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 Justin Bieber woke up in his trailer in his costume of red briefs, slick
and sticky with sweat and cum.  The 18-year old singer/actor had
reluctantly agreed to be the lead in Disney's Jungle Book, agreeing to
perform a tasteful scene including hypnosis and inter-species erotica.  It
had taken a lot of prodding from his agent and a secret cabal of perverts,
but he had finally shot Mowgli's hypno seduction scene.  Justin laid
sprawled out on his bed in his trailer straining to remember what exactly
had happened in set.  He groaned as he remembered a few flashes of colors,
and a smothering sensation enveloping his lust-filled body.  Justin's cock
grew hard and throbbing.  Strange feelings of arousal filled his loincloth
covered crotch, and like an animal in heat, he began to writhe and clutch
his bed sheets.

   "Ugh...master....." Justin said breathlessly.

   The mancub's precum-leaking dick poked against his constricting briefs,
making him rip them off violently to pump his horny rigid boy dick raw. 
Roughly he gripped it, rubbing it up and down, squeezing it stretching it,
getting every little tingle of ecstasy out of his angry leaking member. 
Justin moaned and cried in pleasure, fucking his full grown dick for all it
was worth.  The building pleasure inside Bieber was almost too much to
bear, and he was so mindlessly horny it was near painful.  He gasped for
breath, his body growing tense, his bed bouncing up and down from the
activity.

   "Ahhhhhhh!  K-k-"

   In one earth shattering scream, Bieber called out to his one and only
lord and master.  The wild cold-blooded beast that had taken his body and
enraptured his mind.

   "K-k-kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

   Justin's cock burst with spunk, shooting thick ropes almost to the
ceiling of the trailer, drops of hearty teenage cum falling back down on
Justin's trembling stomach.  Justin slumped down on the bed, eyes shut
tight.  His whole body felt drained.  There he laid, lost in a dreamy
post-orgasmic haze.  This was a ritual he'd done countless times,
fantasizing about pricking some willing jailbait groupie backstage after a
concert.  But unlike the legendary sexual hedonism of the Jonas Brothers,
he promised his mother to remain pure and a virgin before marriage.  This
made his life as a horny frustrated teen pure hell, and his busy hands were
the only relief that was available.  That is, until Sir Hiss took him into
his coils and deflowered the Biebs on all fronts.  There was no hole Hiss's
tail hadn't probed and teased, no nook or cranny on Justin unstimulated by
his scaly touch.  Justin couldn't remember a thing on set, but had a damn
good idea that he's been rightly mindfucked by that Brad's personal
assistant python Hiss.

   Justin smirked.  The snake was always big and imposing, but a total
weak-willed pushover to the cast and crew.  The teen star had never felt
remotely threatened by Hiss at all.  The director's spineless underling had
always been so timid in the past.  Kind of starstruck really.  The fact
alone that he had enough nerve to replace a major A-Lister in a major
motion picture just to fool around was admirable.  And to be sure, Justin
Bieber was definitely in the mood to fool around some more.  Usually he got
wet and messy for a Hollywood Starlet, but now he had nothing but hypno
snakes on the brain.  He shivered just imaging being wrapped tight in a
bundle of Hiss's coils.  Slowly he sat up on the bed, cleaned himself off
with his cum-soaked sheets, and picked up his cell phone.

   He thought hard in concentration to remember the hypno snake's cell
number.  It took a few moments for his mind to clear up, still reeling from
the mind-numbing sexcapades previously.  He dialed Hiss's number and waited
anxiously as it ringed.  Finally he got an answer.

   "Mr.  Bieber, how can I be of assissstance?," Hiss asked formally.

   Justin licked his lips, and tried to keep his composure.

   "Yeah, ummm, Hiss?" Justin grunted.  "Could you go to a supermarket and
pick up a tub of Crisco, duct tape, rubber pacifier, bottle of vodka, some
muscle mags, a pack of Virginia Slims, a bunch of unripened bananas, and a
pair of extra-absorbent adult undergarments?"
   "Why sire," Hiss chucked over the line, "I thought you'd never ask."