This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrity mentioned or any personal knowledge about his private life. Other characters are fictional and do not exist.
Only a few more stops were left of Justin's concert tour, and in these last few towns the pickings were slim. The guys Michael brought back for Justin gave him a good fucking, but nothing special. There was one man, very tall and lanky, with a long, narrow dick, but he was so timid around Justin that he practically had to fuck himself on the guy's long pole. Justin went home after the last performance feeling a bit depressed. Memories of the evening he spent with Troy kept coming back to him, and only after a couple of weeks were the bruises on his stomach beginning to fade.
Justin knew he couldn't ring Michael and ask him to find someone to send round to his house. If anyone saw hot guys coming and going from the house every night on a regular basis, Justin's career and life would be screwed. Justin needed release, so he went digging into his toy chest and found one of the larger dildos. Lubing it up with some spit, he curled up on his bed and began fucking himself. He started off slow, easing the length into him. The dildo was at least a foot long, and reasonably thick, so he took his time, working it in and out, pushing a little bit more into his ass each time. Justin closed his eyes, and pushed the last few inches all the way in, moaning as he did so.
He began moving the dildo faster, quick little movements that kept most of the dildo rammed deep inside him. He closed his eyes, and pictured Troy in front of him, fucking him with his massive tool. Justin began giving himself some long strokes, pulling most of the dildo out of his ass and then ramming it home again, over and over again, pushing himself to the brink of orgasm. Justin's mind was running in circles, remembering all the things that Troy did to him as he pushed the dildo as deep inside himself as he could. Justin's final thought as he came was how Troy smirked at him as he got dressed, the man's beautiful face and smirk.
The next few days continued along the same lines. Justin had various events that he attended during the day, but every night he would go home and remember Troy in all his glory. After only a few days he couldn't contain himself any longer, and rang Michael about his problem.
"I never thought you would get so attached to one of these random tour pick-ups. Why don't I make some calls and see if I can't find someone similar for you?"
"Fuck, Michael, no one else is this guy. He was perfect. And you know as well as I do I can't have random guys showing up at the house all the time. It'd get out!" Justin started panicking on his end of the phone. If this ever got out into the press...
"Hey I know kiddo, I know. Look, I'll give this some thought and call you back tomorrow," Michael said. He sat up half the night coming up with ideas, most of which were impractical or too elaborate. Finally he hit upon a simple solution, one that would make everyone very happy.
Troy couldn't stop thinking about Justin either. That skinny sexy body, the gorgeous face, the power and control he had over the boy. He tried forgetting Justin, and continued his life as if it never happened. Security work was only a temporary job while shows and games were in town, so he was back at the factory the day after Justin left town. He couldn't stop thinking about Justin, not while he was working, or drinking, or trying to sleep. It was driving him mad.
After about three weeks, he was losing his mind. He'd even tried going to a gay nightclub and picking up some young guys, but it just wasn't the same. None of them were so pliant, or submissive. He was running out of options when he received a phone call from Michael.
"Hi, Troy, it's Michael, from the Justin Bieber concert."
"Ah, hi, Michael. Why are you... How'd you get my number?" Troy was shocked by the phone call, because he never remembered giving his phone number to them.
Michael laughed as he replied, "Your boss gave it to me when I told her how pleased we were with the services you provided. I was wondering whether you were particularly attached to your job down there."
"Ah, umm, not really," Troy stuttered out. He was still in shock from the phone call, and he'd started blushing when Michael mentioned talking to his boss.
"Well good, because Justin and I were wondering if you would like to work, full time, for us as his personal bodyguard," Michael put a lot of emphasis and innuendo into the word "personal" as he continued, "Justin just loved the service you provided him last time and would love to have you working for him, every night."
Troy's mouth opened and closed like a fish a few times before he replied quietly, "I'd love to."
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