Hey guys - part 5 is here. Thanks for all the suggestions, keep them coming and I'll keep going. The stories are fictional, and I do not know any of the celebrities, I have nothing to do with TOTP or the BBC - I'm just an ordinary guy, who likes to fantasise. This part of the series does contain some more extreme sex - involving a fist - so be prepared.
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Robbie Williams was fed up. Fed up of singing and performing, and he wanted a break. He was sick to death of the music industry, especially these acts who just had overnight success. He had worked really hard before he got his first number one, but some acts just swooped in straight away - Westlife had had 10 number ones, without even trying, and these Pop Idol contestants were just riding a wave of publicity. He really wanted to take his frustration out on something...or somebody.
Walking down the corridor to his dressing room, he noticed the guys from Westlife down at the end of the corridor. God, he thought, I could teach them a lesson. He smiled weakly at the Irish lads, and they smiled back, but really he wanted to get his own back on them. He really hated the fact that they had had a string of number ones, without apparently having worked for them. He noticed one of the lads break away from the group, and start walking towards him.
Robbie walked up to the door of his dressing room, and started to walk in when he was caught by an Irish voice, "Rob, wait!". He wheeled round, and found himself looking at Kian Egan, who obviously wanted to talk to him.
"Alright, Kian," said Robbie, trying to be pleasant.
"Hi, yeah, I wanted a word," said Kian, acting businessman-like.
"OK...come in," said Robbie. The pair walked into Robbie's dressing-room, shutting the door behind them. He walked over to his mini-fridge and pulled out a chilled bottle of water. "You want one?"
"No thanks," said Kian, sitting on the arm of Robbie's large sofa. "I was wondering..."
"Yeah?" said Robbie, not sure where this conversation was going to go.
"...um...well, we've had a lot of success, you know..." continued Kian, looking down at the floor. Robbie got the impression that Kian was struggling, and he could really take advantage of that.
"You sure have," he interrupted, raising his voice aggressively. "Ten number ones, and you haven't even had to work for them!"
"Hey!" said Kian, surprised by Robbie's tone. "I just came here for advice!"
"I don't care, you know!" continued Robbie, almost shouting. "I worked hard for ages before I got a number one, and you lot just come in and hit the top spot every time! It's just not fair on everyone else!"
"I don't wanna hear this!" shouted Kian, standing up and walking towards the door. Robbie dived forwards and blocked Kian's exit.
"You can't leave now - I'm not through with you yet!" said Robbie, anger in his eyes. He locked the door and threw the bottle of water to the floor. Before Kian knew what was happening, Robbie had rugby-tackled him down onto the sofa. Kian tried to struggle, and call for someone, fearing that Robbie would beat him up. Robbie covered Kian's mouth, and stopped him from yelling.
"I've been thinking..." said Robbie calmly, a glint in his eye, "How could I punish you...I was thinking I could sabotage your record sales, but that would be too complicated..." Kian was confused and worried what Robbie would do next. "Then I thought something more physical would be more appropriate, so I thought I could beat you up, but that was too simple..." There was fear in Kian's eyes now as Robbie continued, "And I wanted to humiliate you...what better way than to have you on the floor, and have my cock up your arse?"
Kian relaxed slightly - so Robbie wanted to fuck him? That wouldn't be too bad, he thought. I've been fucked by the other guys in the band, and by Ronan, and Robbie is extremely hot. Kian started to like the idea, but he didn't show it on his face. He had to make Robbie think that this was a punishment. Getting fucked by Robbie, a dream come true.
Robbie then leant over Kian and sniffed round his face. "I can smell the fear..." he said, almost laughing. Kian kept the worried expression on his face, but was now eager to have Robbie's cock inside him. Robbie roughly grabbed Kian and threw him onto the floor. "Get that arse out for me to see, boy!" shouted Robbie, forcefully.
Kian quickly obeyed, undoing his buttons and sliding down his jeans and boxers to expose his tanned arse. He waited on hands and knees, waiting for Robbie to make his next move. Robbie shouted again, "And the shirt - I want you naked on the floor, Westlife boy!" Kian undid the buttons on his shirt and quickly threw the shirt into the corner of the room, and then was completely naked.
Robbie shouted, "Turn around!" and Kian did so. Kian had inadvertently got hard thinking about his imminent fucking from Britain's King of Pop, and his 8in cock was now sticking out as he sat there on the floor. "Ah! We're hard, are we?" continued Robbie, angrily. "Well - let's see what I've got for you!"
At that, Robbie whipped off his T-shirt and pulled down his combat trousers to reveal a large tent in his boxers. Kian tried not to look excited, but was starting to sweat with anticipation. "You see this, boy?" shouted Robbie.
"Yes..." whispered Kian, trying to be humble.
"Your arse is going to stretched beyond belief - isn't it!?"
"Yes..." said Kian again, quietly.
"You're going to suck my big cock, boy! You'll be my little cocksucker!"
"Yes..." whimpered Kian, putting on a very convincing act. He slid forward and pulled down Robbie's boxers, allowing Robbie's 10in cock to stick out freely. Kian couldn't control himself, and his mouth closed over Robbie's cock. He tried to keep a pained expression, to convince Robbie that he didn't want to be doing this, but he was secretly enjoying every second. He sucked up and down Robbie's thick shaft, getting it ready to pound his arse.
"Mmmm..." moaned Robbie, "You know what's coming next, my little cocksucker?" Robbie, after a few more moments, pushed Kian off, and tackled him down again.
Kian's acting was very convincing, and Robbie stared deep into his eyes. "Scared?" whispered Robbie. Kian nodded, and Robbie turned Kian over onto hands and knees. Kian stuck his arse out, without realising, and Robbie positioned his hard cock between Kian's cheeks. "Here it comes, boy..." shouted Robbie, also sweating with anticipation, "Your life will never be the same again..."
With that, Robbie plunged his cock into Kian's arse. Kian yelled as if in pain, when he was really having the time of his life. Robbie couldn't see his face, but he was grinning from ear to ear, as he moaned. Robbie thrusted in and out of Kian's hole until Robbie's whole 10in were in, and Kian could feel Robbie's pubes rubbing against his arse. The sweat was running down Robbie's hairy chest as he pumped in and out of Kian, and Kian bucked back and forth in rhythm with Robbie's fucking.
Robbie's moaned uncontrollably, and shouted, "Who's the King of Pop, boy?"
"You are!!!" said Kian, still trying to control his sensations. Kian was biting his lip to stop from moaning with pleasure, because if he did, he would give the game away. Robbie continued pounding his arse for ten minutes, occasionally yelling insults at the Irish singer. Kian took it all in his stride - he was being fucked by Robbie Williams, and he was loving every minute. Robbie was soon dripping with sweat, and he pulled back on Kian's hips for his final thrusts.
Robbie came in waves into Kian's hole, coating the inside with his sticky load. Kian sighed as he felt Robbie's spunk in his arse, and Robbie pulled his cock out. Kian looked over his shoulder at Robbie, stared at Robbie's muscular chest and stomach, and moaned. Robbie heard this and glared at Kian.
"What was THAT??" shouted Robbie.
"Nothing..." said Kian, looking afraid again.
"You didn't enjoy that did you???" Robbie continued.
"No, sir..." whispered Kian, trying to look worried.
"Well - I think I can punish you even more for that!!" laughed Robbie, and he glared again at Kian. Kian didn't know what Robbie meant, but he soon found out.
Robbie turned Kian over again so that Kian was lying on his back. Robbie lifted Kian's legs up into the air so that Kian's freshly fucked arsehole was visible. Robbie glared at Kian and laughed, before plunging three fingers hard into Kian's hole. Kian was taken aback, and moaned uncontrollably at the sensation of Robbie's fingers. Robbie pumped in and out a few times, then inserted a fourth finger. Kian had been fucked by many guys over the years, unbeknown to Robbie, so his arse was used to being well stretched. Kian tried to look in pain, but now couldn't control his moaning as Robbie's fingers thrust in and out of his hole.
Robbie saw that Kian was moaning hard, and was probably enjoying it. He then 'punished' Kianby pumping hard into Kian's arse and getting his thumb inside. Kian's arse was now stretched more than ever before, and it was painful for him. Kian yelled loudly in real pain, but he didn't want Robbie to stop. Robbie managed to force his fist up to the wrist, pumping in and out all the time.
Kian's voice was raised in a constant yell of pain and pleasure. He wanted to shout, "More!!" to Robbie, but he had to control himself. His tanned chest was covered in sweat, and his pelvis was thrusted back and forth by Robbie's fisting. Robbie then went for a final surge, and forced half his forearm up into Kian's hole, stretching Kian's arse wide.
Kian yelled again at the sensation, and without having to be touched, his cock spurted eight waves of cum over his sweaty chest. Robbie smirked and laughed as he looked at Kian - he thought he had well and truly humiliated him. He pulled his arm out of Kian's arse, and stood up. Getting dressed, he didn't need to say a word. He had fucked the Westlife star, and forced his arm up Kian's hole. He had Kian lying in a sweaty, cum-covered heap on the floor, totally humiliated. He walked out into the corridor, satisfied with himself.
Kian reached over to have a drink from Robbie's water bottle. Robbie didn't know it, but that was Kian's most intense ever orgasm, and he had just had the time of his life. Kian wasn't humiliated, but had convinced Robbie with his act. Kian stood up, and looked at himself in the mirror - he looked a mess, but he felt incredible.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door. The other four guys from Westlife entered, and stared at Kian. They smiled and laughed, as Kian turned around with a huge grin on his face. "That was incredible...!" Kian smiled, "Guys, we have got to get more number ones!"
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OK, that's that for part five. Lots of requests for Kian - so I made it as aggressive as I could. Hope you liked it - keep suggestions and comments coming to muinimula@hotmail.com because if I don't get comments, the stories will stop coming. And we wouldn't want that, would we!