Chapter IV: Visions
of the Past
An hour later, Lou awoke, his eyes darting from side to side
as he looked for any sign of anything supernatural. Lou got
up and smiled, casting off the whole memory as a silly dream.
Lou walked around his desk towards the door and heard the
distinct crunching of glass underneath his shoe soles. The
hairs on his neck began to raise as he looked down on the
glass remains of the tequila bottle on the floor. Lou gasped
and hurried out the door and to his car.
As Lou pulled into his house, a rather grand gated mansion-esque
affair, he unlocked the door and ran inside, shutting and
deadbolting it shut. Lou then hurried to his bedroom/private
office, shutting all the doors and locking them, then closing
all the blinds and activating the security system. Secure
in the knowledge that he was secure, Lou sat down on his bedside
and changed into more casual clothes, then walked over to
his desk and began to pour through some more paperwork regarding
the NSYNC suit. Hours later, Lou looked up from his work and
his notes and looked over to the grandfather clock across
the room. It was only a few minutes to midnight. Lou began
sweat nervously, his hands becoming clammy and cold. As Lou
watched the clock, the hand struck the hour and the bells
began to chime. As the twelfth bell chimed Lou sighed, seeing
no sign of anything spiritual.
"What did you expect, a trumpet overture?", came
a voice beside him, and Lou looked over, jumping out of his
chair at the sound. Before him stood a familiar man, one he
had definitely seen before.
"Who…are you? I know you?", Lou stammered.
"Yes. Lou. We have met before…back in August. You
and I had a shouting match over Lance and Justin.", the
spirit replied with a smile.
Lou's eyes grew wide and his face paled, "You…You're
that guy…that friend of theirs that was dying of AIDS."
"Died of AIDS", the spirit corrected Lou. "My
name was Patrick Morrow in life. My friends called me Patrick,
you may address me as 'spirit' as I do not count you as either
a friend or a potential friend.", Patrick said with a
look of distaste towards Lou.
"Why are you here then?", Lou asked suspiciously,
"Why would someone who hates me as much as you do want
to help me change my ways?"
"Because the actions and choices in your pathetic existence
impact the lives of the people I love…my friends. And
I will do anything I can to make sure that their lives turn
out for the best", Patrick said
Lou stared at Patrick for a minute before lowering his gaze,
"Let's get on with this visitation then. What first Spirit?"
Patrick shook his head as he looked at Lou. "Let's take
a look at your past….the past that involves NSYNC and
BSB, shall we?" Lou touched Patrick's shoulder and then
Patrick transported the two of them back to the past.
Lou looked around the room that materialized around them
and immediately realized where they were, inside a dressing
room. This was Nick Carter's dressing room and this must be
the night that Lou had deflowered the 15 year old. As Lou
realized this Nick came into the room, smiling widely and
began peeling off his sweaty shirt as he pulled some fresh
clothes from his bag. A knock was heard on the door and Lou
looked over at the door, immediately realizing something was
different, something was changed.
Lou looked at Patrick who was smiling a cruel smile. "Lou….you
are in Nick's body now. You get to see and feel what he saw
and felt. This is the only way that you will change…to
see and feel firsthand the misery that you cause others."
Lou gasped, remembering what was going to happen, as he began
to walk over to the door and open it. Nick/Lou stared silently
as he opened the door and faced himself.
"Hi Lou", Nick/Lou said, motioning Lou Pearlman
inside. Nick/Lou and Lou Pearlman made small talk as Nick/Lou
began to undress. As Nick/Lou turned around and pulled down
his pants, Lou Pearlman made his move, coming up from behind
Nick/Lou, massaging his tight young ass through his underwear.
Nick/Lou jumped away from Lou Pearlman, falling forward over
the coffee table onto his hands, his pants down around his
ankles tripping him up.
Lou Pearlman smiled as he grabbed the waist of the young
boys boxers, yanking them down as he wetted his finger and
then forced it into Nick/Lou's sweaty hole. Nick/Lou cries
out as he feels Lou's finger invade his anus. As Lou added
another finger to the first, Nick/Lou begins to cry and sob,
unable to move out of his half handstand position, trapped
by his own clumsiness. Lou then quickly replaced his fingers
with his cock, roughly fucking the young boy whose sobs and
protests fell on deaf ears. Nick/Lou began to fall in and
out of consciousness towards the end of the rape, falling
into a heap over the coffee table as Lou pulled out after
he finished. Lou slapped Nick/Lou's ass then turned him around
to face him. "I own you now, Nickolas. Your ass is mine.
If you tell anyone, what you…and your brother will get
will be many times worse than what you got here tonite."
"Don't touch my brother", Nick/Lou cried piteously,
"I'll do whatever you say."
Lou smiled evilly and pulled the young man's head towards
his deflating piece, forcing it inside his mouth and making
Nick/Lou clean it orally. Afterwards, Lou zipped up and left
Nick sitting on the coffee table, tears of shame still fresh
on his face.
Lou then felt his perception change again and realized he
was outside of Nick's body. Lou wept along with Nick, as this
new memory was forever emblazoned into his psyche. Nick then
got up off the table, looking down at the pool of blood on
the table, and realizing that his hole was bleeding. Appalled,
Nick ran to the bathroom and threw up.
"So….how does it feel to be on the receiving end?",
Patrick said coldly, looking down at Lou, who was still in
shock at feeling all the pain and humiliation that he himself
had caused Nick. "You may no longer be inside his body,
but I thought it only fitting that you still feel what he
is feeling. Both your bleeding and his will stop in a few
minutes."
The scene faded to gray and Lou looked over to Patrick.
"So….Is it time to see how Justin and Lance felt
when you did the same to them?", Patrick said, his face
contorted in anger, his eyes glowing red through his tears.
"Spirit…please!", Lou cried, "No more!"
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