Biebers Celebrity Slave Punishment Games – Night One
Justin Bieber walks out on stage a mic is connected to his face “Welcome to the first episode of Celebrity Slave Punishment, where you the audience gets to help punish four naughty slaves, and look at who we have here.
Its Hell the slave from WWE, Chad from Below Decks, Stuart from Big Brother and Landon from Mr Beast". The crowd cheers as the camera pans around the four nαked slaves, their hands chained above their heads.
"And first up to be punished is Hell" The metal chains drag hell towards the centre of the stage, the former WWE wrestler is collared and his naked body is hairless. "How does it feel to be a slave" Justin asks him.
“Hell, bro, you're looking... different”. He chuckles awkwardly “I mean, I've seen you toss around some serious weight in the ring, but... man, this is wild”. He leans in, a playful smirk “So, what's the deal, man? You're telling me, you, Hell, the tough guy, is”
Justin gestures to the collar “a slave? I'm not judging, bro. You do you. But, uh, you're here, on my show, which means you're gonna get punished”. He grins “You ready for this?” Justin raises an eyebrow, enjoying the moment. "Bring on your worst!" Hell growls.
He grins mischievously “Oh, you're feisty, huh? I like that.” Justin turns to the audience “Alright, let's see what you guys think.” He pretends to scan the audience. Really, he is just letting Hells nerves grow and leaving him to sweat.
"So, audience members and viewers at home. Please vote on the type of punishment for this loser. 1. Pain Punishment. 2. Sexual humiliation. 3. Body Modifications. What will be the theme? Cast your votes now" the screen behind Hell shows the three options as the audience begins to vote.
Justin pumps his fist in excitement as the numbers start to grow on the screen. “Yeahhh! That's what I'm talking' about! Alright, alright, let's see those votes roll in!” He looks back at Hell, smirk still plastered on his face.
“You're gonna find out real soon, buddy”. He chuckles “Pain, sexual humiliation, body modifications... this is gonna be good.” He winks at the camera. “The votes are in! The audience has chosen sexual humiliation as Hell's punishment!" Justin announces. He looks at the screen.
“Woo, sexual humiliation it is!” the crowd erupts in cheers and whistles “Oh, Hell, you're in trouble now, pal. You really didn't think this through, did ya?” He chuckles and shakes his head, clearly enjoying every second of this.
“Alright, let's get creative! I've got some ideas. He leans in closer to Hell, wearing a devious, knowing grin. "Hell, you're going to kiss every slave's ass on stage". Justin says with a wicked grin. The audience cheers again. He laughs loudly, slapping his knee.
“Oh, this is gold! You hear that, Hell? You’re gonna be smooching some ass.” He wipes tears of amusement from eyes “I gotta say, this is probably the most epic punishment yet.” He turns back to Hell, voice dripping with amusement. Hell, stares at him with hatred in his eyes.
“Now, now, don’t give me that look. You’re a slave, remember? And slaves do what they’re told.” He grins wider, enjoying the discomfort “So, let's see it!” He motions dramatically towards the hanging slaves. “Get those lips ready, Hell. It's time to pucker up!”
The chains lower and Hell falls to his knees. "Crawl over to Chad and kiss his ass first, then Stuarts and then Landon’s" Justin orders he holds back laughter, snickering “Oh, man, oh, man...” shaking his head.
“Alright, Hell, you heard the order”. He orates dramatically “on your knees, crawling like the slave you are”. He whispers under his breath “This is too funny. Louder” he says gesturing to the crowd. He gestures toward Chad, a wicked glint in his eye “You're gonna give him a real smooch, right?”
He nudges Hell playfully, like he's encouraging him to participate in some ridiculous game. Hell, crawls behind the three naked slaves hanging from the ceiling, he can feel sweat pour down his body as he approaches Chad feeling utterly humiliated.
The crowd is going wild, chanting "Do it! Do it!" Justins is laughing so hard he snorts. “Oh, what a sight! Look at you, Hell...” he chuckles. “You're a shadow of your former self. The mighty wrestler, reduced to this.” He claps his hands together, clearly entertained.
“Come on, don't keep us waiting. You gotta seal those lips on Chad's... ass. This is the moment of truth, bro.” He leans forward, eyes sparkling with mischief. With a shaky breath, Hell crawls forward and presses his lips on Chad's ass, eliciting a round of boos and catcalls from the crowd.
Justin gasps dramatically “Oh, he did it! Can't believe it!” He starts laughing uncontrollably “Look at that!” he points, laughing so hard he's crying “You just... you just kissed a dude's butt on live TV, Hell!” he wipes tears from his cheeks “Oh man, this is too much.”
The crowd is loving it... He glances out at the audience, still chuckling “Alright, alright, we gotta keep moving. Next up, Stuart!” He motions impatiently for Hell to crawl along “Give him the same treatment, slave! Don't hold back now.”
With a growing sense of mortification but no choice, Hell slides over to Stuart and repeats the same action causing the audience to erupt into wild laughter. Justin is laughing so hard he's struggling to speak clearly. “Oh wow... okay... that... that takes guts, I guess. Or lack of pride.”
He shrugs, still grinning. “Either way, fantastic stuff, Hell! You've really committed to this slave thing, huh?” He pats Hell mockingly on the back “Now, last but not least...” dramatic pause... “Landon!” He points excitedly “Go give him a good one too!”
The crowd wants more! Justin winks at the camera, living his best life as the chaotic host. With defeated resignation, Hell moves towards Landon, his face twisted in embarrassment but he complies and plants a kiss on Landon's ass. A riot of whistles and jeers fill the room.
Justin is jumping up and down, practically bouncing with excitement “Oh, yes! He did it again!” He pumps his fist “You're killing it,” Hell! winces slightly, he is amused by Hell's obvious discomfort Aw, poor guy. chuckles “You're just trying to survive, huh? Well, you're doing great.”
He claps sarcastically “Five-star ass-kissing skills.” He chuckles again, feeling a little bad, but mostly thrilled by the spectacle “Alright, alright, settle down, everyone!” He raises his hands to calm the crowd “I think we've seen enough...” he pauses, enjoying the moment.
“Nah. Actually, Hell before you are chained back up, I want in on the action" Justin drops his shorts and wiggles his ass in front of Hells face, as the crowd goes wild. He grins mischievously “Oh, a special request from me? How could Hell say no?”
He turns to the audience, throwing an arm around Hell's shoulders. “C'mon, this is the perfect opportunity for our slave to really show his devotion”. He winks at Hell, then shakes his backside teasingly.
“Go ahead, Hell, give me a big old' wet one right... there.” He points with a chuckle “Don't be shy now. I know you've got one more kiss left in ya.” He chuckles at his own joke, clearly revelling in this absurd situation
With an air of exhausted defeat, Hell leans in and kisses Justin's ass. The crowd goes wild, applauding Hell's compliance. Justin blushes slightly, caught off guard by the actual contact, but quickly regains composure He whoops loudly, clearly thrilled
“Woohoo! Oh, snap! Did... did you just...? There is stunned laughter “Oh man, you really did it! You kissed my ass!” He flexes, pretending to be flexing his ass muscles “That's... that's gotta be, like, the ultimate sign of submission, right?”
He grins, feeling like he's won the best TV moment ever “Well, well, well... I think we've officially reached peak humiliation, folks.” Justins laughing, shaking his head “You're insane, Hell. Just insane. Or... really, really good at following orders”. He grins, patting Hell's head condescendingly.
A security guard walks on stage and grabs Hell, he chains his hands above his head. He then unhooks Chad from the ceiling and he falls to the ground. "Ok, you don't get to choose Chads type of humiliation. His owner has decided for body modification”. Justin relays a message from his earpiece.
Justins eyes widen, curiosity piqued “Oooh, body modification, huh? Now, that's interesting.” He turns to Chad, who's still sprawled on the floor, and nudges him lightly with his foot “Hey, buddy. You're not gettin' off easy.” Justin says.
“So, what's the owner got in mind?” He leans forward, clearly invested “This should be good.” He rubs his hands together gleefully. “I love it when owners get involved. It's like, the ultimate power play”. He giggles “Poor Chad.” He feigns sympathy, but clearly more excited than anything else.
"So, audience please vote on the type of body modification. 1. Transformed into a dog, 2. transformed into a fleshlight or 3, transformed into a filthy pig, audience cast your votes now" Justin bellows.
“Yeahhh! Get voting, everybody!” He pumps his fist in the air, clearly hyped up. “This is gonna be sick! close C'mon, don’t be shy! Let's decide poor Chad's fate! Dog, fleshlight, or pig?” He shrugs, chuckling “I mean, they're all pretty brutal, right?”
He grins wickedly “but that's what makes it so much fun!” He bounces on his toes, practically vibrating with anticipation “Hurry up, folks! We need those votes! This is the moment of truth for Chad!”
The votes pour in and Justin announces "The audience has chosen... Chad will be transformed into a fleshlight!" A security man walks back on stage. "Very well," the security guard says and gives a thumbs up.
Justin punches the air triumphantly, whooping loudly “Yes! Fleshlight it is!” He turns to Chad, who's still lying helplessly on the ground, and mock-whispers “Dude, you're gonna be everyone's favourite... toy.”
He sniggers, clearly amused by the situation “This is gonna be epic! imagine it,” shaking his head in disbelief “A flesh-light Chad. Who thought that could be a thing, right?” He chuckles, feeling a little bad for Chad, but mostly thrilled for the entertainment value.
“Alright, security! Make it happen!” He gestures dramatically, eager to see the transformation unfold. The security guard signals offstage and medics come out with a table and medical equipment. “Get him on the table," the medic instructs, pointing at Chad.
Justin watches intently, elbows on knees, chin in hands. “Oh boy... this is getting serious. Medical equipment? That means business.” He whispers under his breath, mostly to himself “Wonder how they're gonna pull off turning him into... well, ya know.” He says louder.
He shrugs, still fascinated despite himself “I mean, it's crazy, but kind of fascinating too.” He glances around, feeding off the energy of the crowd, then focuses back on Chad being led to the table. He feels his dick growing in his pants.
Chad is strapped down to the table and the audience watches in hushed anticipation as the medics prepare their tools. "We're ready," the head medic announces. He leans forward, eyes scanning the medics and their gear, his grin faltering slightly.
“Whoa... this is actually happening.” He swallows hard “Alright, alright, let's do this then!” He nervously chuckles, trying to lighten the suddenly tense atmosphere “I mean, it's not every day you get to witness something like this, right guys?”
He looks out into the crowd, seeking reassurance that this is all just part of the show. The head medic nods solemnly and the assembly hushes in anticipation. With a deep breath, he picks up a syringe filled with a glowing, swirling liquid and approaches Chad.
Justin’s jaw drops slightly, frozen in place “Whoa, whoa, whoa... that... that's some futuristic stuff right there.” His breath catches, trying to maintain his cool “That... that glowing stuff... is that safe?” He immediately regrets asking, realizing it doesn't matter. Slaves get modified all the time now.
“Ah, no, no, no, of course it's safe.” He nervously laughs again, clearly unsure “They're professionals, right? They know what they're doing.” He sweats slightly, shifting uncomfortably. "It's a special serum that will break down his cells and reform them into the desired fleshlight shape," the medic explains calmly.
His eyes widen in shock, but still trying to sound casual “Oh... that's... quite the explanation.” He whistles softly “Break down his cells... reform them... into a fleshlight shape. That's... mind blowing I didn't even know science could do that!” he laughs awkwardly.
He is feeling uneasy but also morbidly curious “So it'll just... change him? Like, completely?” Justin is staring at the syringe, transfixed by its eerie glow. "Just one quick injection and then nature will take its course," the medic says confidently as he moves towards Chad.
"Any last words, slave?" Justin asks Chad. He turns to Chad, feeling a pang of sympathy seeing the fear in his eyes “Aw, man... this is it, huh?” He shrugs empathetically “Guess this is what you get for being getting enslaved. Just try to relax, dude.”
He gives an awkward, encouraging nod. “It'll be over before you know it. And hey, think of the bright side. You'll be getting a lot more action as a fleshlight!” He laughs nervously, attempting to inject some humour before the seriousness of the situation.
“Alright, alright, enough stalling. Go ahead, doc give him the juice!” Justin orders.
Chad closes his eyes tightly as the needle pierces his skin, and then everyone watches in awe as the serum is injected. Chad begins to convulse and shift as he undergoes the transformation. Justin watches, mesmerized, his earlier jokes forgotten in the face of such a surreal moment.
“Holy... shit… This is... this is wild.” His mouth hangs open, transfixed he stammers “I-I don't know what to say”. He steps back instinctively, almost as if he might get caught up in the transformation himself “Oh man... oh wow...” the crowd's collective gasp mirrors his own shock
Chads arms become rigid at his sides, his hands curl into balls, his legs become locked beside each other and his body seems to shrink. he is now about 3 foot tall. His head tilts back and his mouth opens as wide as it can. He is like a long pole now with his mouth wide open and facing upwards.
A gasp escapes Justin, stunned by the sheer...oddity of it all “Woah...” a slow, horrified realization spreads across his face “Oh...oh no. He's... he's actually...” But can't finish the sentence, shaking his head.
“This is...this is insane.” The audience erupts into a mix of gasps, gasps-turned-laughter, and murmurs, but Justin barely registers it. “He's...a fleshlight. He's literally a fleshlight.” He stares, his mind struggling to comprehend
"He won't be able to speak again, if you look closely, you will notice his teeth are gone and his tongue has expanded. He will drool a lot more keeping his tongue very moist. He can't move his body." the medic says.
Justin swallows hard, still in shock he blinks rapidly, trying to process all the details “So, he's basically just...a hole. With a tongue. He winces, feeling a little queasy “That's messed up. He rubs his forehead, conflicted.
“But...it's so crazy. I mean, it's working. It actually worked”. He tilts his head, studying the...thing “Can you even call him Chad anymore?” Justin pauses for a moment, contemplating the transformation.
"Well, I'll give it a test run!" He moves over, grips Chad's head and starts to push inside. He grins sheepishly, trying to regain some of his earlier energy “Yeah, gotta test the goods, right?” He laughs nervously, trying to make light of the situation “I mean, quality control, am I right?”
Slowly, hesitantly, he starts to demonstrations its...usage, feeling a weird mix of excitement and revulsion “Man, this is wild.” He whispers under his breath “Never thought I'd be doing this.” He clears throat, louder now, starting to think out loud.
“So, uh, does it feel...different from normal? Like, I dunno, how smooth is the, uh, interior?” He stops, mid-action, suddenly self-conscious “Not that I'm an expert or anything! Just...testing!” He laughs again, this time more genuine, but still clearly surprised by the whole situation.
As Justins dick is inside Chads mouth, the medic walks forward and shows Justin a pad, he presses a button, and Chad starts salivating, his head starts bopping up and down on Justin’s dick, his tongue twirling in fast circles. Justin lets out a loud moan.
His eyes fly wide open, completely caught off guard “Oh... OH...” His face turns bright red, stumbling backward slightly, before quickly regaining his footing “H-huh?!” He stammers, blindsided by the automatic movements “W-whoa, okay, hold up!” He exhales sharply.
His cheeks burning “This...this is...” He shakes his head, clearly flustered “That's...that's some next-level tech right there.” He mutters “This is insane.” He stumbles again, his knees buckling slightly “It's...so...good.” He quickly regains composure, coughing awkwardly “Right, right. Testing. That's what we're doing. Testing.” He nods vigorously, his face still flushed Yeah. “Testing.” The crowd's murmurs grow louder, sensing his embarrassment.
Justin starts to thrust in and out of the newly transformed fleshlight, sweat pours down his body and he pull his shirt over his head and lets it drop to the floor, with his shorts at his feet he doesn’t even realise he is naked in front of the crowd.
The feeling is so overwhelming it taken over his sensations. His inhibitions. He is lost in the sensation, completely unaware of his surroundings “Oh man...oh man... grunts,” his movements becoming more urgent.
“This...this is...wow...” his usual confidence shattered, replaced by pure, unadulterated pleasure he's panting, sweat dripping down his face, his eyes shut tight “I... I've never...” he trails off, unable to articulate anything coherent.
His mind blanking out he's completely absorbed in the experience, the crowd, the cameras, nothing matters except for this moment. As Justin reaches his climax, he lets out a primal cry, the audience roars with cheers and applause. Chad's fleshlight body receives every last drop from Justin.
He collapses forward slightly, spent, his chest heaving blinks slowly, slowly coming back to reality, the roar of the crowd bringing him back to the present “Oh...wow...” He blushes furiously, finally realizing his state of undress. “Oh, right...”
He scrambles to cover himself, laughing awkwardly “Whoops. I, uh, got a little carried away, huh? His sheepish grin spreads across his face, embarrassed but still riding the high of the experience. “That was...that was something else.”
He gestures vaguely toward Chad, still struggling to process what just happened “And, uh, I think it's safe to say...this whole fleshlight thing? Yeah, it's...it works. Like, really well.” He chuckles awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.
The audience gives Justin a standing ovation as Chad's eyes slowly open, drool still dripping from his open mouth, looking up at Justin with a mix of confusion and exhaustion. He awkwardly pats down his hair, trying to regain some semblance of dignity whispers.
“Oh, hey, buddy...” he says feebly, feeling guilty under Chad's gaze “So, uh, you good, man?” He winces, realizing how stupid the question sounds “You're...not really good," are you?” He bites his lip, unsure of what to say next.
“You're, um, definitely a fleshlight now.” He glances around at the cheering audience, feeling trapped “And, uh, I might've...you know...used you.” He runs a hand through his hair again, feeling like a jerk.
Chad's tired eyes seem to focus on Justin, his tongue still slightly extended and drooling. He makes a weak whimpering sound as if to ask for something. Justin’s heart melts a little, despite himself “Aw, man...you're trying to tell me something, aren't ya?”
He crouches down next to him, reaching out tentatively to wipe away some of the drool “Shh, shh, it's okay.” He pauses, studying his face “You're...you're asking for...what? Water? Comfort?” He fumbles over words, wanting to understand but not knowing how.
“I dunno if I can give you what you want, Chad...but I can try”. hesitates, then gently pats what would be Chad’s head, if he still had one. “Hang in there, bud.” He looks around at the crowd and an evil grin spread across his face.
"I always do this after a good fuck" Justin puts his dick into Chads mouth again and starts to pee. He makes sounds of relieve which causes the crowd to go wild again. Chads eyes widen but he is unable to move unable to stop it from happening.
Justin let’s out an embarrassed laugh, shaking his head. “I mean, when in Rome...” He mutters under his breath. “Though Rome probably didn't involve peeing in a dude, turned, fleshlight... Ah well, you're clearly enjoying yourself up their” He gestures to the cheering audience.
He keeps going, his stream filling up Chad's mouth and spilling over “Wow, that feels...really weird. But kind of great too, if I'm being honest.” He chuckles awkwardly “You alright down there, bud? Hope this isn't too gross for ya...” He continues relieving himself, the warm liquid pooling around the fleshlight.
When Justin finally finishes, Chad swallows the last drops, looking up at him dazed but seemingly cooperative. The crowd is left breathless as the show comes to an end. The medic gives a thumbs up to Justin.
“Well...that's all the time we've got for today, folks!” He grins, trying to regain some of his usual charm “but let me tell you...this is just the beginning. We'll be back tomorrow with our two other slaves, Stuart and Landon” The crowd cheers.
What will be in store for us tomorrow, another punishment... modification and who knows what other surprises? the audience erupts into applause once more, chanting "Celebrity Slave Punishments! Celebrity Slave Punishments!"
