Story: Who Do You Love 5: You Get Off On That Justin? Author: Piper (opiperick@home.com) Genre: Celeb, Boybands (Nsync), FF, MM Rating: NC17 (FF Oral Anal Toys; M Mast) Disclaimer: Not suitable for minors or homophobes. Fiction is fantasy, therefore, so is this story.
Acknowledgements: In the quagmire of my writer's block these last two weeks, a beacon of hope reached me and made it all better. My beacon is Jrok. She asked me the following question:
//Am I wrong in assuming that the title, "Who Do You Love" refers to the fact that we all idolize these guys, but we really don't know WHO they are in reality? That, in fact, I could be adoring a voyeur, an exhibitionist, a guy who gets off with his dog, etc...?//
In all honesty, I had not intended the TITLE to reflect that, just the content of the story. You see, I had chapter one and chapter three written with an outline of four and five. Where was two? Well, chapter two is where things got all fouled up. The timeline, the plotline, my sanity... LOL Anyways, what I ended up writing for ch2 didn't work with what i had planned originally so I just kinda went balls to the wall and wrote three and four off the top of my head. The reason chapter five has been so hard is because of all the "trouble" ive gotten myself into by switching plot paths mid-story... One of the most crucial dilemmas for me has been the loss of connection between the story and its title. But when I read this question from Jrok, I realized that her assumption was correct, I just had never thought of the "You" in the title as the reader. She's fucking brilliant! That IS why I wanted to post this particular story with its 'shocking' fetishes. That IS the 'social-statement' I was trying to make in general. So big ups to Jrok for clearing the marijuana haze in my head long enough for me to catch a clue!
In honor of this revelation, I'm gonna FINISH "Who Do You Love" with this chapter, my original chapter three, and put this baby to rest. After a good long nap I might let it come out & play again but not until its had a makeover!
Now, gentle readers, I understand that WDYL won't win any "Easy-to-Follow" awards but please believe me, this chapter is another of Justin's 'Flashbacks' - a look into his life very soon before the day on and outside the bus in oakland. PLEASE remember that this chapter will seem VERY unrelated to the others. So consider it a vignette, an example of how little we really do know about them! Once you will read it you will understand why I couldn't really NOT add it to this story. Trust me, ok? Thanks!
************************************* WHO DO YOU LOVE 5: YOU GET OFF ON THAT JUSTIN? *************************************
<At Justin's>
"So, until you tell me who I'm covering for at the VMA's, I'm cutting you off sistah! You ain't getting no mo!"
"No! No!" She squealed into the phone. "You can't do that to me!"
Chuckles rumbled from deep within his chest. He really liked what puberty was doing to his voice, but in all honesty, was kinda glad it would soon be coming to an end (Puberty had been rough!)! But alas, that's another tale (or, more likely, a saga!) for another day. Right now, this tale was just beginning to unfold!
"Oh yes I can Britney. And you know I will too!"
"But Justin!"
Her protests were futile. Justin firmly held his ground.
"No 'buts' Brit," he insisted, "Either tell me who she is or you'll just have to wait and get all the juicy 'Justin & JC' gossip like everyone else does; from Entertainment Weekly and the Enquirer!"
If she could've seen the huge grin plastered on his famous face, she would've understood that he was only teasing he. Struggling to hold back laughter, Justin bit into the knuckles of his free hand. Then a tap on his shoulder startled him to attention. It was Chris.
"Who's on the phone?" he whispered. Justin attempted to reply silently, but I guess her name is a tough word to pick up lip reading. Chris' eyebrows scrunched together and his shoulders rose. Justin knew he wasn't getting it across to his friend but figured if he kept talking, Chris would figure it out eventually.
Instead, Chris just waved his hand in disregard and then proceeded to make funny charade-like gestures, hoping to indicate that he was going to go eat and that Justin should feel free to join him when he finished on the phone. Justin laughed and gave his goofy pal the thumbs up sign indicating that he understood. Chris nodded and smiled and waved goodbye as Justin returned his attentions to his cell phone.
Boy was it fun for him rattling his 'little princess.' Both of their Jive publicists had been working overtime recently, trying to imply that they're romantically linked. Ever since the two of them flung open their closet doors (well, the three of them, if you include Justy's Joshy), the suits have focused on little else besides shoving them back into their closets and throwing away the keys.
The upcoming VMA's were seen as a 'major-threat' to the blissful status quo and from the get-go, management had insisted that Britney and Justin continue to exploit the couple rumor. This would not be the first time she had acted as a stand-in for JC; they've been coupled for nearly a year now. Hell, they'd been in love with each other since the Mickey Mouse days. Back then, Britney was more aware of the destiny between them even tried to play match-maker. If the two of them hadn't been so stubborn and scared at the time, they would probably be approaching a 6-year dating anniversary, not their first.
Last year, when Britney came out to Justin, he came out to her as well. She surprised him by asking me if he had come out to Josh yet and, well, you know how the story goes!
Britney's love life had not been as simple as the coupling Josh and Justin shared. She had recently just gotten over a tumultuous summertime tryst with fellow teen Pop diva, Jessica Simpson. That ended for Brit when Jessica's 'boyfriend,' Drew Lachey of 98 Degrees, walked into one of Jessica's backstage dressing rooms hoping to surprise her with an un-planned visit and found the two beautiful young blondes climaxing violently while straddling each others faces, naked.
When Jessica ran after Drew to explain, Britney picked up her cell phone and dialed Justin's number. Bawling, she spelled out the lurid details. He told her to pack up her stuff and head back to Orlando. She could stay with him for a while, even help go house hunting for him and Josh since Josh would be tied up with production commitments most of the 'between-tours-break' time.
She quickly accepted and was picked up at the airport six and a half hours later. Then, after two weeks of pal-ing around Orlando, Britney returned home to Louisiana to catch up on some R&R before the next leg of her 'Oops.' tour.
Justin hadn't seen her for almost ten days and there was less than a week until the VMA's. Their rehearsal schedules for the VMA performances were keeping them all very busy. Today, management just wanted to make sure the OSI Factor ("off-stage-image") was high.
Wardrobe and accessories would be reviewed in two days. Arrival times, departure times, and a faux feeding frenzy were all to be blocked out tomorrow (that's like a media event rehearsal, when lots and lots of questions are thrown at them all at once!). Today, management wanted to secure the "dates" that would accompany each of them to the MTV super-event.
Justin didn't want to think about whom they were going to force JC to bring so instead he focused on Britney and the identity of her mystery lover.
"Justin," she reasoned, "It's not that I don't want you to know, it's just that she asked me not to tell anyone." Her southern accent was suddenly thick as she whispered, "An' I love 'er, so I gotta honor 'er request."
"Oh, you LOVE her now." Britney always giggled when Justin added dramatic flair to conversations. He's been making her laugh with the easiest trick in the book for nearly 10 years. So you think she would trust him with this.
"C'mon Brit! That's sweet and all, but seriously! You and Jessica have only been split up for a month! You really expect me to believe you've fallen in love with someone else so quickly?" He sighed heavily into the phone cradled in the nape of his neck. Britney could be a seriously high-maintenance friend.
"Well thanks a lot Justin." The hurt feelings were evident in the tone of her voice. He'd blown it. "Not everyone can have a destined romance like yourself."
If there was any possibility of her filling him in on the identity of this mystery lover, I bet he just eliminated it with that dumb-assed comment. Good goin Curly!
"Brit, I'm sorry."
Silence.
"Really, I am. That was such a stupid thing for me to say. I shouldn't talk to you like you're a kid Brit. It's just so hard sometimes. I still catch myself feelin like your 'big brother' and saying a bunch of protective over-bearing shit to you. Can you forgive me?"
This plead had sincerity. He knew it sounded that way because he actually was feeling that way! He was, in fact, truly sorry.
"I really am sorry Britney. I'll back off."
"BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP"
-pause-click-
"IF YOU'D LIKE TO MAKE A CALL, PLEASE HANG UP AND."
Justin didn't need to hear the rest of the recorded message. He just stared at the phone in my hand incredulously.
"The bitch hung up on me!"
<At Britney's>
"I can't believe you did that!"
"Believe it babe. And suck my cock while you're at it."
The enormous latex phallus swung so close to Britney's nose, she was sure it was going to smack into her. She reflexively backed away. A large calloused hand gripped the back of her neck and forcefully returned her to her place, kneeling before this goddess' dildo.
"But."
"No, buts! Suck it bitch! Suck it now!"
And she did. Britney's pouty lips parted as the 9" tube of imitation man-meat disappeared down her throat. Moans of pleasure filled her ears and egged her on, slobbering and panting, like a woman possessed.
So distracted was Britney, she hadn't noticed that her domineering lover had opened back up her cell phone, pressed the redial button, and pressed 'send.' It wasn't until Britney heard her ask for Justin that she started to pay attention.
"Justin?"
Her muscles tensed with curiosity. What was she thinking? Why was she calling him back? She was the one who hung up on him. What could be so important now? Britney's new thoughts slowed her motions and her blowjob began to wane. Her lover noticed.
"Now don't stop sucking babe. Keep it up."
Oh dear, did Justin hear that? Britney burned with embarrassment but knew her duty. She immediately returned to her fellatio and inwardly prayed that her Love wouldn't humiliate her more.
"Ah ha ha ha ha! Still can't figure out who I am, can ya Justin?" the sadistic bitch taunted into the phone. Never releasing her strong grip from behind Britney's head, she offered a hint, "You're speaking with Britney's master, Justin."
Her initially commanding voice now dripped syrupy sweet like honey over Justin's ears. And the words just spoken from her mystery mouth implied a situation that was way, way, way outside the realm of Justin's sexual understanding. He struggled with the right words to query her, "Yeah, alright, whatever. But just who ARE you? Really?"
Claiming what was rightfully hers, the woman resumed her commanding dominance, "Justin, you will address me as Master and you will only speak if asked to do so. Is that understood?" Justin's mouth dropped open but not a single sound escaped. "Justin?"
"Yes Master?"
The timid squeak pleased her. Her toes curled tightly, and she continued. "I decide when Britney talks on the phone. I decide whom it is she speaks with when she does. I'm also the one who decides what subjects she is allowed to discuss when she talks."
A fleeting itch of curiosity swept over him as he wondered what Britney might be doing that exact moment.
Was she listening to this? If so, how? Justin could only imagine. Britney: kneeling in cuffs or bent over grabbing her ankles? Or maybe tethered, spread-eagle, on a rubber-sheeted bed? "She must be in heaven!" Justin chuckled under his breath, knowing the seedier proclivities of his famous friend. Who was this dominatrix that was fulfilling Britney's darkest fantasy? WHO?
"My identity is NOT a permitted topic," the voice boomed in his ear. Was she reading his mind? Taken aback, Justin snorted into the phone just as her voice resumed at a much calmer, quite uncharacteristic tone, "I'm sorry, it's just not. Leave it at that Justin, ok?"
Britney was shocked. Had she ever witnessed her lover apologizing in the past? Had she ever apologized to anyone for anything? Britney couldn't recall.
So, with true submissive logic, she concluded that she herself must have done something terribly wrong for this to be happening. She was sure that her Love would never be so uncharacteristically weak if she had been being a good slave like she was supposed to be. It was evident to her that her master was quite upset. She feared her punishment. And prepared herself.
Don't get me wrong, the starry-eyed beauty continued her oral assault on that huge dildo. It was just that she knew the time was nearing for her pussy lips to do some swallowing of their own and wanted to ensure the proper lubrication.
Gently, Britney eased her kneeling thighs apart and snuck her right hand beneath the silky fabric of her pajama bottoms. Her finger stretched into the recesses of her curves, twirling hairs, twisting and teasing her clit, occasionally plunging deep into her heated pussy. Lubrication began to drip from her, ooze over her glowing skin, and string between her manicured fingers. Her heart rate skyrocketed as her breaths became pants, rushed and passionate.
Staring down at the beautiful face desperately trying to inhale and consume her strapped-on cock, she didn't wait for acceptance for her apology. She continued, "Whom do you love Britney?"
"Ymmfph Mssfhrg!"
"Who'd she say?" Justin was so gullible.
"DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO SPEAK JUSTIN?"
Oopsy. Justin fucked up. "No Master. You didn't. I'm sorry Master. It won't happen again."
"DAMN RIGHT IT WON'T!" bellowed the threat as Justin cowered into an oversized chair in his hotel room. He was glad that Chris had left. This would have been too embarrassing for him to do in front of one of the guys.
"IF YOUR DICK ISN'T ALREADY IN YOUR HAND, PUT IT THERE. NOW!"
Trembling, Justin unzipped his khaki pants and pulled his red boxerbriefs below his balls to prop up his hardening cock. Then he spit in his hand just before bringing it lovingly, lustily, to his awaiting shaft.
"Are you stroking your cock for Britney, Justin?"
"Yes Master." His grip tightened and the tugging intensified.
The relentless bitch asked again, "Whom do you love Britney? Take your trashy mouth off my cock and tell me. TELL ME!" And then more seductively, she adds, "Tell Justin."
Britney reluctantly separated from the great head she was giving to stand and look her female master nearly eye to eye. The cell phone was still tucked into her shoulder, she bellowed again, "TELL ME!"
Britney couldn't speak. Tears rolled over her cheeks and broken sobs escaped from deep in her throat. "I can't, please don't make me say it. Please Master, please? I can't. I just can't."
"Britney, you bitch! You CAN and you WILL! Now, one last time, whom do you love Britney?" The sadistic smile on the dominitrix's face was so wide it was nearly painful. She loved it.
"Still stroking over there Big Boy?" she exhaled into the phone. The whisper revived Britney's attention. "Now SAY IT BITCH!"
Trembling, her fingers still dug mercilessly between her legs, accurately timing the release of her answer with the release of her climax. Her middle finger focused on the rigid bump of her clitoris, whipping her into a frenzied state. Gasping, she applied the final pressure needed to disconnect from the plateau and fly screeching into the oblivion of orgasm.
"Justin I love you oh my god I love you so much oh fuck Justin fuck me oh oh oh fuck no Courtney no NO Courtney please im sorry Love I love you oh shit oh fuck I love you both I LOVE YOU BOTH oh im coming coming hard I love you oh fuck yeah fuck me!"
"You get off on that Justin?" Courtney Love snickered into the phone.
End:5/5
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