Date: Mon, 6 Feb 2006 20:27:53 -0800 (PST)
From: John
Subject: Justin and Jesse's workout

*NOTE* I do not claim to know the celebrities
mentioned below or their sexual preferences. This
fictional story was written solely for entertainment
purposes only and does NOT imply the sexual
preferences of said celebrities or anything about
their personal lives. Enjoy!

Justin and Jesse's Workout

By: John

As Jesse walked into the room, a feeling of dread came
over him as it always did when he was at these kind of
events. He hated industry parties, all the fake
compliments and ass kissing, he couldnt stand it. His
agent had forced him to come out to this shit, but he
understood he didnt have much of a choice. Although
his album had gone platinum, sales were starting to
fall off, and his tv show had just been canceled, he
needed to be seen out in public as much as possible.
This was the point in every young artists career,
where they either made it to the big time, or
disappeared into obscurity, and Jesse was determined
to make it, even if it meant coming to these fucking
bore-fests.

About an hour had gone by of pointless chatting with
asshole record executives and label people, when Jesse
spotted Lindsey Lohan eying him from across the room.
He gave her a little smirk, and she let out a little
laugh, and turned away. The two had a bit of a
history, both having been in the industry for a while
now. Just a few weeks ago they had gotten together
after one of Jesse's concerts that Lindsey had
attended, and he had fucked her brains out. Jesse was
use to gettin laid pretty regularly now that he was a
"teen heartthrob" but that night had been particularly
mind blowing. Lindsey had given him head while he was
driving them to his bachelor pad, all the time being
chased by the paparazzi, and then when they got to the
house, they went at it all night long. Jesse decided
that repeating that tonight would make this damn party
worth it, and started making his way over to where
Lindsey and her entourage were standing.

Before he could get to the other side of the room, he
felt someone tap his shoulder from behind.

"Fuck, what now?" Let out Jesse, figuring it was some
other fake ass celebrity leach, as he turned around.
To his surprise, in front of him was standing Justin
Timberlake, his idol and biggest musical influence.

"Oh shit, im so sorry bro, i thought you were one of
the other losers here" exclaimed Jesse, turning red.

"Hey, no problem man, i cant stand these parties
either, but its something you gotta do you know?
replied Justin kindly.

"Yea, thats what they tell me." Shrugged Jesse.

"Anyways, i just wanted to come over and say hi, cause
im a big fan, i really love your voice, and i think
the production on your album is great." complimented
Justin.

"Wow, thanks bro. That means alot to me, especially
coming from you, you are like my idol." gushed Jesse,
cracking a huge smile.

"Thanks, yea, you do kinda remind me of a young me. If
you keep workin hard and keep your head on straight,
you could be huge. You've got everything going for
you, you can sing, you can act, you're a great lookin
guy, the girls obviously love you." continued Justin.

"Thanks bro, this is my passion." said Jesse getting
even more red.

"Yea, you can tell. The one piece of advice id give
you is, try to bulk up a bit. Chicks love a guy with a
6-pack, and thats definitely your main fan base." said
Justin, placing his arm on his own obviously toned abs
over the tight vintage t-shirt he was wearing that was
clinging tightly to his pecs and stomach.

"Yea, ive been trying to get to the gym lately, but
its hard with my schedule, im so busy. The only time i
have free is late at night when all the gyms in my
area are already closed." Replied Jesse,
subconsciously also placing his arm on his soft belly
over the stylish dress shirt he was wearing.

"Totally know what you're saying, that was my problem.
I dont know if you've noticed, but ive definately
bulked up since my Nsync days, and the way i did it
was by building my own gym in my house. That way i can
go and do my workouts when i get home at 1 or 2 in the
morning. You know what, you should come over and work
out with me, ive been looking for a workout buddy, and
you can come at night when your day is done."
commented Justin, with his arm still exploring his own
abs.

"That would be awesome, im gonna take you up on that
offer." answered Jesse.

"You know what, why dont we start tonight once this
crap is over?" asked Justin.

"Lets go for it! Im gonna be in the mood to take out
some stress once this night is over." joked Jesse.

"Haha, yea me too. Im gonna go make some more rounds
around here. So ill see you at my house like at 2 am?
You know where i live right?" said Justin.

"Yea, i know where you live, the freakin huge mansion
just down the street from my apartment. Ill be there."
Answered Jesse both excitedly and nervously, being
kind of intimidated to work out with his idol.

"Awesome, see ya there." replied Justin, as he walked
away.

Jesse could not believe what had just happened. His
idol, the person he had modeled his whole career after
was inviting him to his home. Not only was he inviting
him to his home, but he was taking him under his wing
and helping him improve his career. It was a dream
come true. Jesse had been wanting to get in better
shape, and now he could do it with Justin Freakin
Timberlake, how cool was that?

He realized that Lindsey was eying him from across the
room again, but as tempting as his original thought of
hooking up with Lindsey tonight was, he was much more
excited by the idea of working out with Justin. Jesse
decided to just ignore Lindsey for tonight, either
way, she was a psychotic bitch, ignoring her tonight
would probably only turn her on more for the future.
He looked at his watch, it was 1:28, he figured he'd
make one last round and head over to his mentors
house.

As he made his way around the crowded room full of
wannabe celebs and their handlers, he noticed that
every young guy in the room was totally built. They
all had broad shoulders and bulging pecs, tapering
down to what Jesse was sure were strong and well
developed six packs and then wastes. Their biceps
exploded out of their tight shirts, flexing with every
movement they made. Jesse looked down at his own body,
and felt extremely self-conscious. All these guys,
these talentless meat heads, were shooting to knock
him off the charts and put themselves in his
place...and with bodies like that, Jesse could not
help but think that girls would be more than willing
to accept that trade.

Feeling somewhat depressed, Jesse decided to start
making his way over to his car and to Justins house,
he had alot of work to do if he wanted to get into the
type of shape his idol and all these other talentless
jerks were in. He made his way out the door, and into
his brand new cor vet. As he speeded down the early
morning LA streets, he could not help but think of all
the guys at the party, and how much more developed
they were than him. He would give anything to have
those arms, that stomach and chest, that strong wide
back. Before he knew it he was at Justin's driveway.
What the fuck?? What was he doing here, this night
seemed so surreal, he thought to himself.

Jesse got out of his car, and made his way to the
door, pressing the door bell on he way. His stomach
was going crazy, he didnt know it was possible to be
this nervous. After a few seconds of waiting, the door
opened, and Justin was standing in front him. He was
wearing a tight wife beater nearly strangling his
manly body, and a pair of blue shorts.

"So are you gonna come in or stand out there all
night?" boomed Justins voice.

"Ha, thanks. Its just i realized looking at you, i
mean looking at what you're wearing, that i didnt
bring any workout clothes." said Jesse as he walked
into Justins house.

"Oh, no problem. Go into the gym right that way, and
ill go get you something to throw on. Ill be right
back." replied Justin and turned away into a room
Jesse assumed was his bedroom.

Jesse turned into the room Justin had pointed out as
his gym. Wow, this was impressive. Justin had almost a
full sized gym, every weight machine imaginable. No
wonder Justin was in such amazing shape Jesse thought.
He still could not get his mind around the fact that
he was standing in Justins gym, about to work out with
Justin Timberlake. As he poked around a while longer,
he noticed Justin was watching him from across the gym
holding some clothes in his hand.

"Like what you see?" asked Justin.

"Yea man, its awesome." answered Jesse, "those the
clothes?"

"Yea, throw them on" said Justin, and threw the
clothes at Jesse.

Jesse caught the wife beater and shorts Justin tossed
at him, and asked "Cool, wheres their a bathroom?"

"Bathroom?" questioned Justin.

"Yea, to change." replied Jesse.

"Just change here, what are you, 6 years old?"
remarked Justin.

Jesse got a bit red. He felt strange changing in front
of his idol, especially when he knew that his body was
not what it should be. He had no choice though, he
would seem like a weirdo if he insisted on changing in
a bathroom now, and he definitely didnt wanna make
that impression to Justin right off the bat. Jesse
began unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his soft,
naturally hairless chest and belly, and dropping the
shirt to the floor. He then proceeded to take of his
pants and let them drop to the floor, leaving his
skinny slightly hairy legs naked except for the grey
boxer-briefs he was wearing. He looked up a second,
and noticed Justin standing directly in front of him,
arms folded, biceps bulging, looking directly at him.

"Jeez, we have more work to do than i thought, you
dont have a freakin muscle on you." commented Justin.

"Well.." started Jesse.

"No no, no excuses, my girlfriend could probably kick
your ass, thats sad. Just get dressed, we have alot to
do tonight." interrupted Justin.

Jesse's stomach dropped, he could not believe Justin
had ripped into him like that, and they had just met.
Jesse knew his body wasnt up to Justins standards, but
he didnt think it was so bad, girls definitely seemed
to like it. Jesse pulled on the shorts, and pulled the
wife beater over his head. Everything was a bit to
big, but would work for today.

"Alright, ready to get started Jessica?" snapped
Justin.

"Uh yea.." responded Jesse, feeling smaller and
smaller.

"Lets start with some ab workouts, you obviously need
those." said Justin condescendingly, as he walked by
Jesse, patting him on his soft belly.

Justin laid on the floor, stretched out, hands above
his head, bushy arm pits exposed. He then lifted both
his arms and his legs about 6 inches from the floor,
making every amazingly toned muscle in his body strain
and pertrude through his tight wife beater.

"Ok, you do the same thing, and hold the position till
i say so." ordered Justin.

Jesse lowered himself to the floor, and imitated
Justins position. At first Jesse thought to himself,
hey this isnt so bad. But after a few seconds he felt
his abdominal muscles start to burn, and by the time
he heard Justin count up to 23, he started lower his
legs and arms.

:"Cmon Jessica, keep those legs up, its been 23
seconds." yelled Justin.

Jesse tried to lift his legs and arms, and halfway
managed to do so. After a few seconds every muscle in
Jesses body began to shake, and Jesse let out several
moans of pain. Jesse could not control his body any
longer, he let out a gasp, and let his arms and leg
drop with a thump to the floor.

"What a pussy." said Justin under his breath and
jumped to his feet.

"UP!" commanded Justin.

Jesse was stretched out on the floor, arms stretched
above his shoulders, eyes shut, mouth open gasping for
breath.

"UP BITCH!" yelled Justin a second later, kicking
Jesse on the side of the stomach.

Jesse turned in pain, and made his way to his feet.

"How pathetic, lets see if your biceps are any less
embarrassing." said Justin, and moved his way over to
a pull up bar

Jesse was still in shock. The combination of the pain
he was feeling, and the embarassment and amazement at
the way Justin was treating him, made the experience
completely surreal. He followed Justin, not knowing
what else to do.

Justin jumped and grabbed onto the pull-up bar,
adjusted his hands, and started the work out. He did
one, two, five, eleven, nineteen...with what seemed no
effort at all. His biceps bulged every time he pulled
himself up, and his chest became tense, and threatened
to burst through his wife beater. Before Jesse could
start to shake off the pain and embarassment of the
prior exercise, Justin was done with his first set of
30 pull-ups, and jumped down off the bar.

"Your turn" barked Justin.

Jesse moved toward the bar, and hopped, grabbing on
with both hands. He knew he had to do this, he coudlnt
allow himself to fuck up again. Jesse managed to do
the first pull up, his arms straining, and was quite
happy with himself. The second one was a bit more
difficult, but he pulled himself over the bar. Half
way up the third pull-up, his arms gave out, and he
dropped down to a full hanging position.

"CMON!" screamed Justin. "If you dont do at least 10,
you're gonna regret it."

Jesse didnt know what Justin meant, and he didnt wanna
find out. He put every once of strength he had into
trying to pull himself up over that fucking bar, but
it was impossible. Before he knew what had happened,
Justin had punched him right in the gut.

"THREE!" yelled out Justin. "OK, is four gonna be a
punch or a pull up?"

He could not believe this happening, Justin was
punching him while he was hanging on a pull up bar,
his body exposed and vulnerable. Jesse did not know
what he should do. Should he jump off and try to fight
back? Should he say something? Should he just try to
do the pull-ups, after all, this was probably just
some strange form of motivation Justin was applying.
He started trying to pull himself up again, when
another knuckle pounded into his already hurtin abs.

"FOUR!" barked Justin...."FIVE!, SIX!, SEVEN!" as he
let loose with a barrage of punches on the younger
mans soft midsection.

By the time Justin got to his eighth punishment on
Jesses exposed abs, Jesse fell to the floor, crumbling
at Justins feet, grabbing his stomach in pain, tears
forming in his eyes. He had never been in so much pain
in his life, the combination of the physical hurt of
both the workout and the pounding by Justin, with the
emotional pain of being humiliated by his idol were
too much for Jesse to take.

Jesse looked up to find Justin towering above him,
with a smirk on his face. What was Justin going to do?
Was he going to kick his ass? thought Jesse to
himself. How fucking embarrassing, crying in Justin
Timberlakes gym. This cant actually be happening.
Before he could embarrass himself anymore there on the
floor, Justin yelled his next command.

"Alright Pussy, bench press time" he said.

So many feelings were mounting inside of Jesse, part
of him was flaming mad, wanting to kick Justin's ass,
even though he knew he couldnt. Another part was
embarrassed and so ashamed of what was going on, and
yet another part, the part he couldnt seem to
understand, was somewhat turned on by the humiliation.
Something about having the biggest super star in the
world strip away his dignity got his juices flowing.
This feeling just confused Jesse even more as he
watched Justin mount an insane amount of weights onto
the bench press bar, and lay down on the bench.

"Get over here and spot me, im trying a new weight."
ordered Justin.

Jesse brought himself to his feet and walked over, his
whole body in pain, to the front of the bench,
standing over Justin. Justin let out a loud grunt and
powered threw the first few repetitions of bench
presses, his chest rippling and nearly bursting
through his wife beater. To Jesse's surprise, by the
fifth rep, Justin was starting to struggle, his arms
shaking, and his face becoming red, the new weight
must have been a bit too much for the superstar. Jesse
was focusing on Justins powerful upper body when he
heard him shout.

"Grab the bar! Its too much!" yelled Justin
desperately.

Instinctively Jesse grabbed the bar, and started
helping Justin lead it back to where it normally
rested, but something, something he could not fully
explain caused him to pause and hold the heavy ass bar
over his Idols body.

"What the fuck are you doing!" screamed Justin with a
look of fear in his eyes.

Jesse realized, now he was in control. And with that,
he let the bar go, watching it fall as Justin
attempted to keep it from crushing his body, making a
loud thump as it landed on Justins massive chest
relatively hard.

"AHhhhh" cried out Justin.

"Now its my turn bitch.' said Jesse coldly as he
watched Justins body buck like a wild stalion trying
to free itself from under the weight of the bar. Jesse
looked right into Justins eyes, sensing the intense
fear and anger the pop star was simultaneously
feeling. It made Jesse feel powerful, very powerful.
The bar was just heavy enough for Justin to not be
able to escape its weight, but not so heavy that it
was endangering Justin.

"Time for you to cry me a river Timberlake" said Jesse
as he grabbed Justin's hair, "this is going to be
fun...."