Five Boys One Band

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I welcome all replies, comments, etc. I'd love to hear from you. Now for something completely self-indulgent and just kinda silly. A standalone story about a gay boy band (fictional). Why the fuck not?

(The song they are promoting is based on a real song by a real group. No copyright infringement intended pls don't sue me.)

• Readerguy

Five Boys One Band: MOTIV8TION ------ Part I. The year was 2024. The place was the studio where they filmed The Tonight Show in New York City. The people involved were, naturally, Jimmy Fallon and the studio audience but more importantly: America's latest pop curiosity. A boy band--and me, the guy who had just joined on to help save said band's reputation as they stumbled their way out of a forced hiatus. Going back to the year 2022, which was the year the TV survival show aired which would result in said boy band: The Next American Boy Band. A really obvious title, and an unoriginal concept. But me at sixteen years old, at first just a regular viewer, was tuned in. As were millions of others worldwide. A year later, the final product: MOTIV8TION. Spelled in all caps, with an 8 instead of an 'A'. America's next boy band. Their lineup lasted a paltry eight months and two songs before two of their members suddenly left, in a massive upset that rocked their fans and viewers. Management scrambled, and, oddly enough, instead of grabbing someone who had been on the show, they decided on a completely unknown person. "A wild card with that X factor," is what their smarmy, three-dollar Jay Leno-ass manager told me over a Zoom call. "We think that that's you, Ren." And with absolutely no insight into how any of this worked, I was just over the moon they'd chosen me. Me, Ren Aonuma, a minimally recognisable online person, with a sizeable following. Seventeen thousand-some subscribers across all my platforms wasn't shabby at all. Not that that meant anything against the 2.4 GPA that led me to dropping out of college when it came to my disappointed Asian parents. But it no longer mattered. I was no longer just some guy. I was seventeen and my life was changed anew. For their end, Motivation had been put on hiatus since their lineup was forcibly shrunk. It'd been crickets for months. I was one of their fans; was so worried they were over. They had a lot to prove. And shit, so did I. My small league of subscribers knew me, but that was a drop in the pond compared to, say, the entire world. But I had the talent to stand next to them, I knew that. I knew I could sing and dance my way out of a paper bag, even if I hadn't been on TV alongside them to prove it. Now I had to prove it to the viewers of The Tonight Show. The Tonight Show! Part of me wondered if I wasn't in over my head. Now I was eighteen and I had only one chance at this. Soundcheck had been hours ago, and the carefully media-trained interview had already happened. All the rest of them had been here before, and they were bantering easily with Jimmy goddamn Fallon like they were old friends. It boggled the mind, realising just how little I knew about this industry, this life. They tossed me a couple of obvious questions like, "how does it feel being the new guy? Is it hard?" and I practically read the answers off my hand like a grade school exam. All smiles and pleasant, polite nods. It was all so trite, but part of the job. I don't know if the audience knew what to make of me yet. I sure as shit knew my new bandmates didn't. Through the months of practice, recording, and content creation, I felt like I had barely actually gotten to know them. Reactions to my existence ranged from cautious enthusiasm to curt, tacit professionalism. Turns out, it didn't matter what the job was. A coworker was a coworker. And I was the new guy that wandered in, with everything to prove and everything to lose. Now, we awaited the performance. The other four of them were already so used to this, so they didn't seem nearly as agitated as I was. And I definitely was; I felt about ready to throw up. With all the stars in my eyes at the time of signing, I didn't realise so much of Motivation's comeback was hinged on this performance. Their first day back on the job. If I fucked it up, I was cooked, and so was their reputation. Untethered, I milled about behind the stage while the rest of them lounged easily, sipping complimentary Evian water like birds. Fucking Evian. I exclusively drank tap water before all this. "Newbie," called one of them, and I immediately recognised the commanding, smooth voice of Motivation's leader, Teddy. (Not his real name. We all had stage names.) "Chill, dude! You're gonna tire yourself out." I caught his eyes; green and glimmering in the lights. "Sorry," I replied, stopping dead in my tracks. "Nerves." He smiled at me, offering an outstretched arm to pull me in. He was touchy like that, I'd learned--with everyone, not just me. And they all seemed to be okay with it, so I figured I had to be as well. Work culture and all that. I sidled over to Teddy, practically disappearing next to his long, imposing frame. I accepted his little semi-side hug, taking in the smell of antiperspirant. "You'll do great," he said, looking down at me with a friendly but curt nod. "You've been killing it so far. Don't choke now." It was a command, veiled in a gentle tone. I suppose that's why he was the leader. "Yeah," grunted another, Raye, his arms folded. "Don't fumble the crossing step in the last chorus like you've been doing in practice and we'll be golden." Arms crossed, his sharp, amber glint levelled into me like a scalpel. He was all angles, all business. I didn't let my eyes meet his directly. I didn't want to get pierced. "Be nice, Raye," came the voice of our main singer Dino, his somewhat amused smirk taking up his smooth, made-up face. "We're a team. And we'll do this thing together." Reaching over Teddy, he offered me a fist bump, his hand practically dwarfing mine. When I looked up, his smile and eyes were both sparkling even in the low light. I smiled back, I couldn't help it around him. The last one, Kaleo, leaning against the wall, the farthest away, just nodded in agreement and sipped his fancy French water. His moon-shaped face was bathed in a low light, illuminating the faint glitter on his dark almond eyes. Distant, unattainable, but beautiful. That was his entire schtick. Ringleader Teddy, smooth Dino, icy Raye, and resident eye-candy for the girls Kaleo--that was Motivation. And now me: Aren. It really didn't help my nerves that they were additionally all hot as hell, and I hadn't jacked off in weeks. No privacy, no time. But of course all the boys in the boy band were hot. Pop music was even more so about modelling than it was really about music. Shit, I had a single line in our song, and the rest of my duties were "look hot and dance well". The other guys had that down to a T already. I could hardly believe it, even though my body wore the bruises of seemingly endless practice like badges of honour. At least they were hidden in this stupid-ass outfit. God, this outfit: a black top that was practically vacuum-sealed onto me, and oversized pants were halfway hanging off my hips. Like I said--modelling. I was racing through all the steps of rehearsal again in my mind. It was burned into my memory; I just had to focus on getting through this. The song was less than three minutes--and it threatened to be an eternity. I just had to get through it. Tonight Show today, Good Morning America tomorrow. This was my life now. We all drifted onto the stage, not yet revealed by the spotlights. When I heard the host utter the signal ("everyone please give it up...for Motivation!") I took a deep breath and reached deep inside. I was no longer Ren, the dropout kid posting dance covers to Tiktok. I was Aren, Motivation's dance machine, and I stood in the centre of these guys, about to show America what the fuck I was made of. The lights flooded my face. A crunchy, catchy bassline filled the studio. The audience was cheering, and they were cheering for me. Our performance slunk by me, my blood coursing with adrenaline as I danced. I danced and danced, my body merging in the middle with my memories of rehearsal. 'Dying in your arms / Feeling like a cloud / Wishing I could get another taste...' At one point in the choreography, I had a solo dance break, and the lights raced across my body like they couldn't pin me down. My very few piecemeal words flitted out of me, and I tried to catch my breath as I sang my only actual line towards the end. 'Got your taste in my mouth, let it go / So alive and I'm dying for more...' I still wasn't used to my own voice coming through the in-ear monitor, patchy with effort and waning energy. But we did it. We closed the song in the same position as we were in when we started, and I had the final line. "Venom." Fervent cheering erupted around me, and I tightened my muscles so as not to fall over, utterly and thoroughly exhausted. I felt Dino's broad hand on my back, steadying me. I wanted to close my eyes and just collapse into him. "Wow!" I heard distantly from the host. "Wow! Ladies and gentlemen, they've still got it--that was Motivation! ..." More cheers. Lights danced in my eyes, the motes blurry around the edges. Delirium crept in, threatening to topple me over. I nearly did. My eyes fluttered closed as a contented smile spread across my face. ------ Part II. What happened between us getting off stage and getting back in the company-owned cars was genuinely a blur. One minute, I was saying thank you to Jimmy Fallon. The next, I was on my back in bed. It was in a New York City hotel, somewhere towards the top floor, and I could hear a talk show going in the background. No, not a random talk show--it was a repeat of our performance. I'd woken up just towards the end of it, in time to catch the camera zoomed in on my face, pasting my goofy, tired smile across the TV. "Oh, no," I said aloud, cringing visibly. "Did I really look like that?" "What's wrong with it? You looked cute as hell, bro." I eased myself onto an elbow, to find my usual roommate Dino on the opposite bed, stripped down to just a pair of sweatpants. He had washed off the makeup and now his normal, shiny oak-brown skin peeked through. When he saw my movement, he peered at me through his short, floppy locs. "Aren, my man," he said with a warm smile. "How are you?" I can't lie and say Dino isn't attractive: tall, beautifully dark, and a smile like a dental office ad. That we so often roomed together on the road only magnified whatever I thought was between us. The pleasant conversation, the errant touching. In the middle of all my delusions, I rather thought he was a little too nice to me, and hoped for something else. Of course, that's fucking insane. We were coworkers, and I was continually starstruck. It was nothing more than that. But as I took in the sight of his soft, smiling face, I couldn't stop a flutter from rising in me. They were all hot, for sure, but Dino was different. "Fuck, I'm beat," I confessed, my aching muscles confirming my state of being. "Did we do good or...?" "Yeah...we killed it, dude," he said with a tight smile. Fuck. That didn't bode too well. "To celebrate, the rest of the guys are coming to our room tonight. Y'know...just to take the edge off." "Oh, okay." Never mind that we didn't usually do that, but now the doubt was beginning to sink in. "Do you...think there was something I could improve on, or what?" He just shook his head, sitting up against the pillows; the shadowed ridges of his abs moved with him. "Nah, don't worry about it. If anything, Teddy'll tell you. When he gets here." I sighed when I pictured Teddy's chiselled, peach-white face; the tight smile he had when he gave me notes. Stuff about my performance or stage presence, stuff I could genuinely improve on. I think it helped, but his entire demeanour unseated me. Maybe it was his 'leader' role. For some reason, he and Raye acted like good cop-bad cop when these things happened, though usually they were after rehearsal and not right at bedtime. Something about this was odd. "Okay--" I began, and was quickly interrupted by four sharp raps on the door. Dino slunk off the bed, tossing me a knowing smile. I watched his hefty ass roll about in his sweats as he went. Then peeled my eyes away when I heard the other guys at the door. Teddy, Raye, and Kaleo all sauntered into the room, trying not to make too much noise. They came bearing pizzas, pop--and to my surprise, Raye was hitting a dab pen. "Motivation is back, boys!" crowed Teddy as he balanced two boxes of pizza in his hands. His smile was wide; his eyes were like searchlights in the room. He seemed to be in a good mood. "Well? What did you guys think? Fuckin' the Tonight Show, am I right?" "I still hate the song," Raye muttered, setting down a six pack of pop. "Funky pop in 2024? What a shocker." "It was a safe choice," retorted Teddy with a shrug; "but yeah, I'll give you that." He wheeled his piercing stare onto me, his grin wide. "Aren. Our new guy! How was it finally performing for a real audience?" Leaning back on my bed, I wanted to sink into the shadows--I was so fucking tired. But they looked like they planned to be here for a while. "It was incredible," I said honestly. "I didn't feel like myself, I felt like...like a fuckin' machine." An enthusiastic "heeyyyyy!" came out of the guys, and they cheered and clapped me on the back. Most notably, Raye just nodded and hit his pen. "You'll get more used to it," Dino offered, throwing his arm around my shoulders. He smelled like body wash. "Just stick with us. We need you. Right, guys?" Teddy and Kaleo offered their enthusiastic agreement. Raye had opened one of the pizza boxes--pepperoni, my favourite--and sat on Dino's bed with the slice halfway to his downturned mouth. The silence weighed heavily; I could tell Dino and Teddy were staring at him. All the while, Kaleo fumbled with a bottle of Pepsi, busying himself with the lid, trying not to be so involved. "What?" asked Raye. Slight annoyance crossed his gold-brown face, his angular features. "We needed Jin-young and Pablo, too. Where the fuck did they go?" The two lost members of Motivation, I knew; they were like ghosts in the group's history. "I'm just saying," Raye was saying after a bite; "that we'll see where we're at after a year. You have two pairs of shoes to fill. Big ones." "I know that," I retorted. I had more to say to Raye's smug face, but Teddy swept in. "And I believe you," he said, flashing a winning grin. "That's why we're celebrating, Aren. To our brand new addition, who just totally killed it for his first performance!" He took the pop from Kaleo, and handed it to me. "Come on. You're amazing. You deserve it." I sipped, but kept an eye on Raye, across the bed from me. He was aggravating, in part because he was a dick, and in part because he was nearly a dead ringer of my first boyfriend, from when I was fifteen. A toned, smirk-faced Filipino with frustratingly kissable lips, and eyes I could swim in. Fuck him. He just hit his pen again, showing me the side of his cut jaw. Kaleo handed me a slice of pizza on a plate, his gentle smile lit up by the low hotel room light. "It's been a tough few months for everyone," he offered in his soft, sugary voice. It was the most, I think, he'd said today. "Thanks." I took the plate from him, and his feathery touch lingered a second too long on my hand. That's how I knew the no-jerk stress was getting to me, because that tiny interaction made me want to kiss him deep and long. It didn't help that he was already so cute. Fuck this gay-ass job. The mood in the room relaxed and slowed when we turned the TV away from the programs and onto late night scary movies. Shitty zombie movies from the '80s. We talked for the first time about stuff that wasn't work. My life, their lives. On the one bed, Raye and Kaleo had settled in; Raye curiously had Kaleo practically snuggled to him. Like a lover. Or maybe I was just warm with sexual frustration. I found myself sandwiched between Teddy and Dino, and my head was swimming. Once in conversation together, they were now talking over me, while I sank between the chiselled masses of their bodies. Teddy's pearly white abs on one side of me, and the long shadows of Dino's body on the other. I was melting into the bed. I felt like I was drunk; when I raised my hand in front of my face, it felt slow, disharmonious. Wait. Was I drunk? When I tried to raise myself off the bed, my head swam in the air of the hotel room, now warm and stuffy, and suffused with shadow. The TV was now a buzzing blur in the background. On the opposite bed, Kaleo was closer than ever to Raye; their faces...touching. Raye met my bewildered stare with his hard, agate eyes, and rubbed Kaleo's back while he kissed down his older bandmate's chest. He traced a line down his golden body; his one hand fondling his package. "There he is," I heard Teddy's voice from beside, beneath, and all around me, echoing. "There's our boy." "You feel alright, dance machine?" came Dino's voice, breathy and sweet in my ears. I could feel hands on my ass and back; curious fingers tugging at my clothes. I felt hot, prickly. Dino and Teddy's bodies closed in around me, towers that circled my frame. "What's...going on?" I slurred, my voice bleary. "What...?" But it was lost under a moan that escaped me as I felt Teddy snake his hand into my briefs. He gripped my cock, which slowly pulsed to attention. "You know, when our manager brought you to the practice room for the first time," he was saying; his breath hot against my ear; "I thought...wow. I gotta have this fucking adorable kid." "So goddamn cute," Dino confirmed, putting his thumb against my lips. "Can I kiss you, Aren?" My voice was tumbling out of me before I could stop it: "I...I've always wanted you to." Dino's grinning face filled my view, and soon I felt his lips close against mine. All my wildest dreams. "Fuck!" I heard Teddy exult to the guys on the other bed. "Kal, I don't even think we needed to give him anything. He's raring to go." Wait, what? But the question was lost against the soft, insistent texture of my favourite Motivation member's lips kissing me. "Dino," I was muttering against his mouth; "please don't stop...." "I won't, baby," he replied, and he took my forearms and draped them around himself. "There you go. Hold onto me. I got you." Another kiss. "I got you." Meanwhile, I could feel Teddy's hands peeling my clothes off of me. Hot, sweaty skin met the air of the room, and it tickled my nerves. Footsteps shuffled; bedsprings creaked. Dino had flipped me over, to see the members of Motivation all positioned around me. Naked, gloriously naked, all of them, and they hefted, held or stroked their cocks. All varying sizes. All of them, I wanted in me. I was fucking delirious. When I looked down, I saw I was naked too, and despite myself, I felt no shame. Only unprecedented lust. My six-and-a-half inches were pulsating, engorged; weeping precum, and wanting so badly to be touched. What was going on? "Hope you can understand," Teddy was saying, leaning down to replace Dino. "It's like a...a little initiation we like to do." He placed his broad hand on my chest, close to cupping my neck. "Time to show us what you're really made of." Initiation...? He shuffled over, lining up the head of his cock with my mouth. Just a beat, then I accepted him thirstily, arousal and curiosity getting the better of me. The tip sank in, then the inches just kept coming until with almost no effort, I had swallowed Teddy's long, skinny cock all the way down. "Oh, fuck yeah, Aren," he groaned, a shudder overcoming his body. "Come on, use your hands. Take some dick." In my one hand, Dino's fat, weighty dick, slick with grease and precum. I could barely close my hand around it. In the other, Kaleo's; not as long, but girthy, and already violently slick. Raye straddled my thigh, his hand sweeping up my body, and ending at my chin. He prised my mouth open slightly further, allowing Teddy more purchase down my waiting throat. "Fuck yeah, bitch," he said, bleary; the smell of burnt CBD oil heavy in his breath. "You suck dick almost as good as Pablo did." I groaned, my mouth and throat bulging to full of cock. I pulled off of Teddy and went for Dino next. A buttery-toned groan escaped him as I took him down; his cock equally as long as the last one, but fatter in some places. Through watery eyes, I could see him kissing Raye deeply, reaching around and stroking his beautifully brown dick. I was in heaven. My throat pulsed around Dino's cock as I tried to swallow air, feeling the sudden warmth of two mouths around my cock. Teddy kissed my beating red shaft and Kaleo fit my fat, blunt, club-like head into his mouth. His beautifully cherry red lips nursed on my precum; when he caught me looking, he winked at me. "I can't," I muttered, gurgling for air. "Guys, I can't, I'm gonna--" But my warning was cut off as Kaleo sucked even harder, then pulled off right in time. Under immense pressure, my cock finally fired off. "Oh, fuck!" Weeks worth of frustration pulsed out of me, jetting out of my poor cock. Pump, pump, pump. I was almost crying, feeling at least eight powerful shots arc out of my cock and land onto my chest. I splattered myself with so many slugs of white, sticky cum. "Fuck yeah!" Teddy crowed, repeating it in awe. "Look at all that fucking cum!" My body shook with the release and the effort. I was almost crying. He swallowed the head again, swirling around his wide tongue. Two mouths at my cock, and two cocks at my mouth. I had never been more satisfied in my life. "What a good boy," Teddy praised me with a grin, rubbing my cum into my skin. "What a good little fucking boy." My mind was detached, floating free of my overly-aroused body. Another reshuffling; hushed conversation amidst the moans of pleasure that bubbled up around me. Eventually, Dino was the one to leave my mouth first, climbing off the bed. Kaleo replaced him. My head swam when my body was pulled closer to the edge, Dino's arms around my thighs. Soon, his mouth was around my aching cock next, licking up and down the shaft. My entire body shook, knowing it had wanted this--Dino specifically--for so long. A moan slunk out of me, only to be silenced when Kaleo gently placed his cock near my lips. He cupped my chin, his light-as-air touch understated but insistent. "Aren, will you suck me?" he asked like he didn't already know the answer. Mind spinning, I gave him a nod, and swallowed the fat, pink head of his sweet Korean dick. He hummed at the sensation, reaching down to rub my chest, slick with semen. A desperate moan rose out of my chest, around the cock down my throat, when I felt a rough wetness at my asshole. Peering down, I saw Dino's face buried between my cheeks; he lapped at my hole with an insistent rhythm. Stab, stab, swipe. My entire lower body was shaking. "Fuck yeah, Dino," Teddy said with a low voice, stroking his long pink cock. "Eat his boy ass." "Mmm," came Dino's honeyed voice, dripping with lust. "Tastes fucking good." It was as if I hadn't just orgasmed. I needed more. Kaleo's cock dripped precum down my throat and onto my tongue. Sweet, sweet, venom. He thrusted down, with more power than I expected, and pressed his hand against my throat. Fuck. I swallowed him, meeting the hungry glint of his dark brown eyes with mine. "Good boy," he whispered. I blinked back the tears. Hands groped my body, leaving wide red trails to spread across my skin. It was then that even in my strange, bleary mental state, I noticed that Raye stayed firmly anchored to Kaleo's side, as he had with Dino. He stroked himself, his hand barely closed around his fat girth, his face buried in the crook of his younger bandmate's neck. "Raye," I heard Teddy's voice from somewhere above me. "Let him suck your dick, man." From below me, Dino's moan of approval; from beside, Kaleo's whispered agreement. But Raye just grunted. The disappointment didn't even have time to settle in me as I felt Dino's tongue search deeper inside me; his hand stroked my tingling, strained cock. "I know you liked Pablo," Teddy said to him; "but you need to move on, dude. He's not--" Raye cut him off with a grunt, and Kaleo's dick popped out of my mouth as he took me gruffly by the chin. "Suck," came Raye's voice. I pouted defiantly, but the salty-sweet taste of precum was too alluring. Eventually, I got over it and took him into my mouth--at first slowly, but soon I was swallowing him down just the same as I had the other three guys. A tortured moan ripped out of Raye's body, and his hips shuddered against my face. My lips formed a seal that kept his fat, brown seven inches lodged firmly in my throat, and I gulped like I was drinking water down. A small whimper; Raye thrust down into me. "Fuck yeah," Dino crooned; "see how good that shit feels when you get out of your feelings, Ray-Ray?" "Fuck you." Raye's voice was choked, a gurgle in his throat while his cock was buried deep in mine. My hands free, I gripped Teddy and Kaleo's cocks, feeling their slickness in my hands. Kaleo especially leaked like a faucet. Teddy let out a sultry giggle while he leaned over and kissed Raye square on the lips. Whatever the fuck was going on here, I truly didn't care anymore. Any resistance I had was now firmly overcome by my lust and whatever was swimming around in my system that was making time feel slow and fuzzy. A cock in both hands, a cock in my mouth, and my ass was being eaten out like I was a man's final meal. I was ecstatic, and my body knew it. ------ Part III. I heard the telltale sound of a condom wrapper tearing, and looked down to see not Dino, but Teddy positioned at my ass. His long body caught a shaft of New York City streetlight and lit him up in a hazy blue. Dino behind him, his roving hands trailing across Teddy's body, and he kissed his neck fervently. Within me, I felt a strange, negative emotion bubble up...quickly stamped out by the high I was experiencing. "Easy, Aren," he muttered, stroking my hole with two lubed, sticky fingers. "This will feel so good." He lined up his sheathed dick at my hole, and I felt the hot latex press into me. The fearful part of me that had only been fucked a few times three years ago wanted to beg Teddy to stop, that I wasn't ready.... But the fever in my blood--and Raye's cock in my mouth--stopped me. I tried to reach down, maybe to stop him, but Dino's hands grasped mine. Teddy gave me a grin and began to sink in. "Oh fuck," I managed to let out as Raye pulled out of my mouth, slapping his fat dick against my cheek. A lust-charged laugh came up all around me from all of them. "Such a good boy for me," Teddy moaned, leaning in to eclipse my body. Dino held my legs up to give our leader access to my hole. "Let him into you," came Dino's sultry tone. "Let him into that pussy." Our leader kissed me, moaning against my face as painfully more of his cock breached my near-virgin hole. Raye angled his dick over my mouth, and Teddy kissed and sucked his enraged, crimson dick head. His precum dripped, and I opened up to catch it. A moan escaped all three of us; Raye slipped his throbbing cock in between mine and Teddy's hot lips. With a satisfied sigh, Raye leaned back on his heels, his fingers twitching as they hovered just above my head. Like he was still averse to touching me. Interminable minutes later, after feeling his length probe deep into me, Teddy finally bottomed out. He wasn't very girthy, but he was long. I could feel him deep, deep in my bowels, the sensation realised as pressure from somewhere deep inside me. He kissed me in between kissing Raye's cock, and grunted as he fucked me quick and shallow. "Good boy," Teddy muttered; "good, good boy." Dino still held my hands, rocking with the motions of Teddy fucking me. Quick, firm, but deep; I could feel him so deep in me I was convinced he had somehow reached all the way to my stomach. Raye moaned at the scene, feeling the heat of two mouths pressed against his cock. He was so delicious. Eventually, he withdrew from the seal our mouths formed. Teddy peeled off of me, taking hold of my ankles once again. He stretched out his impressive body; the light from the nightlife outside catching in the beads of his sweat. His chocolate-brown hair stuck to his face, pasted down by moisture. God, he was hot. Raye vacated the space near my head, and in slunk Kaleo. He sidled up to me, his heartbreaking smile coming into my view. "Hey," he said with a whisper. His long, smooth body stretched out beside me; I reached out to touch him. His face drifted in close to mine, and I closed the gap to kiss him. Kissing Kaleo was like falling into a cloud. His gentleness was in sharp contrast to Teddy's eager, quick fucking. Helplessly, I bounced against Kaleo's touch, and I felt him smile against my lips. Then, his hot breath as his mouth gaped open. Through watery eyes, I could see Raye lined up behind him. Raye's eyes were laser-focused on Kaleo's alabaster-pale ass. He hefted his girthy seven inches, now sheathed in a condom. Kaleo kept his eyes trained into mine; dark wells of gravity I became so lost in. He gripped my hand as Raye sank into him with one easy thrust. "Fuck yeah," Dino praised him, throwing an arm about his shoulders. "Fuck, he takes you so easy now." He toyed with one of Raye's nipples, eliciting a moan out of him. "You feel so good in me, Raye," Kaleo called out in a keening voice. Not to be outdone, Teddy thrust against me again, forcing a shuddering groan out of me. The room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping, desperate, breathy moans, and the beds underneath us squeaking. Teddy fucked my hole with his erratic pace; Kaleo had raised himself up to take Raye doggy style. Dino had returned to my head, allowing me and Kaleo to take turns sucking his thick, heavy cock. And it was like I hadn't just cum a few minutes earlier; my cock was hard and at attention again. When I looked up, I saw Dino's handsome face looming overhead. He angled his cock against my lips, and I breathed deeply of his scent. Soap, sweat, detergent, male musk. From beneath me, I felt Teddy pick up his pace; he was becoming frenetic. His hips pistoned into me, and his groaning became harsher. "Fuck," he was grunting. And then--he stopped. "Fuck," he repeated; his upper chest rising up and down. "Fuck. Can't cum yet. Someone else get in his fucking tight pussy." A small lull in the air; Kaleo's whimpering next to my ear. "Fuck him, Kuya Raye," came Kaleo's voice. "I want to see you fuck him." As if in confirmation, he thrust one more time into Kaleo's pale little ass--and I watched him pull out of him with a shudder. When Teddy pulled out of me, it was like he ripped a starting cord out of my hole. My entire body convulsed at his abrupt exit. From above, I heard Dino laugh and felt him rub the side of my face. He muttered something, but it was lost in the shuffle. Raye tucked my raging cock and balls in the crook of his hand as he steadied himself to enter me. "Better get ready," he grunted. "I'm not gonna fuck you nice. You're not my boyfriend." He eased himself in, trying to figure out what my hole was like. He was shorter than Teddy, but definitely thicker, and much thicker in the middle. "Fuck you," I grunted out, slurring my words. "You're an asshole." What the hell was wrong with me? I mean, of course I thought he was a dick--but now I was saying it aloud. Everyone else thought that was fucking hilarious. And Raye just grunted and thrust all the way deep in me. I choked. He hunched over me like Teddy had, but this time, it was a show of force. "Maybe I can fuck some sense into you, huh?" He almost spat it out, pulling back his entire length and driving back into me. "Hmm? How's that sound? Bad-mouthed little bitch." With a force I had no idea the origin of, I grabbed the back of Raye's head. His hard brown eyes widened, then glinted into a glare immediately. A quiet 'oooh' erupted out of the other guys. "You need to shut up and fuck me," I growled, pressing my forehead against his. He tried to pull away, but thrust his cock deeper into my hole. The shudder that tore out of him was so appealing. "You do your job. I'll do mine." He reared back, and his face was a mask of spite. But at the corner of his mouth, there was a little tug of a smirk about to break out. With one hand cupping my junk and another with a vise grip on my ankle, Raye pulled his fat inches back to the tip. The smile that cracked his golden-brown face put a chill in my spine. "Well, alright," was all he said before he started fucking me. His force was consistent, heavy, and punching. He fucked me like he hated me. Maybe he did. But it felt so fucking good. He was rocking me with such an intense rhythm, he knocked me backwards into Dino's hips. For his end, Dino held onto me while Raye tried his best to obliterate my hole. I felt myself widening, a new looseness being punched into me by him. Teddy gripped Raye by the chest and egged him on. "Fuck yeah, Ray-Ray," he muttered, a smile creeping onto his face. "He feels so good doesn't he?" A grunt came out of Raye, but he ultimately nodded. Teddy kissed his cheek, rubbing his hands all over his chest. Raye rocked me over and over, sweat pouring down his body. He didn't fuck me with the same easy pace he did Kaleo. He bore deep into me, his face twisted with insistence. First his face was hard, glaring down at me. But soon, his resolve was wearing down. He hunched over me again, panting, voice cracking. "Fuck!" he let out against gritted teeth. With the same abruptness as Teddy, he ripped out of me. My hole leaked with lube and my own juices. I could feel myself twitching, my guts already missing the intrusion. "Can't cum, someone else go," Raye grunted. With that, he stroked me twice, and fell backwards onto the other bed. I craned my neck hard to look at him. His dick was still throbbing, twitching like it was angry. He went to stroke himself off...and stopped. Up to bat next was Kaleo, and with a surprising amount of strength (and help from Dino) he hefted me up. Cool air touched my back for the first time in what felt like forever. I sat up in Kaleo's lap, and he held me there, tucked into a warm, sweaty embrace. "You're so cute, Aren," he said through a cherry-red-lipped smile, flashing me the rows of his perfect teeth. One hand traced a slow, swirling line down my back while the other cupped one of my well-used ass cheeks. "Will you let me fuck you?" "Please," I moaned against his collarbone, thrilling at his soft touch. He kissed me in his gentle way at first, and as the kiss deepened, I pulled myself closer to him. Wrapping my arms around his back. The tip of his cock played against my hole as he tapped it against me. Kaleo kissed me as he entered, sinking his slick six-ish inches into my gaped-out hole. "Oh, fuck, Aren," he moaned, luxuriating in the feeling. Unliked Teddy and Raye, Kaleo fucked me the same way he kissed me: gentle, but insistent. He gyrated against me at a steady pace, holding me to him. His breath caught against my collarbone, pooling in the crevices of my used body. He held me in that position for a while, gaining access to yet-still unexplored parts of my fucked-up hole. Whatever high I was swimming under was still bubbling in my veins, and my head spun. Every touch still tingled; Kaleo's fingers felt like dozens against my skin. Eyes roving around the room, I saw that Teddy had gone over to the other bed to make out with Raye. Underneath our leader, Raye looked almost timid; meek. The effect he had on him. Dino had retired to an armchair, helping himself to pop as he stroked his fat length for me to see. He wasn't the longest of the group, but he was definitely the thickest. I gulped at the sight of it. Kaleo grabbed both my cheeks and spread me open, shoving more of his dick in me and keeping it there. I moaned at the sudden push, and he giggled, a laugh like a silver bell. I peeled off of him to look him in the eye while he fucked me. Dark, dark stars. "Sorry I laced your drink," he said, his smile betraying a lack of remorse. "We do it for everyone." "What...?" I muttered, but grunted against his now more insistent fucking. He put his hands on my hips and started grinding into me, fucking deeper, hitting right up against my prostate. I winced at the pressure, his cock bumping against a deep, thrumming spot in my guts. "Molly," he said simply, like it was the only thing I needed to know. "Happened to me too. Feels good though, right?" He thrust into me again, hitting that spot. "Sorry." Thrust! "Do you still like me?" Thrust! "Fuck!" I groaned out, my head lolling back. The room spun; images of Dino, Raye and Teddy, and Kaleo's face whirled in and out of view. I felt lips against my chest, kissing in rhythm to the pace of the cock fucking my hole. My arms were almost too weak to support me. Kaleo wasted no time, shifting to a kneeling position to keep his dick inside me. Gone was the veneer of the sweet boy, sprinkled with sparkling sugar. He gripped my hips and stretched out, maximising the reach of his cock in my guts. I wanted to scream, hit him--I don't know, do anything to show him that I was pissed that he'd doped me up. But...I couldn't. The feeling of him inside me was too good to battle. He fucked me hard and it felt like a kiss against my hole. 'Yes,' I thought, my mind dripping with misguided lust; 'I do still like you.' "You'll be such a good addition for us," he whispered into my neck, and his words drifted up to me in a bleary haze. "Fuck yeah." He jerked his hips a little erratically, and gasped; his breath was hot on my skin. "Oh, shit. Alright, I'm too close." A frustrated moan slipped out of me at the same time Kaleo's cock did. "Why're you all stopping before you cum?" I slurred aloud, my curiosity still racing. A short, genuinely amused laugh from the other side of the room. "Because," Teddy said--and I heard the sound of sucking; must have been Raye; "we're all gonna cum on your face. It's tradition, Aren." Kaleo nodded his agreement to this as he pulled out of me. I was beginning to hate the feeling of being emptied like this. In my delirious fugue, I stretched back out, my hole clenching. In spite of it all, my cock was still hard as steel, engorged with blood. Poison in my veins. But I wanted to cum again. And I would, even if it killed me. ------ Part IV. Footsteps; a shadow passed over the window, and I knew it could only have been Dino. I craned my head to look at him, the twin forces of lust and rage colliding in me. My vision lagged, trailing just slightly after my head movements. I caught Dino's stare, seeing his warm black eyes only looking at me...apologetically? Lustfully? I couldn't tell. Dino stood at the side of the bed that the other three had vacated now from. Kaleo had gotten up to get a drink. Raye and Teddy were still making out. All of it, a slow blur. The world stopped at the edge of this bed, and its two inhabitants were just us. He crawled in next to me, touching my chin with his thumb and finger. "Having fun?" he asked, finding focus in my eyes. He put his hand on my chest, his skin warm and soft to the touch. A concerned stitch in his brow made me wonder if I shouldn't pull away. "Dino..." I wanted to stop the words, but couldn't. "This is fucked up. Really fucked up." His frown deepened with a sigh, and he pressed his forehead into my wrist. And I wanted to hate the way he took my hand in his, wanted to spit in his face at the fake affection. If Kaleo was capable of it, why wouldn't Dino be? Something like disdain bubbled in the pit of my addled mind. And yet...he still kissed the palm of my hand, and looked up at me with baleful eyes. Blue, red, and yellow glinted in them; lights from the outside as stars in his eyes. "I'm sorry," he whispered, kissing my palm. "I wish...Ted and Kal hadn't planned it like this. They love involving drugs whenever we party like this. We're all used to it. Doesn't make it less weird." A beat; his searching eyes once again. "Look, Aren, know it doesn't change much, but if you want to stop--" "I don't," I said, in spite of myself. Honesty was the guest of the hour, the truth just continuing to burst forth from me. "I still really want you, Dino, I--I always...." The part I didn't say out loud was still obvious, even if I choked on my words trying to stop myself. It didn't matter that he had already spent at least twenty minutes eating me out. My body had already crossed a line that wasn't of my choosing. I held onto my heart and mind like it was the last thing I had. Laid bare, drugged up, hole gaped as it was...it really was the last thing I had. Dino's smile was crooked, weighed down when he entwined his fingers in mine. "Ren, me too," he said, his voice quiet. "It...it can be just us. Some other time. If you want." "I want that. But I want it now, too...I don't know...." Dino's smile became wide, sparkling in the blue glow of night, and he closed in on my face. When we kissed, it was like I dissolved into him, our skin bridging in the middle. A crisp, clear line between light and dark where our bodies met, shaping into curves as Dino pulled himself up, into me; me into him. His cock brushed against mine; his pulses made him harder, until he was as hard as me. His thick eight inches met my cock in the hot pits of our groins. I was slick enough for the both of us, the effects of drugs in me still taking hold. Driven by instinct, I ground against Dino, our cocks weeping fluid. He felt amazing against me. I threw my arms about his shoulders, daring to pull him closer. He panted in my ear, his voice filling my head. My hands snaked up his neck, fingers entwining in the forest of his hair. He smelled clean and dirty at the same; soap and sweat, the stage and this bed. Rae'shawn Brandino Carter and Dino of Motivation--where did one end and the other begin? "I want you, Ren," he muttered, pressing his lips to my ear, and I stumbled at the sound of my actual name being used for the first time tonight. "So bad," he confirmed. I wasn't sure which of the two I was kissing, grinding my mouth against, exploring deeper. But I wanted to find out. Cool air rushed in between our bodies as Dino raised himself off me, giving us a view of our throbbing dicks. Mine, red and pouring precum, twitched against his, dark and heavy. I reached down to stroke us, and a groan rippled out of him. "Maybe," Dino was saying through his moans; "I'd fuck you like this first. Missionary. You want that?" "Yes," I responded, heat flushing my skin. "Yes." He bucked his hips, and every inch of him rubbing against me felt like sparks. He rocked his hips, making the tips of our dicks kiss. "I'd fuck you like this. Yeah. I wanna see your face while my dick's in you. You want my dick in you?" I nodded, choked with lust. He smiled wide, and rocked against me, regular and slow. My hole twitched, wanting him in me. "You like our cocks touching, Ren?" he mumbled, eyes hooded with lust. I nodded again, words failing me. "Hey. Look at me." And he put his other hand to my cheek, lifting me to look at him. "Tell me you like this, please? I gotta know." I felt a smile taking hold weakly on my face. "I love it, Dino," I said, touching my fingers to his wrist. He nodded, and went back to humping my cock. Each thrust made my stomach flutter. Each thrust made me inch closer to the edge. >From all around us came words of encouragement, and sounds of stroking, sucking, kissing. The other guys' voices drifted towards me as they watched on, observing the sex before them. "Fuck yeah" and "That's beautiful". But they were just voices, just ghosts. In front of me was Dino, and he was all I wanted. My grip on our cocks was sweaty, slick, and getting wetter with our precum. Dino planted his hands firmly on either sides of me, picking up his speed like was actually fucking me. Pump, pump, pump; he fucked the tunnel of my hands and cock, threatening to break my grip open. I could feel his sweat dripping down onto me. I wanted him. "I'm gonna bust you open like this," he murmured, his face twisted in agonising lust. "I'm gonna bust those walls down, Ren. Do you want that?" I nodded. "Say it." "I want it." "What do you want? Huh? Tell me." I panted, choked with arousal. "I want you to bust me open, Dino." At that, the sound of all the guys moaning, stroking, and inching closer filled the room. They had already brought themselves to the edge using my hole, and now they were panting for release. They crowded the edge of the bed closest to my head, their cocks coming into view. Teddy's, long like a spear--Raye's, fat and aggressive--Kaleo's, girthy and dripping. I craned my neck to lick one of them, any one. Turns out it was Raye, angling his dick into my waiting mouth. "Feels so good," he said through a growl; I sucked him in deeper, sealing his dark-red cock head in my mouth. His precum was salty-sweet, and I felt him pulse, dripping more onto my tongue. I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him in. Raye's body shuddered, and his voice faltered in a genuine, knee-folding way. "Oh sh--shit," he moaned. "Aren...." "Fuck yeah," Teddy said through a grin. I heard him pick up speed, stroking off. The bed squeaked as he kneeled next to my head. He slapped his cock against my cheek, streaking his sticky beads of fluid against the skin. He sounded giddy, slurring his words and laughing. Maybe he was high. I reached up to take his cock in my hand, feeling his steely length under my fingers. He closed his hand around mine, and we stroked him off together. I opened up to lick his delicious head. "Oh, fuck yes," he mumbled, throwing his head back. "Love your little hands. Such a good boy for me." Not to be left out, Kaleo put a thumb in my lolling mouth. I saw him smile, and then I saw his cock blotting out my vision as he slid his dripping head into my mouth. He was flowing freely, leaving a trail across my face to join the ones left by Teddy and Raye. "He's incredible," he moaned while I licked the underside of his pink cock. Raye jostled his cock against his, stuffing my mouth to complete fullness. I tried to close my lips around two fat cock heads, rubbing them together. Their dual moans were music to my ears. >From above me, I saw Dino flash his signature bright grin. He had been bucking his hips like it was his job, fucking his cock against mine. His movements were tight, quick, haphazard. My blood boiled thinking of the inevitable. "Fuck, boys," Dino said aloud to room, leaving our small bubble of intimacy. "I'm gonna shoot." "Fuck yeah, Dino," crowed Teddy, stroking faster. "Okay, boys! Who's ready to officially welcome Aren here as the newest Motivation boy?" A chorus of 'fuck yeah', 'let's go' bubbled up all around me. I pulled my hands away from everyone else and started stroking off. It was Teddy who angled himself over my head first, his hand practically a blur as he brought himself to the point of no return. "Been holding this just for you, Aren," he said through a frenzied pant. "Oh--oh shit!" A strangled moan rose out of him. Curiously, I opened my mouth, and my hot breath on his cock head made his body stiffen. "F--fuck!" Just once, his body jerked. And in the next second, he unleashed his hot cum all over my face. He practically screamed through his orgasm, as five intense jets of his cum lashed against my lips, skin, and neck. He pulled back, letting still a few weaker spurts streak my face. "Fuck me, that was so fucking hot," Kaleo said, giggling. "Shit, Aren, you're a cum hound." Still riding my pre-orgasm high, I held some of Teddy's load in my mouth and nodded at Kaleo with watery eyes. He held my face while he angled himself down next. He stroked, stroked, and stroked; the sound was thick with wetness. Kaleo groaned as he stroked, and then all at once, he plugged my mouth with his cock. The fat head widened and pulsed against my mouth as he held me down and came in me. Like I was a breeding toy. He shot what felt like six times, threatening to choke me with all the cum already in my mouth. "Take it," he moaned. "Fucking take my cum." When he pulled out, some of the residual semen came with, bubbling up around my mouth. And still, I didn't want to spit or swallow. I just held it, letting the bitter tang spread across my mouth; some of it spilled out of its own accord. I was a cum rag. Raye stepped up next, unable to say anything. He just groaned, grunted, and moaned while he fucked the side of my mouth. Teddy and Kaleo's cum foamed at the site, joined by Raye's precum. "Oh my god," he said through a strained moan. "I can't hold it, I can't, I--!" And he let loose his nut, letting out a tortured, wavering cry. I watched as four jets arced out of his dick, and tasted what little fell into my mouth. Sweeter, tastier. I closed my lips around his head, wanting more of it. "I can't," he moaned, audibly sobbing. "I...I...." He slid out of my mouth, the members' mixture of semen trailing his cock. I heard Kaleo laugh, watching as he took him by the shoulders and guided him away. "Ren." It was Dino, dangerously close to my face. Before I could reply, he kissed me deep, shocking me enough to make me swallow some of the cum. I almost choked, feeling his tongue sweep around inside of my mouth. Mixing all the fluid together. Some of it bubbled up out of me as Dino swallowed, and then pulled away. A trail of sticky, pearly cum connected our lips, and he dove back in a second time, taking more. More. Until between us, we had kissed and swallowed our team members' loads gone. Just the thought of it made my eyes roll back, and my entire lower body began to buck with inescapable tension. "Oh, fuck!" I groaned, my voice as thick and wet as my throat. "Guys, I'm gonna cum. Oh, fuck!" I stroked my cock until I dangled at that edge once again, and the last thing I saw was Dino's bright smile in my vision. And, light as a cloud, I shot off again. "Oh...fuck!" I couldn't even tell you how much I came, because at the same time, Dino was cumming too. He straightened, hefted his fat, dark cock and threw his head back as he came. I felt his thick wads land on my belly, chest, and neck. Feverish, I scooped his still-hot semen and swallowed it down like a maniac. My body shook underneath him, watching him vibrate with pleasure. I sat up for the first time in an hour and a half, throwing my arms around Dino and kissing him. Kissing him deeply for all I was worth. He held me there, accepting, and I tasted him and him, me. Our bodies were painted with delicious male fluids. I don't know how long it was until we'd rolled back down onto the bed, and finally separated. Teddy joined us, taking up space behind me. Then Kaleo. Then Raye. All five of us somehow stretched out on the same bed; myself, crumpled up at the end, covered in cum. I felt warm and content, as residual pleasure coursed through me with my excited heartbeat. Kaleo was the first to reach down and kiss me next, flashing me that starry smile. He was barely done when Raye first kissed the head of my cock and took some of me in his mouth. Then he too came up to kiss me, an unexpected smile pulling up the corners of his lips. He tasted like burnt weed, sugar, and semen; the evidence of his entire night. "Welcome to the team," Teddy said through a winning grin, placing his hand on my chest and craning down to kiss me deeply. Stars danced in my vision when he pulled away. Four insanely attractive men, naked, sweaty and spent, laid out in front of me. America's next boy band, Motivation. And I was Aren, the one who had made them all cum in me or on me. "Thanks for having me," I finally replied to our great leader. I couldn't help myself; I reached over and gave them all a smack on the thighs, two at a time. "Next time, you pricks, just fucking ask me. Alright?" Dino blinked, then laughed his agreement. The others joined in suit. I laid down in the middle of them all. I don't know how long it took for me to fall asleep, but I know I did it with four hands touching me; soft, warm and drying on my tingling skin. It was the best night of sleep I'd had...in months. ------ Months later... Marcus Kleinfelter was the director for the music video of Motivation's newest single: yet another funky pop song titled "Coming (Back For More)". How on-the-nose. He knew sex sold, but he just wasn't expecting his career would jog hard right into the direction of selling sensual young men to young women. And to older ones as well, no doubt. Ah well. He was a seasoned industry name, and he didn't turn down jobs just because they were a little unusual. And he had worked with Motivation before; he knew this light eroticism is exactly what their label pushed for them. So whatever. Today, he and his team of producers sat around the recording of the dance scene they had just filmed. Five young men, all skinny and aesthetically pleasing and in the prime of their lives. 'A commodity,' Mr. Kleinfelter thought, if not somewhat bitterly. His eyes were beginning to glaze over rewatching the footage as his producers scribbled down some notes on how they were going to edit the scene later. "...just a bit odd," one of them said, breaking through the din. Kleinfelter straightened, trying to find what she was talking about. "What's odd?" he asked, his eyes already much too used to the glittery, fast-moving footage. "No, it's just...." And she tapped her pen onto the screen. "It's...really quite sensual, isn't it? The way this guy's touching this other guy." He paused the playback and zeroed in, finding that, yes indeed it was a sensually-charged moment. The little Asian guy that danced at the centre front had put his hand under the open shirt of the Black guy that sang a lot. The singer had his arm around the dancer's narrow waist, like a lover. And the look they gave each other...it practically leapt off of the screen, it was so heavy. With what, he didn't really want to say. Kleinfelter sniffed. "That's just their brand, I guess," he muttered, scrutinising the unabashed looks of lust on their faces. Having worked with Motivation's label before, he knew that was just sort of...how they were. "Best not to worry about it," he said finally. And he unpaused the scene, let the footage play. That indiscreet touching; the lip biting; the quiet smirk. Kleinfelter wondered just what the hell was not being said. But he had a deadline to meet, so it was onto the next. "I can see you coming back for more / Coming back for more...." ------

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