Lesson Three: The Loss of Self Identity
It felt very early in the morning the next time Justin came down to see Taylor in a pair of purple leather shorts. However, Taylor no longer knew what time it was or even the day. Justin did not say anything as he opened the cage and went over to change Taylor. After a fresh diaper, Taylor sat up and asked, "Are you okay, Master Bieber?"
"I'm just in the process of writing a new song, my boy."
"Can I hear it, Sir?" Taylor suddenly felt eager.
"No."
Taylor frowned.
"It is time for a bit more training." Justin yanked Taylor down from the table. He took him to the other side of the room passed the stairway. Taylor had never known there was an area over there. It was only big enough for a chair. Justin sat him down in it and strapped his arms and legs into the unmovable chair. Taylor didn't fight against it.
Justin went around the corner for a moment and came back with a black velvet bag with a pullstring. He put it down and opened the diaper back up. He grabbed the bag and pulled out a plastic decive Taylor was unfamiliar with. Justin pulled the ring part around Taylors cock and balls. It didn't restrict the bloodflow. Then, he connected the plastic parts he slid over Taylor's cock with the ring. It had a few holes in it around his tip. "C is for Chastity. This will keep you from being able to get too excited without pain." It was a perfect fit for Taylor's limp cock, making Taylor afraid to get hard. Justin put a lock on the connecting part of the tube to the ring.
The new development frightened Taylor a lot. He was afraid to get excited. He was even more dependent on Justin so long as he had a key Taylor needed.
"Who are you?" Justin asked suddenly. It seemed an odd and random question.
Even as he said "Taylor" he knew he was falling into a trap.
Justin reached in the bag and pulled out a clip. He applied it to Taylor's nipple. Instant pain rushed from it to Taylor's mind. He grunted.
"Who was your favorite co-star?"
"Do I have to answer, Sir?"
Justin clipped Taylor's other nipple.
Taylor groaned. "Are there any correct answers.
"When you find them."
Justin continued to ask Taylor questions. Clips were added to his balls, ears, and finally his lips were pinned shut.
Taylor was left alone without a word. His mind raced, wondering how he could have answered to not get in his painful mess. Every question had been about something in his life. Perhaps Justin was giving him the lesson without telling him what is was.
A projector above Taylor turned on and lit the wall across from him. A youtube video came up. It started to play. "Still no news on Taylor Lautner's whereabouts after the note he left in his house. He must have been serious about taking a break from it all. We will miss you until you return, Taylor."
What was the note? Had he really written it?
The projection changed to a picture of the note. It was clearly in Taylor's handwriting. How was it even possible, though? It had been something Taylor had thought about doing. How had Bieber convinced him to do this?
A slideshow of Justin Bieber pictures with messages start to show in the wall. The first one said "Desire this!" with a picture of Justin holding onto the collar of his jacket. The second said "Worship this!" with the picture of when Justin was shirtless in the hospital, reminding Taylor of the fact that Justin had learned something in there that he had used against him. The third said "This is your Master" and had a picture of Justin in a red shirt, looking very cute and innocent
"You are ironic now?" Taylor asked aloud.
The last picture was a picture of Justin shirtless and sweaty at a concert. It told Taylor that he was no longer a person, but rather a slave to Master Bieber. It was the note that told Taylor what he had done wrong. He was no longer aloud to be himself. He only belonged to Justin now.
Justin came back downstairs with a cup of water, scissors, a razor, and shaving cream. So many questions were on the tip of Taylor's tongue, but he didn't dare as a single one. The Justin Bieber slide show continued as Justin squirted the shaving cream into his hand. He spread it over Taylor's chest. The cream was cold against Taylor's skin, making him squirm a little.
Removing the clip on Taylor's mouth, Justin asked, "Who are you?"
"Nobody, Sir."
Justin took a clip off Taylor's balls. "And?"
"Your slave, Sir," Taylor's voice droned.
Justin took another clip off Taylor's balls. The pain started to ease. But, his balls were starting to feel a bit numb at the same time.
The razor slid up Taylor's stomach and chest. Justin sloshed it around in the water. It took another stripe. Somehow, the feeling was the second best to when Justin washed Taylor's hair. It was way better than being waxed. Justin moved the clips around as he shaved around Taylor's nipples. It caused Taylor to groan.
After Taylor's chest and stomach were cleared of hair, Justin started to cut Taylor's pubes. Taylor watched helplessly as his pubes became a short, stubble over his cock took place of the hairy mess he once had. His manhood was quickly disappearing as Justin asked him questions and removed all the clips from his balls. Then, Justin rubbed more shaving cream on Taylor. His balls and above his chastity-clad cock this time. Taylor sat very still as Justin slowly shaved him, afraid he might cut him. Taylor prayed that wouldn't happen. Justin was careful with Taylor and didn't cut him.
Taylor's legs were next. He was ready to protest. That was just too much. But he kept quiet, knowing that there were too many ways Master Bieber could torture him now.
"If you could have one wish, what would it be, slave?" Justin asked as he slid the razor up Taylor's shin.
"To give my master a little bit of pleasure," Taylor answered and found he was really feeling that he truly wanted that, still thinking about his desire to kiss and lick Justin's torso.
Justin continued to shave his legs. After one was completely shaved, he looked up. "How would you do that?"
"Any way you asked me to, but I really want to kiss your body."
The light-brown-headed boy moved to the other leg and started cleaning it of its hair. "I think that can be arranged. You have been pretty good today and have learned today's lesson."
"Thank you, Sir."
After Justin finished, he left the room with everything he had brought down with him. Taylor felt a bit relieved because he still had his armpit hair and the hair on his head.
Justin returned with a small container. "When I set you free, you need to stay here until I tell you to come over to the futon, understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
Taylor realized that it was the first big test Master Bieber was putting him through. He was suddenly free and could have jumped up and left if he wanted to. But, his desire to taste Master Bieber's skin was almost too overwhelming for him to not run over as soon as he told him he was ready.
"Come on, boy."
Taylor rushed over to his master. There were about ten pieces of sushi spread across Justin's body. One on his neck. One on each of his nipples. One on each of his v-lines. One on the center of his chest. Three lining down his abs. And the last one was right at the band of his purple leather shorts.
"May I, Sir?"
"Yes."
Taylor sat up on his knees and took the first one off of Justin's neck. After he ate it, he licked across Justin's neck. He moved down and took the one from the center of Justin's chest, really making his lips scrape across Justin's body. He moved down the line of his abs. Taylor moved back up and took off of Justin's nipples. He sucked on each for a little bit of time before he moved back down, leaving them both completely hard and even tinier than they were before.
Taylor took his time on Justin's v-lines, really licking the groove they made. He kissed up and down them. Justin's breath started to speed up. Taylor moved his head to the last piece over Justin's shorts. He took it and chewed it slowly as he looked up at his Master, not quite looking him in the eyes.
"If you can get them down with your teeth, you can get a taste."
Taylor grabbed onto the leather with his teeth and yanked it down as hard as he could. Justin moved his hips up a bit so that the shorts would slide down his thighs. Justin's hard cock popped out and slapped against his body. His pubes were trimmed up. Taylor leaned over and licked from the base of Justin's cock up seven inches to the tip. It was as wide as Taylor's tongue. He paid careful attention to the bottom side of the tip of Justin's cock. His master moaned softly. Taylor was actually pleasing his master. It started to excite him, but pain quickly made him go soft again. The pressure of the chastity device hurt without much excitement.
Licking the piss slit, Taylor was able to put the whole thing in his mouth when it popped up enough. Taylor hungrily sucked on the head, sliding his tongue all over Justin's head. Justin's breath was even faster as his body pulled up. He grabbed Taylor's head and shot huge streams of jizz into his mouth. Taylor quickly swallowed it down, knowing it was what Justin was wanting him to do.
"Oh shit. You're a bit too good at that, boy."
Taylor smiled as a bit of cum dribbled down his jaw.
Justin grabbed a pillow and blanket and spread out on the futon. He removed his shorts and got under the blanket. "You sleep down there." Justin pointed to the floor.
"I understand, Sir." Taylor couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Even though it felt early to be going to sleep, Taylor lied down on the leather shorts and drifted off.