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Justin's Angel 75
Justin's Angel 75
This is a sexually explicit story (at times) involving homosexuality. By continuing to read, you affirm under penalties of perjury that you are not a minor or in the company of a minor and are entitled to have access to this story.The following is a fictitious story with no real basis or credibility. It is solely for the enjoyment of the reader. Its all just fun. It does not imply anything about the sexual preferences or lifestyle of Justin Timberlake or any other celebrity mentioned in the story.
Previously
They climbed through the wreckage, finally finding Michael laying on his back under a large pile of debris.
Lonnie and Paulo were running towards them.
"Get an ambulance right now!" Timba yelled, Justin sinking to his knees beside Michael.
"Mico, are you all right? Talk to me, Mico?" Justin said, tears flowing down his face.
Michael's face looked bruised, and cut in places.
Timba thought Michael was dead. No movement was evident.
Paulo, Timba and Lonnie pulled debris from around Michael, gently freeing his legs which had been covered by most of the nymphets kdz
unit.
A group of security guards surrounded the stage.
Justin touched his cheek, feeling warmth.
Michael's eyelids flickered a little, his eyes slowly opening.
"Jus?"
Justin smiled, a sob trembling through his body.
"Yes, Mico. It's your Jus. Are you alright?"
Michael looked into his eyes, too tired to talk.
Justin felt a low voice in his mind.
"I'm so tired. I'm fighting to stay with you, don't worry, I'll ....."
A shudder went through Michael's body, Michael's nymphet defloration eyes closing, his head falling down against Justin's chest.
Justin put his arms around him, feeling his slow breath on his cheek.
"It's okay, Mico. I'm here, I'm here with you." Justin said, tears flowing down his cheeks, Justin holding his Mico tightly.
Chapter 75
Michael found himself fighting the darkness.
He heard voices, echoing off his mind, jumbled, confused voices.
His body ached, that he knew.
What had happened? Where was he?
Through all the emptiness and darkness he heard one voice, one familiar voice.
It was melodic and beautiful.
"Wake up, my love."
"My love? Please don't leave me in the darkness." Michael said, calling out to that lost voice.
"It's okay, Mico. I'm here, I'm here with you always."
It was his Justin. His love slowly filling Michael with warmth.
"Open your eyes, my love."
Michael opened his eyes staring into Lance's green tearful ones.
"Lance?" Michael said weakly, almost a whisper.
"Welcome back, Mikey. Thank God." Lance smiled, Josh smiling behind Lance.
Michael was in a hospital room, surrounded by his friends.
Vicky, Chris, Joey, Kelly, Jake and Paulo all were surrounding him.
But Michael saw that the most important man in his life was missing.
Michael looked around slowly, Lance sensing who Michael was seeking.
"He just left about three hours ago, Mikey. He's flown to Fresno for his next concert."
"He's left me." Michael said with tears in his eyes.
Lance looked at Josh with a confused look on his face.
"Mikey, you told him to go."
Michael now looked confused.
"What happened? Where's Justin?"
Michael was getting worried, he sat up in bed.
Then the pain hit him. He actually screamed, Josh and Lance gently laying him back down.
Vicky was in tears, Chris holding her tightly.
"Please, it's going to be okay, Mikey. You've been through a lot, most of your body is badly bruised." Vicky said with love in her voice.
Michael gasped, the pain still flowing through him.
"Where's my Jus? I didn't want him to go."
Josh was on his phone, talking to someone.
Josh hung up taking Michael's left hand.
"Hold on, Michael. He'll be here momentarily."
As Josh finished his words, Michael felt Justin enter his mind.
"Mico, my love. Calm down. I'm here."
Michael visibly calmed, everyone knowing who was calming him.
"Jus, I was so scared. I thought you were gone, I thought something had happened to you."
"Shhh, my love. Be calm, I'm with you, in heart and soul. How are you, my love?"
Michael sighed, relaxing now, Lance still holding his hand, seeing his body relaxing.
"I'm in such pain, Jus. I can't focus, I can't heal myself. I need to focus."
"I know Mico. I know. You went through a lot. The doctors say it's a miracle you're alive."
Michael's tears still flowed, Lance sensing his deep pain.
"Shhhh, Mico, relax. I'll be with you in a few hours. I didn't want to leave you, but you wouldn't hear any of that. You woke up for a brief time, begging me not to stop the tour. You ordered me to go. I love you so much, Mico. I will be with you soon. Close your eyes my love, let my voice soothe you, let my voice fill your mind."
Michael relaxed, listening to Justin's soothing voice, his eyes closing.
Within moments, Michael was asleep again.
Lance remained at his side, Josh holding him gently.
"I can't believe he's back. We all say what happened, how he got hurt. I can't believe he survived that."
Josh kissed Lance's cheek, holding onto his lover.
"I sense Mikey underage nymphet russian will never leave us, sweetie. russian beach nymphets His love is too strong to walk away from us."
Lance started crying; Josh holding him tight, nymphets netherlands
tears flowing down his cheeks as ls nymphets angels
well.
Vicky sat down on the other side of Michael, running her hands across his bruised forehead. Chris put his hand on her shoulder.
"Rest, my Mikey. Your Justin will be here shortly, and you can start to heal."
She leaned down, kissing that bruised forehead.
Paulo remained against the far wall, Jake holding him close, tears falling down both of their faces.
Paulo's thoughts were on only one thing.
I'll kill them, I'll kill them both.
Justin opened his eyes, sensing Michael had fallen asleep, his breathing returning to normal.
Timba stood beside him, his arm around his shoulder. The two stood backstage at the concert.
"You okay, JT? How's Mikey?"
Justin lifted his head, smiling at nymphets gallery sites his friend.
"Mico's asleep. He woke up again and he's in a lot of pain. I was able to relax him enough to get him to fall asleep again. He needs a lot of rest."
Timba tightened his nymphet teen links hold on Justin, Pink and Cassi standing in front of them.
They all marveled at the close, spiritual child nymphets sex bond between Michael and Justin.
"He'll be okay, right Justin?" Pink asked, Justin seeing the concern on her face.
"Yes, once he's rested, he can begin to heal. This nymphets lips
is the worst he's had to deal with, but I felt his confidence and determination just before he fell asleep, he's determined to heal."
Timba smiled, letting him go as Cassi hardcore banned nymphets
and Pink both hugged Justin.
"I can't believe he survived that, Jus! When that wall of steel hit him, I thought he would be completely broken, or best illegal nymphets
worse." Cassi said, looking into very very young nymphet his blue eyes, tears falling from her own.
She'd been in the audience watching Justin's last two numbers when the tragedy occurred.
"I think he had just enough time to try and protect himself with his gifts."Justin said quietly.
Cassi kissed his cheek.
"He had your love with him too, Jus. He had your love, that 4chan archive nymphets 's what made him risk his own life to save you." Lonnie said, walking up to them.
Justin ukranian nymphets russia teared up, looking at Lonnie.
"My Mico would move heaven and earth to keep me safe. Or move a whole stage full of performers."
Lonnie smiled, then his face changing a bit.
"I just got off the phone with the L.A.P.D investigation unit. That accident wasn't an accident, Jus.The riggings surrounding those units were tampered with. Some of the steel structuring was weakened deliberately. And pieces of a small pipe bomb was found, that's what started the whole reaction. That was probably the loud bang we heard."
Justin looked at Lonnie, his face emotionless.
"It was deliberately set?" Timba said, shock on his face.
"Yes, and I can give you two guesses who. " Lonnie said, putting his arm around Justin.
"They were trying to kill me." Justin said, concern on his face.
"I think so, Jus. Or at least hurt you bad. To make Michael hurt." Lonnie said.
Justin looked at his friends, sensing Lonnie was right. Only two men wanted to hurt Michael.
Fredrick and Paul.
Had they been there? Were they watching?
Justin felt uneasy, Lonnie picking up on it immediately.
"We've swept this whole arena, Jus. There is no forbidden nymphetes
sign of anyone or any other tampering. Armed guards are patrolling backstage. There is no way anyone's going to get near you or anyone here." Lonnie said, nymphette wild
patting his shoulder.
"Do I have to live in fear now? Do I have to live surrounded by armed guards. Mico doesn't want that, and he'll put his foot down." Justin said.
"I know, Jus. I know. But I'm going to make damn sure nothing like that happens to either of you again. I love both of you, and I'll protect you with any means I can. Michael needs to understand that." Lonnie said, Justin seeing his determination and also his love.
Justin hugged his nymphet models blog friend.
"I know Michael will be happy you're here with me, protecting me, Lon. He has complete confidence in that."
Lonnie smiled.
"We have about two hours till we go on, try and relax, Jus." Timba said, guiding him to the couch.
"I'll only relax when I have my Mico back in my arms." Justin said, laying his head back, closing his eyes.
His friends all looked at each other, sensing Justin's need for his Mico.
Paul sat in the airport lounge, staring into the darkness of the night.
His body ached all over, the events of the early morning had been mind-numbing.
He'd failed again.
He thought he'd planned it all out perfectly.
He'd been there over a week ago, watching Justin rehearse in that arena. Casing it all out, seeing the large air conditioners, formulating his plan. It was perfect.
It worked precisely as he'd planned.
Until that spawn of satan ran out onto that stage.
How had he known? How did he know what was about to happen?
And how nymphette russian liitle girl did he accomplish what Paul had nymphet model bbs seen with his own eyes?
Those people seemed to fly across the stage, as if the hand of God were moving them.
After Paul had exited the arena, slipping into the darkness, he'd walked for hours, totally confused.
He was also afraid. Afraid of what Fredrick would do.
Paul had doubts, they entered his mind, seeping into his conscience.
Who was Michael?
He'd seemed such an insignificant person when Paul had first raped him.
Where had all these miraculous powers come from?
Paul felt Michael wasn't as easy to manipulate anymore.
He also sensed some little nymphets non panties kind of connection between Justin and Michael.
Paul walked for hours, then went back to his small hotel room, waiting for his retribution.
He sat, staring at his cell phone, terror simmering in his heart. The terror of failure.
His cell went off, Paul taking a deep breath, answering the call.
"Hello, my child."
"Hello, my lord."
"You have failed, haven't you?"
Paul took a deep breath, replying yes.
"I sensed it, as well as heard it on the news. The devil's servant is now all-powerful. Don't feel too dejected, I sensed it would fail. Michael is very protective of his bitch.
And I sense you are happy it failed. You so want Michael's bitch, don't you?"
Paul nerves got up, wondering how Fredrick knew that?
"You forget my son, I can read your mind. I know you lust for that slut, and you still lust for Michael. What if I told you I have a plan so you can have them both?"
Paul's mind zoned in on what Fredrick said. And his hardness lengthened.
"I can have them both, my lord?"
"Yes, Paul. I want you to have them both. Use them, abuse them, and then I will deal the final blow. But it must be a carefully laid plan. It will take some finesse and careful planning. Are you up for the task? Do you desire them that much?"
"I will do all you ask, my father. If I can just have an hour with both of legal nymphets model them, I will make them scream for their devil with their dying breaths."
"I will kill Michael, slave! He is mine to kill! You can have his body and his bitch. I want his soul!"
"Yes, my lord. As you wish." The smile widening on Paul's face.
"Good. Then we need to start the plan. But first, there is the matter of your punishment."
Paul's breath caught in his throat.
"In about ten minutes your punishment wil