Bieber Slave Punishment Day Two
Justin comes out on stage for the second night of Celebrity Slave Punishments. Chad, the new fleshlight is still lying on the table a vacant look in his eyes. Hell, Stuart and Landon are still hanging naked from the ceiling. They are exhausted, they have been left there for almost twenty-four hours.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to night two" The crowd goes wild. "Tonight, we will see Stuart and then Landon’s punishment and as always you guys will have a say" he screams, raising his fist to get the crowd chanting.
Justin is strutting, the previous night's events emboldening him “Alright, alright, settle down everyone! I can feel the energy already!” he pumps his fist, grinning from ear to ear. “That's right, we got two more slaves ready for their close-ups!”
He waves to the hanging forms of Stuart and Landon, their exhaustion only adding to the spectacle “Let's give 'em a warm welcome, shall we?” the crowd screams, stomping their feet and clapping “Now, I know you all have your favourites, but let's put it to a vote! Who should go first?”
The crowd starts shouting names out. “Looks like Stuart's got the most shouts! Alright then, bring out the big boy!” he winks to the cameras, hyped up and ready to see just how far this will go “Let's see what kind of punishment our viewers have in store for him! This is gonna be wild!”
The crowd cheers louder at his words, eagerly awaiting the next round of punishment. Stuart is lowered from the ceiling looking even more ragged than before. His eyes half closed and mouth parched.
Justin gives a sympathetic wince, quickly masked behind a playful smirk “Oh, man, Stu looks...beat.” He chuckles “in more ways than one.” He steps closer, patting Stuart's back lightly, trying to rouse him. “Hey, buddy, you still with us?” He leans in, fake-whispering “You're kind of...a mess, dude.”
He pulls back, laughing nervously “but hey, that's what you're here for, right? Being punished and all that.” He taps his chin, pretending to think deeply “Although, I gotta say, you're not exactly...responsive.” He glances at the audience.
"Well, the audience gets to vote again, the same vote as last night. So, pick up your key pads. I will quickly remind you of your choices. 1. Pain Humiliation, 2. Sexual Humiliation and 3. Body Modification. Ladies and Gentlemen cast your votes now" Justin says as the big screen shows the three options.
Justin clasps his hands together, a mischievous glint in his eye “Alright, alright, let's get voting!” He pauses dramatically, grinning “Pain Humiliation, Sexual Humiliation, or Body Modification...” He trails off, letting the options hang in the air You've seen what happened last night.
“You've seen what these options can do. So, which one's gonna break,” cough, “punish Stuart even more?” He glances nervously at Stuart, feeling a pang of guilt, but quickly squashing it, he shrugs, trying to act casual “Ah, come on, guys. Don't be shy! Vote away!”
The anticipation is palpable, and Justin leans forward, eager to see what the outcome will be. The audience roars as they vote using their key pads, the big screen showing the votes pouring in. The 'Sexual Humiliation' vote leading by quite a bit.
Justin pumps his fist in excitement “Oh, yeah! You guys are going for blood!” he chuckles, shaking his head “Sexual Humiliation's in the lead, folks!” He reads the numbers flashing on the screen, his eyes widening “Damn, that's not even close!” He grins wickedly.
“Looks like someone's gonna get real uncomfortable real fast.” He turns to Stuart, who's barely keeping his eyes open “Sorry, Stu. Looks like you're in for a rough ride. Again”. He laughs “but hey, that's entertainment, right?” He spreads his arms wide, soaking up the energy of the crowd.
"Starting the punishment now!" Justin calls out, signalling the stage hands who wheel out a giant dildo machine with various attachments. "Voters chose this one! Oh snap, this is happening! He bounces on his toes, clearly hyped “Alright, alright! Giant dildo machine...this is gonna be insane!”
He stares at the contraption, jaw dropping slightly “Holy... shit. That thing's...impressive.” He gulps, trying not to stare too long “and poor Stu's gonna be...on full display. He snickers nervously, feeling a little queasy but hiding it behind a bravado he winks at the camera, flashing his signature smile.
“This is live, folks, no mercy!” Stuart manages a faint nod as they strap him down onto a bench with his legs spread wide. The audience cheers wildly as the machine is attached to him. Justin watches on with a mix of excitement and regret.
He swallows hard, his excitement warring with his empathy mumbles under his breath. “This is messed up...but it's what they want, right?... louder,” He says to the audience “Okay, okay! Let's not waste any more time!” He steps back, gesturing dramatically toward Stuart “Here we go, folks!”
He nervously laughs again, rubbing the back of his neck “Just, uh...brace yourself, Stu.” He winces, unsure why he's offering words of comfort, considering the circumstances. With a press of a button, the machine whirs to life, the largest dildo sliding into Stuart’s hole with no warning.
Stuart lets out a hoarse scream. The crowd goes absolutely feral. Justin jumps slightly, startled by Stuart's raw reaction “Oh...wow.” He blinks rapidly, trying to maintain his composure “That...was fast.” He nervously chuckles, feeling his cheeks heat up.
“He's really...taking it, huh?” He fiddles with his microphone, suddenly finding it fascinating “So much...sound. I mean, sounds like...he's having a time. Yeah.” He winces, feeling like he's stuck between enjoying the show and feeling deeply uncomfortable
"Ladies and gentlemen, as Stu is getting fucked by the machine, he will also receive a bukkake from some celebrity guests. Drum roll please" the lights go down on the stage lights up. BTS the K-Pop band, all seven members walk on stage.
They Circle Stu as he moans with the intensity from the dildo. His jaw drops, completely blown away. “What...wait, what?! BTS?!” He is stunned, he stumbles backward, nearly tripping over his own feet “Oh...this just got...next level.” He regains his footing, still staring at the K-pop group.
“They're gonna...wow.” He scrambles to regain some semblance of professionalism “Right, right! The bukkake! With...with BTS!” He flashes another, slightly shaky smile “I mean, who better, right? He chuckles awkwardly, scratching his temple.
“This...this is insane. But, uh, the audience loves it, so...” He glances between the screaming crowd and the serene-faced idols, utterly bewildered. Stu is now moaning uncontrollably, the machine and the stimulation from the BTS boys groping all over him driving him right up to the edge.
He blinks rapidly, struggling to stay focused “Okay, okay, easy now”, Stu. mutters, almost to himself “Don't...don't lose it yet, man”. He cringes slightly, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and fascination!
“He's...uh, really flustered really getting into it, aren't ya, Stu?” He forces a laugh, trying to lighten the mood he glances at BTS, watching them work, mesmerized. “You, guys, you're...you're not holding back, huh? He shakes his head, attempting to clear his thoughts.
The BTS band members circle Stu, they lower their shorts and pull their T shirts off, they are stood naked, their dicks rock hard as they start to stroke, ready to cover Stu, the lights dim and fluorescent lights come on. Stu is moaning louder and louder.
Justin’s breath catches in his throat, his cheeks burning “Oh...wow. Oh man”. He stammers, his usual confidence wavering “Uh, okay...this is happening.” He swallows hard, his gaze darting between the BTS members and Stu. “Holy crap.” He regains his composure, but barely.
“Alright, alright! It's happening! Get ready, Stu!” He steps back, raising his arms dramatically “the ultimate humiliation is coming your way, courtesy of BTS!” the crowd erupts, screaming and chanting.
The first shot of cum lands across Stuart’s face and mouth. The rest quickly follow, drenching him in a thick layer of cum. He's left gasping, cum dripping from his lips and eyes. His face frozen, unsure how to react.
“Okay, that...that was...quite a lot.” He swallows again, his face pale he chuckles weakly, trying to inject some humour “I mean, talk about a facial, right?” He winces, immediately regretting the terrible joke “Oh, man...that's...that's gotta be...a lot to process.”
He stares at Stuart, feeling increasingly queasy mumbles, barely audible “Poor guy.” Stuart’s dick is rock hard as he is getting closer to climax, the cum has dried and the lights make every streak mark shine brightly as Stu continues to moan, getting so close.
Justin shifts uncomfortably, avoiding direct eye contact “Uh...yeah, looks like...something's working for him.” He gestures vaguely towards Stuart's crotch, his voice strained. “He's...he's right on the edge, folks.” He chuckles weakly once more, desperation creeping into his laughter.
“Can't say I've ever seen someone so...uh, stimulated.” He tugs at his collar, suddenly feeling overdressed himself. “This is messed up...but it's hot.” He shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts “Focus, Justin, focus! You're hosting a show here!”
He takes a deep breath, plasters on a grin. The machine suddenly kicks up to its highest speed, ramming the dildo into Stuart’s ass with frenzied pace, the added stimulation finally driving Stu over the edge.
Stuarts eyes going wide, unprepared for the sudden intensity. “Whoa! Oh snap!” Justin stumbles backward again, holding up his hands in reaction. “There it is, folks! He's...he's losing it!” He lets out an unsteady laugh, equal parts shocked and enthralled.
“That machines got some serious power behind it!” He stares as Stuart hits his peak, mouth agape “Wow...just...wow.” He exhales sharply, trying to collect himself “Well, there you have it! That's...that's quite the display.” He nervously chuckles once more, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I think it's safe to say...mission accomplished.” He winks at the camera, though his smile seems slightly forced now. A security office unhooks the dildo from Stuart’s ass and drags him back to the chains.
His own cum is now dripping down his chest. He is cuffed again, his hands hooked above his head, he is utterly exhausted, the security guards then lower Landon from his chains. "Time for the last punishment and its the beautiful blonde twink Landon" Justin announces.
He exhales heavily, still reeling from the previous...situation. He nods, forcing a bright smile “Right, right!” He claps his hands together, trying to reinvigorate the energy “We're not done yet, people! We've got one more punishment left, and it's a big one!”
He gestures grandly, like a conductor leading an orchestra Introducing...Landon! a genuine smile flickers across his face, softened by his familiarity with the new slave softens his tone “Yeah, you guys voted, and now it's time to see what you've chosen for our lovely Landon.”
His eyes flicker towards Landon, concern flickering behind his enthusiasm, he whispers again, almost inaudible “Please don't let it be too brutal.” He clears his throat, speaking up “So, what's the verdict?” checks the screen, dreading what he might see
"The highest vote option: BDSM, full force!" Justin tells Landon. Landon shivers in anticipation. "Welcome to hell kid." Justin winks at him. Justin's smile falters slightly, a flicker of hesitation crossing his features. But he's live, and he's got a job to do.
He steps closer, his grin returning, sharper than before. "Oh, you're gonna love this, Landon. full force. That's... quite a treat." He leans in, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper "You're gonna wish you never signed up, kid. Just kidding. Sort of."
He snickers, trying to lighten the mood. But there's something unsettling about his words. Maybe it's the way his pupils dilate slightly, or how his fingers twitch. "Alright, let's get this show on the road! full force BDSM, here we come!"
He claps his hands, trying to mask his unease with enthusiasm. He's not sure if he's excited or terrified. Two masked men wheel in a giant wooden X, tying Landon to it, exposing him completely. Justin moves to stand in front of Landon, peering down at him with a calculated gaze.
He crouches down, eye-level with Landon, his expression intense “Heeey, Landon”. He draws out the syllables, his voice low “You're really in for a wild ride, huh?” He glances up at the X, then back at Landon, his eyes glinting “I gotta admit, seeing you like this...it's something else.”
He pauses, studying him carefully “but don't worry, bud.” a smirk tugs at his lips the audience loves it, “so...yeah.” Pats Landon's leg awkwardly, then quickly pulls his hand back, clearing his throat “Right. Let's...begin!” A masked man pushes a table on wheels beside Justin.
"First, the flogger." One of the masked men hands Justin a thick leather flogger. "Don't hold back, Justin." Justin licks his lips. "My pleasure.” He smirks, feeling a strange sense of power “Oh, trust me, I won't.” He takes the flogger, running his fingers over the leather strands.
“This is gonna sting.” He winks at Landon, trying to appear nonchalant, but there's a spark in his eyes that wasn't there before Landon swallows hard, trembling slightly as he watches Justin. "Please..." he utters softly.
Justin tilts his head slightly, his heart skipping a beat. He's never seen Landon so vulnerable. The word 'please' hangs heavy in the air.
"Shhh, Shhh, hey. Don't worry, I've got this." His words are gentle, but his grip on the flogger tightens. "You're gonna be okay. You're...gonna be just fine." He glances around nervously, aware that millions are watching. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.
"But...yeah. No holding back, right?" He raises the flogger, his knuckles white. Justin starts to whip Landon’s ass, laughing as he does so. He swings the flogger, watching the leather tails curl around Landon's skin, leaving angry red marks.
“Hah! Yeah, that's it!” another swing, harder this time “Oh man, you should see yourself, dude. He snickers, a slightly hysterical edge creeping into his laughter. “You're...you're taking it like a champ!” a third strike, his movements becoming more rhythmic, almost hypnotic.
This is...this is crazy! he stumbles over his words, breathless. Landon bites his lip, unable to keep quiet as the pain from the flogging intensifies. Justin notices this and leans in closer to Landon's ear as he continues whipping.
His warm breath tickling Landon's skin. “Hear that, blondie? I can hear you. You're making all kinds of noise, and I love it. Just let it all out, Landon. Scream, cry...whatever you gotta do.” He whips him again, enjoying the way Landon reacts, his own pulse racing.
“You're such a good little...boy.” He trails off, unsure what to say next, but his usually quick wit has abandoned him in favour of something darker. Justin finishes whipping him as Landon cries, the crowd roars with laughter
He steps back, panting slightly, the flogger dangling limply from his fingers a mix of emotions flickers across his face: satisfaction, discomfort, and something else he doesn't want to acknowledge Oh...wow. nervously chuckles again, uncomfortable with the silence.
“That...that was...quite a reaction.” He winces slightly, his eyes flickering towards Landon's tear-stained face “Heeey, hey, it's alright. It's...it's just TV, right?” He shrugs, trying to brush it off “You're doing great, man.” He mutters under his breath “Way too great. Anyway, folks! What'd ya think? Should we...move on to...whatever's next?” gestures wildly, clearly flustered
"Ok so ladies and gentlemen, Jack his owner is bored of Landon, and he got so excited about Chads modification last night so you get to vote, should he be transformed into 1. A dog, or 2. a filthy PIG, cast your votes now" Justin says smiling.
Justin is grinning widely, trying to regain his composure “Oh man, oh man! This just keeps getting better and better! He pumps his fist in excitement, genuinely thrilled by the options “Alright, alright! You heard the man - dog or pig?!” He laughs, genuinely amused.
“I mean, either way, it's gonna be wild! He glances at Landon, whose tears have slowed, but whose eyes remain red and puffy. “You're gonna be...something new, buddy!” He chuckles, a little cruelly this time.
“The power is in the people's hands!” He winks at the camera, then turns back to Landon, raising an eyebrow “You're not gonna like this, are ya?” He waggles his finger teasingly. 95% of votes choose PIG! "Well Landon, you're gonna be a cute little piggy!" Justin announces.
He is grinning ear to ear, almost bouncing on his toes “Holy...pigs!” He laughs, clearly delighted. “Are you guys kidding me? That's insane!” He shakes his head, clearly amazed “Oh, man...poor Landon.” He chuckles again, shaking his head “You're gonna be a pig. A cute little piggy!”
He giggles, clearly enjoying himself. He leans forward, voice dropping to a playful whisper. “You're gonna oink, and roll around in the mud, and... and... snort,” He is barely stifling a giggle “You're gonna be ridiculous!” He steps back, holding up his hands dramatically.
“That's the power of democracy, folks!” He smirks “Now, let's get this porcine transformation underway!” 3 masked men bring out a large tub filled with gooey muddy mixture and a snout mask. They place Landon into the tub. He starts to struggle and whimper, mucking up his hair and face.
He grins wider, despite himself, fascinated by the chaos unfolding before him. “Wah, c'mon, Landon. You're making this too easy.” He chuckles, shaking his head “Look at you. You're already getting messy.” He leans in, voice dripping with mischief.
“Remember when you signed up for this, thinking it'd be fun?” He laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck “Yeah...not so much fun now, huh?” He watches intently, mesmerized by the transformation, his earlier hesitation forgotten in the heat of the moment.
The medic from the night before walks on stage to applause, he is carrying a similar brightly coloured syringe, if that stuff turned Chad into a fleshlight imagining how this will turn Landon into a pig.
“Oh, man, doc's back!” Justin beams, clearly thrilled “and you know what that means...” he dramatically gestures toward the syringe, his excitement bordering on manic. “Oh, Landon, you're about to become the ultimate piggy.” He snorts again, struggling to maintain his cool.
“I mean, what's even gonna happen, doc?” he asks, genuinely curious, like a kid in a candy store “Is it, uh...modification in five seconds?” he chuckles, clearly joking, but anxious to see the results. The medic injects Landon with the syringe.
Landon's body begins to morph, his skin pales and a snout start to take form on his face. He eyes wide, frozen in shock “Oh...oh wow”. His jaw drops, mouth hanging open “This...this is...whoa.” He stumbles backward, nearly tripping over his own feet.
“I... I didn't think it would...wow.” He stammers, completely flabbergasted “He's...he's actually turning into a pig. Right before our eyes.” he whispers, awestruck. Landon finishes transforming, snout fully formed, fur starting to spread across his body as he starts to grunt and roll around in the mud.
Justin is stunned, staring at the...thing...formerly known as Landon. The fur, the snout, the grunting, it's all too much. He swallows hard, his cheeks reddening slightly. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure. “Okay, okay. So, uh, yeah. Pig-Landon.”
He stifles another, more nervous laugh “This...this is insane.” He whispers again, mostly to himself “He's...he's a real pig, now.” He takes a step closer, fascinated, like he's witnessing something magical “He's even got little hooves!” He points, a strange mix of wonder and horror warring on his face.
The crowd roars its approval, some of them throwing food scraps towards Pig-Landon. Justin shouts above the noise, "He's a hog for attention alright!” someone in the audience shouts.
He laughs loudly, playing along “You guys are killing me! That was perfect! A hog for attention, oh man...” He wipes tears from his eyes, still chuckling. “He's definitely got a new persona now, huh? From heartthrob to...oink-throb?” another giggle escapes him.
Pig-Landon's grunts and rolling around state tugs at Justin's heartstrings, but he pushes past it, focusing on the showmanship. “Hey, Pig-Landon! You like those snacks?” he teases, tossing a piece of food towards him, trying to keep the atmosphere light-hearted.
Pig-Landon gobbles up the food scraps hungrily. The crowd goes wild at the sight. He grins, feeding off the crowd's energy. “Yeahhh! Now that's what I'm talking about!” He laughs loudly, clapping his hands together “Look at him go! He's loving it! Well, I guess pigs really do love slop, huh?”
He winks at the camera, feeling like he's on top of the world. “This is insane! Like, literally, unbelievably, mind-bogglingly insane!” he exclaims, spinning around to face the audience. “You guys are loving this, right?!” He pumps his fist in triumph.
“Who would've thought that today we'd have a genuine, honest-to-goodness piggy sitting right here on our stage?!” He grins wickedly. Justin feels his dick growing, "I need a good fuck" he says while walking behind Landon. "I think piggy needs a good fucking, what do you guys think" he says.
The words tumble out before he can stop them, his brain foggy with...something “Yeah, yeah! Piggy needs a good...” He gestures vaguely, but his intentions are clear “I mean, look at him! He's an animal now, basically.” He shrugs, trying to justify it to himself.
“And animals...they gotta mate, right? he smirks, running a hand through his hair, feeling reckless. The crowd is silent for a moment before breaking out into loud jeers and cheering "Fuck the pig!", "Stick it in!" and "Make him squeal!" echo through the stadium.
His face flushes a deep crimson, caught up in the frenzy “Oh, oh—oh my gosh, you're all...you're all crazy!” he stammers, but his feet seem rooted to the spot, his eyes locked on Pig-Landon's...pig-form He swallows heavily, his Adam's apple bobbing.
“Okay, okay! I mean, if that's what you guys want...” his voice trails off, his heart pounding in his chest. Justin pulls his shorts down and quickly rams into Landon, the pig’s ass, the crowd goes wild. Stuart grunts, his face twisted into a mix of shock and exhilaration.
“Ohhh, man...” the audience screams, chanting his name, urging him on. He thrusts harder, his movements rough, driven by the moment “Yeahhh! You like that, piggie?!” he yells, his hands gripping tight, fingernails digging into the soft, furry skin.
His breath comes in short gasps, his mind reeling. This wasn’t what he expected when he signed up for hosting duties, but damn, it's electric. Justin cums and falls on Landon’s back, he is out of breath but happy, cum oozes out of Landon’s ass, the lights go out and the show ends
As the lights fade to black, he manages to call out, still catching his breath “and that's a wrap, folks!” a weak, satisfied chuckle “Best. Show. Ever.” his voice disappears into the darkness as the curtain closes on this surreal, taboo encounter. The rating are the highest in TV history.
