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Justin Biebers slave: Final

Justin Bieber's slave: Final

It had been a couple of days since you have last seen Justin and you had been texting each other non-stop over those days. You would always ask to go over but he was always busy with someone who he wouldn't tell you, and that was okay. His life was always so busy. It was on a Saturday, a week after you had stayed the night that Justin asked you to go over. You jumped at the chance to see him and rushed over, when you got there he was sat on his couch with a beer in hand and shirtless, he looked quite annoyed.

You opened your mouth to speak but he beat you to it, "I fucking hate that dickhead!" He sounded just as annoyed as he looked as he glared at his TV. You asked him what's wrong and made sure to call him master which relaxed him slightly, giving him the authority he wanted. He would wave you over so you could sit next to him as he got his phone and scrolled through something on youtube.

As he started the video you would frown instantly, it was one of those late-night shows and recognized one of the celebrities, was Shawn Mendes. Justin would turn up the volume on his phone when he found a certain time and played it for you, it was Shawn saying he would buy a pair of his used underwear.

You were confused at first and looked up at Justin, you asked him what was wrong with that as he was only being honest and that would cause him to get annoyed again. He switched off his phone and grab a fistful of your hair, using it to force you to look into his eyes. "The stupid gossip channels and media outlets have eaten it up and started to say things like we have had sexual encounters in the past! But you are the person I'll be having sex with, especially when I'm angry. You understand?"

In the moment of confusion, you didn't know what to do and that would cause Justin to get angrier, "I asked you a question!" Not wanting to offend him you nod and he smiles, loosening his grip on your hair slightly as he gently pushed your head into his armpit, you would instantly fall back under his control, the smell of his musk fogging up your brain.

"Your mine now." As soon as he noticed you were under his control he would adjust your positions so you were lead on his couch with him on the floor. He would slowly start to strip you off and once you were completely naked. "It's no longer just my armpits that make you go under my control, it's any of my musks. The smell of my cock, armpit, feet, anything will make you mine." He would have pulled off his boxers and scrunched them up and stuck them over your nose.

It was clear from how strong the smell of his cock was in them that he had been wearing them for a couple of days, it would make your cock leak and twitch but for some reason, Justin would ignore it. "Stand up and hold my boxers there." As you stood up and pressed his boxers into your face taking deep breaths off his musk he wandered off somewhere in his house. When he came back he would be wearing a camouflage sweater and a pair of red shorts and football boots.

"I'm gonna go play some soccer to blow off some steam, you are to stand there sniffing my boxes till your completely mindless and under my control. When I get back I expect you on your knees at the door." He would leave you there taking deep breaths of his boxers and after about ten minutes your mind was completely empty and you went and knelt in front of the door waiting for Justin to come home.

After about an hour Justin opened the door and looked down at you smirking. "Such an obedient boy." You find yourself smiling drunkenly almost and Justin would pick you up as best he could and take you down to his basement. Now you knew since High school Justin could be a bit of a freak when it came to sex. You once walked in on him choking himself as he jerked off, he said it felt amazing and that you should try it sometime but you never did.

His basement was darkly lit and you could just make out a bed in the middle with leather cuffs and shackles attached to it, Justin grinned and nibbled on your ear as he led you to the bed. "It's been a while since I had a slave down here..." he would lay you down and start to put your wrists into the cuffs and do them up tightly and do the same for your ankles. You would be staring up at him as he rummages around a trunk in the corner.

He would be humming one of his songs to himself as he walked back over, he would grab your chin and kiss you, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You would instantly respond and start messaging Justin's tongue with your own and when he pulled away you would let out a needy whine. "Now now Slave, you'll get more of my attention don't worry. Now open your mouth." You would do as he asked and he would lift your head up and slip a ball gag into your mouth strapping it around the back of your head.

He woke to take off his soccer boots and grin putting them over your nose, you would let out a muffled moan as the smell of his feet made your cock pulse and your cock would dribble out cum. He would continue to hum as he used duct tape to keep the boot on your face. He notices your pathetic attempt at cumming and shake his head, he would scoop it up on his thumb and suck it all off. "Not bad." He would attach some sort of machine you had never seen before onto your cock and as soon as he attached a glass jar to the other end he would flick it on.

The machine felt like it was sucking your soul out through your cock constantly stimulating not only the head of your cock but also the shaft, you couldn't help yourself cumming into the machine. Justin would watch as you had the best orgasm of your life, but for some reason, it would clear the fog in your mind and you would look up at Justin with fearful eyes and start to scream into your gag. He smirks and strokes your hair.

"It's alright slave, I'll let you go once you finish filling that jar. Or I won't. Have fun." he slipped a pair of sound-canceling headphones over your ears as he turned off the light in the basement and left. You couldn't hear or see anything all you could do is take deep breaths of Justin's sweaty foot odor and constantly get pleasured by his milking machine.

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