sorry this took so long. It's just that I didn't really think the orignal ending would be good enough so i tried my hardest to re-write it.
Sure, Justin was Britney’s boyfriend. There was no doubt to that. Not even now, while they’re all floating along like deadwood in the sea. They had never broken up, despite the ‘cry me a river’ and latex catsuits of Britney’s latest tour.
But there was a third part to this story. While Justin was Britney’s boyfriend, JC controlled Britney in ways Justin couldn’t even imagine. From Light dom to Heavy bound sado-masochism, there was something JC could always do that Justin couldn’t get just right: Make Britney Trust him.
Maybe it was because he always toyed with her until the breaking point, stretching her and spreading her as thin as he could, but made it good for her as soon as he focused on her pleasure. Maybe it was the lazy kisses and body worship of their afterglow. Maybe it was the way that evil, mean and masterful JC stayed in the bedroom and the JC outside was kind and adorably shy around her, like the big brother she always needed.
There was something.
There had to have been something for her to agree to it night after night, to lay there submissive as he teased her body and tied her up. Spanked her and let his tongue dance on her body until she screamed. There had to have been some reason why she let him put the clips and clamps and chains on her.
They’d do it in front of Justin; they’d do it while he was away as well. She’d let him use her like a rag doll, letting him tease her for his own pleasure until he had enough, sliding right in, kissing her for the first time and instantly he had changed into another person.
But, she had to do this. For her sanity, she had to turn the tables and make JC her own. It was easier than she thought it would have been, really. Lots of things about this were going to be easier than she had originally thought.
Justin had flown over the night before, so that he could help. She wanted him to watch, she wanted him there. She wouldn’t do it if he weren’t there to make it official. Otherwise, it would have been like taking advantage of an old friend since forever and Britney has promised herself she wouldn’t do that with JC.
They waited until nightfall called JC and lulled him to sleep. He had a day off, amidst the promotion for ‘plug it in’, and Britney wanted to take advantage of that to the best of her ability. Sneaking into the room via a key he had given Justin, the both of them worked quickly and quietly to install the straps that would hold JC in place, laid out the materials Britney was going to use, and re-arrange the room so that Justin could have the best angle for the action.
JC woke up in the middle of the night to harsh darkness, and a tongue trying to separate his lips, he tried to turn away, to move and roll over, but there was something around him that was foiling every attempt.
He moaned, opening his mouth for the tongue to crawl in. Britney smiled. Justin watched on.
In the middle of the kiss, he tried to move his arm, his leg, his hips for better access. No such luck. There was rough, untreated leather biting into his skin, all over his body, it made him groan, jerk, lean backward and groan. When the tongue left, something heavier, wider, larger was placed at his mouth.
“Take it in,” Britney’s voice was dark and forceful, and the object sat uncomfortably on his bottom lip. A soothing hand slid like hot butter down his side, his body wiggling as he made sure that there would be something that would stop it. After tense seconds between them, filled with thought and fear and contemplation, JC’s jaw exquisitely opened and his head tipped backward to take all that Britney would give, inch by inch until he came face to face with the tuft of hair on her crotch. The tip of his nose followed the place where they had cut his initials into the bushel; his tongue followed near her lips where this object obviously disappeared inside her.
He could feel his throat stretch open to accept more of her, beckon her in deeper until he couldn’t take any more. It tasted like almost real skin, covered in cum and coconut lube, a flavor he knew Britney knew he hated. The slick object wobbles back and forth, and he can hear Britney’s moaning. But before he knows it, his throat, once stretched and worn around the silky material between his lips, is gone.
He can hear Britney’s smile in her voice.
“So,” He can feel the trail of saliva sliding down his chest, his stomach, to the v of his hips. “We should get down to business, shouldn’t we?”
JC doesn’t know if to talk or not, He decides to agitate her. “Aw, Brit, why so soon? We’ve got all night, right?”
“Well, we do,” She nods, “But I can go all night, and the sooner we start, the sooner you break down. Right?”
“A part of me resents that,” He smiles.
“I’ll teach the rest of you to resent that,” She growls. Her fingers toy with him, his entrance. The other hand toys with the aching cock between his legs, a palm cautiously slipping over it, a sheath slipping over him, the first ring just under the head holding him tighter than ever and the others loosening up against his skin as they descend down his shaft. He tumbles into quasi-comatose when two long and steady fingers slip in.
He’s a languid puddle when she reaches his core, pressuring his prostate and watching him jump.
“Fuck me,” JC orders.
“I don’t think this is your show, Jace.”
“I don’t care. Fuck me. Put that damn thing in, Brit.”
“See how easy it is to break you, baby?” She smiles, “I should do this more often.”
“Once again, a part of me resents that as well.”
“I could always make you regret your resentment,” She says casually, jabbing her fingers in deeper. He gasps. “If you don’t shut up, and Do what I tell you to, Justin might come over here and gag you with the real thing. Don’t think he’ll be as merciful as I have been.”
“I can imagine,” He whispers.
She looked over at Justin, sitting there in the darkness like a ghost ready to scare the room. It started to rain outside, sheets of downpour with thunder and lightning show from the window outside.
After a little more teasing, Britney sinks herself into him. She can feel it, he knows she can by the little sigh that escape her lips gently. In a few precious seconds, JC aches for his hands to be freed so he can touch her and hold her close and push her deeper inside. His body can’t arch; his hands and legs can’t move, and he’s forced to take what she gives him.
Britney’s long, slender fingers slip into his hair, over his lips, down to his neck. His eyes close under the blindfold, and his body clenches around her. He can feel something slip around his neck, her hands buckling it into place. He sighs.
Justin watches them fuck slow, Britney’s naked body in command of the being below her. A long, drawn out purr makes him shiver, even though he can’t tell who made it. He watches for hours before he notices JC getting restless.
“Please,” JC whispers. “Brit, let me come.”
“No,” She says, her voice soft but her tone firm, as if she were denying her little sister candy. “I want you to burn for a few minutes.”
“I can’t help it,” He moans, his body tugging against the restraints. He can feel Britney’s hair dust his chest as her tongue teases his nipple. He moans salvatiously. “Haven’t I burned enough?”
“No. I don’t think so, Jace. What? Can’t take what you give out to me?” She smiles.
“He’s not used to it,” Justin’s voice chimes from the other side of the room. JC’s body tenses, he hadn’t even know Justin was there.
“He should get used to it. I bet he can’t even feel me,” She says solemnly. “I’ve had two orgasms, Jace? Did you feel them? Could you? Did you even try?”
JC bites his lip. Britney pulls out and jabs back in, stabbing at his prostrate and making him cry out loud.
“Did you?”
“No, Brit,” He sighed.
“That’s right. You can only feel what’s inside you. You don’t care about anything else, do you?”
“No, Brit,”
“How do you think that makes me feel, hmm?”
“I don’t know.”
“I’m trying to give you what you give me. But all you can think of is what’s up your ass and floating around in your cock. Fucking Pig. Always has to get his way.”
JC winces at the words, and he can feel Britney jab into him faster, harder, deeper. It feels like she’s growing inside him, lengthening impossibly.
“I’m not going to stop, Jace. If you want your way, you’ve got it. I’ll take you to the edge. I’ll make you so hard you won’t be able to take it. But don’t think I’ll be soft enough to take that sheath off you. It’s going to take some major begging and lots more of this before I’ll do that,” She growls. Her whole body is into it now. Every movement she makes inside him makes her close around the large bulb inside her tighter, every movement makes him squeal like a pig and writhe like a cut snake.
Soon, he’s shaking, trembling and launching his head from side to side. Britney laughs, Justin smiles and slides his hand down into his pants. This is the hottest, most twisted thing he’s ever seen from the both of them.
“Poor little JC. Bottom boy to a girl,” She smiles, passing her hand over his chest, caressing his bound thighs and palming his balls. He’s straining to keep control of himself and she can see it. She’s so very close to breaking him, she can almost taste the victory in her mouth. She thrusts harder, giving it her all until his skin is slapping loudly against hers and the bed
And suddenly, she stops, the dildo inside him shaking tumultuously, Her body twisting and turning the way his does. Her body strains the way his does, and with a few more thrusts, she’s screaming his name, bending over backward in ecstacy.
It makes JC jealous, like the evil boyfriend in a Cinderella story. He wants to be set free. Wants to touch her and pull her down and swallow her kisses. He wants to see her body as she fucks him, he wants to let her see him cry.
Her fingers go to the sheath, as she rows in and out of him again. He feels the pressure through the thick vinyl and the tight steel rings biting into him.
“What do you think, Justin? Should I take it off him?”
“Let him see if he can keep it,” He orders. JC shivers at the haziness of Justin’s voice. “Let him see if he can keep it for hours, by himself. Let him see if he can keep It for a day.”
JC almost resents that, and the places he was tied up are freed.
“You go to TRL in the morning, yes?” Britney asks.
“Yes, Brit,” He nods as she leans forward to undo the collar and the blindfold.
“Well, then,” She says as he looks her in the eyes for the first time that night. “Why don’t you keep that with you until you come home tomorrow. We’ll figure out what to do with it then.”
He shakes. He’d give her anything to find her release now, but the silent torture of having to proform with it, walk in the streets with it, have it whilst on National Television makes him harder, even more ready to cum.
“Agreed?” She asks. She already knows his answer.
“Agreed.” He nods.
“And remember. You loose it, we’ll have to do this again until you can keep it and control yourself.”
JC nods, kissing her on the lips. “Understood, Britney.”
“Good.”
When JC comes back to the Hotel room the next day, he can barely walk. Turning on the lights, he sees Britney there, completely naked, mouth hanging open. He knows what she wants him to do.
well, I don't have more, even though I've been trying to figure out a way to get a joshtin/female-some going on....I'm glad you liked it none the less, I was sure I overdid it on many accounts.
But Just because I don't have more doesn't mean I can't make more...;)
I think the intensity MAKES the piece. I love the dark vibe and the goth feel...and I love the relationship dynamics, the way they're contrasted...you get the feeling that even JC loves being dominated, he feels like he SHOULDN'T love it...
I could SO get behind a joshtin/female-some. You don't understand...my OTHER other kink (hee) is JuC. :D
And if you wanna make more? I would not be among the complainers. *laughs*
PS: There had to have been something for her to agree to it night after night, to lay there submissive as he teased her body and tied her up. Spanked her and let his tongue dance on her body until she screamed. There had to have been some reason why she let him put the clips and clamps and chains on her.
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Date: 2004-03-27 09:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-28 10:01 am (UTC)Thanks =)
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Date: 2004-04-03 03:18 pm (UTC)Sure, Justin was Britney’s boyfriend. There was no doubt to that. Not even now, while they’re all floating along like deadwood in the sea. They had never broken up, despite the ‘cry me a river’ and latex catsuits of Britney’s latest tour.
But there was a third part to this story. While Justin was Britney’s boyfriend, JC controlled Britney in ways Justin couldn’t even imagine. From Light dom to Heavy bound sado-masochism, there was something JC could always do that Justin couldn’t get just right: Make Britney Trust him.
Maybe it was because he always toyed with her until the breaking point, stretching her and spreading her as thin as he could, but made it good for her as soon as he focused on her pleasure. Maybe it was the lazy kisses and body worship of their afterglow. Maybe it was the way that evil, mean and masterful JC stayed in the bedroom and the JC outside was kind and adorably shy around her, like the big brother she always needed.
There was something.
There had to have been something for her to agree to it night after night, to lay there submissive as he teased her body and tied her up. Spanked her and let his tongue dance on her body until she screamed. There had to have been some reason why she let him put the clips and clamps and chains on her.
They’d do it in front of Justin; they’d do it while he was away as well. She’d let him use her like a rag doll, letting him tease her for his own pleasure until he had enough, sliding right in, kissing her for the first time and instantly he had changed into another person.
But, she had to do this. For her sanity, she had to turn the tables and make JC her own. It was easier than she thought it would have been, really. Lots of things about this were going to be easier than she had originally thought.
Justin had flown over the night before, so that he could help. She wanted him to watch, she wanted him there. She wouldn’t do it if he weren’t there to make it official. Otherwise, it would have been like taking advantage of an old friend since forever and Britney has promised herself she wouldn’t do that with JC.
They waited until nightfall called JC and lulled him to sleep. He had a day off, amidst the promotion for ‘plug it in’, and Britney wanted to take advantage of that to the best of her ability. Sneaking into the room via a key he had given Justin, the both of them worked quickly and quietly to install the straps that would hold JC in place, laid out the materials Britney was going to use, and re-arrange the room so that Justin could have the best angle for the action.
JC woke up in the middle of the night to harsh darkness, and a tongue trying to separate his lips, he tried to turn away, to move and roll over, but there was something around him that was foiling every attempt.
He moaned, opening his mouth for the tongue to crawl in. Britney smiled. Justin watched on.
In the middle of the kiss, he tried to move his arm, his leg, his hips for better access. No such luck. There was rough, untreated leather biting into his skin, all over his body, it made him groan, jerk, lean backward and groan. When the tongue left, something heavier, wider, larger was placed at his mouth.
“Take it in,” Britney’s voice was dark and forceful, and the object sat uncomfortably on his bottom lip. A soothing hand slid like hot butter down his side, his body wiggling as he made sure that there would be something that would stop it. After tense seconds between them, filled with thought and fear and contemplation, JC’s jaw exquisitely opened and his head tipped backward to take all that Britney would give, inch by inch until he came face to face with the tuft of hair on her crotch. The tip of his nose followed the place where they had cut his initials into the bushel; his tongue followed near her lips where this object obviously disappeared inside her.
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Date: 2004-04-03 03:19 pm (UTC)He can hear Britney’s smile in her voice.
“So,” He can feel the trail of saliva sliding down his chest, his stomach, to the v of his hips. “We should get down to business, shouldn’t we?”
JC doesn’t know if to talk or not, He decides to agitate her. “Aw, Brit, why so soon? We’ve got all night, right?”
“Well, we do,” She nods, “But I can go all night, and the sooner we start, the sooner you break down. Right?”
“A part of me resents that,” He smiles.
“I’ll teach the rest of you to resent that,” She growls. Her fingers toy with him, his entrance. The other hand toys with the aching cock between his legs, a palm cautiously slipping over it, a sheath slipping over him, the first ring just under the head holding him tighter than ever and the others loosening up against his skin as they descend down his shaft. He tumbles into quasi-comatose when two long and steady fingers slip in.
He’s a languid puddle when she reaches his core, pressuring his prostate and watching him jump.
“Fuck me,” JC orders.
“I don’t think this is your show, Jace.”
“I don’t care. Fuck me. Put that damn thing in, Brit.”
“See how easy it is to break you, baby?” She smiles, “I should do this more often.”
“Once again, a part of me resents that as well.”
“I could always make you regret your resentment,” She says casually, jabbing her fingers in deeper. He gasps. “If you don’t shut up, and Do what I tell you to, Justin might come over here and gag you with the real thing. Don’t think he’ll be as merciful as I have been.”
“I can imagine,” He whispers.
She looked over at Justin, sitting there in the darkness like a ghost ready to scare the room. It started to rain outside, sheets of downpour with thunder and lightning show from the window outside.
After a little more teasing, Britney sinks herself into him. She can feel it, he knows she can by the little sigh that escape her lips gently. In a few precious seconds, JC aches for his hands to be freed so he can touch her and hold her close and push her deeper inside. His body can’t arch; his hands and legs can’t move, and he’s forced to take what she gives him.
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Date: 2004-04-03 03:20 pm (UTC)Justin watches them fuck slow, Britney’s naked body in command of the being below her. A long, drawn out purr makes him shiver, even though he can’t tell who made it. He watches for hours before he notices JC getting restless.
“Please,” JC whispers. “Brit, let me come.”
“No,” She says, her voice soft but her tone firm, as if she were denying her little sister candy. “I want you to burn for a few minutes.”
“I can’t help it,” He moans, his body tugging against the restraints. He can feel Britney’s hair dust his chest as her tongue teases his nipple. He moans salvatiously. “Haven’t I burned enough?”
“No. I don’t think so, Jace. What? Can’t take what you give out to me?” She smiles.
“He’s not used to it,” Justin’s voice chimes from the other side of the room. JC’s body tenses, he hadn’t even know Justin was there.
“He should get used to it. I bet he can’t even feel me,” She says solemnly. “I’ve had two orgasms, Jace? Did you feel them? Could you? Did you even try?”
JC bites his lip. Britney pulls out and jabs back in, stabbing at his prostrate and making him cry out loud.
“Did you?”
“No, Brit,” He sighed.
“That’s right. You can only feel what’s inside you. You don’t care about anything else, do you?”
“No, Brit,”
“How do you think that makes me feel, hmm?”
“I don’t know.”
“I’m trying to give you what you give me. But all you can think of is what’s up your ass and floating around in your cock. Fucking Pig. Always has to get his way.”
JC winces at the words, and he can feel Britney jab into him faster, harder, deeper. It feels like she’s growing inside him, lengthening impossibly.
“I’m not going to stop, Jace. If you want your way, you’ve got it. I’ll take you to the edge. I’ll make you so hard you won’t be able to take it. But don’t think I’ll be soft enough to take that sheath off you. It’s going to take some major begging and lots more of this before I’ll do that,” She growls. Her whole body is into it now. Every movement she makes inside him makes her close around the large bulb inside her tighter, every movement makes him squeal like a pig and writhe like a cut snake.
Soon, he’s shaking, trembling and launching his head from side to side. Britney laughs, Justin smiles and slides his hand down into his pants. This is the hottest, most twisted thing he’s ever seen from the both of them.
“Poor little JC. Bottom boy to a girl,” She smiles, passing her hand over his chest, caressing his bound thighs and palming his balls. He’s straining to keep control of himself and she can see it. She’s so very close to breaking him, she can almost taste the victory in her mouth. She thrusts harder, giving it her all until his skin is slapping loudly against hers and the bed
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Date: 2004-04-03 03:21 pm (UTC)It makes JC jealous, like the evil boyfriend in a Cinderella story. He wants to be set free. Wants to touch her and pull her down and swallow her kisses. He wants to see her body as she fucks him, he wants to let her see him cry.
Her fingers go to the sheath, as she rows in and out of him again. He feels the pressure through the thick vinyl and the tight steel rings biting into him.
“What do you think, Justin? Should I take it off him?”
“Let him see if he can keep it,” He orders. JC shivers at the haziness of Justin’s voice. “Let him see if he can keep it for hours, by himself. Let him see if he can keep It for a day.”
JC almost resents that, and the places he was tied up are freed.
“You go to TRL in the morning, yes?” Britney asks.
“Yes, Brit,” He nods as she leans forward to undo the collar and the blindfold.
“Well, then,” She says as he looks her in the eyes for the first time that night. “Why don’t you keep that with you until you come home tomorrow. We’ll figure out what to do with it then.”
He shakes. He’d give her anything to find her release now, but the silent torture of having to proform with it, walk in the streets with it, have it whilst on National Television makes him harder, even more ready to cum.
“Agreed?” She asks. She already knows his answer.
“Agreed.” He nods.
“And remember. You loose it, we’ll have to do this again until you can keep it and control yourself.”
JC nods, kissing her on the lips. “Understood, Britney.”
“Good.”
When JC comes back to the Hotel room the next day, he can barely walk. Turning on the lights, he sees Britney there, completely naked, mouth hanging open. He knows what she wants him to do.
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Date: 2004-04-03 09:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-06 07:53 am (UTC)That line made my stomach clench. Just...guh.
*whimpers*
I have a het!kink.
I *really* have a kink!kink.
Please tell me there's more. Pretty please? It's so good... :)
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Date: 2004-04-06 12:33 pm (UTC)But Just because I don't have more doesn't mean I can't make more...;)
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Date: 2004-04-06 04:14 pm (UTC)I think the intensity MAKES the piece. I love the dark vibe and the goth feel...and I love the relationship dynamics, the way they're contrasted...you get the feeling that even JC loves being dominated, he feels like he SHOULDN'T love it...
I could SO get behind a joshtin/female-some. You don't understand...my OTHER other kink (hee) is JuC. :D
And if you wanna make more? I would not be among the complainers. *laughs*
PS: There had to have been something for her to agree to it night after night, to lay there submissive as he teased her body and tied her up. Spanked her and let his tongue dance on her body until she screamed. There had to have been some reason why she let him put the clips and clamps and chains on her.
*dies* So.HOT.