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After their mysterious benefactor had the hunks stripped down and well oiled, the ten men decided to explore the facility. It was a rather expansive house. In addition to the countless bedrooms, there was a fully equipped gym, stocked kitchen, billiard room, office, indoor and outdoor pools (each accompanied by a hot tub), sauna, bathrooms (with group showers of course). Zac Effron, Taylor Lautner, Channing Tatum, and Chord Overstreet were roving the vast grounds of the building. The four had, at present wandered into a room that seemed like it could have been ripped clear out of a strip club. There was a main stage boasting a couple stripper poles and a row of seats for spectators. "Well this looks familiar," Channing laughed.
"Care to give us a show?" Zac teased.
"No, my dancing days are done," he replied looking out over the stage. The other three men seemed a little more eager as they climbed up on the stage.
"Come on," Chord pleaded, "teach us some tricks," the blonde beauty grabbed hold of the stripper pole and swung himself around in a less than elegant manner.
"Can't. You're the enemy remember." Channing teased the youngest member of Team TV. "These two though I guess I can give a tip or two to, in case it comes up in the competition."
"Aw," Zac grinned. "Me and Taylor will be sure to thank you for it later."
"Yeah, straight boy like you definitely could learn a thing or two from us... for the purposes of competition of course." Taylor added with a wink.
"All right, I'll teach you how to move." Channing caved as he hopped up and moved center stage. Zac and Taylor took positions at their poles.
"I see where I'm not wanted," Chord pouted. "I'll just have to go find someone else to play with."
Over in the kitchen, the other contestants had converged. Jensen Ackles had perched himself on the kichen counter, with a handful of grapes. As he casually popped them into his mouth, Zachary Levi and Shemar Moore stood before him. Shemar's impeccably sculpted flesh glistened from the combination of body oil and overhead lighting and poor Zach fidgeted about, trying his best to forget about his own nudity. "This is a brand new counter and you gotta go plop your oily bare ass on it," Shemar teased Jensen.
"And here I thought you liked my ass," Jensen shot back with a grin.
"Definitely, more than some asses," Shemar muttered shooting a sideways glance across the room, where Mike the Miz was shooting the shit with Ryan Reynolds and Chris Evans. Everything about Miz really managed to tick Shemar off. There was the way he pranced around with chest puffed out, his obnoxious voice, and his stupid attitude.
"Don't worry about him. He'll get his. Straight boys are in for a rude awakening," Jensen reassured. Zach let out a nervous laugh and both boys grinned.
"Not you, Zach." Shemar smiled at him. "You're the kind of straight boy we like."
"One kind, at least," Jensen added, popping another grape in between his teeth as he shot a come hither glance across the room to Chris.
Chris could feel Jensen's eyes on him, "He has been giving me sex eyes all day." Chris mumbled.
"Have you considered giving them back?" Ryan said with a laugh. Chris shot Ryan a deadpan look and Ryan tossed an arm around his pal. "From everything I've heard Jensen is nothing if not good at being seductive, and I think you've become his little project." Ryan said patting Chris lightly.
Chris smiled a ear to ear. He could tell too. Jensen clearly flirted with anything with a pulse and a penis but he was giving Chris extra attention, it was actually pretty damn flattering. Chris still had an awkward enthusiasm about the whole prospect of homosexuality... or he guessed bisexuality. It was really invigorating to him, to be aroused by other men. "I think he wants me to come to him though," Chris thought aloud. "Wonder if I can outlast him."
"They say he's one of the best lays in town," Ryan nodded. "But that cock is not for beginners," He added eying the thick slab or meat that lay between Jensen's legs. "Luckily, I happen to know one you can practice with." Ryan grinned, leaning over to steal a quick kiss from the other man.
"You're getting pretty good at that," Chris replied with a grin.
"You should see the other things I can do," Ryan retorted. "Or feel them maybe," Ryan wrapped his hands around Chris's waist, pulling him closer as the pair locked lips, Chris's dick jumping with the excitement of feeling another man's slicked body, especially one so taut and so strong.
"Hey guys," Chord's voice came from the doorway. "We found something of interest across from the gym." Chris and Ryan set off to follow, and Shemar and Jensen quickly joined their raiding party. The four men began walking in pairs of two behind Chord, but they soon melded into a group of four, Chris and Jensen finally coming side by side.
"You have been flirting with me since we first laid eyes on each other," Chris said, finally speaking to Jensen. He had the cutest little grin tugging at his face, his tone both accusatory and hopeful.
"Have I?" Jensen said coyly. "I certainly didn't mean to just... noticing."
"Noticing what?" Chris asked confused.
"Oh, lots of things." Jensen replied. His fingers gliding up Chris's chest through the small tuft of air that was dispersed over his pecs, perfectly accentuating his upper torso. "This sexy little patch of chest hair," As Jensen spoke, his fingers tugged at them ever so slightly sending a thousand little picks of pleasure across his chest. Chris didn't know what came over himself. He grabbed Jensen by the ass, and scooped him up. Not missing a beat, Jensen wrapped his leg around the other man's waist, as Chris smashed his lips to Jensen's. It was a brutal kind of kiss, pure unbridled lust as the two men pawed wickedly at each other, their hands slipping and sliding over their shimmering muscular frames, hard members grinding against each other.
"Jesus Christ," Ryan muttered, surprised and very aroused. He, Chord, and Shemar immediately stopped to take in the show. There was so much heavy petting going on it was ridiculous, both men seemed to be trying their damnedest to just feel out every inch of the other. Jensen's fingers moving with a certain kind of erotic finesse as they roved down Chris's beefy back, making their way closer and closer that that high tight, ball or muscle that was his ass. Chris's hands were no less eager, though a little more clumsy, as they greedily pulled at Jensen's trying desperately to press him closer and closer, beyond all reason.
By this point all three voyeurs were sporting their own hard-ons while they enjoyed their live porn. Shemar let out a guttural moan as he threw his head back and wrapped his fingers around his rock hard nine and a half inch cock. With one hand, the ebony god gripped his rod and with his free hand he rubbed his thumb around his quarter sized areola. "Got a thing for nipple play, huh?" Ryan mewled in his ear.
With a nod towards Jensen and Chris, Shemar grinned over at Ryan. "That's happening and you're still looking at me? I'm flattered."
"Well I prefer participating to watching," Ryan retorted as he moved his hand to Shemar's other pec, and began caressing his nipple.
"You drive me crazy," Chris panted as he and Jensen finally broke their kiss. His forehead rested against Jensen's and he pinned the man to the wall. "Your lips, your eyes, I don't know what it is but everything about you just turns me on."
"Right back at you," Jensen panted, leaning in to nibble a bit on Chris's ear.
"Really, getting frisky. Mar Mar?" Ryan cooed as he felt a hand wrap around his own engorged member.
"That's not me," Shemar laughed feeling, some new nimble fingers massaging his own dick. It was about then that Ryan realized that it was young Chord Overstreet, who had taken it upon himself to give him and Shemar dual hand jobs.
"I assumed you were the quiet one," Ryan said surprised by the pert blondes brazenness.
"Those are the ones you need to look out for," Chord replied shooting a bookishly flirtatious look from behind his black rimmed lenses.
While things were heating up with the trio it seemed that Jensen and Chris had managed to beat back their animal instincts and ceased their rampant groping. "You know I planned on, teasing you, making you wait. But I don't know anymore. Maybe I should fuck you right here and now." Jensen confessed, his chest heaving with each hardened breath he took.
"Who's to say I'd let you? Maybe I'm gonna blue ball you a little, make you work for it." Chris teased.
"I kinda hope you do," Jensen laughed. "A straight man teasing me is ridiculously hot."
"I don't know if I can be classified as such anymore." Chris retorted. He took a step back to let Jensen down from the wall, and they looked over to Chord, Ryan and Shemar, who were happily engaging in their own festivities. Chord had made his way in front of both men and was jerking them off, his hand moving up and down their dicks in unison, slowly but steadily applying pressure. Shemar's eye lids fluttering closed in ecstasy. The two men seemed to have no problem sharing Chord's affections, Ryan's hand rested on one of his ass cheeks and Shemar's hand on the other.
"You guys go on ahead," Ryan instructed. "I think we have... other interesting rooms to explore."
With his newly regained composure, Chris held his arm out his arm to Jensen. They locked elbows and strolled down the hall like perfect gentlemen, who were not at all responsible for the debaucherous scene that was taking place. "We are going to fuck soon though?" Jensen double checked.
"Oh yeah," Chris nodded. "I'm just going to let that tension rebuild a little."
By the time Jensen and Chris had made it to the stripper room, Zac and Taylor seemed to have mastered the art of the pole. Their bodies writhed around the stage in unison. The seductive dance, was utterly entrancing. Even Channing seemed to get lost in the sight of Taylor's sunkissed skin undulating around the pole in the most lewdly sexual ways imaginable. His hips twirled, pelvis thrust and damn did his ass shake. His fair haired companion was making equal benefit of his own agility, whipping about the pole with just enough speed to tease the viewers with a short glimpse of his impressive physique and equally impressive manhood. Jensen let out a low impressed whistle. The competition was quite steep.
Ryan, Shemar, and Chord continued their lovefest, having found their way to a bedroom. Shemar laid back on the mattress, taking his rock hard member. "Let's christen this bitch already."
"About time," Chord smiled hungrily. He got onto the mattress and crawled over between Shemar's legs. Wrapping two fingers tightly around Shemar's dick, Chord began to take it into him mouth. The kid definitely knew what he was doing, Shemar let our a satisfied grumble as he ran his long wet tongue along the underside of Shemar's chocolate cock, hilt to tip. Shemar threw his arms back allowing the boy full access to his body, but Chord was fixated on the genitals instead, taking Shemar's balls into his mouth and rolling them about. Chord was bent over on all fours, as he ravaged Shemar's package, and as a result his pert little ass was waving about in the air, as he began to bob up and down on the other man's lengthy shaft. Ryan stood in the doorway, licking his lips as he watched that precious little butt swaying, all the while Chord's pillowly lips were taking more and more of Shemar in.
Soon Ryan was on the bed kneeling behind Chord, his hand resting on the young TV star's hips. Chord let out a muffled moan around Shemar's member as Ryan began rimming his ass. Chord went to town, on Shemar's dick, eliciting cries of absolute pleasure from his fellow TV star as his tongue expertly flowed around the head of Shemar's dick. Soon Chord felt one of Ryan's fingers pressing against his freshly wet hole. "You ready for this?" Ryan asked. Chord's answer was clear, thrusting his hips back into Ryan's finger. Ryan took the hint, slowly sliding one finger, and then a second into Chord's ass. "You're a tight little thing," Ryan grunted eagerly.
Chord was tight, ridiculously, wonderfully tight. "Whooooooo" Ryan let out a practical howl as his nice long dick slid deep into Chord's bottom until his own crotch was grinding into Chord's ass. Chord's butt, clenched tight around him, it was almost heaven. Ryan could tell right away that this wasn't going to be the kind of brutal high speed pounding he loved to give men at times. An ass like Chord's was delicate, to be savored and honestly that's exactly what Ryan needed. It had been so long since he'd had the opportunity to enjoy another man. And with each slow deliberate stroke, he made sure to hit just the right spot to make Chord deliciously delirious. Chord nearly lost his mind with the fucking he was getting. Ryan filling him so completely and demanding his attention that he may have damn well forgotten he was smack in the middle of giving a blowjob if Shemar hadn't grunted at him, "I'm about to cum, kid."
Shemar was too much, too big, Chord knew better than to try and guzzle the river of semen he knew was about to erupt. "I want it on all on my face," Chord panted, releasing Shemar's aching member just in time for the other man to spray thick rope after rope of cum onto Chords face. Shemar leaned in stealing a steamy kiss from the young star, and getting a taste of his own juices. "Let's finish you off, baby boy." Shemar panted as he sat up. As Ryan thrust into him once again, Chord couldn't even find the words to answer, but the pleading mewl he let out was pretty clear in his intent. As Shemar leaned forward, Chord arched backward, pressing himself against Ryan and allowing Shemar access to his pulsing cock. By the time Shemar started to rub on Chord's dick it was already seconds from exploding. "Cum with me, cum in..." he panted to Ryan. Ryan was happy to obliged, and just as he shot his load into Chord's pretty little ass, Chord let loose spraying his own chest and part of Shemar's. Spent the Glee star collapsed on the sheets, covered in cum and very sated.
It wasn't until much later that day, that the presence of the entire cast was requested outside. The men reported as instructed and the loudspeaker soon crackled to life. "Good evening, Gentlemen. I'm glad to see that most of you have grown to enjoy your new home. I hope you're all prepared because your first of two weekly competitions is about to begin. The competition schedule will be as follows: at the beginning of the week you will all compete in test to determine who earns the title House Alpha for that week. The details of that position will be explained following the first such competition. At the end of the week, there will be an elimination competition, to determine which occupant or occupants will be excluded from further competition." The voice continued to explain. "Now for this first week, only two of you will be eligible to be the first House Alpha, and those are the two men who you ranked as the most attractive on your teams."
After a moment of suspense it was announced that after a very close battle, Jensen and Chris were chosen as the most attractive of the TV and film teams respectively. Following further instructions, Chord, Shemar, Miz, and Zach lined up on one side of the yard and Zac, Ryan, Taylor, and Channing lined up on the opposite side of the yard. The eight men were instructed to keep their hands at their sides, and remain as still as possible. "Jensen, Chris," The voice instructed, "Your task is to get all four members of the apposing team sexually aroused. You may do this through visual stimuli, physical contact, dirty talk, or any means necessary. The first person to accomplish this tasks wins the title and the privileges that come with it."
Jensen grinned ear to ear, this was just the kind of challenge he was up to. "Shame you're not in that line up," he winked over at Chris "Make my job much easier."
"Christ, I wouldn't even have to try with you. I haven't seen you without a hard on ever," Chris retorted back.
The contest was on, with the other eight actors all intent on doing their best to resist their seducers charms and support their teammate. Jensen and Chris clearly had different techniques for accomplishing their mission. Chris made his way over to the line of TV men, rather blindly. He'd never tried to seduce a man before, and he wondered if it really should be approached the same way as with a woman. Either way he knew that Chord and Shemar were the easy marks, so he decided to start with them. "Hey there," he said shaking out any nerves he had and putting on his best, `cocky jock' act. It was the thing he broke out on the any occasion his job demanded it, and he had it down pat, the posture, the facial expressions, every nuanced attitudinal cue. "Never really got to talk to you after that little show in the hallway," he smirked over at Chord. "Looked like you sure did enjoy that." Chris was taller than Chord, it helped his case. The TV star couldn't help but get a sense of power from Evans, as he stood there unabashedly nude, his lightly dusted chest right below Chord's eye level as Chris glanced down at him. Oh hell yeah. He seemed like the kind of stronger, older, man's man that was always undeniably hot. Chord tried his best to shut Chris out. He closed his eyes trying to ignore the image but that proved to be a mistake. "Remember us going at it, huh? My body rubbing all up over Jensen's getting all oily and hot," Chris snickered, and Chord couldn't help but remember. In fact the more and more he tried not to remember the crisper the image became. The two gorgeous men grabbing at each other lustily... it was beyond hot. Chord really doubted he could last much longer, he felt Chris getting closer, the heat of his body touching... no not touching, just millimeters away from touching, yearning to run against Chord's own frame.
Jensen seemed to have the opposite idea, starting with the toughest, or at least laying the ground work with Channing. "So you're the straightest of the straight?" As Jensen spoke, he let his finger tip ghost up the crease in his pecs. The gentle caress moved up to his neck, along his collarbone, around his shoulder, and across his back as Jensen spun around him. He positioned himself right between Channing and Zac, so each man could to sense his presence looming behind him. Both men could feel his breath falling on their necks as he spoke in his raspy tones. He lifted his left hand to Zac's back, mirroring the delicate movements he was making on Channing's back. "So if you're straight that means my pretty face, my deep husky voice, my monster cock all do nothing for you." But that voice certainly did something for young Zac, dripping all over him like honey. He reminded himself to look ahead and for the love of God ignore that sensation that was making its way around his back towards his ass, his body tensed. "But you see there's one thing that will work for you. Just the same as it'll work for Zac, tactile sensation." Jensen's hand flattened on both men's backs, his palm pressing into the smalls of their backs, causing the two to jerk forward a bit as they threw their shoulders back. "See gay or straight you respond the same to touch. So I'm going to ask you Channing," As Jensn spoke his hands stroked down the men's back before resting on their asses. Channing could feel the lump in his throat. No one had ever been that close to his butt before. No one. He felt Jensen's thumb resting on his hole and practically jumped out of his skin. "So I want you to listen very closely to the sounds that Zac is about to make, because you'll me making some very similar sounds, very soon," Jensen finished. He lifted his hands off the men and moved around to face Zac. "Hey, Zacky. Ready to have some fun?" He smiled looking the High School Musical star over. Channing's head was swimming, he knew Jensen was playing mind games but they were ridiculously effective. He was morbidly curious about the interaction that was about to go on next to him, and it was hard for him not to steal a few glances.
Zac could see the mischievious glow in Jensen's brilliant emerald eyes and he knew this is a battle we was going to lose, but he was going to hold out as long as he possibly could. "I better at least enjoy this," He jabbed with a smirk.
"Never been a problem before." Jensen slyly muttered, before leaning in and planting an impassioned kiss on the lips of the pretty young star. Zac tried to put up some resistance but Jensen's tongue easily invaded Zac's mouth and the boy let out a muffled groan that rang in Channings ears. Jensen's able mouth slipped from Zac's lips and began weave its way down Zac's chest. Zac tried not to moan, he knew that's what Jensen was fishing for, but the more he fought it the worse it became. It felt as if the man's tongue was all over his body at once, and that fucking mouth. It was the sexiest set of lips one could imagaine. Battling his moans and groans only made them more labored, sporadic, and impassioned as those sounds made their way to Channing's ears. He couldn't not watch. He needed to knew what Jensen could be doing to elicit such grunts and groans, what Jensen would surely do to him. When Channing stared down, he saw Jensen taking one of Zac's balls into his mouth. Zac's best efforts were clearly not enough because his dick was practically in a full state of arousal by the time Jensen moved on to ball number two. "That's the spirit, Channing." Jensen smirked up at him and Channing realized he had acquired a semi-hard on. "Not as good as Zacky here but you're doing well." With that Jensen ran his finger up Zac's fully erect member leading him to let out a stifled shiver of pleasure.
"Mr. Effron, you have officially been eliminated from this House Alpha competition.
"Shame, I was just having fun," Jensen pouted. He paused half a second before he deepthroated Zac's dick in one quick gulp and slid off clean. Could Jensen do that to him? Was he about to? "Guess I'll finish over here," Jensen continued, crawling over to Channing. He took Channing's dick in his hand and looked up at the man. "Ever gotten a blowjob from a guy before?" Channing shook his head no. "But you're going to moan for me like Zachy did, right?" Channing had no intention of answering. He also had no time to make that decision before Jensen's tongue was swirling around the tip of his dick, and he was letting out his own involuntary whimpers of delight. After the first signs of cracking, Channing crumbled relatively quickly. Once Channing was sporting a raging hard on Jensen rose to his feet and gave him a pat on the chest. "You're a tough nut to crack..."
As Jensen moved on to the next man, Channing made his way to the sidelines, slumping down next to Zac. His heart still pounding and his chest rising and falling rapidly withe each breath. He laid back and looked over at the other man. "That was... something." He half laughed. Sitting for just a moment more something clicked in his mind. "You care to... uh finish what he started."
"Only if you do," Zac said nodding to his own hard dick.
"I"ve never..."
"Just think of it like licking a lollipop, only no biting," Zac responded as he placed a hand on Channing's chest. Pushing him flat onto his back, Zac assumed the 69 position with Channing. Channing could feel Zac's mouth close around him, as the boy started to suck him. And there it was. A dick. Not like something he hadn't seen before. But there it was, Zac's dick staring him down. Channing gathered himself and decided to go for it, slowly, slipping it into his mouth, bit by bit. Like every newby Channing coughed at first, taking too much to handle. But Zac adjusted his hips and soon Channing felt like he was getting the hang of this whole 69 thing... enjoying it even.
"Go for the nipples," Ryan's voice called over to Chris, who had succeeded in arousing Chord and moved on to Shemar.
"Is that what you like?" Chris asked leaning in intimately close to Shemar as he took the tip of Shemar's nipple between his thumb and index finger, tweaking it ever so slightly.
"Gotta use your mouth..." Shemar responded in a ecstatic groan.
"You don't have to tell me. I know how to work em," Chris laughed. And he did know how to use them, any number of very satisfied women could attest to that fact. Chris was naturally strong but he knew how to be gentle and he knew just how to work the erogenous zones. On his knees, Chris buried his head in Shemar's broad pecs. His tongue flitted around Shemar's bosom, occasionally brushing against one of those small sensitive circles that so desperately craved its attention. His athletic build buckled in a beautiful dance of submission, twisting back and forth at the command of Chris's tongue, hoping desperately to catch it in just the right spot, the spot that bastard pleasure giver was dancing around, trying purposely to avoid. Occasionally the tongue would hit the promised land, and Shemar's whole body would sing electric, his cock would jump, his eyes would flutter, he'd pursed his lips, and he'd let out the most velvety smooth "mmmmm," one could hear. It was unclear whether those rare hits of unadulterated joy were accidents or perfectly planned samples to make him want more, but that's precisely the effect it was having. He was lost in just one of these moments when he finally felt it. Chris's teeth gingerly closing around the tip of Shemar's nipple. Any more firm and it would would be painful, any less it wouldn't even be noticeable. Chris had found the perfect balance and he let his tongue dart over the tip. There weren't words for the level of lust that was pulsing through his body as Chris actually gave him a brief tug. "Mr. Moore," The voice came over the loudspeaker "You have been eliminated from this competition." Chris went to stand up but Shemar pressed Chris back to his chest. "Sure you can't just keep going, baby boy."
"Got somewhere else to be," Chris gave him a pat on the chest and took a step back.
"If you can do that I might have to snap that pretty white virgin ass up from Jensen." Shemar stated as he made his way to the sidelines. Still too high on his own arousal, he decided to finish himself off while Chris looked over the remaining to contestants. Miz and Zach, the straight ones. He had no idea where to start with Zach but Miz was ridiculously easy to read. He knew there'd be nothing sexier to that man than his own ego.
Chris approached Miz letting out an impressed whistle. "You are huge aren't you?" Miz remained silent but the smirk on his face said it all. "I mean these legs, they're like fucking tree trunks. I wish I had legs like those." As Chris spoke he began to rub up against the Miz's sculpted calf. "And those biceps...." He reached out, taking one of Miz's arms and flexing, it is unbelievable..."
Across the way, Jensen had moved on to Taylor Lautner. Jensen's body was pushing against the young Twilight star's supple backside. "Tell me, do you get hard when you get fucked? Because I'm just looking for an excuse to plow this ass." Jensen gritted in Taylor's ear. Taylor's body was tense but inviting. His hips swaying back involuntarily as he felt Jensen's own hard cock resting in the crack of his ass. The boy had been holding out strong for a while but he didn't know if he could last much longer. Jensen's hips rocked ever so slightly his dick teasing Taylor's willing hole with the prospect he thought might not come. Out of nowhere the voice crackled "Mr. Miz, you have been eliminated from this competition." That completely threw Jensen through a loop. He had counted on Miz holding out far longer than that. The man wasn't even supposed to be attracted to other men, but it seemed with the slightest bit of muscle worship he would tap out rather quick.
Chris looked to Zach. He had no idea what to do with him. The man still looked a little nervous so it seemed the most logical thing was to just talk to him. "Hey," Chris said offering a soft smile.
"Hi," Zach replied with a simple nod.
"You're new at all this too, huh?" Chris responded.
"Yeah, but I'm afraid I'm not taking to it like you are," Zach chuckled.
"I don't know about that," Chris replied, "You're a pretty good kisser." A look of confusion only briefly glimmered across Zach's face before he felt Chris's lips pressing to his own.
Taylor let out a low growl as he felt Jensen's tongue pushing deeper into his hole. The television hunk had cut the small talk and got down to business, and his rim job quickly got Taylor up and ready to go. "Mr. Lautner you have been eliminated from this competition."
"But I don't want it to end," Taylor wailed.
"God gave you fingers," Jensen winked before hustling over to Ryan. Now he and Chris were even, and Ryan had to be easier to arouse than Zach. "Now what do I do with you?" Jensen sighed. "You're about my build so I guess the question is do you want me to plow that ass or yours are you fantasizing of tapping mine."
Ryan snickered "A little from column A, a little from column B."
"Allow me to advertise the assets of column B," Jensen smiled slithering over towards Ryan's lap. He made his way between Ryan's arms and let his hips fall back, so his butt was resting against Ryan's currently flaccid cock. "Just imagine thrusting into this baby," Jensen ground back deep into Ryan's pelvis.
"Kissing a man is different than kissing a woman," Zach observed, his hand resting gently on Chris's hips as Chris rested his on Zach's shoulders.
"I know!" Chris said with the kind of enthusiasm of a man who'd just discovered someone who shares a similar hobby. "It's less... diplomatic, more animalistic, more uninhibited. I like it."
"I think, I do to." Zach concluded. "Is it always like that?"
"Seems to very from person to person." Chris noted "Ryan and Jensen were very different but... kind of the same."
"Hmmmm, maybe I'll explore." Zach concluded before leaning in and locking lips once more with Chris. Chris and Zach seemed to be hitting it off. For the first time since he's gotten here he seems to be at ease. He found himself surveying the room staring at the mouths of all the other men, wondering what they'd be like to make out with. The world around him was a veritable orgy, as all of the disqualified contestants were working off their arousal. Shemar was jerking furiously, Zac and Channing were still in the midst of a very passionate 69, and Taylor was catching his breath as he lay there, two hands up his ass and a chest covered in cum. Finally his eyes settled on Ryan and Jensen, who were making out something fierce as Jensen continued to grind back into Ryan.
"Think I feel something poking me," Jensen said with a victorious grin.
"Think you might be right," Ryan replied. Jensen took a step forward and Ryan was at full mast for the whole world to see and it was clear that round one went to the stud from the CW.
"Mr. Ackles," the speakerbox cackled "Congratulations on becoming our first House Alpha. If all of you gentlemen would be so kind as to report to the living room I will explain what you've won." The voice chimed.
The group did as they were told and found that the room had undergone a modest make over. The rooms from which they had initially emerged had been converted to closets, each closet corresponding to one contestant. Each closet had two sides, one labeled "must" and one labeled "can." In the center of the room were two double doors labeled "master closet."
Following instructions, they tossed open the doors and the men were met with a ridiculous sight. The walk in closet was huge and had any and every manner of dress. From Speedo's and full body spandex suits to military outfits, wrestling singlets, and police uniforms. There was an extensive leather section, with all manner of leather clothes in addition to a couple whips and chains. There was even a leather outfit made out of electric pink. "Didn't know they made those," Zac scoffed at the silly outfit that was hanging just above a series of tupperwear chests marked with titles like "ass" and "chest." In said chests were all manner of sex toys. The quantity in the closet was just as vast as the selection.
"Gentlemen, what you're looking at is the wide away of items you may be using in the very near future."
"Might we?" Ryan asked with a smirk.
"That is up to Jensen... this week at least." the voice continued. "You gentlemen are forbidden from wearing any clothing that does not originate in this closet. You are also forbidden from removing any clothing unless you are the House Alpha. At the beginning of each week the House Alpha will fill your own personal closets with items from the master closet. If it is on the "can" side, you have the option of putting it on any time during the week. If it is on the "must" side, you are required to wear that article of clothing. If he chooses to put nothing in your closet, you are forbidden to from wearing anything."
"Wait, wait, wait," Chord scoffed "So you're telling me who ever wins this competition has complete control over how everyone else looks? If they put a fucking spandex Superman suit in your closet that's all you're allowed to wear all week?"
"Correct." The voice answered smugly "And remember that all these have outfits have been specifically chosen and provided in all of your sizes, so they'll be rather snug on you."
"Well," Jensen glowed, rubbing his hands together "let's get down to business."
"Not quite yet, there's still one matter to be discussed." The voice interrupted. "In addition to the House Alpha, there will be another position that shifts weekly." A look of puzzlement and intrigue swept the room. "At the beginning of each week the House Alpha will assign, a House Bitch. The House Bitch, is expected to comply with any request made from any other competitor that week."
"What if someone tells us to do something we're not comfortable doing?" Zach asked uneasy.
"You are never required to partake in any interaction you do not wish to. However, participation will be noted, and the lack thereof will be deeply remembered." The voice continued.
Inside there master closet there was a thick leather collar. The voice explained that it was a sign of the man who would be the House Bitch that week. Jensen held it in his hand as he walked back into the living room. The other nine watched on baited breath. Jensen was.... unpredictable. God knows what he was about to hand out and to who. He sauntered over to Miz's cloest and plopped the House Bitch collar down on the "must" shelf.
"Hey!" Miz shouted in indignation. "I'm on your own damn team."
"Consider it hazing," Jensen grinned.
"This is going to be a fun week," Shemar's voice filled with smarm and excitement. "Don't you agree," he said moving closer to Miz.
"Yeah," Miz gritted angrily.
"Sir." Shemar instructed.
Miz stood still for a second, his eyes cutting to the speaker and then back to Shemar. "Yes, sir. We're going to have fun."
That's all for now. Hope you all enjoyed, results of the competition were a result of the combined finding of my polls on both sites as well as votes sent to me by email. As always would love to hear your thoughs at fanboi214@yahoo.com. What's in store next? What will the clothes assign bring, or not bring? Tried my best to integrate all requests and should have the new polls up at
http://celebchal.livejournal.com/ and http://groups.yahoo.com/group/The_Celebrity_Challenge/