Date: Wed, 22 Nov 2000 12:26:57 -0800 From: Piper Subject: Who Do You Love - 3 Series: Who Do You Love? Part 3 Author: Piper Genre: Boybands (NSYNC), MMMM (yummy! LOL) Rating: PG to NC-17 NOTICE: This story is inappropriate and illegal for minors. If you're not yet 18, please leave the Nifty Archive promptly. Homophobes, you'd wanna follow the minors - all the way outta the Archive. DISCLAIMER: I haven't a clue about the actual lives or feelings of anyone I mention in my story. The tale I tell is exactly that: a tale - fiction, fantasy, farce. Get over it! Thanks WARNING: This is something I should have done earlier, but I kinda wanted to trick you all into starting my story without a generalized genre code making up your mind for you. But now that you know there are fetishes in this story, I will be a tad more forthcoming. This story's purpose is to assign each of the guys from Nsync an interest in some degree of fetishist behavior. Some fetishes are mild (like Joey's voyeurism and Justin's exhibitionism), while others are more extreme (like their new shared interest in golden showers/water sports). Rest assured however, there will be more fetishes and all five of them get into the mix eventually. This story is more about opening them up and freeing their burdens with their minds (and, of course, how damned FUNNY that all sounds!) So, keep that salt handy, you'll need quite a few grains to get through this chapter. No, I'm not telling you what fetish(es) you will find. That's you're job! LOL EDITOR'S NOTE: No one mentioned that the sweat-shorts on Justin in Chapter one became sweat-pants in Chapter two. Hehe That was mighty sweet of ya'll! Also, no one mentioned this but it did cross my mind and I don't have a good explanation for it so I'm gonna pretend like I never thought of it after this, ok? Where in the heck are the bus driver and security in this story? I mean seriously. Like they would play hacky in a public park without 37 body guards - sure, I believe that. Oh well, lucky for me I write fiction. It just reinforces the non-factual essence of my story! LOL So, forget about the muscle and the chauffeur, k? Cool. Thanks. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: I have many thanks to give to the kind people who helped me in this last week. (You all know who you are because I've thanked you all personally!) I get it now! ( : LOL - Thanks, Piper DEDICATION: To Red, I AM writing a JC and Justin story! LOL - I love you! Thanks for everything! - Piper Sorry that was so long. Hadda do it! Here's the story. ******************************************************* WHO DO YOU LOVE? 3: Dirty Laundry As Justin's tongue flicked and licked its way across Joey's exposed flesh, his moans of pleasure co-mingled with the enraptured Italian's and a calm satisfaction overcame him. Things were going better than Justin had planned! Justin knew Joey was on the bus jacking off, but he didn't know that Joey was doing this in the bathroom. He assumed, incorrectly, that Joey would jack in his bunk. Justin had planned to piss first and then "spring" himself on an unsuspecting Joey with nowhere to run. But the way things turned out were lots better than he imagined. Especially the water sports angle! Justin had known Joey was a voyeur, but this - wow - this turn on was more radical, more extreme, and definitely more exciting. Justin realized with a chuckle that he too must now be a golden showers fan, considering how much fun he had splashing for Joey. "What's so funny Jus?" Joey mumbled, tensing with insecurity. Justin reached his left hand out to cradle Joey's smiling face and responded with a question of his own, "Other than the fact that cleaning you up was pointless?" "Whaddaya mean?" Joey was perplexed. The man he had spent hours upon hours watching and fantasizing about had finally come to him - hell, almost came with him - but now was sounding regretful. A million terrifying images of rejections sprinted across Joey's mind as he scanned Justin from head to knees (he's kneeling, remember), looking for a sign that would confirm his fears. But he couldn't find one. In fact, Justin's hand continued to fly rapidly up and down his throbbing shaft and breath still panted lustily from between his lips. The brilliant blue orbs that stared softly at Joey were the epitome of sincerity, transparent with truth. But Joey's eyes darkened with fear and again, we are reminded of Joe's adorable knack for missing the obvious. Justin simply smiled and slid his thumb into Joey's hot, moist mouth. He had reached that pinnacle moment right before ejaculation and his cock couldn't have been any harder. It pulsed and strained beneath his pumping grip and then he shot off like a cannon. "Oh fuck yeah Joey. Yeah. YEAH. OHFUCKYEAH! FUCK YEAH! FUCKYEAHFUCKYEAHFUCKYEAH! Joeeeeeeeey!" Just as he has suspected, Joey was once again showered with sticky sperm. The rhetorical light bulb lit above Joey's head and Justin immediately saw the enlightenment brighten Joey's eyes. The lively and seductive pair looked much more familiar now. Justin was very pleased. He matched Joey's goofy smile and whispered, "Well. It's not like I mind cleaning you up again." Joey leaned back with a deep satisfied sigh and replied, "Good. I'm glad." ----------------------------------------------- "Ancelyn, you look edible." "I do Josh?" Lance replied demurely and blushed. His mascara-laden eyelashes batted at JC in the reflection of the vanity's mirror. He watched JC's eyes glaze over and lips part before his tongue lashed out, liberally wetting them. Even in those baggy khaki's, Lance could see the outline of JC's hard cock forming. His own cock responded by twitching, but was constrained beneath Ancelyn's light pink silk panties. Absentmindedly, his left hand strayed to his crotch and he grasped his growing hardon through the sensual fabric. Then he felt his lover's hands encircle his right thigh. "I know you just put these sexy stockings on, love..." "No, no, no you don't!" Ancelyn squealed and batted JC's hands away from her leg. The transformation into Ancelyn was a wearily long process - one he would not allow his impatient lover to interrupt. "You get to do that LATER Josh. Now, be GOOD!" JC loved it when Ancelyn pouted. She looked so... ugh, fuckable! He couldn't help but smile. "OK, OK, OK." JC conceded, "You win Ancelyn." "But so do you lover..." Ancelyn purred as she puckered together her freshly painted lips and smacked the air in the direction of her lover. "So do you..." ----------------------------------------------- Justin didn't like to talk about his 'jeebies' so he didn't. Therefore, his friends, co-workers and co- habitants were unaware that he harbored this sporadic clairvoyance. It was almost ironic how blind Justin was to the power his 'jeebies' provided. For him, the 'jeebies' were just spoil sports. Although everyone else thought they had secrets, there really weren't any with Justin. He didn't burst any bubbles though, he just played along and let everyone maintain their own little preferred version of reality. Justin had known about Ancelyn's presence since Lance's audition. Neither Ancelyn nor JC's closeted affair with her had ever bothered Justin - he was too open-minded and easy-going for that judgmental crap. He wasn't quite sure when or how JC discovered Lance's secret, but he knew that they started fucking around the time Lance turned eighteen. When Justin's eighteenth birthday was right around the corner, his 'jeebies' showed him that JC was coming for him next. And they showed him that he would be sharing JC with Ancelyn. They were his 'jeebies' so he just assumed that was the way it had to be. And so that's the way it was. But now, he was so tired of being JC's bedroom bitch; so tired of the affair he knew JC continued to enjoy with Ancelyn; so tired of Chris' unrequited lust for JC that too often got satisfied by Busta, not Dani. He was ready for something altogether different. And he knew just how to get what he wanted. ---------------------------------------------- "Why does it have to be this way Josh?" "Shut up faggot. You know you like it." Sighing, Justin let his muscles momentarily relax. They ached from being bound tight in JC's restraints. But then JC's hand connected with the raw tender skin on his ass for the maybe thirty-sixth time in the past five minutes. Justin's muscles jumped taut under his sweat-slicked skin again - and again. Crying didn't deter JC. If anything, it seemed to turn him on more. It was harder to say all the things JC liked to hear if he was crying anyway. And for as long as he could remember, pleasing JC seemed to be the answer to all his questions, the fate and destiny he couldn't escape. This misperception clouded his judgment. "You're right Josh, I do love it. I love you. I'm sorry. Spank me harder..." ----------------------------------------------- "No Busta, stop!" Chris' high-pitched squeal was unmistakable. And, of course, Busta was Chris' cute little pug-faced Pug. But Justin thought he left Chris with the others back at the overcrowded bar he just left. He didn't expect to find Chris back on the tour bus so soon. He was just about to innocently call out Chris' name when Justin froze in his tracks, gulped in a mouthful of air and then quickly clamped a hand over his mouth to prevent gushes of laughter from escaping. "Busta, that tickles... Don't! No! Stop!" Chris continued with his high-pitched begging. With all his giggling, Justin was surprised Chris could talk at all. "Ooh Busta, you're askin' for it now!" And more giggles. Justin wondered if his imagination was running away with him - he could have such a dirty mind sometimes! But he didn't have to wait long to be assured he wasn't going insane. Chris' next words confirmed Justin's suspicions about his dear friend. Oh boy, did they... "OK Busta..." Chris resigned, "I just want you to know that you are one sick mother-fuckin' dog." /ohpleasenopleasedontbeasmotherfuckinsickasyourdog/ "But..." /ohnonobutsanddefinatelynobuttspleasechrisplease/ "...if you WANT to lick my ass dog, I'm getting tired of trying to stop you." Justin could barely contain his laughter as he tried desperately to get out of earshot before he heard, "Go right ahead Busta, lick all ya want..." The cool night air could not have come quick enough. Lance dressing as Ancelyn was one thing, but Chris resorting to a rimming from his dog was something else. Something else entirely. Man, he needed to hook Chris up with JC. Justin knew about Chris' long-time interest in JC as well as he knew that being so busy with himself and Ancelyn, JC never noticed Chris' undying affection. And he would be the perfect submissive bottom for Big Daddy too. It was on this night that Justin began to formulate his plan. He didn't realize at the time that it was a plan, but it was. It was a plan that would be put into action accidentally on a beautiful September morning, only moments after he shattered the nose of his arrogant, overbearing lover. Regardless of how he tried, Justin would be unsuccessful in his attempts to erase Chris' feverish whining to Busta from his memory. Chuckling, he walked back to the nightclub that he had just come out of not fifteen minutes before, and went inside. Where else was there to go? ---- end.3 ******************************************************* Love it? Hate it? Are you ambivalent? Awake even? Well, write me anyways, k? THANKS!