(Disclaimer: This is all fictional)
I get tickets to see Van Joyce a famous guitarist/vocalist for this band he's in. I was ecstatic to see the guy live in my hometown of Montana. Time passes by, and I head to the concert. After I enter the arena then get to my seat front row, I became psyched for the show to begin. Van shows up looking cool with his makeup and everything, then they start the show. For some reason, I couldn't take my eyes off of him which made Van notice. He didn't mind as he gave me a wink.
The concert was over, but then some of the bandmates stop me.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"I'm Randal Matthews." I answered.
"I'm Cathy." she said. "Van wants to see you. You're not in trouble or anything, he just wants to ask you some things."
The fact Van wanted to see me was nothing I was expecting. Why would he of all people want to see me? Was it because I was looking at him like an obsessed fan? I didn't mean to be that love stoned. I would follow Cathy backstage. I fidgeted because I may be banned. I'm in backstage seeing Van for the first time. I gulped feeling nervous to see him.
"Don't be nervous, and you're not in trouble." he said. "Just wanted to see you. You're pretty hot."
I blush then get hard a bit.
"T-Thanks." I stuttered.
Joyce smiles. He offers me a Pepsi, my favorite drink. I didn't even know he knew about what soda I like. I was in utter surprise by Van.
"How long you been a fan?" Van asks.
"Very long time. I have all your CDs, shirts, all of them. Your music videos were bangers." I say to him.
"Well I'm very happy you like my style." said Van Joyce.
We drink and listen to some of his greatest hits. The bond we shared got palpable between us. I gazed upon his bone structure and everything. Joyce rubbed my thigh gently. Throughout the rest of the night, we had an amazing conversation about video games, movies, it's like a dream come true to find someone I have in common with.
"You're so cool." I say to Van Joyce.
He laughs in agreement.
"So are you." he says in response. "You're amazing. I'm not doing anything after this, Randall, so you wanna come hang out at my place, just me and you?"
I bite my bottom lip. I could not believe Van's suggesting this offer. Could I be dreaming? Is this a fantasy I'm in? The questions were rushing in my head spiraling out of control. Van insisted I come by to his house.
"Sure." I answered quickly.
Van Joyce prepares some drinks for me and him. I arrive at the household where I see tons of scented candles. I became curious. What is this? A ritual of some sorts? Dinner for a special occasion?
"Glad you could come." said Van Joyce. "Have a seat."
I sit then drink some soda. We look into each other's eyes keeping each other company while the night was young.
"What do you want?" I ask calmly.
"I wanted you to come here," he replies, "plus there's something I was wondering if you're interested in. I have a fetish for... pee. Was wondering if you would like for me to do that on you."
I was flattered Van told me this. Piss porn wasn't on my list, but hearing Van Joyce telling me his fetish became unprecedented.
"Yeah. Long as it's between us." I said.
"Cool. Also, mind if I hypnotize you with my hard cock? Always wanted to try." said Van Joyce.
"Hypnotism?" I ask curiously.
Van became nonchalant about it as if he didn't feel ashamed of admitting another turn on he's into. Van's choices of fetishes sounded erotic to me. He sees how bulbous my hard cock became the more in delivered details on what he likes. He whips out his enlarged cock for me to see. He swings it from side to side making my eyes watch every move. I start to drool.
"You're gonna be a good boy for me. When I snap my fingers, you shall be under my control." Van says in monotone.
