Chapter 3: The Arrival Of The Herald
Lou Pearlman sat in his office at TransCon, deep in thought
and stewing in anger over the actions of the guys from NSYNC.
How had things gotten so far out of his control? How could
he get things…his control over the guys, and more importantly
Lance and Justin back?
Lou smiled as he remembered his first time with Justin, just
after they had signed on with his company. Justin had been
all sweaty from dance practice when Lou approached him and
lead him into his office. Justin was so young, so tender.
Lou had undressed him, quelling his protests with an idle
threat.
"Justin… you do want to get ahead in this business?",
Lou had said, "well then, sometimes you just have to
make sacrifices or you won't go anywhere."
Justin relented, letting Lou push him back onto the desk
as the much larger man touched and suckled him. Lou watched
tears fall from Justin's eyes and the gasp of breath Justin
took as Lou's hard member despoiled Justin's virgin asshole.
Lou shook his head and smiled at the thought of his being
the one to take away Justin's innocence. Lou pushed him out
of his office when he was finished, after extracting a promise
of his silence. Lou doubted that he would have the balls to
tell anyone, but it was always better to be safe than sorry.
A noise, a low, steady metallic clanging, brought Lou out
of his fantasies and back into reality. Lou looked up and
around and saw nothing. Lou got out of his chair and opened
the door to his office and as suddenly as it started, the
noise ceased. Lou shook his head and closed his office door,
walking back around and sitting behind his desk once more.
Lou leaned back in his chair and smiled again, recalling
his first time with Lance. Lance had come to sign some paperwork
at lunch time and Lou grasped the opportunity. Lou made small
talk with Lance and then gave the young singer a light back
massage before nuzzling his neck. Lance was terrified of Lou,
and rightly so, as Lou silenced his protests with a threat
to tell Lance's parents that he was gay. Lou had guessed the
fact but was satisfied when the blond hung his head in defeat
and shame. Then Lou undressed Lance and bound his wrists and
feet together, securing him to a high hook on the wall of
his office.
Lou then took a riding crop out and began to lightly run
the leather end around Lance's thighs and buttocks. He smiled
as Lance shuddered from the touch of the riding crop. Lou
decided to test the young man's threshold of pain, giving
him a succession of quick, hard strokes to his ass and upper
thighs. Lance yelped and began to sob quietly as each stroke
lashed his backside. After 20 strokes, Lance's entire upper
leg and buttocks were bright red and burning hot. Lou then
took Lance off the wall hook and bent him over his desk, securing
his tied hands to the leg of the desk.
Lou smiled as he put a ball gag into the young blonds mouth
and then took out a medium sized anal plug, lubricating its
tip. Lance screamed through the gag as Lou forced the plug
into his ass. Tears fell off his face and onto the desk as
Lou then took his time, trying out a variety of toys on the
young man, before pulling his own pants down and forcing himself
inside the youth's tight ass. As he deflowered Lance, he grabbed
the riding crop again and wailed down on the youth's tender
ass and back, yelling "Giddy Up" and laughing. Lou
cleaned and dressed himself afterwards and waited for Lance
to stop weeping. Lou untied the young boy's hands and forced
him to meet his gaze.
"You are NEVER to tell anyone about this…if you
do, I will send the pictures I took of you today home to your
parents with a letter telling them that you are nothing but
a worthless faggot! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!", Lou yelled
at Lance. Through his tears, Lance nodded and then quickly
dressed and hurried out of Lou's office.
"LOU!!!", yelled a voice.
Lou started up from his chair as he heard his voice called
out. He looked around and saw no one. Lou again went to the
door, opening it and peering out to see if anyone was in the
hallway. No one was there…but the metallic sound had
returned and was getting increasingly louder. Lou looked around
as the noise got closer and closer, seemingly right on top
of him, then it stopped.
Lou peered around once more into the hallway and shook his
head, resolved that he must be hearing things. Lou closed
the door and turned around, coming face to face with the ghostly
apparition of an old man. Lou yelped and jumped backwards
against the now closed door of his office.
"LOU!", the apparition yelled again, his eyes glowing
a dim red and his face filled with a mixture of rage and disgust.
"Wh..Who are you?", Lou stammered.
"In life I was Ebeneezer Scrooge, a covetous old sinner,
a stingy old bastard!", Scrooge said harshly. "But
compared to you, I was a saint, Lou Pearlman."
Lou looked at Scrooge and shook his head, rubbing his eyes
with his hands then massaging his temples.
"You do not believe what you see?", Scrooge said.
"I do not believe in ghosts.", Lou said as he walked
over and picked up the half empty bottle of tequila off his
desk and held it up to Scrooge. "There is more "spirits"
than there is "spiritual" to you, Mr. Scrooge. I
knew should have bought the Cuervo Gold rather than this "home
brew" blue agave tequila."
Scrooge shook his head and motioned his hand and the bottle
exploded, shattering fragments of glass and liquor over the
floor.
Lou gasped and fell back into his chair, clutching the arm
rests less he faint.
"Why do you come to me then, Scrooge.", Lou stammered,
his face pale and his voice shaky.
"I have come to bestow upon you a gift", Ebeneezer
replied, "A chance to change your life as I was given
mine. You see my chains…these are the chains I forged
in life. Before my partner Jacob Marley visited me, my chain
was leagues longer and oh so much heavier. Had I not changed
my life that Christmas night, I would have been unable to
move because of the chain I had forged. You, however, have
already forged a chain the likes of which have never been
seen. Your actions and deeds have made a chain of such length
and grade that it would cover the distance between your state
of Florida and the tip of the state of South Carolina.
"Is that starting in Miami, Orlando, or Tallahassee?",
Lou joked, then fell silent as Scrooge stared with his cold
dead eyes at him.
"I come to prepare you for a visitation. Heed my words
well Lou, for this is your last chance for change. I hope
for your sake you heed this visitation less you end up bound
to spend your afterlife in the hell of your own devising."
Lou swallowed hard at the thought of the hell that awaited
him, a hell devised from the toments he had given to others
throughout his life.
"Expect the visitation tonight, at midnight.",
Scrooge said as he turned and disappeared.
Lou inhaled sharply, coming very near to messing his pants,
then his eyes rolled back in his head as he passed out completely.
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