Notes

You meet your idol, John Green, at a book signing. You don't allow it to end there.

When you first see him, you understand that you probably come off as too excited, too enthusiastic and passionate. It shows an utter lack of self-control, but if there's one thing you've never had, it's self-control.
John Green doesn't seem overly bothered. In fact, he seems a little charmed.
"I'm glad to see my books had such an effect on you," he says jovially. "I only hope I can continue living up to your expectations."
But John has more than exceeded your expectations - when it comes to his body, that is. Even though it's clear that he's taken many precautions to veil his body, your keen eyes still observe what he keeps so fastidiously hidden. His toned muscles, his firm chest and sculpted abs, his muscled calves and strong arms. You want to cover all of him in his own come and then lick it off.
So, obviously, the only thing to do is stick around until the end, when John has finished with every fan and is about to depart. You rush out of the book store, huddling in a nearby alley until your unknowing victim walks past. You stalk him through every twist and turn until, finally, he reaches his hotel. The receptionist looks half-asleep, and you walk right past the lobby with no resistance. John takes the elevator, and you hide behind a table as he steps in and watch as the numbers above light up. When it halts at the 5th floor, you rush up the stairs, going three steps at a time. You're in luck - John is still in the hallway, and he's facing away from you. You crouch and sneak behind him, waiting until he stops, mumbles to himself, and pulls out his card. The moment he opens the door, you grab his well-sculpted shoulder and shove him into the room, turning around and locking the door with superhuman speed.
"Wh- what the hell are you doing here?" he splutters nervously. "St-stop!"
You don't stop. With one gentle push, you guide the poor, flustered man onto his bed. You glide your hands along his muscled arms, feeling the flawless skin and watching John squirm against you. He doesn't want this, but he does nothing to stop you.
He whimpers out several pleas for help as you unbutton his shirt and slide it off, then tear his undershirt off. John is even more gorgeous than you expected - his sculpted abs and chest seem like they came from a bronze sculpture, shining slightly in the light. You waste no time forcing the man against the bed as you begin licking his upper body, exploring every dip and crevice as the middle-aged man cries out in helpless, involuntary pleasure.
"Pl-please stop," he begs desperately. "Why are you doing this?"
You pinch one of his dusty pink nipples, and he utters another yelp. "Calm down, John. I'll have a little bit of fun and be on my way."
He blushes deeply, obviously ashamed of his reactions to some simple teasing. "This is wrong. I don't want this. Please stop."
Even when he's being forcibly violated against his will, John remains polite and considerate. He pushes gently against me, but besides that he does nothing more to stop me. He's obviously aware of his strength and afraid to use it to stop me, afraid that he might hurt me. It's touching and all, but right now, I'm only interested in exploiting his kindness to fuck him senseless.
He squirms and continues begging as I undo his belt and slide down his pants, then his underwear. His member is already semi-hard and leaking tiny pearls of pre-come, and I quickly kneel down and lap them up with my tongue. John squeals like a virgin as I take his cock into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the head.
"Ngh, stop!" he shouts again. "I-I can't! I'm going to come, god, fuck-"
He spills into my mouth, a 30-second long orgasm that has him twitching and writhing underneath me as I suck him off the entire time. I take the come that leaks from my mouth and paint his glistening body with it, trailing my finger along sculpted abs and pectorals and extremely well-muscled arms. John's blush somehow intensifies further, and he wriggles around in an attempt to escape the sensations. Poor man, he's obviously enjoying it, but some part of him stops him from wanting it.
Luckily for him, I couldn't give less of a crap about his consent. I tug him back up, his limp, muscled body following me like a doll, and I shove him against the window. He utters another round of pleas, but I ignore them and wrap my hand around to begin jerking his oversensitive cock. He jerks and screams for it to stop, but his cock leaks pre-come at a furious rate. He looks so debauched, this middle-aged man, pressed against a window and being molested against his will by a guy much younger than him. I wonder if someone will spot us. John sobs, a big glob of come spilling from his hard cock as I press a finger into his ass.
I'm four fingers in, having already pulled another orgasm from the much older man, when I hear the knock on the door. A devious grin appears on my face as I force John to walk over to the door. He openly weeps as I pull open the door, revealing one disgruntled citizen and two police officers behind him.
"Disgusting," the citizen scoffs at John. "You're letting a little kid like this rape you? How pathetic can you be?" He slaps John across the face, and I grin as his cries intensify. "Fuck, a little slut like you deserves nothing more than to be used and abused. Anyone who can't even stop a teenager from raping them deserves to be fucked senseless against his will all the time."
The cops fold their arms across their chests. Their eyes trail across John's muscled body, his come-covered chest and abs and sweating, sculpted body. One of them says, "sir, we could charge you with public nudity and statutory rape. You'd go to jail for a long time, and let me tell you, a hot little slut like yourself? They'd break you within the first week."
"But," his partner adds smugly, "we're willing to overlook it if you serve us. It'll be easy for you, huh? You bent over backwards for this little brat, letting him do whatever he wants to you, surely you can serve two men of the law?"
John sobs and shakes his head erratically, but I quickly cut off his screams for help with one well-placed thrust to the prostate. The cops and citizen quickly divest themselves of their clothes and join in. One of the cops begins teasing John's perked, hardened nipples, while the other sucks his cock mercilessly, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of the middle-aged man. The citizen joins me in fingering and opening up his ass, adding a dildo to the mix. Eventually, we all decide to take a break, sitting lazily on the couch and watching the eldest man of us all writhing around the bed helplessly, coming over himself over and over again as unwanted pleasure washes over him endlessly.

Five hours pass. By the time we're satisfied, John's entire body is covered in come. His beard and hair seem to drip with the white fluid, and his half-lidded eyes betray little sign of consciousness. We've apparently fucked him literally brainless, and we agree to give him a little bit of a break. It's more fun fucking him when he has enough of his senses to protest and try to escape. Right now, when I stick my finger into his gaping ass, he only moans and barely twists away. It's not nearly as much fun.