Make Boys Next Door Out Of Assholes

I bet you were so excited when the Pete Wentz was talking to you over your band. He wanted to sign you onto his label, to make you big. Your idol.

And through starry eyes you were far too terrified to push him off of you when he pressed his rough lips to yours, when his big hands found themselves places firmly on your waist. Too meek to cry out when his cock slipped into you raw.

It was better to be quiet this time anyway, honey. You wanna get your silly little band signed, right? You wanna be a star. This is how that happens.

And you thought it was a one time thing, but really, you'll never be away from him again. You're his now. He's got power over you. You wouldn't wanna disappoint him, would you? Pete did a big favor for you. He was being generous.