Date: Wed, 22 Nov 2000 12:26:57 -0800
From: Piper <piperactive1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Who Do You Love - 3

Series: Who Do You Love? Part 3
Author: Piper <piperactive1@yahoo.com>
Genre: Boybands (NSYNC), MMMM (yummy! LOL)
Rating: PG to NC-17

NOTICE: This story is inappropriate and illegal for
minors. If you're not yet 18, please leave the Nifty
Archive promptly. Homophobes, you'd wanna follow the
minors - all the way outta the Archive.

DISCLAIMER: I haven't a clue about the actual lives or
feelings of anyone I mention in my story. The tale I
tell is exactly that: a tale - fiction, fantasy, farce.
Get over it! Thanks

WARNING: This is something I should have done earlier,
but I kinda wanted to trick you all into starting my
story without a generalized genre code making up your
mind for you. But now that you know there are fetishes
in this story, I will be a tad more forthcoming. This
story's purpose is to assign each of the guys from
Nsync an interest in some degree of fetishist behavior.
Some fetishes are mild (like Joey's voyeurism and
Justin's exhibitionism), while others are more extreme
(like their new shared interest in golden showers/water
sports). Rest assured however, there will be more
fetishes and all five of them get into the mix
eventually. This story is more about opening them up
and freeing their burdens with their minds (and, of
course, how damned FUNNY that all sounds!) So, keep
that salt handy, you'll need quite a few grains to get
through this chapter. No, I'm not telling you what
fetish(es) you will find. That's you're job! LOL

EDITOR'S NOTE: No one mentioned that the sweat-shorts
on Justin in Chapter one became sweat-pants in Chapter
two. Hehe That was mighty sweet of ya'll! Also, no one
mentioned this but it did cross my mind and I don't
have a good explanation for it so I'm gonna pretend
like I never thought of it after this, ok? Where in the
heck are the bus driver and security in this story? I
mean seriously. Like they would play hacky in a public
park without 37 body guards - sure, I believe that. Oh
well, lucky for me I write fiction. It just reinforces
the non-factual essence of my story! LOL So, forget
about the muscle and the chauffeur, k? Cool. Thanks.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: I have many thanks to give to the
kind people who helped me in this last week. (You all
know who you are because I've thanked you all
personally!) I get it now! ( : LOL - Thanks, Piper

DEDICATION: To Red, I AM writing a JC and Justin story!
LOL - I love you! Thanks for everything! - Piper

Sorry that was so long. Hadda do it! Here's the story.

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WHO DO YOU LOVE? 3: Dirty Laundry

As Justin's tongue flicked and licked its way across
Joey's exposed flesh, his moans of pleasure co-mingled
with the enraptured Italian's and a calm satisfaction
overcame him. Things were going better than Justin had
planned!

Justin knew Joey was on the bus jacking off, but he
didn't know that Joey was doing this in the bathroom.
He assumed, incorrectly, that Joey would jack in his
bunk. Justin had planned to piss first and then
"spring" himself on an unsuspecting Joey with nowhere
to run.

But the way things turned out were lots better than he
imagined. Especially the water sports angle! Justin had
known Joey was a voyeur, but this - wow - this turn on
was more radical, more extreme, and definitely more
exciting. Justin realized with a chuckle that he too
must now be a golden showers fan, considering how much
fun he had splashing for Joey.

"What's so funny Jus?" Joey mumbled, tensing with
insecurity.

Justin reached his left hand out to cradle Joey's
smiling face and responded with a question of his own,
"Other than the fact that cleaning you up was
pointless?"

"Whaddaya mean?" Joey was perplexed. The man he had
spent hours upon hours watching and fantasizing about
had finally come to him - hell, almost came with him -
but now was sounding regretful. A million terrifying
images of rejections sprinted across Joey's mind as he
scanned Justin from head to knees (he's kneeling,
remember), looking for a sign that would confirm his
fears.

But he couldn't find one. In fact, Justin's hand
continued to fly rapidly up and down his throbbing
shaft and breath still panted lustily from between his
lips. The brilliant blue orbs that stared softly at
Joey were the epitome of sincerity, transparent with
truth. But Joey's eyes darkened with fear and again, we
are reminded of Joe's adorable knack for missing the
obvious.

Justin simply smiled and slid his thumb into Joey's
hot, moist mouth. He had reached that pinnacle moment
right before ejaculation and his cock couldn't have
been any harder. It pulsed and strained beneath his
pumping grip and then he shot off like a cannon.

"Oh fuck yeah Joey. Yeah. YEAH. OHFUCKYEAH! FUCK YEAH!
FUCKYEAHFUCKYEAHFUCKYEAH! Joeeeeeeeey!"

Just as he has suspected, Joey was once again showered
with sticky sperm. The rhetorical light bulb lit above
Joey's head and Justin immediately saw the
enlightenment brighten Joey's eyes. The lively and
seductive pair looked much more familiar now. Justin
was very pleased. He matched Joey's goofy smile and
whispered, "Well. It's not like I mind cleaning you up
again."

Joey leaned back with a deep satisfied sigh and
replied, "Good. I'm glad."

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"Ancelyn, you look edible."

"I do Josh?" Lance replied demurely and blushed. His
mascara-laden eyelashes batted at JC in the reflection
of the vanity's mirror. He watched JC's eyes glaze over
and lips part before his tongue lashed out, liberally
wetting them. Even in those baggy khaki's, Lance could
see the outline of JC's hard cock forming. His own cock
responded by twitching, but was constrained beneath
Ancelyn's light pink silk panties. Absentmindedly, his
left hand strayed to his crotch and he grasped his
growing hardon through the sensual fabric. Then he felt
his lover's hands encircle his right thigh.

"I know you just put these sexy stockings on, love..."

"No, no, no you don't!" Ancelyn squealed and batted
JC's hands away from her leg. The transformation into
Ancelyn was a wearily long process - one he would not
allow his impatient lover to interrupt. "You get to do
that LATER Josh. Now, be GOOD!"

JC loved it when Ancelyn pouted. She looked so... ugh,
fuckable! He couldn't help but smile.

"OK, OK, OK." JC conceded, "You win Ancelyn."

"But so do you lover..." Ancelyn purred as she puckered
together her freshly painted lips and smacked the air
in the direction of her lover. "So do you..."

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Justin didn't like to talk about his 'jeebies' so he
didn't. Therefore, his friends, co-workers and co-
habitants were unaware that he harbored this sporadic
clairvoyance. It was almost ironic how blind Justin was
to the power his 'jeebies' provided. For him, the
'jeebies' were just spoil sports.

Although everyone else thought they had secrets, there
really weren't any with Justin. He didn't burst any
bubbles though, he just played along and let everyone
maintain their own little preferred version of reality.

Justin had known about Ancelyn's presence since Lance's
audition. Neither Ancelyn nor JC's closeted affair with
her had ever bothered Justin - he was too open-minded
and easy-going for that judgmental crap. He wasn't
quite sure when or how JC discovered Lance's secret,
but he knew that they started fucking around the time
Lance turned eighteen.

When Justin's eighteenth birthday was right around the
corner, his 'jeebies' showed him that JC was coming for
him next. And they showed him that he would be sharing
JC with Ancelyn. They were his 'jeebies' so he just
assumed that was the way it had to be. And so that's
the way it was.

But now, he was so tired of being JC's bedroom bitch;
so tired of the affair he knew JC continued to enjoy
with Ancelyn; so tired of Chris' unrequited lust for JC
that too often got satisfied by Busta, not Dani. He was
ready for something altogether different. And he knew
just how to get what he wanted.

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"Why does it have to be this way Josh?"

"Shut up faggot. You know you like it."

Sighing, Justin let his muscles momentarily relax. They
ached from being bound tight in JC's restraints. But
then JC's hand connected with the raw tender skin on
his ass for the maybe thirty-sixth time in the past
five minutes. Justin's muscles jumped taut under his
sweat-slicked skin again - and again.

Crying didn't deter JC. If anything, it seemed to turn
him on more. It was harder to say all the things JC
liked to hear if he was crying anyway. And for as long
as he could remember, pleasing JC seemed to be the
answer to all his questions, the fate and destiny he
couldn't escape. This misperception clouded his
judgment.

"You're right Josh, I do love it. I love you. I'm
sorry. Spank me harder..."

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"No Busta, stop!" Chris' high-pitched squeal was
unmistakable. And, of course, Busta was Chris' cute
little pug-faced Pug. But Justin thought he left Chris
with the others back at the overcrowded bar he just
left. He didn't expect to find Chris back on the tour
bus so soon.

He was just about to innocently call out Chris' name
when Justin froze in his tracks, gulped in a mouthful
of air and then quickly clamped a hand over his mouth
to prevent gushes of laughter from escaping.

"Busta, that tickles... Don't! No! Stop!" Chris
continued with his high-pitched begging. With all his
giggling, Justin was surprised Chris could talk at all.

"Ooh Busta, you're askin' for it now!" And more
giggles.

Justin wondered if his imagination was running away
with him - he could have such a dirty mind sometimes!
But he didn't have to wait long to be assured he wasn't
going insane. Chris' next words confirmed Justin's
suspicions about his dear friend. Oh boy, did they...

"OK Busta..." Chris resigned, "I just want you to know
that you are one sick mother-fuckin' dog."

/ohpleasenopleasedontbeasmotherfuckinsickasyourdog/

"But..."

/ohnonobutsanddefinatelynobuttspleasechrisplease/

"...if you WANT to lick my ass dog, I'm getting tired
of trying to stop you."

Justin could barely contain his laughter as he tried
desperately to get out of earshot before he heard, "Go
right ahead Busta, lick all ya want..."

The cool night air could not have come quick enough.
Lance dressing as Ancelyn was one thing, but Chris
resorting to a rimming from his dog was something else.
Something else entirely.

Man, he needed to hook Chris up with JC. Justin knew
about Chris' long-time interest in JC as well as he
knew that being so busy with himself and Ancelyn, JC
never noticed Chris' undying affection. And he would be
the perfect submissive bottom for Big Daddy too.

It was on this night that Justin began to formulate his
plan. He didn't realize at the time that it was a plan,
but it was. It was a plan that would be put into action
accidentally on a beautiful September morning, only
moments after he shattered the nose of his arrogant,
overbearing lover.

Regardless of how he tried, Justin would be
unsuccessful in his attempts to erase Chris' feverish
whining to Busta from his memory. Chuckling, he walked
back to the nightclub that he had just come out of not
fifteen minutes before, and went inside. Where else was
there to go?

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end.3

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