Date: Tue, 3 Sep 2013 09:21:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Justin Levatin <justinlevatin@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ruling Taylor: Lesson Three

Lesson Three: The Loss of Self Identity

It felt very early in the morning the next time Justin came down to see
Taylor in a pair of purple leather shorts. However, Taylor no longer knew
what time it was or even the day. Justin did not say anything as he opened
the cage and went over to change Taylor. After a fresh diaper, Taylor sat
up and asked, "Are you okay, Master Bieber?"

"I'm just in the process of writing a new song, my boy."

"Can I hear it, Sir?" Taylor suddenly felt eager.

"No."

Taylor frowned.

"It is time for a bit more training." Justin yanked Taylor down from the
table. He took him to the other side of the room passed the
stairway. Taylor had never known there was an area over there. It was only
big enough for a chair. Justin sat him down in it and strapped his arms and
legs into the unmovable chair. Taylor didn't fight against it.

Justin went around the corner for a moment and came back with a black
velvet bag with a pullstring. He put it down and opened the diaper back
up. He grabbed the bag and pulled out a plastic decive Taylor was
unfamiliar with. Justin pulled the ring part around Taylors cock and
balls. It didn't restrict the bloodflow. Then, he connected the plastic
parts he slid over Taylor's cock with the ring. It had a few holes in it
around his tip. "C is for Chastity. This will keep you from being able to
get too excited without pain." It was a perfect fit for Taylor's limp cock,
making Taylor afraid to get hard. Justin put a lock on the connecting part
of the tube to the ring.

The new development frightened Taylor a lot. He was afraid to get
excited. He was even more dependent on Justin so long as he had a key
Taylor needed.

"Who are you?" Justin asked suddenly. It seemed an odd and random question.

Even as he said "Taylor" he knew he was falling into a trap.

Justin reached in the bag and pulled out a clip. He applied it to Taylor's
nipple. Instant pain rushed from it to Taylor's mind. He grunted.

"Who was your favorite co-star?"

"Do I have to answer, Sir?"

Justin clipped Taylor's other nipple.

Taylor groaned. "Are there any correct answers.

"When you find them."

Justin continued to ask Taylor questions. Clips were added to his balls,
ears, and finally his lips were pinned shut.

Taylor was left alone without a word. His mind raced, wondering how he
could have answered to not get in his painful mess. Every question had been
about something in his life. Perhaps Justin was giving him the lesson
without telling him what is was.

A projector above Taylor turned on and lit the wall across from him. A
youtube video came up. It started to play. "Still no news on Taylor
Lautner's whereabouts after the note he left in his house. He must have
been serious about taking a break from it all. We will miss you until you
return, Taylor."

What was the note? Had he really written it?

The projection changed to a picture of the note. It was clearly in Taylor's
handwriting. How was it even possible, though? It had been something Taylor
had thought about doing. How had Bieber convinced him to do this?

A slideshow of Justin Bieber pictures with messages start to show in the
wall. The first one said "Desire this!" with a picture of Justin holding
onto the collar of his jacket. The second said "Worship this!" with the
picture of when Justin was shirtless in the hospital, reminding Taylor of
the fact that Justin had learned something in there that he had used
against him. The third said "This is your Master" and had a picture of
Justin in a red shirt, looking very cute and innocent

"You are ironic now?" Taylor asked aloud.

The last picture was a picture of Justin shirtless and sweaty at a
concert. It told Taylor that he was no longer a person, but rather a slave
to Master Bieber. It was the note that told Taylor what he had done
wrong. He was no longer aloud to be himself. He only belonged to Justin
now.

Justin came back downstairs with a cup of water, scissors, a razor, and
shaving cream. So many questions were on the tip of Taylor's tongue, but he
didn't dare as a single one. The Justin Bieber slide show continued as
Justin squirted the shaving cream into his hand. He spread it over Taylor's
chest. The cream was cold against Taylor's skin, making him squirm a
little.

Removing the clip on Taylor's mouth, Justin asked, "Who are you?"

"Nobody, Sir."

Justin took a clip off Taylor's balls. "And?"

"Your slave, Sir," Taylor's voice droned.

Justin took another clip off Taylor's balls. The pain started to ease. But,
his balls were starting to feel a bit numb at the same time.

The razor slid up Taylor's stomach and chest. Justin sloshed it around in
the water. It took another stripe. Somehow, the feeling was the second best
to when Justin washed Taylor's hair. It was way better than being
waxed. Justin moved the clips around as he shaved around Taylor's
nipples. It caused Taylor to groan.

After Taylor's chest and stomach were cleared of hair, Justin started to
cut Taylor's pubes. Taylor watched helplessly as his pubes became a short,
stubble over his cock took place of the hairy mess he once had. His manhood
was quickly disappearing as Justin asked him questions and removed all the
clips from his balls. Then, Justin rubbed more shaving cream on Taylor. His
balls and above his chastity-clad cock this time. Taylor sat very still as
Justin slowly shaved him, afraid he might cut him. Taylor prayed that
wouldn't happen. Justin was careful with Taylor and didn't cut him.

Taylor's legs were next. He was ready to protest. That was just too
much. But he kept quiet, knowing that there were too many ways Master
Bieber could torture him now.

"If you could have one wish, what would it be, slave?" Justin asked as he
slid the razor up Taylor's shin.

"To give my master a little bit of pleasure," Taylor answered and found he
was really feeling that he truly wanted that, still thinking about his
desire to kiss and lick Justin's torso.

Justin continued to shave his legs. After one was completely shaved, he
looked up. "How would you do that?"

"Any way you asked me to, but I really want to kiss your body."

The light-brown-headed boy moved to the other leg and started cleaning it
of its hair. "I think that can be arranged. You have been pretty good today
and have learned today's lesson."

"Thank you, Sir."

After Justin finished, he left the room with everything he had brought down
with him. Taylor felt a bit relieved because he still had his armpit hair
and the hair on his head.

Justin returned with a small container. "When I set you free, you need to
stay here until I tell you to come over to the futon, understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

Taylor realized that it was the first big test Master Bieber was putting
him through. He was suddenly free and could have jumped up and left if he
wanted to. But, his desire to taste Master Bieber's skin was almost too
overwhelming for him to not run over as soon as he told him he was ready.

"Come on, boy."

Taylor rushed over to his master. There were about ten pieces of sushi
spread across Justin's body. One on his neck. One on each of his
nipples. One on each of his v-lines. One on the center of his chest. Three
lining down his abs. And the last one was right at the band of his purple
leather shorts.

"May I, Sir?"

"Yes."

Taylor sat up on his knees and took the first one off of Justin's
neck. After he ate it, he licked across Justin's neck. He moved down and
took the one from the center of Justin's chest, really making his lips
scrape across Justin's body. He moved down the line of his abs. Taylor
moved back up and took off of Justin's nipples. He sucked on each for a
little bit of time before he moved back down, leaving them both completely
hard and even tinier than they were before.

Taylor took his time on Justin's v-lines, really licking the groove they
made. He kissed up and down them. Justin's breath started to speed
up. Taylor moved his head to the last piece over Justin's shorts. He took
it and chewed it slowly as he looked up at his Master, not quite looking
him in the eyes.

"If you can get them down with your teeth, you can get a taste."

Taylor grabbed onto the leather with his teeth and yanked it down as hard
as he could. Justin moved his hips up a bit so that the shorts would slide
down his thighs. Justin's hard cock popped out and slapped against his
body. His pubes were trimmed up. Taylor leaned over and licked from the
base of Justin's cock up seven inches to the tip. It was as wide as
Taylor's tongue. He paid careful attention to the bottom side of the tip of
Justin's cock. His master moaned softly. Taylor was actually pleasing his
master. It started to excite him, but pain quickly made him go soft
again. The pressure of the chastity device hurt without much excitement.

Licking the piss slit, Taylor was able to put the whole thing in his mouth
when it popped up enough. Taylor hungrily sucked on the head, sliding his
tongue all over Justin's head. Justin's breath was even faster as his body
pulled up. He grabbed Taylor's head and shot huge streams of jizz into his
mouth. Taylor quickly swallowed it down, knowing it was what Justin was
wanting him to do.

"Oh shit. You're a bit too good at that, boy."

Taylor smiled as a bit of cum dribbled down his jaw.

Justin grabbed a pillow and blanket and spread out on the futon. He removed
his shorts and got under the blanket. "You sleep down there." Justin
pointed to the floor.

"I understand, Sir." Taylor couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Even though it felt early to be going to sleep, Taylor lied down on the
leather shorts and drifted off.