Subject: STALLION MANAGEMENT - CHAPTER 20 - GAY LACHEY'S ROCKIN' EVE!
ALL RIGHT YOU GUYS, THIS IS THE CONCLUSION (FOR NOW). IT OWES A LOT
TO ONIX'S "WATERLOO". I HOPE NO ONE ACCUSES ME OF
PILFERING OR
PLAGIARISM – THIS IS ALL IN FUN, AND A TRIBUTE TO A STORY I
REALLY
LIKED, AND AS THEY SAY, IMITATION IS THE SINCEREST FORM OF FLATTERY.
A SEQUEL IS ON THE WAY THOUGH! HAPPY NEW YEAR!
STALLION MANAGEMENT – CHAPTER 20 – GAY LACHEY'S
ROCKIN' EVE!
Gay Lachey's New Year's Concert was almost in full swing. The
Twinks
were dancing wildly in the aisles, making flamboyant hand moves and
in half-naked conga lines singing along to Britney Spears'
"Oops I
Did It Again", while hunky, muscular, leather clad guys watched
smugly. Brad Pitt and Jude Law were in matching leather jock straps
and boots, the better to show off their sweaty, built bodies,
discussing their plans to visit Jude's home country to convert
David
Beckham and sign him up with Stallion Management (and have a three-
way with him too!). Vin Diesel had chained Jesse Metcalfe to his own
huge neck by a matching studded collars, and was grinding his massive
body up against the wall against him, while Jesse stuck his tongue in
Vin's mouth like a rattlesnake, rubbing his muscular tight body
even
more strongly against his, and licking his bald head, luxuriating in
the stubbly feel on his tongue, as his crotch bulged in it's tiny
leather cod piece so hard it was almost going to break open.
Marc Blucas, dressed in his own new pierced and chain mail uniform,
was ripping off the clothes off Gregory Smith, the star of the
WB's "Everwood". He had seen him walking down the street
and grabbed
him to steal him into his "Chicken Coop". Greg was
struggling to get
away from this pervert, when suddenly his mind snapped and his
struggles ended, and he became "Greggie". As his hair grew
lighter
and lighter, he now obediently put on his Hostess Twinkie G-String
and got up on tiptoes to nuzzle Marc's Neck and said sweetly
"THANK
YOU MARC! This is the BEST New Year ever! Is it OK if I call
you `Daddy'?" he pleaded.
"Of course, Greggie, but you and I have a Master! And I think
it's
time for you to introduce yourself to him now!" Marc said kindly,
patting his head.
"A MASTER! Where is he???" Greggie said, overjoyed, wagging
his
tongue!
"In the front row, right in the middle." Marc told him,
kissing his
newest little chicken affectionately on the forehead.
"Can I SEE him? I LOVE you, Daddy, but I was MADE to serve a
MASTER,
wasn't I?" Greggie asked hesitantly. He didn't want to
make his
DADDY unhappy!
"Go have fun, son! The Master is all that matters!" Marc
responded,
giving Greggie's ass a final squeeze, and Greggie scampered off
happily.
Ben Affleck and Matt Damon walked in, holding hands, arguing over the
details of their wedding they had planned in Massachusetts (their
home state). Ben was bare-chested and simply wore a pair of leather
pants with elaborate stitching up the sides, and a pair of Doc
Martens. Matt was dressed much more flamboyantly, his hair now
frosted and wearing a skin-tight pair of spandex pants, sandals, and
a rainbow stripped Dolce and Gabbana t-shirt he had had specially
made, which was embossed with the letters "I'm the NEW Jennifer!"
"I TOLD you Matt, I didn't want a big wedding when I was STRAIGHT,
and even though I know I'm gay now and I love you, I DON'T want one
either!" Ben argued.
"But this will be the most SPECIAL day in our lives, Bennie! I want
it to BE special!" Matt pleaded, tugging on Ben's arm. Since his
transformation he had become VERY gay and VERY insistent! "Besides,
how many weddings have you planned in the past, boyfriend?" he
giggled knowingly.
Ben found he couldn't resist Ben's batting eyes and full lips, and
said "Okay, okay, whatever you want baby." And then the two kissed
each other like the newly engaged couple they now were.
When the kiss broke, he looked Matt up and down and said,
laughing "And WHAT are you wearing?"
Greggie trotted quickly down the aisle to find Mr. Stallion with Leo
on his lap, suckling on his nipples like a baby, his floppy blond
locks shaking back and forth. He had been allowed to take off his
rubber shorts, and now Mr. Stallion had his dick shoved up his ass.
He was in absolute ecstasy, moaning "I LOVE you Master!", he
squealed
as he wiggled his cheeks around Mr. Stallion's hairy legs.
Greggie, jealous, whined "Hey I want a chance to worship my new
Master!"
Leo looked back at him possessively and scowled, saying, "Dude,
I'm
his boi! He just told me so!"
Greggie grabbed Leo off Mr. Stallion's lap and dragged him to the
ground. The two of them then fought to get a place on Mr.
Stallion's
lap, wrestling with each other.
"Now boys, I don't like to see my slaves fight! I COMMAND
you both
to make nice with each other, by having sex at my feet!" Mr.
Stallion said in his deep, dominant voice.
Immediately, the two twink slaves obeyed their Masters command and
switched from wrestling to embracing each other, their nubile
hairless bodies wrapping around each other's, licking and kissing
each other's hairless bodies. Mr. Stallion enjoyed watching his
two
little boys having fun together, and he started jerking off while
watching them…
******************************************************************"Yo,
I can't believe we're at this fuckin' queer show!" Antonio
Sabato
Jr. exclaimed loudly, like a thug, trying to talk over the thumping
music he put one huge arm around Jensen Ackles, his newest convert,
possessively.
"Well Antonio, I wanted to try and get to know my new life better,
and since the only things you really do are work out and
"teach" your
gym class, I WANTED to go where I could meet my MASTER" Jensen
answered, squeezing Antonio's leather-clad ass, eyeing the
bacchanal
going on in the theater with anticipation of joining in.
Antonio was totally in his element, gorgeous, adored, a sexual god.
He was wearing only a baggy pair of sweat pants and a tank top so
tight Jensen was convinced he'd have to cut it off of him. Jensen
himself had opted for a flame-designed Lycra T-shirt with a pair of
tight ass hugging pin striped black pants. He knew they were ass
hugging because since he had put them on in Antonio's bedroom
hours
ago, Antonio had been unable to keep his hands from roaming all over
the flesh of his rear. Even now as they stood locked together, the
Italian giant Adonis and his blonde, sexy counterpart, he could feel
one of Antonio's massive paws searching behind his back tracing a
trail down the cleft in his ass. He couldn't believe his old
self
had once had the hots for Leann Rimes! The feel of Antonio's
fingers
on his butt was almost making him wet his pants!
Antonio and Jensen were still scoping out the scene together when
they heard a lisping voice screaming, "GUUUUUURRRRLLLLSSSS!!!!!"
They both turned to see where the voice was coming from. "Jensen
Ackles! You're looking FABULOUS! Has this big sexy piece of man
given you the makeover you so desperately needed?" A sassy voice
hollered at them.
"Hey, it's Drew Lachey," Jensen answered exuberantly, and kissed
him
on the lips in greeting, and they both gave each other a big hug.
The now "Fey Lachey" hairdresser was dressed only in a pair
of cutoff
shorts and a sheer tank top. His now-red tinted hair glinted with
sparkles and he looked devastatingly sensual as usual, "How ya doing,
ya little faggot?" Antonio said arrogantly
"Listen here, Guido, don't roll your eyes up in your head like that,
I am not just some easy going queen, I am the FAGGIEST of them all!
If you don't respect that, I will wupp your Mafia ass. I was
just
saying you look fucking hot, stud!" Then he smiled and turned to
Antonio with a florid turn and put one hand across the expanse of
Antonio's jutting pecs. "And how are YOU, you big sexy piece of
man?"
he asked, obviously flirting with Antonio.
"Drew, Where are the others?" Antonio
asked,
lighting a cigarette and checking out his reflection in the mirror of
the theater lobby.
Drew considered the room with a diva twirl, "Oh
they're around here somewhere! Now I gotta get me a Singapore
Sling."
Antonio sneered at him and said "Drew, that's such a girl drink!"
Drew giggled and said "I ENJOY being a girl! Hehehehehe!!!"
Then he
scampered off to get his cocktail.
Jensen was feeling a little jealous and confused. He tugged at his
tight fitting shirt. "Do you think this makes me look fat?"
he asked
Antonio.
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"Whatchoo you guys doing here anyway?" Antonio asked, seeing an
approaching trio of studs as he began to gyrate to the music. He put
one hand on the slope of Jensen's hip and the other on his
shoulder
and started thumping to the music.
"We wouldn't miss a chance to see our
MASTER," A heavy and thickly Spanish accented voice answered from the
crowd. Just then from the sea of faceless tanned bodies and bleached
hair parted to reveal three massive Latin bodybuilders wearing only
pairs of leather shorts and thigh high leather boots. Eduardo carried
three Corona Beers in one muscular hand and they had their arms
wrapped around each other's.
"Adios Mio, Mi Cortisone, Watch esas cervezas malditas baby,
don't you know how hard it was to get through all those
individuos
que bailan without spilling these?" Roberto said to Eduardo, kissing
him on the cheek.
"Aww, Bebé apesadumbrado de I'm, But it couldn't have been that
malo"
Eduardo looked up at his massive chest over his beer with big sensual
eyes, "I bet they saw those shoulders and that chest coming and
¡caer
abajo en temor." He said, rubbing Roberto's muscular shoulders.
Enrique chuckled a hearty masculine chuckle that rolled down the
depths of his huge trunk like chest, and swooped his muchachos up
into a passionate three-way kiss. Their red full lips fought against
each other for a long time before Enrique turned to Jensen and
Antonio and said, "Now do you see why ¡los amo tanto?!"
"I think you're just a bunch of spick queers, Ricky"
Antonio said
dismissively, While Jensen just smiled as he watched, getting even
more turned on.
The beautiful Puerto Rican arched his shoulders angrily, "So what's
your point?" He asked with pursed lips. "And didn't I tell you not to
call me that horrible name? I've told you a thousand times My name
is "Enrique", say it, "Enrique", it's poetry, it's smooth,
it's "Enrique Martinez!" The entire time he spoke his hands were
rubbing Eduardo's and Roberto's bare, muscled shoulders
tightly, as
he took a swig from his beer.
"Don't worry Mega Top Tony, Some day you and Jensen might be as
happy
as me and my muchachos are." Eduardo said smiling as Roberto licked
the side of his massive leather-clad dick and Roberto nibbled his
earlobe.
All three Latin lothario's gave him a wicked cat-that ate-the-canary
grin. "You know that hot muchacho, Gay Lachey, is performing tonight,
right?" Eduardo asked.
Antonio began to smile the same lascivious smile, "yeah" he said
interested. "I fucked his hot ass just the other day!"
"Well you know the hot blonde rapper Eminem?" Enrique continued,
teasing him along.
"Yeah!" Antonio replied, his grin growing even bigger, as was his
dick.
"Well guess who's doing a duet with Gay Lachey tonight!" Roberto
screeched wildly, clapping his hands against Enrique's and
Eduardo's
excitedly.
"No way!" Antonio yelled out, slapping the three of
them on their wide bare backs, the four buff He-men looking just like
four football pals in a huddle. "Damn right muchacho," Eduardo
answered, "He was just converted into one of us and IS now!"
Antonio nodded vehemently making the large mounds of pec muscle jump
up and down, and growled "I'm gonna fuck THAT ass
tonight!"
Jensen was feeling very jealous, but then Josh Duhammel came up
behind him and started nuzzling his ear. His jealousy gave in to his
passion, and he got on his knees to give Josh the best blowjob he had
ever had…
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Mr. Stallion stood up on stage like a leather-clad god, and raised
muscular arms and placed his hands up. "Silence, my slaves!"
Each and every hunk and twink stopped and sat down, obeying their
master's orders obediently.
"I've transformed you all into new forms and orientations
that better
fit your selves much better than your previous, boring, heterosexual
selves. On this New Year, don't I deserve a thank you?"
The entire crowd chanted in unison "THANK YOU, MASTER!!!!!"
Mr. Stallion smiled an evil smile, and said "So, I would like to
bring you all an act I think you will all enjoy! Marshall Mathers
and Gay Lachey, but first, their "backup" singers, the
BACKSIDE
BOYS!!!"
The crowd cheered in anticipation as the lights dimmed and the five
transformed boy-banders ran onto the stage to the applause of the
crowd.
Nic stepped onto the stage first wearing a black leather jacket that
did little to cover the large planes of his bare chest. His pants
were skin-tight black leather too, and clung to his body so well they
made his ass look like it was two luscious blueberry bubbles. His
heavy package was clearly displayed and its low carriage was
impressive enough to elicit gasps from nearby audience members.
Next came Justie. He wore a pair of orange
rubber overalls and nothing else, his young well-defined torso
seeming even more impossibly streamlined in their baggy girth. He had
on an orange leather backward cabby cap and a lot of sparkle makeup.
He minced forward seductively and grabbed Nic's hand quickly as
if
the quick separation of their introduction was too much for him to
bear.
Next came J.C. looking very sexy in a pair of
red leather chaps and a red leather harness.. Every move of his over
tight frame undulated with muscular definition. He swaggered to the
front of the stage like a ballet dancer, rubbing his hips together
and his pecs rolling with sweat as he undulated in front of the
crowd.
He was followed quickly by Lancie, who sauntered suggestively up next
him on bright leather boots with a 6 inch heals and covering his
impossibly muscular legs up to mid thigh. His Go-go boots did less to
cover his gorgeous legs than to accentuate the beauty of his powerful
calves and tight thighs. He wore a pair of short shorts and a wide
yellow collar. His body glistened with sweat and he couldn't help
himself from constantly touching himself, running his hands all over
and letting them roam longingly over his tightly packed cock while
winking at several men in the front row. His tight compact
dangerously slim torso seemed to burst from the waist of the tight
leather shorts like a viscous V. His ripped pecs bounced as he
flicked his nipples and swiveled his hips. He stopped his audacious
little sex show however when J.C. smacked him on his delicious little
butt with a thwack, making him jump up and down in his go-go boots.
And last, but definitely not least, came
Howie. He emerged from the back in all his glory. His flawless skin
and Adonis body bared to all the crowd, save for the small areas left
to the imagination that were concealed by a white leather thong. He
also sported a white leather cowboy hat. He kicked one thickly corded
and broadly muscled leg up into the air until it was against his jaw
and then licked down his own knee, sending the crowd into hysterics.
Then he turned and began to shake his stunning broad ass making the
firm round ass cheeks shake enticingly.
"And now, let me introduce ANOTHER new convert! CARSON DALY,
who will handle the introductions for Nick and Marshall!"
Carson Daly came out (in BOTH senses of the word!),
looking pretty much the same as he always had, except he was naked
and pierced with gold rings on his ears, nipples, and scrotum. He
waved to the crowd just as he always had, and engaged in a long kiss
with Mr. Stallion.
"Alright my fellow mind-controlled fags! Please welcome Gay
Lachey and the Real Gay Shady!" Carson shouted in the microphone
to
the cheering crowd.
Nick and Marshall came running to the front of the stage with
their arms around each other's shoulders, Nick in his studded
harness
costume, Marshall in his skimpy studded leather thong. They both
knelt down before their master and kissed his boots adoringly, and
without further ado, belt into their duet.
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"It's raining, it's pouring my love life was boring me to
tears,
after all these years…" Nick crooned.
"No sunshine, no moonlight, no stardust, no sign of romance, I
didn't
stand a chance!" Marshall sang in an equally baritone voice. He
had
never really sung before, but he found he no longer was interested in
rapping very much (although he DID want to get it on with some black
guys and convert them!)
"I've always dreamed I'd find the perfect lover, but she
turned out
to be like no other boy I loved, LOVED!" Nick sang, rubbing his
ass
against Marshall's leather-clad one, gazing happily at
Ronnie's
smiling face in the front row.
"Raining, pouring, there's no straightness left in us here, and
we
won't waste ANOTHER tear!" the Backside Boys sang in unison.
Then all seven of them began to dance as the
music turned from slow orchestral movement to a booming bass dance
mix, and the entire crowd danced along with them, waving their arms
in the air as confetti streamed from the ceiling.
"If you've had enough, don't put up with her stuff, don't you do
it!" Nick sang fervently, wrapping his arms around
Marshall's
tightly as they danced together
"If you've had your fill, get the check pay the bill, you can do
it!"
Marshall sang, rubbing his ass against Nick's bulging
leather-clad
cock.
"Tell her to just get out, nothing left to talk about, pack her
raincoat show her out, just look her in the eyes and simply
shout!"
Nick sang, his voice nearly breaking.
"Enough is enough! I now am gay, I can't be straight no more no!
Enough is enough! I want girls out, I want men in my ass now!"
The
Backside Boys sang, raising their hands in the air and dancing
wildly, harmonizing with Marshall and Nick.
As they continued their performance and the crowd went wild
(literally), Mr. Stallion contemplated his further plans smugly.
This had begun to have a life of it's own though…
ONCE AGAIN, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!
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