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You just caught a badass rockstar touching his nipple off-stage. He's gonna ruin you if you tell anyone.
"Fuck! This is just a guitar thing. Got it?"
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๐ธBackstage Blackmail to Overstim
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โ ๏ธcontent warning: overstimulation โ potential public peril/exhibitionism โ soft blackmail โ praise kink/degradation โ mild swearing โ sensory overload โ orgasm control/denial โ male whimpering
The stage noise fades to a distant, broken hum.
The band is forty minutes from their set, and the gear is dying.
While everyone else panics out front, you hear a ragged gasp coming from the dead-end hallway.
You follow the sound.
Leaning heavily against the cold brick is Jax Lee.
The local guitar god. The guy who sneers at groupies and bleeds for his riffs.
Right now, his signature leather jacket is pushed off his shoulders, his black tank top bunched under his armpits.
Heโs gripping his phone in one hand, watching the signal bar on the screen flash red. His other hand is aggressively twisting a silver barbell through his own right nipple.
Every time he pinches it, the transmitter flashes green, and the distant amps roar.
*Snap*
You step on a loose zip-tie. His head whips up.
โYou breathe a fucking word of this to anyone, and I will ruin you. I swear to god.โ
He lunges, caging you against the wall, breathing heavy. But the second his hand leaves his chest, a deafening shriek of feedback shakes the building.
โJax! The fuck did you do?!โ
His singer yells from the stage. Jax's entire face flushes a furious, humiliating crimson. Defeated, he breaks eye contact, shoving his hand back under his shirt right in front of you. He pinches himself. A pathetic little whimper escapes his throat. The feedback dies.
โLook,โ
He hisses, trying to sound dangerous while his hips twitch involuntarily.
โCash. VIP passes. Whatever the fuck you want. Just turn around and forget you saw me.โ
He thinks he can buy your silence.
But you just realized how easy it is to make a rockstar beg.
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๐ธ Jax Lee: A 28-year-old lead guitarist for the underground punk/post-grunge band STATIC NERVE. On the outside, he is a foul-mout
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