Date: Sun, 26 Dec 1999 03:28:13 -0800 (PST) From: Billy Burrew <billy_burrew@yahoo.com> Subject: A Christmas Carol 2, 3, 4 A Christmas Carol '99 By Billy Burrew Disclaimer: As usual, I would like to comment that this story is purely fictional and that it is no reflection on the sexual orientation of any of the members of NSYNC, Backstreet Boys or their estranged manager, Lou Pearlman. Please read this and enjoy it for what I intended it to be, an entertaining story. Chapter 2: Wrapping Up Loose Ends The gray mists of limbo began to swirl and part as Patrick made his way to see his friends. Although movement was relative in this plane and a thought would take one where one wished to go, Patrick fancied the idea of taking a walk and clearing his mind before beginning this first part of his mission. As Patrick neared his destination, the mists parted and Patrick could hear his favorite Christmas song being played and sung by his beloved Lance. I sent out Season's Greetings to all our same old friends The tree is trimmed and in your favorite place I decked the boughs with holly built a snowman in the lane I sang jingle bells in a one horse open sleigh But White Christmas makes me blue Every time I hear it played I think of you I remember all the good times we knew Now White Christmas makes me blue I'm tryin to be happy I know you'd want me to Cause being sad at Christmastime ain't right I'm keeping the traditions wishing you were here On Christmas Eve I still sing Silent Night But White Christmas makes me blue Every time I hear it played I think of you I remember all the good times we knew Now White Christmas makes me blue Oh...White Christmas makes me blue Patrick sighed as tears came to his eyes, proving that spirits could indeed shed tears of love and loss. Patrick remembered how the one spirit said to temporarily re-gain his mortal form and he did so as he emerged from the fireplace. All eyes in the room turned to face him and he smiled slightly. "That was so beautiful, Lance", Patrick said as he walked over to the sofa. Lance's eyes widened and he shook his head. "Thank you for playing my favorite song." "Patrick? Is that really you?", he whispered. Patrick shook his head and leaned over, embracing Lance and Mike. "How", Mike asked, "you died." "Lance's Christmas wish was to be able to see me...just once more. And...anything is possible at Christmas.", Patrick's said with a smile. "The greater spirits have requested my assistance on Christmas Eve and so I was granted some time here with you all tonite, to make Lance's wish come true. You see...in life, I got to know all of you, and I knew there was a purpose behind it. This purpose is to help someone in your lives take a second look at life, and the choices that have been made. I have been given the opportunity to repay the debt I owed you all in life for helping me through my last days." Lance's face was covered in tears as he looked up to Patrick. "You never woke up...I was there...you broke your promise...and faced death alone." "Oh Lance", Patrick said as a tear fell from his eye, "I knew you were there, you were holding my right hand, and Nicky there was holding my left. I couldn't wake up to tell you how much I loved you before I died. I wanted to so bad, but I just couldn't get awake." Patrick's eyes filled with tears as he watched Lance began to sob, his small body racked with shakes. Patrick sat beside him and pulled his chin up to face him, "I love you still....you know...I'll never stop. But you promised me something too...", Patrick and Lance looked over at Justin who face was red and puffy. "Hey Curly....C'mere." Justin smiled and walked over, sitting down between Lance and Patrick. "...you promised me that you would give your love with Justin a chance. He loves you so much...and it hurts him to see you sad and in pain.", Patrick finished "I love you, Lansten", Justin said quietly, "please don't shut me out." Patrick watched as Lance's closed his eyes for a second, then open as he looked into Justin's eyes, realizing how much love Justin had for him down in his heart. Lance knew he was wrong in shutting out his friends and his hope for love with Justin because of Patrick's death, and knew now that his life would move forward and that he would be able to let go of Patrick now...and begin in love anew. "I love you too, Justin", Lance said quietly, "I just never realized how much til now." Patrick smiled at the two young men as they held each other and then he looked over at Mike and JC. "Hey JC...is Mike keepin' ya straight?", Patrick grinned and the whole room burst into laughter as JC blushed. "Nope", JC chuckled, still blushing furiously, "He's making me very happy though. I love him...like you said I would." Patrick smiled and nodded, "I am glad of it. Be true to each other and everything will be fine for you two." Nick walked over to Patrick then and threw his arms around him, "I miss you so much....but I can feel that you're with me sometimes...ya know?" Patrick smiled and kissed Nick lightly on the lips, "I am only as far away as inside your heart. And I keep an eye out on all of you. Speaking of that....Nice stick and move at the airport, Mike. Man....Lou never saw it comin'! You beat him like a rented mule! Whoo! I was impressed. That wasn't one that I taught you, was it?" Patrick chuckled as Mike grinned and blushed scarlet and the guys began to chuckle then Mike rolled his eyes in his head, "I knew you wouldn't let that one go by.", Mike giggled at Patrick, "Yeah. You taught me that move. He.....got what he deserved." "Well..", Patrick said under his breath, "He's gonna get more than that sooner than he knows." The clock rang then and Patrick looked over, and sighed seeing the time. "I am almost out of time, guys", Patrick said sadly, "time for one last dance." Mike and JC smiled as Lance looked away from Justin and stared sadly at Patrick. Patrick got up and waved his hands in the air, and a song began to play on the speakers. He then walked over to Justin and Lance. "Curly, do you mind if I have Lance for one last dance?", Patrick asked quietly. Justin smiled and nodded and Lance got up and began to slow dance with Patrick. The lamp is burning low upon my table top Snow is softly falling The air is still in the silence of my room I hear your voice softly calling If I could only have you near To breathe a sigh or two I would be happy just to hold the hands I love On this winters night with you The smoke is rising in the shadows overhead My glass is almost empty I read again between the lines upon each page The words of love you send me If I could know within my heart That you were lonely too I would be happy just to hold the hands I love On this winters night with you.... Patrick swayed with Lance, ingraining to memory all the little details of this time with his beloved friend, the way the light glinted off his hair, the light smell of cologne and the sweetness of his breath as their heads touched together. Patrick realized that his visit with Lance was nearing its close and he began to sing the last verse aloud to Lance. The fire is dying...my lamp is growing dim The shades of night are lifting The morning light steals across my windowpane Where webs of snow are drifting If I could only have you near To breathe a sigh or two I would be happy just to hold the hands I love On this winters night with you And to be once again with you Tears filled both Patrick's and Lance's eyes as the two finished the dance. Patrick looked up behind Lance and nodded for Justin to come over. As Justin circled his arms around Lance's waist, Patrick's form began to dissolve. He looked down at Lance and smiled slightly "I'll always love you Lance. You and Justin take care of each other.", "See ya around you guys", Patrick said to the room and the guys smiled through their tears. "Patrick....", Lance cried sadly as Patrick's light dissipated. "No goodbye's Lance....I'll see ya around.", Patrick said and then he was gone. Lance smiled and nodded his head, "See ya around Patrick." Patrick stood crying as he watched Lance for a few seconds more before the scene again faded. Lance knew only a glimmer of the love that Patrick held in his heart for him...and it was better that he never know any more than that, since he was now gone from Lance's world. It was a difficult fact, but one that Patrick had known all too well before he had died. "Good Job!", said a voice from behind him suddenly. "I guess so.", Patrick sighed, then turned to look at Ebeneezer Scrooge. "You really loved him, huh?", Scrooge said softly. "More than he shall ever know...more than I could ever admit.", Patrick said sadly, "But my love for him and my friends is why I will do anything in my power to change Lou's direction in life. No more harm will befall them from Lou...it will end, one way or another, this Christmas Eve night!" Scrooge nodded, obviously stunned by the intensity of Patrick's resolve. "Let's get going then. Let's go see if we can scare the Dickens outta Lou Pearlman!", Patrick said with a laugh Scrooge looked at him puzzling. "Oh oops!", Patrick said with a giggle then explained the joke to Scrooge who took it well and the two laughed as they made their way off to their visitation. A Christmas Carol '99 By Billy Burrew Disclaimer: As usual, I would like to comment that this story is purely fictional and that it is no reflection on the sexual orientation of any of the members of NSYNC, Backstreet Boys or their estranged manager, Lou Pearlman. Please read this and enjoy it for what I intended it to be, an entertaining story Chapter 3: The Coming of the Herald Lou Pearlman sat in his office at TransCon, deep in thought and stewing in anger over the actions of the guys from NSYNC. How had things gotten so far out of his control? How could he get things...his control over the guys, and more importantly Lance and Justin back? Lou smiled as he remembered his first time with Justin, just after they had signed on with his company. Justin had been all sweaty from dance practice when Lou approached him and lead him into his office. Justin was so young, so tender. Lou had undressed him, quelling his protests with an idle threat. "Justin... you do want to get ahead in this business?", Lou had said, "well then, sometimes you just have to make sacrifices or you won't go anywhere." Justin relented, letting Lou push him back onto the desk as the much larger man touched and suckled him. Lou watched tears fall from Justin's eyes and the gasp of breath Justin took as Lou's hard member despoiled Justin's virgin asshole. Lou shook his head and smiled at the thought of his being the one to take away Justin's innocence. Lou pushed him out of his office when he was finished, after extracting a promise of his silence. Lou doubted that he would have the balls to tell anyone, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. A noise, a low, steady metallic clanging, brought Lou out of his fantasies and back into reality. Lou looked up and around and saw nothing. Lou got out of his chair and opened the door to his office and as suddenly as it started, the noise ceased. Lou shook his head and closed his office door, walking back around and sitting behind his desk once more. Lou leaned back in his chair and smiled again, recalling his first time with Lance. Lance had come to sign some paperwork at lunch time and Lou grasped the opportunity. Lou made small talk with Lance and then gave the young singer a light back massage before nuzzling his neck. Lance was terrified of Lou, and rightly so, as Lou silenced his protests with a threat to tell Lance's parents that he was gay. Lou had guessed the fact but was satisfied when the blond hung his head in defeat and shame. Then Lou undressed Lance and bound his wrists and feet together, securing him to a high hook on the wall of his office. Lou then took a riding crop out and began to lightly run the leather end around Lance's thighs and buttocks. He smiled as Lance shuddered from the touch of the riding crop. Lou decided to test the young man's threshold of pain, giving him a succession of quick, hard strokes to his ass and upper thighs. Lance yelped and began to sob quietly as each stroke lashed his backside. After 20 strokes, Lance's entire upper leg and buttocks were bright red and burning hot. Lou then took Lance off the wall hook and bent him over his desk, securing his tied hands to the leg of the desk. Lou smiled as he put a ball gag into the young blonds mouth and then took out a medium sized anal plug, lubricating its tip. Lance screamed through the gag as Lou forced the plug into his ass. Tears fell off his face and onto the desk as Lou then took his time, trying out a variety of toys on the young man, before pulling his own pants down and forcing himself inside the youth's tight ass. As he deflowered Lance, he grabbed the riding crop again and wailed down on the youth's tender ass and back, yelling "Giddy Up" and laughing. Lou cleaned and dressed himself afterwards and waited for Lance to stop weeping. Lou untied the young boy's hands and forced him to meet his gaze. "You are NEVER to tell anyone about this...if you do, I will send the pictures I took of you today home to your parents with a letter telling them that you are nothing but a worthless faggot! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!", Lou yelled at Lance. Through his tears, Lance nodded and then quickly dressed and hurried out of Lou's office. "LOU!!!", yelled a voice. Lou started up from his chair as he heard his voice called out. He looked around and saw no one. Lou again went to the door, opening it and peering out to see if anyone was in the hallway. No one was there...but the metallic sound had returned and was getting increasingly louder. Lou looked around as the noise got closer and closer, seemingly right on top of him, then it stopped. Lou peered around once more into the hallway and shook his head, resolved that he must be hearing things. Lou closed the door and turned around, coming face to face with the ghostly apparition of an old man. Lou yelped and jumped backwards against the now closed door of his office. "LOU!", the apparition yelled again, his eyes glowing a dim red and his face filled with a mixture of rage and disgust. "Wh..Who are you?", Lou stammered. "In life I was Ebeneezer Scrooge, a covetous old sinner, a stingy old bastard!", Scrooge said harshly. "But compared to you, I was a saint, Lou Pearlman." Lou looked at Scrooge and shook his head, rubbing his eyes with his hands then massaging his temples. "You do not believe what you see?", Scrooge said. "I do not believe in ghosts.", Lou said as he walked over and picked up the half empty bottle of tequila off his desk and held it up to Scrooge. "There is more "spirits" than there is "spiritual" to you, Mr. Scrooge. I knew should have bought the Cuervo Gold rather than this "home brew" blue agave tequila." Scrooge shook his head and motioned his hand and the bottle exploded, shattering fragments of glass and liquor over the floor. Lou gasped and fell back into his chair, clutching the arm rests less he faint. "Why do you come to me then, Scrooge.", Lou stammered, his face pale and his voice shaky. "I have come to bestow upon you a gift", Ebeneezer replied, "A chance to change your life as I was given mine. You see my chains...these are the chains I forged in life. Before my partner Jacob Marley visited me, my chain was leagues longer and oh so much heavier. Had I not changed my life that Christmas night, I would have been unable to move because of the chain I had forged. You, however, have already forged a chain the likes of which have never been seen. Your actions and deeds have made a chain of such length and grade that it would cover the distance between your state of Florida and the tip of the state of South Carolina. "Is that starting in Miami, Orlando, or Tallahassee?", Lou joked, then fell silent as Scrooge stared with his cold dead eyes at him. "I come to prepare you for a visitation. Heed my words well Lou, for this is your last chance for change. I hope for your sake you heed this visitation less you end up bound to spend your afterlife in the hell of your own devising." Lou swallowed hard at the thought of the hell that awaited him, a hell devised from the toments he had given to others throughout his life. "Expect the visitation tonight, at midnight.", Scrooge said as he turned and disappeared. Lou inhaled sharply, coming very near to messing his pants, then his eyes rolled back in his head as he passed out completely. A Christmas Carol '99 By Billy Burrew Disclaimer: As usual, I would like to comment that this story is purely fictional and that it is no reflection on the sexual orientation of any of the members of NSYNC, Backstreet Boys or their estranged manager, Lou Pearlman. Please read this and enjoy it for what I intended it to be, an entertaining story Chapter 4: Visions of the Past An hour later, Lou awoke, his eyes darting from side to side as he looked for any sign of anything supernatural. Lou got up and smiled, casting off the whole memory as a silly dream. Lou walked around his desk towards the door and heard the distinct crunching of glass underneath his shoe soles. The hairs on his neck began to raise as he looked down on the glass remains of the tequila bottle on the floor. Lou gasped and hurried out the door and to his car. As Lou pulled into his house, a rather grand gated mansion-esque affair, he unlocked the door and ran inside, shutting and deadbolting it shut. Lou then hurried to his bedroom/private office, shutting all the doors and locking them, then closing all the blinds and activating the security system. Secure in the knowledge that he was secure, Lou sat down on his bedside and changed into more casual clothes, then walked over to his desk and began to pour through some more paperwork regarding the NSYNC suit. Hours later, Lou looked up from his work and his notes and looked over to the grandfather clock across the room. It was only a few minutes to midnight. Lou began sweat nervously, his hands becoming clammy and cold. As Lou watched the clock, the hand struck the hour and the bells began to chime. As the twelfth bell chimed Lou sighed, seeing no sign of anything spiritual. "What did you expect, a trumpet overture?", came a voice beside him, and Lou looked over, jumping out of his chair at the sound. Before him stood a familiar man, one he had definitely seen before. "Who...are you? I know you?", Lou stammered. "Yes. Lou. We have met before...back in August. You and I had a shouting match over Lance and Justin.", the spirit replied with a smile. Lou's eyes grew wide and his face paled, "You...You're that guy...that friend of theirs that was dying of AIDS." "Died of AIDS", the spirit corrected Lou. "My name was Patrick Morrow in life. My friends called me Patrick, you may address me as 'spirit' as I do not count you as either a friend or a potential friend.", Patrick said with a look of distaste towards Lou. "Why are you here then?", Lou asked suspiciously, "Why would someone who hates me as much as you do want to help me change my ways?" "Because the actions and choices in your pathetic existence impact the lives of the people I love...my friends. And I will do anything I can to make sure that their lives turn out for the best", Patrick said Lou stared at Patrick for a minute before lowering his gaze, "Let's get on with this visitation then. What first Spirit?" Patrick shook his head as he looked at Lou. "Let's take a look at your past....the past that involves NSYNC and BSB, shall we?" Lou touched Patrick's shoulder and then Patrick transported the two of them back to the past. Lou looked around the room that materialized around them and immediately realized where they were, inside a dressing room. This was Nick Carter's dressing room and this must be the night that Lou had deflowered the 15 year old. As Lou realized this Nick came into the room, smiling widely and began peeling off his sweaty shirt as he pulled some fresh clothes from his bag. A knock was heard on the door and Lou looked over at the door, immediately realizing something was different, something was changed. Lou looked at Patrick who was smiling a cruel smile. "Lou....you are in Nick's body now. You get to see and feel what he saw and felt. This is the only way that you will change...to see and feel firsthand the misery that you cause others." Lou gasped, remembering what was going to happen, as he began to walk over to the door and open it. Nick/Lou stared silently as he opened the door and faced himself. "Hi Lou", Nick/Lou said, motioning Lou Pearlman inside. Nick/Lou and Lou Pearlman made small talk as Nick/Lou began to undress. As Nick/Lou turned around and pulled down his pants, Lou Pearlman made his move, coming up from behind Nick/Lou, massaging his tight young ass through his underwear. Nick/Lou jumped away from Lou Pearlman, falling forward over the coffee table onto his hands, his pants down around his ankles tripping him up. Lou Pearlman smiled as he grabbed the waist of the young boys boxers, yanking them down as he wetted his finger and then forced it into Nick/Lou's sweaty hole. Nick/Lou cries out as he feels Lou's finger invade his anus. As Lou added another finger to the first, Nick/Lou begins to cry and sob, unable to move out of his half handstand position, trapped by his own clumsiness. Lou then quickly replaced his fingers with his cock, roughly fucking the young boy whose sobs and protests fell on deaf ears. Nick/Lou began to fall in and out of consciousness towards the end of the rape, falling into a heap over the coffee table as Lou pulled out after he finished. Lou slapped Nick/Lou's ass then turned him around to face him. "I own you now, Nickolas. Your ass is mine. If you tell anyone, what you...and your brother will get will be many times worse than what you got here tonite." "Don't touch my brother", Nick/Lou cried piteously, "I'll do whatever you say." Lou smiled evilly and pulled the young man's head towards his deflating piece, forcing it inside his mouth and making Nick/Lou clean it orally. Afterwards, Lou zipped up and left Nick sitting on the coffee table, tears of shame still fresh on his face. Lou then felt his perception change again and realized he was outside of Nick's body. Lou wept along with Nick, as this new memory was forever emblazoned into his psyche. Nick then got up off the table, looking down at the pool of blood on the table, and realizing that his hole was bleeding. Appalled, Nick ran to the bathroom and threw up. "So....how does it feel to be on the receiving end?", Patrick said coldly, looking down at Lou, who was still in shock at feeling all the pain and humiliation that he himself had caused Nick. "You may no longer be inside his body, but I thought it only fitting that you still feel what he is feeling. Both your bleeding and his will stop in a few minutes." The scene faded to gray and Lou looked over to Patrick. "So....Is it time to see how Justin and Lance felt when you did the same to them?", Patrick said, his face contorted in anger, his eyes glowing red through his tears. "Spirit...please!", Lou cried, "No more!"