Monday, August 15, 2016

Special Guest Star: Justin Bieber - Revenge (revised)

This is a revised version of the original story. I wasn’t all that happy with it in the first place, and your reaction convinced me to do some rewrites. I think this version is better than the first one, and I hope you like how it turned out.

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Additional warning: This story is darker and more brutal than most of my stories. If you’re not a fan of permanent damage you might want to skip this one… There’ll be another story feat. Justin Bieber (a more upbeat and playful story without permanent damage) in a couple of weeks.

For the record: I’m pretty sure this fictional version of Justin Bieber bears no resemblance whatsoever to the real Mr. Bieber whose “Love yourself” is one of my favorite songs of the summer...

Previous part:

Justin Bieber awoke with a start. He had fallen asleep in front of the huge TV, watching one of his concerts. He rubbed his eyes and yawned.

He noticed that he was alone in the room.

Where was his entourage? Usually, he was surrounded every second of the day by a group of friends and his bodyguards. Where had they gone?

Justin got up and stretched his limbs.

Suddenly, he noticed a young man standing at the other end of the room.

Justin hadn’t seen him for weeks. Not since he had crushed the poor guy’s testicles, ruining the young man’s manhood and depriving him of the chance of ever being a father.

Justin chuckled when he remembered the nickname he had given him. “Meatballs!” Justin said, a mean smile on his face. Of course he knew the guy’s name. But Justin enjoyed giving people humiliating nicknames. And “Meatballs” was a perfect nickname for a loser like Gio.

Gio looked at him.

Justin chuckled. “Oh, yeah, right. No meatballs anymore.” He laughed. “No meatballs and a limp macaroni.” He chuckled.

Without a word, Gio brought his leg up between Justin’s legs, crunching the singer’s nuts into his body and making him double over and groan in pain.

“What the fuck?!” Justin groaned, cupping his crotch.

Gio looked at him, a grim expression on his face.

The past few weeks had been hell. After waking up in the hospital and learning that his reproductive organs had been damaged beyond repair by his boss, his fiancé had dumped him, citing his inability to father children as the main reason. She had made it clear that she was sorry, but that hadn’t been much consolation for poor Gio. Adding insult to injury, she started dating Gio’s best friend just a couple of days later.

As soon as Gio had left the hospital, angry and frustrated, and with an empty, useless bag of skin between his legs, he had started preparing his revenge. With the help of his extended family, he had learned everything he needed to overpower an opponent, and his uncle had bribed the Justin Bieber’s entourage so Gio could catch his former boss alone.

“What the fuck?!” Justin repeated, looking around, searching for help.

Usually, he was surrounded by a group of people that made sure that his big mouth and his arrogant demeanor didn’t get him into trouble.

Now, he was on his own.

Gio’s fist connected with the handsome singer’s face.

Justin let out an anguished scream and raised his hands.

“My nose!” he yelled frantically. “You fucking broke my nose!”

“Don’t worry about your nose”, Gio said. “I’m gonna break a whole lot of other things…”

Justin’s eyes widened.

Gio snap-kicked Justin’s nuts, making him let out a high-pitched shriek as his tender testicles were rammed into his body.

“Nighty night”, Gio said before knocking Justin out with a hard punch to the face.

The singer slumped to the ground, out cold.

When he woke up, he found himself in the garage, occupying the space where his fancy leopard print Audi R8 used to be.

He squinted against a couple of bright lights. He tried to move but his hands and arms were tied against a wooden framework. The young superstar was stark naked and his legs were spread wide apart.

“Where’s my car?” Justin croaked. “What have you done to my car?”

Gio looked at him, an amused expression on his face. “That’s what you’re worrying about? That ugly piece of garbage?”

“What have you done with it?” Justin bellowed, struggling against his restraints. “I’m gonna sue your fucking ass!”

Gio chuckled and took a step forward. “Don’t worry, your car is fine.” He grabbed Justin’s nutsack and squeezed hard. “You, on the other hand…” His voice trailed off as he twisted his former boss’s doomed manhood hard.

The singer let out an ear-piercing scream. “Help! Help!”

Gio chuckled and let go of Justin’s nuts. “Nobody will hear you. You made sure this garage is soundproof, remember?” He let out a laugh. “I hope you can appreciate the irony: I’m going to take your manhood at the very place that you used to have your orgies.”

Justin glared at him.

“I watched you fuck your girls in those cars dozens of times”, Gio continued with a smile. “When I’m done with you you’ll never fuck anybody ever again.” He balled his fist and sent it down like a hammer, smashing the singer’s nuts into his body and making him squeal in pain.

Gio leaned over and whispered into Justin’s ear. “You’re gonna pay for what you have done to me. You know what the bible says: An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth.” He paused, looking Justin deep in the eyes. “A nut for a nut.” He slapped the singer’s famous face hard, making Justin scream in pain. “And maybe I’ll take a little extra…”

Gio turned around and looked at the table that he had set up.

Justin was screaming and yelling obscenities, cursing Gio and threatening him.

Gio ignored him and studied his options, cracking his knuckles.

“Do you think your voice will suffer when I’m done turning your nuts into soup?” Gio said casually, looking at a large knife and weighing it in his hand.

 “What!?” Justin whispered.

“You know, maybe it’ll be good for your career”, Gio mused.

“Fuck you!” Justin grunted. “You’re insane.”

Gio turned around, glaring at Justin. “I’m not insane. I’m a freak. You turned me into a nutless freak – and now you’re going to pay for it!” His face broke into a smile as he looked at the naked singer writhing right in front of him. “It’s funny – I’m gonna do what millions of guys all over the world love to do. Maybe I’ll even get a medal for this…” He winked at the singer who stared back at him, his eyes filled with rage.

Gio looked at his watch. “Okay, we haven’t got all day.” He turned to his victim and said casually, “Which nut is your favorite?”

“Fuck you!” Justin spat.

“I think I’ll start with the left one”, Gio said with a shrug. “Someone once told me that nobody ever says ‘the right one’. Everybody likes lefty best.”

He picked up a pair of pliers and held it up for Justin to see. Then he closed the pliers around Justin’s fat nut, causing the meaty orb to bulge on either side.

Justin’s eyes widened in terror. Up until now he had thought that Gio wouldn’t go through with this, that he’d know better than to mutilate a world-famous singer, that his bodyguards would storm in any second and save him, that SOMETHING happened to stop this nightmare.

Now, the reality of his predicament began sinking in.

“Listen, you can’t do this to me!” he shrieked as the pliers closed around his left testicle. “I’ll pay you. How much do you want? I can give you whatever you need!”

Gio chuckled. “Bye-bye, lefty.” He pressed the pliers shut with both of his hands.

Justin shook his head violently, screaming in pain.

“I can give you one of my cars!” Justin yelled, his face contorted in pain. “The Jag or the--- You can take them all!”

Gio ignored him. “Damn, that’s a tough little fucker”, Gio chuckled. The noses of the pliers dug deep into Justin’s left testicle. Gio was grunting with effort as he tried to split Justin’s nut in half.

“Please!” Justin shrieked. “Please don’t do that to me!”

“Shut up!” Gio said sharply. “This is hard work! I’m trying to split a nut here!”

Justin screamed from the top of his lungs as the pain washed through his body.

Taking a little break, Gio winked at Justin and wiped his forehead, inspecting the damage he had done so far. He rolled Justin’s testicle between his fingers. Even though he hadn’t been completely successful yet, his efforts had placed a major dent in Justin’s hefty, plump nut. Just a couple of minutes ago, it had been the shape of an egg. Now it looked more like half-deflated balloon.

Justin was screaming like a banshee. “I’m Justin fucking Bieber!” he squealed. “You can’t do this to me!”

Gio chuckled. “Yeah, you’re Justin fucking Bieber, and your left nut is fucking history!” He applied the pliers again and pressed them shut. This time, it took just a couple of seconds, and Justin’s nut split in half with a sickening SQUICK.

Justin let out an ear-piercing shriek as his left nut was destroyed, his naked body covered in sweat.

Gio smiled. “Lefty’s a goner now.” He looked at Justin’s nutsack with the bisected left nut and the yet unharmed right nut and chuckled. “Looks as if you had three nuts now.” He smacked the bloated ballsack with the palm of his hand.

Justin was panting heavily. “You split my nut”, he whispered incredulously, rearing his head to look at his bruised and swollen nutsack. “You split my fucking nut.”

“Yup”, Gio said. “And I’m not done with you, yet.”

Justin let out a pitiful whimper.

Gio placed the pliers back on the table and looked at the other tools that were waiting to be used. He rubbed his hands and grinned. “Now we gotta make sure that your nut is really dead”, he said with a cold smile. “We don’t want you to find some celebrity doctor who stitches lefty back together again.”

Justin’s handsome face was contorted in pain and covered in cold sweat.

Gio grabbed a hammer.

The sound of the heavy hammer crushing what was left of Justin’s left testicle echoed through the room.

A few minutes later, Justin Bieber’s left testicle was nothing more than useless sludge.

The handsome singer was writhing in agony, his muscular, tattooed white as a sheet.

Gio put the hammer away and thought for a moment. “Now we’re going to ruin your dick”, he said with a smile. “And after that we’ll destroy your last nut.”

“My dick?” Justin groaned. “Please spare my dick. It’s--- Please don’t destroy it.”

Gio leaned over and looked Justin in the eyes. “You don’t need a dick when you don’t have nuts.” His eyes turned sad for a moment. “Trust me, I know”, he mumbled before turning to the table again.

Justin let out a miserable groan.

“Now what are we going to do with your dick?” Gio said slowly. “What are we going to do...?”

His eyes fell on a long, slender metal rod and his face broke into a grin. “Perfect.” He turned to Justin and grinned, hiding the rod behind his back “Oh, you’re gonna love this… But first, I think you deserve one last orgasm.”

Justin’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

Gio smiled innocently. “Well, think of it as the last meal. The final moment of pleasure before your dick meets its maker. Don’t you want to shoot your load one final time?”

Justin bit his lower lip. He was in pain, and he knew that his manhood was history. He nodded.

Justin’s eyes closed as Gio grabbed his fat, chubby dick and started jerking it.

“Attaboy”, Gio said in a seductive voice. “Think of all the girls you pleasured with that beautiful cock. Think of your fans sucking you off after your concerts.”

Justin let out a soft moan.

Gio chuckled. He spat into his hand and continued jerking Justin’s cock.

Justin moaned in pleasure as the pain moved into the background.

“You’re never going to have sex again”, Gio cooed. “One nut is gone already, and the other one will be ruined soon. Now enjoy your final orgasm.”

Justin moaned. 

Despite Gio’s best efforts, Justin’s superstar cock refused to get hard. Maybe it was the pain, maybe it was the fear – it stayed limp and floppy.

Gio cleared his throat. He needed Justin to be hard.

A disgusted expression on his face, Gio took Justin’s flaccid dick into his mouth and started sucking on the meaty tool, slurping noisily as the superstar’s cock grew in his mouth.

Justin was moaning and groaning as Gio pleasured his doomed dick.

“That’s it”, Justin whispered, his eyes closed, his eyelids fluttering. “Fuck, your mouth feels good.”

Less than a minute later, Gio let the singer’s hard cock slip out of his mouth. “You got a great cock”, Gio whispered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He squeezed the fat mushroom head of Justin’s dick, and a drop of precum oozed out.

Justin moaned.

Gio smiled and jerked Justin’s meaty dong, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from Justin. His breathing quickened, and his last nut pulled up in his sack, announcing the impending orgasm.

As the first spurt of cum sputtered out of Justin’s dick, Gio rammed the metal rod all the way down Justin’s urethra, causing Justin’s eyes to open wide as he screamed in agony.

His dick was throbbing and spasming but the makeshift sound prevented his sperm from leaving his cock, blocking the exit and causing a painful congestion of spunk in Justin’s twitching cock.

“I hope you enjoyed it”, Gio grinned, casually grabbing a Bunsen burner, lighting it and holding the flame to the part of the metal rod that was peeking out of Justin’s dick. “Because you’ll never have an orgasm again.”

Justin was too preoccupied with his viciously ruined yet ongoing orgasm to notice what was about to happen until he felt the heat rise inside his dick.

He screamed from the top of his lungs, his eyes filled with terror as his dick was roasted from the inside. A couple of seconds later, steam was rising up from his rapidly reddening cock, and the appetizing smell of a barbecued steak filled the air.

“Medium or well done?” Gio grinned, looking at Justin.

Justin’s shaft was as red as a lobster, and the head had taken on the color of ripe tomato, as his dick was thoroughly cooked from the inside.

Justin was squealing like a pig in a slaughterhouse.

“We’ll go with medium, I guess”, Gio chuckled. “Let’s not get carried away…”

He let out a laugh and put the Bunsen burner on the table. He grabbed a pair of pliers and pulled the glowing rod out of Justin’s hot cock.

A stream of boiling jizz ran out of Justin’s dick, coating his half-filled nutsack in a hot, sticky layer of overcooked spunk.

“And there’s the sauce”, Gio dead-panned before bursting out laughing. “Wanna have a taste?”

Justin was writhing against his restraints, screaming from the top of his lungs.

Gio dipped his finger into the steaming puddle of Justin’s ruined jizz and winced. “It’s hot”, he chuckled. “I hope you don’t burn your tongue…” He scooped up a bit of Justin’s hot sperm and wiped on his tongue.

“How does it taste?” Gio chuckled.

Justin gagged and coughed as he tasted his sperm for the first and last time in his life.

Gio with laughter.

Justin’s ruined cock was limp and red, and it was obvious that it would never ever be able to grow hard again.

Justin’s eyes were filled with tears. His naked body was covered in sweat.

“Please”, he whispered in a toneless voice.

“Now we can do your other nut.” He smiled grimly at Justin. “This is going to be special. I want you to remember what it feels like. This is something you’ll tell your grandkids about.” He paused. “Or not.”

He let out a mean laugh.

Gio looked at the instruments on the table, looking like a kid in a candy store. He spotted a bright red cherry bomb and let out a laugh.

“That way your sex life would go out with a bang”, Gio joked.

Justin stared at the bomb, his eyes filled with horror.

“What about this?” Gio picked up a gutting knife and weighed it in his hand.

He went through the various items on the table, trying to come up with the perfect ending for Justin Bieber’s genitalia. The grinder looked fun, but the chainsaw promised a very satisfying result as well. The power drill seemed like a great choice, too, and the electric vise looked like it could destroy a testicle in seconds.

“I just can’t decide”, Gio sighed.

He had gone through every item on the table. Every single one promised a lot of fun and a highly entertaining ending for Justin Bieber’s sex life.

By now, Justin Bieber was a wreck.

He looked nothing like the confident, talented No. 1 artist who was adored by legions of fans all over the world.

He looked nothing like the handsome, sexy player who attracted slutty girls and slutty boys alike.

He looked nothing like the bold and brazen mischief-maker who made headlines whenever he opened his mouth.

He looked like a pathetic, miserable young man with a ruined cock and a destroyed nut who had lost every shred of dignity.

A pathetic, miserable young man with a ruined cock and a destroyed nut who was about to lose his final testicle.

Suddenly, Gio’s face lit up. “I think I know the perfect way.”

Justin barely looked up, his eyes glassy, his face pale.

“I’m gonna take your manhood with my bare hands”, Gio smiled. “I want to feel your nut burst between my fingers. How does that sound to you?”

Justin let out a pathetic whimper. “Please”, he whispered. “Please don’t take my last nut. It’s all I have left.”

“Awww”, Gio mocked him. “You think the girls won’t like you if you’re not a man anymore?” He wrapped his fingers around Justin’s fragile testicle. It felt warm and dense.

“Please”, Justin cried.

Gio closed his eyes. That’s what his nuts had felt like. He remembered rolling them around between his fingers in the shower. It seemed like ages ago.

Now his sack was empty. A useless bag of skin, a constant reminder of what this bitchy boy had done to him.

Gio opened his eyes again.

Justin let out a hoarse groan as Gio’s fingers tightened around his last nut.

Gio bit his lower lip. “I’m gonna crush your last nut.” He squeezed harder and harder, pressing his thumbs into the tender flesh of Justin’s superstar spud. His knuckles whitened as he squashed Justin’s nut flat with all the force he could muster.

A bead of sweat ran down Gio’s forehead. He felt something that reminded him of sexual arousal. A tingling in his loins. His loins hadn’t tingled in weeks.

Gio let out a laugh. “I think I can feel it collapse…”

Justin screamed in agony.

Gio chuckled. He was going to put an end to Justin Bieber’s sex life. He could feel the singer’s nut start to give. It didn’t feel as round anymore. It felt flatter, as if it was starting to submit to the brutal force that was crushing it.

Justin was screaming from the top of his lungs, his eyes clenched shut, his face white as a sheet.

Gio’s breathing quickened. He squeezed as hard as he could, flattening Justin’s nut, crushing it with his bare hands.

“Oh my god”, Gio groaned. “Oh my fucking GOD!”

With a sickening squelch, Justin’s last nut evaporated.

The singer let out a high-pitched squeal.

“Fuck yeah!” Gio’s body was trembling. His eyes were closed. He felt a warm, incredibly satisfying sensation. It was like an orgasm, except that it couldn’t be an orgasm. Or maybe it was?

Gio opened his eyes and looked at Justin Bieber who was squealing and screaming and wailing in agony.

“That felt awesome”, Gio chuckled.

His eyes fell on a shiny bolo knife on the table. He picked up the knife, an evil grin on his face.

Gio stepped up to Justin and grabbed his dick by the tip. After preparing the superstar’s genitalia for the final insult by wrapping a thick piece of rubber band around his dick and cutting off the blood supply to his most prized possession, Gio put the knife to the root of Justin’s cock.
Justin’s eyes widened with horror. “No”, he whispered. “God, no.”

Gio looked at him. “Your cock is ruined already”, he said matter-of-factly. “We might as well cut it off. You won’t be able to use it anyway…”

Justin struggled and screamed as Gio put the knife to his dick and sliced it off with a precise, clean cut.

Justin’s severed dick landed on the ground with a wet splat as the singer screamed like a banshee.

Gio picked Justin’s dick up, holding it with his thumb and forefinger.

Detached from Justin’s body, the piece of meat look small and pathetic.

“So this is what all the fuzz was about”, Gio said, inspecting Justin’s cock. “This is what all the girls went crazy about.” He shrugged his shoulders and looked at Justin. “I don’t know. Doesn’t seem special to me.”

He threw Justin’s dick at its former owner, and the detached dong landed square on Justin’s face.

The singer squinted, his eyes wide in shock, staring in horror at his cock that was right in front of his eyes.

Gio burst out laughing. He picked up the severed dick and slapped the singer in the face with it.

Justin let out a pitiful moan.

“I bet you always fantasized about sucking yourself off”, Gio grinned.

Before Justin had a chance to say protest, he shoved the cock into his mouth, eliciting a muffled scream of protest from Justin.

“You’re welcome”, Gio said with a grin.

Justin let out an anguished roar and spat his dick out.

It landed on the floor with a sick SPLAT.

Gio chuckled and picked it up. “Now you know what the girls felt when you shoved your dick in their mouths…” He stuffed the cock into Justin’s mouth again and taped it shut.

Tears were streaming down Justin’s face and his head sank back, defeated and exhausted.

Gio packed the tools into his bag and nodded at Justin. “I think we’re even now.”

The singer let out a pitiful, muffled whimper.

Gio turned around and left the garage, leaving his former boss behind, his nuts destroyed, his dick cut off and stuffed into his mouth.

First thing tomorrow, Gio was going to place an anonymous phone call at the local papers.

By noon, everybody was going to know that Justin Bieber, the sexy singer, the arrogant artist, the object of many a teen girl’s desire, was no longer a man.


Anonymous said...

I dont know about others, but I just don't like permanent damage stories. But i didnt give you a rate though, cause you did put a disclaimer near the title.
I dont think its most people's cup of tea in my opinion.

Alex said...

Thanks for your feedback! I hope you'll like the other Justin Bieber story (without permanent damage) better. I'm writing it right now and I'll publish it in a couple of weeks. :-))

Anonymous said...

great job, think it's a lot better than the original.

the viewers into permanent damage stories appreciate it - and I do think we don't make up a majority of your readers, but I think we make up a far larger portion than some would think ... hey, maybe you should do a poll on it?

Alex said...

Thanks for your comment! I'm glad you enjoyed the story! I might do a poll on permant damage in the future but I can't promise you that the results will influence the content of this blog since I'm not a huge fan of total destruction myself... :-))

Corbin Crow said...

Alex I love your stories and I definitely enjoy stories with permanent damage.

I mean this in the most complimentary of fashions, but I get the feeling your heart isn't in perm damage stories.

I love finding new stories with perm in them, and I'm glad you're making an effort to include some darker elements (nice ruined orgasm too!) I feel like I can read your joy and excitement in the regular ballbusting, edging denial draining stories and I didn't feel the same personal investment/touch here.

Anyway, keep up the good work!

Alex said...

Thanks for your feedback. Maybe you are right. I do enjoy the writing process for each and every story that I publish. (There are a whole bunch of unfinished stories that I abandoned when I realized that my heart wasn't in it...) But maybe you are right.