This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrity mentioned or any personal knowledge about his private life. Other characters are fictional and do not exist.
Michael knew exactly what he was looking for. He knew from experience that he wouldn't find it amongst the crowds of fans leaving the arena, the kind of man he was looking for didn't attend the concerts his boss performed at. The security guards were a different story. In every town they visited, there was usually at least one that fit the bill - tall, short hair, muscular; the strong male Adonis. And there he was, in a bright fluorescent hi-vis vest, marshalling people out the door as they left the concert. He almost looked like Chris Evans, except with black hair and stubble. Michael decided to wait for the crowds to subside before approaching.
"Excuse me, young man," Michael said as he tapped the guard on the shoulder. He looked even better up close, with a beautiful face and bright, piercing green eyes. "I work with the stage crew, and I would like to offer you some extra work for the evening."
"What kind of work?" he replied in a deep, rough voice. As the guard made eye contact with Michael, he felt a shiver run over him, as if the eyes could see deep into his soul and suck his secrets out of him. He was perfect, and knew he had to get this one, no matter the cost. "I've got plans after my shift." His tone was dismissive, and it was obvious that he considered Michael a nobody.
"We are willing to pay you substantially for the work, and for your discretion. If you would follow me, we can discuss it more privately," Michael pointed off into the carpark, away from the last few fans and other security guards, and the guard followed. Once they were further away, Michael continued, "What's your name, before we begin?"
"Troy, sir," he replied with insolence and sarcasm in his voice.
"Well Troy, my employer, and yours too, has certain, how do I say this politely... appetites. He enjoys indulging himself after performing. He is willing to pay you substantially to provide... ahh, these services to him."
The guard looked slightly stunned, as Michael told him this. It was obvious to Troy that this wasn't the first time Michael had said this spiel, but it was certaintly the first time anyone had ever tried to proposition him for sex, and he had never considered himself attracted to men. "How... How much are you willing to pay?" his voice had lost all trace of sarcasm, but the confidence and slight arrogance was still there, even if he was a little thrown.
"Five grand, for services AND discretion. Especially discretion," Michael muttered to himself this last. If anyone were to ever find out about these activities, his boss and therefore he himself would be out of a job.
"One last question then," Troy's confidence was back, he could tell, and he was eager for the money. "Who is your boss?"
A small smile crept onto Michael's face as he told him, "Justin Bieber."
Justin had wiped all the makeup off his face and out of his hair after the performance. He loved performing, because afterwards his stage manager, Michael, always found him someone new. Michael wasn't really his type, but he had allowed him to fuck him once or twice over the tour, and he always found him someone after each concert to please him.
Justin was sitting in front of the mirror reading one of the mag pieces about himself when he felt a pair of strong hands grab his shoulders and spin him around in his chair. Before him stood the most beautiful man he'd ever seen. Michael's outdone himself this time, Justin thought, as the man stared at him with his bright green eyes.
Troy's hand flew up after a few seconds and slapped Justin across the cheek. "You little slut, keep your eyes lowered like a good little bitch," he commanded. Justin quickly looked down, and stared at Troy's crotch. "Stand up!"
"Yes sir," Justin replied eagerly as the man pushed him aside and sat in the chair. The shove was hard enough to send Justin sprawling to the floor.
"Did I not just say to STAND UP?" Troy shouted at Justin as he started to stand up again. "Stay down there, bitch, and take my shoes and socks off."
Justin did as ordered, and removed Troy's work boots and thick wooly socks. Working all evening on security had left Troy's feet sweaty and smelly. "Take my shoes and give them a good sniff, faggot," and Troy watched eagerly as Justin took a deep sniff of his work boots. "Good boy. Now give me a nice foot rub while you suck on my toes." Again Justin did as ordered, and began sucking on the beautiful feet before him. They smelled and tasted like sweat and feet, and he loved it. Troy looked down at Justin and could see the erection pressing hard against the material of his tight skinny jeans. He loves this, Troy thought to himself, just as that queer outside said he would.
After a few minutes on each foot, Troy pulled his foot out of Justin's grasp and ordered him to stand up. The boy was dressed in tight jeans, a T-shirt and a fleecy jacket. "Get that jacket off, bitch, and stand up against the wall." Troy loved the control he had over Justin, and could feel his own cock getting hard at the thought of what he was going to do with him. He moved over to the wall, grabbed Justin and turned him round, shoving his face into the wall as he grabbed hold of the young stud's underwear and pulled them up. He pulled so hard he could see Justin stand on the tips of his toes and could hear the fabric of the underwear begin to rip. "Beg, boy, beg for mercy," he whispered as he pulled harder.
A whimper of pain escaped Justin's lips as he cried, "Mercy, sir, please, mercy. It hurts, sir, please!" He kept whimpering and crying until Troy let go, and he collapsed onto the floor.
"Did I give you permission to sit, bitch?" he shouted down at him as he kicked him hard in the gut. Michael had told him he could leave bruises anywhere except the face, and that he could injure him as much as he liked, just so long as he could perform the next night. Justin curled up in a ball as Troy reached down and grabbed him by the throat, pulling him back up to a kneeling position against the wall. With one hand he held Justin's throat, tight enough to restrict breathing but not enough to choke. His hands moved to Justin's hair, running his fingers through the fine gold locks before grabbing them tightly and ramming the boy's face against his crotch. "Pull my pants down and suck it, whore!"
Eagerly, Justin undid the belt and pulled down the trousers. He could feel the heat coming off Troy's cock and he removed the underwear to reveal a thick, long cock. Justin couldn't believe how big it was, at least nine or ten inches long and at least two inches thick. He wrapped his lips around it and started sucking on the head, getting used to the length. Troy had different ideas, and started face-fucking his mouth and pulling on his hair. Justin was in heaven. He could feel the head hit the back of his throat, and felt Troy's big, strong hands grab the back of his head and force his long fat dick down his throat. He couldn't breathe as his throat opened and was raped by Troy's mammoth piece. Troy moaned as he pulled back and let Justin breathe for a moment, his cock never leaving the boy's warm mouth, and then he rammed back down into his throat. Again and again Troy entered Justin's warm tight throat, choking and fucking him. Both men loved every second of it.
Troy left Justin to facefuck himself as he pulled off the rest of his clothes. He could feel Justin's hands pressing on his ass as he forced his mammoth piece down his little boy throat. Justin stopped as Troy removed his shirt and stared at the beautiful torso before him, the big muscular pecs and proud six-pack, with a black treasure trail leading from his belly button to his navel. Troy slapped him across the back of the head, hard, for stopping as he reached down to his pants and grabbed the belt. He wrapped this round Justin's throat and pulled him away from his cock, eliciting a moan from the teen star. "You like sucking my cock, you little whore?" Troy sneered at Justin as he pulled him up towards his face. Justin could only nod eagerly for lack of air. Troy walked over towards the coat rack that was bolted to the wall and fixed the belt to it, leaving Justin only able to breathe if he stood high on his toes.
Justin was feeling so turned on by this. Usually the guys Michael found were willing to fuck him but never usually took such a dominant and violent role. He loved the abuse and the submission to this strong, beautiful man but still felt a little fearful. Troy was standing before him naked, his big cock standing proud before him. Justin could feel the man's piercing green eyes staring at him, but knew better than to make eye contact. He reached up again to gain a deeper breath as Troy rushed forward and grabbed his shirt, ripping it off him. "Little sluts like you should be naked, right?!" he shouted at him.
"Ye- yes sir, pl- please strip me," Justin choked out through the belt as he felt the stud yank his pants and ripped underwear off him, revealing a flat, teenage torso, a nice tight ass and an averaged size dick, maybe 6 inches or so. Again, Troy stepped back and stared at him, making Justin squirm as much as the belt would allow. Troy left him there as he strode across the room to the black case in the corner, and unlocked it with the key provided to him by Michael. The top half lifted away and revealed all kinds of toys hiding in the bottom half, away from prying eyes. Dildos, handcuffs and butplugs were present by the dozen, but Troy noticed something better, and pulled out a police baton, about a foot and a half long and almost as thick as his own cock. He was grinning from ear to ear as he turned back to Justin, patting the baton against his hand.
Justin saw what Troy had picked out of the box, and almost came at the sight. His expression of joy turned to pain as Troy saw him staring and smacked his leg with the baton. "Keep your eyes lowered, bitch. You know your place, you little whore." He grabbed hold of the belt and pulled it off the hook, allowing Justin to collapse to the floor. He gave the baton to Justin and said "You had better get sucking bitch, otherwise you gonna be in big trouble," he laughed. He grabbed hold of Justin's rump and spun his ass away from the wall and into the air. Giving his fingers a quick lick, he grabbed Justin's tight butt cheeks and stretched them wide. His asshole puckered open as he did this, revealing the pink muscles inside. "Loose as a cunt, aren't you, you little slut?" Troy teased him as he slapped the boy's ass. Reaching his index fingers inside, he pulled Justin's asshole open. His boyhole opened wide, enough that Troy could fit his middle fingers too and stretch with two fingers on either side, pulling hard. Justin's moaning increased in pitch as the pain and pleasure from Troy's abuse washed over him. Troy blew hard down into Justin's wide open hole, sending a shiver through his body and eliciting another loud moan.
Troy pulled his fingers out of Justin's hole and slapped his ass again, this time harder. He slapped it twice more, each harder than the last as Justin begged him for more. He reached round and grabbed the baton off Justin, and saw it was glistening with boy spit. "Good little slut," he said, as he took the baton and hit the boy's ass with it. A smear of spit was left on the ass cheek.
"Thank you, sir," Justin moaned. "Please sir, fuck me sir," he continued as Troy rubbed the tip of the baton across his asshole. A spasm took hold of Justin's hole as he did so.
"You're going to get fucked slut," Troy teased as he slid the baton up Justin's asshole, "when I fucking feel like it bitch."
Justin started moaning as Troy slid the baton in and out of Justin's hole. Once he'd pushed about 5 inches of the baton inside, he started rotating it, opening Justin's hole wider. It was all he could do to stay up on his knees; Justin loved the feel of the baton rubbing inside him. Suddenly the baton was removed and Justin felt the unmistakeable thickness of Troy's cock enter him. It felt much thicker than the baton, and Troy quickly rammed it deep inside, raping him hard and fast as Justin moaned and Troy kept up a constant stream of insults, calling him a whore, slut, little bitch and cunt. Troy kept swapping his cock for the baton, abusing Justin's asshole by pushing it deep inside, and twisting and moving it violently. This constant abuse pushed Justin almost to orgasm, but when Troy saw him reach for his cock, he slapped him across the ribs, hard enough to leave a big red bruise. Troy then inserted the baton and pushed iy down towards the floor, leaving room for him to stick his thick cock inside Justin along with the baton. Justin screamed as he felt his asshole stretch beyond anything he had felt so far that evening as Troy raped him with cock and baton. The super thickness sent Justin over the edge, and he screamed and moaned into the carpet as he sprayed cum everywhere.
Troy kept the fucking up while Justin was cumming, but then pulled out, leaving the baton rammed deep inside Justin's hole. "Turn around, bitch," he said sternly. Justin was feeling weak and tired from the power of the orgasm he'd just had, but from the look on Troy's face he knew he wasn't finished. Troy crouched down, and grabbed Justin by the throat, bringing their eyes into contact. Justin felt trapped, as if those cold green eyes held his soul. "Who the fuck gave you permission to cum, you little whore?" he whispered in his face as his other hand flashed up and slapped him again across the face. "Lick it up off the floor," he ordered. Justin turned away and bent his head down, and began licking up his cum. Troy grabbed hold of the baton and began moving it slowly in circles, still deeply penetrating his insides. Justin almost passed out from the feel of it moving deep inside, but continued licking. "That's right, boy, keep licking," Troy sneered at him as he suddenly pulled the baton out of Justin's ass, making him moan loudly again. "Back up here, bitch," Troy continued once Justin had licked up his cum, "on your knees."
Justin turned back around and stood on his knees, his face so close to Troy's cock that he began salivating. He knew better than to start sucking without permission, but the waiting was driving him mad. Troy could see it on the boy's face, the hunger in Justin's eyes as he stared at his still erect cock. "Make me cum, you whore," he said when he couldn't contain himself any longer. Justin reached forward and started slurping on his cock again, moaning and smiling as he did so. Troy grabbed the back of Justin's head and pulled him over to the chair and sat down, the boy gagging on the cock the entire time. Once seated, Justin went at Troy's cock with gusto, jerking him in unison with his deep throating. Justin would start at the top, his fist just below his lips as he slid down Troy's length, until his fist reached the root of his dick and he started back up until only the head was in his mouth. Every couple of lengths Justin would grab Troy's balls and fondle them while he pushed the entire length down his throat until Justin's nose was deep in his pubes.
After many minutes of such pleasure, Troy knew he was close. He grabbed hold of Justin's hair and ordered him to suck on the head and stroke the length. Justin stroked fast and sucked hard as Troy moaned louder and louder. Just before he came, Troy pulled Justin off and held his face mere inches away as he sprayed his seed. Justin opened his mouth wide and caught some of Troy's delicious cum, but lots of it still coated his face and hair and began running down his skinny teenaged chest. Troy sat back, panting from the exertion, Justin's hair still in hand, while Justin used his tongue and fingers to scoop as much cum off his face as he could. Troy watched as he did this, and smiled, and let the boy suck his cock clean too.
"Thank you, sir," Justin said as he shuffled back, still on his knees as ordered, sounding happy and satisfied even with the big bruises on his ass, ribs and gut.
Troy just smirked at him as he stood up and began getting dressed. Justin stayed where he was, fully naked, with cum starting to dry in his golden blonde locks.
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