A Tale of Two Boybands 4

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) and is purely written for the sole purpose of entertainment and enjoyment. 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. This story does not imply anything about the sexuality of the person(s) involved. And if you're 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 Notes:

Congratulations to the Sacramento Kings for beating the LA Lakers in Game 3. Thank you to everyone so much for flooding my email box. Special thanks to JM of "Brian and Justin" fame. Stories that I have recently read and think you should check out: "A Love Like This", "This I Promise You", "Utopia", "Carson and Justin", and of course many more. Also check out these lovely titles by my fellow women writers, "Intimate Stranger", "Justin's Secrets", and "Now or Never". And last, but not least, read my new best friend's story, "My Lance".



Brian woke up to the sound of people talking out loud. He got up and quickly got dressed, skipping his usual morning shower to see what was going on. He walked down the hall and stopped by Kevin's room, from which laughter emitted. He walked in and was immediately greeted by Howie, who led him further inside the luxury suite where everyone had gathered around a coffee table.

"You're not going to like this." Howie whispered into Brian's ear.

"Why is everyone so cheery today? Did we regain the number spot on Bilboards?" Brian asked.

"No." Nick answered, wide grin encompassed his face. "Even better, we just scored ourselves 25 a piece."

"What do you mean?" Brian asked, still perplexed.

"Apparently, word got out that we were holding the Justin Timberlake hostage. Late last night, I met with Billy Riley who offered me 125 grand on the spot for Justin." AJ explained.

No wonder no one noticed I was missing all night, Brian thought.

"And?" Brian asked, anger already building inside.

"And of course, I took it." AJ said, sipping his coffee.

"Are you out of your mind, AJ?!" Brian shrieked. "That man has a wrap sheet longer than the list of boy bands in Europe. Not to mention, it includes rape and attempted murder."

"Hah..that's funny." Nick giggled.

"That isn't funny." Kevin said, finally. "Remember the time he tried to take you out."

"Chill, man." Nick said to Kevin.

Brian couldn't believe that his bandmates had given the key to unlock the building in which Justin was held to some sadistic psychopath. Sure, Justin was a member of the rival band, but that did not by all means justify their actions, even if 125 grand was involved. Brian did not wait for AJ's explanation. He stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind. He returned to his room and got his keys. He was going to release Justin, whether they liked it or not.

Like the day before, Justin felt the sunrays crash down on his skin. He was getting used to his environment by now. His body had adjusted very well to the situation. Justin heard the crackling sounds of chains. The door squeaked open and Justin smiled. He had waited for what seemed like forever to be with Brian again, his new guardian angel. He heard the footsteps approached him, but they did not sound the same. The footsteps sounded heavier as if the man was three times larger than Brian. It was Billy Riley.

Billy kneeled down by Justin. Instead of helping him up, Billy grazed his hand over Justin's baby soft face. The touch of the Billy's hand across his face sent chills down his spine. Justin was immediately able to detect the difference in touch. Billy lowered his hand down onto Justin's crotch and with one quick force he squeezed Justin's penis under his jeans. Using his body as the only weapon, Justin pushed Billy off of him. He tried to crawl away, but was dragged back by his legs. Billy flipped the bound boy over and pinned him onto the cold floor with his strong legs. Although blindfolded, Justin could sense what was going on. He heard ruffling of fabric as Billy stripped above him. Once Billy was only in boxers, he ripped Justin's shirt right off him and shredded the wifebeater as well. Billy wasted no time as his hands found their way to Justin's jeans, yanking off the jeans and breaking the zipper in the process all the while Justin was struggling to get loose underneath him. Justin tried his best to fight off his attacker, however, being bound and blindfolded made it an impossible task. He heard the ripping of fabric- his own boxer-briefs. Billy dove his hand into the rip of the briefs and seized Justin's penis. Justin let a silent cry slip past his lips as a teardrop fell down his cheek. His virginity was minutes away from being stripped away by a complete stranger. He was being raped and there was not a single thing he could do about it.

Suddenly, the nightmare ended. Justin heard a loud thud as Billy's 300 pound muscle bound body crashed to the floor. Red was all he could see when he realized that he was no longer blindfolded. He opened his eyes slowly, afraid of what he might have to face. It was Brian. Justin smiled at the mere sight of Brian's vague image. Soon the smile disappeared as Brian retrieved a knife from behind.

"Please, Brian, please don't." Justin cried.

Brian ignored Justin's cries and flipped the boy over on his stomach. With one quick movement, he cut the rope that had kept Justin bound against his will.

"Justin, are you okay?" Brian asked.

Justin did not respond to Brian's question. He pushed Brian off to the side and crawled toward Billy's body on the floor. During the whole time, Brian had forgotten that Billy was on the floor.

"Is he, is he dead?" Justin asked, looking up at Brian.

Brian walked toward Billy's body on the ground when the door suddenly swung open, emitting a glare of light, lighting up the entire building. Kevin's jaw dropped at the sight of Justin, barely clothed in his ripped boxer-briefs, on the floor. He couldn't help but notice Justin's balls doing a "peek-a-boo" through the rip in his briefs or the jiggling movements inside his briefs either. Kevin smiled to himself as Brian helped Justin off the floor and led himself outside for the first time in days to meet the sun and sky. He helped Justin with his walking as his legs had cramped against his will. He helped Justin to the car and placed the weak boy against the car. He opened the back door and set Justin inside. He rounded the car and stopped in front of his cousin.

"Give me your keys." Brian demanded of his cousin.

"No way in hell am I going to give you the keys to my car. I paid over $30, 000 for that thing." Kevin told his cousin.

"Please, Kevin. I have to return him to his band."

"You know we can't do that- not until Tuesday. It'll ruin the plan." Kevin said.

"What fuckin plan?! Last time I remembered it didn't involve Justin being raped by some sadistic psychopath either. Now, give me the keys." Brian's eyes began to well up with tears. "Please."

"No." Kevin said.

Kevin pushed his cousin to the side and made his way to the driver seat when his cellular phone began pulsating against his thigh. He retrieved his phone from his pants pocket and answered it.

"Kevin." JC said, softly as if afraid to let others hear.

"JC, how are you?" Kevin asked his ex-lover.

"Not good. Not good at all. I can't get Justin off my mind. I can't do anything right. I can't focus on anything. Justin has preoccupied my mind every minute of every hour for the past couple of days. Every time I think of him I think about the argument we had. If anything happens to him, it'll all be my fault."

"Stop saying that." Kevin snapped. "It's not your fault. You didn't do anything wrong. You tried your best to protect him. It's not your fault, you hear?"

"Kevin, I'm dying here without seeing his face. I am finding it harder and harder going about every day business when I know that Justin's out there somewhere all by himself."

"JC." Kevin took a deep sigh before continuing, "I have a present for you."

"I don't care."

"Listen to me. You return to being the control freak of a leader that you are that I so admire and adore and I promise I'll hand deliver your present to you. Please listen for my phone call." Kevin said.

JC nodded as if Kevin could see him and then hung up. Kevin turned off his cellular phone at the sound of the dial tone. He looked at Brian and then at Justin, who was resting inside the car. He loved and cared for Brian, but when his cousin begged him to return Justin, he reluctantly denied. However, as soon as he heard the pain JC was going through, he easily succumbed to his weak emotional heart.

"Aren't you getting in the car?" Kevin asked his cousin. "If AJ and the boys arrive, I'm afraid I'll have to deliver Justin in a silver platter to them, which I'm very inclined on doing if you keep that face up of yours."

Brian jumped up with joy like a little toddler and hugged his cousin before climbing into the car. As he settled down into the passenger seat, Brian flashed a smile at his angel and Justin smiled back. Kevin turned on the ignition to the sound of "Bye, bye, bye" and soon turned it off immediately, which baffled both Brian and Justin. Kevin reached over Brian to open the glove compartment. From the glove compartment, he retrieved a brown paper bag. He walked out of the car and Brian followed him out.

"What are you doing?" Brian asked his cousin.

Kevin pushed Brian to the side and walked to back seat. He swung the door open. He got inside and approached Justin. Justin's eyes shot opened with fear as he saw what Kevin was holding in his hands.

"Give me your hand." Kevin said.

Justin looked over Kevin's shoulders and with his eyes he begged Brian to save him, again.

"Give me your hand, Justin." Kevin said, again.

Again, Justin refused. He shook his head, hiding his hands away from Kevin behind him, only to have his left arm yanked from behind. Kevin encircled his fingers around Justin's wrist and handcuffed him to the car. He got out of the car, shut the door behind, and returned to his seat at the driver position.

***There you have it...the another installment of "A Tale of Two Boy Bands". What is going to happen to Justin now? Will he get to LA in time for the Tonight Show? Thank you to everyone who emailed me after my begging. Your emails make my day and enjoy reading every one of them. So, please continue to email me! I'd love to hear comments and feedbacks and please no hate mail. This is not a teenybopper site and I don't expect to read them either. ThanksJ