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Fic: Twenty-One

Author: Aphrodite

Feedback: Yes, send to nsaphrodite@...

Disclaimer: Inspired by a rumored incident, but fiction nonetheless. .

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Justin Timberlake learns a valuable lesson his 21st birthday.

Author's Website: http://www.aphroditeslabyrinth.com



Twenty-One II

The drive to the station was relatively
quick as the officers abused their official powers and had their sirens
on throughout the drive, bypassing red lights and cutting off citizens
in their haste to arrive at the station. Once the car stopped, they
quickly surveyed the vicinity and when all appeared clear, both
officers stepped out with Officer McArthur unlocking the building and
Officer Mason retrieving the boy. Justin didn't move. In fact as soon
as Officer Mason appeared, the boy scurried away, slamming his body
against the side of the door. When Officer Mason tried to pull on his
leg, the boy tried to kick the officer in the face. Prepared, Officer
Mason was able to catch the boy's foot and pulled him toward him. Still
the boy struggled, kicking his legs constantly until Officer Mason had
enough and slammed his fist on the boy's genitals. Justin, unable to
suppress the pain anymore, cried out loud, as he buried his face into
the cushioned seat. 

"Shut the fuck up and get out!" Officer
Mason ordered, pressing the gun into the boy's crotch, "Or I'll shoot
your cock right off." 

Justin, defeated, nodded and allowed
himself to be carried to the building where Officer McArthur was
already waiting for him. The room that Officer Mason led him to was
cold and dark. He had to feel his way around in the room. He felt a
table and an empty chair. It was an interrogation room. He figured the
other chairs were occupied by Officer McArthur and Officer Mason so he
opted to stand instead. The silence was unnerving as all Justin could
hear was the heavy breathing from the two officers. And the fact that
the room was pitch-black was terrifying. At any one point, he could be
blindly attacked and he wouldn't be able to defend himself. Then
suddenly, a flashlight was turned on, highlighting Officer Mason's
hollow cheekbones. Now that Justin had a good look at the young
officer, the man didn't look as threatening as before. Of course, his
actions were a different story. Officer Mason's dark hair and olive
complexion reminded Justin of Josh. He was probably the same age as
Josh as well. He wasn't nearly as tall or big as Justin had thought .
The Officer probably stood 5'9" at the tallest and from the way he wore
his uniform, Justin knew he wasn't a very muscular man. Officer
McArthur, on the other hand, frightened him. He had graying silver
locks that were combed sleekly back. His forearms were covered with
tattoos. His skin leathered and dark, from the years of staying out in
the sun perhaps. He had a four inch scar that ran across the right side
of his face that he constantly fingered. 

"Got it twenty years
ago in San Francisco's Chinatown." Officer McArthur stood up, standing
well above 6'. He approached the terrified boy and removed the
handcuffs. Justin kept backing away until he hit the wall. "Looks
hideous, doesn't it?" Justin turned his head away and Officer McArthur
snapped his head back forward. "It might not be purdy like you are, but
it adds character." Officer McArthur stared into the glossy eyes and
ran his fingers across the smooth baby soft face before marching back
to his seat. 

"Do you know why you're here?" Officer McArthur posed the question, shining his gun.  

Justin gulped.  "I didn't do anything." 

"You seemed to have done a lot tonight." 

"I didn't." 

"You were drunk out in public, causing a nuisance. Not to mention, you were drinking underage-"

"But I'm-" 

"Do
not interrupt me!" Officer McArthur slammed his gun on the table hard.
"You were drinking underage! You defied police officers and assaulted
police officers! And you call that nothing, boy?!" When Justin didn't
respond, Officer McArthur turned to his partner and smiled. "I'm afraid
we'll have to a do a strip search with a full body cavity search for
any illegal possessions." 

Justin's head perked up.  "Please, I promise I won't do it, again.  Just let me go home." 

"Strip!" 

"Please, sir." 

"Boy, do not anger me more than you already have. Strip now or Officer Mason will be forced to tear apart your expensive suit." 

"Please." 

"Strip!" 

Justin
bit down on his lips. He turned toward the wall. With trembling
fingers, he slipped off his jacket then he removed his vest and shirt.
He peeled off his wifebeater and slid down his pants. Now just in his
boxer-briefs, Justin stood, feeling already naked and vulnerable. 

"Underwear, too, boy." 

"God, please." 

"Now, boy, before Officer Mason here rips it off of you." 

Justin
nodded and slowly lowered the boxer-briefs to the floor with all his
other clothes. Now completely nude, Justin stood, bracing for what to
come. 

"Turn around." 

Justin shook his head, no.  He was already so humiliated tonight.  He couldn't. He just couldn't.  

"Turn around, boy." 

Again,
Justin was defiant, shaking his head. Officer McArthur slammed his fist
on the table and ordered Officer Mason to punish the boy. Officer Mason
nodded and approached the boy from behind. Using two tazer guns,
Officer Mason struck the boy's balls. Justin screamed out in pain as he
collapsed to the floor. 

"Now get up and turn around as you were told."  Officer McArthur ordered.

Justin
roughly wiped away his fresh tears and pushed himself off the ground.
He slowly turned around and faced his tormentors. 

"Remove your hands from your crotch and put your hands over your head, boy." 

Justin
slowly looked up, staring straight ahead at Officer McArthur, and then
he raised his arms, put his hands over his head, exposing his genitals.
Satisfied, Officer McArthur licked his lips, hungrily. 

"Mason, make sure he doesn't have anything hiding in there." 

"Yes, partner," Officer Mason replied and then skipped toward Justin.  

Justin's
brows furrowed. Confusion evident on his face as Officer Mason stepped
behind him. And before Justin could react, Officer Mason had his balls
in his fists and crushed them. Justin screamed, clawing at the
officer's closed fists. 

"Argh!" Justin groaned, painfully, as Officer Mason continued to crush the balls.  "Oh, God. Please let me go."

Officer
McArthur turned a deaf ear to the boy's pleading, encouraging his
partner to continue the abuse. "Make sure he's not hiding anything in
there." 

"I'm trying." 

"Is he hiding anything?" 

"Still checking." 

"And now?" 

A long pause ensued. 

"Now, Mason!"  

"All
clear," Officer Mason finally announced, letting go of the bruised
balls as Justin crashed to the floor. "All he has in there are
testicles." 

"Good. Now that we have that taken care of, we
have to perform the full body cavity search to make sure he's not
hiding anything illegal. Get him on the table, Mason." 

Justin, still cradling his balls, begged Officer Mason to please let him go . 

"Please.  I don't have anything to hide. I don't." 

"Get him on the table, Mason." 

"Please. Please." 

"You
heard the Chief." Officer Mason grabbed the boy's arm and dragged him
to the table, where he slammed him on the table. The boy struggled
against the two officers to no avail. Within minutes, the boy's limbs
were bound to the table legs, exposing every orifice to be prodded and
probed. 

"Please. I'm not hiding anything." 

"That's for
us to find out." Officer McArthur responded. "You already broke several
laws tonight. We have to make sure you're not hiding anything illegal."

"Please, just let me go home. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." 

"I thought you said you didn't do anything wrong." 

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I was drunk.  Let me go home." 

"When we're sure you're not hiding anything illegal, you can go home.  Now turn your head." 

Justin nodded and turned his head to the side.  

Officer
McArthur pulled on the boy's earlobe and slid a finger in the ear. All
appeared clear. The boy was not hiding anything in his right ear. He
twisted his neck to the other side and probed the boy's left ear. Once,
again, the boy was not hiding anything in his left ear. Next, Officer
McArthur, tilted the boy's head, so he could look into the boy's
nostrils. Again, the boy was not hiding anything in his nostrils. He
pried open the boy's mouth and observed the seemingly empty cavity. To
ensure there was nothing hiding in the boy's mouth, Officer McArthur
shoved his tongue down the boy's throat, nearly gagging him. The boy
was turning red and his eyes were turning glossy with tears. Indeed,
the boy was not hiding anything in his mouth either. 

"So far, he's clean." Officer McArthur informed his partner. 

Justin
just lied there on the table, staring at the ceiling as the two
officers carried on their conversation about the possibilities of
Justin hiding something in his body somewhere. Then the conversation
abruptly stopped and Justin closed his eyes. Officer Mason gripped the
boy's penis with both hands. He wrapped his fingers around the phallus
and held it up in the air. 

"I don't know how we're going to
probe inside this." Officer McArthur mused, pacing back and forth. He
stopped at the boy's head and leaned over him, grabbing the boy's
penis. "Pry open the lips and keep the cavity wide open." 

As
Officer Mason pinched the lips of Justin's penis, the boy began to
panic, struggling on the table, pleading with the officers to let him
go. 

"Please, I'm not hiding anything." Justin cried.  

"We'll
see about that," Officer McArthur responded, sliding his pinky finger
into the penile hole, stretching it uncomfortably. "I can't probe far
enough," said Officer McArthur, removing his finger and replacing it
with a rounded rod. He slid the rod all the way to the hilt and
withdrew and then slid it back in, repeating the motions several times.
When he yanked it out for the last time, he declared, "The boy is not
hiding anything in his cock. And now for the final cavity search."
Officer McArthur cracked his knuckles and moved to the foot of the
table. He motioned for Officer Mason to help restrain the boy's legs,
bending the legs at the knee and exposing the boy's virginal anus. He
slipped one finger inside and Justin gasped. He slipped another finger
inside and Justin held his breath. He slipped yet another finger and
Justin bit down his lower lips. When Officer McArthur squeezed another
finger inside and then another, Justin groaned painfully.

"Please." The boy begged.  "Please." 

His
pleas were left unanswered as Officer McArthur twisted his fist inside,
tearing the rectum in the process. Justin could no longer contain
himself. He screamed in pain as Officer McArthur withdrew his fist and
slammed it back inside, relaxing and clenching his fist. He kept
probing the boy's innermost cavity and boy kept crying his apologies. 
 
For
a good fifteen minutes Officer McArthur fisted the boy, fucking him
with his fist. He watched with amusement as Justin's cock seemed to
enjoy the abuse. Then, again, he was deliberately aiming for the boy's
prostate. Even though the boy felt like he was dying from the intense
pain, his cock still engorged upon contact with his prostate.
Ejaculation was eminent and when Justin finally submitted to the
fist-fucking, he shuddered violently as his cock squirted out ropes
after ropes of semen. When the last drop spewed out of the boy's cock,
Officer McArthur withdrew his fist, yanking it out roughly, causing
further damage to the boy's already bleeding rectum. The handcuffs were
removed and with the help of the two officers, Justin was clothed once
more. He was free-balling, but clothed nonetheless. It was suggested by
Officer Mason to shove the boy's boxer-briefs into his rectum to stop
the bleeding. The method appeared to work. Besides, with the abuse the
boy's genitals had endured during the hour long interrogation, he
wouldn't fit into the boxer-briefs. His cock and balls appeared to have
doubled in size. Once fully dressed, the officers escorted the barely
conscious boy outside, where a black Escalade waited for their arrival.
The passenger window rolled down and the two officers were greeted by
the man who hired them, JC Chasez. JC handed the two officers a wad of
bills, totaling to $2000 for the two. Officer McArthur, to Officer
Mason's surprise, refused the money.

"Keep the money. It was our
pleasure to teach the boy a thing or two about the law. It is our duty
to uphold the law and protect the citizens of this great city. I
guarantee you that from now on the boy would not get drunk anymore,"
explained Officer McArthur.

"If you insist.  I thank you for your service." JC shook the officer's hand.  


"You're welcome." 

The
chauffeur opened the back door. Officer McArthur gently lowered Justin
onto the back seat. He pulled the seat belt over his chest and snapped
it on. He glanced down at his watch and noticed the time. It was now
12:03am on January 31st. 

"Happy Birthday, Baby Boy." 

Officer
McArthur slammed the door shut and the Escalade drove off into the
night. The two officers waited until the Escalade disappeared before
returning to the police station. 

"Do you think it worked?" Officer Mason asked his partner of ten years.

"Yeah,
I think it worked. We scared him straight. If he were anymore drunk and
if it weren't us he came into contact, he'd be lying in a dumpster
somewhere, raped and murdered." Officer McArthur smiled. "I guarantee
you that boy won't be drinking anytime soon. That's for sure." 

"Another successful case."

"Mission accomplished." 

Indeed
it was. As predicted, Justin would never forget that night. Every time,
he had the urge to drink, his mind transported him to the night when he
was charged with public drunkenness and tortured by two officers of the
law. He was never a drunken bastard and he had JC to thank for.

the end
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