STALLION MANAGEMENT - CHAPTER 18 - THE "REAL" SLIM SHADY!

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STALLION MANAGEMENT – CHAPTER 18 – THE "REAL" SLIM

SHADY!

Mr. Stallion was feeling almost unbelievably triumphant as he looked

forward to Gay Lachey's Performance, sitting in his special front

seat, which was more like a throne. Today was the day every single

newborn twink (and there were literally HUNDREDS of them now!) was

rushing like mad to get to the show. Kullen's M4M drug had

worked

so well, it was spreading like a virus, and now actors "Ty"

Hoechlin,

model/actor "Georgie" Stults, "Andy" Keegan and

"Johnnie" Taylor

Thomas had already been converted too into G-String wearing blonde

Twinks too and were all now worshiping him, all dressed in

matching "Hostess Twinkie" G-Strings now, smooching with each

other

while the four of them were eagerly licking his feet along with

Devie, Rickie, Chrissie, Jessboi, Chaddie, and Davie, the ten of them

suckling on each and every one of his toes like a litter of kittens,

occasionally arguing with each other lispily when one's tongue

got in

the way of another's toe like hungry puppies at suppertime, while

his

newest transformed twinkie, the actor Brad Renfro, sat in his lap and

nuzzled happily on his hairy chest, suckling his nipples like a baby

suckling a bottle of milk, as Mr. Stallion luxuriated in ramming his

huge dick up Bradie's ass, while Bradie kissed him all over

adoringly, moaning "I LOVE YOU, your Hardness!"., wrapping

his hips

tightly around Mr. Stallion's hairy dick. As Mr. Stallion gave

him

the pleasure of sticking his tongue in Bradie's hungry mouth, he

closed his eyes and reflected on his latest accomplishments…

The first swimsuit edition of "Twink Beat" magazine was soon

to be

arriving at newsstands throughout the United States and the all over

the world! Stallion Publishing had purchased and revamped "Teen

Beat" to feature its growing stable of boi stars, the magazine

had

shot to the top of the sales charts with its hot photo spreads of

these cuties, it's ink soaked with intoxicating M4M, which

intoxicated even the most straight, macho man who saw it. Now,

Stallion was poised to break all existing records for a single issue

with its avidly awaited (by it's GAY fans, both newborn twinks

and

muscular hunks) pictorial featuring its ENTIRE "chicken coop"

of boi

actors and singers in the hottest designer bikinis and thongs as

conceived by Bruce Weber, the premiere male celebrity photographer,

who had been happy to do the photo shoot for Mr. Stallion.

The text on January's magazine's cover would read "FIRST ANNUAL

SWIMSUIT ISSUE. THIS YEAR: LONG BAGGY JAMS ARE ICKY! SKIN IS

SEXY!" On the cover was featured Ronnie (once Aaron) Carter kneeling

on the beach at San Tropez on the French Riviera. On the cover,

Ronnie posed with his hands seductively lowering a Gucci string

bikini to show a tantalizing glimpse of his hairless groin. The

sheer material of the white bikini, which contrasted brilliantly with

his tanned body, consisted of two tiny triangles of fabric held

together on the sides by metallic clasps resembled the trademark

Gucci "G" in gold. In addition to the skimpy bikini, Ronnie was

covered in gold jewelry. Two large hoop earrings poked out from his

shoulder length platinum blond hair, which had been styled now in

elaborate curls. Smaller gold rings pierced his tiny nipples, right

eyebrow and belly button. Several gold bracelets circled his thin

wrists. Young Ronnie's makeup was elaborate and impeccable. He wore

violet eye shadow and thick mascara on his long eyelashes, and he was

puckering his lips flirtatiously. The centerfold of the spread was

another shot of Ronnie, shown lying on his back on the beach in a

silver lame bikini, grinning sweetly, with a metallic G-Sringon his

butt exposing almost all of his ass. Careful observers could have

read the tattoo on his butt, which read, in delicate calligraphy

script "Gay Lachey's Boi". With the entire Magazine scented with M4M-

4, Ronnie Carter would be IRRESISIBLE to every SINGLE male who saw

it. And if the teenage girls who had made up its former readership

didn't, who cared? Mr. Stallion thought laughingly, playfully

wiggling his hairy toes at his hungry little twinkie puppies

Nick Lachey was backstage, dressing up in his uniform for his

performance tonight, tightening the leather straps upon his shoulders

when Eminem walked in arrogantly to get ready for his own performance.

Eminem scowled at Nick as he tightened the studded leather harness on

his perverted fag costume. But although it was so GAY, he found

himself becoming increasingly aroused by the smell drifting off him.

Nick turned and smirked at him, and Eminem couldn't help but get the

biggest hard-on he had ever had through his baggy pants.

"Hey, Blondie, how about dropping that homophobic white nigger

attitude and acting like the fag you look like anyway?" Nick said,

rubbing his leather-clad dick.

Eminem shuddered, but he couldn't deny how he felt. He was about to

call one of his bodyguards in to punch this fucking fag out, but

somehow he couldn't... All he could say was "I'm no FAGGOT, G! I'm

the HOTTEST white rapper the world has ever known!" he tried to

shout, but it came out as a whisper, as he became increasingly

entranced.

Nick came towards him, grinning happily, and grabbed Eminem's rising

boner through his baggy pants, and said lustily "You ARE the hottest

white rapper the world has ever known, but you are ALSO a fag, I can

see, I can feel it." He whispered lustily in his ear.

Eminem came almost instantaneously in his baggy pants at the feel of

Nick's grip and the sound of his voice, and found himself unable to

resist kissing Nick furiously on the lips, his mind overcome by a

newfound passion.

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"HOW FUCKED UP", Eminem thought to himself, as Nick ripped

his

clothes off while he made no resistance, feeling a lust could never

have imagined! Strange, he thought, he would NEVER have worn such a

HOMO outfit that Nick was putting on him now, but yet he wanted to!

He half-heartedly tried to stop making out with Nick, vaguely

remembering he was STRAIGHT, but he seemed to have no more resistance

left. As he dazedly pulled up this IMPOSSIBLY tight and skimpy

leather jock strap, then his butt made contact with leather and he

got even harder. His eyes fluttered, almost about to pass out, but

Nick now shoved his tongue again over Eminem's now-fuller lips.

Eminem then obediently put the other leg in and slowly pulled it up

his thighs until it made contact with his bulging cock and balls.

The second he had finished strapping it on, he fell to the ground,

squirming. He looked pleadingly up at Nick, but thought to

himself "Jeez, he is SO hot. Then he glanced towards the

bathroom

door, and Justie, Kevie, and Howie were standing in their

new "Hostess Twinkie" G-Strings rubbing their hard-ons

against his

new leather jock strap, the three of them licking his now almost

entirely naked body all over, and Eminem could not deny he was

enjoying this!

Nick then began to tongue the former Rapper again while Justie began

to rub his balls through his leather jock strap, and Kevie and Howie

licked his bare chest. Eminem was so overcome with his newfound

desire, he wrapped his arms around Nick's leather-clad shoulders

and

kissed him so passionately they looked like a bizarre version of

Clark Gable and Vivien Leigh in "Gone With The Wind"!

Holding Eminem in his arms, Gay Lachey nuzzled his ear and

whispered "Isn't it so HOT being a gay slave?"

Eminem, now totally converted, reached his hand down to start jerking

Nick off, and replied lustily "Hell yeah, sexy, now I'm the

REAL gay

shady!" and pressed his bare body closer to Nick's leather

clad one

to make out with him again. And he broke the kiss to say

"Actually,

you should call me Marshall, Stud!" and proceeded to make out

with

Nick again…

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