WARNING: You must be 18+ to read this. If you are not allowed to read these where you are from or don't like reading stories about boys under 18, please leave now.
Please Note: This is a fabricated story about Justin Bieber, Fergus Riordan (I Want To Be A Soldier; GhostRider2) and Dakota Goyo (Real Steel). The story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives. Enjoy!
"They're finally ready, Sir ... Justin Bieber, Fergus Riordan
and Dakota Goyo", The Scientist replied, making some notes briefly on his
clipboard, and then asked, "But where will you keep all three clones, Sir?"
"An island", I answered, "My own little one just off
Maldives ... Tell me, Doctor, why did you need so many of my pictures, a video
of me, and even a sample of my DNA? How am I a part of their creation?"
"We factored it all in. The technical details are rather
tedious to outline. But in the process of manufacturing these boys for you, we
had to give them each a personality. Since they were made to all be already 14 years of age, they also needed predefined preferences. We've done
many things. As you requested, we increased their sexual receptiveness. In
addition, we genetically engineered them to be absolutely sexually attracted to
you", he replied.
"Made it their official job to love me", I said softly to
myself as we walked into the room in which the boys were about to wake for the
It was less a ward, more a bedroom. It was actually a
pick-up room. I felt as if I'm going to buy a brand new car straight off the
showroom. Three in fact. The room smelled sweet. Thin rays of sunlight were
everywhere. It was probably the closest I'd ever get to the feeling of entering
a heaven for the first time. And there they were. My three wishes ... Asleep.
Cuddled up together on the bed in white oversized t-shirts and shorts. Their
legs, arms and slender bodies curled in and out, delicately wrapping around
each other. They looked so perfect, comfortable and complete. The sight of the
boys together felt like a never-ending foundation of layers and layers of boys,
like decadent layers of moist sponge cake and double-thick cream blending
"When will they wake-up?" I asked impatiently with my heart doing a break-dance in my chest.
"I thought I'd give you the pleasure ... They are your
property after all", smirked the Scientist as he left, leaving the door to
swing slowly shut behind him...
#TheIsland – Day1
Dinnertime and our table was in the ankle-shallow stretches
of water just off the shore. The waves came in trickles but I could still hear
them breathing. I felt as if the night had blue hues in its colour-palette tonight.
Bright blues stars. Dark blue water. Candlelight. Blues flames. Navy blue
sea-roses in full bloom on the sand. And Fergus ... in deep blue swim-briefs.
"Did you know the stars are actually holes, punched thru by
old trapped birds in the black blanket of the night sky?" I asked.
"I thought they were giant balls of flaming gases in space",
Dakota said proudly, "And the ones that burn twice as bright, burn half as
How did they know so much? For clones, they seemed perfectly
natural. And naturally perfect. The four of us spoke and laughed the night
away. But there was always something dark, mysterious and naughty pulling just beneath
the surface of our night. Blue is the colour of lust and obsession after all. (Genetically
Engineered Trait #1: All the boys have heightened sexual receptiveness. They're
always horny. I could sense this in the little things they said and did)
"True. You're good" I told Dakota and giggled as I ruffled
his hair with my fingers.
"When I'm good, I'm very very good. When I'm bad, I'm
better" he replied with a naughty half-smile.
Justin chased some little blue moon-fish with his feet in
the water under his seat. It was as if he was deliberately trying to boast his
beautifully free-flowing legs. What he was doing left him in a rather
provocative position with his legs spread widely on his chair. He smiled cutely
at me and then said quietly, in that smooth-soft voice of his, "Spread me open
slowly. Lick me with your tongue. Dip me in your milk ... Damn, Oreos are soooo
good!" He grabbed the Oreo jar
It's so easy to lose yourself in another world. So easy to
lose control. Like you're watching yourself from the outside. A story that
writes itself. You forget to track the path of things. They just happen. And
you let them.
Back inside the house and it was far passed any normal bedtime.
Justin was tugging at Fergus's briefs which started a wrestling match between
the two of them on the bed. Dakota was sitting on my lap facing me. Like a son.
Or a little brother. But we both knew he wasn't.
Amidst all the noise, screaming and laughing, Dakota's smile
suddenly faded to seriousness, and he whispered in my ear, "I want you to fuck
me so hard"
There was a tingle on my ear where Dakota's lips gently
brushed me as he said it. I almost didn't notice that Justin and Fergus weren't
wrestling anymore. They suddenly grow quiet too. Were they kissing? When I
finally looked directly at them, they appeared to be biting each other's lips
out. It looked cruel. It looked passionate. And I could tell they were having a
wickedly fun time.
"Sorry I left a bite mark ... I tried not to bite that hard"
said Fergus to Justin looking completely guilty and super-cute.
A huge cumulative energy just burst forth. I didn't even get
time to think about it. There was just too much happening. I was hypnotised by
Dakota's blue eyes, distracted by Fergus's green ones but in love with the
sheer purity of Justin's hazel ones. There seemed to be eyes like laser-beams
all over the place. And so were there ripped clothes and pillows littered like
snow and ice.
Everything had been cloaked in sensuousness to the point
where details seemed fuzzy and languid. We were pressed up against each other.
Naked skin on skin. It felt so refreshing. All at once I felt them around me.
Cool parts then warm. All that silky flesh. Moving and exploring. Kissing and
biting. Inside me, outside me and all over. Unable to distinguish one boy from
the other in the ecstasy of just being swallowed in a soft cocoon of all three
of them. They felt firm and defined as if they had been regular athletes all
their lives. At the same time they had skin as soft as babies'. Their bodies
felt so new. Skin tone in complete balance. Not a mark, not a crease. Entirely
and absolutely perfect. We're sensual beings. We love that.
Then there was this moment in which I was lying on my back
and all of their hands were exploring my raging hard-on. My cock was lost in
this consuming mound of six of the prettiest hands ever. They acted like the
animals they always tried to hide. Then their warm and wet mouths were
suctioned on my cock, lips and tongues in a thousand overlapping paths about it.
But the sexiest feeling was my cock being rubbed my all six of their gorgeous
young feet at once. Their feet had stunning natural sensuality. My cock was
sliding between smooth ankles and high arches. Their feet were so perfectly boyish
but also so soft and silky - they were literally new, barely used.
What would you feel if you had hotter versions of your
favourite celebrities hot for you? There were bright capsules of light burning
in Justin's eyes. He looked so cute when he was horny that I just couldn't
ignore him – My dream wrapped in a wish. I wanted him so bad. And to keep him. He
was so slim and exquisite. His gorgeousness was indescribable. Deliciously-looking pink nipples. Sun-kissed
curvatures and crevices. He was just covered in hotspots of fuckability. The
greatest shocker was Justin's cock (Genetically Engineered Trait #2: Justin has
a monster cock. It's the longest cock I've ever seen! Especially for a
14-year-old. Many large cocks come at a price of obscurity, but not Justin's.
His cock was of amazingly balanced shape. It didn't look clumsily big. It
looked agile and athletically big. Like something only fault-free robots in a
production-line could construct)
"Touch me there", Justin whispered. His voice made me
shiver. Those words sent a strong answering pulse through my body. His tongue
curled around syllables that weren't there, like a promise.
I felt his cock with my fingers. His whole body jerked at my
first touch, and he closed his eyes. Its smoothness. Its power ... He was
moaning slightly in my ears. I pressed it, poked it and wanked it until it
leaked. It was so hot and slippery. He was biting his bottom lip the entire
time. Just looking at those angelically-crafted lips made me just want shove my
cock down his throat. I continued to rub its pre-cum over his cock-head and then
sucked it dry. He was trembling all over. I never expected to want to suck him more and
.... There is more of this story ...