Do any of you have strange fantasies? Here's one of mine, it's about Justin Bieber.
"Yeah, that'll work fine," The Manager said, "Thanks, Barry!"
He hung up the phone and sighed; his meal ticket was safe.
Managing Justin Bieber was an exhausting whirlwind. The screaming girls ensured a lucrative stream of money coming in, but The Manager knew it couldn't last.
Or could it?
Justin was 16 now; his voice hadn't changed yet, and The Manager really wanted to keep it that way. He knew that once the boy's voice changed, the little girls would find another cute young boy to fall in love with.
They always did.
The Manager had been through it before. He'd had a couple 'teen idol' types at his agency in the past; they lasted a couple years, and then they were yesterday's news. None of them ever saw it coming, of course; they got caught up in the wild lifestyle, and when the bottom fell out, it pretty much destroyed them. That wasn't what worried him, though; for him, it was simply dollars and cents. Once the hotties became has-beens, they were useless. Once in awhile, one of them genuinely tried to keep his career going, but once the girls flocked away, the business wasn't interested.
He knew; he always tried to tell them that it wasn't going to last, but somehow, they'd already gotten it in their heads that they were the "Next Elvis" or "Bigger Than The Beatles".
Stupid little fuckers...
The manager looked at his calendar; Justin would be there in a few minutes.
The Manager had noticed that Justin's voice was just starting to change; luckily,, his old friend, Dr. Barry Phondiboyes, would be able to solve the problem.
As he smiled, ruminating about his plans, his secretary announced that the teen heartthrob had arrived. A moment later, Justin walked in; they shook hands, and the young singer plopped himself down on the chair in front of The Manager's desk, with an arrogantly casual air.
"Word?" He acted all ghetto, like a badass; The Manager just sat and smiled...
"Need to have you get a checkup, kid," He replied, matter-of-factly, "One of those insurance things, you know..."
"We could do it now," The Manager mused, "An old buddy of mine is a doctor, and he's got an opening in a little while."
The two of them got up and walked out of the office. It didn't take long for them to drive to the Doctor's office; they got out of The Manager's car and walked into the building. After a couple minutes' wait, they went in.
"How's it going?" The Doctor greeted his old friend warmly, then turned his attention to the teen, "And this is Justin; how are you?"
"Fine, I guess," was Justin's halfhearted response.
"Just go behind the curtain and get undressed, Ok?"
The skinny young boy went behind the curtain and started undressing.
"Everything ready, Barry?", The Manager whispered.
A few moments later, Justin came out from behind the curtain, wearing a sexy pair of man's undies; not quite a thong, but the kid clearly thought he was God's gift to girls.
The Manager left the room as Justin sat on the exam table. The exam went smoothly, with the Doctor checking blood pressure, lungs, lymph nodes, etc. After a couple minutes of poking and prodding, he pulled the teen's undies off, leaving him totally naked.
"I have a couple of tests and procedures that I have to do now," He explained to the nervously nude teen, "They tend to be uncomfortable, so I need to restrain you."
"You mean like tie me up?", Justin was starting to get scared.
"Just relax," Said the Doctor, his voice soft and soothing, "If you move, we'll have to start all over, so it's easier this way, Ok?"
"Well... Ok...", Was the young teen's jittery reply.
The Doctor motioned Justin to lay back; he complied, and quickly felt straps being fastened around his waist, his chest, his arms and wrists, and his forehead. Dr. Phondiboyes slipped a pair of knee crutches into holes in the exam table, then lifted the tightly bound teen's slender legs into them, and quickly binding them.
Just like that, Justin Bieber was helplessly bound to the exam table! His legs were spread apart, exposing his boy cock and his pink anal pucker!
Just then, The Manager came back into the room.
"I see you're ready for the procedure, Doctor..."
"Wait a minute!", The helpless teen protested, "What's going on???"
"Justin, my boy," The Manager addressed him, a Blofeldian quality to his voice, "Your voice is starting to change, and once it does, your career will be over."
"No it won't!", Justin retorted,, starting to struggle, "The girls love me, and they'll ALWAYS love me!"
"They won't; trust me," The older man spoke, his tone informed by experience, "But you won't have to worry about your voice changing. Ever."
"Justin, have you ever heard of Enrico Caruso?", The Doctor chimed in, "Probably the greatest tenor the world has ever known. And do you know why?"
"I DON'T CARE!!!"
"He made a sacrifice for his music, Justin," The Doctor continued, unaffected by the helpless teen's outburst, "The same sacrifice that YOU'RE about to make..."
"You're going to become a castrati, Justin," The Manager spoke, almost proudly, cradling the boy's testicles in his hand, "You're going to lose these things."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"", Justin struggled wildly against the restraints as he realized his fate!
The Doctor brought a tray filled with shaving and surgical implements. He readied a bowl of water, shaving cream, and a razor, and sat down in between the helpless teen's outstretched legs. The medical expert covered the captive groin with shaving cream and slowly removed what little hair had grown there. He took a washcloth and cleared the remnants of the cream away, then patted it dry with a towel.
"Looks like he's enjoying himself," The Manager noted as Justin realized in horror that he had a raging hard-on!
"Shame to waste it," The Doctor replied, taking Justin's cock in his mouth. It was small, but full of doomed promise; the young man was mortified when he shot a load of cum into the man's hungry mouth!
"Try some," The Doctor said; The Manager replaced his friend in the chair, licking the sensitive member as the captive boy screamed in useless protest! Another load shot into The Manager's mouth as the slender young body writhed in agony and ecstasy!
"I'm going to clean him out," The Doctor stated, having brought an enema bag with him. A dollop of lube on his finger, and the helpless anus felt its first unwelcome penetration! The helpless heartthrob screamed as the nozzle slid into his rectum and started shooting hot, soapy water into his bowels! He struggled in vain as his intestines filled up, and soon, he felt like he would burst! Violent cramps forced his body into paroxysms of excruciating pain!
Both men's pants were straining against rock-hard erections; they almost got whiplash as their cocks practically flew out! The sight of the struggling teen fighting in vain against his bonds as his ass was filled was too much for them to be able to control themselves!
The Doctor felt Justin's abdomen; it was starting to distend from the water pressure, and if his abs weren't rock hard already, this was just as good! He noticed that the enema bag was empty, so he got the bowl underneath the end of the table ready; he pulled the nozzle out, and a stream of water immediately shot out! It seemed to last forever; when it finally subsided, he wiped the excess water away, adding another dollop of lube.
"Want honors?", He asked The Manager, who nodded his approval.
With one motion, The Manager simultaneously stepped in between Bieber's legs and thrust his throbbing hard-on into the boy's captive ass! Justin emitted a combination gasp and scream as his virgin anus was violated! Again and again, the man's cock rammed the helpless bunghole balls deep! The rape continued as the helplessly bound youngster pleaded and screamed! Time stood still as the thrusting cock filled the boy, culminating in a humungous load of cum shooting deep into the helpless bowels as The Manager groaned from the effort!
He pulled out, exhausted, stepped back, and had to steady himself against the wall; no sooner had he stepped back than The Doctor rammed his own cock inside the helpless boy butt, making Justin scream even more! Soon, another titanic load of cum filled the boy's ass, and The Doctor pulled out.
"I've gotta piss," The Manager said, "Back in a moment..."
"Wait," The Doctor replied, "He's got a mouth, doesn't he?"
He went to a drawer and pulled out a ring gag, deftly fitting into Justin's mouth. The Manager stepped into a short stool, aimed his cock, and pissed a stream of golden juice into the helpless boy's mouth!
Justin had no choice but to swallow The Manager's urine, nor did he have any option when The Doctor did the same!
"And now," Said The Doctor, "It's time to make you a boy forever, Justin!"
The Doctor carefully washed Justin's entire groin, down to his butt crack, then dried it off. He went over to the sink and washed his hands, then put on surgical gloves. Taking a tube of betadine, he squirted a generous portion right above the boy's not-quite-mature cock, then spread the goo over his captive crotch, making sure his balls were thoroughly covered.
He picked up a scalpel in his right hand, walking up to Justin's face and showing it to him; walking back between the helplessly bound legs, he grabbed the helpless scrotum with his left hand as the boy screamed and pleaded even louder!
He sat down on the stool, lightly tracing along the center ridge of the ball sac with the scalpel; Justin screamed and pleaded more vociferously than The Manager would have ever thought possible!
"Normally, the incision would be made in the side of the scrotum," The Doctor explained, "But this way, a scar won't be as noticeable."
He sliced into the tender skin, leaving a trail of blood in the scalpel's wake. Even with Justin's agonized writhing, he was bound securely enough that his crotch was totally immobilized, so it didn't disturb The Doctor's precise skills. He made just enough of an incision to allow the orbs to be pulled out, then made a second incision through the tunica, exposing the boy's now-doomed baby-makers!
Justin was crying like a hysterical girl as The Doctor pulled his right nut out of the sac; he clipped a small weight onto the ball, then let it fall, smiling. Both men started laughing as the vas deferens was pulled to its full length! The Doctor made sure the cord was out as far as it could go, then he deftly clipped a hemostat onto it, sliced through the cord, and cauterized the end, taking the severed testicle and dropping it into a pan. He repeated the process for the other ball, then he picked up a pair of cosmetic testicles.
"After the scar heals, nobody will be able to tell."
The Doctor deftly inserted the fake balls into the scrotum, then precisely stitched up both the tunica and the sac itself. His stitches were small; The Manager was impressed by the man's skill!
"What happens if he tells somebody about this?", The Manager asked, worried.
"Not a problem," Came the reply, as he started connecting a headband to Justin's head, then connecting wires to an electrical device, "We'll just erase his memory."
The Doctor pressed a button; Justin's body twitched as electrical pulses went through his brain, taking the memories of the last few hours with them! After a minute or so, he turned the box off; the helpless boy's body passed out, exhausted!
"In a couple weeks," The Doctor explained, "Any remaining testosterone will be out of his body, and he'll be as calm as a lamb."
"He won't be a cocky little douchebag anymore?"
"Nope; his voice won't ever change, either."
"Need a snack?", Asked The Doctor, holding up the bowl with Justin's ex-nads.
They both laughed.