Masochist – Eminem/JC Chasez, past JC Chasez/Justin Timberlake

*NOTE: This story does not seek to pass judgement whatsoever.  There is a fine line where kink can evolve into abuse.  This is a story about that fine line.

Chapter One

Eminem cursed as he got out of the limo. “Fucking paparazzi. Fucking award shows. Fucking everything.” He ran his hands down his shirt. He looked over at Dre who nudged him forward. Slowly he made his way down the red carpet, answering questions of the reporters, nodding in all the right places. Funny how being a rebel still means fitting between the lines. Running his hands down his face he walked through the front doors of whatever the hell building they were in this time. `Fuck they all run together,’ he sighed. The young girl led him and Dre and the four other large black men to their seats. He slumped down into his seat. He let out another sigh and Dre looked down at him. “Dude, think about it this way: this is research for future albums.”

Em laughed. “Good point, but fuck Dre, I hate these damn things. They’re all fucking rigged anyways.” Dre flicked him in the head and leaned over to talk to the man on the other side of Em. Continue reading

Scarefest 2011 – Zak/Aaron, Zak/Nick/Aaron

Zak whined from the passenger seat of the van as they drove to the airport, going home from their lockdown. “What do you mean you can’t come to Scarefest?”

Nick shrugged. “Dude, as of last week, you weren’t going to Scarefest. I have plans to head to Florida to record my album. I can’t cancel that now just because you want me to go. It’s the only time I have to do it.”

Zak scrunched his face. “But Aaron and I are both going.”

“So then you and Aaron get alone time.”

Aaron made a noise behind them in the van. Zak turned and gave him a look. “You don’t want alone time with me?”

 

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Hidden Sanctuary

Dave Tango sat across from Samantha? Mary? Myra? Hell, he couldn’t remember her name. Whoever this girl was that his mother insist he take out to dinner was talking nonstop. Tango relished in the momentary silence when she would take a bite and chew. He really hoped she didn’t want dessert. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take.

His mom knew he was gay. Tango couldn’t understand why she was so insistent that he try to date girls anyway. It wasn’t like he was just going to up and change his mind and decide that, no, he definitely was not attracted to Steve. And no, he definitely did not have mind-blowing fantasies about the things they could do in the back of the tech van. This girl smelled like lilacs. Dave wrinkled his nose. He didn’t want freakin’ lilacs. He wanted the smell of nasty, cooped-up-in-the van-for-hours Steve sweat. He didn’t understand what was so difficult to comprehend about this for his parents. Continue reading