Don't

Prohibited Moans

Jason's Pov-

I went out for the day, leaving Justin back at my shitty house in the basement. I made sure to handcuff that fucker to one of the pipes and tied his feet togehter. Even put duct tape on that assholes mouth. I chuckled at the thought of it. Of him struggling to get out even though there was no way in hell that he could even try. I locked him up in there-in the dark so he could be scared shitless for the entire day. I haven't fed him ever since i've captured him. Fuck. I need to feed that fucker so he doesn't die.. Yet.

I pushed my cart along the aisle and threw in some mac and cheese, milk and cereal. I made sure to keepmy hood on and sunglasses so one could notice me. Because the last thing i wanna do is get caught and get put back in that fucking jail cell. Screw that crap. I've got the one and only Justin Bieber in the basement of my house, waiting for me to return so i could kick his ass and make the rest of his life a living hell. I paid for my shit and threw the bags in the back of my Range Rover. I got in and sped my way back to my shitty house located outside of NYC. Oh yeah i forgot to mention my house is in the middle of fucking nowhere. I like it though. No one could hear the screams i cause. Especially not Justin Bieber's.

As i walked into the house, i slammed the door shut, making sure to lock it securely. I made my way to the kitchen and unloaded the groceries and placed them into the fridge and the cabinets. I decided to make some good ol' mac & cheese while turning on the radio and blasting it on high volume. As i was making my meal, i heard that fag's song come on "If i was your boyfriend i'd never let you go.." i smirked and started to sing along loudly on purpose so he could hear me from downstairs. I my bowl of mac & cheese and ate it pretty quickly while continueing to jam along to Boyfriend. Finishing up, i washed my bowl and grabbed his. I made my way down into the cold basement after turning the lights on. I made my way over to him and saw him asleep, huddled up on the hard floor with his arms wrapped around his body - probably to try and keep himself warm. He looked cute.. but fragile.

I stood there over him, looking at him and the way he slept with his mouth open, revealing some quiet snores here and there. A smirk crept along my face as i contiued to watch him and i had a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. I quickly re assembled from my thoughts and yelled "wake the fuck up!" I watched as he quickly sat up and scooted away from me near the wall. He didn't look at me so i knelt down ans grabbed him roughly by the collar of his shirt. "Look at me," i demanded. He did as he was told and i couldn't help but admire the color of his eyes- so soft and warm. Fuck. I wanted to punch him right then and there but i couldn't get myself to. Instead, i slapped him.What the fuck Jason, really? "Punch that motherfucker!" i heard my mind saying. Shaking my head i kept on looking at him as he whined in pain and i lifted my hand up to punch him but i saw the way he inched back and trembled in fear. I sighed and stopped, letting my hand down. Fuck Jason what are you doing?

I unitied his feet and then his hands, grabbing his arm and leading him upstairs. I pulled him into the kitchen where i sat him down and cuffed one of his hands to the chair. Placing the bowl of mac and cheese on the table in front of him. He looked at it and then at me, in a way of asking if it was ok if he ate or not. I nodded, "Eat."

Justin's Pov-

I devoured that mac & cheese in under 3 minutes. I didn't question why he fed me it and i could care less why, i was just so happy that i was finally consuming something. I cant remember the last time i ate something. Probably like 3 days ago- damn. I finsihed and he grabbed the bowl and put it into the sink then he came over to me and uncuffed my hand. I looked down while he pulled me into the living room and ordered for me to sit down. I did as i was told and he sat down beside me.

I jumped at the sound of his voice, "You know your a fag?" I didn't nod or say anything. He calls me a fag every single day and at this point im used to it- but it still hurts me and it isn't right. His arm gripped onto my arm and he brought his face up to myn, raising his voice "Answer me," he growled. Without hesitation, i nodded "y-yes. I know," i managed to say. I looked at him, joy in his eyes and a smile on his fac.e "Good," he spat. "Now lay down."

I laid down, not wanting to refuse knowing it'd just make things worse. His hand met my leg and soon enough it was up near my thigh. I closed my eyes, not knowing what to expect. Although my sexual desires wouldn't be that bad with him in them, i knew this wasn't good. He wasn't good. I felt him begin to get ontop of me and his face neared myn, his minty breath fanning over my face. "Open your eyes," he growled. As i did, i was met with his blue, icy orbs. His face was centimeters away from myn. It felt as if all the space around me was gone and the only thing i could focus on was him. I continued to stare into his eyes, as he did the same. My breathing rate began to increase as i felt nervous- but not in a bad way this time. His face was... flawless. His skin contained no blemishes and his eyebrows were bushy- but a good kind of bushy. His lips were.. damn they were kissable. Plump and pink, and i realized he kept on licking them every few second to keep them moist.

My breath hitched as he neared closer and my eyes flew up from his lips to his eyes. His lips were now so close to myn that if he made one more move, they'd collide. "Don't move," he commanded. I remainded so compltlely still. "Have you ever felt good Justin? Has a guy ever made you feel good?" I thought about that time we had in the shower a few days ago and was scared to answer. But i nodded anyway and saw him smirk. "I made you feel good huh?" he grinned as those words came out of his mouth. I felt my cheeks flush and bit my lower lip to keep myself from smirking. He chuckled and remainded close to my face - my lips. "Well, im going to make you feel good again. But heres the catch," he began to kiss down my jawline and to my ear where he whispered "you can't make a sound." I flinched at his words since they sounded so sincere. "And if you do, you'll be sorry you did." He began placing soft, wet kisses down my neck. "And if you don't.. then you'll be happy you didn't."

His kisses turned into sucking- him nabbing at my skin, leaving what i presumed to be dark, red marks. I breathed heavily as he made took off my shirt and began kissing down my chest and stomach. Fuck.. no. I was relieved when he came back up. Thank God he wasn't going to give me a blowjob because i knew i couldn't keep quiet at that. Just then, i felt him move his hips, grinding his crotch against myn and i heard him let out a moan. I bit down on my lip from making any sound and layed my head back. As i proceeded on with his motion, i felt myself growing harder each time i felt his crotch against myn. My breathing became so heavy and before i knew it i was panting. I knew i couldn't moan so i remained quiet and let my panting replace that.

"Fuck," he groaned in my ear and before i knew it, my boxer briefs were wet. Fuck. I was so horny at this point and wanted to move my hips against his and thats exactly what i did. I was so lost in what we were doing and he didn't seem to mind my movement either. He looked down at my hips and i did the same, noticing how much both our of our hard on's were so obivous to sight through our jeans. He smirked at the sight and got on his knees, straddling his legs around my hips. "Damn Bieber," he groped my crotch, almost making me let out a whimper but i didn't let myself. He grinned at this because he knew i was keeping quiet and he liked the way i listened to him. His hands gripped onto my hips and he began grinding up against me, groaning so loudly each time. His groans echoed througout the room and my pants were beginning to sound like soft, faint whimpers but he didn't seem to notice. He was causing so much friction only making his groans louder and his movement becoming faster. "Mmmmm,' he moaned while reaching his climax. And at the sight of that i released almost instatntly, catching my breath and still releasing no sound.

We both came down from our high and he towered over me, nearing towards my face, and i could hear him whisper, "Good boy Bieber." His hand traveled down to my crotch as he began palming me. I couldn't take it.. his touch made me weak and it just felt so good. I needed to let out a sound of pleasure.. especially when he kept on repeating his process. He continued palming me, getting faster and stared into my eyes while smirking, knowing i was about to give in any minute. I bit down on my lip but it didn't help, a soft moan escaped my lips as i arched my back and released once again as pleasure overcame my body. I gripped onto the couch and caught my breath, calming down slowly only to hear his raspy voice in my ear, "Your going to wish you never did that."