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🕑 Added 2023-11-05 14:00:06 +0000 UTCEver since their band had first hit the stage, their lead singer, Axel, had always been popular. Yes, he was an incredible singer, but he was charismatic and sexy as hell when the spotlight was on him. He didn't dress in anything spectacular or showy, but the audience would go crazy for him every single night without fail.
There had always been people that had tried it on with him. Axel was frequently getting his ass groped, or hands would linger a little too long when he walked through the crowd. It was a huge rush for him, but after a few years of performing, he was surprised at just how bold some people were getting.
It was during the band's North American tour that Axel really noticed how crazy his fans were becoming.
In Milwaukee, one of the audience had grabbed his shirt as he walked past and had literally torn it from his body. He'd laughed it off and pretended everything was good, but he was shocked that someone could be so brazen.
Then, in Detroit, as he'd knelt near the edge of the stage, one of the guys in the audience had reached out, mid-song, and groped his bulge through his jeans. Axel had only barely managed to keep singing. Part shock and part arousal had blanked out his brain, and it took him another couple of songs before he'd shaken it off.
When the band arrived in Nashville, Axel was feeling uneasy. At nearly every gig they'd performed on this tour, someone had breached the boundaries of what was acceptable.
But that night, someone would go even further.
Axel got ready with the rest of the band, choosing a pair of faded denim jeans that were a little old, and a check shirt. It was kinda preppy, but he liked it.
The first hour of their performance, Axel was having the time of his life. The crowd were immense, and the slight tickle he'd had in his throat the last few weeks had finally disappeared. It was a great show!.
And then it happened . . .
Axel was near the edge of the stage, right near the audience, which always got a lot of cheers and screams. He was leaning forward, singing into the mic in his hand, with his eyes closed, as he hit a particularly irritating high note in one of their most popular ballads.
But with his eyes closed, he completely missed the tattooed guy in front of him who took the opportunity to rush forward and grab his jeans. Axel's eyes flew open as the old jeans opened and slid down to his knees. The button was loose at the best of the times, but the sharp tug had dislodged the button from the hole, and the zipper just tore open with ease.
Before Axel, could even move, the tattooed guy grabbed for his grey boxer briefs. Axel used his free hand to grab the waistband, praying that he wouldn't be about to expose himself to thousands of people.
The tattooed guy had a death grip on his boxer briefs and Axel felt them slip down further, his trimmed pubes visible as he tried to move back from the guy.
"Get the fuck off of me," he yelled away from the mic.
The tattooed guy seemed to come back to his senses and released his grip, but as Axel stumbled backwards, he let go of his boxer briefs and they dropped to his knees after being so overstretched.
The entire crowd cheered and wolf-whistled as Axel scrambled to cover himself up, but no matter how hard he tried to protect his modesty, the thousands of people in the crowd with their phones on record had memorialised the moment forever!
