The Audience: applauses thunderously for the host and the co-host.
JC model walked onto the stage, strutting in his skintight, tan, low rider leather pants and brown cashmere turtleneck.
The Audience: whistles and catcalls when seeing the famous JC shake his little tush on his makeshift catwalk/stage.
JC turned toward the camera and did his signature wink, which was accentuated by his caramel and brown newsboy cap-that was turned slightly to the side.
The Audience: throw roses onto the stage. Some men and women scream marriage proposals for the delectable JC.
The camera turned back to show the host, Justin, but he too was staring at JC make his way to the beginning of the stage and stand in front of the letter board. A bit of drool fell from the side of Justin's face then he remembered where he was and smiled for the camera.
"I'm sure our studio audience and viewers are wondering why they can't see me from the waist down and look at one of my magnificent suits."
The Audience: asks "Why?"
Justin chuckles his TV host chuckle, "I'll tell you why. Well, mostly anyway. I can't name any names because of the lawsuit but let's just say that there was a certain situation with a certain co-host," Justin glanced at JC with lust filled eyes for a second. "And there were certain indecent acts or exposure…whatever, so they say."
JC blushes at the statement.
Justin quickly shakes his head and smiles. "I'll won't bore you with the details. The fact is that I must now stay thirty feet away from contestants and forty feet away from the wheel. So the wonderful stage hands built this 10 feet wide, waist high podium for me to stand behind until this lawsuit blows," Justin winked at JC, "out of court."
The Audience: chants "Free Justin" for two minutes straight.
"Settle down now, settle down. Let's meet our contestants, shall we? Our first contestant hails from Pennsylvania. He is a thirty-two-year old used car salesman whose name is Chris Kirkpatrick. It says here, Chris," Justin looked down at his cards, "that you collect used condom wrappers. I'm afraid that I must ask, but Chris, are they your own or other people's?"
"Hi there, Justin-O-Reeno," Chris fake shoots at Justin with his index fingers, "Bang, bang, I got you." Chris laughed at his own joke. "That's a yes-o-reeno to all that you have said, buck-a-roo. I collect other people's condom wrappers, however-"
"Great, I am going against a perve," said the last contestant of the contestant row.
"He's probably a virgin too. How whack are you if you collect other people's condom wrappers and not your own, you know what I sayin'?" said the second contestant.
The Audience: laughs out loud at hearing the comments.
"Hey there buck-a-reenos, I top of the line resent that," Chris protested to his fellow game players, " I have you know that I have had S-E-cover the children's ears there, moms-X before."
"That little speech shows just how much sex you've ever had, Chris," Justin wittingly replied to the camera.
"Yeah and that's none," the second contestant snickered.
"More like negative numbers," the third contestant pointed out.
"So true, so true. How about we meet our other contestants?"
The Audience: "Uh-huh!"
"Great. He hails from New York and is a twenty-three-year-old pizza delivery boy. His name is Joey Fatone. Tell us a bit about yourself, Joey."
"Well, unlike our ancient virgin here, I gets the panties a plenty. So much, that I bet I can have JC here bent over like a whore on Forty-Second and Broadway," he winked at the co-host vixen.
JC blushed naughtily.
"Hey there, Fatone. I suggest that you watch it and respect my ma- I mean the co-host," Justin growled angrily to the contestant.
The Audience: "Grrrrrrrrrr!"
"Sorry there, JC. No disrespect. I do get a lot of ladies and I bang a few of the dudes too. I have twenty kids and three on the way. So I figure that I need to win some type of prize 'cause child support's a bitch. 'Specially on a pizza delivery boy, you know what I'm sayin'?"
"Degenerate," replied the last contestant.
"Yo' motha," Joey snarled back.
"Well, I have you know that my mother is a good upstanding citizen in the law abiding town of Biloxi, Miss-"
"Boys, boys, boys," Justin held his hands up from behind the podium, "Settle down now. Let's meet our final contestant, last week's champion and president of my fan club, Lance Bass. If you were not tuned in last week, Lance here is a twenty-two year old gas attendant. He's also treasurer to the Mississippi State JC Chasez Fan Club-which I am a member of, too. Shhh," Justin placed his index finger on his pink, pouty lips, "It's a secret."
The Audience: "Okay!"
"I know the drill, Justin," Lance drawled sugarily in his white 'I <3 Justin Timberlake' t-shirt and batted his eyes demurely. "I can introduce myself like a big boy. I totally heart Justin Timberlake-"
The Audience: squeals.
And I also heart cats and I work at the Gas-2-Go in my small town. Hi, Momma, Daddy and Becca," Lance waved to the camera.
"Who's Becca, your girl?" Joey asked nosily.
"Ew, like definitely not. She's my sister. I do not partake in incest. That is so wrong, even if my mother married her brother. Besides, I don't even like girls," Lance placed his hand on his hip and swiveled his head quickly in a circular motion.
"Please, Lance don't make me have to throw a bucket of water on you like last time. We don't need the drama, okay? Now let's start with our first puzzle, shall we?"
The Audience: "Let's! Let's!"
JC spreads his arms open a la Vanna White style to showcase the puzzle and smiles for the camera.
Justin mouthed to JC 'I wanna fuck you all night long'.
JC winked and mouthed back 'I want you to'.
"Our first puzzle category is place," JC grinned. The uppermost rows lit up on the letter board. There were six hidden letters and comma on the first row and thirteen hidden letters on the second row.
"Our resident pervert will start us off. Chris, take a spin," Justin politely commanded.
"I take offense to that but I'll spin anyway," Chris replied and bent at the waist to reach the wheel below. Alas, Chris was too short, so after the stagehands brought in ten phonebooks for Chris to stand on, Chris finally spun.
The Audience: screamed "Ohhhhhhhhh!" and covered their eyes with their hands.
"Settle down, folks. It seems that Chris' bald spot has caught the light from a stage light and the glare is pretty strong. Luckily, I have some black shoe polish to help that tiny perve," Justin winked for the camera and audience.
The Audience: swoons "Awwwwwwww!! Thank you, Justin!"
The wheel stops on bankrupt.
"Aw, Justin-o-reeno, seems that I have landed on bankrupt. That just diddly-gee-gosh sucks to H-E-double hockey sticks," Chris pouted and pulled his goatee.
The host, co-host and the other two contestants stared at the miniscule man.
"Okay, Joey, you're next," Justin informed the baby daddy.
"No prob," Joey bended down to turn the wheel. A loud tearing sound is heard through out the studio.
"Oh My God, he totally split his pants," Lance gushed and blushed.
"Shut the fuck up! It's ain't like your girlified ass ain't looking," Joey growled at Lance-who cowered in fright and was a second away from calling security or Justin to come save him.
"Why you Neanderthal!! You have some nerve! I would certainly NOT dignify you with so much as a glance to y-yy-your bac-back," Lance stuttered angrily and then blushed. He looked at the ground to whisper, "side."
The Audience: laughs at Lance.
The wheel spins on bankrupt also for Joey.
"Ain't this a bitch?" Joey muttered.
"Please, can you tone down the vulgarities there buck-a-reeno?" Chris asked Joey.
"Get fucked. Seriously." Joey deadpanned.
No one paid attention to Justin gesturing lewdly to his crotch area specifically for the co-host.
Or paid any to JC, who reciprocated by bending his ass out in the air, to tie his lace less shoe.
Justin licked his lips and then remembered that he was hosting a show.
"Spin the damn wheel, Lance," Justin wanted the show to end. He had someone's ass to plow later.
"I would love to, Justin. Thank you very much," Lance blushed and bent down and wiggled his ass to spin the wheel, secretly hoping for Justin to take a peek.
Justin was not looking in Lance's direction at all. He was watching JC play with his zipper on his leather pants. JC was staring directly into Justin's dark blue eyes.
"Can you hurry it up a bit, Larry?" Justin huffed. He really wanted JC to come over here an-
"It's Lance," Lance stood up and corrected Justin, his idol.
"Whatever, can we just get a move on?" Justin really didn't care who won, he wanted out of hosting the show now, especially since JC was dragging his index finger over his prominent bulge.
"Well, Justin. I would expect you to have that kind of tone with the caveman or the prehistoric virgin but definitely not me-"
Justin interrupted, "Look at that you lose a turn."
"I did not," Lance rolled his eyes.
The wheel automatically spun and stopped on 'Lose a Turn'.
"Looks, like you did now, Leo."
"It's Lance," he squealed.
"Spin Chris," Justin bellowed.
"Uhh, Justin-o-reeno, that was not cool. You definitely should have-"
"Looks like you lost a turn too," Justin frowned, "Go Joey."
"No problem," Joey bent over and split his pants even further, making Lance squirm and sweat heavily in his white 'I <3 Justin' t-shirt.
The wheel spun and stopped on $1000.
"Let me get a T!" Joey yelled. He wanted to make sure he was heard. He did not want to lose like the other losers did.
"Yes, there are three T's," Justin clapped hurriedly and watched JC move to touch the chosen letters.
As JC rose to touch the highlighted T, the end of his cashmere sweater hitched up, showing more than sliver of his hip.
Justin groaned into the mike. He had to thank whoever decided to place the puzzle tiles so high, making JC's protruding hipbone show.
JC raised his arm even higher, knowing exactly what it was doing to Justin. The teasing foreplay made the sex even better in JC's book.
Joey clapped at receiving $3000 and wanted to take his loot and leave right then and there.
"So where can I pick up the check, bro?" he asked the host.
"No, you're not finished as of yet, cave man," Lance haughtily replied as he put his hands on his hips.
"Look here, you fucking weirdo. I'm tired of you running your damn mouth so much-" Joey was interrupted by a very pissed off Lance.
"Now, you look here, mister!" Lance pointed his finger in Joey's face.
"Hey there, buck-a-roonies, there's no need for the name calling and cussing. Now I myself think that a good game of-"
"SHUT UP, YOU FREAK!!" Joey and Lance yelled simultaneously and the two got back to bickering amongst themselves.
The Audience: chanted "Freak! Freak! Freak!"
Justin and JC were oblivious to the arguments and the chanting. The two were practically humping each other. Even though there was at least a hundred feet of distance between them.
'Why don't you come over here' Justin mouthed hungrily.
'Why don't you come over here and ride me?' JC flirted back.
'No, baby why don't you come over here? I got something for you…to see.'
'And I want to see it…baby,' JC licked his lips.
'So come over, baby. I need you.'
'Uh, Justin we're hosting a show.'
'Fuck the show. I have to fuck you now. I'm horny,' Justin pouted.
'You can…after the show.'
'What the fuck? I'm the Goddamn host,' Justin mouthed angrily. He threw his index cards into the air and hit Chris in the eye.
"Well that just diddly-diddle-dee plain hurts," Chris gasped as he grabbed his eyes and jumped up and down.
"Oops. Looks like we have to cut to commercial," Justin smiled fakely.
"This is an outrage!" Lance raged. His face was turning red and spittle was cover all over his jaw.
"Yo," Joey chuckled, "The Justin stalker's eyes are fucking coming out of his goddamn head."
"I take total offense to that you barbarian!" Lance flicked his fingers in Joey's face.
"Look bitch," Joey pushed Lance's hand out of his face, "I'm from Brooklyn. We stomp on little pans-"
Lance slapped Joey in the face, "Why I never!"
Chris howled louder and jumped even higher. Chris jumped so high that he fell over the mini contestant wall and landed on the wheel while Lance girl slapped Joey.
"Cut to commercial! Cut to fucking commercial!" Justin yelled.
*`*`*`*`*
"Hi," Justin smiled dreamily for the camera, "We're back. Since our contestants had a fight, hissy fit, or whatever, this puzzle is our final puzzle. JC has…retired for the night," Justin smiled secretly.
"But I could have sworn that I saw him go under your-"
"Shut your mouth, Barry!"
"It's Lance," he screamed at the host.
"I don't a fuck what your name is. You've been dragging out this show for too long, you whiny, sniveling, little prick. Just shut the fuck up. Some people actually have lives to live."
"But-I-I-I…how could you-"
The Audience: chants "Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up!"
"This is blasphemy!" Lance pointed his finger to the audience and the contestants around him.
"Why don't you put your finger to good use and stick it up Chris's ass." Joey deadpanned.
The audience watched the contestants bicker yet again; their main focus was off their host who was not watching at all. In fact he was rather focused on his podium.
"Now, why can't we all just share the love?" Chris asked
Someone's zipper was being pulled down discretely and the zipper's owner moaned under his breath.
"I bet you would just fucking love for us to share the love, you fucking pathetic asswipe," Joey growled.
Slender hands drew out that certain someone's burgeoning erection out from the constraining zipper. The man, to whom the slender hands belonged to, happily breathed the scent of sweat and precum.
"You know Joey, I think you should stuff it!" Lance's hands were going back on his hips. He meant business.
The slender man swallowed the thick, veined, oh-so-red erection whole-heartedly, deep-throating the host's erection. The host groaned lowly, trying very hard to keep his moans from being heard.
"How about I stuff my fist down your weak ass throat?" Joey turned to Lance and threatened him.
"I think he will like it too much," Chris surprisingly finished.
Lance squawked loudly.
Justin began to thrust his hips forward, the sensation being too much for him to just stand there silently while having his cock sucked. JC began to hum around Justin's eight inches. "Shit…JC…I…" Justin placed his forehead on the podium and grabbed JC's head to guide his dick sucking.
"This unbelievable y-you," Lance turned red faced, "You are both sinning freaks! My momma warned me about people like you!" Lance was overcome with rage.
Joey and Chris laughed at Lance.
The Audience: chanted "Bitch Fight! Bitch Fight!"
Justin chanted another tune. "Harder…suck harder, JC," he whispered to his lover.
"With…pleasure," JC spoke around Justin's swollen erection. JC sucked voraciously causing Justin's balls to tighten, informing JC that Justin was very close.
"You're a Mega Bitch!" Chris deemed Lance.
Lance rolled his eyes and swung his arms furiously. "Oh no you didn't, you bastard motherfucker! I'll show you a bitch," he spat.
"Please, I'd love to see it," Joey egged the southerner on, wanting to see Lance's laughable fighting tactics.
The Audience: stood on their feet and shouted, "Show 'Em! Show 'Em!"
Lance slapped both of the dark-haired men, extremely pissed.
Justin worked his hips faster and faster into JC's mouth, his impending orgasm felt to be monumental.
Lance tackled both men and brought them to floor and started to bitch slap whoever's face he caught first.
The Audience: "Kick his ass! Kick his ass! Kick his ass!"
"I'm gonna cum…baby. You ready?" Justin panted.
"Mmmhmm," JC hummed, hollowing out his cheeks. He was more than ready to swallow Justin's juices.
The Audience: "Beat his ass! Beat his ass! Beat his ass!"
Justin began to piston his hips non-stop into JC's receiving mouth.
The Audience: "Beat…!"
"It's coming…"
The Audience: "...His…!"
"…coming…"
The Audience: "...Ass!"
"FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK JAYCCCCCCCEEEE!!!" Justin came extremely loud.
So loud that the tumbling contestants and chanting audience members stopped to watch the cumming host who was riding his orgasmic wave in JC's face. Justin shrieked his happiness and open his closed eyes, finally noticing everyone's eyes were on him.
"JC?" Justin whispered unsurely.
"Hmmm?" JC mumbled into Justin's deflating cock. He licked the leftover remnants off of Justin's dick.
"Looks like everyone found out," he mumbled to the sexy man on his knees.
JC spat the penis out of his mouth. "Oh shit," he said quite calmly.
The End