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  • Justin Bieber

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    616
The rest of that weekend was spent having hands down the best sex I’d ever had. It seemed like we did little else but fuck all weekend. And it was everywhere. Obviously, the living room overlooking the beach (you already know about that). His bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, balcony. If it was possible, we did it. But such is life and I had to go back to LA. I can’t say that I wasn’t tempted to stay in Hawaii, I definitely was, but I have too many strings in LA and it was time to go back. Besides, I assured Jay I’d come back and visit as soon as I could.

I got off the plane looking about as ragged as you’d expect. Yellow t-shirt, pink shorts, sunglasses, mask, and tennis shoes. Typical airline wear for me these days. As I rode the escalator down to baggage I saw Jack standing there looking up. Mask or no mask I would recognize him anywhere. He was wearing a white tshirt with red writing that I couldn’t quite make out what it said and a pair of really dark blue jeans. I got to the bottom of the escalator when Jack approached me. “Welcome back.” He said. “I don’t remember you saying you were gonna pick me up.” I replied, clearly confused. Jack explained “I knew your flight number and was in the area anyway. Thought I’d help you out. If you got someone else coming or want an Uber…” I interrupted him, “No, no. I appreciate it. I just didn’t expect you is all.” I walked over to the baggage carousel as he followed me close behind me.

I looked around the carousel and, unsurprisingly, there really weren’t many people traveling. Since the pandemic, airports seemed deserted. I kept watch at the carousel which never seemed to move. I looked around a bit and then motioned to Jack, “Let’s go over there and wait.” We walked over to a bench area near a set of bathrooms. Instead of going toward the bench I went toward the restroom. I heard Jack, “I’ll be right here.” I turned to him at the entrance of the bathroom and nodded my head as if to say come in here. Jack saw and followed me in as I lowered my mask in the restroom. Jack looked lost. “What’s up?” he asked. I went inside the last stall, the big one. “I want that dick.” I told him matter-of-factly. “What here? Now?!” Jack seemed shocked. I nodded my head up and down and despite any misgivings he may have had, he followed me inside. I locked the door behind him as he stood nearer the toilet. Jack removed the mask from his face and put it in his pocket. “For real?” he asked. I didn’t even want to dignify it with a response. I closed the space between us and by his shirt pulled him to the wall dividing us from the next stall. I got my face close to his and ran my hand down the front of his pants. I could feel his warm cock, soft as it may be. Taken by surprise no doubt. “It was a long flight and I want it.” I said. I slid down his front and got on my knees, the tile cold against my skin.


I reached up, unbuttoned the button on his pants, and pulled those and his boxers down in one motion. No sooner had I gotten his pants around his ankles did I have his soft cock in my mouth. As it turns out, I really enjoy sucking a soft cock and making it hard. Feeling the whole cock engorge in my mouth and throat. For some reason, that had become a huge turn on for me. It didn’t take long though before I had Jack’s cock at attention. It had been so long since I had his cock that it felt new, but familiar. I bobbed my head up and down his veiny shaft as I pulled gently on his heavy nuts. My spit ran down his cock and off his nuts and made a small pool underneath me. Jack moaned quietly as he ran his hand through my hair. I pulled back some and started focusing on the head of his cock while I slowly stroked the rest. I glanced up and could tell Jack was in heaven. His head tilted back and mouth cocked in a grin.


While I was staring up at Jack I heard footsteps. I could feel Jack tense up and he suddenly wanted me to get up. I resisted him. I looked up at him, my face covered in spit, and brought my index finger to my lips. Silently telling him to just be quiet. I quietly wrapped my lips around his cock and continued with my business. Only now, moving much slower and trying to be as quiet as possible. I slid up and down his cock deliberately now. No wasted motions. No excessive noise. Just his cock, my lips and tongue. That was all. I kept my eyes open watching under the stall for the man to leave. I moved up the entirety of Jack’s cock. Going from the delicious tip all the way to the base where I’d bury my nose in his trimmed pubes for a moment and return to the tip. I put a hand on each of his thighs. I could feel him quiver. His legs, like any man’s I’d learned, shake and tremble with anticipation as they near giving you their load. I could sense Jack looking down at me and alerting me that he was gonna bust, but I was focused. One on pleasing this stud and two on making sure it was silent. I felt Jack’s cock pulse in my mouth before he ever started erupting and I was prepared when he started to feed me. I kept my mouth moving, now even slower than before. Keeping my eyes fixed on the shoes of the man at the urinal. Jack yanked my hair hard, a sign I took it, that he was trying to keep in his impulse to moan. As Jack completed feeding me and I had collected his entire load into my mouth I quietly stood back up and looked into his eyes. His face was flushed, but his eyes told me how grateful he was. I opened my mouth and showed him the massive nut he’d just given me. He grinned. He stuck his index finger inside my mouth as I wrapped my lips around it and swallowed his load. I heard the man outside move to the sink and wash his hands before drying them off and leaving. I reached down and slowly stroked Jack’s cock as I stared at him. “Miss me?” I asked playfully. Jack nodded, “you have no idea.”

Jack grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me in close to him. He brought our lips together and reached his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues mixed as he undoubtedly could taste the remnants of his seed still etched into my tongue. I felt him slide his hand down the back of my shorts inside my boxer briefs. As he made out with me he ran his hand between my cheeks and ran his middle finger against my hole. I couldn’t help but grin as he touched me. He noticed. “You like that?” he asked. I laughed gently, “yea.” Was all I said. He pulled my lips back to his and continued kissing me deeply as his finger poked around my hole. He quickly pulled his hand from my pants and stuck his middle finger in his mouth and then pulled it out and pulled my face back to his. He slid his hand down my pants again and this time used that spit to help slide his finger inside me. I moaned quietly as he pushed his finger deeper and deeper up into me.

Everything about Jack was arousing to me. His eyes, his lips, his body, especially that package he had, but maybe more so than anything physical was the way he commanded every situation. I never had to wonder what my role with him was. He always had a way of telling me without telling me explicitly. I knew I was his. I knew in my bones that my mouth and my ass and my dick belonged to him and that regardless of how many partners I ever had I would always come back to him. And as his finger moved in and out of my tight hole and his tongue was in my mouth I understood what power he had over me and that I would do whatever I could to please him.

I felt Jack’s hand move from my ass around to the front. He grabbed my hard cock that was pressed up firmly against the waistband of my underwear. He stroked me slowly as we continued making out. His hand could glide over my cock with ease given how much pre cum I’d already unloaded. I moaned in his mouth as he stroked my dick. He gently pulled his hand from my pants and unbuttoned them, letting them fall to the tile floor. He pulled his lips away from mine and gave me a sly grin. He knelt down on the floor and slid his hands into the waistband of my underwear, gently, slowly pulling them down my thighs to my calves. My cock jumped out, hard as ever. What he did next was not what I was expecting. He leaned in and licked the head of my cock. Tasting my pre-cum while it was fresh. I looked down in amazement. “Are you gonna…” I started. This time Jack lifted his index finger to his lips, smiling, saying shhh. Then he wrapped his lips around the head of my cock and ran his tongue over the head. I could feel his warm mouth working his was down my shaft. Slowly, methodically moving. His pace unwavering until he had my cock covered in his spit. He reached up and grabbed the base of my wet cock and made his hand meet his lips as he moved over my dick.



Whether he was actually good at sucking dick or not (he was) wasn’t what was so surprising here. It was the fact that it was Jack. On his knees. Sucking MY cock and not the other way around that was so mesmerizing. As I looked down and watched this bronzed god suck on me in an airport restroom I couldn’t help but think how lucky I was to be there. I lifted my yellow shirt above my navel and as I did Jack ran his hand up my pelvis to my abs. His hand felt so good against my toned skin. He pulled his hand back down and between my legs and I could feel his finger again pushing into my hole. I looked up at the ceiling, my mouth open, licking my lips. Softly I moaned out, “Fuuuck, Jack. Make me cum…”

Jack stopped what he was doing almost immediately and as soon as he did I came out of what can only be described as my pleasure trance. He stood up, his white shirt covering his perfect body. “No problem.” He said. He grabbed me by my shoulders and turned me around. He put his hand on my back and made me bend at the waist, holding myself up with my forearms against the cold wall. I heard him spit in his hand. I knew what was coming. And I honestly couldn’t wait. Jack placed the head of his cock on my hole and started pushing in slowly, not like he had before. He pushed himself inside me like he cared, Like he wanted me to enjoy it. And I did. Every thick, mesmerizing inch.

Jack put both hands on my shoulders as he started to fuck me. The feeling of his hands grabbing me as he thrust himself deep in my guts was overwhelming. I could feel my head rock with every thrust of his hips. My hair falling into my face, I could feel our bodies in sync. I moaned out for him, “aahhhh..ffuuuuckkk…Jaaackkkk” between thrusts. I could feel his balls slapping against my perky ass. The distinctive plop plop plop sound of his balls and thighs against my ass echoing in the bathroom. I buried my face in my arms. Enjoying every crushing thrust the stud would pump into me. He was giving me exactly what I needed in this moment. I felt one hand leave a shoulder and grab the bottom of my shirt behind me. Gripping it tightly around his hand and pulling my ass against his cock harder. Each thrust more and more aggressive, more punishing, deeper. I felt myself get to the edge and I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. Jack was too good. I started blasting ropes of cum against the wall. As I moaned and finished my nut, I felt Jack pull out, moaning quietly, and start unleashing a load across my back. He sprayed a couple ropes on me before pushing his cock back inside my hole and gently riding out his orgasm inside me. Jack leaned his body against mine. My chest now pushed against the wall, he was still grinding my ass with his softening dick. “Like I said, you were missed more than you know.”

I reached down to grab my shorts and he pulled up his pants. I fixed and situated myself with my back to Jack and as I turned around he met me with the deepest, softest, most passion-filled kiss I’ve ever experienced. He broke off the kiss after a few seconds. He looked at me. “I’m not sure I want you doing this anymore, Cam.” My jaw dropped a little. What was he saying? He’s the one that got me started in this world after all. “Let’s go home.” He said. He opened the door of the stall and I followed behind him. I could feel that Jack had squirted cum all the way up my back and some was on my shirt. Maybe he’s marking his territory, I thought.
 

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i think the writer should keep it to realistic people that Cameron would know

In fairness, though, the premise isn't that Cameron is hooking up with friends. It's that he's being prostituted out, so any celebrity who can afford his services (or wins a poker bet against his pimp, etc.) could plausibly be included, even if there's no reason for Cameron to have previously met them.
 
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In fairness, though, the premise isn't that Cameron is hooking up with friends. It's that he's being prostituted out, so any celebrity who can afford his services (or wins a poker bet against his pimp, etc.) could plausibly be included, even if there's no reason for Cameron to have previously met them.
yea, but shouldn't they at least know jack?
 
The ride back home was quiet. Almost an eerie type of quiet. Jack drove us and had the radio on, but it was turned down. You could barely make out it was Justin Bieber playing. His music sounded different to me ever since he fucked me. Not any better or worse really. I just couldn’t hear it anymore without being transported back to that music studio and how he fucked me like I was nothing more than a common whore. Completely different than the way I’d been fucked recently. Especially by Jack. And what was with the “I don’t want you doing this anymore” thing? Jack’s the reason I was doing any of this to begin with! I turned my head to look at Jack. I could tell his jaw was clenched. He wouldn’t return my glances. Like he was thinking, or trying to ignore me, something. I couldn’t quite tell which.

As we pulled into his driveway I tried to break the silence. “Jack, I….” He shook his head side to side, “Don’t.” Jack said. “Just don’t.” I looked down at my shoes. We sat in the driveway for a few more seconds before Jack spoke up. “You should go inside. You have a client.” I turned my head to him sharply. “What?! You just said I shouldn’t be doing this anymore! I thought you…” Jack cut me off abruptly. “You thought I what? What were you thinking exactly? I’m still fucked up from last night! Get in there and do your fucking job!”

I grabbed my things and jumped out of the car. “Fuck you, dude! Seriously, fuck you!” I slammed the door on the Range as Jack put it in reverse and went back down the driveway and up the street disappearing in the distance. I stood in the driveway with only my backpack from the plane. My yellow shirt still cum stained on the back from the load Jack had given me less than an hour ago. How could so much change in such a small window of time in which no words were exchanged? He had just been inside me, pounding my guts, blowing his load and telling me I shouldn’t be doing this anymore and then drops me off for an appointment? Guess I’ll make the best of it.

I walked up the path leading to the front door of Jack’s place. It was unlocked so I let myself inside. “Well, well, well. Bout time you showed up.” Austin Mahone raised himself off the couch. It had been a while since I last saw him, but he was recognizable enough. I’d always thought of him as more of a tagger on than anything and he’d basically proven me right. But who was I to talk? I’m now a whore. “Austin, long time no see, man!” I walked over to him in the living room. And just then, it was like time had shifted. I hadn’t quite pulled it all together, but Austin had smacked the fuck out of me. I fell to the floor and tried to gather myself. Before I had the chance to protest Austin leaned down and smacked me again. I had the unfortunate circumstance of fully realizing it this time. “You’re a faggot now, huh? Austin growled. “Taking dick for money? Imma get my money’s worth.”

Austin pulled the white wife beater he had on over his head and threw it across the room. He pulled his red gym shorts down and then his black Nike Pro compression shorts exposing himself fully. What his dick lacked in length it seemed to make up for in girth. Austin stalked me the way a lion would its prey. He grabbed me by my hair and forced his dick in my mouth. I struggled briefly to wrap my lips around his cock which only seemed to anger him more. He smacked me again. Not hard enough to knock me off balance again, but enough to make sure I understood he meant business. I relaxed my jaw and opened wider. Austin took full advantage. By my hair, he pulled my mouth down to the base of his cock and he rocked himself back and forth in my throat. I could hear him above me, snarling, ridiculing me. “That’s it you dumb MAGCON cunt! Suck my dick!” To be honest there really wasn’t much sucking going on. Austin was skull fucking me relentlessly. I reached up and pressed against his thighs, but the more I resisted the more he forced himself down my throat. Occasionally, before he thought I’d pass out due to lack of oxygen he’d pull his fat dick from my mouth and smack my face with it. “Yeaaa, you fucking love being my faggot, don’t you?” I didn’t reply. Austin bent down in my face and screamed. “DON’T YOU?!” I closed my eyes when he yelled and then opened them, ‘Yea.” I said sheepishly. Austin stood back up. “Yea? YEA? IT’S YES SIR, FAGGOT!!”

Austin yanked me up by my shirt. And threw me face down on the couch. I felt him reach for my shorts and yank them down my legs. He spread my ass open and I could tell he was looking at my hole. “Look at this!! You’ve already been used!!” Without saying another word he slammed his cock in me full force. Before escorting, I would have thought that after you’ve been fucked once, it doesn’t ever really hurt anymore. That wasn’t true. And Austin seemed to like that it hurt me. It hurt so incredibly bad I yelped like an injured dog. “OWWWW NOO!!” Austin reached around from the back and pulled my head up by my hair and put a hand over my mouth. “DON’T…YOU…EVER..TELL…..ME..NO” He said between deep punishing thrusts. He was ripping me open. I could feel it. I tried to wriggle away as best I could but he’d left my shorts around my ankles as he fucked me and it seemed to restrict my movement. So, Austin pounded my hole unabated. He was thrusting in me so hard I thought surely the neighbors could hear it. It was like someone with a sledgehammer slamming away at an object until they had fully destroyed it. Austin continued his relentless fucking until I felt him nut in my hole. I could feel his load spread inside me and he made sure I knew it. “LITTLE FAGGOT BITCH LOVES IT WHEN A MAN SEEDS HIS HOLE!!” He seemed to get off on calling me a faggot. He said it over and over. It was like it was my name to him.

I laid there motionless on the couch. My face flat against the cushions. I could feel my warm breath sink in the fabric as I tried to collect myself. Austin was on the opposite side of me so I couldn’t see him, but I imagined he was getting his clothes back on to leave since I could hear him picking up his clothes. I just laid as still as I could hoping he’d just leave without saying anything. But I heard him walking back toward me and then he grabbed my hair again turning my face toward him. His dick was still rock hard, covered in cum and his body glistening in sweat. “Get up, faggot!” he commanded as he lifted me off the couch by my hair. As he lifted me, I tried to reason with him, “Look, man. This isn’t the kind of thing I do. You’re hurting me.” He kept pushing me down the hall until we got to Jack’s room where he shoved me to the ground. “I’m hurting you? You think I care?” Austin bent down to get closer to me. I tried to back away. Austin spoke in a low voice, “You’re mine, faggot. I paid for you. I don’t care how anyone else has treated you. This is my show now.”

Austin stood up and took his phone over to a chest of drawers that sat beneath a big screen television that was mounted on the wall. He had a small mount and fixed it atop the dresser. He then went over to the bathroom and disappeared for a moment. I thought about running, but I knew if I did he was likely to catch me and even if I got away it might ruin the business I’d just started. When he reemerged from the bathroom I knew I’d made a mistake. Austin had gone into the bathroom and into Jack’s closet and returned with some belts and some waist ties to a couple of Jack’s robes. I raised my hand as he approached me, “Austin. Please. Listen to me.” Austin raised a hand and thunderously brought a leather belt down against the skin of my thigh. The sound reverberated off the walls in the room. A welt immediately began to form. “AUSTIN! PLEASE!!” I begged as I raised my hands in an attempt to prevent him from hitting me again.

Austin snarled at me. “Do as I say and I won’t have to discipline you.” My eyes widened and I agreed. Anything to make him stop what he was doing. I nodded my head up and down, “Yea! Sure. Whatever you want man. Please.” He motioned for me to turn around. As I turned he grabbed my arms and placed them behind me where he tied them together tightly. It felt tight enough that I may lose circulation, but I knew better than to complain at this point. He turned me around to face him and sat me down on the floor at the foot of the bed. Austin began wrapping another of the belts he found around my ankles again so tight my toes began to tingle. Then he pulled me closer to him. I was laying on my back, arms restrained behind me. Not the most comfortable position. Then Austin walked above my head and raised his foot. I flinched out of caution, I suppose. He laughed. “You think I’m just gonna stomp a face as pretty as yours? Nah. I got other plans for you.” With that Austin put his foot against my face. What was he doing? I really didn’t know. I’d never done anything with feet before. “Stick that tongue out, faggot.” Austin said. I did and he ran his foot over my tongue. From the heel to the tip of his toes. I could see him jerking his dick above me as I licked. His toes were salty as he put them in my mouth, but I could tell he was enjoying himself. He switched sides and allowed me to do his other foot. Again, from heel to sole I licked him all over as he stuck his toes in my mouth one at a time and then several at once. He then slowed jerking himself and pulled me up against the bed. Abruptly, he stuffed his cock back in my mouth. And he immediately went to town against my throat. Although I’d gotten to enjoy sucking cock and had gotten pretty good at it, he never gave me the opportunity. He skull fucked me with impunity. I gagged and spit fell from my mouth, to my chin and finally to my chest where some pooled on my shirt. Austin grunted and moaned with seemingly every thrust before pulling his spit soaked cock out of the back of my skull. I breathed hard trying to catch my breath. My face reddened from his relentless mouth fucking. He reached down and smacked my cheeks a few times. “Goddamn, faggot! You really do know how to take a dick!”

With that he grabbed my hair again and pulled me to my feet. I hobbled trying to get up before he threw me on Jack’s bed. I laid flat as I had before but he pulled my ass up as he got behind me, mounting me. This was how most guys liked to fuck, I’d learned. Me in my most submissive state and them in their most dominant. Before I could form a thought, Austin had slammed his cock back inside me. It hurt just as bad this time, probably worse. I screamed, “AUUSSTIIINNNN PLLEEAAASSEE!!” But I made sure not to ask him to stop fearing what he’d do. Austin chuckled as he pulled his cock from my tortured hole. “Please? You must want more…” His voice trailed off and I felt him move around behind me. Austin regained himself behind me and said, “Let’s see how you like this!” Just as abruptly as he had thrust himself in me he began thrusting something foreign inside my guts. The pain was almost unbearable. “FUUCKKKKKK NOOOOO!!!!” I out. Austin stopped briefly and the pain subsided. I turned my head to see what was behind me and there was Austin holding what appeared to be the biggest dildo I’d ever seen and some of it was still inside me. Austin stared at me intently. “What did I say about telling me no?” he thrust the dildo back inside me and the pain filled my body again. My body went limp as I kept my head turned to watch him abuse me. With one hand he was pumping this massive fake cock inside me and the other jerking himself furiously. I must have been in a state of shock as I couldn’t do anything. Couldn’t even scream. My body stopped registering it. But one thing was certain, Austin was certainly enjoying using me. His chest rippled and his abs tightened every thrust of his arms. After a few minutes he pushed the dildo deep into me and stopped. He grabbed me by my hip and flipped me on my back as the dildo stayed inside. Austin mounted my face. “Open up, faggot. Drink my cum!” I may not have been able to register much at that moment, but I still knew to open my mouth when told. As I opened, he began showering me with cum. Maybe half went in my mouth, but what seemed like buckets went all over my face. Austin grunted and groaned longer and louder than anyone I’d ever been with. Must have felt like he’d conquered the prey he came to get. He climbed off me and stood beside the bed. The he took my hands and ran it up and over one of the posts on Jack’s bed.

Austin began walking away. “Where…where are you going? I can’t move!” I pulled against the bedpost trying to loosen the restraint he’d tied. “Good.” Was all he said. He walked back to the living room where I heard him dress and leave. After he left I continued to fight the restraints on my wrists and ankles. I was able to loosen those around my ankles, but my wrists were no use.

It was hours before Jack returned home. I could hear him walk in. “Cam? You here? Where are you?” I yelled from the bedroom, “I’m in here!” Jack came racing down the hallway. As he got to the door he stopped. “My God.” Jack’s eyes went wide. “What happened?” I must have been quite the sight. Dildo still in my ass, shirt stretched and ripped, dried cum on my face, restrained to his bed. Jack raced over and immediately began taking the restraints off my wrists. I left my arms up. Couldn’t feel them anyway. Jack put his hand on the base of the dildo and began pulling slowly. “Easy, Cam. Breathe.” He removed the massive object from my guts and threw it on the floor. He got up and went to the bathroom and rand a rag under the faucet. He returned to wipe a warm rag over my face, removing the dried cum. “What did Austin do to you?” he asked. I looked at him, “Nothing you didn’t let him do.” I said calmly. I sat up as I regained feeling in my limbs. Jack looked at me. “You have to know, if I had known he was going to do something like that I would have never agreed to it.” I looked away from Jack. “I know it’s something I certainly didn’t agree to…” my voice trailed off. I got up and headed to the living room. As I got to the door I heard Jack, “Cam. You have my word, this will never happen again. I’ll take care of it.”

I got my things and left.
 

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