Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2000 16:20:15 -0800
From: Piper <opiperick@home.com>
Subject: Who Do You Love 5 (5/5)

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!

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WHO DO YOU LOVE 5: YOU GET OFF ON THAT JUSTIN?
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<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!"

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<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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