JC crossed his legs. Then uncrossed them. The re-crossed them and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He was vaguely aware that there were about fifty people scurrying around then set and him. He’s eyes shot up as he felt fingers being pulled from his mouth. “Isn’t it typically my job to bite my nails off?” JC’s smile reached his eyes. “Hey Just.” “Are you bored?” JC snorted a reply and subtly ran his fingers back and forth over Justin’s hand. “I’ll take that as a yes.” “How much longer is this gonna take?” “I’ve got one more shot then I’m done.” Justin’s name could be heard shouted out in the background. The two boys separated, Justin giving JC a sympathetic smile before running off. JC’s fingers shot back to his mouth, his legs uncrossing once more. *********** Justin jerked his pants back up as his dressing room door flew open. He left out a giggle as the door eased shut, the lock clicking in place. “You scared the hell outta me.” Justin watched as the man walked forward, not acknowledging the singers statement. Justin let his pants fall from his slim hips, bending over to pick up and fold them, laying them across a bench. Justin turned around, almost bumping noses with the other man. “Jesus. Would you stop? Unless of course you wanna see me piss all over myself.” The mystery man opted not to answer, instead grabbing Justin’s oxford shirt and ripping it open. Buttons flying through the room. “What the hell? That’s not my shirt. I’m gonna have to pay for that now.” Justin barely had time to finish his sentence as a rough tongue was forced into his mouth. Justin moaned against the forceful mouth and stepped out of his boxers as he felt them being pushed down his legs. Frustrated, he untangled his arms from the white, long sleeved, button-up shirt, his hands grabbing at his tie once freed from the offending cloth. “Leave it on.” the man spoke for the first time.” Justin took a step back, startled and confused. The man wasted no time dragging Justin back to his mouth, pulling forcefully on the tie. “I’m gonna take my clothes off and you are going to get on your knees and suck me like a good little whore.” Justin watched, wide-eyed as the man stripped off his clothes and sat down in the heavy arm chair in the corner. Justin walked slowly to the unnamed man, standing between his spread legs. Justin gasped as the tie around his neck was yanked on heavily, making him fall to his knees. “Suck it bitch.” Justin’s hands slid up the muscular thighs, coming to rest on a thick, heavy erection. He was rewarded with a sharp tug on his tie, pulling his face within centimeters of the man’s cock. “You don’t do anything that I don’t tell you to do. I told you to suck me, not touch me.” Justin licked his lips and opened his mouth, lowering it on to the man’s erection. “Mmm...That’s it. Suck my big cock. Such a good whore.” Justin bobbed up and down, guided by one large hand on his head, another still grasping at his tie. Justin whimpered when his tie was pulled, tightening around his neck. “I wanna watch you play with yourself.” The young man pulled his mouth off the now weeping erection and sat back on his heels. Justin’s hand slid down his chest and wrapped around his own cock. He let out a sharp yell when the man pulled on his tie again, Justin falling forward to land on his hands and knees. “Lay on your back slut.” Justin’s tie was released and he hurried to lay himself down on his back. “I don’t wanna see you touch yourself there. I wanna see you stick those long fingers of your in that tight ass. Fuck your fingers.” Justin flushed as he used his own saliva to wet his fingers and move them down his body. Justin’s hips arched up as one of his fingers pushed into his body. The tight heat gripping it like a vice. The man watched as Justin fucked himself, moans and whimpers filling the air. Justin almost cried in frustration when his fingers were ripped from his body. “What! I was doing what you wanted.” “Look at you. Begging like a little slut. Your legs open like a whore showing off everything.” Justin growled as the man slid to the floor and hauled the young singer into his lap. “Ride me.” Justin didn’t need to be told twice when his tie was pulled on again. He spread pre-cum over the man’s erection and lowered himself on to it slowly. Justin paused only for seconds in discomfort when he felt his ass resting flush against the man. Justin groaned in please as he began to rock and brought his legs up, wrapping them tightly around the other man's waist. He cried out as he was pushed on to his back, legs and ass tightening around the mystery man as they moved. Justin’s eyes closed, his mouth opened, and his back arched as the man began to pound in and out of him. “Oh! Mmm... Harder.” “You slut. Fucking begging like a damn whore.” Justin couldn’t speak. He could only concentrate on the man slamming into his tight hole, mercilessly. Justin swore he was going to start crying when the man pulled all the way out, flipping Justin harshly to his stomach, grabbing at the tie once more. Justin’s chest rubbed against the floor, his leaking cock, grinding roughly against his own skin and the shaggy carpet. “Oh god. Please. More. Please.” Justin cried as the other man bit against the soft skin of his neck hiding under the tie. Justin almost choked as he was pulled up to his knees by the tie. He gasped for air as a strong arm was wrapped around his stomach and leaned his back against the sturdy chest behind him. The man rammed into Justin’s body, pulling on the tie and licking at the singer’s ear. “You like that? You like me fucking you? My hard dick in your sweet, little ass. So fucking tight. Fucking little whore.” Justin’s neck moved with the pulling of his tie, allowing the man access to whatever skin he wanted. He moaned and slammed his body in rhythm with the relentless thrusts of the other man. Justin clung to the arm around his stomach, coming with a loud cry. He felt the man behind him shudder, biting down on his shoulder. Justin stroked the arm around his waist comfortingly, both bodies still joined and trembling with the aftershocks of the intense orgasm. “Oh God.” “You okay?” “That was...un-freakin-believable.” “I wasn’t too rough?” “Hell no. Oh God.” The man chuckled, kissing Justin’s neck lightly. “I was afraid I had kinda got carried away.” “What was that all about? I mean, what...” “That damn tie. I sat there and watched you in that damn tie and this was all I could think about.” Justin separated his body from the other man, turning into his arms and resting his cheek against a strong chest. “I’ve got more ties at home. We can go and break them all in.” JC chuckled kissing Justin’s sweaty brow. “We’ll do that. I can think of a few other things to do with them too.” Justin shivered and leaned up to meet his boyfriend’s kiss.
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