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Thou
Shalt Not
Chapter Listing
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Chapter
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Chapter
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Chapter
6
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Chapter
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Chapter
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Chapter
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Chapter
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Chapter
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Chapter
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Chapter
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Chapter
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N.A.U. Target
Analysis
Target Name:
Brian Littrell
Target Description
Age: 25
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 145 lbs
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Pertinent Target
Information
-Widely recognized, highly publicized individual
-Protected by bodyguards
-Residences in both Orlando, Florida and Lexington, Kentucky
-Travels extensively
-Known to be intelligent and resourceful in times of crisis
-Prior cardiac problems and cardio-corrective surgery
Crimes Against
NAU
-False religion profiteer
-Target has
repeatedly used his "God" as a means to make money
-Target has used his cardiac surgery and supposed faith in
"God" to induce pity from fans and prospective fans
to profit himself and his career.
N.A.U. Sentence
For Criminal Activities
-Death
Suggested Means
To Carry Out Penalty
-Nitrogen Narcosis
-"Accidental" overdose of Cardiac medications
-Fright-induced fatal cardiac arrest
The printout continued on for several pages as the Watcher
leafed through the folder of his latest targets. He looked
at the enclosed pictures as well as the other pertinent information
that had been gathered for him and smiled slightly at the
idea of any N.A.U. Watcher not knowing this man by sight anywhere
in the world, let alone here in their home state of Orlando,
Florida.
The Backstreet Boys were famous globally and Brian Littrell's
face, as well as those of his four other bandmates were plastered
everywhere thinkable. The Watcher then shook his head and
then began to pour through the file, reading every word about
his latest target and immediately committing it all to memory.
Brian Littrell, religious profiteer and sworn enemy of the
vast membership of the NAU, would do well to pray to his God,
because his days were definitely numbered.
Brian
smiled as he pushed past Nick, using an easy fake to the basket
to draw Nick out of position, then he drove forward past Nick
and made the lay up. Nick groaned as he watched the ball hit
nothing but net on its way down. Nick, despite his huge size
advantage, was having no luck defensively against his shorter
but much quicker friend.Nick grabbed the ball and headed to
the top of the key, eager to finish this last game and then
hit the shower. A few minutes later, Brian pulled up and drained
the winning shot, thus sending both boys to the shower room.
As
Brian stepped into the deserted shower room, he smiled as
he looked at Nick's naked body under the spray. Nick had spent
the whole winter getting into better shape and it had really
paid off. Nick had lost a lot of his baby fat and gained a
good bit of muscle from his training. Being naturally smaller
and skinny, Brian never had to worry about looking chubby,
but was really impressed at the way Nick had taken control
of his body and molded it to his ideal.
Brian
walked forward and put his arms around Nick, rubbing his back
and letting his cock push its way into Nick's asscheeks. Nick
leaned back into Brian's embrace and sighed. Nick and Brian
had been intimate since Nick had come out to Brian as being
bisexual just a year after the two young men had met. Brian
and Nick had subsequently explored the gamut of their sexual
urges and feelings with each other before deciding to "just
be close friends".
Brian
leaned into Nick's ear and whispered his thoughts on Nick's
dieting and working out to him, complementing him on his new
hot body and success. Nick grinned widely and placed a wet
kiss on Brian's mouth, letting his tongue play with Brian's
tongue as his hands reached back and grabbed a hold of Brian's
asscheeks and pulled them in closer, causing Brian's now hardening
dick to stab deeper into Nick's ass, the head slowly penetrating
Nick's sphincter. Nick moaned as Brian grabbed Nick's hands
off his ass and pushed them forward against the shower wall.
Nick felt Brian's hand closing around the back of his neck,
pushing it and forward and down, causing Nick's torso to bend
forward as Brian then spread Nick's legs, being careful not
to dislodge his prick from Nick's ass.
Nick
moaned as he spread his legs and slid down to Brian's height
and then felt Brian's dick quickly begin to push further forward,
filling him up entirely. Brian smiled at Nick's moan and then
thrust his hips forward, slamming the entire length of his
dick up his friend's ass, his balls coming to rest against
Nick's ass. Nick yelped at Brian's sudden thrust into his
ass, a thrust that slammed Brian's cock up against Nick's
sensitive prostate, causing the young blond to see stars and
his already hard dick to begin to drool pre-cum. Brian began
to saw in and out of Nick's ass, his constant steady thrusts
eliciting moans and grunts out of Nick, who in turn would
use his ass muscles to massage Brian's cock. Brian moaned
as he felt Nick's ass tighten down on his dick, milking it
for his cum.
Brian
began to pick up the pace and the force of his thrusts, grabbing
Nick's hair and pulling his head back and turning it so to
place a passionate kiss on Nick's lips Nick moaned as he felt
Brian begin to slam into him, knowing his release was soon
to cum. Nick gasped as he felt Brian roughly grab his hair
and pull his head back for a kiss. This was the first time
that Brian had been so rough and physical in his lovemaking
and it was quite a turn on. Nick responded in kind by leaning
forward and gripping Brian's balls from between his legs.
Nick grabbed hold of Brian's sac and held onto his nuts, rolling
them in his hand and lightly squeezing each one. This was
too much for Brian as he pulled out of Nick's ass and spun
Nick around to face him, pushing him down his knees. Nick
looked at Brian in shock as Brian forced him down on his knees
and then began to jerk off on his face.
Almost
immediately, Nick heard Brian's breath catch as his orgasm
overtook him. Nick leaned forward and inhaled Brian's cock,
grabbing his wrists and forcing them behind his back. Brian
moaned as he felt himself shoot off into Nick's mouth. Nick
greedily gulped down all of Brian's cum and then kept going,
wanting to see how long Brian could hold out as he sucked
his now hypersensitive cockhead. Brian gasped as Nick continued
to suckle and tongue his now oversensitive cock. Brian tried
to pull out, but found his wrists firmly held in place by
Nick's strong hands. Brian groaned as he felt his body wracked
with overwhelming sensations and his legs begin to give way.
Nick felt Brian's body begin to give out and he pushed Brian
back against the shower wall, never letting Brian's dick out
of his mouth as he continued to suck. Brian's moans got louder
and louder as he fought against Nick's hands, which held him
fast. Brian's last thought before he lost consciousness was
how strong Nick had gotten and how he loved it when they got
together.
Brian
opened his eyes a few moments later as he felt Nick's tongue
rubbing against his asshole. Brian moaned and wiggled slightly,
pushing backwards against Nick's face, forcing the tongue
deeper inside of him. Brian was laying on his back on the
bench beside his locker at the empty gym. Nick smiled as he
felt Brian respond to his expert rimming. Nick pulled up and
placed his arms under Brian's legs, lifting them to his chest
as he placed himself into position to mount his friend.
"Are
you OK? You had me a little worried there when you passed
out in the shower."
"I
am fine now…that was a little too much for me to handle just
then and I guess I just shut down. I want you in me now, though,
I want it rough too…I want you to slam it inside me and just
fuck me senseless."
Nick's
eyes widened and he immediately acceded to his friend's wishes,
thrusting his unlubricated dick the whole way into Brian's
ass. Brian
gasped at the violent dry entry and kissed Nick savagely,
biting his lips and then moving onto his neck. Nick began
to slam into Brian, taking full strokes and then pulling out
the whole way before slamming in home again. Brian's gasps
began to turn into long low moans as Nick began to slam-fuck
Brian's ass with a breathless abandon. Nick groaned at the
tightness of his friend's hole, as he felt the walls of Brian's
ass squeeze and massage his prick as he plunged in and out.
Nick
held off as long as he could then slammed in as far as he
could go and stayed there as his dick shot its load. Brian
felt Nick cum in his ass and began to cum again as well, shooting
his sticky load in between their chests and tummies. Brian
leaned forward and kissed Nick roughly on the lips, capturing
his tongue between his teeth and keeping Nick prisoner as
they came down from their sex rush.
"Nick…",
Brian moaned as he let go of the kiss, "That was so awesome.
Why did we ever stop being a couple."
Nick
pulled away from Brian, getting off him and using his underwear
to wipe up the mess of semen on his chest and stomach, "We
broke up because we both needed to have girlfriends, to be
seen as two straight guys and not one gay couple. We broke
up because we didn't care enough about each other to try and
make it work…we broke up because we were cowards."
Brian
looked up in awe and shock at Nick as he unexpectedly released
his burden of sadness and regret into the open, and right
into Brian's arms. "I'm sorry Nick...I…"
Nick
shook his head and pulled on his underwear and t-shirt, "Forget
about it…what's past is past."
Brian
looked down at his body and began to cry, to weep for what
could have been between himself and Nick…squashed because
of a lot of reasons that weren't really reasons at all…just
sad excuses.
"Bri…",
Nick said, now regretting having said what he had said, "I….didn't
mean that…I just…I…just…I love you Brian. I love you so much."
Brian
looked up at Nick with tears in his eyes, "I always loved
you. I never should have let anyone talk me into denying that
one fact…I love you."
Nick
grabbed Brian's face and kissed his passionately on the lips,
his anger and frustration gone now, replaced with a renewed
love for his friend, his lover. Whatever may come of them
from this, they knew now that their love had grown and would
continue to grow stronger with time.
Mike Ellison's cheeks were covered with tears and his nose
was a runny mess as he looked at his latest piece of fan fiction
writing on the monitor in front of him. He was always amazed
that his own writing would effect and overwhelm him. and that
simple fact always left him unprepared during the sad and
emotional parts of the stories that he wrote. Mike had been
reading and writing fan fiction stories about the Backstreet
Boys as well as a few of the other boy bands for quite some
time now and had been letting this new story build up in his
head. Mike was now in the process of putting it down on paper,
or in this case html, before releasing it to his public.
The story was the classic dilemma, famous boy loves famous
boy. Both have to hide it for appearances' sake and pretend
to be straight. Until they get caught and they have to commit
to each other and come out, or continue to deny what they
have and get caught up in a mess of lies and deceit. Mike
grabbed the box of tissues from the end of his desk and groaned
as he realized that it was empty. Mike got up and walked into
the bathroom, bending down to grab some toilet paper, then
groaning again as he realized that he was also out of it as
well. Shaking his head, Mike looked over and saw the laundry
basket in the corner of the bathroom and shrugged, they were
gonna get washed anyways. Mike picked up an undershirt and
blew his nose, clearing his sinuses, then wiping his eyes
clean. Mike then tossed the t-shirt back into the basket and
headed back to his desk.
Mike finished the last few details of spell checking and
proofreading his new story and then sent it off to the various
publicly read fan fiction archives and storyboards that he
read and wrote at. He then converted the file to html and
uploaded it to his website, creating a link from the main
splash page. Mike then surfed over to his yahoo site and began
to sit down and read some of his email, singling out the spam
that he got on a daily basis from who knows where and deleting
it, then beginning to read the rest. Tonight he had received
two messages from his parents as well as one from his sister.
Those he saved to read til last. Mike clicked on one of the
ones with the unfamiliar address and smiled as he read the
fan letter praising his last Backstreet fic piece. He read
it a few times and smiled, then responded back politely, thanking
them for reading his story and encouraging them to check out
his latest story as well. Mike sent his reply and moved on
to the next email.
As Mike opened the message, he noted the weird email addressee
and then shrugged as he then began reading further down. Mike's
face lost all color as he read the entire message, his right
hand began to shake as he held it suspended over the mouse.
To: lilmike@yahoo.com
From: <none>
Sent: Monday, February 09, 2005 6:05 AM
Subject: Cease and Desist
Hello Mike-
We are writing
you to facilitate a cease and desist of all your writing of
gay fan fiction, positive or negative. We are very cognizant
of the fact that the bible teaches that homosexuality is a
crime against God. It is our right and duty to remove materials
with such content from the internet in the best interests
of the public in general. We have noticed your "work"
is very prominent and popular on the internet and we wish
you to remove it from all locations on the worldwide web immediately,
or we will be forced to do so ourselves.
Currently
the New Age Union is launching a massive cleansing campaign
against upstart artists and deviants like yourself, whose
vulgarity and sickness has now been thrust into the public
arena via the internet and other modes of communication.
You are
not a lone figure of this campaign, we have set our sites
on others as well, one in particular may be of interest to
you. We are instigating a massive strike against Brian Littrell
of the Backstreet Boys, who has been deemed a religious profiteer.
The N.A.U.
is sworn to smite the righteous and Brian Littrell, who has
used "faith" and "God" as a means to turn
a profit, will face a quick and terrible judgement.
Before entertaining
any thoughts that your screen name on yahoo is providing you
with anonymity from our organization, let met assure you that
is just wishful thinking (Micheal Ellison). We know where
you reside (312 Ocala Way, Orlando, Fl) and where you work
(TSI Arts). We are a fair organization and we are willing
to let you live your life happily, providing you do exactly
as we say now.
You will
cease and desist your website and pull down all other electronic
copies of your stories or we will be forced to remove them
ourselves in addition to taking drastic steps to assure that
you will write no further stories.
This is
not a joke. If you go to the police with this e-mail, you
will be signing your own death warrant. We have people working
in the police departments in every city in the United States
and Canada. We would know immediately and begin to set your
termination in motion, and you would be dead before you reached
your home.
Do as we
ask and you will be left unharmed.
Do otherwise and die.
-LJ
N.A.U.
Mike read the message over and over again, each time blanching
further. Hours later, after printing out two copies of the
message, he pulled down his website, putting up an "under
construction" site and then logged off the internet and powered
down his computer. Mike folded up the letter and stuck it
in his wallet and then made his way to bed, spending the night
jumping at the slightest sound and fighting the fear that
he was indeed being targeted for extermination.
Brian Littrell walked into the Jive offices at 8:50 am, a
full ten minutes early for the emergency "hush-hush" meeting
that had been called by some exec's at Jive. Brian sat down
in the meeting room where the secretary had suggested he wait
and smoothed out the wrinkles on the thighs of his pants.
Brian wondered why he was called in by himself, thinking it
strange that none of the other guys were with him.
Brian drummed his fingers nervously against the wooden tabletop
and moments later the doors opened up and Brian looked up
as two men dressed in suits sat down across from him, directing
a third man, dressed in a short sleeve shirt and tie to sit
beside him.
Brian smiled as the quiet man as he sat down nervously beside
him.
"Brian. I am Steve Caldwell, I am the Director of Security
and Artist Safety for Jive Records. This is my brother, James
Caldwell, he is the Assistant Director for Artist Safety.
We handle all the safety issues for all the artists here at
Jive."
"Pleased to meet you Steve…James. Thanks for doing such a
good job so far too!", Brian said smiling.
Steve nodded and then frowned, "One of the reasons we asked
you here today was to meet the man beside you. This is Micheal
Ellison, he is a graphic artist here in Orlando."
Brian turned to Mike and held out his hand, flinching slightly
as it was gripped in a cold, nervous handshake, "Good to meet
you Mike."
"Brian", Steve continued, "Mike is also a prominent fan fiction
author. He writes gay fan fiction about you and the guys."
Brian's eyes narrowed as he turned back to face Mike again,
"OK….so what? If he wanted to meet me he could have been like
all the rest of our fans and tried to get meet and greet passes."
Mike cringed at the seething anger and hostility that had
seeped into Brian's voice, and was about to apologize and
walk out when Steve stood up and spoke again.
"Actually, Mike came to me directly with some information
that has caused me considerable discomfort. A few days ago,
Mike received a death threat via email from a known terrorist
organization. It demanded that he remove his fan fiction from
the web…it also contained some references to similar threats
that we have received about you."
Brian's eyes widened as he realized the gravity of the situation.
"Waitaminute...did you say that I was receiving death threats?"
"Yes. Normally we get a few every month or so that turn out
to be hoaxes perpetrated by kids, idiots, or yokels. These
ones, the ones that you and Mike have received are genuine
and we have people investigating them. However, until we can
ascertain and negate the threat we are unsure as to what to
do with the two of you."
Brian looked over at Mike who sat shaking, his face white
as alabaster, with tears falling from his face, and grabbed
hold of his hand.
"It'll be OK, man!", Brian said in an attempt to calm down
the young man. Brian might as well have been trying to teach
his dog to speak Swahili for all the good it did. "It WILL
be OK, won't it?", Brian asked Steve nervously, "WON'T IT?!?!"
"It's hard to say, Brian.", Steve replied quietly, "Jive
has to look into this very carefully and very inconspicuously.
We can't just go to the police, for as the notes say, this
organization seems to have roots in the police and would find
out and then we'd be forcing their hand…and they'd be coming
after you two with all they've got."
"What about the Federal Government?", Brian said nervously,
slamming the palm of his hand down on the table, "It's their
job to take care of crazy shit like this."
Steve shrugged his shoulders and then replied, "Two words
Brian….Waco, Texas."
Brian's eyes widened then and he stood there, shaking with
fury. "So what am I gonna do? And what about him", Brian said
as he pointed to Mike, "He's not even in the public eye like
I am and these nutjobs are gunning to kill him."
Brian watched as Mike's eyes rolled into the back of his
head and he pitched forward, slamming hard against the wooden
tabletop. "Sorry…I didn't mean it to sound like that Mike.",
Brian said as he leaned over to see how Mike was doing.
"Brian.", Steve said quietly, "I'm not gonna bullshit you,
man…this is some seriously scary shit. I've never seen anything
like this before…and I am really worried about you this time…these
people mean business."
"So…what am I gonna do?", Brian asked incredulously.
"I think the best idea is for you and Mike to take some time
off from work. You're done with touring and you won't be needed
til you start working on the new album sometime in July. You
can drop out of sight and stay gone til then, and that should
give us plenty enough time to investigate and put an end to
this or to negotiate a peace with them."
"NEGOTIATE A PEACE?!?!?", Brian screamed, "NO! I don't even
know what the hell I did that they wanna kill me over, but
I'll be damned if I let some crazy terrorists tell me what
I can and cannot do...this is INSANE! If we can't stop them,
then you can arm me up for bear and let them come…I'll take
some out with me."
Steve looked at Brian and shook his head, "You know you're
really cute when you act all tough and bad like that, but
no…all stupid heroics aside, we'll set you two up in a high
security house with a team of security to make sure you stay
alive and then bring you back either when we've nabbed these
guys or when we need to get you together with the other guys
to record the album."
"Jesus Christ!", Brian stated then sat down and put his head
in his hands.
Mike looked up, his eyes red and tear stained eyes and sighed,
had the situation been less grave, he would have been thrilled
at the prospect of spending a few months alone with Brian
Littrell, now the idea seemed a lot less glamorous.
"I am just so scared….What the hell is going on…why me…?"
"Mike…we don't know the answers to that just yet…but I promise
you that we'll figure this out and keep you safe."
Brian looked over at Mike, shocked by the look of despair
on the face of the young man, "Mike…you heard him…we are gonna
get through this….together. Come on man….let's go get our
stuff and go where they'll never find us."
Steve coughed and shook his head, "Umm…..we'll just get you
both some new stuff, we can't risk you going back to your
apartments….as of this moment, you guys are officially going
under cover.
Ok....so that was chapter 1. Click
Here and Tell me what you think so far. This story, believe
it or not, is taken from an actual death threat that was posted
on one of the yahoo clubs I am a member of. I thought it might
make for a good story idea with a little tinkering...but the
premise is basically untouched from the yahoo club message
and the N.A.U. web link that was part of the message. (personally,
I think its a hoax...but...in a world where a carpenter's
son can become the king of the Jews, anything is possible.)
-Billy B
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