Licker

Justin Bieber was straight.

Jesus, he was straight. He had never done anything remotely homosexual in his life, despite the nasty rumors that haters spread during the early days of Bieber Fever. No, Justin Bieber was attracted to women. And the world had caught on for the most part. There weren't any Justin Bieber gay jokes in 2020. People had seen him half naked and fully naked with enough women at this point to admit the truth. Hell, he was married. Married to a beautiful woman. People knew he and Hailey spent most of their time in the sack nowadays, her worshipping every inch of his body like a good wife should, submitting to his nasty desires on any given day. And he was pretty nasty in bed, deeply kinky, had been since the age of fourteen when he first became addicted to sex. He was a bit of a sex god, and he knew it, the object of masturbatory fantasies across the world for girls and boys alike. He didn't work out now like he used to: his body had deteriorated over time and become slightly more slim, less muscular, and he didn't flaunt it quite as frequently, didn't take the time to walk around outside shirtless or go water skiing in his white underwear knowing full-well that they would become translucent the moment they were soaked with water, and he was of course a husband now, so he wasn't fucking a new woman every other day, but in the end he was still Justin Bieber and none of these facts could make him less sexually appealing than he always had been.

Justin Bieber was still a pussy-obsessed fuckboy. No, he was THE fuckboy. And proud of it.

So why the fuck was he on his knees about to lick someone's balls?

It was a stupid bet. Let's face it, Shawn Mendes had been out to get Justin for quite some time, though Justin never really suspected it. After all, Shawn was always that soft, genuine soul, the incorruptible guy who treated women like royalty, who stared into your eyes and listened when you spoke, and held you with a warmth and tenderness that most guys couldn't fathom. He was the ideal boy, the boy of every girl's dreams, but also not the boy that girls actually wanted to fuck. Girls married Shawn Mendes, but they fucked Justin Bieber. To Justin, Shawn was always weak, someone who Justin bullied whenever presented with the proper opportunity. His actions weren't truly malevolent, but they were consisted, documented in the occasional snide remark on Instagram: "Gonna have to break a few more records before you dethrone me little bud...but if you want we can play hockey for it but I heard your a real bender on the ice." He congratulated himself on the double entendre. Never mind that Shawn stood more than half a foot taller than Justin. Or: "You got a big ole mouth." A seemingly random comment selected to feed the Shawn Mendes Is Gay rumors.

The rumors were probably true. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been so easy for Justin to steal Hailey from Shawn while the two of them were dating. Justin stole her and wifed her almost overnight. For Justin, it was simply further evidence of his own sex appeal, and he saw no reason for any hard feelings to develop between him and Shawn. As far as Shawn was concerned, he probably wasn't even aware that Justin and Hailey had been fucking while they were dating. It never occurred to him that Shawn might hate him for stealing his girlfriend, even a year later after Justin and Hailey had become husband and wife. It never occurred to him that Shawn Mendes might have been waiting to get back at him.

You could argue that Justin had been stupid to accept the bet in the first place. The bet was asinine, a spur-of-the-moment metaphorical dick measuring contest that emerged from the heat of competitive sports. They were playing a game of three-on-three street hockey to escape the boredom of quarantine. Justin, Niall Horan, and Justin's childhood friend Ryan Butler on one team. Shawn, Nick Jonas, and Shawn's fellow mag-con star Cameron Dallas on the other. It was hot as balls out, midday, and the boys were each drenched in sweat. Justin and Shawn had abandoned the top half of their clothing and were skating around shirtless. The game had begun friendly enough, but some unspoken tension between Justin and Shawn seemed to surface over the course of the match. Stripping their shirts could have been attributed to the Los Angeles heat, but it was probably more about asserting dominance, or something like that. They started getting rougher and rougher with each play, and it was a wonder with all of the shoving that they were doing that Justin's shorts managed to cling to his ass, weighed down by his own sweat with the cotton of his white underwear on display.