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Golden Phoenix

Disclaimer: Again, fiction.

Rating: R with some NC-17 chapters for adult content and violence

Summary: Joey has always been willing to accept his fate as an alcoholic until...

Websites: Castrofics.com for the most comprehensive Jason Castro fanfiction and aphroditeslabyrinth.com for stories inspired by the sparkly boys of 'Nsync. 





Golden Phoenix I





Joey's father was an alcoholic. And his
father's father was an alcoholic. And his father's father's father died
after drowning himself in wine. So, it was only a matter of time that
Joey would soon fall victim to the God of Wine. Soon. It was in his
genes . He was predisposed to suffer the same fate that his father and
his father's father, and his father's father's father had suffered,
alcoholism.

Sitting at the nightclub he often frequented
whenever *Nsync was in town, he downed another shot of hard liquor and
then demanded another and another. He had a bad day today. Hell, he had
been having a bad day all week, all month. Johnny had confronted him
right before the concert tonight about his weight fluctuations. The
bastard told him he was gaining too much weight too fast. He threatened
to strip away his singing lines as if he had many to begin with if he
did not trim down by the end of the tour. It was always about his
weight problem. If not that, it was about his inadequacies as a singing
tenor. If not his singing, it was about his overly flirtatious ways
with fans. If not that, there was always something else. There was
always something wrong with Joey. Joey was never perfect. Joey would
never be perfect. Joey was a useless piece of human shit who should be
thankful to have friends who would let him feed off of them because he
did crap.

"Another one?" Bartender Mike asked.

No answer. Joey simply slid the glass across the bar to Mike for a refill.

"Hard day?"

"Hard fuckin' life." Joey said, downing another shot, and then throwing the empty glass toward Bartender Mike.

"You
know you shouldn't drink too much. Ever since you stepped through that
door two hours ago, all you've been doing is drinking."

"My father's an alcoholic. And now I'm an alcoholic . So just give me my drink, pretty boy."

Bartender
Mike shrugged and refilled yet another glass of liquor. Joey drank the
liquid contents of the glass as soon as the glass touched his hand. He
attempted to get up, but the alcohol was affecting his motor skills and
soon he found himself on the floor.

While on the floor, his eyes
fell upon a ravishing woman dancing in the cage. She was a voluptuous
beauty with short wavy brown locks with streaks of wild blonde.
Scantily clad like all the dancers in the club, her attire left little
to the imagination. He wanted her. He wanted to be inside her. He want
to fuck her. He was going to fuck her.

The group's flirt- the
bad apple among the good mama's boys. It was expected of him. And Joey
was going to live up to his expectations. Every night there would be a
new conquest. Men, women, it didn't matter to Joey so long as he got
laid. After all he had a reputation to maintain.

In the corner
of his eyes, he saw Dancer blondie leaving her cage. He pushed himself
off the floor. In his stupor, he stumbled after her. He waited for her
as she reclaimed her coat from the coat girl. She left the club and he
followed suit. As she round the corner, he was right in her face. He
grabbed her by the arm and pushed her against the wall. She struggled
against his weak grip and was successfully able to push the superman
off of her.

"What the fuck!" Joey tended his bleeding lip. "Do you know who I am, bitch?!"

"Fuck
you!" Dancer Blondie fired back. "Just because you're Joey Fatone from
*Nsync don't mean that every damn women want to fuck you. Get over your
fuckin' self. You're nothing but a fuckin' piece of shit. I know what
you did to Nicole. You fucked her the last time you were here and left
her without saying a fuckin' good bye. Fuck you, you piece of shit!"

Piece of shit. Lou was right. He was nothing but a piece of shit. A worthless piece of shit.

"Justin. Justin."

Slowly, the sleeping boy opened his eyes wearily.

"Yeah, Josh." He whispered inaudibly.

"You feeling better?"

"A
little." The boy attempted to smile weakly, but he couldn't stifle the
impending cough and he coughed in his best friend's face.

"That
doesn't sound too good." JC smiled back, tucking the boy under the
sheets. "I'm going to get you some more of the cold/flu shit Lonnie
bought earlier."

"Don't go." Justin quickly latched onto JC.

"I won't be long."

"What if you don't come back?"

"Don't be silly."

"It's
1 am, what if something happened to you. Please don't go. I'm feeling
better already. Feel my head." Justin pleaded with his best friend,
taking JC's palm and placed it on his forehead. "See. All cool."

"Justin,
you ran out of your medication. I'm going to get Todd to come along
with me and we'll be fine. We're big boys. We can take care of
ourselves." JC argued. "You just rest here in bed and I'll be back
shortly with your next dose."

Justin nodded as he sunk into the
depths of his bed. Pulling the sheet over his head, he pressed further
into the pillow. He closed his eyes, trying to will himself to sleep
despite the aches and pains of his ailing body. He had to get better
for everyone. Tonight, he almost collapsed in front of a crowd of
20,000 screaming fans. He had to get better or the tour would be
cancelled. For the sake of the group, Justin was determined to beat
this flu.

Still heavily intoxicated, Joey had no clue how he had
managed to get back to the hotel. All he remembered was when Dancer
Blondie left him in the streets, a cab had pulled over. Cab driver Tom
asked him if he was Joey Fatone and he answered, "Fuck, yeah! I'm the
great Joey Fatone of *Nsync." And the next thing he remembered, Cab
driver Tom pulled him off the streets and deposited his drunken ass in
the cab and drove him back to the hotel.

"What's this?" Cab driver Tom questioned, as Joey handed him a wad of twenties.

"Fee for your service."

"Keep it. The ride was already paid for. Now you get your drunken ass inside before you get into more trouble tonight."

"Yes, daddy." Joey saluted Cab driver Tom as he sped off into the night.

"Asshole. Who the fuck you think you are telling me what to do," Joey muttered under his breath as he flipped up the birdie.

He
turned around and stumbled his way into the hotel. At this late into
the night, even the perkiest, most cheerful receptionist wanted nothing
more than to sleep. He hollered at her a few times and she ignored him,
threatening to call security if he didn't get his shitty ass in his
room.

A few more "fuck you's" later and Joey was on his way to
his room on the fifth floor. He stumbled into the hallway. Squinting
his eyes, he stared straight ahead, and then he made a right turn and
headed down the hallway toward his room. He opened the door and in his
stupor, he quietly closed the door, hushing himself. He staggered
toward his bed when he noticed the light emitting from under the
bathroom door. He tiptoed his way toward the door and pushed the door
slightly. He peeked through the aperture and stared at his bandmate,
his friend as he patted his body dry with a terri cloth towel. He
watched with much rapture as the boy turned around and bend over to dry
his legs and feet. Muscular back. Long legs. Smooth, tight ass. He
found himself getting hard at the mere thought of ramming his hard cock
into that tight ass. He continued to fixate on the boy as he put on his
boxers and wifebeater at an excruciatingly painful slow pace.

Joey cleared his throat to warrant the boy's attention.

"What are you doing here?"

"Um…taking a shower." Justin stammered.

"I can see that."

"I
was hot and Chris was using the bathroom so I came across the hall to
your room to use your bathroom." Justin explained. "I'm sorry."

"Don't
be." Joey stepped forward, closing the gap between them. "Because I'm
not." Joey breathed heavily on the nape of the boy's neck. The alcohol
lingering on Joey's breath left Justin feeling even more nauseated.
"Justin, boy have you grown." Joey reached in between their bodies to
grab hold of Justin's dick and gave it a painful squeeze. "So big."

Justin,
alarmed by his friend's behavior, slapped Joey's hand and pushed him
away. He watched as Joey tumbled back toward the bathtub.

"I'm
going now. I am going to pretend this never happened because you're
obviously drunk, again. You should rest before JC comes back. He
wouldn't be too happy to see you drunk, again." Justin said, before
turning around quickly for the door.

He was too slow, too late.
Joey lunged toward him, tackling him to the floor. Joey quickly turned
Justin over and pinned him on the floor with the weight of his body.

"Get
off of me, Joey!" Justin shrieked. "Let go of me! Let go of me, Joe!"
The tears finding to the surface of his face. "What the fuck are you
doing?!" Justin screamed as Joey shoved his hand through the slit of
his boxers to grip his phallus in a tight fist.

"Shut the fuck up and enjoy it like the little whore that you are!" Joey slammed the boy the hard against the floor.

The
impact knocked Justin out momentarily as Joey proceeded to undress
above him. Justin's eyelids cast over his misty blues as articles of
clothing fell on the floor beside him. Soon Joey stood before him
naked. Joey nudged apart Justin's legs with his foot, inching closer
and closer to Justin's crotch until his foot pressed against Justin's
crotch. Joey fell on top of Justin, crushing the sensitive organ
between his legs with his knee upon impact. Justin yelped in pain and
fought back tears. Hands and legs flailing everywhere as Justin tried
desperately to gain control of the situation. Despite all the strength
he had, Joey was much too strong and he empowered him easily. His
clothes, the little that he wore, was ripped off his body, leaving him
naked to Joey's assault of his body. The man he considered his big
brother, the man he considered his best friend, sexually assaulted him
as he groped him roughly, and then rammed his hard cock inside him,
tearing him in half. The penetrations, rough and shallow burned him,
pained him to no end. He lay on the floor, helplessly, as Joey
continued to violate him for nearly half an hour. Half an hour of
agonizing pain before Joey withdrew from inside him for the last time.
He remained on the floor as Joey walked over him and climbed onto his
bed. The lamp turned off, leaving Justin to cry in the dark. He curled
up into an infantile position and wept quietly to himself until there
was no more tear to shed.

Justin could hear Joey's rhythmic
breathing and knew that he had fallen asleep. Not wishing to spend
another second in Joey's room, Justin began to crawl his way across the
room toward the door. He pulled himself off the floor and opened the
door when his escape was impeded.

"Justin, oh my God!" Chris
shrieked when Justin collapsed into his arms in the middle of the
hallway. Chris's eyes wondered about Justin's body. Nothing stood out
more than the crimson blood that covered Justin's lower body. "What
happened?" Chris got down on his knees, cradling Justin's head in his
hands.

"Just get me out of here." Justin managed to say. "Just
get me out of here before JC comes back, please. JC can't know about
this."

"Okay. Okay." Chris nodded, stripping off his flannel shirt to place it over Justin's lower body.

"Know about what?"

Alarmed, Chris abandoned Justin to floor and slowly turned around to find JC just inches away. Todd right behind.

"What shouldn't I know about, Chris?" JC demanded to know.

The
firm voice echoed throughout the hall, waking up the occupants of the
fifth floor. All their bodyguards emerged from their rooms to join
Todd. JC stepped closer toward Chris when he noticed Justin on the
floor with a flannel shirt thrown flimsily over his lower body. The
once white flannel shirt now stained with Justin's blood. Chris inched
away from Justin, gently resting the boy on the floor. JC moved in
between the two friends and cradled Justin's head in his lap. Leaning
down to place a delicate kiss on Justin's forehead, JC turned around to
usher the bodyguards back into their rooms. All, but Lonnie, returned
to their sleeping quarters.

"Tell me what happened?" JC asked in a whispering tone.

Justin
shook his head and tried to push JC away when JC tightened his grip on
Justin's arm. The shirt fell to the floor, revealing what JC had known
all along. Justin's body was covered with blotches of blacks and blues.
His penis was painfully inflamed. And there was blood. Blood coming
from one source.

"Justin, were you raped?" JC asked.

This time Justin merely nodded, dropping to the floor in a huddled mess of tears.

"Who did this?" JC turned around to face Chris. "Who fuckin' did this to him?!"

"I don't know, JC." Chris answered. "But I found him coming out of Joey's room."

"Joey.
Fuckin' Joey." JC returned his attention to the sobbing boy on the
floor and squeezed his arm reassuringly before walking over him to deal
with his bandmate, his best friend.

JC flung the door opened and
found the bed empty. He trekked further into the suite, noticing
Justin's torn clothes scattered on the floor . His eyes narrowed in on
Justin's blood that had smeared on the floor.

"Joey! Where the fuck are you?!" JC yelled.

There
was no answer, but he could definitely hear Joey puking in the
bathroom. He flung the door opened and indeed his suspicions were true.
He grabbed Joey by the hair and dragged him out of the bathroom and
threw him against the wall. Joey slumped to the floor and gave out a
little laugh .

"That hurt." He laughed.

"You fuckin' son
of a bitch. What is it, Joe?! You haven't fucked enough people that you
decided to fuckin' rape your own little brother?!" JC yelled.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Justin! Justin!" JC screamed in his face. "You fuckin' raped Justin!"

"Oh, yeah. I remembered his tight little ass now." Joey laughed further.

Joey's
drunken giggles threw JC over the edge and the next thing he knew he
was all over Joey, pounding his fist in Joey's face until Todd and Dre
rushed inside to restrain him.

"Let me go! Let me go! I'm going to fuckin' kill this bastard!" JC roared, struggling to free himself of the human restraints.

"JC!" Chris cried out from outside the hall.

"What is it, Chris? I need to kill this bastard first?" JC responded, still reaching out for Joey's motionless body.

"It's Justin. He's not conscious." Chris wailed.

JC rushed back into the hallway as Lonnie pushed Chris away to tend his charge.

JC cradled Justin in his arms, shaking him, trying to resuscitate some life into the lifeless body.

"Justin. Justin. Wake up, buddy. Wake up, buddy." JC cried out, pulling Justin closer to his chest.

"Someone call the ambulance!" Lonnie cried out loud.

Chris quickly got to his feet and ran back inside his room to make the desperate call to save his two little brothers.

"I need an ambulance right now."
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