DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrity mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives. It is to be assumed that everything the two adults in this story do is completely consensual.
Nobody Cares About Taylor Hanson
It was late. The local bar, Tinted Windows, was just about to close its doors for the night. Rain was pouring rain outside, and all the regulars had long gone home.
A thin blond man sat at the bar, slumped over, beer in hand, sobbing softly. The bartenders and patrons all tried to ask him what was wrong, but he just kept saying that they wouldn't care. "Nobody cares about me," he said, "nobody cares about Taylor Hanson."
Finally, shortly before 2 am, the bartender, Bill, told the man that he had to go; the bar was closing. They were the only two left in the place. The rain plopped drearily as the blond man stood, in a drunken stupor.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked sobbing.
"No, I don't," Bill replied, "And I don't think I care. You said it yourself: nobody cares."
The man pointed a drunken finger at Bill, "I am Taylor," he stopped to hiccup, "mother-fucking Hanson. TAYLOR HANSON!"
"That's nice, `Taylor Hanson'," Bill said calmly, "I still don't care."
Taylor stopped to say something but fell short. Bill walked around the bar to walk him out, but Taylor stopped him, collapsing into his chest, sobbing. "Please..." he begged, "Don't make me go home alone."
Bill pondered for a moment. This Taylor guy was kinda cute, though incredibly drunk. Still...it could be fun.
Finally, Bill said, "Fine, come home with me. But don't expect me to be nice."
Taylor leaned harder onto Bill, "You can do whatever you want; just take me home with you."
Bill smiled a wicked grin, "Sounds good to me, buddy."
The two walked to Bill's car, and Bill drove off, the rain still coming down.
The two arrived at Bill's house and pulled into the driveway. The rain was coming down harder than ever, and the two stood in the downpour as Bill fumbled with his keys. By the time the two got inside, they were both soaking wet. Bill led Taylor through the living room and upstairs toward his bedroom. Turning a corner, the two stood in Bill's en suite.
"Strip," Bill ordered, "get out of those clothes."
Taylor cocked his head in confusion, sobriety slowly returning to him. Bill repeated himself, "Strip! You're soaking wet!"
Slowly, Taylor fiddled with his belt. Eventually, his fingers plucked the buckle loose, and his pants slid down to his ankles. He pulled his shirt off, his golden hair bouncing back into place. Taylor was left in nothing but his favorite black briefs. Even those were wet, and he stood in the bathroom shivering.
"Those too," Bill insisted, "here, let me help you." He pulled Taylor's briefs down, leaving him buck-naked and helpless in this strange bartender's house. Bill stopped to admire Taylor's body. He was thin, and his small frame was shivering in the cold. His cock stood at half-mast, as if it too were recovering from the effects of alcohol. Bill smiled that wicked smile, his pants getting tighter.
"I'm freezing," Taylor whined, "Can I hop in the shower to warm up?"
"Yeah, in a minute," Bill patted his shoulder, "Just, uh, lemme do one thing first."
In one fluid motion, Bill slid his belt out from around his waist. He peeled off his wet shirt, revealing a dark, hairy, chest. He had a small gut on a stocky frame. His muscular arms glistened from the rain. He slowly unbuttoned his pants and let them slide to his knees. He quickly kicked them off and threw them in the pile of clothes by the door. He stood in his bathroom, facing Taylor, his erection barely contained by his white boxers. Slowly, he slid his boxers off, his cock bouncing up to full attention as they fell to the floor.
"Now, Mr. Hanson," Bill said softly, "Let's shower."
Taylor's mind was still fuzzy. A part of him had always been curious what it would be like to be with a man, but he would never dare act on that curiosity. His wife, Natalie, could never know about this.
"Sure," Taylor said, now only slightly buzzed, "But, one thing before we do this."
Bill looked confused, "What?"
Taylor smiled, "I didn't catch your name."
That wicked grin slid across Bill's face again. "Well, my friends call me Bill. You can call me `Sir'."
The two showered, the warm water gracefully cascading off of their glistening bodies. Bill shook the water from his hairy chest and put his hands around Taylor's shoulders. "Stand still." He ordered.
Bill washed Taylor from head to toe, taking extra care in his more sensitive areas. By the time he was done, Taylor was fully alert, as was his dick.
Bill stepped out of the shower, ordering Taylor to stay in. He quickly turned the hot tap to off, drenching Taylor in icy cold water.
Taylor screamed in shock and leapt out of the shower. "What did you do that for, Bill?"
Bill smacked Taylor across the face, "I said call me `Sir'."
Taylor felt knots in his stomach. Terrified and freezing, he asked, "Why did you do that, S-Sir?"
Bill smiled sweetly. "See how much nicer it is when you follow instructions?" Taylor remained silent. Bill put his hand around Taylor's thin waist, "Now, follow me."
Bill's bedroom was dark, but he turned on a small light, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. Bill opened a drawer and pulled out a small piece of cloth. He walked behind Taylor and put it around his eyes, blindfolding him. Taylor panicked momentarily, but Bill piped in before he could speak, "I'm only going to say this once. You are only to speak if spoken to, or I will gag you. Understood?"
"Yes." Taylor replied nervously.
"Yes what?" Bill snapped, smacking Taylor's ass.
"Yes S-Sir." Taylor trembled.
"Good. Now stand up straight and stand still. You're squirming."
"I'm cold, sir."
Bill snapped at Taylor, "What did I say?" he smacked his ass again, "Did I say you could speak?"
"No Sir."
"Good. Now shut up. I don't want to gag you...yet."
Taylor swallowed, hard, but he did as he was told. He listened as Bill rummaged through a few more drawers. He heard a slight clinking sound, and then he felt cold metal around his wrist. A moment later, his hands were cuffed together, behind his back, leaving Taylor at Bill's mercy. Bill placed a leather collar around Taylor's neck, locking it with the soft `click' of a Master Lock. Bill tugged on Taylor's collar, leading him toward the bed. He sat and ordered Taylor to kneel.
"Good boy. Now open your mouth." Taylor obeyed, fearing the worst. He felt something warm enter his mouth, but he couldn't tell what. It was soft and slightly wet. It tasted almost...salty.
Bill slowly slid his cock in and out of Taylor's mouth, moaning ever so slightly with each thrust. "Mmmmm..." he mumbled happily. "You're a good little cocksucker."
Taylor perked up when he heard that, realizing the gravity of the situation. At first, he panicked, but then...he gave into his natural curiosities. He worked his tongue up and down Bill's cock, and Bill let out a loud moan.
"Stop, boy, stop!" Bill cried, "Or I'll shoot!"
Taylor couldn't bring himself to stop, and soon, his mouth was filled with Bill's cum. Bill fell back on the bed, exhausted, and order Taylor to lick it all clean. Taylor followed his instructions, careful to work his tongue into each and every crevice. Bill's cock remained at attention.
Bill pushed Taylor away and stood him up, trying to regain his authority. "You didn't follow my earlier instructions, boy. Now you'll have to be punished."
"But Sir," Taylor cried, "You shot a load!"
"And I wasn't ready for it!" Bill snarled at Taylor, smacking his ass once again, harder this time. "And you spoke out of turn."
"But Si—" Bill cut him off. He shoved a ball gag in Taylor's mouth.
"But Sir nothing," Bill snapped, throwing Taylor face-down onto the bed, "You didn't fucking listen."
Bill reached for a wooden paddle hanging on the wall. Carefully, he rubbed it against Taylor's ass, teasing him. Taylor moaned softly through the gag, but a swift smack from Bill told him to hush.
Rhythmically, Bill smacked each side of Taylor's ass, and after a few moments, Taylor picked his head up and grunted.
Bill smiled, "yes, that is the chorus of "This Time Around"."
Taylor rolled his eyes. Bill changed tempos. He rolled his eyes even harder and tried to roll over on the bed.
"Not so fast, Tay," Bill pushed him back down, "I am playing "MMMBop", but I can still Bop you." He flicked Taylor's nose and went back to his percussions.
Taylor's ass was sore and glowing with a warm red blush. He moaned through the gag, on the brink of tears from the pain.
Bill stopped and walked around the bed. Facing Taylor, he asked, "Are you ready for me?"
Taylor looked up at him, fear in his eyes.
Bill crawled onto the bed next to Taylor, who was still lying on his belly. He reached for a bottle of lube and smeared the clear, sticky gel all over his fingers. He worked his way in and out of Taylor, first one finger, then two, then three...until he was wrist deep. Taylor moaned through the gag, his cock ready to explode as it pressed harder into the firm mattress beneath him. Bill reached for a condom, his right hand still deep inside Taylor, and tore open the package with his teeth. He applied it with his left hand, applied more lube, and he slowly inserted himself.
Taylor screamed into the gag, from pain and pleasure; his body wasn't ready for Bill's cock. His body relaxed, and soon Bill was thrusting away as both of them moaned in ecstasy.
Finally, Bill shot his load, his second of the night, and collapsed on top of Taylor, who was drenched in sweat and leaking precum.
"That, my dear Hanson, was fucking fantastic."
Taylor remained silent.
"Here, boy," Bill removed the gag from Taylor's mouth, "You may now speak freely... But choose your words wisely."
Taylor swallowed and flexed his jaw. Finally, he spoke. "Please, Sir, may I cum?"
Bill smiled smugly, "I think that can be arranged." He grabbed Taylor by the hips and flipped him over, exposing his leaking cock, aching for release.
Bill, his fingers still lubed, fiddled around inside Taylor while he sucked him off. His tongue worked its up and down his shaft, tickling and teasing the head of his cock. Taylor moaned in delight, begging Bill to never, ever stop. Finally, Taylor reared his head back and exploded into Bill's mouth. Bill pulled his head up, mouth shut, from Taylor's cock. He leaned in toward Taylor's mouth, and Taylor eagerly puckered his lips, expecting a long kiss from his captor. Instead, Bill put his lips up to Taylor's and spat his load into his mouth.
"It's okay, Taylor. Really...you can keep it." He laughed a little laugh and twisted Taylor's right nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Taylor yelped and asked, "Am I free to go now, Sir?"
Bill laughed sarcastically, "Now why would I do that?"
Taylor panicked, "But, Sir, I have a wife and kids at home! They'll be worried sick!"
Bill just shook his head. "Taylor, Taylor, Taylor... You of all people should know."
"Know what, Sir?"
Bill stopped, shot him a look and simply stated, "Nobody cares about Taylor Hanson."