Shattered in slavery WARNING! This story contains extreme torture, bondage and immense psychological suffering. This story could leave you mentally scarred. If you do not want to take that risk, don't read any further. Me and my girlfriend Michelle went towards a party where a lot of famous people would be in attendance. Before the party Michelle told me that it took place in one of Justin Bieber's mansions and he would be there as well. I knew Michelle was a big fan of his music but I disliked him a lot. A spoiled brat with billions to play with and treating the world like his personal playgarden. At the party I ran into some old friends and chatted a bit. Looking for Michelle I saw her at the bar talking with a young guy. She seemed quite excited and as she talked she behaved in that way that reminded me of the first time we started dating. It almost looked like she was flirting. Then I noticed the guy was Justin Bieber. Walking towards them I put my arm around her shoulder and kissed her. "Hi babe, who is your friend?" "Sweety, do you not recognize him. This is ... Justin Bieber." She smiled excited like a schoolgirl. "Clearly you are not a belieber like Michel here, otherwise you would have recognized me." Justin said with an arrogant voice while he smiled with his snow white teeth. Instantly I disliked him. "Honey, I would like you to meet some old friends of mine." I said to Michelle in an attempt to get her away from this spoiled prick. "Sure, so awesome to meet you Justin. " Michelle smiled politely at Justin but he stepped in front of us. "What is the rush pall? Me and Michel were talking here. " He said with his arrogant smile. Trying to stay calm I told him Michelle was my girlfriend and I just wanted her to meet some friends of mine. "Can not believe she got someone like you as her boyfriend. Go ahead pall, but me and Michel here will first finish our conversation." "Someone like me? I said surprised. " "Yeah someone like you. Thinking you can just interrupt conversations like that. You need to learn to respect people." Michelle looked intrigued as she saw her boyfriend and a superstar argue over her. At this point I had a hard time keeping my cool as this brat kept annoying me. "Do not worry I am not going to get her pregnant." Justin said with a false smile to me before patting her on the ass. Michelle looked surprised and I was furious. "Keep your hands of her you spoiled brat." I said as I shoved him away. "Or what? You can not do anything against me." Justin said with his taunting laugh. Angry I looked at him. "If it was not for all your money and bodyguards you would have been put in your place long time ago." I said trying to stay calm. "Put in my place, I am giving you that change now. There is a gym in the basement. We can go there and settle this like real men." I could not believe my ears. Clearly this guy was delusional for wanting to fight me. I trained martial arts my entire life and I was almost a head taller than him. "No thanks." I said as I looked at Michelle who had a confused look on her face. "Who is spoiled now? " Justin smiled perfectly pressing my buttons. You are going to regret you made that offer. I said angry at him. With a smile Justin turned towards the crowd. "Attention people me and this impolite guy will have a little challenge match. Feel free to watch and place bets. I assure you this will be quite entertaining." All the people in attendance turned towards us and I realized there was no way back anymore. Justin looked at me with his arrogant look. "Want to give up already?" "No, do you?" Justin simply smiled at me and then winked at Michelle. Everyone went towards the gym in the basement and to my surprise I saw a padded floor in the center like used for wrestling matches. The crowd gathered around and Justin stepped in the center of the floor and began to strip down. The crowd watched as he stripped down to his Calvin Klein underwear and revealed his muscular body covered with tattoos. I saw girls watch at him as if they were about to faint on the spot. Michelle had her mouth open wide as she seemed to clearly enjoy his striptease. "Your turn, or are you shy?" Justin laughed. The crowd looked towards me and I stripped to my underwear as well. I did not have any tattoos but I was in great shape as well. A few woman whistled as they enjoyed seeing two good looking guys in just their underwear. Justin simply smiled as he made some jokes towards the crowd. Michelle looked tense as the fight was about to start. "What rules?" I said knowing this was about to get serious. "Rules, I do not need any rules." Justin laughed as he dropped in a boxing stance. I moved into my fighting stance as well and we slowly started to circle each other looking for an opening. At this point I doubted if Justin had any real training in martial arts. If I would just hurt him a bit he would most likely back off and this would be over. As I took a step towards him I suddenly took a jab straight against my cheek. The punch was so fast and well timed I did not even saw it coming. My head snapped back and I stepped backwards as I blinked my eyes. Justin smiled and stepped forward. He flung another lightning fast jab at my face. In a quick motion I managed to parry it with my left hand. However he doubled up on the jab and punched me in my belly. "Oohhh." I gasped as his knuckles stung into my abs. Justin laughed while he danced around. Angry I came at him and we exchanged punches. However to my suprise he was able to slip and dodge nearly all of my strikes. The punches that did hit mostly glanced of his shoulders and forearms. Meanwhile he was able to make nearly all his punches connect to my ribs and abs. The punches were not that hard but the cumulative effect began to wear me down. I began to pant as my abs were bruised by his lightning swift jabs. I knew that he was targeting my body in an attempt to make me drop my guard so he could go for a knock out punch to my face. Justin made a show of mocking me while dancing around me. Clearly those few millions he paid Mayweather to teach him where well spend. As I dodged a jab at my face I clenched my teeth and tried to focus. Slowly I began to uncover a rhytm in his movements. He favored those swift, snapping jabs towards my abs combined with punches to my face to keep me guessing. As he came at me again I timed his jab and threw a looping hook towards the place his head was moving to. A hard thudding connection and my knuckles hit Bieber straight on his temple. The impact stunned him and he staggered backwards. A shocked expression was on his face. I doubted that during all his boxing training he ever had been punched before. He seemed in complete disbelief that someone actually punched him. Realizing I had the advantage I moved forward and snapped a jab towards his baby face. He instantly parried my punch. However I had expected this. In a fluid movement I followed up my jab with a leg kick. Connecting my shin to his outer thigh. The impact buckled his leg and he again staggered. In an instant I realized he never had trained with kicks before. I cursed myself for having only tried to trade punches with him. Me being the experienced martial artist I feinted some punches and then slammed another leg kick to his thigh, using his boxing stance against him. The people in the crowd who had first been cheering for him had now gone silent as they noticed their idol was in trouble. Justin seemed surprised and even looked frightened as it was now me landing the strikes while he had trouble landing his punches on me. However I then noticed he looked angry at me. "All right, I just wanted to kick your ass in front of your girlfriend. Now I am going to make you wish you were never born." He spoke with a surprisingly threatening voice. I stayed focused and avoided one of his swift snapping punches aimed at my gut. However instead of moving back or throwing another punch like he did before Justin now dived forward and tried to take me down with a double leg takedown. The move completely caught me off guard and I landed hard on my ass. However my wrestling experience kicked in and I immediately pushed my hands on the floor and got back to my feet. Justin stayed with me however and he ended up getting double underhooks on me. His tattooed, buff body pressed against mine as he tried to rock me off balance. "Take him down Justiiiiiiin!!" Some excited teenaged girls shouted as I struggled hard to stay on my feet. I was surprised by his strength but with a lot of effort I was able to avoid getting taken down. "Not so tough up close huh? After I beat you I am going to have victory sex with your girlfriend. " Justin said mockingly after which he immediately tried to trip me to my back. I landed hard on my back with Justin straddling my waist. However I was somehow able to use the momentum and roll him over. Justin was now on his back with me on top. However he instantly wrapped his legs around my waist and broke my posture. Grabbing his own shin he pulled me tightly against him in a position I recognized as the rubber guard. Desperately I tried to posture up but he was able to keep me tight. My attempt to get up only resulted in him overhooking my arm. "Welcome in my world. The ground is the ocean and I can swim way better than you." It felt like I slowly and surely was getting overwhelmed. Methodically Justin was able get his leg over my shoulder and began to apply a triangle choke. "Time for you to take a nap." Justin grinned while all the beliebers in the crowd were cheering him on. My face was turning red but I was able to break free only for him to change his angle and go for an omoplata. My arm was getting wrenched behind my back as he kept my arm trapped with his legs. I felt pressure on my shoulder as Justin had me on my knees and was trying to force me in a prone position. "Have it your way before choking you out I first am going to dislocate your shoulder." Justin said with a sadistic laugh. Feeling the strain increase on my shoulder I grunted in pain but was able to roll forward and escape the lock. However Justin followed my movement and ended laying sideways over me. I was breathing heavy at this point and Justin was still fresh. Michelle looked at us and I could see she was shocked but also looked with admiration in her eyes at Justin. Justin whispered in my ear while he held me down. "Last change, surrender now and I will dump Michel over a week and then you can have her again." "You rich bastard." Furiously I tried to wiggle free from underneath him. However he clearly was highly skilled at using his bodyweight to keep me pinned and I was barely able to move him. The next thing I knew Justin had put his leg over my waist and was now straddling my chest. Justin began to slap me hard across my face while easily avoiding my escape attempts. The crowd began to laugh now as the fight had slowly turned into a one sided beating with me on the receiving end. After a minute of getting slapped while I desperately tried to defend I was exhausted. My chest was heaving with each breath and I tried to turn to my belly in an attempt to escape. However as I did so Justin quickly caught my right arm and twisted it behind my back in a hammerlock. Soon my other arm was bended behind my back as well and I was completely helpless. A red-haired girl at the sidelines wearing a small bikini looked amused at the spectacle. In a swift motion she removed her top and threw it at Justin. "Tie him up Justin. " In Horror I was laying there helpless. On my front with Justin Bieber on my back keeping my arms twisted behind my back. Michelle did not even looked at me anymore as she looked at Justin with a look of admiration. The crowd laughed and joked and I saw people making pictures of the situation. "I give up. Please stop this." I said as I could not take it anymore. Justin simply laughed and pulled my arms upwards. Laying them over his legs in a camel clutch position. He then grabbed my chin and began to pull my head backwards, applying pressure on my neck and spine. "No rules right? You punched me and I am going to break either your back or your shoulders for that." He whispered in my ear while keeping my head bended backwards. "No please, I do everything." I begged knowing that he was rich and crazy enough to actually maim me in front of all these people. "Alright, I will cut you a deal. Say towards these people that I am your superior and that you are a belieber. I will leave your back and shoulders intact if you do." Justin pulled my head up further. Making sure the people could see my face. Teasingly his hand wandered over my chest as he pinched my nipples. "Shame, you are not a girl. Otherwise I would have done something else with you." Close to crying I told the crowd how sorry I was and that I was now a true belieber. Justin laughed as he made some flirtatious remarks towards Michelle. "That was good." Justin whispered in my ear after I was done. "Now it is time for some rest." he laughed. Methodically he wrapped his arm around my neck and applied a sleeperhold. I wanted to scream, beg but the pressure increased quickly and in a few seconds my world turned black. As I woke up I realized I was laying in on a massive king sized bed in what seemed like a luxurious bedroom. The door opened and Justin Bieber walked in with a huge smile on his face. I tried to move but realized my arms were tied behind my back. Panicked I tried to get up but he grabbed my shoulders and pressed me back on the bed. "What do you want? I did everything you said." "And I will not destroy your neck or shoulders for that. That does not mean we are done." Justin chuckled after which he gave me a painful nipple twist. In a swift motion he pulled my underwear off and threw it away. "I am going to give Michelle what you could not give her. And I would like you to watch. Perhaps you can even learn something from it." Justin laughed and dragged me off the bed. Holding my arm he escorted me to the huge mirror hanging on the wall. As he pressed a button the mirror opened like a door and I realized there some kind of chamber behind it. The chamber was filled with all kind of SM toys and things that looked like torture devices. "This mirror is a look through but only from this side. Usually I put a camera here so I can record all the famous woman I have in my bed. However this time you can watch me in action." "After I saw fifty shades of Grey I wanted to know what it was like to torture and completely own someone. I tried this one a few women already. But you will be the first guy I get to use as my toy." Angry I tried to break free but Justin grabbed my balls and gave me a painful squeeze. "Not hurting your back and shoulders does not include your balls. Stop resisting or I will make you scream like a girl." Helpless I decided to stop resisting. Pleased Justin slapped my ass. "I am going to keep you as my personal slave for a while. From now on you can call me Master Bieber." A few minutes later my hands were chained to the ceiling and my legs were trapped in a leg spread bar. Clothes pins were placed on my nipples and a machine was flogging my ass with a paddle. My screams of pain were smothered by the ball gag buckled in my mouth. Justin had locked the mirror and no one in the bedroom could know I was there. As I winced in pain by the flogging I saw Justin bringing Michelle in the bedroom. Michelle was hesitant but was quickly melting for his charms. As they kissed she suddenly stopped and asked where I was. Justin smiled sweetly and told her I had gone home to recover from my defeat. Michelle nodded and the two continued their kissing. Justin removed her dress and pretty soon the two of them were laying entwined on the bed. With my ass getting spanked I moaned in agony and frustration in my gag. I had been defeated and humiliated by Justin Bieber. Now I was getting tortured while he was having sex with my girlfriend in front of my eyes. I slowly began to regret I was ever born. The End.