Justin Timberlake was performing a one off show at the same concert in order to promote his new album. Louis had always been a big fan of Justin in terms of music, but he'd also had a large crush on him and thought the singer had only got better looking with age. And he'd like nothing more than to have the older superstar on his knees, sucking his young British cock. Louis knew that Justin would be alone in his dressing room right now so he quickly headed off to go and claim his first obedient slave before someone else could get in the way.
He reached a door which had "Justin Timberlake" inside a gold star and paused with his hand on the door handle. He took a deep breath and walked in unannounced. He heard Justin yell from inside and smirked as he saw the star angrily staring at him, wearing only a dressing gown. "What the fuck man?" He snarled angrily. "I was just about to get in the shower, knock next time!"
"I don't think you should talk to me like that." Louis said smugly, walking forward and quite forgetting his initial nervousness. His smile broadened as he saw how angry Justin was getting, which was a good thing; the angrier the subject got, the weaker their mental state became and that made it far easier to hypnotise and enslave. And Timberlake was falling for the trap spectacularly. "I don't think you understand." Justin yelled, striding over to to Louis and towering over him. Louis caught the masculine scent of aftershave and sweat and nearly licked his lips. "I don't give a shit how famous you are, you do not come waltzing into my room. Apologise. Now".
Louis laughed and rolled his eyes. "You don't need me to apologise" He sighed, grinning as Justin started to raise his fist in fury. "No, you just need to look me right in the eyes. Yes, that's right. Just keep looking..." Justin's face changed from one contorted with anger to one that was blank, almost peaceful.
"I...I...Keep...Yes." He mumbled to himself as he kept staring directly into the beautiful and deadly eyes of the younger singer. "What...are...doing?" He muttered incoherently. Louis laughed once more and put a finger to Justin's lips, shushing him. "Stop talking now." He said. "Keep looking and let me do what I wish." Timberlake nodded dumbly and did nothing to stop Louis's hands from undoing his dressing gowns belt and stroking his thick pecs lovingly.
"Good boy!" Tomlinson said, gently tweaking Timberlake's nipples.
"Yes, I am." Justin said robotically."I am your good boy. Yours forever."
Suddenly Louis remembered that Justin didn't have long until he had to go on stage. He needed to get a shower straight away or else he'd be late. However he was incredibly horny and there was enough time for a fuck if Justin didn't shower. What did he decide to do?
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