Gangbang - Chapter III: Gangbang
Length: 2,543 words
WARNING: This story contains sexual acts between young adult males. If you do not enjoy this type of material, or if it is illegal in your country or place of residence, please stop reading immediately. This story is not in any way an accurate depiction of reality, and any relations to real persons or acts that may appear within are unintentional. THIS STORY IS FICTION.
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Every once in awhile, the two of them make eye contact. Cheryl Cole and Justin Bieber. They never greet each other in public, and tonight was no except; though as they strode across the red carpet without so much as a passing glance at one another, they followed each other with their minds, each knowing where the other was headed.
They fuck every time they end up in the same city, which only really happens when Liam and the rest of One Direction happen to be around. The sex is always intense and primal. The kind that you don't have with your lover. The one-off amazing sex which ends with everyone drenched in sweat, filthy, and exhausted from the brutal euphoria from a one night stand. The kind that's going to happen tonight.
Of course, Cheryl is just one girl on the list.
When One Direction take the stage at the end of the night to collect the award for Artist of the Year, it's a special kind of victory. To the celebrities sitting in the audience and the children watching from home, it probably looks as if the smiles on their faces are the result of the win, to know that they made it big, here in America. A British boy band in America accepting the biggest award of the night. In fact, that may be part of the reason they are so happy. But it may also be something more. Just two years ago, Justin Bieber was on stage accepting this same award, and he was untouchable. He was the biggest pop star in the world and the fixation of every female on the planet.
How things change.
For the second time today, Justin Bieber is bent over the couch in the hotel room. His knees are resting on the shoulder of the couch and his hands are planted on the center cushion. His eyes crawl across the patterns on the cushion below him, tracing their figures, but his vision is unsteady this time, distorted and shaky from alcohol.
Oh, and poppers.
Harry walked Justin back to the hotel room, and he's the only boy with him right now. He offered to help him take the plug out before the rest of the boys got back. After all, Justin had endured enough. The poppers were his way of taking it easy on Justin for being a good sport. It'll make it easier to take the plug out, he said.
Justin is already completely naked except for his tight white Calvin Klein underwear. How he got here is a mystery. After all, there was no need for him to strip down his clothes for this. He could have just as easily pulled down the back of his pants and removed the plug. Surely it would have been less embarrassing. But here we are. The white cotton of his briefs is nearly transparent, soaked by sweat.
When the other four boys walk silently in the room, Justin doesn't even notice. And when Harry reaches to pull down Bieber's underwear this time, he does it carelessly, without fanfare or even the slightest respect for Bieber's modesty. He simply latches into the damp waistband of the briefs and slides them all the way down in one smooth motion, down his thighs, past his knees, requiring each to be lifted from the couch, and then down past his ankles to the ground.
Even in his current state, Justin can't help but try to maintain his dignity. When the underwear slide down, Justin unconsciously squeezes his butt cheeks together just as before, to hide the area between his cheeks, but Harry places one large hand on Justin's lower back and pushes down. Slowly, but surely, Justin relents and arches his back under the pressure until his beautiful little ass cheeks spread wide open for the boys. This time, after a night of being confined in his briefs, all five of the boys standing behind Bieber can smell it, the distinct aroma of sweat and ass rising from between the parted ass cheeks of Justin Bieber. The black base of the butt plug is wedged deep between his spread cheeks.
When Harry finally grabs the base of the plug and begins to unsheathe it, Justin moans. The boys silently smirk. The moan doesn't surprise them. What does surprise them, however, is the amount of semen that pours out of Justin's asshole and down his crack as soon as the plug is removed. In a way, it makes sense. The semen had to find its way out eventually, but they didn't expect it to happen right now, in front of them. It's disgusting, but they're into it.
Harry quickly pushes the plug back deep into Justin's hole, sealing it shut and eliciting another moan from Justin. Then, he repeats the motion a few times, withdrawing the plug each time just to let some of their spunk drip out before gathering it with the tip of the plug and pushing it back in again. The stimulation must feel good, because already Justin's eyes are closed and his inhibitions have evaporated. Harry continues to rub the tip gently around Justin's stretched rim, mopping up the semen around Justin's crack and feeding it back into his asshole, loosened by the poppers.
When the tip of the plug is replaced by the tip of Liam's bare cock, Justin doesn't even notice. His eyes are closed and his head is resting on his hands, facing directly down into the couch cushion. As his ass swallows the first few inches of Liam Payne, the boys look on in silence, wondering how long it will take Justin Bieber to realize that his cherry is being popped, that he has a cock up his ass. For those few moments, the room is occupied only by the quiet sound of Justin's moans. But when Liam decides to plunge his penis deep into Bieber's ass in one smooth, continuous motion, other sounds take over. Disgusting sounds. The sound of a thick penis sliding against a semen-soaked rim. The sound of a heavy, hairy ball sack slapping against bare ass. The pained cry from Justin Bieber, something between a scream and the moan of a bitch. And the sound of something like a loud fart, the sound of the semen and gas that has been plugged up inside Justin Bieber's asshole all night long being forced out by the inv asion of seven inches of Liam Payne.
Still screaming, Justin tries to escape the pain, but Liam wraps his arms around Justin and pulls him back in a chokehold. Then Liam is reaming Justin Bieber's ass. He didn't wait for Justin to adjust. He knows Justin can take it. The sounds are wet, highly lubricated. Each time Liam pulls out, his cock is coated in a thick, white creamy substance, and he knows it's the lathered semen straight from the nuts of him and his mates. Each time he slams into the tight little butthole, his heavy scrotum slaps against the tiny balls of Justin Bieber, which are already drawn up and hugging his pubic area, ready to burst after thirty seconds of getting drilled by huge cock. Each and every time, Liam goes balls deep and grinds his pubes against Justin's little bitch ass, which contracts and shakes from the force.
Louis and Niall take him from both ends at once, Niall starting with his ass and Louis his mouth. They trade off, since there's something satisfying about watching Justin Bieber bent over sucking Niall Horan's fat cock fresh from his own smelly, semen-soaked ass.
When Louis slaps Justin's right ass cheek, it's playful. At first. But then there's a second slap. And a third. Each grows in intensity, each producing an audible smack. By the tenth slap, Justin's ass is pink and by the twentieth, it looks destroyed, crimson and bruised.
The boys know how to play with their toys. Niall feels the same urge, except he slaps Justin across the cheek. Justin stares up at him with drunken, bloodshot eyes. Spit is pouring down his chin. He's suffocating. Niall spits in his face. Just because it feels good. But he's not heartless, so he withdraws his penis slowly from Justin's mouth, giving Justin the opportunity to breathe. He lets his mouth fill with warm, thick saliva and then tilts his head and lets the spit drop down onto the shaft of his penis before feeding it to Bieber.
With Harry, it starts out tender. Loving, even. Justin is lying discard on the couch, ass cheeks still spread, hole stretched open and semen dripping out, even though it's been vacated. Harry locks his hands in Justin's armpits and lifts him up. Justin's eyes are still bloodshot and now flooded with tears, not from displeasure, but from asphyxiation. When Harry leans forward and begins to kiss him, Justin considers protesting, verbally, aggressively, but instead he lets Harry explore his mouth gently.
A few moments later, Justin Bieber is sinking down the shaft of Harry Styles. They are still kissing when Justin begins to moan in pain. He moves his hands to Harry's thighs to try to stop his descent, but Harry immediately grabs Justin's hands, intertwines their fingers, and bites down on the boys lip, drawing blood, overwhelming him with sensation, distracting him until the boy bottoms on on his pelvis.
Harry is sitting on the couch and Justin Bieber is impaled on top of him, facing outward, the same direction as Harry. His fingers are still locked between Harry's, and his head is turned to the side as he continues to kiss Harry Styles. Harry begins moving his hips slowly and before long Justin Bieber is riding his cock, legs withdrawn up onto the couch, one on each side of Harry's legs.
They never stop kissing until they do. Until Harry lets his fingers roam over the surface of Justin's nipples. He looks at Justin, whose eyes are closed and whose mouth is now slack and hanging open, almost as if begging for Harry's tongue to return, moaning quietly as his ass stretches around eight inches of cock. Like Niall, Harry swishes saliva around in his mouth, gathering it, and then releases it from between his lips, but this time it falls directly into his open mouth. Justin doesn't even open his eyes. He just accepts it, licking his lips and moaning like a little bit while his erect cock swings up and down between his legs each time he bottoms out.
Every motion is premeditated. When Harry feeds Bieber his own dirty boxer briefs, it's with surgical precision. The underwear have been sitting beside him on the couch the whole time, and one could argue that it makes no difference, but Harry made the conscious decision to turn the underwear inside out before feeding them into Justin's mouth, ensuring that the cotton that had spent all night in contact with his own dirty asshole was the first thing to rub against his tongue. Then came a ball gag. He wanted Bieber to soak in that flavor of ass.
When Harry finally leans back against the cushion of the couch, he pulls Bieber back with him. Liam jumps onto the couch, one foot on either side of their connected bodies, ass in Justin's and Harry's faces, and delicately lifts Justin's legs up into the air. For the first time, the boys get an open view of Justin Bieber's tight little asshole stretched around eight inches of Harry Styles.
As for Harry, he doesn't mind the view. Liam Payne and his beautiful hairy ass crack. He even relishes the moment with Liam bends over slightly and that beautiful little hairy hole comes into view. But it's short lived, because a few seconds later he leans back, enveloping Justin's face between his cheeks. No, Harry doesn't mind that his mate's ass is just inches from his face, because he knows it's all that Justin can see and smell. Harry doesn't mind ass.
When the boys latch the first clothespin onto Justin's right nipple, the scream is piercing, despite it all, despite the alcohol, despite the poppers, despite the underwear in his mouth, despite the ball gag, despite his screams being muffled within Liam's sweaty ass cheeks.
Fortunately, the screams become fainter with each new addition. The second clothespin on his right nipple. The first on his left. And then another. And finally three on his ballsack.
But finally he's ready.
"You ready, mate?" Louis asks.
"Whatever. I just need to bust a fucking nut."
Finally, the perpetually disinterested Zayn is standing up, and even though the boys see it often, it's never any less of a surprise, the massive ten inch piece of meat hanging between the legs of Zayn Malik, swinging with every step as he walks toward the couch, briefs pulled taut between his thighs. Even though he is finally erect, it hangs straight down, hopelessly suspended by its own weight.
Justin Bieber isn't the first boy to be gangbanged by One Direction, but he will be the first boy to take all ten inches of Zayn Malik.
It was Harry's idea. For some reason, they all knew that Justin Bieber could take it. Every inch. They had all seen his ass, they could imagine how it would pop and stretch. But even that wasn't enough, they wanted his tight little butt to take even more cock.
When Zayn lines the tip of his cock up with the hole of Justin Bieber, already stretched to its limits around Harry Styles, he is the least the considerate. He places one hand on either side of Justin's hole and stretches his cheeks apart further. Then, he applies pressure.
A lot of fucking pressure.
It takes a moment. I'm not exaggerating when I say that the hole is already stretched taut, pushed to its absolute limits. But then it happens, and every boy in the room can hear it. The loud pop that comes as Justin Bieber's little butthole pops for the second time.
This time, the scream is so penetrating that not even Liam's ass can muffle it. But Zayn remains emotionless. With the tip finally in, he begins feeding more and more of his penis into the stretched hole. Every few inches, he meets renewed resistance. Three inches. Then five inches. Every time, Justin's stretched rim looks stretched to its limits, and every time, Liam, Harry, Niall, and Louis are sure that it can't stretch anymore, that there is simply no more room in Justin Bieber's ass. But Zayn is relentless and every time it swallows more.
When his ass swallows the last inch and the clean shaven brown skin of Zayn Malik bottoms out against his stretched ass cheeks, hole now somehow filled with the semen of all five boys of One Direction and eighteen inches of meat, the swollen red penis of Justin Bieber, the penis that so many people dream about, even as it bulges here, pathetically inadequate just inches away from the huge cocks of real men, with its little scrotum drawn up tight, busts its nut hands free.
Zayn notices, and for the first time tonight, he smiles.
Time to fuck some Bieber ass.
AUTHOR's NOTE: Thank you for reading! I am a writer of celebrity fanfiction and original erotica. I've written dozens of other stories, and I would love for you to check them out at http://www.conormonaghan.com