Twenty-One

Disclaimer: Not real.
Rating:
NC-17. 
Summary:
Justin learns a lesson on his birthday.
Author's Notes
: Inspired by an event several years ago when out clubbing Justin got arrested and taken into custody by a fake cop hired by Chris.

Affiliations: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Little_Boy_Blue/ ; http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Ndecent_pleasures/ ; http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NSAngst/

 

 

 

Twenty-One
By Aphrodite Jan 2007

 

Twenty-one. He waited twenty-one years to be able to say to Chris, "I'm a full fledged adult in every right so you can't call me baby anymore". He waited twenty-one years to be able to say to Joey, "Take me with you to that the adult club on Mayfield and West where the strippers give head." He waited twenty-one years to be able to say to Lance, "Don't turn off that laptop yet. I want to check out gay-porn, too." He waited twenty-one years to be able to say to JC, "Fuck it! I'm going to get drunk because I can and you can't stop me."

It seemed like everyone was dreading this day, especially JC, and except Justin, of course. Chris, Joey, and Lance all came to terms that the baby was now a full grown man.  They couldn't call him baby anymore or ruffle his cute curls for he had shorn them a year ago to prove his progression from boy to man. They couldn't ignore his inquiring questions about all things sex and they sure as hell couldn't leave him behind when they were going to adult clubs. He was now one of the guys and JC scowled at the thought of his once innocent Justin inebriated dancing around the pole somewhere with hot naked women and men pressed up against him grabbing just about anything they could get their hands on.  They had all been to clubs before, sure the clubs weren't 21 and older nor were the clubs full of naked women either, but they had been to clubs before and Justin behaved himself every time they went although the same couldn't be said for the club patrons that had their eyes on the young heartthrob. Despite the pampering and sheltering, Justin had experienced many `adult' rites such as looking at `Playboy' and reading slash stories.  Of course these stories were often screened by Lance first before he would hand the boy copies of the stories. What worried JC the most was the fact that Justin could drink now. Having always been prohibited from drinking, JC was worried that Justin would take drinking to the extreme and what worried him even more was the fact that an inebriated Justin would let his guard down and would let go of his inhibitions. That scared JC more than anything. The idea of Justin out and about at some club, getting drunk and plastered, and hopping into some stranger's car to be raped and left for dead mortified him to no end that tonight instead of sleeping as usual, JC was concocting a plan to keep Justin in check.

He tiptoed his way across the hallway to Chris's room and invited himself in.  He woke Chris up and explained the details of the plan.  Chris thought the idea was "absolutely hilarious!  I can see the look on Baby Juju's face!"

Lance objected to the idea. "He's a man now, JC.  Let the kid grow up."

Joey, on the other hand, playfully patted his back.  "Sounds great.  What do you want me to do?"

And thus the plan was set in motion as JC switched the time three hours forward.

Before Justin could even open his eyes to say good-morning, JC was already bouncing on top of the boy, waking him up from his deep slumber. On the dresser was a bowl of `Captain Crunch' cereal drenched in milk. 

"Good-morning, baby," JC greeted with that goofy grin of his.

"What the fuck are you doing in my room- on my bed no less?!" the boy responded, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

"Bringing you breakfast, of course. Why? You don't like bed-and-breakfast, birthday boy?"

"Not this early in the morning," Justin mumbled, getting out of bed to use the bathroom. "And stop calling me, baby.  I'm a full-fledged..."

"adult," JC chimed in as Justin proceeded with his usual morning activities.  "But until midnight tonight, you're still not a full-fledged adult."

"I can't wait until the clock strikes midnight so that I get drunk and come home and puke in your face," the boy grumbled with a toothbrush shoved in his mouth.

"The imagery would be lovely, Just. I cannot wait."

"Fuck you, Josh."

And the door slammed shut in his face.

JC could feel the blood rising as he clenched both fists.  He wanted to just kick down the door and drag the boy out of the shower, naked for all he cared, and spanked the boy until his ass bleeds. However, he had to remain calm. He took several deep breaths and removed himself from the room because as always Justin would be skipping downstairs in no time with that million-dollar smile plastered on his face and blessing everyone with his presence. 

Like now.

"Good-morning, everyone!" Justin greeted his four best friends at the table. Everyone acknowledged his presence except for JC, who was busy reading the newspaper.  "Morning, Josh."

JC forced a smile and lowered his newspaper.  "Good-morning, sunshine.  How was breakfast?"

"Good as usual. Next time, don't put too much milk because I always have myself another glass and too much milk makes the cereal soggy."

"I'll make a note of that," JC responded, "again."

Chris all but laughed at the spectacle before him until JC silenced him with his signature glare.

"So, what are we going to do today?" Justin asked, taking a seat next to Lance. 

"I don't know. Do we have something going on today?" Chris asked.

Subconsciously, Justin pouted at Chris's response. Joey noticed and hit Chris on the back of his head. 

"What do you want to do today?" Joey asked.

"I want to go out tonight to celebrate my birthday," responded the boy.

"But Justin, your birthday isn't today," JC interjected.

"I know it isn't, Josh." Justin turned from JC to Joey.  "I want to go out tonight to ring in my birthday.  It will be fun.  Please Joey. I want to go to those clubs you are always raving about.  You know the clubs with those hot naked chicks dancing all over you."

Joey appeared to have shrunken several feet as JC stared him down. 

"Please, Joey."

"I don't know, baby. I don't think JC likes the idea very much."

"Why does it matter if Josh likes it or not?  I'm an adult now and I want to go out tonight and whether or not you take me I'm going out."

"Alright, already!" JC slammed his coffee mug on the table loud, startling the boy.  "Joey take him.  Just make sure he doesn't get drunk.  Tomorrow, we have an early interview." 

"Umm...does anyone want more coffee?"

"No, Lance!" Both JC and Justin snapped.

 

The sun was not even setting yet and Justin was already prepping for his night out and about town with the group's slut.  JC shuddered at the thought of Justin dipping his dick in every hole available. But JC had to remind himself that by the morning sun, Justin would learn his lesson about adult responsibilities.  JC just hoped that Joey would not lose control of himself and the plan unraveled before the end.

All dressed up in similar black suits- Joey in Armani, Justin in Yves Saint Laurent, the group's slut and baby hopped into Joey's chauffeur driven black Hummer and rode off into the night to JC's dismay. 

"Don't worry.  Everything will turn out right," Chris assured his best friend. 

"I hope so. He's not even 21 yet and just look at him.  Did you make the arrangement already?" JC asked.

"Everything's taken care of. This is a night that Baby JuJu will never forget."

 

 

The night began for the birthday boy at an 18 and older club because according to all the watches and clock in Joey's Hummer, it was still two hours until midnight.  For the first time, Justin felt out of place in his favorite hot-spots in his three-piece suit among the rabid college girls.  He was an adult now and suddenly the appeal wasn't there anymore. Nonetheless, he tried to have as much fun as possible, dancing with every girl in the house until Joey had to drag him out of the club so they could attend a club of Joey's liking. By the time they reached the `Ivory Club', a 21 and older gentlemen's club, it was midnight.  Joey timed their arrival down to the minute as they marched past the bouncers with Joey flashing his member's ID. The bouncer did stop the birthday boy, his flushed checks showing his glowing youth, but Joey informed the bouncer that the boy was now "a full fledge adult." The bouncer nodded at Justin and made way for the well dressed duo.  Joey was greeted left and right by waitresses and patrons alike as he made his way toward the reserved table by the stage where one of his favorite dancers was already on stage shaking her ass.  When she finished her number, he ushered her towards him and whispered into her ear.  She smiled and nodded.

The music started blaring out of the speakers, again.  The stripper started her erotic dance moves, peeling away article after article of clothing until there was nothing left to bare. Justin's eyes popped open as his jaws dropped.  This woman had the biggest tits he had ever seen, even bigger than his mother's, not that he had seen hers, but...As Justin was sizing up her breasts, a couple of scantily clad waitresses arrived at their table offering Justin drinks.  One even offered to personally deliver the drink to him by transferring the liquor from her mouth to his. Justin smiled and opened his mouth wide to receive the liquor and a little more as she shoved her tongue down his throat, nearly gagging him.  When the waitress was done transferring the liquor from her mouth to his, she removed herself from his lap to make room for the night's star. The stripper crawled on top of his lap and whispered seductively into his ear.  "Happy Birthday, Baby Boy." She murmured, biting his earlobe. 

Justin turned his head to thank her when she disappeared, sliding down to the floor between his legs.  She gave him a devious smirk and dipped her head between his legs. With one quick, expert maneuver, she had his cock in her mouth doing God knows what to make him moan and whimper aloud all the while both waitresses now continued to feed him alcohol.  By the end of the hour, Justin was so drunk, he was seeing stars as he climbed onto the stage and followed the stripper across the stage as another set of dancers graced the stage.  The stripper all but encouraged him, leading him forward with her finger.  Once their bodies met, the thrusting began and had it not been for another stripper groping the boy, Joey was sure the boy would have penetrated the stripper.  Joey had to pry him off the stripper, his cock still hanging out of his pants, as Joey carried him down.  Joey now understood why JC was so concerned over Justin getting drunk.  He was out of control. 

Despite the kicking and screaming and the occasion tear, Joey was able to drag the boy out of the club.  Once Justin was removed from the club, Joey returned inside the guarded club, leaving Justin alone to return to the waiting Hummer. 

"Fuck you, Joey!" Justin yelled out of frustration as he adjusted his suit, zipping up his pants and tucking in his shirt. 

Still heavily intoxicated, Justin stumbled his way toward the Hummer.  When he reached the Hummer, he braced himself against the vehicle and kicked the side a few times to warrant the driver to open the door.  The door remained locked.  Aggravated, Justin began to pound on the windows with his closed fist, cursing at the driver to go to hell.  The driver was unmoved.  The door remained locked and before Justin could attempt another series of fist pounding knocks, sirens broke lose in the background, followed by a blinding light.

"What the fuck?!" Justin responded to the light shone directly at his face.

"Don't move!  Face the vehicle!" Officer McArthur ordered.  "Put your hands over your head!"

Reluctantly, Justin raised his hands over his head and faced the vehicle.

"Spread your legs!" Officer McArthur commanded.  Justin turned around to look at the two officers and once, again, he was blinded.  "Spread your legs!" Now angrier than ever, Justin returned to his position facing the vehicle and spread his legs.  He stood there for several minutes in the middle of a cold January night.  The alcohol that had kept him warm no longer seemed to work as the January chills attacked every inch of his body. He swore he felt a snowflake landed on the bridge of his nose.  He was freezing and yet he stood until they told him otherwise after all these men were officers of the law and he didn't dare to defy them.  After several minutes had passed and Justin's legs were about to buckle under him, Officer McArthur spoke, again.

"Mason, check him."

Within seconds, Officer Mason was behind Justin, his breath on his neck.  He pressed his body against the boy's back to emphasize the gun holstered on his belt.  Then, he placed his large cold hands on the boy's waist and maneuvered his hands along his sides and across his chest and stomach.  He crouched down, wrapped his hands around the boy's ankles and slid his hands along the boy's inner thighs, grabbing muscled flesh as he moved along.  When he reached the boy's crotch, his hands lingered for a moment too long, making Justin hold his breath and then they disappeared.  Justin breathed in a sigh of relief.  Then just as quickly as he removed his hands, Officer Mason's hands returned. This time, he planted them firmly on the boy's hips and he pressed his body against the boy.  Justin closed his eyes and swallowed his anger.  Officer Mason moved his hands further until they rested over the boy's crotch.  And then the hands were gone and Justin opened his eyes.  "Wait a second.  Found something," Officer Mason announced, unzipping the boy's pants, and to Justin's horror shoved his hand inside.  The cold rough fingers scraped across the smooth phallus, stroking the organ, then finding the globular sacs and crushing them.  Justin bit down on his lips to prevent from crying as Officer Mason sexually assaulted him for several long minutes before yanking his hand out. 

"What did you find?" Officer McArthur asked, "You were in there for an eternity."

"Nothing.  Just cock and balls," laughed Officer Mason as he joined his partner. 

Justin glared at his reflection on the window. He could see his cock still hanging out of his pants, the head inflamed and red. Slowly, he lowered his hands to his crotch and tucked himself in, zipping up his pants. As the laughter rang louder into the night, Justin couldn't take it anymore. He was so humiliated by these men. He didn't care of these men were officers of the law. He was going to kill them. With clenched fists, he charged them, striking Officer Mason in the stomach and going after Officer McArthur.  Before he could land another fist, Officer Mason struck him from behind with a club and slammed him against the hood of their police car.  Handcuffs were quickly applied and his Miranda rights were recited to him.

"You are under arrest for public drunkenness and assault on police officers..." Officer Mason read Justin his Miranda rights as he grabbed the boy's ass and fondled his genitals.  When Officer Mason was done with his recital, he shoved the handcuffed boy into the back seat of the police car.  As the police car drove away, the waiting Hummer finally left.      

 

 

The drive to the station was relatively quick as the officers abused their official powers and had their sirens on throughout the drive, bypassing red lights and cutting off citizens in their haste to arrive at the station.  Once the car stopped, they quickly surveyed the vicinity and when all appeared clear, both officers stepped out with Officer McArthur unlocking the building and Officer Mason retrieving the boy.  Justin didn't move. In fact as soon as Officer Mason appeared, the boy scurried away, slamming his body against the side of the door.  When Officer Mason tried to pull on his leg, the boy tried to kick the officer in the face. Prepared, Officer Mason was able to catch the boy's foot and pulled him toward him.  Still the boy struggled, kicking his legs constantly until Officer Mason had enough and slammed his fist on the boy's genitals.  Justin, unable to suppress the pain anymore, cried out loud, as he buried his face into the cushioned seat. 

"Shut the fuck up and get out!" Officer Mason ordered, pressing the gun into the boy's crotch, "Or I'll shoot your cock right off."

Justin, defeated, nodded and allowed himself to be carried to the building where Officer McArthur was already waiting for him.  The room that Officer Mason led him to was cold and dark.  He had to feel his way around in the room. He felt a table and an empty chair. It was an interrogation room.  He figured the other chairs were occupied by Officer McArthur and Officer Mason so he opted to stand instead.  The silence was unnerving as all Justin could hear was the heavy breathing from the two officers.  And the fact that the room was pitch-black was terrifying.  At any one point, he could be blindly attacked and he wouldn't be able to defend himself. Then suddenly, a flashlight was turned on, highlighting Officer Mason's hollow cheekbones.  Now that Justin had a good look at the young officer, the man didn't look as threatening as before.  Of course, his actions were a different story.  Officer Mason's dark hair and olive complexion reminded Justin of Josh. He was probably the same age as Josh as well.  He wasn't nearly as tall or big as Justin had thought. The Officer probably stood 5'9" at the tallest and from the way he wore his uniform, Justin knew he wasn't a very muscular man.  Officer McArthur, on the other hand, frightened him.  He had graying silver locks that were combed sleekly back.  His forearms were covered with tattoos. His skin leathered and dark, from the years of staying out in the sun perhaps.  He had a four inch scar that ran across the right side of his face that he constantly fingered. 

"Got it twenty years ago in San Francisco's Chinatown." Officer McArthur stood up, standing well above 6'.  He approached the terrified boy and removed the handcuffs.  Justin kept backing away until he hit the wall.  "Looks hideous, doesn't it?" Justin turned his head away and Officer McArthur snapped his head back forward.  "It might not be purdy like you are, but it adds character."  Officer McArthur stared into the glossy eyes and ran his fingers across the smooth baby soft face before marching back to his seat.

"Do you know why you're here?" Officer McArthur posed the question, shining his gun. 

Justin gulped.  "I didn't do anything."

"You seemed to have done a lot tonight."

"I didn't."

"You were drunk out in public, causing a nuisance. Not to mention, you were drinking underage-"

"But I'm-"

"Do not interrupt me!" Officer McArthur slammed his gun on the table hard.  "You were drinking underage! You defied police officers and assaulted police officers! And you call that nothing, boy?!"  When Justin didn't respond, Officer McArthur turned to his partner and smiled.  "I'm afraid we'll have to a do a strip search with a full body cavity search for any illegal possessions."

Justin's head perked up.  "Please, I promise I won't do it, again.  Just let me go home."

"Strip!"

"Please, sir."

"Boy, do not anger me more than you already have. Strip now or Officer Mason will be forced to tear apart your expensive suit."

"Please."

"Strip!"

Justin bit down on his lips. He turned toward the wall.  With trembling fingers, he slipped off his jacket then he removed his vest and shirt. He peeled off his wifebeater and slid down his pants. Now just in his boxer-briefs, Justin stood, feeling already naked and vulnerable. 

"Underwear, too, boy."

"God, please."

"Now, boy, before Officer Mason here rips it off of you."

Justin nodded and slowly lowered the boxer-briefs to the floor with all his other clothes.  Now completely nude, Justin stood, bracing for what to come. 

"Turn around."

Justin shook his head, no.  He was already so humiliated tonight.  He couldn't. He just couldn't. 

"Turn around, boy."

Again, Justin was defiant, shaking his head.  Officer McArthur slammed his fist on the table and ordered Officer Mason to punish the boy.  Officer Mason nodded and approached the boy from behind.  Using two tazer guns, Officer Mason struck the boy's balls.  Justin screamed out in pain as he collapsed to the floor. 

"Now get up and turn around as you were told."  Officer McArthur ordered.

Justin roughly wiped away his fresh tears and pushed himself off the ground.  He slowly turned around and faced his tormentors. 

"Remove your hands from your crotch and put your hands over your head, boy."

Justin slowly looked up, staring straight ahead at Officer McArthur, and then he raised his arms, put his hands over his head, exposing his genitals.  Satisfied, Officer McArthur licked his lips, hungrily. 

"Mason, make sure he doesn't have anything hiding in there."

"Yes, partner," Officer Mason replied and then skipped toward Justin. 

Justin's brows furrowed. Confusion evident on his face as Officer Mason stepped behind him.  And before Justin could react, Officer Mason had his balls in his fists and crushed them.  Justin screamed, clawing at the officer's closed fists. 

"Argh!" Justin groaned, painfully, as Officer Mason continued to crush the balls.  "Oh, God. Please let me go."

Officer McArthur turned a deaf ear to the boy's pleading, encouraging his partner to continue the abuse.  "Make sure he's not hiding anything in there."

"I'm trying."

"Is he hiding anything?"

"Still checking."

"And now?"

A long pause ensued.

"Now, Mason!" 

"All clear," Officer Mason finally announced, letting go of the bruised balls as Justin crashed to the floor.  "All he has in there are testicles."

"Good. Now that we have that taken care of, we have to perform the full body cavity search to make sure he's not hiding anything illegal.  Get him on the table, Mason."

Justin, still cradling his balls, begged Officer Mason to please let him go.

"Please.  I don't have anything to hide. I don't."

"Get him on the table, Mason."

"Please. Please."

"You heard the Chief."  Officer Mason grabbed the boy's arm and dragged him to the table, where he slammed him on the table. The boy struggled against the two officers to no avail. Within minutes, the boy's limbs were bound to the table legs, exposing every orifice to be prodded and probed. 

"Please. I'm not hiding anything."  

"That's for us to find out." Officer McArthur responded.  "You already broke several laws tonight. We have to make sure you're not hiding anything illegal."

"Please, just let me go home. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"I thought you said you didn't do anything wrong."

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I was drunk.  Let me go home."

"When we're sure you're not hiding anything illegal, you can go home.  Now turn your head."

Justin nodded and turned his head to the side. 

Officer McArthur pulled on the boy's earlobe and slid a finger in the ear.  All appeared clear. The boy was not hiding anything in his right ear.  He twisted his neck to the other side and probed the boy's left ear. Once, again, the boy was not hiding anything in his left ear.  Next, Officer McArthur, tilted the boy's head, so he could look into the boy's nostrils.  Again, the boy was not hiding anything in his nostrils.  He pried open the boy's mouth and observed the seemingly empty cavity.  To ensure there was nothing hiding in the boy's mouth, Officer McArthur shoved his tongue down the boy's throat, nearly gagging him.  The boy was turning red and his eyes were turning glossy with tears.  Indeed, the boy was not hiding anything in his mouth either. 

"So far, he's clean." Officer McArthur informed his partner.

Justin just lied there on the table, staring at the ceiling as the two officers carried on their conversation about the possibilities of Justin hiding something in his body somewhere.  Then the conversation abruptly stopped and Justin closed his eyes.  Officer Mason gripped the boy's penis with both hands. He wrapped his fingers around the phallus and held it up in the air. 

"I don't know how we're going to probe inside this." Officer McArthur mused, pacing back and forth.  He stopped at the boy's head and leaned over him, grabbing the boy's penis.  "Pry open the lips and keep the cavity wide open."

As Officer Mason pinched the lips of Justin's penis, the boy began to panic, struggling on the table, pleading with the officers to let him go.

"Please, I'm not hiding anything." Justin cried. 

"We'll see about that," Officer McArthur responded, sliding his pinky finger into the penile hole, stretching it uncomfortably.  "I can't probe far enough," said Officer McArthur, removing his finger and replacing it with a rounded rod.  He slid the rod all the way to the hilt and withdrew and then slid it back in, repeating the motions several times.  When he yanked it out for the last time, he declared, "The boy is not hiding anything in his cock.  And now for the final cavity search."  Officer McArthur cracked his knuckles and moved to the foot of the table.  He motioned for Officer Mason to help restrain the boy's legs, bending the legs at the knee and exposing the boy's virginal anus.  He slipped one finger inside and Justin gasped.  He slipped another finger inside and Justin held his breath.  He slipped yet another finger and Justin bit down his lower lips.  When Officer McArthur squeezed another finger inside and then another, Justin groaned painfully.

"Please." The boy begged.  "Please."

His pleas were left unanswered as Officer McArthur twisted his fist inside, tearing the rectum in the process.   Justin could no longer contain himself. He screamed in pain as Officer McArthur withdrew his fist and slammed it back inside, relaxing and clenching his fist.  He kept probing the boy's innermost cavity and boy kept crying his apologies.   

For a good fifteen minutes Officer McArthur fisted the boy, fucking him with his fist.  He watched with amusement as Justin's cock seemed to enjoy the abuse. Then, again, he was deliberately aiming for the boy's prostate.  Even though the boy felt like he was dying from the intense pain, his cock still engorged upon contact with his prostate.  Ejaculation was eminent and when Justin finally submitted to the fist-fucking, he shuddered violently as his cock squirted out ropes after ropes of semen.  When the last drop spewed out of the boy's cock, Officer McArthur withdrew his fist, yanking it out roughly, causing further damage to the boy's already bleeding rectum.   The handcuffs were removed and with the help of the two officers, Justin was clothed once more.  He was free-balling, but clothed nonetheless. It was suggested by Officer Mason to shove the boy's boxer-briefs into his rectum to stop the bleeding. The method appeared to work.  Besides, with the abuse the boy's genitals had endured during the hour long interrogation, he wouldn't fit into the boxer-briefs.  His cock and balls appeared to have doubled in size.  Once fully dressed, the officers escorted the barely conscious boy outside, where a black Escalade waited for their arrival.  The passenger window rolled down and the two officers were greeted by the man who hired them, JC Chasez.  JC handed the two officers a wad of bills, totaling to $2000 for the two.  Officer McArthur, to Officer Mason's surprise, refused the money.

"Keep the money. It was our pleasure to teach the boy a thing or two about the law.  It is our duty to uphold the law and protect the citizens of this great city.  I guarantee you that from now on the boy would not get drunk anymore," explained Officer McArthur.

"If you insist.  I thank you for your service." JC shook the officer's hand. 

"You're welcome."

The chauffeur opened the back door.  Officer McArthur gently lowered Justin onto the back seat.  He pulled the seat belt over his chest and snapped it on. He glanced down at his watch and noticed the time. It was now 12:03am on January 31st 

"Happy Birthday, Baby Boy."


Officer McArthur slammed the door shut and the Escalade drove off into the night.  The two officers waited until the Escalade disappeared before returning to the police station. 

"Do you think it worked?" Officer Mason asked his partner of ten years.

"Yeah, I think it worked. We scared him straight.  If he were anymore drunk and if it weren't us he came into contact, he'd be lying in a dumpster somewhere, raped and murdered." Officer McArthur smiled.  "I guarantee you that boy won't be drinking anytime soon.  That's for sure."

"Another successful case."

"Mission accomplished."

Indeed it was. As predicted, Justin would never forget that night. Every time, he had the urge to drink, his mind transported him to the night when he was charged with public drunkenness and tortured by two officers of the law.  He was never a drunken bastard and he had JC to thank for.

 

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