Usual disclaimer: This story is for a mature audience only. It is also 100% fiction and is based on fantasy. Depending on law where you live, please be of age to read this story. Otherwise, author takes no responsibility. All in all, if you are choosing to read my story, I hope it is deamed enjoyable and leaves you head(s) drooling. Questions / comments can be emailed to samdabisa@gmail.com
This story is based on real people, but is just a work of fantasy.
Furthermore, author makes no assumptions about the sexuality of any Celebrity. As much as we may dream, only celebrities can confirm or deny their sexual preferences.
The lights have been turned off except down the central corridor, flickering and giving just a tiny amount of light into the 10x10 space I call home right now. In the distance is the usual banging and slamming of doors and the ocasional yelling from the COs (Correctional Officers). My last cellmate was released 2 days ago. Lucky for me, he helped me earn a reputation here such that I wouldn't be messed around with and people wouldn't be scared of me, just plain old respect. The jail I'm in is on the lower security side; think Orange is the New Black, just slightly more security.
Me, I'm 5'10", 220lbs, some muscle but I'm not ripped by any means. I pack a 7" sausage in my pants; black hair and brown eyes. My height, weight and body type helped me land in the middle of the spectrum of inmates. I'm not the tiniest and I am not the biggest; this also helped me keep from being messed with.
Moving on though . . . . .
One night, I'm laying down in bed. Next thing I hear is the main lock door of my block being opened and closed followed by whistling and howling. I stand up and approach my cell door. Coming down the corridor is CO Dolan with a new inmate. I didn't see the inmate's face till they were infront of my cell and stopped.
"Open cell B-16," CO Dolan yelled.
Moments later, my cell door opens.
"Abbott, meet your new cell mate, Bieber. You know the drill, show him around, make sure he gets settled."
"You got it C-O," I reply with a smile.
Justin moves into the cell and the door closes and locks. Justin moves over to the unoccupied bed and sits on it, curling up and hides his face. I can tell he's crying but doesn't want to show it.
Now what most of the guys in the jail don't know is I am bi. I've had my fun with some of them, but it's been limited to jerking off in front of each other in the showers and jerking each other off. I was close to tapping the ass of some of the younger inmates that have been in here, but the guards always had a way of interrupting.
"So why you in here, boy?" I inquire.
Silence.
"Don't act like you didn't hear me. In here, if you want to me left alone, you can't stay quiet. They'll tear you apart. Hear me?"
Still silence for another minute.
"Cause I pissed off a cop," Bieber finally offered up.
"Oh, Mr. Big-man here I see. No one in here is gonna care about you being a celebrity. Trust me, keep your pants up. In here, that's leaving you open to becoming Justina to some of these guys."
"Yeah whatever."
"Fine, you'll see."
The next day, Bieber did just I told him not to. He was wearing his pants hanging off his ass. I watched as some of the sex hungry guys were circling him, planning their strike.
Rocko, think a biker type, moves in towards Bieber during lunch meal.
"Your ass is mine Bieber," Rocko whispered into his ear.
"Fuck off, cocksucker," Bieber retorted.
"Bitch, don't disrespect me like that," Rocko started to get in Bieber's face and speaking louder.
As the two started to get louder, I move in.
"Rocko," I say as I get inbetween the two, "he's already my property. My cellmate, my bitch since he's truly a bitch that needs a constant lesson."
Rocko wasn't happy with this.
"Let me break him in, and then I'll make sure he gets a lesson from you," I added.
"Fine. By the end of the week."
"Deal."
Rocko walks away, pissed off but content with the deal.
"Thanks, man," Bieber quietly said to me.
"Oh, you'll be thanking me now, but begging more mercy later," I said as I walked off.
Back in the cell later, Bieber was on his side laying on the bed, his pants still low underneath his ass. It was calling me, and I decide to answer. I close my book, put it down on my desk and go in for the kill. Grabbing the little jar of vaseline, I pull my 7" hardon out, lube it up. Approaching Bieber's bed, I pull down his boxers and orange jail pants down enough to expose his hairless ass, the tiny ass that it was.
"Wait, what?" Bieber started to ask, awakening from a nap.
"Shhh, you need to have this taken care of now, rather than later. And it's best that it's done by me." I slowly rub some vaseline on Bieber's ass and line up my straining prick.
"Woah, no no no no no," Bieber starts to protest and fight me way. But I already have him in a position where I just pin him down. I push him into a better position and claim his sweet cherry.
I shudder a little bit over how tight it was, besides the beautiful warmth. I gave Justin a moment to relax his ass muscles around my pulsing cock. I then slowly move myself in and out. Knowing that the COs will be doing their rounds in about 10 minutes, I know not to take my sweet time.
Bieber tries to fight still. since he's on his belly, I put my arms through his pits and over his shoulders, pulling him close to me. I lock my legs around his.
"I warned you boy," I tell him.
"Fuck you, get the fuck off me," he snarled back.
Slamming him harder with my dick, "The more you fight, the harder I fuck you. You still have a choice. But like I said, you should have kept your pants up. These guys are piranhas. You're lucky I'm taking your sweet cherry, bitch."
"Yeah fuck you, homo, why's that?"
Smacking Bieber across the back of his head a couple of times, "Because I can protect you and I'll be gentle once you stop being a cunt like the woman you are right now."
"That's all you can give me, fucking protection?"
"Kid," as I start to speed up a little, "you'll need all the protection you need as a celebrity, especially being a young skinny pretty girl that you are."
"I ain't no bitch, fucking faggot," Bieber snarls some more trying to fight.
Giving another hard thrust or two, Bieber stops fighting as hard.
"Good little bitch, simmer down. You might actually enjoy this. Hell, you might even earn yourself a reach around."
Fed up with fighting, Bieber inquires, "Fine, what's in it for me if I willingly go through this right now?
"Well, immediately, I'll make sure you bust load or two as well. Trust me, we all need to bust a load or two while in here. Second, I'll make sure everyone knows that your cherry was already taken by me and that your ass is my property. I'll also teach you how to actually get the respect that you should have in here to survive without being feared nor messed with. I'll introduce you to who to know, who can help, and the right way to go about making deals. Got it?"
"Yeah alright, I mean you already got your dick in my ass. I guess it couldn't hurt to make this stay in here somewhat tolerable."
"Good. Now one last thing, your ass is now mine when I feel like it."
"Oh hell no," Bieber started to protest, "I'm no homo."
With a hard thrust, I add, "Look, I'm not saying you are." Think of it as payment for my services. Plus, if you're play your cards right, I'm willing to help you get your rocks off too."
"..... fine," Bieber responded after a minute.
"Good, now that everything is settled, let us finish this deal with me blowing my load in you. I'll be nice and give you a reach around since you've been a nice little bitch"
I start to slide myself in and out nice and easy for the kid, letting him get comfortable. I started to moan, he grunted a couple of times. I grabbed some Vaseline on my left hand, moved my right arm across Bieber's chest. My left hand moved down to Bieber's cock which was actually hard right now, probably cause I was hitting his prostate. It felt about 7-8" and about as thick as mine. His pubes felt trimmed too. As I really started to ride him, I kept working on his dick.
Every so often, between my grunts and his grunts, Bieber would let at a "Oh my God." I also knew we had to hurry up, the CO rounds were going to start soon.
"We need to hurry," I whispered.
"Ok."
I sped up my further, not too far off from cumming. My body laying on top of Bieber, both hands going to work on his throbbing cock. Within a minute, he begins claiming mercy and that he's going to cum.
"Go for it, you want it," I encourage him.
He shoots his load over the towel he happened to have on his bed. His ass muscles squeezing around my dick as he shoots his load. That sends me over the edge and I spray his insides with my jizz and we collapse.
About a minute later, we hear the COs announce a cell block check. I quickly get up, clean my prick off and the sweat on my face.
"Here," as I toss Bieber some wipes, "clean your ass off and what not quickly. After cell check, your lessons begin."
Bieber gets up, cleans himself off. We get everything normally looking. The COs arrive at our cell, the door opens up. One comes in looks around, oks everything.
"Helping him settle in, Abbott?"
"Yessir, C O."
"Good, need anything supply wise?"
"Just more T P now that there's two of us here."
"Fine, you'll get it later. Carry on. Bieber, hope he's treating you well."
"Bieber gives me a look. "He is C O."
"Good," the COs step out. The door closes behind them and they move on.
"Alright, take a seat. Time for me to begin my end of the deal. Just remember, I can't tell you everything from here. I'll have to fill you in on things during the day as we're out of the cell since you need to see what I'm referring too."
"Fine, let's begin."
And with that, Bieber begins his lessons on surviving his jail time. While he still claims not being a homo, he started to enjoy his sexual exploration with Abbott. Who knows what this means outside of jail and what it means between him and his girlfriend, Selena.