Well, here's story unlucky number 13 - someone's unlucky in this story...getting tied up by their ex-bandmate...well, you'll see...I'll say again that I have nothing to do with the BBC (who make Top Of The Pops), and the story should be read as fiction - this bears no resemblance to the real celebrities.
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It was widely believed that the demise of Steps had been caused by two of the members, H and Claire. These two had now become a duo, releasing their own material after Steps had broken up. Of course, thousands of fans were devastated when they heard that Steps were finished, but not everyone in the band was happy about the split either...
After the 'new-duo-on-the-block' H & Claire had done a performance on stage, they had wanted a breather. What with TV presenting and their new pop career as a duo, the pair's free time was becoming increasingly sparse, so the few moments of quiet they had were very precious. They didn't have long before they were supposed to leave for another engagement, so H had decided to have a rest in his dressing-room to catch up on a bit of sleep.
He arranged to meet up with Claire about 45 minutes later in the bar, and walked to his room. On entering, he looked around and decided he could probably get quite comfortable on the decent-sized sofa, so he shook off his shoes and closed the door behind him. He undid a couple of buttons on his shirt, to cool off slightly, and was just about to lie down, when he thought he heard a noise.
H listened closely again, but heard nothing more, and thought nothing of it. As his eyes closed for a few moments, he was unaware of someone entering quietly from the bathroom. The man had hidden in H's bathroom, waiting for his return, so he could spring his attack. H did not hear the footsteps approaching the sofa from behind until it was too late, and the figure loomed over H's head. Opening his eyes briefly, H was now confronted with a grinning face - not a friendly grin, but a mean grin - a grin with intent. Before H could really focus on who the man was, he was pushed hard off the sofa onto the floor.
H was winded by this sudden attack, and lay stunned on his stomach for a few seconds. The stranger had come prepared, and a few seconds were all he needed. He had quickly passed a short length of rope around H's wrists, tying them tightly together before H knew what was happening. The man standing above then pulled H over onto his back, so that H could see who the attacker was.
"Lee?" he said, with a puzzled look on his face.
"Alright, H?" asked Lee, enjoying looking down at H on the floor. "How's it going?"
"Fine...yeah..." replied H, still confused to the situation. "What's this about?"
"Just a little something I've been planning," Lee answered, with a suspicious smile on his face. He paced back and forth, with his hands behind his back, while H lay uncomfortably. "Where's Claire?"
"I said I'd meet her in the bar later," said H, now beginning to struggle.
"Oh, don't struggle," Lee said quickly, his face now completely straight. "You'll spoil my fun." H remained on the floor, still confused about his ex-bandmates actions. Lee leant down, running his hand over H's perspiring forehead, whispering, "And we wouldn't want that..." He jabbed H in the side, catching him by surprise and winding him.
"Now," Lee continued, standing again. "We're going to have a little chat..."
"Alright," agreed H, sitting himself up against the sofa. Lee sat on the floor against the wall opposite H, and the 'chat' began.
"You remember the times we had in Steps, right?" Lee started, almost smiling.
"Yeah, five amazing years..."
"And you decided that should finish?" continued Lee, the smile dropping.
"Well...with Claire, we thought the time had come..."
"You realise you never thanked me..." Lee interrupted, growing increasingly agitated.
"Thanked you for what?" asked H.
"I let you..." Lee paused for a moment, seemingly upset. "I let you fuck my arse for five years, man..."
"Oh, come on..." said H quietly. You may not believe it, but H had always been the bossy, overbearing guy in Steps. In the outside world, H had been the joker of the group, but behind closed doors, he had exerted his control over Lee, and had fucked Lee's arse whenever he felt like it. He never thought twice about it, as Lee had always gone along with it. Until now...
"I NEVER GOT TO FUCK YOUR ARSE ONCE!" shouted Lee, filled with emotion.
"Look," stuttered H, "You can't talk to me like that..."
"FIVE YEARS!" Lee continued, "FIVE YEARS OF SUBMISSION TO YOU!" Lee's face was growing red with anger now.
"I enjoyed every minute!" said H, almost forgetting he was tied up.
"Don't say anything..." Lee said quietly. "You see, H, I've figured out how you can repay me...repay me for five years of giving in to you..."
"You can't do anything to me," laughed H, still trying to exert power over Lee. "You don't have the balls! After five years of my cock up your arse, you turn round and say you're not happy? You're not a man - you're a weak little cocksucker, you're..."
"SHUT UP!!!" yelled Lee, silencing H. He continued softly, "I'm not taking this any more. You're out of my life now, and I have to get something back on you, or I'll never forgive myself..." He walked over, and knelt next to H, saying, "It's time for you to get a good fucking..."
Lee stood, and began unbuckling his belt. H, lying motionless on the floor, asked, "What do you mean?" Lee didn't respond, but reached down to pull H up off the floor. He pulled the rope round H's wrists, and led H into the bathroom. Despite H struggling, Lee was strong enough to keep H's wrists tightly held, and he used his belt to fasten the rope to the towel rail. H was now unable to move more than a foot or so, his hands tied against the tiled wall.
H heard Lee leave the room, and could see him return out of the corner of his eye. Lee, it seemed, had come fully prepared, and was pulling out a small length of thick tape, which he drew across H's mouth, to stop him shouting out. H was not happy at being controlled like this, and moaned his protests from behind the tape. H thought the only good thing to come out of the situation would be to get a big cock up his arse. Over the years in Steps, H had been fucked by several guys, but he had always maintained his control over Lee. H began to warm to the idea of having Lee's hard 10in cock pumping inside him, although he still wasn't happy about being tied up.
Still, Lee was getting his revenge, and began getting himself ready. He pulled off his blue shirt, exposing his well-muscled torso, and slipped his baggy trousers to the floor. Although not hard yet, his cock was expectant, and ready for action. Lee reached round and undid H's black jeans, pulling them down to his ankles. H's grey boxers were stretched across his cheeks, and Lee began to stroke up and down H's crack, through the material.
H moaned, and Lee could not tell if it was another protest, or a moan of pleasure. He continued to stroke H's arse, while pulling the boxers down. Soon, the boxers slid down to H's ankles, and his arse was exposed. Lee dived in immediately with his tongue, to prepare the way for his hardening cock.
Although he wouldn't like to admit it, H was enjoying Lee's tongue inside his arse. He couldn't wait to get fucked by the hunk behind him - he just wished he was in control, and giving Lee instructions. He moaned again as Lee's tongue lapped inside his hole. Lee pushed harder into H's passage, and H's muscles relaxed to let Lee in further. Suddenly, Lee reached up under H's arse, and grabbed onto his low-hanging balls, giving them a tight squeeze. H groaned once more, and felt his own cock reaching full hardness. Lee continued rimming, as H's hole relaxed further, and continued tugging hard on H's sack.
After a few more minutes, H was sweating hard with pleasure and bucking back and forth with every tug on his balls. He wished he could command Lee to start tugging on his 8in cock, but could only continue groaning. The sensation suddenly finished, and Lee stood back from H's sweaty arse. H wanted to shout at Lee to get on with it, but it came after a few seconds. Lee's 10in shaft began pressing into H, and Lee pulled H's cheeks wide as he thrust inwards. Once inside, he began pumping, while clawing on H's back with his nails.
H groaned from behind the tape, and felt his own legs weakening. Lee held H's hips in place as he pummelled his ex-bandmate's arse. Lee's sweat began trickling down his muscled chest, collecting at his damp crotch. His pulsing cock was jabbing at H's prostate, and H's muffled shouts of pleasure were increasing. H's own cock was dripping precum onto the floor, without anyone touching it.
Lee's balls were bouncing back and forth with every thrust, slapping the bottom of H's cheeks loudly. Lee's hips seemed to be grinding deeper and deeper with every thrust, and his damp pubes were pushed tight against H's crack. He forced all 10in hard into H's tight passage for what seemed like hours. The repeated pummelling on his prostate caused H's cock to spasm waves of cum onto the floor, accompanied by loud moans.
Soon, Lee was pumping faster than ever, and he took hold of H's shoulders to push in harder for his last thrusts. He sent pools of spunk into H and shouted loudly at the top of his voice thoughout. His hard, sweaty torso collapsed forward onto H's broad back. The pair both continued moaning as Lee's cock softened and slipped out of H's hole.
Lee decided to leave H tied while he had a quick shower and prepared to leave. Once redressed, he walked over to his ex-bandmate, and leant down to strip the tape from his mouth. H growled in pain as the tape came off, but he managed to speak. It was not what Lee expected, though: "Amazing..."
After untying H's wrists, Lee left H in a happy heap on the bathroom floor. He slipped, unseen, out of the studios, happy with himself that he had finally exerted some authority over H, after all those years of submission. Revenge is sweet...
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There's part 13, then. Send comments, requests, suggestion to me: I need them, or the stories won't be appearing anymore. Send them to muinimula@hotmail.com if you want to carry on reading about your favourite pop stars in hot and sweaty situations. I'll be waiting...