Gangbang - Chapter II: The Bet LENGTH: 3,291
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Justin Bieber never had a chance. The boys always knew it would work.
Justin Bieber scans the faces of each of the five boys of One Direction in turn, Niall Horan, the smallest one, Louis Tomlinson, the faggot, Zayn Malik, the scrawny emo, Harry Styles, the free spirit, and Liam Payne, the one hope for the group's masculinity. He expected one of them to back down, for it all to be a huge joke. I mean, it was a joke. Sure, he had lost the best, but it was a stupid fucking bet.
"Fuck it. You know what, if you fags want to see my ass that bad, it's fine by me. You won't be the first to see it in person."
That smirk. Justin Bieber, never one to be modest. Even now, surrounded by five other dudes, five of his rivals, he's shirtless, of course, black basketball shorts purposely sagging beneath his ass, with six full inches of white cotton visible between the Calvin Klein waistband.
"But you have to do it yourselves. No way I'm reaching back there myself. I don't know what it's like, and I don't want to find out."
"Fine by me mate. I'm not a frightened of a little Bieber ass."
Harry smiles as he steps toward Bieber. At six feet tall, he stands several inches above Justin's small frame. He has a small plastic object in his right hand, about three inches in length. A butt plug.
Harry puts his hands on Justin's shoulders and leads him over to the couch in the center of the room.
"Bend over, Bieber."
*** It was easier than it should have been.
The boys flew into Los Angeles the night before the American Music Awards. That was the night of the circle jerk. Justin Bieber flew in the next morning. The plan was simple: invite Bieber over, hang out all day, get fucked up, head to the awards show, and come back and crash. It was all innocent enough.
But if you Justin Bieber like the boys of One Direction do, it should serve as no surprise that within an hour of arriving, a cross-faded Justin Bieber was stripping off his shirt. Justin is just that type of guy, the type who can't resist giving people something to look at. For what it's worth, the rest of the boys were all fully clothed, each and every one of them wearing either blue or black jeans and a t-shirt. Except for Zayn. Zayn was lounging quietly in absolutely nothing but a pair of tight boxer briefs, the same pair from the night before.
The conversation came up naturally, or at least Justin figured it had. The butt plug had been left sitting out on the table the whole time, inviting Justin Bieber and his fragile masculinity to discover it, to make a big deal out of it, which of course he eventually did. As it was unfolding, he probably thought he had started everything himself.
But of course he didn't. The whole conversation was planned: a figurative and then a literal dick measuring competition. The butt plug belongs to Harry Styles and he admitted it immediately. Harry Styles is a man who's comfortable with his sexuality. A man who knows the joys of assplay, and loves it when a woman or the occasional man stretches his tight little asshole. But that wouldn't happen tonight.
Harry Styles is confident, seductive. He was the perfect guy to challenge Bieber's understanding of masculinity, to challenge Bieber's skills in bed and knowledge of sex. He was the perfect guy to turn Justin Bieber into the little buttboy that everyone knew he should be.
So he eventually talked Bieber into the bet.
The boys all helped out, though. Niall and Liam joined in on Justin's side, Louis on Harry's. They had to make it all seem genuine, so they argued about anal play and when the time was right, when Bieber had consumed enough alcohol, they steered the conversation towards penis size and they all got cocky. Except for Zayn. He just sat there, disinterested.
Of course, the boys knew beforehand who would lose. After all, Bieber had fucked at least one of each of their ex-girlfriends in the past.
In a way, a dick measuring competition was the only way it could have happened. It was fitting because it all Justin Bieber's sad sense of masculinity valued: penis size. The boys of One Direction knew that there was more to good sex than size, but not Bieber. This is a kid walked around in public half naked every day and fully naked on more than one occasion. And let's face it, he's hung.
The boys considered different ways they could play the situation. The original idea was to instigate the dick measuring contest between Bieber and Zayn. After all, Bieber may be well-endowed, but is cock was nothing compared to the meat hanging between Zayn's legs.
They considered different ways the situation could play out. The easiest would be to instigate a dick measuring contest between Bieber and Zayn. Bieber may be well-endowed, but the meat between his legs was nothing compared to Zayn's monster.
But no, that wasn't good enough. Because each and every boy of One Direction knew that his penis was bigger than Justin Bieber's. And each and every boy wanted Justin Bieber to know that before the end of the night.
So the bet was simple: smallest dick gets a plug stuffed up his ass.
Like I said, it was easier than it should have been.
It was almost like Justin Bieber had planned the entire thing, had tricked the boys into the bed, had been waiting all night for this moment. Because he immediately stood up straight, slid his shorts and underwear midway down his thighs and crossed both hands behind his head, leaving his pubic area completely exposed to the boys of One Direction. He has a beautiful penis, but they had all seen it before, as had the rest of the world. Six and a half inches, smooth and hanging down from a forest of untrimmed pubic hair.
It was impressive.
But one by one, the boys stepped up to humiliate him.
Louis was the first. With his sweatpants and grey Topman boxer briefs tucked beneath his balls, he stroked himself to full length. When he finally moved next to Bieber to compare, it was obvious who was the winner. He was about an inch larger, which is significant, but something about the contrast between his beautifully manicured pubic area and Justin's careless bush made the disparity seem even larger.
Seven and a half inches of long, slender cock.
Then it was Niall. He knew he was the same length as Louis, but much thicker, and it made for a good show. Even when the band masturbated together, he was shy about his body, but something about this situation excited and emboldened him, so he unbuttoned his jeans and pushes them, along with his white Calvin Kleins all the way down to his ankles in one smooth motion.
Seven and a half inches of thick cock.
Justin was silent. The boys knew why. He was starting to worry. Starting to realize that there was a small chance that he might be in deep shit. That feeling was only getting worse, because Liam was next.
It made sense. Men have big cocks. Liam is by far the most traditionally masculine of the boys. So he must have the biggest cock in the band. So imagine Justin Bieber's relief when Liam pulled down his sweatpants and revealed his modest seven inch cock, whimpering semi-hard from an even denser forest of pubes than Bieber.
He thought he might have made it out safe. But he didn't.
It's still half an inch more than you, Bieber.
Harry stepped up next. He slid his track pants and boxers lazily down his thighs, revealing the first truly huge cock of the bunch.
Eight inches. Enough said.
By this point, Bieber was literally sweating. His hands were no longer crossed behind his head. They were hanging down by his crotch, playing with the waistband of his underwear, begging to cover himself up.
"Looks like you're in trouble mate," Harry teased.
Justin flushed with anger, but then he realized something. Zayn Malik was the last boy, and even though he may not be the shortest member of the group, he was by far the scrawniest. He knew he would be fine.
"Fuck that. I'm not worried. Z, I'll tell you what. If you're bigger than me, I'll even wear the plug to the fucking award show."
Some boys are just that arrogant.
*** Justin Bieber is bent over in the middle of the hotel suite. His knees are balanced on the shoulder of the couch and his hands are resting on the middle cushion, such that his body is on a downward incline. His back is heavily arched and his ass is propped up in the air at an almost ninety degree angle for easy access. He stares down bitterly at the Moroccan print on the couch cushion as the members of One Direction assemble behind his backside. He is shirtless, and his black basketball shorts are sagging down just enough to expose the white waistband of his unmistakable Calvin Klein boxer briefs.
Harry takes his time. He walks up being Justin and latches two forefingers from each hand into the waistband of his shorts and slowly pulls them down, first past his ass cheeks, and then down to crumple at his knees. He pauses to let his buddies take in the sight and come to terms with the fact that Justin Bieber is bent over in front of them in his underwear. He only waits for a moment though, knowing that greater moments lie ahead. For his part, Justin appears submissive with his ass on exhibit. His boxer briefs look nearly transparent, likely due to some combination of his own sweat and the track lighting smiling down on him from the ceiling. Harry can see the smooth skin of his spread ass cheeks peeking through the cotton.
"Cute arse, Bieber."
Justin blushes.
Harry lifts his hands again, this time to Justin's underwear. He positions his two index fingers side-by-side along the underwear at the cleft of Justin's spine and slips them beneath the waistband. From here, his fingers move outward in opposite directions until they come to rest at either side of Justin's waist. Justin adjusts himself out of anxiety. His legs retreat unconsciously inward toward one another, and his butt cheeks clench shut. Harry begins peeling back the Calvin Klein briefs from the sweaty skin. His pace is measured, deliberately slow, like a strip tease for himself and the rest of the boys. He refuses to spoil the moment by indulging too quickly. His eyes crawl down Justin's backside as inch after inch of his ass crack reluctantly comes into view, and then as suddenly as he began, Harry hooks Justin's underwear just beneath the boy's ass cheeks. He doesn't want to overreach yet. Justin's ass cheeks are clenched together so tightly that the skin along his crack is white with tension.
It's time to show us everything, Justin.
Harry reaches down between Justin's thighs and begins pushing them apart to give himself better access to the ass in front of him. Justin sense what he's trying to do and resists initially, refusing to unclench his ass, suddenly dreadfully aware of the fact that he is about to be completely exposed to the eyes of the five boys, but before he can fully process the situation and come to terms with his own humiliation, his legs are parted and his ass cheeks spread wide open. His back is arched and his tight little pink hole is on display to all five boys in the room, with a few nearly invisible little hairs scattered about its rim.
Harry can only imagine the unique embarrassment Justin Bieber must be experiencing right now. To have his most private area exposed to the eyes of a bunch of teen boys who stole all his fans. But it's more than just that. It's the smell. Harry can smell it. It's the smell of sweat and musk, the distinct aroma of ass, rising from between the spread butt cheeks of Justin Bieber.
"Look at that little hole. It looks tighter than my ex-girlfriend, mate."
The boys watch on in delight as Bieber silently refuses to acknowledge the remark.
Harry knows how to do do this right, but he's going to start out by doing it wrong.
This will all be so much more enjoyable that way.
Harry motions for Liam to come help him. Liam walks forward and grabs Justin's hips, one with each muscular hand, to hold the boy in place.
Harry lifts the butt plug and runs it slowly up and down Justin's ass crack. He repeats the motion four times before finally lining the plug up directly Justin's asshole. He places his left hand on Justin's hip to hold him in place, and then he applies minimal pressure with the tip of the plug. He's not trying to push it in. He's just teasing Justin's hole. He feels it convulse, tightening and loosening in sequence. He times out the rhythm and just when the hole begins to loosen, he makes his move and rams the plug into Justin's hole. Hard.
"Holy fuck! Fuck! Oh my fucking god!"
The moment is almost too satisfying. Watching Bieber try and fail to buck away from the dildo, chained into place by the muscular hands of Liam Payne. Listening to the pained, shaky outcry from Justin. But above all, the obscenely loud popping noise that Justin Bieber's asshole makes when the plug busts past his rim for the first time. It's all pure sex.
Nevertheless, Justin's ass reacts quickly. His sphincter immediately tightens and constricts the plug before it can reach deep into his ass, leaving only the plug lodged in his role. Which is what Harry wanted. He loiters, rotating the plug in Justin's hole, applying pressure every few seconds. He lets the plug marinate in the particles and stench of ass.
"Fuck this. Take that shit out of me," Bieber finally breathes.
"Calm down. You just need some lube, mate."
Harry waits a few more moments and then roughly removes it from Justin's hole.
"Ow! What the fuck, bro?" Justin cries.
Harry leans forward and extends his arm to offer the tip of the plug to Justin.
"I told you. You just need lube. Get your mouth on it and lube it up."
Justin turns his head to the side and looks at Harry.
"Absolutely fucking not," he replies in disgust.
"Stop being a bugger, mate. None of us here are going to judge you. I'm just trying to help you out. This is going in your arse either way, but it's going to hurt if you're not lubed.
Justin prepares to protest more, but Harry preemptively shuts him down.
"Now hurry the fuck up, mate. We haven't got all day."
Justin is thunderstruck. He doesn't even know how to respond, so he opens his mouth.
Harry stuffs the plug inside.
"Suck on it."
And that's that. The five members of One Direction stand there and watch Justin Bieber, ass exposed, suck the inside of his own ass off the butt plug.
Harry pumps the toy roughly in and out of the pop star's submissive mouth an unnecessary number of time before removing it. He then returns to his original position and slaps the saliva-soaked tip on Justin's twitching asshole.
"Ah, This still isn't enough lube. Nialler, get me my lube from the pocket of my duffel."
It was all for nothing, Justin.
"Aye."
Niall walks across the room to the chair in the corner and rummages through the duffel bag. He pulls out a few Magnum XL condoms and holds them up for everyone to see with a big smile.
"Well shit, mate! Magnums!"
Harry smiles.
"Get the damn lube, mate."
"Alright, alright."
Niall drops the condoms back into the bag and, after a few more moments of searching, extracts a small plastic bottle of lube with black tape wrapped around its center.
He hands it to Harry.
"Alright, Bieber. Now, just relax."
Justin leans his head all the way down on the cushion, preparing himself.
Harry shakes the bottle and then pops open the cap. He holds it just above Justin's ass and squirts a generous amount directly onto his pink hole. The mixture is thick and cloudy, unlike ordinary lube, but then again that's because it isn't ordinary lube at all.
Harry brings the plug back up to Justin's hole and rubs it gently about the rim, coating it in the gooey mixture. This time, he's patient. He applies pressure slowly and sinks the tip of the plug along with its natural lubricant past Justin's rim.
He expects a pained response to the intrusion, but instead:
A moan.
All five of the boys smile. Hook, line, and sinker.
Harry extracts the plug entirely and pours more of the mixture onto Justin's hole. He repeats the motions again and again, each time pushing the plug a little deeper, each time using a more generous portion from the bottle, each time feeding Justin Bieber's little asshole more and more of his and the boys' semen. Finally, the butt plug bottoms out in Justin's butt.
Harry leans forward and whispers while rotating the plug lodged in Justin's ass:
"See. Not so bad, is it mate?"
No heated response this time. Just a deep, quiet moan.
Harry slaps Justin's ass cheek as hard as he can, leaving a large red hand print.
"Fuck!"
This time the word comes out differently, a half-moaning expletive soaked in sexual desire.
Harry takes this opportunity to slide Justin's underwear the rest of the way down his legs so that they bunch around his knees alongside his shorts. He might as well put the entire package on display for the boys.
After a few moments, he grabs the base of the butt plug and begins extracting it.
Justin immediately reaches his arm back and whines:
"No! Stop! It's already in, man. Please, please, just leave it in there bro."
Harry looks down at the bottle in his hands. It's still half full. He isn't done.
"It's in, but if you leave it like that all night, your ass is going to dry out and hurt like hell in the morning. Trust me, you need more lube, mate."
"Please just hurry up, bro. Get it over with."
Harry extracts the plug for the last time. When the tip finally slides past Justin's rim, his hole makes a wet popping noise, first clenching shut and then relaxing, gaping and stretched open for the first time. Harry winks as his fellow bandmates who can now see into the dark chasm of the boy's asshole. Zayn is recording a video on his phone.
Harry unscrews the cap of the bottle entirely and discards it on the floor. He brings the bottle up to Justin's ass and tilts, allowing the mixture to pour out. Harry Styles, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, Louis Tomlinson, and Liam Payne watch as the mixture oozes out of the bottle. They watch as the stretched little asshole of Justin Bieber willingly swallows all five of their thick loads. As the mixture pours into his hole, the boys take a moment to stare at the hard cock hanging between Justin Bieber's legs.
When the bottle is finally empty, Harry uses the tip of the plug to mop up the remaining come from around Justin's rim and sinks it deep into the moaning bitch boy's hole, plugging it shut.