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Kissing 2 B Clever	By : cristianlovesyou Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Culture Club Views: 3877 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction! I do not know the members of Culture Club, and I do not profit from these writings.

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The spotlight shone down harsher as the twilight progressed further and further into eve. The stadium echoed and George felt a slight pressure as all of the audience members clapped and cheered. The noise was fully encompassing but it filled him with energy and he grinned,“Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dream, red, gold and green, red, gold and green!”

He finished strong, the pressure of noise increased tenfold. George felt excitement and energy well in his stomach and flow into his heart, making it lighter. It was impossible to distinguish what all of the people were saying. Seventy-thousand people yelled and screamed around him, for him, and it felt amazing.

Another spot light turned on and the stars that were slowly appearing became more and more evanescent with each new spotlight. After the fifth spot line shone its yellow haze down onto the band, the stars were completely vanished from sight and the night seemed that much darker. The air was humid and muggy though no insects flew about. The heat and humidity left every person with a layer of sweat.

The darkness of the night finally found permanence as George looked back in frustration. Why were they not starting the next song as they had planned? As he looked backward, a sudden calm began to distill the arena. He looked back at Mikey and Mikey looked at him with a look he did not recognize. Suddenly he was frightened a bit but he pushed the emotion away.

He looked at Jon and saw him staring at him intently, while Roy seemed to be distant and indifferent. The stadium was now at a low murmur and George pulled the microphone down and said to the band,“The hell are you doing?”

No answer came forth. He glanced nervously out to his right as he heard the audience members get more and more silent. Every part of the stadium was filled, people were overflowing from the stands and fans were in the area surrounding the grandiose stage. Finally, it was completely silent.

Frustration and anger threatened to overwhelm him but something felt wrong, terribly wrong. He turned to look to begin yelling at his band mates. When he turned, he saw no one. He appeared to be the only one on the stage. He looked around frantically, not seeing any of the familiar faces of his band.

The unnatural silence was sickening and frightening; he felt faint suddenly. Had he been abandoned mid-show? His heart began to race and he began to panic.
Suddenly his arms were pulled behind him, the microphone falling from his grasp and hitting the floor of the stage, the thuds echoing all around him. He yelped and jumped forward, trying to turn his head to see who was near him as he yelled, “What the fuck are you- “

He cut himself off as he felt cold metal trap his left wrist. The microphone rolled on the ground and caused white noise to emit from the speakers, but all seemed to be silent. George managed to pull his right wrist out of his captors grasp but he shrieked in discomfort when yanked back suddenly and strongly. Cool metal soon fell upon that wrist as well.

Without hesitation, his captor shoved harshly upon George’s shoulders causing him to tumble onto the stage chest first. He groaned slightly and closed his eyes tightly as he felt his body impact upon the floor. A dull pain thronged throughout his torso and chest as the man walked next to his head. In fear, he turned his head and saw black dress shoes that looked familiar. In fact, he had picked something out like that for Jon… Jon?

George lifted his head up and widened his eyes as he saw Jon bend over to grab the fallen microphone. Jon was wearing a black suit but the overcoat was unclasped and George could view his white undershirt layered underneath. Jon looped the cord to the mic loosely around George’s neck and placed the mic on the ground in front of George. The loop was just tight enough that if George moved back, the mic would follow, along with the amplification brought by the microphone.

George threw his head side to side and inched backwards, only resulting in bangs, thuds, and shrieks from the microphone.

Metal clasped around his left ankle and he jerked his right leg up, trying to escape, to no avail. Completely immobilized, he thrashed once before he yelled, “Jon, what the fuck are you doing?”

The question echoed through the stadium along with thuds from George struggling in his binds. When there was no answer from Jon, his mind flooded with fear and he struggled harder. His gasps of fear and exertion permeated the air.

Suddenly, weight came down onto George’s back and he wriggled under it trying to get away. Jon’s knee held George’s back captive as he grabbed the hem of George’s pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. The pants were very easy to pull down as George had chosen a size larger for comfort.

At this action, the audience murmured. A shriek wrung out of George and he struggled under Jon’s weight and the cuffs’. George let out a weak sob as he realized he would not be able to stop him and laid the side of his face onto the cold, hard floor of the platform.

George gulped away sobs silently, not knowing what else to do. Fear laced through every fiber of his being and paralyzed him and his thoughts. He felt completely exposed, his ass and cock shown to the world. He thrashed his body some more but Jon just increased the amount of weight on him so he couldn’t move. Pleased with his work, Jon admired his captive lover for a moment. A small smirk graced his face as he began to get to work.
Jon rubbed his ass cheeks, caressing them, and George growled. Jon smacked his ass for the growl once, resulting in s sharp yelp from George, and then moved on to spreading George’s cheeks. He laughed when George looked down in shame and humiliation.

George heard Jon spit into his hand and felt a finger at his entrance. A tear ran down his face, he tried to pull away, and not let Jon see; though he knew it was futile. George gulped and decided to try to relax, as the situation was bad enough. Pain did not need to add that much more suffering to him.

The finger pushed inside of him, the makeshift lube not enough but George was accustomed to such things and felt no pain, only discomfort. A second finger added to stretching and preparing him with little pain, due only to George’s effort to relax his muscles. The fingers navigated their way through his hole, looking. When they found what they were looking for, George moaned quietly, the microphone amplifying it tenfold. His face was red from humiliation and tears. His breathing became more ragged, and the microphone could pick that up as well.

Jon let a clandestine smile onto his face as he cooed to George, pleased by his reactions.

“Good girl.”

George turned his head towards the direction of Jon’s voice and growled. Jon merely laughed.

Jon’s fingers kept stroking his sweet spot repeatedly and George held in his moans, gritting his teeth in effort. He breathed in and closed his eyes as he moaned louder than before. He couldn’t hold back, it felt too good.

The audience, incensed by George’s moans, urged Jon on, “GO ON, FUCK ‘IM!”

“SLUT!”

“FUCKING FAGGOT!”

“MAKE HIM SCREAM!”

George grunted and squirmed, trying to get away from the stimulation. He felt the familiar build up and he desperately wanted to get away from it. Jon increased his hold on George and stroked harder than before, making George shriek in unwanted delight.
George moaned softly as his body bucked against the floor of the platform without his consent, his cock rubbing and creating wonderful, nearly painful, stimulation. He groaned and shuddered suddenly as he came, his mind completely lost to the momentary bliss. He breathed deeply, recovering from the high, shame covering every feature of his visage.

“Mmm, you’re such a good girl for Master.”

“Fuck off!”

Jon merely smirked in reply to the disobedience. The audience however, reacted more violently.

“DON’T LET THE FUCKING BITCH TALK TO YOU LIKE THAT!”

“PUNISH ‘IM!”

“PUNISH THE BITCH!”

George laid waiting for Jon to do something, but instead nothing happened. Jon listened to the audience’s ideas, which were unintelligible to George.

As George regained his wits, he realized his painful arousal had not been relieved, though his seed lay underneath him, he felt it. He lay passive for a few moments, not knowing why he was still so horny. When he could not stand it any longer, he wriggled against the ground in desperate desire.

George lost control and bucked against the platform again, moaning. He didn’t know why or how, he just knew he had to come. It was as if he had not come at all, as if the lust was still building inside of him and he whimpered in need. He heard Jon’s pants unzip behind him and he became more nervous.

George felt his body lifted for a moment and he looked back in confusion as Jon reached under George’s hips and wet his hand with his cum. He wasn’t sure when Jon had taken the pressure off of his back.

Presented with the opportunity, George tried to crawl away. Jon caught him by his ankles and pulled him back with little effort. George cussed in his mind, knowing that if he didn’t keep it mental all the people watching this would hear the amplification.
He heard Jon rubbing his own cock now; lubing it with his cum and stroking himself to hardness. He then saw Jon’s fingers in front of his mouth, smeared with his own cum.

“Taste your cum.”

George, not knowing how far Jon would go, unwillingly opened him mouth. He licked and sucked his cum on off Jon’s finger, swallowing the small quantity of his seed. Jon seemed to be pleased and straddled George’s hips, leaning down to suck on the right side of George’s neck, one of his sensitive spots as a reward. George moaned and squirmed as Jon licked, nipped, and sucked his neck.

When he was done, Jon got up on his knees behind George’s bum. Jon pulled up George’s ass and held his hips firmly in place, so that George was level to Jon’s pelvis. George grunted, still tingling from the assault on his neck, and moved his head to the side and let it lay on the ground. The microphone was directly next to his mouth and he tried to ignore that thousands of people were witnessing him be forced to cum.
He tried to ignore that thousands of people were watching, and cheering, while the man he loved and thought he could trust raped him.

George continued trying to crawl away but Jon just held his hips tighter with his hands and George was certain he would bruise from the pressure he was using. George jerked forward and Jon dug in his nails in warning. George made a noise of pain and stopped trying to get out of his hold.

Knowing he had George under control, Jon reached into his pocket, having prepared beforehand, and brought out a long, slim container. It contained a clear liquid and was about one inch thick and seven inches long. He flipped the top of it off.

Without warning, George felt a cold and odd shaped object at his entrance and he wriggled away from it but it still pushed in. It was small and hard, he could barely feel it inside him. He squirmed in surprise and gasped as cooled, thick liquid poured into his ass.

Jon pulled the lube container away from George’s ass, and rubbed his hole and around it, testing. George moaned lightly at the feeling of it inside of him and Jon’s touch, not knowing why it felt so good. All stimulation seemed to result in an immediate hot wave to his throbbing dick.

Jon closed the cap and reversed the bottle, putting the blunt end against George’s asshole. George had little time to relax before the bottle slowly pushed into him. There was little resistance once he relaxed and it slid inside with little difficulty. Jon, more than pleased by George’s obedience, cooed lustily, “Good girl.”

The audience had their own ideas and George heard a particularly loud man screaming.

“FUCKING SLUT!”

George closed his eyes, ignoring Jon and the audience. He moaned and rocked against Jon’s hand, wanting it deeper. It was then George realized Jon wasn’t holding George up, but that he was on his knees of his own accord. Guilt and disgust welled inside of him but he didn’t even want to squirm away anymore, it only resulted in my being snatched back, and besides, this felt too good. He ignored the emotions that struck at his conscience when he thought the last thought.

Green-blue eyes snapped open is delight when Jon slowly moved the bottle in and out. George moaned and pushed back to get it deeper inside. It wasn’t a strong sensation but it was very enjoyable and he let it whisper through his body. Jon then tilted the bottle and pushed harder than before. George shrieked in surprise and pleasure as a white bolt of ecstasy shot itself up his back. Jon repeated this until George was nearly drooling in pleasure, grunting and moaning, needing release. Jon finally stopped and pulled out the bottle, tossing it behind him. George moaned in disappointment.

Jon pushed George’s ass down and straddled his hips. He leaned over and grabbed a fist of George’s hair, pulling back George’s head. George made a noise of discomfort but didn’t make any objections. He tried to rub his cock onto the floor of the platform and found Jon was too heavy for him too. Jon smirked at George’s chagrin and said loudly,“Now, pet, you’re going to moan for me. You’re going to call me Master,”
Jon looked into George’s eyes, “And you will do everything I tell you to if you want to come. Is that understood?”

George gulped and blinked away tears, “Y-yes.”

Jon tightened his grip on his hair and George whined. Jon asked him angrily, “Yes who?”

“Yes Master,” George corrected himself. He let out a sigh of relief when Jon let go of his grip. He rested his head on the ground, his neck aching from the angle Jon had held it. Jon got off of George slapped his ass lightly. George understood when Jon grabbed his hips. With Jon’s assistance he rose to his knees, presenting his ass.

George relaxed himself when he felt Jon’s dick at his entrance. He breathed deeply, readying himself to take in the large organ. Jon pushed in slowly, his thick member pushing with little resistance. Jon spoke again,“Oh, and when you come, scream my name.”

With a flash of pain, Jon pushed his dick all the way into George. George groaned in pain but did not move, breathing deeply.

“Or else.”

Jon started pumping and George gritted his teeth in pain. Jon noticed George’s discomfort pulled George’s legs back and he held up George’s hips so that he could get a better angle.

George answered quietly to the threat, “Yes Master.”

Jon pumped faster in this new position and the pain melted away, becoming delicious waves of ecstasy as he hit his sweet spot repeatedly. George moaned here and there, enjoying the experience as much as he could under the circumstances. This continued for a bit and then Jon began pumping harder and faster, making George nearly scream in delight. George’s moans seemed to be a never-ending tide throughout the stadium.
Jon grunted and then stated loudly, “You’re a girl. You’re a fucking disgusting, slutty, girl.”

George moaned and answered, “Y-y-yes M-Master.”

“Say it!” Jon demanded roughly, still pounding George’s ass.

“I’m a girl,” George moaned out unwillingly, crossed between humiliation and ecstasy.
George yelped in pain when Jon slapped his ass, hard.

“All of it,” Jon grated brutally, going slower but harder now.

“I’m a disgusting, slutty, girl, Master,” George groaned out, seeing stars from how hard his prostate was being stimulated.

George moaned even louder when Jon increased to an animalistic pace. His eyes rolled back when Jon grabbed his neglected member and stroked him. He came quickly screaming in release, “Fu-FUCK! JON!”

His body tightened, forcing Jon along. Jon grunted and came inside of him. George moaned quietly, liking the feeling of Jon’s cum spurt into him. Jon laid on top of George, recovering from his own orgasm. When he recovered, he pulled out and stood up. A zipping sound emitted from behind George as he blinked, still not quite recovered. He felt the cuffs on his ankles undone and the ones on his wrists as well. He grunted when he let his arms rest, they were stiff from being held for so long.

He blinked again and he was on his back staring up at a white ceiling. George blinked some more, slowly returning to lucidity. He looked around his bedroom, looked at Jon sitting up next to him and at his comforter.

Had it all been a dream?

Jon looked at him in concern.

“George, you okay? You were making a lot of noises in your sleep.”

George nodded, his heart still beating quickly from the chimerical event.

“Yeh, fine. Just a weird dream.”

“Want to talk to me about it,” Jon offered kindly.

George shook his head, embarrassed.

“No, no, I’m fine. Don’t worry.”
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