NOTE I do not claim to know the celebrities mentioned below or their sexual preferences. This fictional story was written solely for entertainment purposes only and does NOT imply the sexual preferences of said celebrities or anything about their personal lives. Enjoy!
Justin and Jesse's Workout
By: John
As Jesse walked into the room, a feeling of dread came over him as it always did when he was at these kind of events. He hated industry parties, all the fake compliments and ass kissing, he couldnt stand it. His agent had forced him to come out to this shit, but he understood he didnt have much of a choice. Although his album had gone platinum, sales were starting to fall off, and his tv show had just been canceled, he needed to be seen out in public as much as possible. This was the point in every young artists career, where they either made it to the big time, or disappeared into obscurity, and Jesse was determined to make it, even if it meant coming to these fucking bore-fests.
About an hour had gone by of pointless chatting with asshole record executives and label people, when Jesse spotted Lindsey Lohan eying him from across the room. He gave her a little smirk, and she let out a little laugh, and turned away. The two had a bit of a history, both having been in the industry for a while now. Just a few weeks ago they had gotten together after one of Jesse's concerts that Lindsey had attended, and he had fucked her brains out. Jesse was use to gettin laid pretty regularly now that he was a "teen heartthrob" but that night had been particularly mind blowing. Lindsey had given him head while he was driving them to his bachelor pad, all the time being chased by the paparazzi, and then when they got to the house, they went at it all night long. Jesse decided that repeating that tonight would make this damn party worth it, and started making his way over to where Lindsey and her entourage were standing.
Before he could get to the other side of the room, he felt someone tap his shoulder from behind.
"Fuck, what now?" Let out Jesse, figuring it was some other fake ass celebrity leach, as he turned around. To his surprise, in front of him was standing Justin Timberlake, his idol and biggest musical influence.
"Oh shit, im so sorry bro, i thought you were one of the other losers here" exclaimed Jesse, turning red.
"Hey, no problem man, i cant stand these parties either, but its something you gotta do you know? replied Justin kindly.
"Yea, thats what they tell me." Shrugged Jesse.
"Anyways, i just wanted to come over and say hi, cause im a big fan, i really love your voice, and i think the production on your album is great." complimented Justin.
"Wow, thanks bro. That means alot to me, especially coming from you, you are like my idol." gushed Jesse, cracking a huge smile.
"Thanks, yea, you do kinda remind me of a young me. If you keep workin hard and keep your head on straight, you could be huge. You've got everything going for you, you can sing, you can act, you're a great lookin guy, the girls obviously love you." continued Justin.
"Thanks bro, this is my passion." said Jesse getting even more red.
"Yea, you can tell. The one piece of advice id give you is, try to bulk up a bit. Chicks love a guy with a 6-pack, and thats definitely your main fan base." said Justin, placing his arm on his own obviously toned abs over the tight vintage t-shirt he was wearing that was clinging tightly to his pecs and stomach.
"Yea, ive been trying to get to the gym lately, but its hard with my schedule, im so busy. The only time i have free is late at night when all the gyms in my area are already closed." Replied Jesse, subconsciously also placing his arm on his soft belly over the stylish dress shirt he was wearing.
"Totally know what you're saying, that was my problem. I dont know if you've noticed, but ive definately bulked up since my Nsync days, and the way i did it was by building my own gym in my house. That way i can go and do my workouts when i get home at 1 or 2 in the morning. You know what, you should come over and work out with me, ive been looking for a workout buddy, and you can come at night when your day is done." commented Justin, with his arm still exploring his own abs.
"That would be awesome, im gonna take you up on that offer." answered Jesse.
"You know what, why dont we start tonight once this crap is over?" asked Justin.
"Lets go for it! Im gonna be in the mood to take out some stress once this night is over." joked Jesse.
"Haha, yea me too. Im gonna go make some more rounds around here. So ill see you at my house like at 2 am? You know where i live right?" said Justin.
"Yea, i know where you live, the freakin huge mansion just down the street from my apartment. Ill be there." Answered Jesse both excitedly and nervously, being kind of intimidated to work out with his idol.
"Awesome, see ya there." replied Justin, as he walked away.
Jesse could not believe what had just happened. His idol, the person he had modeled his whole career after was inviting him to his home. Not only was he inviting him to his home, but he was taking him under his wing and helping him improve his career. It was a dream come true. Jesse had been wanting to get in better shape, and now he could do it with Justin Freakin Timberlake, how cool was that?
He realized that Lindsey was eying him from across the room again, but as tempting as his original thought of hooking up with Lindsey tonight was, he was much more excited by the idea of working out with Justin. Jesse decided to just ignore Lindsey for tonight, either way, she was a psychotic bitch, ignoring her tonight would probably only turn her on more for the future. He looked at his watch, it was 1:28, he figured he'd make one last round and head over to his mentors house.
As he made his way around the crowded room full of wannabe celebs and their handlers, he noticed that every young guy in the room was totally built. They all had broad shoulders and bulging pecs, tapering down to what Jesse was sure were strong and well developed six packs and then wastes. Their biceps exploded out of their tight shirts, flexing with every movement they made. Jesse looked down at his own body, and felt extremely self-conscious. All these guys, these talentless meat heads, were shooting to knock him off the charts and put themselves in his place...and with bodies like that, Jesse could not help but think that girls would be more than willing to accept that trade.
Feeling somewhat depressed, Jesse decided to start making his way over to his car and to Justins house, he had alot of work to do if he wanted to get into the type of shape his idol and all these other talentless jerks were in. He made his way out the door, and into his brand new cor vet. As he speeded down the early morning LA streets, he could not help but think of all the guys at the party, and how much more developed they were than him. He would give anything to have those arms, that stomach and chest, that strong wide back. Before he knew it he was at Justin's driveway. What the fuck?? What was he doing here, this night seemed so surreal, he thought to himself.
Jesse got out of his car, and made his way to the door, pressing the door bell on he way. His stomach was going crazy, he didnt know it was possible to be this nervous. After a few seconds of waiting, the door opened, and Justin was standing in front him. He was wearing a tight wife beater nearly strangling his manly body, and a pair of blue shorts.
"So are you gonna come in or stand out there all night?" boomed Justins voice.
"Ha, thanks. Its just i realized looking at you, i mean looking at what you're wearing, that i didnt bring any workout clothes." said Jesse as he walked into Justins house.
"Oh, no problem. Go into the gym right that way, and ill go get you something to throw on. Ill be right back." replied Justin and turned away into a room Jesse assumed was his bedroom.
Jesse turned into the room Justin had pointed out as his gym. Wow, this was impressive. Justin had almost a full sized gym, every weight machine imaginable. No wonder Justin was in such amazing shape Jesse thought. He still could not get his mind around the fact that he was standing in Justins gym, about to work out with Justin Timberlake. As he poked around a while longer, he noticed Justin was watching him from across the gym holding some clothes in his hand.
"Like what you see?" asked Justin.
"Yea man, its awesome." answered Jesse, "those the clothes?"
"Yea, throw them on" said Justin, and threw the clothes at Jesse.
Jesse caught the wife beater and shorts Justin tossed at him, and asked "Cool, wheres their a bathroom?"
"Bathroom?" questioned Justin.
"Yea, to change." replied Jesse.
"Just change here, what are you, 6 years old?" remarked Justin.
Jesse got a bit red. He felt strange changing in front of his idol, especially when he knew that his body was not what it should be. He had no choice though, he would seem like a weirdo if he insisted on changing in a bathroom now, and he definitely didnt wanna make that impression to Justin right off the bat. Jesse began unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his soft, naturally hairless chest and belly, and dropping the shirt to the floor. He then proceeded to take of his pants and let them drop to the floor, leaving his skinny slightly hairy legs naked except for the grey boxer-briefs he was wearing. He looked up a second, and noticed Justin standing directly in front of him, arms folded, biceps bulging, looking directly at him.
"Jeez, we have more work to do than i thought, you dont have a freakin muscle on you." commented Justin.
"Well.." started Jesse.
"No no, no excuses, my girlfriend could probably kick your ass, thats sad. Just get dressed, we have alot to do tonight." interrupted Justin.
Jesse's stomach dropped, he could not believe Justin had ripped into him like that, and they had just met. Jesse knew his body wasnt up to Justins standards, but he didnt think it was so bad, girls definitely seemed to like it. Jesse pulled on the shorts, and pulled the wife beater over his head. Everything was a bit to big, but would work for today.
"Alright, ready to get started Jessica?" snapped Justin.
"Uh yea.." responded Jesse, feeling smaller and smaller.
"Lets start with some ab workouts, you obviously need those." said Justin condescendingly, as he walked by Jesse, patting him on his soft belly.
Justin laid on the floor, stretched out, hands above his head, bushy arm pits exposed. He then lifted both his arms and his legs about 6 inches from the floor, making every amazingly toned muscle in his body strain and pertrude through his tight wife beater.
"Ok, you do the same thing, and hold the position till i say so." ordered Justin.
Jesse lowered himself to the floor, and imitated Justins position. At first Jesse thought to himself, hey this isnt so bad. But after a few seconds he felt his abdominal muscles start to burn, and by the time he heard Justin count up to 23, he started lower his legs and arms.
:"Cmon Jessica, keep those legs up, its been 23 seconds." yelled Justin.
Jesse tried to lift his legs and arms, and halfway managed to do so. After a few seconds every muscle in Jesses body began to shake, and Jesse let out several moans of pain. Jesse could not control his body any longer, he let out a gasp, and let his arms and leg drop with a thump to the floor.
"What a pussy." said Justin under his breath and jumped to his feet.
"UP!" commanded Justin.
Jesse was stretched out on the floor, arms stretched above his shoulders, eyes shut, mouth open gasping for breath.
"UP BITCH!" yelled Justin a second later, kicking Jesse on the side of the stomach.
Jesse turned in pain, and made his way to his feet.
"How pathetic, lets see if your biceps are any less embarrassing." said Justin, and moved his way over to a pull up bar
Jesse was still in shock. The combination of the pain he was feeling, and the embarassment and amazement at the way Justin was treating him, made the experience completely surreal. He followed Justin, not knowing what else to do.
Justin jumped and grabbed onto the pull-up bar, adjusted his hands, and started the work out. He did one, two, five, eleven, nineteen...with what seemed no effort at all. His biceps bulged every time he pulled himself up, and his chest became tense, and threatened to burst through his wife beater. Before Jesse could start to shake off the pain and embarassment of the prior exercise, Justin was done with his first set of 30 pull-ups, and jumped down off the bar.
"Your turn" barked Justin.
Jesse moved toward the bar, and hopped, grabbing on with both hands. He knew he had to do this, he coudlnt allow himself to fuck up again. Jesse managed to do the first pull up, his arms straining, and was quite happy with himself. The second one was a bit more difficult, but he pulled himself over the bar. Half way up the third pull-up, his arms gave out, and he dropped down to a full hanging position.
"CMON!" screamed Justin. "If you dont do at least 10, you're gonna regret it."
Jesse didnt know what Justin meant, and he didnt wanna find out. He put every once of strength he had into trying to pull himself up over that fucking bar, but it was impossible. Before he knew what had happened, Justin had punched him right in the gut.
"THREE!" yelled out Justin. "OK, is four gonna be a punch or a pull up?"
He could not believe this happening, Justin was punching him while he was hanging on a pull up bar, his body exposed and vulnerable. Jesse did not know what he should do. Should he jump off and try to fight back? Should he say something? Should he just try to do the pull-ups, after all, this was probably just some strange form of motivation Justin was applying. He started trying to pull himself up again, when another knuckle pounded into his already hurtin abs.
"FOUR!" barked Justin...."FIVE!, SIX!, SEVEN!" as he let loose with a barrage of punches on the younger mans soft midsection.
By the time Justin got to his eighth punishment on Jesses exposed abs, Jesse fell to the floor, crumbling at Justins feet, grabbing his stomach in pain, tears forming in his eyes. He had never been in so much pain in his life, the combination of the physical hurt of both the workout and the pounding by Justin, with the emotional pain of being humiliated by his idol were too much for Jesse to take.
Jesse looked up to find Justin towering above him, with a smirk on his face. What was Justin going to do? Was he going to kick his ass? thought Jesse to himself. How fucking embarrassing, crying in Justin Timberlakes gym. This cant actually be happening. Before he could embarrass himself anymore there on the floor, Justin yelled his next command.
"Alright Pussy, bench press time" he said.
So many feelings were mounting inside of Jesse, part of him was flaming mad, wanting to kick Justin's ass, even though he knew he couldnt. Another part was embarrassed and so ashamed of what was going on, and yet another part, the part he couldnt seem to understand, was somewhat turned on by the humiliation. Something about having the biggest super star in the world strip away his dignity got his juices flowing. This feeling just confused Jesse even more as he watched Justin mount an insane amount of weights onto the bench press bar, and lay down on the bench.
"Get over here and spot me, im trying a new weight." ordered Justin.
Jesse brought himself to his feet and walked over, his whole body in pain, to the front of the bench, standing over Justin. Justin let out a loud grunt and powered threw the first few repetitions of bench presses, his chest rippling and nearly bursting through his wife beater. To Jesse's surprise, by the fifth rep, Justin was starting to struggle, his arms shaking, and his face becoming red, the new weight must have been a bit too much for the superstar. Jesse was focusing on Justins powerful upper body when he heard him shout.
"Grab the bar! Its too much!" yelled Justin desperately.
Instinctively Jesse grabbed the bar, and started helping Justin lead it back to where it normally rested, but something, something he could not fully explain caused him to pause and hold the heavy ass bar over his Idols body.
"What the fuck are you doing!" screamed Justin with a look of fear in his eyes.
Jesse realized, now he was in control. And with that, he let the bar go, watching it fall as Justin attempted to keep it from crushing his body, making a loud thump as it landed on Justins massive chest relatively hard.
"AHhhhh" cried out Justin.
"Now its my turn bitch.' said Jesse coldly as he watched Justins body buck like a wild stalion trying to free itself from under the weight of the bar. Jesse looked right into Justins eyes, sensing the intense fear and anger the pop star was simultaneously feeling. It made Jesse feel powerful, very powerful. The bar was just heavy enough for Justin to not be able to escape its weight, but not so heavy that it was endangering Justin.
"Time for you to cry me a river Timberlake" said Jesse as he grabbed Justin's hair, "this is going to be fun...."