On Tour with DJ

I rolled around in the sheets, hugging myself in the blanket, slowly waking up. Wait, where's DJ? I noticed he was no longer at my back, nor in the bed for that matter. I look around the moment DJ opens the door back into the room. "We should wake up," he tells me, "we have to leave in an hour." I just look at him, crusty eyed. He's still naked, and he bends down to pull off his socks. "Are you coming to shower?" I think he wanted to smile at me, but he's a little stressed by the time crunch.

"Yes, hold up." I rise to a crawl, and slowly drag my legs off the bed, following my friend who all of a sudden became last night's fuck. I pull my shirt off, rip my socks off, and join DJ naked in his bathroom. "Is this shower big enough?"

"Yeah, it'll work." It's just a stand in shower, clearly not meant for two people, but we could perhaps make it work. 

Getting in together, DJ turns on the hot water, and reaches up onto the ledge where his soaps are, too high for me to try and reach. "This is why I need tall men in my life." DJ chuckled, rubbing soap into his hand, then returning it before rubbing up and down my body. "You're gonna bathe me like I'm a child?" I taunted.

"You are my child, son." He reached down toward my legs, giving extra attention and squeezes as he soaped up my ass cheeks. He then leaned into me, turned my head back to give me a kiss, "...and I'm your daddy," he smirked and laughed, planting a big kiss on my cheek. I felt so warm, so comfortable with him, so protected. He reached now to soap up my front, "you have a nice body, the ideal body type I want in a boy." I wasn't nearly as chiseled as him, had a little boy fat, but was mostly toned. He finished reaching around my body. I was just holding arms while the water got warmer. "Alright," he announced, "your turn." He handed me the soap and rose his arms up, his hands touched the ceiling, which was only about two inches above the top of his head, he looked down at me with that smirk, awaiting the moment I, his boy, rubbed soap all over his strong body.

"God, you're an alpha," I filled his ego as caressed the soap all over his muscles. From down below, I felt like a servant giving a bath to his King.

DJ chuckled, loving the way I praised him, "Your alpha," he clarified. I felt warm as he said that. 

"So you admit you're an alpha male?"

"I guess I am. I like things done my way. Life as an artist will do that."

"You clearly also like boys smaller than you that you can push around the way you want."

"Yeah. Guilty." He laughed. "But, I'm responsible, I'll never want to see you uncomfortable doing something you don't want to do. I certainly have my rules, but like I said, I'm here to spoil a boy loyal to me." He continued to raise his arms as I soaped his armpits and triceps, really feeling his musculature. "...and I'm certainly a protector too, don't you forget that." He was the sweetest guy imaginable. God, how did we get here all of a sudden.

"I can feel your protectiveness as I rub you," I told him, kind of a weird thing to say, "you're big and strong, I feel like I'm bathing a King."

"You are bathing a King. I'm a King in search of a boy to make into his kingdom....know anyone?" We both chuckled.

"What's going to happen though after this week is over, though?" I asked him.

You can see the gears turning in his head, not so sure himself. "I don't know, I think I need to finish the tour season, and then when I get back, then maybe..."

"We'll figure it out. We're getting ahead of ourselves."

"True." He agreed.

I finished cleaning him off, and turned off the water. He stepped out first, and held my hand as I got out after him, holding me like a man holds his lady out of a car. He grabbed his big towel from the door, and wrapped both of us. He held my wet body into his wet body, he leaned down and kissed me as he dried our asses. He dried my body first, and then his. "Go get me a shirt, pants, and socks, and put them on the bed for me...please." I of course wanted to help him out, after how he's made me feel. I was happy to serve him a little bit. I got out a pair of jeans, another screamo shirt, and a pair of long white socks. Then I got dressed myself.

D.J. opened the door, all strong and sexy in his towel. He put the towel aside, happily unveiling to me that alpha body I'd just scrubbed down, and then proceeded to get dressed. Clothes on, he sat on his bed, checking his phone. "They'll be here in twenty minutes." "Baby?" He asked me. I turned around. "I have a weird favor to ask."

"What?" I was happy to do whatever it was.

"Remember I said how my feet have been hurting me, would you care to rub them a bit before they get here? You'll make me have an easier day." 

"Oh, sure."

"Yesss.." he was happy to have found someone okay to do these kind of things for him. He scooted back on his bed, his big feet, clean in fresh white socks, pointed up, ready for my hands. I kneeled in front of the bed. His feet in front of my chest, I took my hands to them and began rubbing. "Oh, baby that feels so good." I was happy to make him happy, and kept up my effort. He kept checking his phone, he looked like a King, all relaxed and clean, ready for big professional moves, getting his feet rubbed by a loyal boy.

"It's true what they say about big feet," I offered.

He chuckled. "Yeah, size 13s..." He put his phone down, leaned down on his pillow, eyes closed, just enjoying the massage, softly moaning. "Wow, you're good at that." 

I continued to relax him for a while until we heard the knock at the door. He jumped out of bed, "time to roll..." he said.

---

DJ and I were in his truck, tugging on the trailer behind us. Leo and the girls were in separate cars behind us, DJ kept track of them through the driver-side mirror. We drove the full four hours to the first city before camping out in the lot behind the venue. We arrived at noon and still had a full eight hours before DJ was to perform. He called up Leo on his phone, "Hey why don't you and the girls go ahead and get lunch, I have something to take care of in the mean time."

"Alright, boss," I could hear over the phone. DJ hung up.

"What business?" I asked him. He turned to me with that look of 'don't be stupid.'

"You." He leaned into me and began kissing. "Four hours on the road, I'm horny as fuck." We went back into the trailer, he threw me onto his bed again, and we essentially replayed our scene from last night.

He dicked me so well I told him I wanted to take a nap. He told me to rest up and that he'd go get us some food. He came back with wings after half an hour and we ate them on his bed, together.

"So, do you get nervous for these things, anymore?" I asked him.

"Nah, not really. It depends on the venue," and then he looked at me and smirked, "and having the right support system always helps." 

We chatted for a bit more before Leo and the girls showed up at the door, then it was all business. Leo and I watched as the three of them rehearsed for a while. Leo was in charge of keeping it all together, while I took videos for DJ's social media. Two hours in, I almost got bored, and then got somewhat hard thinking of the amazing sex we had in the past twenty-four hours. 

It was 4:00, and DJ insisted everyone take an hour break. "We're going to go to the bar, you should come with us," he offered. We walked a few blocks to the boardwalk bar, just a few minutes from the trailer, and sat down together in this country-style bar, full of food and stuff. We all sat down at table, the five of us. It was a good opportunity to get to know the girls a little more, I got to know where they were from and what not, yet I felt they really weren't all that interested in me. They were pre-divas for sure.

After the hour, it was time for everyone to shower and get ready. Leo and the girls went to check into the hotel, while DJ and I returned to the trailer. It wasn't so much longer until DJ was sitting up on his bed, reviewing some notes he had, while I was sucking the dick he popped out of his zipper.

"What am I going to do while you're on stage?" I asked him, still holding his dick in and out of my lips.

"That's a good question, I won't have anything specific for you to do." He seemed rather unfazed by my dick sucking, enjoying it, but not letting it deter his focus. "What do you wanna do?" He asked.

I had no idea. I've never been on tour with a musician before. "I don't know."

"I could have you manage those accounts, but it's a little unnecessary right now. The hotels are good. I won't need you to touch up some design stuff until tomorrow when the apparel company gets back to me. Hmmm....you could just chill here for all you want. Tonight unfortunately I don't have any ticket for you."

"Anything you need me to do back here?"

"My sneaker closet is kind of a mess. Care to arrange that for me? Clean some of the sneakers too?"

"Is there a particular way you have them arranged?"

"No, just put up each pair. My running shoes and dress shoes stay on the floor against the back wall, though." It sounded easy enough.

---

After a few more minutes, DJ jacked off in my mouth, happy to see me swallow it all, and was off for another shower before reporting into the venue for the 6:30 tech rehearsal. I decided to finish my nap from earlier, and was asleep when he left.

I woke up feeling the urge to get off, realizing I hadn't gotten off for him yet this whole time. I realized it might be better to wait till later, though. I stood up and walked into the studio, realizing I was now the only one on the trailer. I was kind of shocked with the amount of trust he had in me already. I felt confused about what to do before I remembered my chore. Sneaker closet. Sneaker closet. I opened the closet, turning on the light, to see a number of pairs of shoes mixed on the floor in complete disarray. A good third of all his sneakers were off their shelves, mixed all together with his dress shoes and running sneakers. 

I picked up one shoe, a white, Nike high-top, pretty well clean and polished, with just a mark from contact with another shoe. I took windex and a paper towel and quickly scrubbed that off. I returned to the closet, and rummaged through the mess to find the other shoe and put the pair up on the shelf. I then saw on the floor these shiny red Kevin Durants, and realized these were the sneakers he had on all day today. He must've changed sneakers for the concert. I picked up both shoes and before placing them on the rack I weirdly decided to get a closer look. His shoes are really big, for sure. These were sparkly clean, but had a small odor reeking our from the tops. I looked inside and got a fine whiff of where DJ's feet had been. I looked at the label to see the 'US 13.5s' and all of a sudden felt my dick stiffen. 

I realized the opportunity I had in front of me. I never wanted to tell DJ about my thing for feet, but I could certainly have a little fun now without him knowing. I held the opening of the sneakers to my nose and inhaled, mesmerized by the smell of this alpha man, the same one who's dicked me so well already. I put those shoes on the rack, and then proceeded to pick up some Shaquille O'Neals, Eric Koston's, and Kobe Bryant's. He had Stan Smiths of course these fine ass, gold, Jordans. 12.5, 13, 13.5, one pair was even a fourteen. 

Some smelled brand new, like he's never worn them, others were a little musty, and some I could tell he'd worn pretty recently. God, my dick was so hard, I started to stroke it. I put all of his sneakers back after a good twenty minutes before discovering his dress shoes still on the floor. I bent down on the floor, finding one pair with sheer socks still in them. I polished those extra clean, getting a nice whiff of his dress socks, God, those were the best. His running shoes also had a nice, fainted smell of sweat. I held his dress shoe to my nose, reading the 13.5 on the label, and getting off, stringing cum onto the carpet floor. I was fast as hell to clean that all up, and leave his shoes neatly organized before closing the closet door.

---

I heard the concert from in here, just watching TV. I could hear the crowd get excited, cheer him on. I soon passed out without realizing. I heard the door open and DJ and Leo came in the trailer loud as hell, congratulating each other on the great crowd and successful gig. Leo told DJ he would go back to crunch some numbers with the venue managers, and that they'd see each other in the morning. I looked at the clock, 11:14. The show must've just ended. 

"Not going out to party?" I asked DJ as he opened the door into the bedroom.

"Nah, not tonight man, it's the first night. Too early," he told me, taking off his coat and going into the bathroom to wash off some of the make up. "Did you fix the closet?"

"I did."

 "How long it take you?"

"Like an hour. I watched TV and passed out for most of the show."

"Damn, that sucks, man. I'm pretty sure Leo got you tickets for tomorrow." He sat on the bed next to me, kicking off his sneakers. He leaned in to kiss my cheek, "I'm sorry."

"It's alright." I wasn't bitter, just maybe a little bored. He continued to undress, then we fucked, and went to bed, ready to move on in the morning.

---

Tuesday, second day of the tour. We slept in a little bit, only having to drive two hours to the next place. I felt my ass was a little sore, not realizing how much harder DJ went with me last night. He tossed me around in bed with him for a while. It was a little before noon when I decided to help wake him up with a little tongue-dick love.

"Good morning, baby." He yawned and stretched, enjoying his soft cock getting soothed by my tongue. As he awoke, his dick got harder and harder, and he only spent a few minutes fucking my throat before shooting a load deep down. 

Tuesday was much like the first. We drove in the truck together, the others following behind. We fucked when arriving to our destination, then went out to eat before they had to get ready. Leo did get me tickets for tonight's show. So I got to watch with VIP access instead of cleaning shoes. After the concert DJ gave the 'I'm tired and don't want to go out tonight,' signal, and we returned to the trailer where we again fucked and went to sleep.

Wednesday, DJ did not have to perform, it was his off day. We slept in until 11 and took our joint shower, where I blowed him to completion under the running water. DJ had still scheduled a practice at 12:30. Leo and the girls all showed up, and together we continued to rehearse and practice the run-throughs for DJ's final two shows. Just before 2:00, after deeming all was going well, DJ had dismissed everyone from the trailer except me.

---

Just moments after Leo shuts the door behind him, DJ comes over to me holding his crotch. "Man, that practice held me in, those last twenty minutes were getting difficult," he explains to me, unzipping my pants. Without really asking me, he holds his hand over my head, pushing me towards the floor, "Kneel down." 

Those nine-inches I'd gotten to really know these past few days are again in my face, as I'm on the floor, kneeling on my jeans, my head in line with the shaft eagerly sticking up at me, looking at me like I'm a preferred friend of his. "C'mon baby," my new man nearly begs. I move in, wrapping my lips in the all too familiar way, soothing his long, white dick with the softness of my lips and spit. "Oh yeah...." he moans. I'm bobbing my head up and down, enjoying his moans, his affirmation of my good performance, really beginning to enjoy it now after being so of guard in the middle of the day.

"A midday massage?" I asked him, teasingly.

"Oh yeah," he grabbed the back of my head, pushing me down his cock, shutting me up, "and a midday snack for you." He chuckled. 

"Mmmmm," he kept moaning, pushing my head in and out. He then pushed me off his cock, I nearly fell backwards. "Stand up," he commanded rather imperialistically, stroking his moistened member the whole time, "take everything off." I gladly complied, and in a matter of seconds I stood on my clothes, totally naked, before this lanky 6'3" musician who's been thrilled to use me all week. "Get over here," he wagged his finger to come closer. He kissed me, passionately, holding his hand behind my back, grabbing me into him, his tongue piercing my mouth. He was both thirsty and passionate all at once.

DJ swings me to his side, picking me up just so slightly off the ground, his tongue still down my throat, enjoying it as he pleases. He hulls me over to the soundboard and bends me over so that my back is resisting laying on the buttons and what not. He starts jacking my rising cock, never letting his tongue out of my throat, leaning into me with force, holding me down under his bodyweight. His finger find my whole, a little tighter than before, which makes him smirk and chuckle in my mouth, "Oh yes boy, you know how to keep in nice and tight for me."

He backs out of my mouth, withdraws his exploring finger, and spits in it. He back into my face, without penetrating my lips, just keeping them in contact, looking into my eyes with an agenda in his pupils. He barely dampened finger probes, probes deep into my hole and I squeal from the pain. He bites my lip, refuting my noise. "It's okay baby, you know I'm not gonna hurt you."

A few seconds pass, and that big dick I somewhat lubed up with my saliva is now deep in my ass, I'm being vibrated up and down the soundboard. He uses his foot to pull the plug out so I don't fuck anything up. He chuckles at my situation, knowing its slightly uncomfortable, knowing how much power he holds in that moment, knowing that we both completely love it.

My mouth is hung open and the sensation, the total plumbing he's doing, all the hard sensation he's putting on my spot. He holds my neck with one hand, controlling my head and jaw, piercing his tongue in my open mouth. "You are mine!" He tells me aggressively. He's reached a level of dominance I haven't know. Fucking me in and out, I slide up and down the audio levels, moving almost in synchronization with the levels of sensation he has administering his dick. "Ohhh yeah," he moans loudly, this has become a cliché porn. Thrusting me, banging me against his soundboard like a total jungle lion, I feel him shoot so deep, so densely in my ass, I feel my rectum become a complete pool of this musician's strength, his testosterone's excess.

We both pant in the come-down, and he slides his dick out of my ass, as I slide down off the soundboard, back onto my feet. We decide on an hour's nap, before taking a shower again in anticipation of the second practice at 5:00. 

--- 

We drove to the last and final city, where DJ will perform two gigs. Today's a bit different of a day, he told me after our morning fuck that I should follow Leo around today, as he needed to spend the day practicing with the girls.

We're in Leo's hometown now, and he's had plans all week to visit his son while the mother was out of town. I felt kind of weird about the situation but decided to not make it awkward and just go with it, it'd be some bonding time for Leo and I. 

We arrived at the trailer stop around 1:30 PM, and Leo and I decided to go have a drink at a bar before trekking over to his ex-wife's house. "I'm gonna need a few drinks before stepping foot back in that place," he told me.

DJ and the girls went off to do their errands, and Leo and I found at this chammy restaurant, sitting around the central bar with some sports on the television.

"My son's a weird kid," he told me. "He's doing okay in school though," he said looking down into his beer, "and that's all that matters to me right now." 

After some more conversation and a few more beers, we walked the few blocks to get to their house. I could feel the neighborhood wasn't quite the best, but walking beside Leo, 6'6" bouncer and all, I didn't bother to sweat.

We arrived at the three story building, which didn't look neither amazing nor run down, as did most of the buildings on that street. Leo rang the doorbell and within half a minute we were greeted at the door by Leo's son.

"Terrence!" Leo was excited to see his son. The kid must've been about 6'2", maybe 6'3", wearing jeans, a graphic shirt, and some polished, big, white converse.

"Come in," he told his father, kind of completely uninterested in me. We walked in, the apartment was sizable with only one or two pieces of furniture in each room, large wood floors. "You need a drink?" Terrence offered his Dad, still as if I wasn't even there. 

"Nah man, we just came from Sparky's, I think I'm gonna use the bathroom and take a nap." "What are you up to, son?"

Terrence was walking away from us, toward the stairs, "Just doing some school work, pops."

"That's my boy." Leo then turned to me, "Terrence has a small office across from his room, you could finishing making some of those phone calls and stuff, and even take a nap in there if you want." 

Terrence went upstairs and Leo followed him. I waited a few seconds, feeling rather awkward, and just looked around the house. I made it upstairs to the office, just on the other side of Terrence's room. His door was already shut, I could hear what seemed like a movie through the door. I came into the office room, leaving the door somewhat propped in, as the room was kind of small, and seemed like it could use some air. 

I was on the computer looking at a list of of vendors to contact about DJ's new shirt line for the next concert tour. I was working for a solid ten minutes when I heard another door open down the hall, and saw a female open the door into Terrence's room. She was about 5'7", black, skinny. She didn't fully close the door all the way.

I continued working, but a few moments later I caught more of the sounds coming. I could look out my door, and perfectly into their room, and perfectly froze. The girl had her legs up while Terrence fucked her from the side of the bed, and weirdest of all, Terrence wasn't standing on the ground, but on this other kid's face! It was a dude! This guy looked like a 5'6" latino kid whose face was completely smashed under Terrence's big, black feet, while he fucked his girlfriend. I'd never seen anything quite like that. I wanted to look away, I had to, but I couldn't.

My gaze was completely frozen continuing to watch the girls ass be pummeled by an aggressive, big dicked Terrence, while he nonchalantly stepped all over this boys face. "Yeah bitch," he told his girl, as she moaned in pleasure. The boy was completely silent and mute in his humiliation. 

I had to leave the situation, before they saw me. I couldn't move to close the door, they'd see me in plain sight. Behind me, to the far side of the room by the window, there was another door, perhaps a closet. Honestly, killing time in there would be less awkward than having a cross-hallway seat to some weird, kinky, orgy. I tiptoed, made sure to be silent as possible so I wouldn't be detected, and quietly opened the door to yet another horror. Behind the door wasn't a closet, but another door into the master bedroom where Leo laid on the bed with no clothes on other than a shirt, jacking off his massively wide dick. I could see the other door to the Master Bedroom was also propped, I could tell Leo also heard the sounds coming from his son's room. This was all too weird. I didn't know where to go. Either Leo would detect me, or his son would, if I moved anyway further. I simply froze, watching this 6'6' black man get off, supposedly to the sounds of his son's orgy that I could still hear. What. The. Fuck. 

I stayed frozen for two more minutes. "Yo, come here," I learned Leo say softly, his dick still out. He told me to quietly close both doors. I did, still hearing the orgy across the hall. "Lay down beside the bed if you don't wanna see me get off." 

I really didn't. It was all too awkward. I laid beside the master bed while hearing the sounds of Leo's masturbation. I heard his moans and even saw the spring of jizz as he climaxed. He calmed down, and moved to the side of the bed. He sat on the side of the bed where I was, his big feet coming down over my face. I couldn't tell if it was an accident or not. I pressed down on my face, and I had a moment, a brief with of this giant black dude's musky feet. "Oops, sorry," he then scooted over, resting his bare feet on my chest instead.

"Even at 35, a man still needs to get off when he needs to get off," Leo told me from above, chuckling. "Listen, I know you and Deej get it on," he confessed to me, still sitting with his feet on my chest, "it's alright, and I support you both."

"What has he told you?" I asked him from below.

"Nothing," Leo said, "I just know the kid. I know his quirks. His ins and outs..." He paused, "I can tell he likes you a lot." I cracked a smile. Leo's massive cock was still out, some of the excess cum dripped down onto my shirt. I didn't say anything. "He just texted me, too."

"Saying what?"

"You may have to spend the night here. They're gonna be practicing after tonight's show, and don't us to be there." 

---

I spent the night on a sleeping bag in the office, away from Leo, without having ever formally met Terrance. Though, I'm not sure if I wanted to. This was weird. All of this was really weird. I kind of wanted to go home.

Friday, the last day of this tour. We'd drive back to campus tomorrow. Leo and I walked back to the trailer around 10:00 AM, DJ was nowhere to be seen.

"He's in the venue, talking to some managers." I was beginning to wonder why DJ hasn't been texting me all of these updates. Without trying to care much further, I went back into DJ's room and decided to take a nap, rather than process all of the strangeness going on around me.

---

I'm beating me eyes, not realizing how much time has just gone by. I hear on the side of my lame body, my phone is ringing, waking me up. It's DJ. "Hello?" I answer kind of groggy.

"Yo, yo, yo. What's up?" I hear DJ all excited. "How was Leo's yesterday?"

"Okay." I really wanted to say 'What the Fuck.'

"So, I wanted to let you know that I got you tickets for tonight! Sadly I don't think I'll be around until after the concert with all the set up these guys have me doing, it's the big one!" 

"Okay, that's great!"

"So, I'm not too sure what you want to do in the meantime, but when you come to the concert get in the VIP line and just say your name. You'll get right in."

"Alright, sick." I told him.

We ended the call. I instantly pondered, 'Yeah, what am I going to do until 8 PM?' The clock only read 12:37, what do I do with seven hours? Of course, the first step was to continue my nap. I fell back asleep. 1:45. Okay, so only six hours.

I turned around and watched a movie on DJ's T.V. Four hours.

I decided to watch some regular TV when all of a sudden that afternoon urge came in. It was almost 5:00, just about an hour and a half before I figured to shower and get ready. All of a sudden I had the thriving urge for DJ's dick. God, why the fuck can't he just come by for a little bit. So I texted him.

"Man you can't take a break for half an hour and come back to the trailer ;)"

"Nahh man. lol. I'm tight. I'll make it up to you tonight after the show tho" Ughhh. I just wanted to soft lip his giant dick. Then the idea came to me.

I didn't want to do it. I already had a feeling of guilt just thinking about it. My urge got the best of me. I walked out into the studio, to make sure Leo nor anyone else was around. I opened the door. I turned on the lights to the shoe closet, seeing all the shoes I had rearranged the other day. I double checked to make sure no one was even nearby outside. Then I head in, finding the shoes DJ wore most recently. I saw him wearing the red Jordan's. I sniffed that shit so hard, trying to get any recollection of his presence. My dick got harder as I kissed the front of his shoe pretending he was in them, tall, in front of me. God, I was a such a freak, but it was so good. 

I held up several other pairs to my nose, Nike's, Jordan's, LeBron's, trying all of them to see which had the best smell. Finally, I found a limited edition pair of Kobe's that smelled ripe like he wore them this morning. I laid them on the ground, and like a freak kneeled, pretending he was standing in front of me. I kissed both of his shoes. "Thank you, Master," I said softly. "Kiss them, boy," I imagined him saying. I soon got off shortly afterward.

I took another quick nap, then decided to head to the shower and get ready early.

---

It was a good concert. Definitely DJ's best, or at least the best that I've seen. DJ said his thank yous as the crowd roared and he exited the stage. The aisles filled up quickly as everyone began to leave and head out to go to bars or wherever. 

I got a text from Leo, "Where are you?"

"In the aisle, leaving." I was only by myself.

"Okay." He responded. 

I thought it was rather weird he had nothing more to say.

The energy was certainly high as I exited the theater. People were loud, drunk, drugged, or whatever, the party clearly was far from over. I finally made it outside after a good twenty minutes just trying to leave, and spent more time navigating through the crowd on the street to get around to head back to the trailer. 

I looked at my watch, 10:45, the show had already ended half an hour ago. I finally managed to make it to the trailer, and opened the door. No one was in the studio, but the lights were on, and I could hear ruckus coming from DJ's room. I felt so confused, it sounded like an orgy.

I came through and opened the door to satisfy my usually predictable instincts. FUCK HIM. He laid on the bed like a king, still in all his bling, his sneakers on, Monica and Jane to either side of him as he kissed either one of them, "Girls, that may have been the best one yet." They just giggled like vapid idiots. DJ finally noticed me at the door, my face must've not looked so content, "Ayyy, girls, there he is." They laughed as they saw me, it felt more like they were laughing at me, than innocently giggling with me. "Com'ere man," DJ insisted.

I stepped my feet through the doorway. "Close the door behind you," the King asked. I did. Not happily. But I did. "I hope you liked the show man," he asked. He then leaned into each girl knelt by his side, blowing into each of their belly buttons. DJ and I clearly weren't official, and it be naive to assume we were already exclusive. Yet, after all that, after all the tenderness this week, the sweet talk, I wouldn't have expected to walk into this, especially with girls. I didn't even respond to him.

"While you're down there man, can you take off my sneakers?" My eyes darted like they were trying to stab him, yet I didn't want to disobey him. I felt I didn't have a rational reason to be mad, and being mad would just make me seem like a bitch. I walked forward to the bed and kneeled. No one noticed as I untied the big gold Jordan's on DJ's feet. He was too busy exchanging make-outs with the girls. When one girl was holding his face, making-out, she would be kissing his neck. I finally untie both laces and pry both shoes off simultaneously. I can already feel the heat and smell the sweat from DJ's white socks, it was the first time he had been barefoot all day clearly. 

He spoke. "You see that boy?" DJ called the girls attention to me. "That boy, is extremely loyal to me." They chuckled. "I will have his back forever." I almost smiled in the sweet talk, I appreciated it, yet didn't understand this whole situation. "Care to prove your loyalty to them?" He asked me.

"How so?"

"Give a big kiss on each of my big toes." The girls laughed in hysterics.

I felt so humiliated. "Do I have to?" I lamented.

"Man, just come on, you've done it before." He was right. I leaned it, and gave a simple kiss on each of the big toe. "Take my socks off too, while you're there." They all chuckled at me, I was being passively humiliated, they all continued to make out. 

His socks were off, his bare size 13s perfectly exposed, red with sweat. "Get up here on the bed," DJ patted down. I climbed up his legs, approaching this orgy where the girls were nearly on top of me. DJ zipped down his jeans, and retrieved his grown cock, holding it out. "Care to take care of me, man? I told you you'd get your chance."

I was about to say no. I was humiliated. He wanted to me to suck his dick while he made out with Monica and Jane. What the fuck is wrong with him. In that same moment though, I take a good look at his cock, throbbing, rock hard, those nine-inches that have driven me wild all week. It was almost robotic. I stuck my head over his cock, and plunged my lips down. I could hear them all chuckle at me, ridiculing my eagerness. 

I just ate it. I ate both the ridicule, trying to not give it my attention, and ate DJ's throbbing cock, so excited. He was clearly high. They were clearly high. It was all the fame, the power, the sexual tension, and probably some cocaine, too. I sucked his dick like it was my job, because it was. My head bobbing up and down his cock while the three continued to play, my hand jacking the depths of his shaft where my mouth wasn't reaching.

DJ backed away from the girls and bent in to hold me at the back of my head, plunging me down so my lips met his ballsack, his cock prying deep in my throat. Monica and Jane cracked up at DJ's power over me, laughed even more as they watched him bob my head up and down his white, silvery cock. He leaned back to cuddle the girls, "That's your supper, bitch," he told me. "Lick my balls." He brought his foot to my head and pushed me off his cock. I then went further down, burrowing my nose in his nutsack and licking like an animal, tasting that sweat, all of DJ's musician must, fully accepting my humiliation. The laughter meant nothing at this point, it just fueled DJ's power, and fueled my submission to him. 

"Yo, DJ!" 

We heard Leo walk into the trailer, calling us out. DJ again brought his foot up and pushed me off the bed. "Go take care of Leo, will you?" He asked. I felt terrible that he was kicking me out, as I left the room, I saw him turn around and pin both girls on the bed as he prepared to fuck the both of them. "Leave the door cracked open, please." I did.

I walked out into the studio and saw Leo sat on a chair, his pants were zipped down and that massive dick I saw yesterday was out, being stroked. "Get over here boy," he signaled. I was almost afraid. "Come take care of Uncle Leo."

I got a few steps closer when he pried himself out of his seat, and grabbed me by the back of the head and dragged me into a kneel in front of him. He had zero patience at the moment. Sitting back down he thrusted his meaty cock deep into my mouth, already in my throat. I bobbed up and choked, completely un-expecting all of this.

"Yeah, you like big black dick, don't you?" He asked rhetorically. "You like Uncle Leo's 9-inch chode?" It was wide, about double the girth of DJ's. I barely had room to salivate as I took that in my mouth. Up and down, up and down, he grabbed my head and played it like in instrument over his fat, beer can cock. "Ooohh, that feels so good, boy." I was humiliated, being played like an accordion, yet loving every second of it. 

SMACK. Leo smacked me across the face, completely out of nowhere. "Yeah, you like that little bitch, don't you?" He did again. "Yeah, like that? Want more?"

DJ heard this and intervened from way back in his room, "Yo, Leo, cut it out, I need him in one piece for me in a bit."

"Sorry, boss." He then pushed me off his dick, and continued to jack it in front of me as I was rag-dolled on the floor. 

"Infact," DJ spoke again, "Get the fuck back in here boy." I could hear the girls chuckle. I crawled back into the room, my legs almost too weak, but honestly being too afraid to even get up and walk at this point. I walked in to see DJ licking between both of their boobs, and then pushing them both back further up the bed. "Get the fuck up on the bed, boy," he spoke to me, "right in front of me." I positioned myself on the bed, looking straight at the girls, ass up to DJ.

"Oh yeah." He did it, plunged his cock right into my ass and I screech, closing my eyes. The girls laugh in front of me, and DJ begins to thrust me deep into his bed, the springs barely able to handle it. "That's my boy," he told me, holding my head back, grabbing my hair.

"Girls, get closer," he instructed. The girls knelt up right in front of my face, their fucking pussies to either side of me. "Okay boy, you're gonna lick the dick taste from their pussies until you can't taste me no more. Got it?"

"Please don't do this DJ," I almost cried in humiliation, "please don't. I'm not straight. That's so disgusting." 

"Hehehe," he chuckled, "I know it is, but that's too bad."

He thrusted into me so hard that I squealed and was pushed right into Monica's pussy. My mouth open, I could already taste it, and obeyed and stuck my tongue out, tasting what was just awful, sour-ass girl pussy, the most disgusting taste ever, but coated with the taste I know and loved too well, DJ's dick. The flavor of DJ's dick having been there was just enough to make this possible. I had to completely close around, tonguing around Monica searching for any remnants of DJ. Boy, did she moan. 

"My turn," Jane got jealous, the dumb bitch. DJ grabbed the back of my head, and held me like a toy right into Jane. Her pussy tasted a bit cleaner, yet marked stronger by DJ, I could tell he fucked her a little longer. This was more tolerable, so I opened my eyes to see the bush of hair around her, and closed my eyes immediately after being so horrified by the sight. 

Back and forth, DJ pushed from one girl into another, three more times, until he deemed by himself that it was enough. "Okay, girls," he announced, pausing for a brief moment, "go take care of starving Leo, leave me to my boy in peace." 

The girls chuckled and paced off to get a taste of..."Come get a taste of Leo's big cock, girls," and the three of them all chuckled, shutting the door behind them.

DJ resumed his fucking, going even harder than he had been. "Oh yes boy, don't you worry," he began to reassure me, almost out of breath. "Monica and Jane certainly taste fucking amazing," he explained, "but you're still my boy. I still own you." His fucking got more and more intense and I heard him begin moan and begin to climax. 

He took his cock out of my ass, he grabbed me by my hair, and turned me around, dragged me off the bed into a kneel in front of his big cock, where he stood tall before me, just in time for me to see all of jizz ooze out of his tall cock and spring all over my face. I couldn't see, just feel the weight and smell the musk of the white mask DJ had just covered my face with, my God, was that shit dense. 

He sat in his chair, "Come clean me up, boy." I moved over to him, face still drenched, and licked the cum that had sprayed on his shaft and balls. He took a towel that was to the side, and wiped my face clean. "You did good boy, I didn't think you'd be able to handle all that." He paused. "Were you humiliated."

"Yes sir, I was."

"Hahaha," he chuckled, standing tall before me. "Well that's what you get when you go through my stuff."

"What do you mean."

He pulled up on his phone a surveillance camera app, and unbeknownst to me, there was a camera directly above in his shoe closet. "Do you honestly think, I would keep about $130,000 worth of shoes in one closet, and not have security to monitor it?"

I froze. I was so embarrassed.

"It's okay." He patted my shoulder, calming me. "You're loyal to me, it's a shame we go home tomorrow."

"Will there maybe be a next time?" I asked him.

"We'll see, we'll see." He said. "For now, let's just get to bed." I agreed. I was completely exhausted.

We snuggled under his sheets, DJ big spooning me as he always does, but extra tight. "I think I could love you," he told me. I felt myself melt further into his arms. We were exhausted. We could still hear Leo and the girls playing around, but we were so tired, we didn't care. We passed right the fuck asleep.