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The roar of the crowd thundered through the venue as Brad stepped off stage. He and the boys came backstage, drenched in sweat, although my eyes were locked on the lead singer. He was wearing a baggy, half-unbuttoned, blueish-black shirt - his shimmering cleavage was on full display. Brad’s hair was dripping, his face was damp and he stunk of musk.
And Brad noticed I was staring.
“I think our assistant, here, is thirsty, boys.” Brad smirked, sitting back on the sofa and kicking his shoes off.
“Nothing new, then.” James scoffed.
“Go on then, sexy, put on a good show.” Connor chuckled, coming over and giving my ass a spank.
“Yeah, give Bradley-Bear a tongue bath for us.” Tristan added, giving his cock a tug. I just nodded, going over to Brad. I went down to my knees beneath him, getting up nice and close. I went to touch him with my hands, when he caught my wrist, stopping me.
“No hands.” Brad told me.
“Here. Let me make sure he doesn't get tempted.” Tristan smirked, before reaching down and pulling a sock off of Brad’s foot. His toes wriggled as Tristan then used the sock-like rope, tying my wrists together, behind my back.
“Oh fuck…” I muttered, turned on even more.
“Good boy. You like being trained like our pet, don't you?” Connor said, taking off his shirt.
“Oh fuck yeah.” I nodded.
“Get to work, baby.” Brad told me. I leaned in and buried my face into the opening of his shirt. I immediately started licking and kissing at his cleavage, tasting the salty sweat that drenched his skin.
“Mmmm that’s it baby. Do you see this, boys? How eager and obedient he is?” Brad scoffed as the rest of the band watched. Connor and Tristan were squeezing their hardons, meanwhile, James had already whipped his cock out. I ran my tongue through the fuzz between his tits as I inhaled his musk. I climbed up Brad’s body and started kissing and licking his neck, making moans escape from Brad’s lips.
“Ohhh yeah, baby… That’s it. Give the boys a show like a good boy.” Brad purred as I was grinding my crotch against the edge of the sofa. I sank my teeth into the flesh of Brad’s neck, nibbling and biting on it until I was satisfied with the prominent hickey that was left behind.
“Fuck, that's so hot…” James muttered as he, Connor and Tristan were pumping their cocks while they watched us. I finally moved on and crashed my lips into Brad's. We hungrily kissed, smacking our lips and letting our tongues dance against one another.
“That’s it, pet. Let him tongue-fuck your mouth.” Connor told me. Brad held me by my neck, holding me in place as his tongue explored my mouth. But he eventually pulled his lips away, as we both breathed heavily into each other’s faces, feeling the sexual tension that ran wild between us.
“Go on. Continue licking me clean like a good boy.” Brad told me. I nodded, before running my tongue over Brad’s forehead and cheeks, drinking every drop of sweat he had to offer me.
“Fuck, he really does everything you say, huh?” Tristan said in amazement.
“Yeah. I told you, he’s a needy little slut.” Brad chuckled as I traced his jawline.
“Here, I’ll get this for you.” Brad said, unbuttoning his shirt when I started kissing his neck again. When it was fully unbuttoned, Brad placed a single ringed finger on my forehead and pushed me backwards, giving him the space he needed to pull his shirt off of his sexy, thicc body.
“Now you can keep going.” Brad said, putting his hands behind his head of curls and exposing his soaked pits. I moaned under my breath, before burying my face into his left tuft of hair.
“Fucking hell, he’s such a nasty freak. So pathetic, it’s so hot.” James muttered amongst the other taunts and teases the rest of the band gave me. Degrading me over the sound of them fapping behind me.
“Fuck… Fuck, it tastes so good.” I breathed, licking and inhaling as I devoured Brad’s armpit like a dog and a bow of water.
“Yeahhh, you like that, don’t you? Dirty little fucker.” Brad said with an amused smirk, as his cock throbbed in his pants. My tongue went over his bicep and he flexed for me, so I could suck on the bulging muscle. He rolled out his arm, allowing me to continue leaving a trail of kisses and licks down his forearm towards his sexy piano-hands.
“Good boy, don’t leave any inch untouched.” Tristan purred behind me, as licked over his sweaty palms. Then he pushed his index finger through my lips, down to the knuckle, making me swallow his ring.
“Yeaaah, that’s it. Suck on my fingers, darling.” Brad whispered, watching me bob my head up and down on his digit. He slipped his next finger into my mouth (the middle finger), letting me run my tongue all over it before swallowing it.
“Fuck, that’s so hot.” Brad muttered, watching me clean every finger, one by one.
“He’s such a little whore. Fuck.” Connor said, licking the precum that had been oozing onto his hands.
“Yeah. Didn’t even have to teach him, he was a horny slut from the start.” Brad smirked as I kissed along his collarbone, before moving onto the next armpit.
I licked every drop of sweat from the deep, cavernous pit - making sure to inhale his musk. Then I moved to his shoulder, licking and kissing it, before continuing down his arm.
“Yeaaah, that’s it baby. You know how to make me happy, don'tcha?” Brad smirked as I slobbered all over his flexing bicep again. Brad squeezed his hardon as he watched my tongue run along his wrist and over his palm. I kissed his knuckles, worshipping him like a King.
“Look at him, he wants you to finger his mouth again. Shit, that’s so hot.” Tristan said, impressed, while James and Connor were snickering as they wondered what else they could do with my obedience. I wanted to tell them they could do anything, but Brad had two fingers knuckle deep in my mouth.
“Yeaaah that’s it. Good boy.” Brad muttered, as I licked his other fingers.
Brad took a fistful of my hair, before guiding my head back to his round tiddies. I moaned as I was given the silent instruction to worship his chest. Although I was able to lick his cleavage before - this was what I was looking forward to most.
“Mmmm yeah, worship him. Worship our boy like you were made to.” Connor purred, while James was groping his round ass next to him. My tongue travelled over the large curves of Brad’s tits - going up and down, side to side. I devoured every inch of his sweat-soaked skin, making sure to lick the sides of his body beneath his pits too.
“Fuck, he’s so thorough. Look at him, the slut loves it.” Tristan said, coming up behind the sofa and looking down at us.
“Yeah, he does. He’s a good sponge.” Brad said, proud of the obedient, hungry slut he could turn me into. I moved my tongue further down, lapping up his flat stomach and slight ab-definition. I licked over his faint trail and towards his hips, leaving no skin untouched.
“Thaaat’s it… Such a good boy. ” Brad said as he started unbuttoning his pants. My hands so desperately wanted to help him out as he pushed his black pants down his legs, and then kicked them away. All he was left wearing, was a pair of black boxer briefs that did their best to contain his throbbing erection. I went to kiss it. To taste it. But Brad stopped me, by placing his still-damp fingers against my forehead.
“Nah uh. Not yet. You've still got some work to do.” Brad told me with a voice so soft yet so affirmative. I nodded and did as I was told.
“Fuck he’s hungry for it, but he’s still so compliant. He’s literally programmed to do as you say.” James muttered as Connor was giving his inked shoulders some kisses. Meanwhile, my tongue was going up and down on Brad’s left thigh, licking and kissing it all over.
“That’s a good boy. Keep going.” Brad said, placing his foot on my shoulder so I could move onto his shin more easily. I left nothing untouched, slobbering over his calf and down towards his ankles. I wanted to move onto his foot, but it was the foot that still had a sweat-soaked sock in the way. I looked up at Brad, still bound by his other sock around my wrists.
“Take it off, baby. Use your teeth. ” Brad instructed. My cock throbbed. It took some effort, on both our parts. He held his foot up in the air, while I peeled his musky from his foot, while the band called me nasty, freaky and dirty. When the sock finally popped off his toes, I looked up at Brad, holding the sock between my teeth.
“Fuck. You're such a good boy.” Brad said, pulling the sock out of my mouth and leaning in to give me a quick kiss, before leaning back. He placed the sole of his foot directly on my face. I moaned in response.
“Shit, he’s literally letting Brad step on him.” Connor half laughed as I inhaled. I started licking Brad’s heel, moving up his foot until I made it to his toes.
“Fuck yeah, atta boy.” Tristan muttered, watching as I sucked on every digit. Brad was stroking his cock through the boxer briefs as he watched me lick his foot clean like the pathetic slut I am.
“Here. Onto the next one.” Brad said, switching feet and pushing his other big toe through my lips. I moaned as I worked my tongue along every digit, before cleaning the palm of his foot.
“Fuck, look at that little slut! He’s loving it.” Connor half laughed.
When I was done, I resumed kissing up his leg - licking along his calf before reaching his thigh. Gradually I grew closer and closer towards his throbbing cock.
“Good work, baby. Now, for your prize.” Brad smirked, taking hold of his tent and slapping it against my face. I let out a moan.
“Fuck yeah, Brad. Give your pet a treat.” James encouraged him. I looked up at Brad, eagerly.
“Alright, baby… Here you are.” Brad said, hooking his fingers around the waistband of his boxer briefs then lifting his ass up so he could pull the boxers down his thighs. A hard, eager cock sprung free and towered over my face. My mouth was salivating at the sight.
“Go on, baby… Enjoy your reward.” Brad muttered. I nodded, before leaning in and kissing at the base of his cock.
“Mmmm good boy…” Brad purred as I inhaled his musk, running my tongue all over his heavy balls. Brad moaned and purred as I cleaned off the remaining sweat, before swiping the tip of my tongue up the underside of his cock. A shudder ran through Brad's body, before I parted my lips and swallowed up his inches.
“Ohhhhh fuck yeah, darling… That’s it…” Brad moaned, gripping the back of my hair as I hungrily moved my head up and down - letting his meat slide to the back of my well-trained throat.
“Shit… That feels good, baby.” Brad muttered he watched me. Connor behind me had gotten onto his knees and was following my lead; taking James’ entire cock down his throat. Brad and James’ moans seemed to harmonise as I worked my boyfriend’s pole.
“Shit Brad… You’re gonna have to let me borrow your little toy sometime.” Tristan smirked, leaning down close towards Brad’s face.
“You’re more than welcome… but wherever he goes, I go.” Brad told him.
“Deal.” Tristan said, before leaning in and kissing Brad. As they made out, I continued slurping and sucking on Brad’s cock, milking every drop of precum he had to offer. As Brad’s mouth was fucked by Tristan’s tongue, my throat was fucked by Brad’s shaft. I could feel him throbbing against my tongue, as his chest heaved quicker. Until Brad pulled his lips away from Tristan's to look down at me.
“Oh fuck… Fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby…” Brad moaned, gripping my hair even tighter. The rest of the band all encouraged him - telling him to paint my throat white. I looked up at Brad, letting my eyes tell him I'm ready for it. His hands pushed my head all the way down his shaft and let it stay there for a few seconds - forcing me to gag on his cock. Then finally, Brad let out a passionate, deep moan - hunching over me, then falling back again while his damp toes curled.
“Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!!! Fuck yeah! Ohhh my God, swallow it. Swallow every drop, darling…” Brad blurted out, holding my head in place as he blasted round after round against the back of my throat. I moaned around his cock, gulping down his gushing seed. When Brad finally finished, he let go of my head and let me come up for air. The rest of the Vamps had watched Brad reach his climax, including Connor who was still on his knees.
“Fuck… That was hot…” Brad breathed, before looking around at his closest friends. “So, who’s next?”