Disclaimer:- This is a work of fiction, it is also a work of a novice, I am not getting paid just trying to pursue my interest in writing. I am not doing this for pay, as I am not getting paid, and I have not nor attempted to claim rights to the tv show Victorious. I have no idea of the sexuality of the actors in the show.

Author Note:- This is a work of fiction. What you are about to read is 100% fake, it has not happened nor do I think will happen. If you do have sex do so with someone of legal age and use protection. I am proud to present my first request story.

Chapter One

Robbie Shapiro first heard the love song when he stayed back after the school since Rex had detention. It was a song that was still a work in progress as the unknown singer sang the same line with slight variations each time. Unfortunately for Robbie, he was running up and down trying to find the composer as the empty halls made his voice travel and the echo did not help matters. The thing was the lyrics touched Robbie mentally and physically he wanted to help with the song and perhaps help himself with the artist of the raunchy love song.

The second day he ditched Rex as his friend ridiculed him on his obsessive need to find the composer and started his search early, perhaps a little too early as there were still students about in the hallways. He was receiving strange looks, whether it was from not being with Rex or his shifty eyes as he walked the hallways, who could say. Robbie was dead-set determined to find whoever got him hard and sexually aroused by his voice and unfinished song. The worst part Robbie had an eerie feeling he should have recognized that voice if not for that blasted echo!

That night Robbie tossed and turned while the lyrics played endlessly in his head, teasing him with the seduction of unbridled passion. The song was improving, and he needed to play a part of its birth, he equally needed to see who was writing this masterpiece and bottom for him. If he could get him hard and wet with his just his words and voice, then his body itself will shatter his very mind and body. The 16-Year-old slipped his hands down to his hard member and begun to stroke himself; he wouldn't allow himself to cum that night. It just felt wrong without the composer say so.

André Harris was freaking out, and that was putting it plainly. It all started when his good buddy Beck Oliver asked him to write a love song for him and his girl Jade West the bizarre thing was he told André that the song has to be as dirty as sin itself and gay, not happy gay but homosexually gay. Beck revealed that he and Jade plan to make out to it while Jade will be role-playing as a bloke. The song had to be ready in a fortnight. André knew that was around Beck's birthday and wondered if this was a gift to himself.

The African-American felt way out of his depth; school was a welcome deprive of his issues with writing the song. While school work did distract him, it was never truly far from his mind. He spent time with his friends as much as possible to keep the private work private, unintentionally giving Beck the idea it was progressing much further and better than it truly was. He noticed Robbie being suspicious and somewhat submissive. Once the song is over, I must find out whats eating him André thought as he excused himself and made his way to the locker.

He hid away in an empty room as he looked outside as the student body disperse waiting for the last of the stragglers to leave. Writing such a song like this is impossible at home where his family will hear and ask many awkward questions, similar to doing so at a friends house where they and their family will be seeking answers. School seemed the best option, his greatest concern being a school staff member finding him. Once he felt it was safe, he opened his songbook read it through then rack his brains for the next line. If only I had experience in what I'm trying to write.

Today is the day Robbie thought. I have eliminated the other areas of the school, and my Mystery Man has to be around here somewhere. The song has not even started and the 16 year was hard as a rock while his mind was creating images of some of his favorite lines, particularly chocking on Mystery Man's 6-inch uncut meat. Fuck my mouth hasn't drooled so much since I started hearing this song. The song began, and Robbie was racing down the halls eager to find his Mystery Man and see a master at work.

The ventriloquist was covered in sweat and heaving as he frantically searched for his Mystery Man, he had not cum since he first heard the sexy voice sing the dirty love song. He felt like if he did not contribute to its creation his life will have hold no meaning, that is how much he cared to be a part of it. Plus he desperately needed Mystery Man to fuck the cum out of him, Robbie did not doubt that his Mystery Man was bi or gay since the song strongly indicated he likes to dominate a boy.

He reached a door and leaned against as he tried to catch his breath. Upon making contact with the door, the singing immediately stopped. André hearing a thud against the door stopped and listened in case of his nerves, and his over imagination being the culprit but grew fearful after hearing wheezing on the opposite side of the door. Carefully he made his way to the broom closet and hid once more inside, hoping that whoever it didn't search too hard as there weren't too many sports to hide.

A grin spring on the nerd looking boy's face as he straightened up and sorted himself. On the opposite side of this door is his idol, the man who haunted his dreams and every minute of his day. The man he wanted to help write the song with and if he was lucky his needs. Clothes straighten, hair brushed through with his fingers and breath checked Robbie turned the handle and attempted to walk in with confidence he did not felt. He wanted to scream in outraged in finding an empty room once more.

Robbie's outburst caused desk to be swiped clear of its contents, chairs and tables flipped. This event might not have happened if the ranchy love song had resumed but alas it didn't. With his anger and frustration ebbed the young songwriter fell to his knees and begun to cry.

André heard a ruckus and feared discovery almost as sudden as it begun and stopped, and sobbing noises were heard, curious he pried the door ajar and peered out. There he saw Robbie crying while muttering about wanted to help, desperately needing to help and strangely enough "God, damn freakin horny." What the hell?! He wondered opening the door further to see who it was that upset his friend, as Robbie was not known to have angry burst.

His curiosity cost him as no matter how far he opened the door he failed to spot anyone else in the room and finally, the door creaked and Robbie looked up and saw André hiding in the closet.

"André?" Robbie questioned in disbelief. It did make an eerie level of sense. He knew that he should have recognized that voice. As he watched his friend leave the closet nervously, Robbie studied his physique and liked what he saw. André would be sure to break him in as a worthy fuck toy. I would never imagine him as gay! He thought as he wet his lips.

"What's the matter, Robbie? Who upset you?" he asked as he looked around at the mess he made. He wanted to whistle in admiration, and hoped to god that Robbie does not ask about that blasted song of Becks!

Beaming with delight Robbie admired his man, as he will always see him as such he just needed to find a way to make André see him as his property in turn. "Can I hear your song from start to end? Well, where you are up too I mean since… well, you know it not being finish and all." Mentally flinching at his nervousness. André seemed just as nervous in turn as he fidgets with his songbook in his hands, "I… Uh, can explain about that. Please don't tell any, most importantly Beck about this but a few days back he asked me to write that stupid song, and well I've been struggling to get it down ASAP so I could put that idiocy behind me."

No, no, no he couldn't mean that? That song was asked for by Beck! How could his own song not speak to him like it does to me? No wonder he has been struggling with it! I could help him find his passion which will help him relate and appreciate the song better. "I could help you with it." Robbie offered while doing his best to keep the hurt out of his voice.

"That be great you are more talented at songwriter while my talent lies more on the musical side," André enthusiastically replied.

How to play this? I always want him to take charge and use me, and now I need to make the first move. However, if I can show him my worth, I might get his cock inside me daily. "Your problem is that you are letting the song frustrate you, take a step back and relax," Robbie explained.

"I can't it needs to be done soon, I really don't have much time to finish it."

Robbie made a song of agreement before asking, "Instead of focusing on another subject or activity to unwind, what about an activity that relates to the song?"

"Relates to the song?" André repeated while trying to make sense what his friend meant.

I wanted to be used by him, hoped I don't burn any bridges by taking the lead just this once. Robbie placed his hand directly on his friend's crotch, it was soft but seemed to have a promise of the potential to be large. His hand started to fleck and palm André through his pants. "The song is about sex, so the next time you feel stuck take out your cock close your eyes and start stroking. But it's not just about sex it's dominating gay sex. Have you any experienced on this at all?" Robbie asked while beginning to pull down an distracted André's fly.

André had his eyes closed as he enjoyed Robbie's hand fondle his cock, shaking and verbally answering him while keeping his eyes closed. He has been stressing over school and that horrid song he forgot about handling his needs. He spread his legs and had his hands moved to unfasten his jeans, just to discover what Robbie was doing when his hands made contact with his friend.

"What the fuck Robbie?"

"As I said dominate sex, you need to-" Robbie unbuttoned his boxers then move his hands through the two openings he made and made contact with the cock his been craving to see and taste. He then continued from where he left off, "dominate me, make me gag on this magnificent piece of meat of yours, slap my face, make me your slave!"

André moaned as his cock was played with by another hand for the first time. As Robbie begun to maneuver his shaft, so it was free, and his eyes and mouth can feast on it André hand shot up and stopped him. The two friends stared at one another without moving. Slowly André and released his wrist and Robbie continued his action from earlier.

André wanted to close his eyes as he was about to be exposed for the first time in front of another, it was not that he wanted to stop Robbie earlier he just had cold feet for a brief moment in time. However, he forced himself to watch his friend and saw his eyes widen and him licking his lip. André started to question his friend sexuality.

"Can I suck you, Master?"

Damn, he is keen! "No, not yet, stick out your tongue," André ordered. He stood there as his friend followed his instruction with his dick sticking out of his fly. He began lightly smacking his cock against the boy's face then grew a little more aggressive as Robbie calmly took it. Curious he decides to quickly dive by pointing his hard shaft inside the nerd's mouth then back out, just as Robbie started to engulf his mouth around the cock.

The little whimper thrilled André with the power he now held over Robbie. "Stick out your tongue." He instructed once more. Once he did André started slapping his cock on the 16-year-old tongue, "You want this? Huh? You want to suck on my seven-inch cut dick? If you choke on it, it is going up you tight lily white ass! Answer me bitch!" André was shocked out of his sex craze by his own words. "I'm so sorry Fro I don't know what came over me. I'm just so damn horny and-"

"Save it, I am your bitch to be used however you see fit. Fuck my mouth, Master." Robbie kisses the head of his cock, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. His eyes stared imploring at André to take control.

Still, André was uncomfortable with the situation particularly the look in Robbie's eyes. His hands hesitantly hovered near the long curly haired teen, ready to grip and hold in place but its Robbie one of his best friends. Can I really just use him for my own needs and treat him like dirt in the process? I need some time. "Get off your knees, barricade the door and undress me… then yourself."

"Yes Master"

André watched as he pushed a table against the door and grinning moronically approached him for undressing. Together the two worked together until André was nude from the waist up. As Robbie started to kneel down to begin on his shoes André stopped him, "Not yet" he said huskily grabbing Robbie's hair he pulled him into a kiss.

Robbie whimpered and groaned into the kiss, he couldn't help it as the act of kissing his man at long last made him so happy that he just cummed without touching himself. God this is mortifying, I hope his not going to be turned off by it. I need him in my life with his cock and cum inside me daily. Fuck, it's a massive load, doubt I shot as much before in my life. I can already feel some running down my legs!

André was enjoying the kiss the whimpering and groaning from his… bitch was thrilling the way that Robbie seemed to hold him in reverence was exciting and a little creepy, I could grow to like this, he thought after the kiss. Thoughts of that song being a bane of his existence were forgotten as he will learn later on that afternoon that Robbie was indeed his muse.

"Take off my shoes." It's Robbie, I just can't call him my bitch to his face. My god, I just thought of Robbie as mine!?

"Yes, Master" Kneeling down he started untying André's shoe and pulling it off. As he went to put it down, André called his attention. "I want to see you inhale deeply from my show while your other hand is down your pants fondling yourself."

"Yes, Master" he repeated and did as ordered.

Once he stopped inhaling, he started to pull out his hand and stopped after realizing his hand was covered in cum.

"Stop playing with yourself there is still the other shoe to take off and sniff."

Embarrassed Robbie nodded and revealed his hand.

"Is that cum? Dude, did you cum sniffing my shoe?" André laughed.

"No, I didn't cum sniffing your shoe Master." A shame face Robbie replied.

André took hold of his hand. "This looks and smells like cum to me." Might as well try it "taste like it too. Take off your pants and show me that you're dry."

Robbie tried to explain but was cut off. "Show me now, or we are done, you hear me."

"Yes, Master"

Robbie removed both shoes, left his socks on and pulled down his jeans showing his slightly older friend the mess in his briefs and the trails of cum running down his legs."

André was impressed with his load and the fact that Robbie was hard and waiting once more. How could he expect me to not notice that? "Well, you clearly lied to me and need to be punished for it."

More is on the way, promise! – H.

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