Date: Tue, 19 Jun 2012 12:16:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: John McDonald <madmax212542007@yahoo.com>
Subject: Justin and Alan - Chapter 12

The following story is completely fictional and is not intended to imply
anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any
personal knowledge about their private lives.  However, if they ARE having
this sort of fun in their lives, more power to them!


		       JUSTIN and ALAN - Chapter 12


The Mexi-stud blasted Joe's insides with a second load of jizz and then
wanted to maul Joe's mouth.  Mindful of what had happened with Nick, Alan
rested a forearm across Joe's throat until the singer blacked out.  Safe
from being bitten again, Alan proceeded to share a taste of lifeblood with
his victim.

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"Criss, that was an awesome round of love-making.  I'm not even going to
call it `fucking' because I know it's more than that to both of us."

"Yes, my young friend.  Your tight body and your complete innocence has
captivated my being.  I wish I could magically turn you into a woman, but
even my magic isn't that powerful."

"Ha ha.  You're funny, Criss.  I wouldn't want to be a woman; there's too
much hassle with moods and bleeding every month."

"There are pills for both."

"Nah.  You know me and chemicals.  I like everything natural.  Speaking of
which, I could use a long hot shower with my favorite body wash.  I'd do it
here, but all my clothes are in my suite."

"And I could use a little nap.  You have worn me out, my friend."

Justin kissed Criss Angel one more time on the lips and bid him a good
sleep before heading to the other end of the hallway.

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When Alan was finished playing with Joe Jonas, he untied the robe belts and
used them to fasten Nick and Joe together, back to back.  He balled up two
washcloths and inserted one into each of their mouths.

Alan then went into the bathroom for a quick shower, blow-dried his hair
and slipped into a pair of his tight white spandex exercise shorts with the
large pouch in front.  He expected to see Justin Bieber soon, and his mind
was not yet directed onto the treatment he'd received earlier at the hands
of the Illusionist, Criss Angel.

The hot Latino stud heard the suite door open and close.  Then he heard,
"Nick....Joe? What the hell??"

Alan stepped out of the bathroom quietly.  Justin stood with his back to
the model, so he hadn't noticed him come into the bedroom.

"I already gave them their good-day fuck.  Now it's your turn, your royal
hotness."

Justin whirled around and it was like a sledgehammer had come full swing
and hit Alan in the gut.  He felt dizzy and dropped to his knees and began
mumbling, "no Bieber, no Bieber" sort of incoherently.

"Hot damn, it really worked!  Criss Angel is a genius."

Justin surveyed his former captor now curled into a fetal position and
rocking himself.  Something about this total crumbling of someone
previously so aggressive and demanding gave The Bieber cause to reflect on
everything that had happened from the moment he first met Alan Valdez in
person at that party.  There was no doubt that the tanned, muscular Alan
was smoking hot.  Justin had thoroughly enjoyed the fucking, but he didn't
like Alan's growing sense of ownership over him.  Was there a way to have
one without the other?  The young singer bolted from his suite and ran back
to Criss Angel's suite.  He knocked.

"Criss!  Let me in; I need to talk to you."

Criss Angel opened the door looking like someone who'd been jolted out of a
deep sleep.

"What is it, my friend?"

Justin entered and began hurriedly explaining about Alan.

"That is what you wanted, was it not?  You wanted to regain control.  Alan
Valdez can have no hold over you because the conditioning of his mind
prevents him from looking at you in a lascivious manner.  Anything that
triggers his desire to dominate you will also activate the subliminal
message I have planted.  Alan values his ability to have sex more than he
values possessing you individually."

"He must have been fine until he looked at my face.  At least he sounded
fine, and then he dropped to the floor when I looked directly at him."

"Ah. His visual stimulation is strong.  I suspect that if he touched you,
he would have been out cold immediately."

"Is there a way to modify the effect so that I can let him touch me only
when I want it?"

"Ha ha ha! Now you sound like somebody's wife."

"Shut up."

 "You could try keeping your head covered until he is stimulated.  But I
don't know what will happen when he touches you while knowing it is you."

"It's just that he's such a horny dude.  Maybe his hormones would override
the sublinimal message."

"SubLIMinal."

"Yeah, what you said.  Is it possible?"

"The brain is a marvelous organ.  It has many paths and many mysteries. And
the mind is more than just the brain and its treasure trove of knowledge.
I suppose anything is possible if it can be conceived."

Justin smiled broadly, grasped Criss' upper arms and gave him a quick kiss
on the mouth.

"You've given me an idea, Criss.  Thanks."

Justin raced back to his suite to test out his theory that was still
organizing itself in his head.

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Many thanks to Robert for inspiring me to resume this story.  I promise
more is on its way.

 Hope to hear from anyone who enjoys the latest installment.
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