Daniel, Rupert and Justin

  U. slid his thick veiny black prick out of the sore stretched asshole of young pop star Justin. He had been fucking him for almost forty-five minutes. Each time he approached an orgasm, and his huge black balls had drawn up toward the bast of his fat dick, U. had stopped thrusting to allow the impending blast to abate. He love to fuck not only hard, but also long. He enjoyed seeing the boy or girl he was fucking suffer. This was part of the thrill for him even during his sex games with his wife and son. It was also part of the reason his wife Tam was drawing away from him. Before their marriage, she had no idea he had such perverted sexual interests. On their wedding night, however, he had invited five of his black brothers to sample the bride's cunt. And that was just the start. She would never forget the day she had walked in to discover U. on the living room carpet fucking the pale white tight little ass of fourteen year old Justin B.  U. explained that it was all a part of his Artist's temperament, and that he could not be contained or stifled in his passionate pursuits.She wanted out, she wanted to take their tiny son and get away, but she actually felt threatened by the whole environment in which her husband moved. 

    Justin had zoned out during this evening's fuck. His young teenage ass had been fucked by so much dick that he hardly felt anything anymore. This very night, he had been forced to take four white and six huge ugly black dicks up his tender stretched teenage asshole. He bore the pain bravely, but he swore to himself that this would be the last time. He no longer even cared about his career, he needed to get out. More than that, he needed to get to the one person who in his boyish idealism, he felt could bring him happiness, teen movie star and idol of millions, Daniel R. And Daniel had texted him back from London, saying "Come to me as soon as possible."  

     With cum leaking from his raw boy cunt, Justin hiked up his boxers and pants and bid his "friends" goodnight. His "bodyguards" or jailers to be more precise, drove him back to his hotel. He dutifully called his mom to say goodnight, even though he harbored some amount of hatred toward her, because to rake in the profits of her son's stardom, she and his dad had knowingly turned him over to the sexual lusts of agents, producers, directors, record moguls, and business men. They had sat in the next room while his virgin asshole had been raped by U. the first time. Justin often pondered how they must have felt knowing a muscular black man was shoving his swollen leaking dick into the virgin rectum of their son.  The world knew that U. had faith in Justin's talent. What they didn't know was that it was the talent of his young fourteen year old asshole and mouth. Now two years later, Justin was the biggest pop music star in the world, and he was getting fucked and sucking dick almost continually. He was used like a fucking animal. 

     So on this night, Justin did not collapse exhausted into his plush hotel bed. Tried as he was, he went to work. He stuffed a backpack with clothing, got his passport, credit cards, and cash in order, donned his favorite pair of high tops, and proceeded to leave the hotel suite via the balcony. It was dangerous, and foolhardy, but he had no choice. He knew U. would never let him go. He was just one of the mega-star's bitches. He scrambled over two other balconies, the cold night wind biting at his pale pink boy flesh. His cheeks grew rosy and his mop of hair snapped about. He knew one of the other suites on the floor was vacant, and now he broke through the balcony window into that empty space. He gently opened the door to the hallway, peering down toward his own rooms and the bodyguards always on duty. His heart beat wildly in his slender young chest. He had to make it to the elevator unnoticed. 

      Across the world, It was already early morning. Rupert G. co-star of the "boy wizard" movies was stretched out bare assed naked on his silk sheets. He lay on his back, legs spread, his huge fat dick resting across his bloated fucksack, surrounded by red prick hair. What a night it had been for him. He had finally gotten revenge on that fucking faggot, Daniel R. After years of trusting and loving Daniel as a best friend, he had slowly become award that the "boy wizard"  was a fucking homo how was always running his hands over Rupert's shoulders and ass globes. Daniel used every excuse possible to feel up his friend. Every chance to change next to him to get a good look at his fucking horse dick. Everyone on the set knew that Rupert had a fucking huge cock. It was common knowledge But Christ, Daniel started to talk about it like he owned it. Like it was his dick. Then the stories had started about Daniel sucking off guys on the crew and hitting on other boy actors in the films. Rupert felt betrayed. He had given his loyalty, his friendship to this fucking cocksucker! From that moment on, he swore revenge. Tonight, after fucking Emma goodbye after the rap party, he had literally kidnapped Daniel and fucked the shit out of him. Then he had tortured him some. But not enough. Oh no, this was just the start of the fun. 

    Rupert moaned in his sleep, and his fuckmeat stirred and stretched. He curled his big toes and turned on one side, the moonlight playing over his ample muscular ass globes. 

     Daniel was already at work. With his tongue.  He sat in Rupert's expansive closet, naked on the carpet, where he carefully licked Rupert's shoes clean. He had been ordered to get all fifteen pair of dress, casual, and sports shoes spotless.  Daniel's body, was much smaller than Ruperts, and although he had recently developed hair on his chest, stomach, and legs, he still looked like the little boy he had played in the world's most famous film series.  He sat there licking the tops and bottom of the large shoes, wondering what would happen when the intended press junket got underway. Would Rupert continue to use him? Would he continue to fuck him as he had been doing to Emma for the last few years. Daniel had often heard and even seen Emma's agony as Rupert slammed his fucking animal dick into the girl's tender young cunt and asshole. Emma was in love with Rupert's fuckmeat, she was addicted to it. And now Daniel feared that he might be as well. 

    Little did he know that I (the psychiatrist and sexual therapist telling this story to you) had conditioned Daniel to degrade and humiliate himself not only for Rupert but for countless other sexual brutes. These were just some of the perks of my profession. And yes, I sampled Daniel's sweet tight little ass countless times myself. I skull fucked our little Harry P. until I almost yanked his ears off with the power of my throat fucking thrusts. But this is about Daniel, not me. 

     Daniel not only wondered  abut the up-coming press junket, but also about his future plans to star in a Broadway musical. Would he be able to? Would Rupert let him? Would Rupert ruin his career. Was Daniel's star falling even as Rupert's rose? Why had Rupert become such a sadistic bastard? Was it just in his nature? As he pondered these things and others, Daniel heard a clock chime. "Shit" he muttered and crawled from the closet into the plush bedroom. He crawled on all fours across the carpet, his smooth pale back and tight round ass looking beautiful in the first light of dawn creeping through the window. Daniel had been given orders. To fall short of fulfilling them, meant more horrible pain. He had been told to wake Rupert, and to wake him in a special way. Daniel crawled up onto the high bed, his body slipping on the white silk sheets. He gently moved up to the heavily sleeping body of his teenage co-star. He looked at the boy, bare assed naked as he slept, and Daniel couldn't help the stirring he felt in his own nuts. Daniel leaned down and began to gently lick Rupert's balls. This is how he had been instructed to wake him. He lapped at the red haired scrotum, moving the nuts in the thick skin sack. He tasted ball sweat and urine and sperm. Daniel gently lifted a big nut on his tongue and then lightly sucked on it. Rupert's fuckmeat stirred and moved and slapped Daniel in the face. The sleeping boy stretched and moaned and turned on his stomach, depriving Daniel of the sack to suck. But there was a plan B. Rupert had carefully covered this contingency. Daniel now moved between his former friend's legs. He lowered his cute world famous face and began to lick Rupert's hunky ass crack. Rupert has large meaty ass cheeks, and so Daniel extended his tongue as far as he could and buried it in the crevasse between the globes. His tongue sought out the asshole itself and flicked back and forth across it. Here too there was the smell and taste of night sweat. Daniel gently spread the ass cheeks to gain greater access to the teen boy's shit hole. Daniels' tongue danced over Rupert's tight corrugated young asshole and then plunged into the hole, penetrating the spit slick ass lips. Daniel R. international star now had his tongue buried up the rectum of his teenage co-star.  

Rupert groaned, stretched, raising his arms over his head, revealing thick red armpit hair, and raised his young ass slightly to release a heavy fart. The sound and the stink washed over Daniel's face, but the boy wizard knew he must not back away from his duty. Rupert chuckled and Daniel knew he was awake.  

   "Man, I need to take a wicked piss! Open your mouth Danny boy and let me feed you my fuckhose!" 

       Yes gentle readers, Rupert was about to piss into Daniel's mouth again. That sweet young mouth with those sensitive lips that millions of young girls and fucking faggots wanted to kiss, was about to be flooded with Rupert's strong smelling vile tasting piss! 

      Justin had made the  airport.  He had worn a cap and sunglasses hoping that no one would recognize him. It had been damned difficult to elude the paparazzi  who always camped out around any hotel at which he stayed. But desperation sometimes leads to creativity, and now he stood in the airport, holding a ticket for London. The plane would board in thirty minutes, and he would be on his way. He had send several messages, dripping with boy hero worship to Daniel, but had not gotten any further reply. This worried him a bit, but he figured His idol was probably sleeping. He pictured Daniel lying naked in his plush bed, and young Justin threw a boner in his jeans. When he wasn't too exhausted from the constant forced sex, he often masturbated dreaming of Daniel.He even had this kinky fantasy where Daniel was dressed as Harry P. the boy wizard and shoved his magic wand deep into Justin's tiny baby smooth ass. Justin blushed the first time he realized this was not just a fantasy. His dad had indeed bought him a toy magic Harry P. wand, and Justin had indeed fucked his own little pre-teen ass with it. This was long before the boy had even started to cum, back when his teenage fuckmeat had been nothing but a little dicklet. He would lie in bed, or on the floor of his room, fucking the toy magic wand up into his little boy shithole, gazing at the Harry P. poster on the wall, and fingering his pale little prick to a dry cum. 

     "Trying to avoid the press, huh, Justin?" the cocky young reporter said with a smirk. 

     Justin wanted to turn and run, but he knew that would be no good. "Ugh..please don't alert anyone. Please. I'll give you an exclusive if you just let me alone. I have to go to London on a private matter, and I don't want anyone to know. Please...please..ugh...sir! don't tell anyone." 

      The reporter who was in his late twenties and good looking with a kind of arrogance smiled a toothy smile. "All I got to do is yell Justin B. and the whole airport goes nuts. Do you realize that? Just your name will cause chaos. Planes will be delayed, security will be all over us like hornets out of a damaged nest, and I will be a celebrity."

       Justin's normal high pitched baby boy voice grew even higher. "Please. I am begging you. Don't tell anyone. I'm here alone. Not even my bodyguards. I need some time alone. I can't stand the crowds anymore. I promise to give you an exclusive interview."  Justin looked up at the reporter with those big innocent eyes. 

     The reporter chuckled. "I've heard stories about you, little man! Fucking freaky stories. So tell you what, let's see if they're true. I won't alert any one. I won't make a scene. If you go with me into the men's room over there and suck my dick!" 

     Justin just about collapsed. Was there anyone in the world who didn't want sex from him? What about his talent? What about his music? Did they all only want his ass and his dick and his mouth? Was there anyone who even wanted to just be friends? Did everyone want to get into his pants? 

      "If someone sees us...or if ...." his voice trailed off as a big tear bubbled from his eye and ran down his cheek. 

     "It's your choice. The world is waiting to hear about Justin at the airport, or I am waiting to feel those sweet young lips slurping around my fucker!" Truth be told, the reporter had little hope of "doing it" with the world's biggest teen star, but shit, life was a risk, right? He wasn't sure he even believed the rumors. There were always rumors of this type floating around, rumors that even the sleaze rags wouldn't dare publish.  Like the rumor that all the wolf-boys from that vampire franchise fucked each other like crazed weasels. Rumors that they licked each other's meaty armpits and assholes right there in their trailers on set. That Taylor L. the eighteen year old lead wolfboy hunk had begged vampire male lead Robert P. for his dirty boxers and jock straps to suck on. Where did shit like that start? 

     The reporter bounced on the balls of his feet. Time was of the essence here. He raised his camera, and Justin covered his cute young crying face with his hands. 

    "Okay, okay, I'll blow you, but please don't tell anyone I was here!" 

     The reporter blinked. 'You'll suck my dick, if I keep my mouth shut about seeing you here? You mean that?" 

     Poor Justin was trapped. 'Yeah, okay, but we got to hurry. My plane boards in thirty minutes." 

      And that was how Justin B. sixteen year old mega-star ended up in a filthy stall of an airport men's room on his knees in the piss, sucking the fat leaking dick of a young reporter.

    "This is fucking unbelievable. You suck like a pro, kid. You been doing this a while, I can tell. Shit you are better than my girlfriend. Better than any bitch who ever sucked me. Holy shit, yeah, yeah, work your tongue  under my dickhead like that. Now flick your tongue over my leaking pisshole. Oh fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah, what a dirty little homo you are! Don't forget my balls. Lick my balls. That's part of the deal! What a dirty little piece of shit you are. Oh suck me. Suck me, Fuckface! Jesus, if the world could see you now, what the fuck would they think. What would all those twelve year old twats with the dripping pussies think if they saw you sucking dick?

All those little cunts who dream about your cock every night while they finger their hairless pussy lips and flick their clits. What would they think if they saw a photo on the internet of their teen idol sucking on some dude's dick? It happened to George Michael. Trashed his career. What if it happened to you?" 

      And that was when the reporter decided to take out his cell phone and snap a picture or two of Justin B. sucking cock. Just to use as leverage in the future.