendly nods.
Sean returned the greeting with a smile.
They had no idea what he was hiding under his hoodie.
Instead of using the main entrance, Sean chose the emergency staircase just outside the auditorium. He walked up eight stories before he entered the auditorium.
He was standing on the balcony that was the seating area for the contestants during the show so that they could watch their competition performing.
The balcony was filled with complete darkness and not visible to the people below.
He pulled out his phone and sent a text to his brother.
“Look up.”
Sean could see Conor drinking a beer with the hot, smiling boys from Rak-Su when he got the text. He looked at his phone, took a step back from the other boys and then looked up, searching for his brother.
Sean switched on the flashlight on his phone for half a second.
Conor noticed the flicker.
“Come up. Now.” Sean wrote in another text.
Conor turned around at once, left the group and moved towards the exit.
Sean opened the door and allowed Conor to slip onto the platform with him.
Conor was impressed. Being afraid of heights, he stayed close to Sean and took in the szene in awe.
“You drink beer now?” Sean asked.
Conor looked down.
“I just wanted a taste.” He said.
“You know I promised mother to look after you.” Sean said and looked Conor deep in his eyes.
“Drink it up.” Sean said.
“Wait, what?” Conor didn’t understand.
“If you think you’re such a tough man, drink it, all of it.”
Conor looked confused, but put the bottle on his lips. Sean grabbed the the bottle and pushed it in his brother’s mouth. The beer rushed in Conor’s mouth, beer foam flowing out of the corners of his mouth. Sean held up the bottle as Conor tried to swallow everything quick enough. Sean put the empty beer bottle down. The stench of beer filled Sean’s nose.
“Good boy.” Sean said. “It’s gonna calm your nerves.”
Conor smiled. “Will it, really?”
“I’ll prove it. You won’t be as afraid of heights. Stand by the bannister, put your hands on the hand railing and look down. You’ll be fine.”
Conor inched towards the banister, noticing his fear of hights decreasing, and did as Sean had told him.
“You’re right.” He said quietly.
Sean stood directly behind him.
Then, he clicked the handcuffs around Conor’s wrists. Each of his wrists were locked in place at the hand railing. Conor turned around to protest but Sean was prepared. He pulled out the Conor’s used underwear from yesterday and cramped it into Conor’s mouth. Conor’s eyes were wide in shock when Sean covered them as well with the blindfold.
“Everything will come full circle today.” Sean whispered in Conor’s ear. “Big performance, your first beer - it’s time to become a man.”
Conor tried to spit out his mouth gag, but Sean pushed it deep in his mouth with his fingers.
“Don’t worry. You look pretty.” Sean said and gave Conor a slap on his cute little butt.
The party below as in full force, people were shouting and screaming while they drowned the pressure of the competition in a lot of alcohol.
Sean stood behind his immobilized brother and took in the view. He touched his brother’s body, felt his shoulders, his strong athletic torso, his perfectly round butt cheeks and his slender legs.
He reached from behind to open Conor’s belt buckle and his pants. He pulled them down all the way to Conor’s knees. This way, his legs were forced together, keeping all movement to a minimum.
This will make him even tighter.
Sean knelt down and spread Conor’s ass. He could see the little pink asshole between Conor’s hairless ass cheeks. Conor was clenching his ass.
He must be quite nervous.
However, Sean was not a patient man. Especially, when he was horny. And horny he was. He had waited for this moment for a long time.
Sean’s cock was leaking precum. He was rock hard. He pulled out his large member and grabbed Conor’s hips. He pointed his cock head towards his brother’s tight rosebud.
What a cute, perfect, innocent ass Conor had.
The wiggling was pointless. There was no escape.
With one rough thrust, Sean ran his entire cock into Conor’s asshole. If it wasn’t for the mouth gag, Conor would have shouted down the entire city block. With the mouth gag, it was a muffled scream that gave Sean great satisfaction.
Conor will never forget this moment! I’m engraved in his memory forever!
He loved how Conor’s body was tensing up, how his asshole was clenched around his shaft, how Conor was shifting his weight from one foot to the other - as if this was helping him escape the pain.
Sean started fucking.
Conor was not used to the big flesh sausage setting fire to his asshole yet. But Sean was ready for the ride.
With strong thrusts, Sean fucked his brother deep and fast. He enjoyed his balls slapping into his brother’s butt. He enjoyed every second.
Virgin asses are the best!
He had deflowered a couple of boys in his home town. Most of them had screamed at first, but these little slut boys were all the same: At the beginning, they all ask for big cock. When they have the cock shoved into them, they scream and cry. After about twenty minutes, they get used to it and from that moment on, they need big cock every day.
Sean picked up the speed and reached for Conor’s hear, pulling back his head. He could see that there were tears running down Conor’s cheeks from under the blindfold.
You’ll get over it. All bottoms do.
The slapping of the energetic fuck got faster and faster.
Then, Sean noticed that Conor’s cock was slowly getting hard.
I knew it.
Conor’s cock was leaking precum, swinging back and forth from the quick pounding his ass was receiving.
Conor’s screams had turned into moans.
Sean’s mission was to create the biggest memory of Conor’s life. He was going to make Connor an anal cum slut. He would fuck him until Conor came three times.
The first cum shot of Conor didn’t take long.
The anal sensation was still new to his brother. Simply from the perfect eight inches cock sliding in and out of his love tunnel, Conor got completely hard. Without any touches, Conor tensed up and jizzed. Sean was ready for it. He held the beer bottle directly in front of Conor’s jizzing cock, collecting at least half of the love juice.
When Sean pulled out, Conor probably expected the spectacle to be over. He stood up straight, waiting to be untied.
Sean had other plans.
He knelt behind his brother, spread his ass cheeks and started kissing the burning asshole that had just received its first pounding.
The first rim job that Conor received was exactly what he needed. He pushed out his ass as Sean was making love to his butthole. Slow kisses, soft touches of the tongue and circular motions caused Conor to moan.
Then, Sean began to jerk off his brother’s cock while he fingered his ass. In and out, in and out. With his soft lips, Sean kissed Conor’s ass, caressed his cheeks, caressed his legs with his fingers, played with his balls and went back to rimming his brothers hole.
Conor came a second time. Again, Sean collected everything in the beer bottle.
Again, Conor expected the session to be over.
Again, Conor was wrong.
Sean grabbed the rope and - before Conor’s cock went soft - he tied the rope around Conors balls and shaft that forced Conor’s cock to stay hard. Like a dog’s lead, Sean had Conor by the balls.
Sean spit in his hand and massaged Conor’s sensitive cock that was still rock hard. Conor moaned, begging for a break.
Sean pulled down Conor’s pants completely, freeing his legs. Then, he pulled Conor’s right leg sidewas and put it next to Conor’s right hand on the handrail.
Conor’s ass was on perfect display, completely vulnerable.
It was time for act three.
“Are you thirsty?” Sean asked.
Conor nodded.
“Don’t scream.” He said.
Conor nodded again.
Conor opened his mouth. Before he knew what was happening, it was too late. Sean held the beer bottle to his face, Conor’s lips wrapped around the bottleneck.
Sean slid his cock back into Conor’s asshole while two of Conor’s loads were slowly dripping back into Conor’s mouth. He pulled the rope, teasing Conor’s cock that was so hard it was about to explode.
Sean had never experience a bottom reacting so strongly from his anal fucking. Sean’s cock seemed to hit Conor’s prostate with every stroke.
I guess we truly are made for each other.
Conor drank the entire bottle of cum beer, Sean put down the bottle and starting kissing Conor from behind.
“Do you love me?” Sean whispered.
“I love you.” Conor said between his moans.
“Good.” Sean said.
It was time for the finale.
While fucking Conor, Sean opened the right hand cuff, grabbed Conor’s arm and twisted it behind Conor’s back. This discomfort caused Conor to contract his anus, providing a passionate dick massage to Sean’s pulsing, ravaging cock.
This was too much. Sean tensed up and plowed Conor with the hardest, strongest fuck strokes of his life. Pounding his thick cock through Conor’s teen boy hole, he knew that he was about to cum.
He reached down and massaged Conor’s glistening cock head with each stroke.
They both came at the same moment, their mouths entangled in a lustful brotherly kiss.
When he came for a third time, Conor’s knee almost gave in. Sean had to hold him by his slender hips, while he plowed his own jizz into his brother’s ass, filling him up with his cum.
Sean pulled out and pulled both of their pants. Then, he untied Conor and took away the blindfold.
Conor’s eyes were still red from the tears, but he was beaming, proud of what had just happened.
“You’re a man now.” Sean said. “My little man.” Then, Sean gave Conor a kiss on the forehead.
Conor wrapped his arms around Sean and hugged him as tight as he could. “I love you.”
You have no idea what I have in store for you.
Back in their room, the took a shower together and put on their most comfortable pajamas. They put on a rerun of Game of Thrones, their favorite show.
Conor fell asleep right away.
Sean was about to go to sleep when he received a text from a blocked number:
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11th of November 2017; 11:29pm
Meet me in my office tomorrow at 10pm or you’re out of the show.
Come alone.
S
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Sean’s heart began to pound.
Was S standing for Simon?
What was the text referring to?
Had someone seen them? Sean had made sure that their balcony fuck spot was not visible from anywhere.
Whatever this was, I will be able to handle it.
As Sean fell asleep, he felt satisfied. He had Conor under control. This was the most important thing in the world.
However, a part of him couldn’t help worrying that his influence over Conor was in immediate danger.
He wrapped his arms around his sleeping brother, took a deep breath and drifted off into a deep sleep.
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WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN SEAN CONFRONTS THE SENDER OF THE MESSAGE? WILL THE CLOSE BOND BETWEEN THE BROTHERS SURVIVE?
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