Kendall eyed James' smooth, tanned torso, admiring the hard muscles that he'd developed. His swimming trunks were shorter than the rest of the guys', so he got a good view of his bronzed, hairy thighs as well. Kendall was glad that he was tanning his back, because his cock was tenting his trunks in a very obvious way. Staring hard at the happy trail, Kendall realized he could barely see a few hairs coming out of his waistband that were probably pubes.
James turned his head to the side, lowering his sunglasses to look at Kendall. The blonde boy dragged his eyes away from the hair for a moment to register the look on the boy's face. A devilish smirk played at his lips. Smiling broadly, Kendall raised his eyebrows. James nodded, standing up from the chair and making his way across the pool to the little pool house. Kendall displayed an admirable amount of patience, waiting until his boner only slightly bulged his shorts before he ran across the pool area and into the little shed.
James was leaning against a big box, the slatted light from the covered window openings providing the only light in the little storage enclosure. The tanned Adonis' shorts were already on the floor in front of him, and he was stroking his growing seven cut inches. Kendall smiled, dropping his trunks, his dick already hard enough to bounce back and slap his abs. The scent of sex filled the blonde's nose as he kneeled in front of James, taking in the sight. His dick was cut and long, with a little bush of dark, well-trimmed pubes and low hanging balls.
Taking the head in his mouth, Kendall tasted a bit of salty precum that had gathered on it. Working his tongue against the sensitive underside, James moaned a bit. Kendall started taking the whole cock in his mouth, sucking in earnest now while playing with his tongue. The boy's tanned pelvis thrusted toward him as he put his hand against the blonde hair, pushing the head further onto his cock. Kendall took the opportunity, snaking a finger against the boy's asshole while his pelvis was off of the box. He pushed against the wet hole, feeling the tightness around the tip of his finger.
James moaned a little more loudly as Kendall slowly worked his finger into the hole, hitting the prostate as he sucked. Using his tanned foot, James gave Kendall some relief, slowly rubbing his toes up and down the blonde's six-inch cock, pressing it against his pale abs and thick bush of pubes. Suddenly, light flooded the little room.
Carlos stood for a moment, taking in the moment as it was frozen in time. Two of his band mates were in front of him, totally naked. James had one foot on the floor and one pressed into Kendall's crotch, while one arm was holding him up against a box. The other hand was against Kendall's head, whose mouth was around his cock. Kendall's hand was pressed between the tanned boy's legs, a finger dug into his asscheeks.
In a flurry of movement, Kendall and James unwrapped themselves from one another. They feebly tried to cover their raging erections as they attempted to explain the situation. "Stop!" Carlos said, and the two boys stopped talking, standing ashamedly. "Do you have any idea what you're doing? You're lucky it was me that found you, and not a stranger or someone on the staff! We could get kicked out, and fired, and God knows what else!"
Both boys shuffled ashamedly, staring at the ground as they received the lecture. Grabbing both of their ears, Carlos led the boys out of the pool house. Caught off balance, both boys went with their captor, their hands raising to their pained earlobes. Carlos dragged the boys past the pool, earning them the laughter of the multiple swimmers, most of whom were attractive aspiring singers and actors. He led them through the hotel, the soft carpet feeling weird beneath their bare feet as they were led past the hotel patrons, who looked at their bouncing, rock-hard dicks as they walked by.
When they finally reached their condo, Carlos managed to open the door with his elbows, leading the two naked boys into the room. Finally letting go of their ears, the fully clothed Carlos stared angrily at the taller naked boys. Both James and Kendall stood, shocked and humiliated, trying to figure out what had just happened. Had their band member really just paraded them in front of everyone in the hotel, naked and totally hard?
"Well?" Carlos said, his hands on his hips as he looked at them angrily. "What do you have to say for yourselves?"
Both boys stood in shocked silence, looking into Carlos' eyes. Using both hands, he smacked the long hard ons, and both members jumped and smacked their owner in the abs. Both boys felt odd, having their band member and their responsible disciplinarian touch their penises. Carlos got up close to the boys, who were standing shoulder-to-shoulder, and cupped their balls. The strange and slightly threatening intimacy made both boys feel uneasy. "So who wants to go first, then?" he asked. After no reply, he gave a slight tug on the balls, showing that he was willing to hurt them if he didn't get an answer.
"I'll go!" Kendall yowled in pain.
"Okay," Carlos said, letting go of the blonde's balls. Leading James into the hallway by his testicles, he positioned him next to the door. "I want you to stand here, with your hands behind your back. If I find that you've moved even one muscle, you'll live to regret it."
Leaving the large, tanned boy outside to stand naked, showing his erection to the hallway, Carlos returned to the living room. He turned his attention to Kendall.
"Kendall, you know that you're not supposed to do what you did with James today. We have an image to maintain. If anyone had found out, you'd be in so much trouble. We could lose our jobs. I'll have to teach you never to do it again, I suppose," Carlos said, standing beside the boy and sliding his hand down his back, resting on the naked ass cheeks.
"Since you seem unable to control this," Carlos said, pushing the head of Kendall's cock down so that it would slap him in the abs, "I'll have to deal with it. If you want to hump something so badly, I'll just have to find something for you."
Leaving his friend's side, Carlos disappeared into the bedroom for a few minutes, returning with Kendall's favorite sweater. "Here, I know you like this one," Carlos said, handing the boy his sweater. Confused, Kendall started to work the sweater over his head. "No no no," Carlos said, taking the sweater back. "If you're going to ruin our image, you can certainly ruin something you love. So here, fuck this."
Kendall looked at Carlos, confused. Rolling his eyes, the shorter boy wrapped his sweater-covered hand around the six inch cock, stroking it. Kendall's cheeks flushed at the intimacy, though he noticed that he'd never been more aroused. Taking the sweater from Carlos, he continued stroking the material from the tip of his cock to his unkempt bush of pubic hair. "Try holding it still and pumping into it," Carlos suggested, watching from next to the boy. Kendall held his hand still, humping the sweater-filled hole made by his hand.
Meanwhile, Carlos took a spatula from the kitchen, moving around to Kendall's flexing, pale ass. He began spanking the boy as he his ass muscles flexed, reddening the white cheeks. After a few minutes, the boy's ass was red and sore, and his favorite sweater was covered with splooge. "There," Carlos said, "are you satisfied?" He held up the sweater, which was surprisingly wet with cum, having taken a big load from the super-stimulated Kendall.
Taking the boy's hand and leading him into the hall, he positioned him on the other side of the door from James. He made the blonde boy stand with his legs spread apart, and his hands behind his head. Surveying James, he saw that the boy hadn't moved a muscle. His seven inch hard on was still raging and leaking precum. "Did anyone come by?" Carlos asked.
"Yeah, three model guys I know from the agency. They all laughed, and one of them smacked my dick around to watch it flop. And another pinched my nipples. And one even kissed my mouth," James reported dutifully.
"Good," Carlos said, taking the boy's thick, tanned bicep and leading him into the house.
"So, since you want to get fucked so badly that you'll ruin our reputation, I figured you could ruin something you love," Carlos said, reaching into one of the kitchen cupboards. He produced James' favorite cordless microphone, which he had deemed lucky.
He commanded the boy to bend over and spread his legs, then separate his asscheeks with his hands. James' face flushed red as he exposed his hole. Feeling wet fingers begin to probe it, he looked back to see Carlos attentively fingering his hole. It felt weird, having a part of the boy inside of his body, and weirdly intrusive. Still, he couldn't help feeling that the intrusion was hot, and it turned him on.
Then, Carlos slowly began to wiggle the small end of the microphone into his asshole. It felt big; too big. The boy continued to push, and James tried to relax his muscles. Slowly, the handle slid in, until the end of it pushed against his prostate. James moaned when his prostate was hit, his dick squirting a bead of precum. He looked back again to see Carlos grinning widely as he began to push the large instrument in and out of his hole. James couldn't help making a little noise every time his prostate was brushed against, and Carlos said "Yeah, moan like a little bitch." After a few moments, the pressure inside the boy became too much, and his dick exploded, shooting upwards to cover his muscular chest in cum.
Removing the microphone from his ass, Carlos then opened the door to find Kendall getting sack tapped repeatedly by an angsty looking teenager, who was laughing. The kid ran off, and he invited Kendall back inside. Kendall passed James, who was still breathing heavily, bent over with his widened hole exposed. Carlos ordered the two to stand side by side, and they complied.
"Now, to make sure that you've learned your lesson, from now on, you're only to wear briefs around the house. Also, you'll both have to go to concert practice in your underwear. When we change our costumes backstage, you're to get totally naked for as long as possible. And you're not to wear underwear when you're on stage. Okay?" Carlos asked, and both boys nodded. "Oh, and at tonight's concert, I want you to wear your sweater, and James, you're going to sing with that microphone. See you on stage!"