Popstars
It’s early days in the new series of ‘Popstars’, the show that gives absolutely anyone the chance to give up their run of the mill existence, leave college or resign from their dull job, and be turned into a pop star. With the music business’s biggest names supporting the winner, success is guaranteed – winning Popstars is better than winning the lottery.Unfortunately for the pop impresario judges, they have to sort through a lot of ugly ducklings before they find their swan. Unfortunately for the young hopefuls, they do have to be able to sing – no matter how good looking they are.
“Hello and welcome to the third regional heat of Popstars! This week we’re in London and thousands of boys and girls have queued for hours for their..."
"...chance to strut their stuff in front of the judges, and hopefully hear the two words that might start them on a path that will change their lives forever. Those two words? ‘You're through!’ "
"I'm Annie Copeland, and we're here with some very nervous people, all of whom are due before the judges in the next few minutes."
"And what judges they are guys! We've one of Britain's most influential music producers Amina Warwick, top DJ Lynn Duval, Sara Richards manager of chart toppers Situation X, and finally there's head of A&R at ACE Records, the legendary Germaine Smith."
“What’s your name, how old are you, and where have you come from?”
“Hiyah Annie! I’m Tonna, I'm 19, and I’m from Scunthorpe! It’s fantastic to be here, and I’m going to give it my best shot!”
“And who is this you’re holding hands with? You haven’t hit it off with another contestant already have you?!” “No Annie! She’s Michelle, my fiancé.”
“That’s great Tonna. Now what are you going to sing for the four judges this afternoon?”
“Well, I’m singing it not just for the judges, but for Michelle too, and it’s ‘You are the sunshine of my life’.” ”That’s lovely Tonna, great song. Are there any judges you're expecting to be particularly difficult to please?”
Tonna's hands are sweating and his confidence is sapped quickly away at the thought of singing before the ruthless Germaine Smith. He can't bring himself to even say her name. Michelle pushes her way toward the microphone; “that Germaine is a right bitch..."
“Wooooh! Fighting talk there from Michelle on behalf of Tonna, who’s up before the panel in moments.”
“Before we see how it turns out for Tonna, come with me behind the scenes and experience some of the electric atmosphere.”
Danny’s ‘do rei me’ warm up singing sounds angelic, Annie decides the startling contrast between the muscular shaven-headed boy and his lovely voice goes without comment, she hurries along the corridor.
In the toilets, Luke who at 18 is one of the younger contestants, is desperately trying to get his hair sorted when a bustle in the corridor alerts him to incoming attention from Annie and her camera crew.
If Luke knows anything about the music business, he knows that you’ve got to look good. He calmly carries on preening himself, confident his hair has never been better.
He can’t deny that the butterflies in his tummy are going haywire, especially now the lights are on him.
“I said hi to Luke earlier, he’s 18 years old and has come down on the train from Preston today! Hiyah Luke!” ”Hey Annie!”
“You look great Luke, but how much emphasis do you think the judges are placing on appearance this afternoon?
“I don’t know, but it all helps doesn’t it? Which - just between you and me - is why I’m wearing my lucky pants!”
“Well we can’t see them so we’ll just have to believe you!” “You can see my jeans though, they’re pretty cool.”
“Do you really think that’s going to make a difference with the likes of Germaine Smith on the panel?”
“It can’t do any harm, I mean look at these shoes, they look wicked...”
“…and check out this shirt. It’s going to look fantastic under the lights. Lucky pants, great shirt, cool jeans. I can’t go wrong!”
“There’s one vital ingredient we have to check out though Luke. But don’t just tell us what you’re singing today, let’s hear a sample!” Luke is no where near as confident about his singing as he is his about appearance.
However, as the cameras are on him, and people stand around staring at him expectantly, he shuts his eyes and goes for it. The Justin Timberlake song he’s chosen echoes weakly round the bathroom.
After just a few lines he’s cut short by Annie who links vociferously to the first contestant. “That’s great Luke. Let’s hope you can give as good a performance with the four pairs of expert eyes of our judges burning into you!”
Along the corridor, sat expectantly behind their desk, Germaine, Lynn, Sara, and Amina watch impatiently as Tonna tentatively squeezes the door open.
Tonna feels the temperature drop as he enters the room.
For the briefest of moments he senses the four women instantly judge and dismiss him. ‘I should just leave now’ he thinks, ‘I know they want me too’.
Seeing the sheer terror on his face Amina can’t help but break out into a smile, happy in the knowledge the four’s fearsome reputation is working overtime for them today. “Okay, just stop where you are. And you are?”
Tonna struggles momentarily, desperate for this to be over with, his mind races, his only thoughts are of the song; ‘questions? What are they asking me questions for?’ he worries frantically, before realising his foolishness and stuttering out his name. “Tonna Punn.”
“How old are you?” asks Lynn, "and what are you singing?". Tonna’s heart is in his increasingly dry mouth, ‘just let me sing the song for crying out loud’ he mentally begs, as he tries to sing out the words...
...“Nineteen, and I'm singing Stevie Wonder's 'You are the sunshine of my life'.”
“Okay, a verse and a chorus please, in your own time.”
In the next few seconds Tonna’s heart feels like it’s about to explode as all the words, the melody, and the timing of his song slip out of his mind.
‘Just start singing man’ he says to himself, and does, stumbling over the first words, and in the wrong key.
Amina can’t help but move her hands to her ears to check what she’s hearing isn’t some strange distortion caused by the acoustics of the room.
The first verse almost through, Tonna feels his confidence build a little, ‘at least they haven’t stopped me yet’ he thinks.
He sings from the bottom of his soul, putting everything he’s got into the chorus.
Germaine can see how hard he’s trying, but toward the end of a long day of many no-hopers trying very hard, she’s no time for tact. “Right, STOP! ENOUGH!” The blood rushes to Tonna’s face, ‘sometimes they stop people because they know right away they are good’ he hopes.
“Well you look quite good, but we’ve heard far stronger voices today. Sorry. Sara?”
Sara has had more than enough of talentless idiots wasting her time, and takes each lacklustre performance as a personal insult. “I can honestly say I’d rather go to the dentist than risk being subjected to that racket again.”
Tonna feels like he’s at a public execution - his own.
Lynn would laugh at the thought of playing that song on one of her shows, let alone if it was sung by Tonna. But after seeing hundreds just like him so far today, she is just not amused. “Tonna, who told you that you can sing?”
The many times he’s serenaded Michelle, who’s waiting outside expectantly, flash through his mind. “My fiancé loves my singing.”
“Okay, your fiancé loves your singing, that’s lovely. Tell me what YOU think though Tonna, do YOU think you can sing?” Tonna feels sweat drip down his back, he knows Michelle loves his singing...
...he’s had so many romantic moments with her, there are so many great love songs he’s memorised the lyrics to, and she’s often said ‘you could turn professional!’ “I’m not that bad” he answers.
“Then both you, and your fiancé, who I’m sure is a delightful person, are certainly both tone deaf” says Sara bitterly, the rest of the panel nodding in agreement.
“You know, that's one of my favourite songs” ponders Germaine out loud, “Not any more!”
Tonna is devastated. Silence descends on the room. He daren’t move. He waits to be ordered out.
“Off you…” Germaine stops herself mid-sentence. “So Tonna, you have a fiancé do you?”
Tonna has performed his song and given it his best shot. But his timing, pitch, and phrasing were hopeless and after telling him he must be tone deaf the judges have refused to put him through to the next round. They were about to chuck him out with all the other losers.However, Germaine is always keen to find some way of lifting the spirits of her fellow judges, and spots something in the face of this young hopeful. At the last minute she decides to keep him in the room for a little longer...
“Yes, I have a fiancé, she’s waiting outside.”
“Look, Tonna, you do realize you don’t HAVE to be a great singer to get on in the pop world don’t you?”
“Wha-what do you mean?” he asks hopefully.
“Let’s have a closer look at you." she replies coolly, and then "Take your top off.”
‘I’m still here, in front of the judges, which has got to be a good thing’ he thinks, expecting to have been sent out by now. ‘But did I just hear her right?’ ”Tonna, take your top off or get out – NOW” confirms Germaine.
‘I really don't want to do this, but these girls are the best in the business, they must know what they’re doing’ he thinks, reluctantly peeling off his top.
Tonna’s mind races; ‘I’ve never seen anyone on the TV show asked to take anything off before. Maybe they cut this bit out of the show. I hope Michelle won’t mind. At least it means they must be interested in me.’
"Come closer" beckons Amina, startling Tonna.
He tries to swagger and look confident ‘remember Tonna, you’ve really got to make yourself stand out from the crowd’ he thinks.
‘What?! She wants me BEHIND the desk?! Tonna’s pulse quickens ‘well, I'd better go! It’s not as if I’m ever going to get another chance to audition for Amina Warwick again…’
As soon as he’s there both Amina and Sara put their hands on him. “He’s firmer than he looks, but could do with getting down to the gym a little more often” comments Sara.
Tonna backs away as the women stand up ‘What are they doing?’ Unnerved, he almost wishes he'd just been kicked out like all the other no-hopers he's seen on TV.
But in a split second the two famous pop impressarios are groping Tonna's chest.
“I think you’re wearing the same perfume as my fiancé” says Tonna hesitantly. As he speaks, Amina grins and her hand darts down towards the waste band of his pants!
Lynn smuggly watches her two contemporaries paw the Popstars hopeful.
Tonna has a sudden rush of goose-bumps as the girls' breasts press against his arms and their warm hands push at his naked chest. ‘Perhaps they’re going to send me to some kind of Fame school’ he wonders.
"Go over to Germaine and Lynn for them to inspect you." orders Amina.
Germaine, the woman his fiancee called a "bitch", stands and heads towards him. Tonna’s unease escalates.
His biggest worry before the contest had been what Germaine would say about his singing. It had never occurred to him she’d be putting her hot hands on his bare chest and caressing his nipples.
“That's right Lynn, dig your nails right in” goads Germaine as she watches her colleague, oblivious to any discomfort it might cause Tonna.
“Go and stand over there and take your trousers off” she suddenly orders.
The thought of standing in front of these four powerful women in just his underpants makes Tonna’s stomach turn over and his mouth go dry.
“You don’t seriously expect me to take my trousers off do you? Why?” he says shakily.
“Because I told you to. Now look, don’t you think Justin Timberlake had to be thoroughly checked before he was signed? DO YOU?!”
Tonna feels naked already, standing with just his top off. He plays his situation through in his mind, ‘I guess you DO need to be in good shape before they sign you up...'
'...but surely you need a physical or something and that’s a doctor’s job. No – these people are the real experts.' And drawing that conclusion, he hesitantly peels down his trousers.
As he bends forward to remove his trousers from round his ankles, Tonna looks toward the girls, trying to read from their expressions if he’s doing the right thing. “Stand up straight!” barks Germaine.
Germain is the first to appraise him; “not a bad pair of legs on him. What do you think Amina?”
“Well, seeing as he’s only 19 year I’d have thought he’d be in far better shape.”
Germaine brings Lynn in on the assessment of the nervous boy, “I agree with Amina, but I want to see more of him all the same.” “Sara – what do you think” asks Germaine.
“Take off your underwear.”
Tonna is horrified and has to stop himself leaving right away, back into the arms of Michelle. ‘It’s my big break, I can’t just leave because I’m too scared to take my undies off, I’m never going to get a chance like this again.’
“We’ve a schedule to keep you know. Take them off or get out!”
“But… …what…” Germaine bangs her hand angrily down on the desk cutting him short. Tonna realises he has just a fraction of a second to decide. He can choose to take the chance of a career in pop, or throw that chance away, leave now, and go back to his boring job.
His hands shaking and his pants nearly off, Tonna begins to feel nauseous. Amina calls him again. "I want a closer look. Come here."
This time the short walk seems like the longest journey he’s ever taken. He’s more conscious of every step, every smell, and every sound. The four girls seem to be sitting up straighter, they’re quiet, but seem somehow more alert than they were when he first came in - Tonna can see that in their eyes.
Amina, never taking her eyes off his cock, once again instructs him to come round to the judge’s side of the table.
“This isn’t bad, it’s extending to the touch quite readily.”
She moves her hand behind his balls and rotates it, sending his cock swinging round like a propeller.
“I hope you realise what a once in a lifetime opportunity Popstars represents Tonna, we have to be SO thorough at this stage” says Sara, winking at Amina as she strokes his thighs.
‘I know how closely I'd like to inspect him’ ponders Lynn as she watches her friends.
Once again Amina sends him over, ensuring all the judges have the opportunity to inspect the contestant.
‘I want to have a really close look at the very head of his cock’ says Lynn and without waiting for Tonna's reply she grasps his penis, tugging and fingering it.
“It’s all shaved I see. Does ‘Michelle’ like it like that?” Lynn asks. Tonna giggles nervously, unable to answer. Here he is stark naked being groped and bullied by these women.
He has hardly any time to think about it though; Germaine levels another command at him. “Get up on the table!” "What? What for?"
“You ask a lot of questions don’t you? We’ve got to examine you more closely to see how flexible you are..."
"...Now get up there!”
The naked Tonna climbs clumsily on to the table, feeling anything but a potential pop star.
With each command from the girls he has to work harder to convince himself how important this opportunity could prove to be. "Do the splits for us" orders Sara.
Tonna’s legs creak as he tries his best and he's sure he hears Amina stifle a laugh as he teeters, almost falling off the table.
‘He’s hopeless!’ thinks Amina. “That was great, now lie on your back and lets see if you can get your head between your knees.”
He starts to do a sit up, raising his head off the table. “Not that way, bring your knees back” says Sara.
Tonna begins to bring his legs back but when he realises his bare arse is on show for the judges his legs begin to shake with nerves.
Sara isn’t impressed by his performance. "Further back, by your ears!"
Sara and Amina push back on his legs so his rear-end rises off the table, exposing his manly butthole for all to see. He grimaces with shame.
With his cock balls and arsehole fully on display Tonna is wracked with embarrassment.
To make matters worse Sara straight away places her hand on his butt, her thumb a mere inch or two away from his exposed hole!
Amina looks down at his cock and scrotum framed between his spread legs and need only put slightly more pressure on his leg to expose even more of his most private parts!
With Amina making sure the naive fool cannot get out of his uncomfortable position the panel of judges caress and finger the lad's parts.
The four top pop business names in the country inspect his arsehole, cock and balls while his fiancé waits hopefully outside. Tonna can barely stop himself from breaking down into tears then and there.
Several curious fingers probe, prod and caress Tonna's naked parts. Sara lightly strokes Tonna's balls while Lynn and Germaine accidentally brush against his tight little anus. And Tonna can do nothing about it, obediantly lying back with his legs in the air for as long as they please. But would the panel of female judges be finished exploiting someone this stupid, so soon? What do you think?
They say that auditioning to become a popstar can make your dreams come true in a matter of minutes. But when the hopeful young Tonna came to the auditions that day with his fiance's arm tucked supportively around his waist he never thought that it could also turn so quickly into his worst nightmare!The demanding female judges took no more than a moment to judge his musical talent and then sternly ordered him to strip completely for an unexpected physical inspection. Dimly aware that he's become simply a plaything for their pleasure, Tonna is too terrified to object to anything these powerful women order him to do.
Tonna can barely speak or move. He's in total shock about what's actually happening.
The girls feel the full power of their positions taking physical control of this talentless boy.
Sara caresses his balls feeling how smooth and tender they are while Amina teases the head of his cock.
Tonna is overwhelmed by embarrassment about being handled so intimately. The only other one who has seen him so thoroughly exposed is his fiancé and even she hasn't examined his body under such a bright light while he's laid out like a feast on the table. Despite the intense humiliation of this Tonna could never say no to anything these women asked.
"So your fiancé is waiting outside for you?" Amina asks.
Tonna suddenly realises Michelle might walk into the audition room and discover him stark naked allowing women to paw at him. Still, he's able to mumble a weak "Yes!"
"What are you going to do after this audition?" Lynn inquires staring curiously at his exposed asshole.
Tonna's mouth has gone dry and blood is rushing to his head, "We haven’t any money to do anything else." His mind races wondering what he could say to get them to release him. "We’ll probably stay in our hotel room."
Germaine loves the sudden new kind of power from ordering this man to strip. A parade of sexy young men passes by her all day and it's too tempting not to play with their bodies as well as their dreams. She says, "I think it’s time we milked Tonna here."
Eager to agree Sara says, "Yes we want to see how much sperm you produce!"
Thinking what a delight it will be to send him back to his fiancé with completely drained balls Amina adds, "We want you to produce as much as possible."
Tonna looks up at the women utterly confused. They can't actually be saying this. "Eh?"
"Wank yourself," Amina commands him sternly.
"Wouldn’t you like me to sing again?" Tonna asks helplessly.
They are all completely aware that this loser has no hope at a singing career so why not break up the tedium of the day with a little fun? "No!" they scream in unison.
“Wank! NOW!” Germaine commands impatiently.
Tonna is utterly broken. On the verge of tears he shifts on the table surrendering all his hope and pride.
The girls position him on the table so they can see his body clearly and rate his performance.
Tonna begins massaging his dick to arouse himself.
He expects that the sheer terror of this situation would prevent him from getting an erection. But he feels his dick quickly harden between his fingers.
Seeing the girls look upon him with such pleasure he feels like he’s become their new rising star. He’s adored and wanted!
The girls grab at him as they please, toying with him. They’re high on the power of knowing they could get this hopeless boy to do anything!
Tonna’s body tingles from the assault of hands, causing his cock to swell uncontrollably.
He releases his dick and surrenders completely to their hands. Amina strokes the shaft of his cock like she’s taking possession of it.
The girls take total command of Tonna’s body enjoying the feeling of overpowering him.
He's not the best looking man they've seen all day. In fact he's probably one of the worst. But it feels fantastic having him so utterly under their control to play with all they like.
Germaine has seen a million like this lad. All of them crave success and fame. She could make him into a new star or throw him out into the streets. It’s all in her hands.
They watch his straining face with pleasure, knowing he's submitted totally to their will.
Sara teases his balls, enjoying how he reacts to her touch.
Germaine started this sexual humiliation to break the tedium of seeing streams of talentless applicants. Now she and the other judges find they are really turned on by the thrill of this erect lad.
Amina handles this stranger’s cock like it belongs to her.
They know the building is bursting with hopeful guys like this, but for the moment they’ve singled this one out for the fun of it.
Germaine releases a loud laugh high on the thrill of this.
Germaine wants a chance to play with his cock too, but she allows Sara her turn first.
Sara pinches his vulnerable balls and watches his body react with a quick shudder. He doesn’t dare to pull away.
Lynn teases him by flicking her tongue over his nipple feeling it slightly harden.
She rubs her saliva into it delighted by the involuntary reaction she‘s caused.
Amina does the same while Lynn takes control of Tonna’s cock. It’s burning hot now from all the attention it’s received.
“Don’t let him come until I’ve had a chance to play with him,” Germaine warns.
Lynn barely hears her lost in the pleasure of taking total control of this man’s body. It's so much fun to play with him and make him think he has a chance.
Finally Germaine takes control of Tonna’s dick, feeling it throb in her hands.
The girls love how easy it was to turn this man into their plaything so quickly.
Each girl moves around him, stroking his smooth body and grating their nails over his skin as they please.
Amina squeezes his dick tightly liking how the head grows larger as she does so.
Tonna can’t even remember his disappointment about their reaction to his song because he’s so overcome by the unexpected pleasure of the women’s attention.
He unconsciously reaches for Amina’s chest, gently squeezing her soft plump breast.
Amina and Germaine look up into his face seeing the thrill that has overcome Tonna and knowing that this must be the greatest moment of his life. How easy it is to play with the hopes of these naive boys!
Germaine reaches out possessively and runs her nails slowly down his midriff.
The girls move back. Without permission, Tonna grabs ahold of his cock and wildly jerks it for them.
He’s completely caught up in the heat of the moment and can’t stop himself.
Tonna is possessed by a desire to submit to what the girls want to see: an explosive orgasm they won’t forget! And maybe a chance at stardom!
The girls grab hold of Tonna’s body as he thrusts his hips and shoots onto the table.
They watch feeling triumphant they’ve been able to provoke the pathetic lad to this.
Germaine looks down at the cum-splattered table and Tonna’s sweating body with uncontained delight. Then she asks “Amina?”
Amina looks up and down the panting man. She pretends to contemplate what his fate will be. But she already knows, even when he first stepped through the door she knew!
“Hmmm. Not bad but...” she strings out her sentence feeling the tension stretch to breaking point, “too clumsy to go through.”
Tonna didn’t realise that they would be judging him on THIS! “I liked him,” Lynn muses enticingly. She always tries to balance out the vote. “I wouldn’t mind seeing him again, though he has a lot of stiff competition.”
Sara kills all hope saying quickly, “He’s made a mess of the table and I can’t believe his fiancé’s going to be satisfied with that performance. He needs to go away and do a lot more homework!”
Germaine is bursting with the power of her vote, “Its 2 against and 1 for. It’s down to me and I think… NO! Overall a very poor performance. Get out!”
Tonna crumbles under the looks and words of the judges. Kneeling before them completely exposed he can barely even feel the shrinking penis in his hand. He thought this sexual performance would grant him special favour!
The girls walk away from him dismissively. Tonna nearly stumbles off the table confused about what just happened.
With his entire body burning in shame, he gathers up his scattered clothes. All he can thinking about is the comforting, soft embrace of his fiancé.
Germaine catches Tonna about to slip his pants back on and shouts, “Get dressed outside we’ve a very busy schedule to get through!”
Tonna looks at them in disbelief. He thinks he should shout at them, call them dirty old hags and march proudly out! Yet, even now, when they’ve used his body and trashed his hopes he can’t begin to disobey them.
He shuffles naked to the door terrified at who will see him so shamefully exposed on the other side.
Not only has Tonna watched his dreams of fame and fortune crumble to dust, but he has also just gone through the most sexually humiliating experience of his life. The stern female judges used him as a momentary distraction and then tossed him out of the room stripped and sobbing.What started as playful teasing of an annoying talentless applicant has turned into a new kind of sexual high for the infamous Germaine. She and the other judges feel restless now. They've learned to use their fierce expert judgement to overpower and humiliate these hopeless men. Itching with excitement over this discovery, they are not about to stop because the next applicant is entering the room.
Tonna’s fiancé Michelle has been waiting pensively outside the audition room door. She can’t believe her eyes when out steps the man she loves stark naked and shaking with tears.
Tonna can’t begin to form the words to relate what happened to Michelle. He sniffs and holds his pile of clothes in front of his crotch. Michelle who looked like she was rushing to console him merely stares at his naked body in sheer wonder.
Annie Copeland is quick to capture the first reactions of each applicant as they leave the ferocious judges. To her surprise the man she previously interviewed is now completely naked. Stifling her amusement at encountering this bizarre sight, she falls back on her professionalism and asks “How were the judges?”
Tonna speechless and trembling looks down in shame. He thought his humiliation was finally over. But now there is a camera pointed in his face, broadcasting the lowest moment of his life to millions of viewers.
Michelle whispers consoling words to her man, but all Tonna can hear is the roaring laughter of people around the world and the lingering commanding voices of the merciless female judges.
Confidently Luke strolls into the audition room. He’s mentally prepared himself to take anything the judges throw at him and give all the energy he’s got into his performance.
He’s certain that his talent will overcome the judges in a matter of minutes. He also believes that once the public get a look at his dashing good looks and sexy style there will be nothing but adulation and legions of screaming female fans to accompany him everywhere.
Luke surveys the judges and overcomes a slight weak feeling forming in his knees. “I don’t see why everyone finds them so intimidating,” he thinks. “How frightening can they be? After all they’re just a group of women!”
The girls shrewdly look him over. They instantly surmise that he has terrible fashion and awkwardly handles himself. Amina asks sharply, “And you are?”
“Luke Perkins!” he proudly declares like it’s a name that will soon be on everyone’s lips.
The name goes in one ear and out the other for the judges. “How old are you?” Sara asks.
Luke doesn’t like to say because he feels he’s more mature than most people his age, but he says anyway “18!”
The judges are tired of this routine of questions. They want to feel something new and exciting like when they took advantage of Tonna. But this time they want to take it further! “And what have you chosen to sing?” Germaine asks already resentful.
Luke starts to speak, but suddenly his mind goes blank! What was the song he chose? It’s completely gone out of his head. He feels his palms sweating and in a panic he says the first name of a song that comes into his head, “I Believe I Can Fly by... ah.... R. Kelly!”
The judges sigh, already having heard this song performed twice today. Lynn ushers him on, “In your own time, verse and a chorus.”
Luke looks at all the judges in terror. He doesn’t even know this song that well! It was just the first one he thought of for some reason! With a quavering voice he begins, “I used to think that I could not go on... And life was nothing but an awful song...”
Losing all his confidence his voice lowers to a near inaudible degree. Not remembering the next line of verse he skips immediately to the chorus, “I believe I can fly... I believe I can touch the sky...” These words which are meant to be delivered with such soul and heartfelt passion fall flat amidst Luke’s faltering confidence.
Luke’s voice trails away while he tries to remember the next line of the song. Amina quickly cuts him off marking an end to his musical performance. “Lynn?” she asks.
“You look good. I’d like to see more of you,” she begins promisingly and already undressing him with her eyes. “BUT... not hear more from you!”
Amina moves on, “Sara?” “I agree with Lynn,” Sara didn’t hear any of the song. She’s been busy eyeing the loose folds around his crotch. “He looks sexy. He has popstar written all over him. Until he opens his mouth!”
Germaine charges right in and puts an end to this nonsense, “Let’s not waste each other’s time, eh?”
“What do you mean?” Luke asks shakily. He desperately wants to ask for another chance. He can do better than that; he knows he can!
“I mean you can’t sing,” she says plainly. Germaine allows a moment for that to sink into his pretty head. She wants him afraid and willing to do anything to salvage his chances. “But that hasn’t interfered with many popstars enjoying very good careers.”
“As long as they look right,” Amina adds understanding where Germaine is taking this.
Luke finally remembers that he planned to sing a Justin Timberlake song. He wants desperately to show them how good his singing voice could be with this song, but for the moment he’s happy to grasp on to any shred of hope the judges are willing to give him. “I look right?” he asks.
“That’s for us to judge,” Germaine says cruelly. She considers what she should make this sad boy do first. What is the best way to play with his emotions? “Can you dance?” she asks suddenly.
Luke knows that this is his weakest quality. He painfully answers, “Sorta.”
“Go on. Show us some moves while you sing,” Germaine says impatiently.
Luke doesn’t care that the audition has gone horribly so far. He’s determined to show them what a star he is by displaying his intense passion for performing!
“I BELIEVE I CAN FLY!!!” he sings loudly while clumsily stretching his arms out and pretending to soar through the room.
The judges are astounded. They reason that surely anyone who believes they have talent when they are so obviously shit at performing are entitled to whatever comes to them. In fact, he deserves to be turned into a sexual plaything in retribution after subjecting them to such a torturous rendition!
Luke continues with his song and dance oblivious to the panel of women and the public who might be judging him. He’s caught in the heat of the moment imagining in his mind that he’s already a new major star!
“That was terrible,” Germaine screeches. She appears emotional and out of control, but she actually knows exactly what she’s doing. “We have to see if we can do something to improve that. Take off your clothes.”
“Take off my clothes?” Luke asks confused.
“You heard,” Lynn says coolly. “Get them off!”
Luke looks around the room chuckling to himself. Surely they can’t be serious. “What’s wrong?” Amina asks impatiently.
Luke can‘t believe it, “You want me to take off my clothes? Nah!”
Germaine slaps her hands on the table furiously, “You’re just wasting our time now!”
Lynn calculates that he’ll need a little more encouragement to get what they want. “Do you want to be a popstar?”
“Yes of course I do,” Luke says in a low voice. “Then what are you waiting for?!” Amina says sternly. Lynn reasons with him, “Don’t you think Gareth Gates and Ronan Keating had to be thoroughly checked out before they got a record deal?”
“‘spose,” Luke says looking at the floor in shame. Even though his head is spinning from confusion he unbuttons his shirt as ordered.
It’s like Luke isn’t in control of his body any more. His desire to do anything to please the judges has wiped away any morals or reasoning that he had. He wants so badly to be a star!
The girls watch with pleasure while his smooth chest is unveiled. They think how easy it is to control this pathetic man.
Lukes fingers painfully undo his belt buckle. Although the room is cool his skin feels like it’s burning. He can’t think of the song he prepared or his friends’ encouragement that morning. Only the blinding horror of this moment is in his mind.
Luke is thankful that he chose to wear his nice new lucky pants today. Imagine if he had thrown on one of his ragged pairs! The judges would have laughed themselves silly. He knows in his mind how sexy he looks in his pants and the judges will have to give him special favour now.
He stands proud suddenly remembering the Timberlake song he’s sung over and over in preparation. It’s embarrassing that they have to inspect him stripped to his pants like this, but if it will get him through to the next round it will be worth it!
The girls savour the sight of Luke in this state, not because they find him particularly sexy but because he so innocently believes that’s ALL they want him to strip. Finally Sara chimes in her order, “Those too!” Luke’s face drops in terror, “But these are my lucky pants!”
The girls burst out laughing. “Lucky pants!” Germaine exclaims. What a silly naive twerp! He needs to be taken firmly in hand.
Luke feels his stomach sink. Why are they laughing when he’s stripped down to his pants like this? And now they want him to take those off too! They should be drooling over him.
Germaine looks over his body. It’s not bad. What she likes more is the knowledge that if they apply the slightest amount of pressure he’ll yield to anything they desire. She gets very warm between her legs thinking about this.
Amidst the girls’ laughter Luke becomes painfully conscious of every part of his body.
They’re eyeing the bulge in his pants without any embarrassment. It makes him nervous.
Amina doesn’t want to waste any more of their precious time trying to convince him to obey. It will be much more fun to make him bend to their will.
“Come here,” Amina orders him. Luke meekly obeys.
The girls are delighted that Amina is taking the slow, silly lad in hand.
“Put your hands behind your back,” she orders.
Amina uses a bit of rope to bind his hands together.
She’s giddy with the idea of forcing him to be completely submissive. It’s much better to give reluctant guys no chance to waver when taking orders.
All of Luke’s emotions are overcome with an intense feeling of terror. This audition has careened out of control. He doesn’t dare do anything but mindlessly follow their orders from now on.
Amina ties his hands together tightly.
She eyes his tight pants excited by the thought of tearing them off without permission.
From somewhere inside him Luke plucks up the courage to meekly ask, “Here, what are you doing?”
The girls are enthusiastic about this turn in events and get up quickly to poke and prod their new plaything.
Amina finally replies to his pathetic plea while fingering his pants, “Don’t you think Blazing Squad had to do bondage before getting a record deal?”
Luke feels the girls crowding around him. He shuts his eyes in fear. This isn’t where he saw himself when he dreamed of celebrity!
The girls begin by peek underneath his pants and then feel themselves overcome by the desire to rip them off. It’s such a strong temptation when he’s bound and emotionally broken to completely expose him!
The expensive pants rip apart as the girls grab at it from all sides.
“Those are my expensive designer pants!” Luke moans, but he can’t bring himself to physically resist them. He's too afraid to disobey!
The judges laugh as the pants tear beyond repair and his tender cock is exposed.
The girls have gone wild giving this cocky young wannabe exactly what they think he deserves.
Sara stares with glee at his shaven cock. She laughs thinking that he must believe it makes his cock look bigger, but it just makes him look silly and childish! What a sad young man! He has so much to learn!
Now that he’s emotionally broken with his wrists bound the female judges are eager to see how the snivelling hopeful performs in a special new Popstars test.
Luke walked into the judges' arena determined to be their next star. They barely even listened to him sing and quickly determined that he's absolutely talentless. While still reeling from the injustice of it, Luke was shocked when the ferocious Amina bound his hands together and the judges literally tore the pants from his body!Now he stands before them naked while their cruel eyes appraise his stripped body. The girls have realized how easy it is to assert their power over this lad. So why stop at just looking at him naked? They all suddenly desire to assert their total control over him. Each female judge takes her opportunity to push the weak-willed lad around, touch his body all over and make him utterly degrade himself.
Amina can see that she has broken the boy's will. "Now try this," she says to him.
She could see how the shameless lad was eyeing her tits. Now she wants to taunt the little fucker.
Amina waves her ass while Luke watches helplessly on.
The female judges know that it's monumentally unjust to make him be naked in front of them without repaying him with an eyeful of their bodies. Amina and the other judges like the idea of driving him crazy with desire.
Luke watches her in confusion. Is she flirting with him? Is this some kind of hint that he'll get through to the next round if he plays by their rules?
The girls push Luke forward for him to take his turn shaking his ass. Luke realizes this is his last chance to make a real impression of what talent he has, but his body doesn't respond in the way he wants. He's so unnerved by the power of these women and the terror of standing before them naked.
Luke is barely able to dance. He also feels an unexpected hard on begin to grow.
Amina sees his dick half rise and releases a loud laugh. It's so easy to control these confident lads!
"That was wretched!" Amina chides him. This boy is being given the chance of a lifetime and he can't even control his horny impulses!
The sight of him standing there exposed with his little ass sticking out and too terrified to speak gives all the judges a rush.
Amina continues to laugh at the sight of Luke's uncontrollable erection and says, "You don't have the spirit to be a star. You're nothing but a little pervert!"
The girls snicker in agreement. This sorry lad thinks he deserves to be a popstar without putting any work into it! Well they'll make him earn their attention.
"You're not going to be a popstar by standing there snivelling like a baby," Germaine taunts him.
Luke is too frightened to speak. He can hear the girls tease him and feel them grabbing at his body. It's so humiliating that he can't find the words to fight back.
The girls caress and pinch his smooth body trying to get a reaction out of him.
Luke shuts his eyes trying to project himself somewhere else. He imagines the bright lights of the stage and rows of screaming fans.
The judges cluster around Luke's bum, patting it and commenting how cute it is.
They think it's time to show him what popstars are really made to do behind the scenes!
Germaine comments that her shoes could use a good shine. The girls instantly agree and make Luke bend over.
Luke's body starts shaking when they shove him to the floor. The girls think how pathetic it is he can't even raise his voice.
Luke's unwilling body tries to come up again but the girls push him back down. Germaine says, "Go on and lick them!"
To their surprise he actually does it! "What a pathetic wannabe!" they think.
They hadn't realized that forcing their shattered applicant into this humiliating position would produce such a pleasing view of his smooth backside.
They think this is so much more pleasurable than simply watching the endless lines of candidates.
All of them prefer staring at the gaping hole of this boy's cute ass over his open mouth while he's reciting some drivel.
Lynn dares herself to reach down and actually fondle his balls between his legs.
Sara loves the dominant feeling she gets by pushing his head down to rhythmically run his tongue over the top of Germaine's shoe.
Amina thinks what a pathetic coward this boy is while she runs the sole of her shoe over his ass. This will teach the little prick a lesson about being overly ambitious!
Amina gives his ass a little kick and laughs. The other girls laugh too at the sorry sight of him.
Luke's crying gets stronger as his degradation increases.
The girls laugh when Amina teases Luke's tight asshole with the point of her shoe.
Luke feels almost delirious after being made into this painful crouched position for so long. The smell of Germaine’s feet now wet with his saliva overwhelms him while he feels the women pawing at his body.
Amina pushes Luke's body forcing his face to rub up against Germaine's foot.
Luke licks on tasting the dirt and sweat on Germaine's feet from walking around all day. He desperately hopes that they'll soon be satisfied.
He tries to concentrate on just doing what they want, but he’s distracted by the sensation of a cold boot pushing against his ass and women’s fingernails scraping against his skin.
The girls laugh and grab at Luke more.
Lynn reaches down to caress the crack of his ass.
Her excitement grows as she reaches between his cheeks to gently push her finger against his asshole. She loves that he’s knelt down in a position where he can’t do anything to stop her.
Lynn runs her fingers down to play with his balls impressing the other judges with how familiar she’s getting with their young captive.
If Luke dares to rise Amina will shove him back down to the floor.
It’s time for the judges to see the next applicant, but they are having too much fun.
The rug grates against Luke’s shins and his knees burn from being bent sharply for so long.
Exhausted, he rests his face against Germaine’s feet.
Luke feels the women prod his backside forcing him to continue. He mindlessly carries on pushing his tongue out to taste her feet and shoes again and again.
Germaine strokes his head like she’s just found a new pet.
The female judges are ecstatic they’ve made the cocky boy into submission.
He pretends to be mature and confident, but really he’s a delicate little flower for them to keep or crush as they please.
The sound of the crowds outside pound through the walls, but the judges ignore it. They run the show and decide when they want to see the next applicant.
He makes himself carry on giving all the energy he has even though he’s exhausted.
Luke’s acutely aware of the position he is in, level with all these women’s feet and naked.
He’s prepared to do anything for the smallest bit of praise and is strangely aroused by being made into such a degrading position.
The girls wonder how long they can keep Luke here like this. He may be talentless, but they are sure they can find some use for him while they continue with their duties as judges for the show.
The popstars judges have had a day looking at talentless young men one by one parade themselves in front of them for their approval. The temptation to take advantage of these idiots has finally got the better of them. The girls are invigorated by the new power they've found forcing applicants to strip for their inspection. But they are no longer satisfied simply looking at the young men's nude bodies- the infamous Germaine wants to be personally serviced by the young applicant Luke!
Naked and bound, Luke is feverishly licking Germaine's shoes. Sara strokes Luke's hair tenderly and has an idea, "He should lick out Germaine's pussy next!"
Germaine smiles down at the tearful boy are her feet. "And then he can service all our arseholes. Would you like to lick our arseholes Luke?"
Emotionally and physically exhausted Luke looks up to weakly say, "No."
Sara grabs him sharply and says, "Don’t you think Enrique Iglesias had to lick arseholes before he got a record deal?"
Luke is quickly bullied under the table while the ladies take their seats. Luke's vulnerably exposed bottom is poking out from underneath.
Germaine pushes his trembling face between her legs and pulling on his hair makes him eat her out.
Being serviced by this quivering young man while they listen to the next applicants will surely make it a more pleasurable experience!
Luke feels like he's suffocating, his head sandwiched between Germaine's thighs, overcome by the strong sweaty odour of her pussy.
The judges look on with satisfaction. It's so pleasing to see an otherwise talentless boy reduced to the role of a sex slave!
Germaine sighs from the sweet sensation of his warm wet tongue licking desperately at her clitoris.
Luke's hands are tingling from the rope binding his wrists and his arms ache from being made backwards for so long. Yet he can't complain for his mouth is too busy!
Without knocking a strange new man enters the room.
Assuming the judges had finished with Luke the assistants outside have sent in the next fledgling rockstar. He's built up his nerve and he's committed to giving a good impression, "I’m Danny. I’m 30 year’s old and I’m going to sing “Three Little Birds!”
Annie struts in the room eager to find out how the auditions are going, "You don’t mind me staying for this one?"
Little does she know the judges have all but given up looking for good singers in favour of good pussy-lickers.
Sara calms herself and tells Annie, "No, of course you can join us."
Germaine tries to control her voice while Luke continues licking her soaking lips and instructs Danny, "Verse and a chorus."
Danny courageously starts with his song while the judges consider what they can do with this new specimen who has come to grovel for praise.
"Don't worry 'bout a thing," he sings with his strong Welsh accent.
The judges and Annie burst out laughing. He is without a doubt the worst they've seen all day. He has a terrible voice, no stage presence and looks like an uneducated burn out!
Amina thinks that he deserves some serious punishment for forcing them to listen to this. He's lucky they are whipped up in such a good mood from playing with Luke.
"Cause every little thing gonna be all right," Danny carries on hopefully.
He sways to his weakly performed tune committed to seeing it through to the end no matter how they respond now.
For a second Germaine graciously let's Luke's head up for air.
"Sayin', This is my message to you-ou-ou!" Danny sings on amidst the chorus of laughter.
Luke barely gets a glimpse of the soft mound between Germaine's legs before he feels a strong hand pushing his face toward it again.
His tears made to mingle with the wetness of her pussy.
Luke plunges his tongue into Germaine, smelling her strong aroused scent and feeling her hand grip the back of his head tightly.
Danny gives it all he's got singing the last line of the song, "'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!"
He collapses forward unable to block out the judges shrieking high-pitched laughter anymore. He didn't expect to win; all he wanted was to see if he'd have the balls to go through with the audition.
The girls are astounded by this man. He's beyond embarrassing. He's pathetic!
Amina is still bent over with laughter but she makes herself ask, "Lynn?"
Lynn is determined to put this incompetent loser in his place, but only using the new method of humiliation that they've learned. In a voice heavily laced with irony she says, "I wouldn’t have chosen that song but not a bad rendition. I wouldn’t mind seeing more of his body though."
Amina rolls her eyes and presses on, "Sara?" "You look very muscular. Perhaps you should take your top off," Sara says.
Amina calls over to Germaine to find out what she thinks.
But Germaine is too busy wrapped up in the oral pleasure she is receiving from a previous candidate!
She mumbles some half constructed insults and then sinks into a sigh of delight.
Amina continues, "I think what Germaine is trying to say is that you may sing well but in this business it’s looks that are most important."
Sara charges on impatiently, "I think you should take off your clothes so we can see more of you."
Danny is happy to do anything they say. He thoroughly expected to be booted out the door immediately.
He finds their request completely bizarre. He didn't expect to have to show off his upper body.
With all the girls still looking at him expectantly he cautiously asks, "Everything?"
Germaine looks upon Danny triumphantly and breathlessly says, "Everything!"
Germaine opens her legs wider so Luke can get further between her thighs.
She leans back and enjoys the supreme pleasure of feeling these eager wannabes at her feet, ready to do anything and submit to her totally.
Danny doesn't understand what's happening. No one told him that this was part of the audition to be a popstar.
He thinks about the girls staring at him so critically while he slips down the last layer!
He's bursting with nerves and confusion wondering what they are going to ask him to do now that he's naked.
The judges look him over triumphantly. They are thrilled they've been able to yet again strip a man of his clothes.
Danny looks nervously at the judges not certain what they are expecting. In a panic he starts to sing again, "Rise up this mornin'"
The girls laugh at the ridiculous sight of this nude man trying to convince them he has an ounce of talent.
Danny raises his voice for a powerful finish, "Sayin', This is my message to you-ou-ou!"
Lynn sternly says, "We didn’t really want you to sing again. Come here so we can see you."
Danny presents his body to Sara who breaks into a smirk as she admires his naked muscular frame.
Danny's penis begins to rise as he sees the effect he is having on these women. As Annie beckons him over to touch and stroke him he obediently approaches her.
Danny is startled as Annie runs her hands down from his chest to his hard defined stomach. At the same time Amina grabs and pulls at his growing cock.
So many men copy their rockstar heroes by getting piercings in the most unusual parts of their bodies completely unaware of their real use. But Amina knows.
"I could lead this dumb muscleman around by his knob like a dog!" Amina laughs to her friends.
Sara is curious about the piercing he has at the base of his shaft. He could be chained by his cock, his balls AND his tit.
Sara chuckles as her teasing of Danny has provoked a rampant purple erection.
Danny then stops by Lynn so she can examine his raging erection for herself. His balls rise involuntarily as his shiny tormented knob swings close to her face.
Danny then notices that he isn't the first. "Who’s he?!"
"Oh, he came in before you," is all Germaine can say as she tightly grips hold of Danny's vein-popping member.
The muscular lad groans as she yanks his dick upright for a look at his delicate little balls.
"Get up Luke," Germaine commands.
"We’re not sure about him," she tells Danny and he feels her sharp nails press into his shaft.
Amina looks lustfully at the two men "I think we should send one of them through to the next round."
“How shall we decide which?” Lynn asks, sighing as she shamelessly compares the 2 naked men.
Germaine strokes Danny’s dick and says excitedly, “A wanking competition!”
“Whoever can come first will go through to the next round,” she says pointing at each of them.
Germaine decides to lead Danny around to where all the judges can see him clearly by attaching a leash to his dick.
She yanks on the chain, making sure Danny knows who's boss.
"I can think of several philandering rock stars who should have their cocks tethered like this by their wives and girlfriends." adds Germaine thinking she must advise Pammy and Britney next time she sees them.
"Come along" she chirrups and the girls laugh with pleasure as they watch her lead her new toy across the room.
Yanking on Danny like the naked donkey he is, Germaine instructs both men to get up on the table next to each other so they can be easily judged in the wanking contest.
Not one of the men dares to refuse and give the other the chance to go through to the next round. How easy it is to pit man against man!
The girls gather around excitedly as the absurd & degrading competition begins.
It's not long before watching isn't enough for the judges.
They ravenously grope at the men now they see them pulling on their dicks for all they are worth.
Lynn wickedly pinches Luke's youthful pink nipples while he pulls on his pud like the teenager he is.
Seeing them willing to go to any lengths to make their dreams come true is a huge turn on.
Sara drinks in the sight of Luke clearly overwhelmed by the women. He lets out a groan as his fist rubs his dick feverishly.
Annie fondles Danny intimately, the back of her fingers tickling his testicles which leap upwards as if they've been frightened!
Danny has a huge amount of pressure on him. Feeling the demanding women all around him terrfies the brute.
The girls are so into it now that they’re aching to see the boys climax.
Luke glances round. The young lad eager to beat his older beefier opponent. Germaine and Annie nudge each other and laugh with the excitement of what they’ve got the contestants to do.
Annie grips onto the boy and peers closely round to witness his pink stiffy throbbing.
Danny has a feeling the younger man may have an edge on him and the nerves begin to take affect.
He can't forget that moments earlier Germaine was leading him around by his cock.
His anus twitches in fear of what the girls might choose to do next to him.
Luke meanwhile feels the room spinning around him as he approaches climax, female hands fondling every little part of his nakedness.
The girls crowd around to watch while grabbing his bare skin.
Luke let’s out a long sigh as he shoots onto the table before their eyes.
The sobbing teenager's sperm splashes onto the desk as the women surrounding him smile at what they've made him to do.
The girls look lustfully at their young plaything. Luke tries to steady himself after his massive orgasm.
Danny feels absolutely crushed. For all his muscles there’s nothing more humiliating than being outdone by some young boy while a group of women watch.
The girls laugh and look down at Danny’s limp cock. So much for shaving his head and growing a "crazy" rockstar beard! "You're a fucking failure" spits Sara.
Moments later and mockery continues “Luke, well done! You’re through to the next round. What did you think?”
Luke clears his throat and says humbly, “I’ve learnt a lot today. I never knew the top stars have to get naked before they get a record deal.”
“I’ve been told that all the big names like the two lads from Liberty X and NSYNC have all had to do this so I’m in good company.”
Annie moves on to the losers, “And Danny how do you feel not getting through to the next round?”
Danny is still no wiser to the fact he's had the piss taken out of him from start to finish - “I’m gutted Annie but anyone out there, you’ve seen what I can do! I’m available if you want to sign me up to a record deal!”
And with the 3 nonplussed wankers still naked behind her Annie can barely keep a straight face. “Well done to both of you for trying.”
“Tune in next week to see more of tomorrow’s stars given the opportunity to become our new Popstars!” she smiles.
