“I heard all of y’all wanted an encore?!” Crow said into the microphone as he bounced onto the stage. The crowd roared. It was the after party, so the entire audience was made up of drunk people ready to butcher the lyrics to his songs and sound so confident doing it. Alcohol had that affect on people.

Something else that had an affect on people?

Butt plugs.

Crow couldn’t believe it. He walked over to the micstand, grabbing it and looking out into the crowd, his ass clenching around the small blue silicon plug Ethan had put it only moments before. He was aggressively fighting back an erection at that point. Tensing his thighs and trying to reroute blood flow away from his cock, focusing on the crowd instead of the delicious sensation of being secretly filled. Only one other person in the entire building knew what was really going on, and he was currently standing front row at the VIP section, glass of champagne in his hand and a knee-quaking smile on his face.

Fuck, he’s perfect.

He thanked god he didn’t go commando that day. His briefs were tight enough to hold back his cock from announcing itself as a surprise guest. As the music kicked in, he brought the micstand in closer, using it to block his crotch from view. The club was dark anyway, the only lights that were on were changing between blue, red, and purple and shining out into the crowd from behind Crow. To them, he must have looked like some godly figure, crooning into the mic before the beat dropped and he tore into a set with more upbeat vocals. They wouldn’t have been able to make out how hard he was getting from feeling the plug filling him. It was an entirely new sensation for Crow, too. He had only bottomed once before and it was for an overly-aggressive top who had a massive dick. It wasn’t the best first experience and had turned him off from exploring it any further. But with Ethan, he wanted to do it all. He felt comfortable enough with him to bend over and have him work a butt plug inside of his ass. And, damn, did this feel good. It wasn’t painfully large and Ethan had been so gentle with putting it in. Once inside, Crow was surprised at how great it felt. He couldn’t wait to get off stage and play even more with Ethan.

It was during the chorus when his world was rocked to an entirely different level.

Suddenly, without any warning, the plug began to vibrate. Gentle and steady and completely electrifying. Crow looked out at the crowd, locking eyes with a grinning Ethan. He held up a remote and bit the end of it, his lips curling up higher.

That…oh fuck… that fucking… shit…. Bastard…. Fuck.

Crow couldn’t sing. He had to turn the mic around to the crowd, letting them take the chorus. His cock was rock hard now. He was beginning to get nervous that it would be obvious, but everyone was so drunk and lost in the song and the lighting was terrible. They all knew the words and drunkenly sang the chorus. Crow lifted an arm and started to pump it in the air, fist clenched, to encourage them and also give him a way of releasing the extreme tension that was building in his body. It was a tension that wound tight in his gut and only got tighter with every pulse of vibration the plug gave. His ass clenched tight around it, almost involuntarily pushing it directly against his P-spot, the vibrations rocking him to the very core.

His knees shook for a second before he aimed the mic back to him. He had to look away from Ethan. He glanced to the side of the stage and noticed a big guitar propped up against the wall. It was an arm’s length away. Crow reached for it and threw the strap over his shoulder, all while keeping the micstand from blocking any visible penis lines. He felt his thighs twitch as the plug gave a particularly intense pulse. Ethan must have been turning it up.

That fuck… the fuckking, oh fuck, that fucking bastard.

He thumbed at the guitar, his erection now safely and fully covered. He pressed it against the back of the guitar as he tried to hit a high note but had to turn away toward the end, giving it back to the crowd as the plug began to vibrate consistently. Crow could barely see straight. Thankfully, he had been playing the guitar since he could walk, so his muscle memory kicked in and took over the chords.

And then it turned off.

How considerate of him.

Crow grabbed the mic and sang the chorus, driving home the song, keeping his eyes shut as he pictured Ethan being the one inside him. The crowd roared as Crow hit his note, trying not to focus on the intense feeling of being filled while being in front of so many people. He looked back to Ethan, immediately recognizing his mistake the moment they locked eyes.

It was too much. Crow was about to come. He was going to lose it in front of all these people. Frankie kicked in with the drums behind him then as the song continued, except his edge was right around the corner.

And then, as if a look wasn’t enough, Ethan turned the vibrations back on and completely rocked Crow’s world. He turned the microphone away from himself and back toward the crowd, letting them sing the song as his orgasm blossomed up from his toes to consume his entire body. He shut his eyes tight and tried to play it off like he was loving the music and not like he was blowing a load into his briefs against the back of a guitar. His knees quaked, but his legs had to stay loose as he tried to jump up and down, hiding the spams. He couldn’t, so he flipped the guitar around over his back and leaned down on his thighs, acting as if he needed to catch his breath for a second while the crowd continued to rock it out.

When the wave had crashed, he opened his eyes and took a deep breath before bringing the mic back to his lips. He found Ethan’s gaze and gave him a look that said it all. Ethan smiled back and mouthed out ‘I owe you’. Crow went on with his song, wrapping it up without anyone but Ethan knowing that he was a sticky wet mess underneath his dark black jeans.

It was one of the hottest nights of Crow’s life.