I do not know Justin Timberlake, nor do I know his sexual preferences. I am not sure that he is gay or straight, I'd like him to be gay, but hell, I don't get what I want most of the time. This is just a story. Take it as such.
So, you said you were going to be home this weekend, do you think you would be up for what we've been talking about?
I'm not sure, I'm still kind of nervous.
I know you are, but from what I've gotten out of our conversations, you've been ready for a long time. It's going to be a good time, I promise. My address is 114 Beachfront Drive, come to my house this Friday, at 4 p.m. I'll open the garage for you, pull in, and from there I'll let you know what to do.
I don't know?
I know you'll be there, and I'll talk to you then.
~user MastCory2003 has logged off~
Justin logged off himself and pushed in his chair. He stood up and walked out of his study and towards his kitchen. He was scared shitless, he was starting to regret ever checking out alt.com in the first place. He had thought it would be a good thing, he had always had domination fantasies, and he had read that the site was good to meet people. He had never thought it would go this far, he was just expecting a few conversations.
The first time he had logged in he went about checking the personal ads from guys in his area, he immediately was caught up in one, MastCory2003. The ad wasn't much different from the first few that he had read. It was a simple description of the man, whose name was Cory. What he wanted to do, and want he wanted from his partner. At the bottom of the page was an option to check out a link with Cory's picture. Justin decided to click on it, he wasn't expecting much, most pictures revealed that the guy was nothing more then an overweight bald man.
But when the picture popped up it was a giant surprise to Justin. Cory was, as he said probably 23, he was tall, 6'0 even just like his profile had said, not to mention how hot he was. Words couldn't describe how gorgeous he was, and from that point on Justin was hoping he could get a hold of this man. His first e-mail hadn't worked well, Cory simply replied back not what I want.
Justin was extremely disappointed, for a week he didn't even go back to the site. His own picture wasn't on the site, because obviously that would expose him as being a world famous singer, so most of the hits that he got were ones from old men. For some reason though, he finally got back on, only to see that he got a message from MastCory2003. He read it, and was shocked to see that the guy was interested in him, and he even said to talk to him on aol. So, Justin did just that, got on right away to find that MastCory2003 was on.
They talked for a while, mostly Cory telling Justin what he wanted, what he expected. After about two hours of conversation, Cory told Justin that he wanted to see a picture before they agreed to meet. Justin told him that he didn't have one, the reply he got back was one he didn't expect. Cory simply said that he knew he did, and that Justin would send it. Sure enough after five minutes of trying to sound honest that he had no picture, Justin sent a picture. Cory replied almost immediately after the picture. Once again it wasn't something Justin expected.
You're good looking Mr. Timberlake, I understand why you didn't send a picture earlier, but I was expecting one of you naked. See if you can get me one of your cock, and then one of your ass. I'm sure you can do that. That's when their first online conversation ended. Justin signed off, and thought for a while about what to do.
It took him only ten minutes to decide that he would take the pictures. He set up his digital camera and took a snap shot of himself naked, a frontal view. Then he bent over and took a picture of his ass. He was extremely embarrassed at this point though and at that point, also extremely nervous that he had sent his picture to almost a complete stranger, and that at any time it could end up in the tabloids that he was a gay submissive.
The next night he logged on again, this time with his pictures uploaded. Cory got on within an hour, and instantly asked to see them. Justin sent them, all embarrassment had left him, and now he was anxious to know what Cory thought of the pictures. Cory replied back that it was no surprise such a cute guy had such a bubble butt. Justin blushed, and Cory commented that he knew Justin was blushing, and from that point on, it was obvious that Justin was in the palm of Cory's hands.
It was now over two weeks later, and Justin had finally worked up the courage to let Cory know that he was in town. Which brings us to the conversation just had, in which Justin is now left worrying on what to do. It is Thursday, and he has just under twenty four hours before it will be 4 on Friday, the time he knows he will undoubtedly be at Cory's house.
Sighing he heads upstairs and into his bathroom. Slowly he slides out of his clothes, standing in just his boxers and running some hot water into his jacuzzi bath. He took out his shaving cream and then his razor. when the water was done running he pulled off his boxers and swung his legs into the water, sitting on the edge of the tub. He lathered up his pubic area, and began to shave. He usually kept himself pretty trimmed up, so he knew it wouldn't take long. After he finished he pulled the plug in the jacuzzi and moved onto his shower.
The water feels amazing on his body and lets it soothe his muscles. His mind is still racing with what he knows could happen at Cory's. Although he had known he was gay for a long time, he still holds onto his virginity, but he knows that will change, and for the first time, he begins to worry about how Cory is going to treat him. So far it has been all friendly, but they have talked about what it would be like in person. Cory wants to be called sir, Justin is to speak when spoken to, he is to serve Cory's whims, and he is to reply to any derogatory comment Cory uses to name him.
The ideas enticed Justin, he jacked off thing about him, he fingered himself most of the time in the shower since he and Cory had started talking, but now, it was a little more real, he knew they were going to be meeting very soon, and he couldn't bring himself to do either, instead he simply washed his body and dried off. He grabbed a bath robe and put it on. Heading towards his bedroom, he only meant to rest for a little while, but fell sound asleep.
When he woke up he found that it was 12 in the afternoon, he had slept for almost ten hours. He got up and checked his e-mails, not a single one, not even from Cory, so he knew that Cory was waiting for their encounter. He checked his voice mail, the usual message from his mom, one from Josh, and one from Chris. He checked them all and found nothing important that couldn't wait for another day, so instead he set about to try and figure out what he would wear for the night.
After an hour of searching he finally decided on a pair of tight jeans, and a wifebeater, figuring that would show off his body the best. He slid out of his bathrobe, and pulled on a pair of boxerbriefs, followed by the jeans. Next he pulled on the wife beater. With that done he slid out of the room to put on some deodorant and brush his teeth. He finished the two tasks quickly and walked out of his bathroom. It was now a little after one, and that meant he had about two hours or so to go.
He plopped in front of the tv and turned it on. Before he knew it, it was time for him to leave. He shut off his cell phone and put it in his pocket. He wanted it just to be on the safe side, but he didn't want to get any calls that would interrupt the night if everything was going well. He grabbed his keys and walked out of the house, locking the door behind him.
By the time he pulled onto Cory's street he was beginning to have second feelings. His stomach was churning, and he was extremely nervous. He thought about passing the house, but he knew that he had to show, he wanted to, and Cory knew who he was anyways, this was what he wanted though, so he pulled into the parking lot, the garage door opened, and he pulled in.
The door shut behind him and he stepped out of the car. He headed towards the door that probably led into the house, and it opened before he got there.
"Hello slave, take off your shirt and jeans, then come in." The door shut at that, Justin barely had a chance to even see who the person was that addressed him, he got the slightly glimpse and realized that it was Cory, Cory in nothing but a pair of boxers. For som reason Justin did as he was asked, he stripped to his boxerbriefs and opened the door.
It was relatively dark in the hallway he was now in, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and instinctively followed the hand that guided him. He ended up going up a flight of stairs and into a room that he assumed was a bedroom. When the lights came on, he was surprised to see that it was extremely large for a bedroom, although he was happy to see Cory standing in front of him.
"Welcome to my house, pussy, this is the room you will get acquainted with tonight, this is where I do my work with subs, my play room." Cory finished as Justin looked around the room to realize it had a lot of sex toys, a bed with chains, and many other kinky things.
"I'm not..." Justin was cut off by a quick slap to the ass that almost knocked him over in surprise. Cory frowned at him as he adjusted his position.
"I didn't give you permission to speak you little boypussy, we went over that. Now you have to be punished go bend over that table, you need a spanking." Justin didn't know why he responded, but without another word he was bent over the table, and with that step he had sealed his face as Cory's slave. At this point that wasn't even a thought in his head, he only wished to fix the issue he had made, and get back to making Cory happy.
Cory was their just as fast, with a large paddle that made Justin gulp with a small amount of fear. The first smack was harsh, and they only got harsher, by the tenth one Justin was crying as the paddle hit the floor, but he hadn't spoken a word during the whole ordeal.
"Good, I'm sorry it came to that, but I have to train you quick. now, let's head over to the bed." Justin followed, wincing as he walked, when he got to the bed, Cory immediately pushed him down and strapped him in with the chains as he tried to kick. "This is phase one, lets see how well you do with some torture."
Justin watched and squirmed as Cory left the bed and headed around his room, grabbing a feather duster, whip, and a bucket of ice as he walked. When he came back he sat down beside Justin and forced his finger into a waiting mouth. "Suck on my finger until I'm pleased with the job your doing."
Justin eagerly did as he was told, sucking on the finger, as Cory twisted and pinched his erect nipples. He was noticing that he was getting a huge erection from the ordeal, and he suddenly felt it hit the air as Cory ripped off his boxer briefs. They hit the floor, torn in half almost, Justin didn't even mind though, he continued sucking as another finger was inserted into his mouth.
He was so entranced by the task at hand, that it was a complete shock when he felt cold metal trap around his cock, and when the clink of metal on metal shutting he was startled, but the fingers in his mouth let him do very little talking.
"That's a cock cage, if you were wondering, I own everything about you slave, including when you cum, and that cage ensures it. You're already losing your erection, and you won't get it back til I free you, and first I have to ensure that you are completely dominated."
Justin felt the chains on his arms and legs come undown and with in seconds he was picked up into the air, he stood planted against the wall, as the two figners that his mouth had lubed up, roughing pushed into him. He barreled down into the wall, panting from the pain, but soon the pleasure took over as the fingers plowed into his prostate.
"Usually I make my boy pussies suck my cock first, beg for it, but I know you want this badly, so I'm gonna fuck you right here." Cory pulled his fingers out, and within a second his 8 inch dick was plowing into Justin's tight virgin ass, popping his cherry and earning a low guttural moan from Justin. Justin's cock was aching, but it couldn't get hard because of the barrier, so Cory continued to fuck him up against the wall showing no signs of losing his own erection or shooting a load in the near future.
Instead he flipped Justin around, and picked him up, planting a kiss on the singer's face, controlling it with his tongue. Justin was now face to face with him, as he was lifted from his feet and brougth back down on the cock that was fucking him. Cory fucked him as he held him in the air, driving in and out of him without yielding.
"Oh fuck, fuck me please Master, please." Justin begged as he bobbed up and down on Cory's cock, Cory held him tightly in place, and Justin found that the easier thing for him to do was hold onto Cory's neck, and nuzzle in for the best experience of his life.
"That's right you fucking slut, beg your fucking master to plow your tight ass. I'm about to give you a big present baby." With that Cory shoved Justin on the bed, and plowed into him one last time before he shot a huge load in his ass, most of remaining inside as he pulled out, but some of it dripping out of his asshole.
Silently he unclapsed Justin's cock cage. "You can jack off now." Justin didn't have to be told twice, within seconds he was beating away at his cock, he came within minutes, cum shooting every where.Justin sighed and leaned back on the bed, Cory grabbed something from under the bed and snapped it around Justin's neck, It was a choker, the front was a tag, that read boypussy, the back was a lock. Justin didn't have any intent to take it off though.
"I wanna tell you that you did pretty good for a first timer. You should also know that I have video cameras in every corner of the room, I keep it for personal reasons, and also a way to keep my slaves coming back. I don't think that will be a problem now, losing you that is. So I'm gonna play back the video of tonight, and in the meantine you can talk to me without me saying so." Cory replied, as he grabbed a remote and a plasma flat screen tv came down on the far wall.
Justin watched as Cory spanked him, he watched himself get an erection as he was sucking Cory's fingers, he watched his thrills as Cory fucked him, when the video subsided he didn't know what to say.
"So, let me ask Justin, how many famous guys have you done stuff with?" Cory asked, as he stood up and walked over to a table as he waited for an answer.
"I have only given a few friends head, Nelly, he well, he's a tough guy, and um, Lance, and Wade, my choreographer." Justin replied, as he rubbed the choker on his neck.
Cory returend to the bed, with a butt plug about the size of his cock. "Bend over Justin." Justin did as he was told, and Cory slid in the butt plug fastening it tight. Justin maoned pleasurably, and sat back up. "You'll keep that in at all times, take it out to use the bathroom, but that is all, unless of course I am fucking you. As for the choker, it's kind of hard to hide, which is why I put it on you. Do your best to keep it concealed, I don't know what people would think if they saw it."
Cory laughed.
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