All characters are 18+
Triggers: Non-consent
This is a work of fiction. I do not condone any of this in real life.
"Done," I said, putting the pen down and sliding the documents across the glass desk.
Tony picked up the papers and began to review everything. I took a moment to look around the massive office. In the corner was a sofa and a bar. He had a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. The only exit and entrance was through two large, heavy cherry oak wood doors.
Behind Tony was a large window with a view of Central Park. No other buildings were in the line of sight. I remember thinking, "This must be what heaven feels like."
It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. All my hard work had finally paid off. I had spent years building a social media following. I had gained a million followers through the art of queer-baiting and posting countless thirst traps. Now, I was about to be a wealthy 23-year-old.
One could call me a tease. My insta was full of pics of me walking around with pants that my ass was eating or posing with my dick print on full display.
"Kenny, do you understand everything you signed?"
I made eye contact with him. Tony Hawkins was the head of A&A Music Group. At 40, he had discovered and successfully launched the music careers of some of the best artists in the game.
By stupid luck, he had accidentally stumbled on my page and saw me singing. He encouraged me to promote myself harder and promised that he would sign me to his label if I could hit a million followers.
"I trust you, Tony," I said as I smiled at him. I was so excited to start recording my first album.
Tony stared at me and said, "That's a good boy. It always makes it easier when attorneys aren't involved. We can get to the fun stuff quicker."
Something sinister about his words made me uneasy. My smile faded.
"What fun stuff?" I asked him with fear clearly in my voice.
He got up from the desk and began to walk around towards me.
"I had our team go through your socials, and 95% of your fans are gay," he said as he unbuttoned his jacket and dropped it on the floor.
"Yeah. The gays love me," I said with a bright smile.
He slid his belt off and started to unbutton his dress shirt. My heart began to race, my mouth got dry, and my smile faded. A voice in my head started screaming at me to run.
"But you're not gay?"
"No. I'm straight. I swear. I just did what I needed to do," I said nervously.
He came and stood directly in front of me. I was at eye level with his crotch.
"Queer baiting," he said as he unbuttoned his pants and dropped his shirt from his body.
"It's not illegal. I think I should be leaving now, Tony. I want to go celebrate with my boys."
"Your boys can wait. A&A Music comes first, and I am A&A Music Kenny. So, I always come first. Except for when I don't." He laughed at his joke--a joke I didn't quite understand.
I looked at the doors, calculating in my head how quickly I could get to them. He must have sensed what I was thinking.
He snapped his fingers and said, "Hey, eyes on me."
I slowly turned and looked at him. He looked down at me with such hungry and scary eyes.
"For a year, you fucking teased me on your socials. Walking around showing all that ass and dick in those pants but never really showing the goods. Saying DM you for your private snap but only letting in the ladies. You think you can fucking taunt me like that and get away with it?"
Tears suddenly filled my eyes as the reality of my situation became apparent and accurate.
