A Tale of Two Boybands 14


This is yet another story about those hunky boys of the Backstreet Boys and 'N Sync written by a straight woman. Therefore, please excuse my writings if they appear to be a bit screwed due to my lack of knowledge. This story is a work of FICTION (note the term FICTION- I can't stress this enough) and is purely written for the sole purpose of entertainment and enjoyment. Yes! Entertainment. That's all... think of it like a movie. You watch for entertainment and you read for entertainment. These events did not happen to the best of my knowledge and therefore actions taken in this story do not reflect the true nature of the characters involved (ie: JC is not really that psychotic or at least when he's not on something). This story does not imply anything about the sexuality of the person(s) involved. And if you're an underage teenie or do not wish to read about male/male sexual relationships, this is now the time to shut your lap-top as there will be sexual explicit scenes throughout. Proceed with your own risk. Enough with the warnings, now on with the story.

***Author's Note:

I have to reiterate one more time. This is a work of FICTION! I am a fan of drama. I like drama! Thank you to everyone who participated in the poll- not that it really matters since the story was written over a month ago. But thank you. I now have a better idea about my readers. I like author/reader interactions. So I encourage more emails from everyone. Ask anyone who has emailed me, I'm really a NICE person- honest. I don't bite. Oh, one more thing. Pray for me. I have a major exam next week. I need all the luck I can get. Okay enough of the gibberish and now the "A Tale of Two Boybands".



In the corner of his bedroom, a young man remained stationary to his chair in front of the computer much like many of us now, right? Brian had spent the last few hours, bidding feverishly for the infamous French toast, allegedly left half-eaten by none other than the heart-throbbing blonde crooner from his arch rival band. If Brian couldn't have him, a piece of bread with his saliva would just have to do (don't you all agree?). Brian had since sold his BMW car online to finance for the French toast that was rapidly reaching a lubricous amount with a $4,000,00 price tag. Brian, convinced he had secured his bid, took a break from the computer to relieve himself in his bathroom. He returned to his computer and was surprised to see the french toast had jumped another $1,000. Damn! Those teenyboppers! Can't I just have this. Brian increased his bid, only to be outbid yet, again.

"You have to be kidding right?"

Brian heard his band leader hissed against his neck. Brian turned around in his seat to face AJ. He looked around his room and located the rest of his bandmates. Nick was lying comfortably on the bed, clipping his fingernails. Howie was sitting on the windowsill. Kevin was hidden behind the curtains in a chair.

"What's wrong now, AJ?" Brian asked.

"You are bidding on that piece of trash, that's what's wrong." AJ answered.

"How much do you think my fingernail clippings will go for?" Nick asked, collecting his fingernail clippings in his palm.

"Sweetie, how many times must I remind you that until we are able to give you a brain transplant, that you keep your stupid remarks to a minimal?" AJ snapped at his young boyfriend.

"Sorry." Nick said. "I just thought we can make some money like they're making money off Justin's French toast."

"That's okay." AJ abandoned his boyfriend to continue his conversation with Brian. "Do you really think you're going out bid all those teenyboppers?"

"Why should you care?" Brian asked his bandmate.

"Because I know you don't have no fuckin' $4,000,000. How are you going to come up with that money? You know we still owe Lou money."

"I'll find a way."

"This is unbelievable. This is so fuckin' unbelievable! No wonder they're so popular right now." AJ threw his hands up in the air. "You had the opportunity to fuck him, but you rejected the offer. Now you're here in your room bidding on a half-eaten piece of French toast some DJ stole fetched from the trash can. You are unbelieveable, Brian. Do you know that? You are pathetic. I am so embarrassed to be even associated with you. What on earth are you going to do with a piece of bread? Culture the cells from his saliva and make yourself a few Justin clones so he can fuck whenever you want?"

"Actually, AJ, now that you mentioned, that isn't a bad idea." Brian said, sarcastically, returning to increase his bid when AJ was forced to yank the plug from the outlet.

"Return with us to the hotel, now, Brian! I'm not joking around anymore. If you don't, I'll make sure you and your cousin get kicked out of this group." AJ threatened.

He flashed a smile at his boyfriend and soon Nick joined him out the door. Howie and Kevin both comforted Brian a bit about his failed attempt to outbid the teenyboppers before they, too, left Brian alone. Brian pushed his computer off the table and grabbed his jacket to join his bandmates.


Chris meant every word he said to JC earlier in the day. When noon approached, he sent in Lance with a tray of food to Justin's room. JC stopped Lance in his tracks, asking if he could take the tray in. He wanted to apologize to him for his behavior earlier. More importantly, he wanted to see his angelic face, again. Lance wanted to submit to JC's pleading eyes, but when he saw Chris down the hallway, he told JC that he would talk to Justin and apologize for him. JC reluctantly let Lance's arm go.

Lance signaled Lonnie to leave his guarding post. He placed the tray on the floor and unlocked the master bolt to the room. The doorknob slowly turned. Afraid to see JC's flaring face, again, Justin immediately scrambled for the floor, landing hard on a pile of books pressed hard against his already sore crotch- JC's books that he would often leave behind in his room after his morning visit to wake him up. Justin moaned in pain as he grabbed his injured member and crawled his way behind the dresser. Lance heard Justin's painful cries and rushed to him. He only saw a pile of books on the floor and no sight of Justin.

"Justin. You alright?" Lance called out.

Justin breathed in a sigh of relief upon hearing his best friend's voice. He crawled his way from behind the dresser to greet Lance. Lance helped him onto the bed, brushing away the curls from his face.

"What happened there?" Lance asked. "I thought I heard a loud thud."

"I just fell out of bed." Justin answered sincerely. "And aggravated my sore."


"I thought you were JC." Justin said, lying back down on the bed.

"You know he feels real awful for his behavior." Lance said, lying on the bed next to his best friend.

"You seem to be defending JC a lot lately." Justin murmured.

"What was that?" Lance asked.

"Nothing." Justin said.

"No, I heard something." Lance said. "You're not like yourself lately. You seem very angry, even at me. Have I done something wrong?"

"Lance, of course, not."

"Then, why are you angry? Talk to me. Whenever I have a problem, you have always been there to console me. The least I can do is return the favor." Lance said.

"Lance, I can't really talk to you because it involves you."

"Then I have to know. So I can fix whatever is broken." Lance responded.

Justin sighed deeply. Lance was never going to let him off the hook now that he had told him that he was the source of his turmoil. Lance was becoming more frustrated and anxious, tearing at the sleeves of his shirt until the button snapped.

"Okay, okay. I'll tell you." Justin finally said, stopping Lance from ruining his nice Gucci shirt. "You don't know what you're doing destroying that shirt of yours." Justin paused to turn around to face Lance. "I saw you two."

"Me? Who did you see me with?" Lance asked, bewildered by Justin's accusations only to realize minutes later what Justin was referring to. "Oh." Lance finally uttered, before getting up on the bed. "It was nothing. I swear. I promised you that I would never come in between you two."

"Lance, you don't have to explain."

"No. I have to if this is what has been bothering you. JC was just being friendly. He noticed that I've been introverted ever since I reveal my sexuality. So, he asked me to dinner."

"To Le Bistro."

"Yes, Le Bistro."

"That's our little place whenever we come to LA."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"So nothing happened?"

"Absolutely nothing happened."

"But you wanted something to happen, right?"

"Maybe. I don't know. The point is that nothing happened. The date was so boring that I had to fake an stomach cramp to go to the restroom. I don't know how you can deal with him. JC might be hot."

"And talented."

"And talented, but he is the most boring individual that I know once you get to spend time with him. Justin," Lance returned to rest beside his best friend on the bed, "you can have him."

"So, nothing happened?"

"Nothing. You can now rest at night." Lance said, once more. "After our little date, I now know what I don't want in a relationship. He treated me like I was some child. Like I couldn't think or couldn't do anything for myself."

"Well, that's Josh, you know." Justin reminded Lance.


Several minutes of silent awkwardness consumed the two young best friends as they lay side by side on one bed. Both boys focused their attention on the ceiling above them, using their imagination to create images on the ceiling.

"I see a bear." Justin said, softly.

"What are you looking at? I see a horse." Lance responded.

"Lance, having you been seeing Toby lately again?" Justin smiled at his friend.

Lance couldn't help but smiled back at Justin's amazing smile. His smile had that effect on people. When Justin smiled, he brightened up the whole atmosphere surrounding him. That was just Justin. Oh, how Lance missed having Justin's presence with him night after night.

"So, what's up with you and Brian?" Lance asked at last after several more minutes of silent awkwardness.

"I don't know."

"You don't." Lance was surprised.

"I would if Josh wouldn't step in all the time."

"He's just trying to protect you." Lance said.

"From what? Brian? I don't get it, Lance. He can go off humping Kevin and I can't even be in the same vicinity as Brian let alone hug him." Justin sounded frustrated.

"Justin." Lance said, almost whispering. "If you eat your lunch like a good boy that I know you are, I can try to sneak you outside tonight."

"Really?" Justin nearly jumped out of bed in excitement. "You can. But what about Josh?"

"Don't mind him. Joey is going out tonight and I can convince him to take you along. Joey is just going to have to wait after JC's bedtime to leave, which isn't late anyway. What's JC's bedtime? 9 o'clock?" Lance explained.

"But we're not supposed to be going anywhere. That's what Chris said."

"I know, but there's a new club opening and you know, Joey. He has to be one of the first ones to grace the dance floor. He's going. I wasn't supposed to tell anyone, but I'm telling you now." Lance said. "Why don't you eat something and get ready for tonight."

"Thanks, Lance. You're my best bud." Justin said, wrapping his arms around Lance tightly.

"You're welcome." Lance couldn't help smiling at Justin's smile.

He got out of the bed and walked toward the door. In the corner of his eyes, he could see Justin already devouring his lunch. He walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. As he walked down the hallway, he was met with JC.

"Is he?" JC asked.

"Yes." Lance answered, smiling.


Evening approached and it was mealtime, again. Lance returned to Justin's room to fetch him. As expected, Justin was waiting patiently on the bed. He had freshened up and outfitted in his usual suave night attire- black leather pants with a slick shirt.

"Dinnertime." Lance said.

"Okay." Justin nodded as he got up and followed Lance to the dinning hall.

They reached the dinning hall and before they could take their seats at the table, JC leaped across the room to greet Justin, knocking Joey out of his seat. He wrapped his arms around the boy tightly.

"Justin, I'm so sorry." JC said.

"I know." Justin said. "I'm sorry, too, for behaving the way I did. I guess I deserved it for acting the way I did."

"No, I should not have overreacted that way."

"Okay, enough with the mushy scenes. You two keep it up, I'm going to have to vomit." Chris stood up, hugging Justin and dragging him to the table.


Later that night, JC began to let his thoughts run wild, again. Justin first occupied his mind. A smile crept on his face as he reminisced the time they spent earlier in the evening when suddenly Chris, Joey, and Lance excused themselves from the dinner table, leaving just him and Justin alone. They had a wonderful chat- talking about nothing at all really, but basketball and the upcoming tour. Later, Kevin appeared, taking Justin's place deep in his thoughts. Kevin kept creeping into his thoughts. JC felt ashamed by Kevin's betrayal. In JC's eyes, Kevin was only with him to blackmail him. He needed someone to talk to. As if it was an instant reflex, JC found himself hovering over his sleeping angel.

"Just, wake up. I need to talk to you about something." JC said, softly.

However, when Justin didn't wake up, he abandoned the effort. He looked at the nightstand and saw a bottle of antihistabs. JC should have known that he was coming down with something during this allergy season. Justin was always stricken with some illness, whether it be pneumonia or the plain seasonal allergies. This time, it was the allergies. The antihistamine had knocked him out dead. JC exited the room and moved forward to the next room. It was Joey's room. JC knocked on the door and when there was no answer, JC turned the doorknob. To his surprise, the door was not locked. He entered the room. JC saw the lanky arm hung lose off the bed. Fearing that Joey had been hurt, he rushed to the bed. He approached the bed, removing the covers to find a marionette doll of Joey sleeping. Joey was missing. Despite what Chris had said earlier, Joey couldn't fight the temptation. There was a new nightclub opening its doors tonight. Everyone was anyone would be there and you bet there would be a handful of Pamela Anderson Lee look-a-likes. Wherever there were hoochies like Pamela, Joey would be there. JC dashed out of Joey's room only to knock heads with Lance. Lance bounced off the floor and together, they barged into Chris's room. JC began tugging on Chris's sleeve. Soon, Chris woke up and found two of his bandmates looking down at him.

"What the fuck! Can't a guy have some sleep?" Chris shrieked.

"Chris, Joey's missing." Lance said.

"He's what?!"

"You hear him. Joey's missing. And I bet I know who knows where he is." JC said. "Now, get up. We have some Joey butt to kick."

As expected, Joey was found getting freaky on the dance floor, an all too familiar scene, as four pair of watchful eyes looked down from the upper level. They smiled graciously. It was too easy.

"Give the gentleman down on the floor with the flaming red hair two vodkas and a martini." AJ instructed the young waiter, licking his lips indicating that he was interested in other services the young stud could offer.

The waiter returned to AJ with free drinks for him and his bandmates and his phone number scratched on the napkin. He smiled and then left to deliver the drinks to Joey. The waiter handed Joey the drinks and Joey accepted them willingly. He looked up to the upper level and mouthed, "thank you", to his arch enemies. Somehow between the time Chris had warned them about the Backstreet Boys and the time he walked past the rope into the nightclub, he lost all senses of intelligence- the little that he had to begin with, which we all knew was very limited. Within an hour, Joey was wasted, dancing provocatively with every woman a walking distance from him. He grinded his crotch into theirs and rubbed their breasts. He became a classic frotteurism case as Mr. Hyde was let loose. Just as Kevin had informed earlier, Joey soon became more aggressive, groping the women even when they rejected his advances.

Joey threw one of the women against the wall and forced himself on top of her, ripping away her shirt when his face was met with a clenched fist and not any fist. It was JC. He was in his face, pulling him to the corner.

"What the hell you think you're doing?" JC demanded from Joey.

Joey threw up in front of JC, collapsing onto the floor right before JC's feet. JC bent down to pick up Joey. When he looked up, he was blinded in all directions by flashing camera. The tabloids had tracked them down and had been taking pictures of Joey's little flirtatious gig as well as JC arguing with Joey.

JC dropped Joey to the floor and knock the cameras away from the reporters' grasp. The reporters soon dispersed into the crowded nightclub. He returned to find Joey missing. Lance and Chris had stepped in to rescue Joey from further exploitation by the tabloid reporters. JC glanced up and saw Kevin sitting at an empty table all by himself. He climbed the stairs to the upper level and stopped in front of Kevin.

"Is anyone sitting here?" JC asked his one time lover.

"No. This seat is reserved for you." Kevin answered, seductively. "Have a seat."

JC looked around to see if Chris was still present at the nightclub. The coast was clear. He took the seat across from Kevin. And without even being asked, JC, did as many times before, released his troubles to Kevin. Kevin handed him a glass of phencyclidine adulterated martini. He spent hours at the nightclub drinking and recounting the events of the past few days and how the bizarre events had affected him emotionally and professionally. An hour had passed and still JC was not finished with his feelings. The three Backstreet Boys had since joined the two, however, JC was too drunk to even notice.

"Sounds like you've been stressed." Kevin said, taking another sip of his martini.

"I never felt so overwhelmed in my entire life." JC cried as he took another gulp of his fourth martini.

"JC, hon. I've known you forever. I know what is going. You've always looked out for everyone else. Maybe it's time for you to look after JC." Kevin said.

JC looked up. Confusion apparent on his drunken face.

"He's right. You should be looking after yourself." AJ added.

"Who are you?" asked JC.

"I'm AJ."

"Nice to meet you, AJ." JC extended his hand to greet AJ as if he had never seen the rival singer before.

"What does JC of 'N Sync want?" AJ asked.

"I can have everything, yet the only thing I ever wanted in life I can't have." JC answered, triggering a crying spell.

Kevin looked at the man he loved and still loved. He understood JC perfectly clear to want something that you couldn't have. It pained Kevin to see JC crying uncontrollably before him and his bandmates. He wanted the whole world to stop and for him to comfort JC, but that wouldn't happen so long as his bandmates were present.

"What can't you have?" AJ continued to probe. "What is it that you can't? I can help you get it if you tell me."

"I want Justin Timberlake!" JC shouted into AJ's face and slumped back down.

Kevin's eyes began to well up as JC cried some more.

"He's all I ever wanted." JC cried. "But I don't know if he wants me. Damn! Why do I have to feel this way about him?"

"Well, find out." AJ looked into JC's teary eyes. "You'll never know if you don't try. Who knows? Maybe he's been waiting all his life for his one true love, you. Maybe he's waiting for you right now in your room. Why waste your time on all of this madness? You're not Joey Fatone. You're JC Chasez, a man who takes charge of his own destiny."

JC sat in silence, trying his best to decipher what AJ just had said to him. All he remembered were AJ's last words. "JC, you're a man who takes charge of his own destiny." JC repeated to himself several more times.

AJ leaned next to Kevin and whispered, "It's time. Take him back to his place. We're going to see some action tonight. Fans might be able to accept Lance being gay, but how willing are they to accept both JC and Justin."

"But, AJ, Justin's not gay." Nick said.

"Trust me. He is." AJ said before making some quick phone calls to a well known tabloid photographer.

Kevin stood up on his feet and as he had done before when his relationship with JC first began, he helped JC out of the nightclub. He waved down a taxi-cab and helped JC into the cab. He sat down beside JC, cherishing the moment with JC in his arms, however awkward it was. JC snuggled tightly in his warm embrace. Kevin was starting to drift into a distant place far away from reality as JC breathed in and out against the crevice of his breasts. The moment soon ended when the taxi came to a halt in front of the hotel's entrance.

Immediately, Kevin was greeted by a photographer who followed Kevin and JC to the fifth floor. Kevin helped carry JC to his room. As he lay his lover on the bed, Kevin couldn't resist himself from stealing another kiss from JC's lips. He leaned over the young man and placed a soft kiss on his lips. He turned off the lights and made his way towards Justin's room. He heard muffling sounds as if someone was crying. He pressed his ear against the door. All Kevin could hear was Justin's cries and "Everything You Want" being faintly played in the background. As soon as the song ended, Justin would reach over to replay the song. He was starting to play this song as if it was his life anthem. It was now near 2am and he was still not getting any sleep. His allergies made it even harder to fall asleep. It was time to take another pill. At least with the anti-histaminic effects, he would be able to sleep. He reached for his anti-histamine when he noticed that he was out of water. He grabbed the bottle with only one pill left and headed out the door. Knowing JC, he would have gallons of water as his room was a brewing factory for coffee. JC had always been a fervent coffee drinker since his MMC days and his strong addiction was often evident in his highly energetic and often spastic performance.

Justin walked out of his room and without even looking ahead of him, he ran into Kevin in the hallway. Justin's bottom hit the carpeted floor with a loud bang along with his medicine bottle. Kevin watched intensely as the bottle slowly bounced a few times until the lid popped off. The pill. Kevin immediately dropped to the ground, picking up the bottle and replacing the allergy pill with similar looking pill containing the active ingredient, rohypnol. He then rushed to Justin and helped him up. Justin was so tired, he couldn't stand still on his own two feet. Kevin helped direct him to JC's room. He opened the door and let the boy slipped into the dark.

Justin didn't want to disturb JC's sleep since sleeping was as important to JC as writing and producing music and singing. Justin felt his way around the room in the dark. Eventually, he located the water cooler and poured himself a glass of water. He took the pill. Due to a few miscalculations by none other than Nick Carter himself, the pill was not potent enough to fully affect Justin's 6'1", 182lb body- yet again corroborating the notion surrounding dumb blondes. Although the so-called love drug was 1/10 tenth as potent as the ones being distributed in bars and nightclubs across America and Europe, being the virgin drug user that he was, Justin was able to feel the effects of the drug immediately. He fell to the ground, immediately feeling the sedative effects. He picked himself up and made his way to the door when he was stopped by JC's strong grip around his arm. JC swung the boy around so they could face each other.

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" JC asked.

"I just came in to get some water." Justin answered sincerely. Justin turned away. He could smell the alcohol still lingering on JC's breath. "JC, you're drunk. Let me help you back to bed."

Justin leaned into JC to help him, but was rejected. JC pushed Justin against the wall.

"Where the hell have you been?" JC yelled at his best friend.

"No where. I was in my room sleeping." Justin cried.

"Who did you see tonight?" JC demanded to know.

"No one." Justin lied. "Here, you're drunk. Let's just get you to bed, okay?"

Justin carried JC's drunken self to the bed. He lay him down on the bed and proceeded to take off his boots. The boots came off and soon did the jeans. After JC's jeans were removed, Justin crawled along JC's well-toned body to loosen his best friend's shirt when JC's strong hands suddenly grasped onto Justin's arms. JC rolled on top of Justin. He kissed Justin ferociously on the lips, while pinning him on the bed. Instead of meeting JC's tongues as before, Justin pushed JC off of him, which only forced JC to be more aggressive as JC tore away Justin's wifebeater. Justin rolled over and scrambled for the floor when JC pulled him towards him and slammed him against the headboard.

"JC, please stop. You're hurting me." Justin cried.

However, his cries were ignored as JC tore Justin's pajama bottoms in two pieces and proceeded to rape the angel he vowed to protect. JC had Justin pinned onto the bed with his strong legs on Justin's legs and his arms holding Justin's arms tightly to the bed. He was going to take charge of his own destiny, not realizing under the influence of the illicit drug that he was also taking charge of Justin's destiny as well.

"Please, don't." Justin begged, again, and again as he did many years ago. Justin closed his eyes and bit his lips down from releasing any painful cries. He had done it before and now he was forced to do it, again.

It was October of 1995. 'N Sync had just came together. A few months later, they were signed to Trans-Con Management headed by none other than Lou Pearlman. 'N Sync was making their first promotional appearance as a contractual singing quintet. The guys had already gotten suited in their performing attire, except Justin. Lynn had taken a wrong turn to the club, thus delaying her son's arrival to the club. As soon as Justin and his mother arrived at the club, Justin abandoned his mother. He located the rest of his bandmates, who directed him to a dressing room in the back.

The hallway leading to the room was completely dark as Justin recalled it. He had to feel his way to the room. Once he found the room marked with their name, he entered. He closed the door behind. Instantly, he noticed the bed in the middle of the large dressing room. He found it odd, but dismissed it. Afterall, it was a nightclub and perhaps, many of the patrons used the rooms. He walked around the room, looking for the matching sweat suits that his other bandmates were sporting. There was none for him. As he rummaged through the closet, a large shadow appeared from the back of the room. It was Lou.

"Oh, hi, Lou." Justin said, returning to his task at hand. "I can't seem to find my sweats."

"That's because you don't get to wear them." Lou breathed heavily on Justin's neck as he spoke.

Justin quickly turned around and walked away from Lou towards the bed.

"What do you mean?" Justin asked.

"Justin, I don't know if you've noticed it, but you're special."

"What about the others?"

"They're special, too." Lou answered, "But you're extra special. You just have this aura. You were a born to be a star."

"You really think so." Justin said, getting more comfortable with Lou's presence.

"I know so. I can just see it." Lou said, handing Justin a bag of clothes. "These are your clothes."

Justin nodded and took the bag. He dumped the contents of the bag on the bed. Falling out the bag was a pair of ripped denim jeans and a wifebeater. Justin looked baffled at his attire. They were nothing like his other bandmates. How could they look 'N Sync when he wore something different from everyone else?

"You wear them and the girls will just go wild." Lou said, sitting beside Justin on the bed.

"Lou, I don't know if it's such a good idea to wear something different. I mean I'm part of a group. I'm not a solo singer." Justin explained.

"Of course, you are. But you are the lead singer." Lou told Justin.

Justin looked Lou in the eyes and then returned his gaze to the clothes in his lap. He sat for a moment contemplating whether or not he should go out wearing something different from his bandmates. Just clothes. He thought to himself. He reluctantly agreed, getting up. He grabbed his clothes and proceeded to walk towards the bathroom in the back when Lou stopped him.

"Change here." Lou said, holding Justin in place. Justin just stared into Lou's eyes, trying to figure out what was going on. "Now." Lou said, releasing Justin's arm to take a seat on the bed.


"We don't have all day. Now get dressed." Lou told Justin.

Justin managed a weak smile. He turned around and found himself facing directly at the mirror. There was no escape. The sooner he changed his clothes the sooner he would be able to leave. He looked down at his feet, fidgeting with his leather belt that held his jeans in place. He abandoned the belt to find the bottom of his t-shirt. He grabbed on the shirt and pulled it over his head. In the corner of the mirror, Justin could see Lou touching himself. Justin was starting to cry, but forced his tears inside. He unbuckled his belt and then unzipped his jeans, allowing his jeans to fall to his knees and leaving his boxers on. He stepped out of the jeans and reached for the clothes on the table when Lou stopped him, again.

"Not yet." Lou said, grabbing the clothes from Justin. Lou stared down at the boy's crotch and licked his lips. "Your underwear now."

Justin shook his head, silently uttering his "no".

"Don't make me rip it off you, Justin. The underwear now." Lou said, again.

"No!" Justin shrieked, running past Lou.

Lou ran after Justin, slamming the door shut before Justin could escape. Trapped, Justin began to let the tears fall. He put his hands over his crotch, but it was pointless. Lou pried off Justin's hands and grabbed him around the waist. He dragged the boy to the bed and tossed him onto the bed, before pouncing on top of him. Justin continued to struggle against the large man. However, he was no match. Within minutes, Lou had Justin's boxers hanging off his finger.

"Please, don't." Justin begged.

"What's wrong, Justin? Everyone in this business eventually becomes gay. You're just getting a head start." Lou taunted.

He ignored the dewey-eyed youth. The ever-flowing tears did not seem to have an affect on his conscience. Justin begged Lou to stop his actions, but Lou persisted. He lowered his body on top of Justin's to attack the youth's nape when Justin bit Lou on the neck. Out of rage, Lou slapped Justin across the face, sending the boy flying across the room before rushing into the bathroom to tend the bite wound on his neck. After Lou had gone into the bathroom, Justin crawled to the nearest door. He entered and shut the door behind, holding onto the doorknob for dear life. He turned around to see the small room completely dark. Damn! It's the closet! Justin thought to himself. He maneuvered his body around as to lay his back against the door, still holding onto the doorknob. In the process of doing so, a box fell from the shelf and crashed onto the hard floor. Spiders burst out of the box and Justin continued to cry silently as the spiders crawled all over his bare body.

He waited for what seemed like hours when only an hour had gone by. Suddenly, he felt the doorknob turned. He continued to hold tighter, fighting with the outside perpetrator. It was useless. Justin's weak grip couldn't contend with JC's strong hands. The door opened slightly, pushing Justin forward into the hanging clothes. He buried his head into the clothes to hide from the perpetrator.

"Please, no more." Justin cried.

"Oh God! Justin!" JC shrieked upon seeing his young friend completely nude cuddled up in the closet. He knelt down beside Justin, breaking him away from the hanging clothes. JC's eyes soon welled up with tears when he looked into Justin's tearful eyes. "What happened to you? Who did this to you?" JC demanded every detail from Justin. Justin, however, did not reply to JC's onslaught of questions. He mumbled inaudibly, "I hate gays" and then buried his face in JC's chest and cried some more. He was too ashamed to discuss it with his best friend. Too angry with himself for letting this happen to him. JC had no choice but to hold onto the boy tightly in his arms. His hand caressed Justin's bare back. He kissed Justin on the forehead a few times, assuring him that it was okay now. He was here to protect him now. "It's okay. It's okay." JC whispered, stroking Justin's hair. "I'm here to protect you now. I'm not going let anyone hurt you. This I promise you. I will die before you hurt like this, again."

"JC, you promised me." Justin muffled softly to himself as JC finally fell asleep on top of him. JC's cock still lodged deep inside Justin. Justin waited for a few more minutes until he heard snoring in the room. JC was now deep in his sleep. Although weak, Justin did his best to push JC out of him. Then he slid off the bed. Still nude, he crawled across the floor to a safe corner blocked by the dresser, where he would remain until the sun rose to welcome in the new day.

***There you have it. Another shocking installment of "A Tale of Two Boybands". What happens now? What does the future lie for JC and Justin? I have prepared myself for another onslaught of emails. Bring it All to Me. I am ready. Again, like I said before, I am taking mental notes of the most asked questions. At the end of the story if you choose to follow this story to it's fateful end, I will explain all my little thoughts in my complicated little head. Until then, take care. And I hope that I didn't lose too many readers after this one. Remember, peeps, this is only FICTION. And obviously if you don't enjoy this story, you wouldn't be reading this right now. ThanksJ