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Chapter 3:
Chris Hemsworth and Chris Evans walked back to their trailers, sweaty and exhausted from a grueling day of shooting yet another Avengers film. Having come from wardrobe to have their full costumes and bodysuits removed, they were dressed only in flipflops and bikini briefs, and white bathrobes that hung down to their knees. They made idle small talk as they walked through the lot, laughing and teasing one another. Chris Evans was looking forward to taking a long hot shower and collapsing into bed. It had been a very long week of action sequences and stunt work, and his muscles throbbed and ached, desperate to have a few days off.
His trailer was located a little ways away from Hemsworth's, so eventually he made to say a quick goodbye and part ways towards his own. Hemsworth cut him off and said, "Hey, you got a few minutes? I have something in my trailer I want to show you.." He flashed him a smirk.
Evans wanted to say no. He was exhausted and just wanted to go relax but the look on Hemsworth's face was making him curious.
"Sure, I can stop by for a minute I guess."
He set off with Hemsworth to his trailer and when they got to the door, Hemsworth said, "I think we deserve a treat for how hard we've worked this week, don't you?"
"Haha, that's be nice, I guess. Why, what did you have in mind?", Evans replied.
"I'll show you." And flashed him another devilish smile.
Hemsworth opened the door to his trailer and ushered Evans inside. He was immediately struck by the atmosphere in the room. It was hot, humid, and...there was a distinct smell. A smell he recognized. It was musty, but also sweet. He couldn't place it, but it was affecting him. It made his cheeks flush, the name of his neck became hot, and the tension in his muscles eased. He felt relaxed for the first time in a week.
The humidity of the room was creating beads of full body sweat all over him. The robe was suddenly uncomfortable, so he undid the tie and let it hang open, exposing the fur of his chest, down to his six-pack abs, and the front of his white bikini briefs. He then kicked off his flip flops, feeling some slight relief from airing out his body. Hemsworth then did the same, opening his robe a bit more, showing off more of his chest and abs. Evans couldn't help but notice the absolute enormous mound in Hemsworth's briefs. It strained so much against the fabric that it pulled the waistband away from his hips, showing the pubic bush underneath it.
Hemsworth noticed Evans' peering eyes and smiled.
"So what did you wanna show me?", Evans asked.
Hemsworth smirked again. "It's back here..". And he set off to the bedroom down the hall, gesturing for Evans to follow him. Evans curiously wondered what it could be as he walked down the hallway.
Hemsworth entered the room first, and turned so he could see Evans' reaction when he entered a moment later. What he then saw was the last thing he would have ever guessed would be waiting for him.
On the bed, someone was placed. They were on their knees, with a stack of pillows placed under their chest, keeping their head raised up. On each of their ankles was a leather cuff that was buckled tightly, and each cuff had a metal ring. To each of the rings, a thick nylon cord was tied, and Evans' eyes followed the cords that ran off the sides of the bed and under it, and they seemed to be pulled very taut, spreading their legs wide apart and immobilized. Similarly, the person's wrists were behind their back, each cuffed and locked together tightly, also immobilized.
Chris Evans let out a short yelp of surprise at the sight before him. He took everything in instantly, but before he could ask what the fuck was going on, he was distracted by the butt in front of him. It was... hypnotizing. It was big. Two massive, meaty, stark white cheeks dusted with tiny soft light colors hairs. The person on the bed struggled against their bonds and made the fat globes bounce and dance around. They'd smack together, making a light clapping sound, and then they'd separate, giving short peeks at the puffy little pink, hairless hole that was nestled between them.
Evans watched the meaty butt jiggle around with his mouth half open and his eyes glazed over. Hemsworth watched him watching it, smiling at his co-star who was fully entranced in a daze of shock and hunger. Evans hadn't even realized that his fat 8.5 inches had fully erected. His bikini briefs were completely tented out and there was a large wet spot forming where his cock head was screaming against the cotton. A wet spot that was increasing in size by the second.
"Holy fuck.", was all he could say.
"Tell me about it", Hemsworth replied.
Evans suddenly snapped out it. Keeping his eyes on the bubble butt on display in front of him, he asked, "who is that?!"
Hemsworth laughed and said, "See for yourself."
Evans walked around to the other side of the bed and as if his utter shock at the scene couldn't have been worse, the recognition of the face looking up at him nearly knocked him over.
"HOLLAND!?", he cried. "Is this why he didn't show up for rehearsal yesterday?!"
Hemsworth grinned devilishly again.
"Well, we were kinda busy. We had a full day workout to finish and it wasn't like he could even go if he wanted to."
Evans looked down at Tom. There was duct tape over his mouth, and at first he felt guilty. Was Tom being kept here against his will? He suddenly got nervous. But as he looked at Tom's eyes looking back up at him, he realized: Tom was staring at him hungrily. There was lust in his eyes. And even though there was duct tape covering his mouth he could clearly tell Tom was smiling behind it. Not to mention he noticed that Tom was wiggling his butt back and forth in the air. The soft clapping sounds of his cheeks were rhythmically echoing around the room. Tom's eyes had moved to the obscene tent in Evans' briefs. He was desperate. That only made Chris' cock throb harder.
He looked back at Hemsworth and smiled.
"Well, what are we waiting for, then?"
Evans pulled his robe over his shoulders and let it drop to the floor around his ankles. Hemsworth did the same, before lowering his briefs slowly down the length of his rock hard cock, sliding it over the head and making it pop up and bounce a few times before settling straight out ahead, pointed right at Tom's helpless, trembling body.
Evans climbed onto the bed and knelt in front of Tom's face, his wide eyes staring up at him in awe. He slowly peeled away the tape from Tom's mouth, unsure if he'd hear Tom's immediate plea for help or not. He didn't hear anything. Tom's mouth was filled with something. A small section of elastic was poking out of the corner of Tom's overstuffed mouth. Evans pulled at it, it stretched and grew longer as more fabric was extracted until finally the rest of it all popped out at once, connected to long strands of saliva that still clung to Tom's lips like cobwebs.
Evans held it up at examined it, and the first thing he noticed was the aroma emanating from it. It smelled strongly of sweat and underneath that was the faint scent of piss. Looking at it more closely, Evans could see that the majority of the fabric was stained with cum. It was practically coated from the cotton pouch, over the wide elastic bands and understraps.
It was a dirty fucking jockstrap.
He looked down at Tom, who was staring at the cock through the briefs and licking his lips and swallowing hard. He was savoring the fucking juices and flavors of the well-worn jock that he'd been sucking on for the past few hours while locked in this room, immobilized and waiting. Evans looked at Hemsworth with his mouth wide open as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. The whole thing was too much. The sight of Tom cuffed and helpless, his arched back pushing his jock bubble up and out, the smells of piss, sweat and cum hanging in the humid air. He reached down to the briefs he was wearing, hooked his fingers into the waistband, and shredded them in two pieces, his 8.5 inches flopping out and smacking Tom hard in the face.
It rested there for a moment. Evans' nuts against Tom's chin, the base of his cock against his lips, and the shaft laying against his nose, up past his eyes, and ending at the tip, heavy against Tom's forehead.
If Evans thought he'd have to tell Tom what to do, he'd be wrong. Almost immediately, Tom began French kissing Evans' nuts, tongueing and slurping then with fat wet kisses.
"Ooohh fuuuck. Good boy.", he cooed.
Tom's sloppy kisses started moving north, taking their sweet time on each inch of Chris' shaft, really devoting time to every part of the sensitive underside. Evans let his head fall back and his eyes close. Tom was making out with his cock like it was prom night. The soft tongue massaging his cock mixed with the wet smacking, squelching sounds had his cock leaking like a faucet, and Tom was more than happy to slurp it all up as it dribbled down Evans' pole. He finally moved his way to the fat mushroom head, right at the most sensitive part. It was good Chris was already knelt, because his knees buckled at the sensation. "Oh my God", he growled. Tom's tongue was flicking and lapping at the head, as the cock throbbed and twitched uncontrollably in response.
Hemsworth watched the scene lustily. The sight of Tom totally restrained, using all his energy to dart his head around all over Evans' fat cock had him achingly hard and hungry. He knelt on the bed behind Tom, pawing at his fat ass and massaging the cheeks roughly.
Tom opened his mouth to voice his eagerness for Hemsworth to use his ass, but the words never came out. As soon as his lips parted, Evans decided he didn't want to hear him speak. They were gonna make him their fucktoy, so his words weren't needed. He immediately buried his cock into Tom's throat, not waiting for invitation or for Tom to adapt to the length. He drove himself in steadily, until his pubes crashed into Tom's nose, filling his nostrils and cutting off his air supply.
Tom gagged hard on the cock as it slammed into the back of his throat. He was choking and sputtering around the girthy meat, trying to regain his composure as pints of saliva filled his throat and mouth. His eyes were watering and his muffled protests were ignored. He almost started panicking when Evans withdrew his cock in one swift movement, drenched in webs slobber that ran from it to the inside of Tom's still-open mouth.
Tom gasped for air and drooled onto the bed. He barely got two full breaths in before the monster cock returned, burying itself again to the hilt. He was more prepared this time, stifling his gag reflex and relaxing his throat, letting Chris' cock nestle itself into the grooved tightness of his throat, and he began swallowing, contracting his throat muscles so they gripped and massaged Evans' pulsing, rock solid monster.
"HOLY FUCK", Evans shouted. This cock-sucking faggot's throat was gripping his cock and nursing it like a fucking pussy. He placed his hands on either side of Tom's head and gripped tightly, keeping yet another piece of Tom's body completely immobilized and utterly helpless. He then began fucking. Long, heavy strokes. Tom's wet, slobbery lips were gripped tight around the head and would then slide down to the base, nose ramming into Chris' pelvis, and then slide back up to the tip.
Chris wasn't gentle either. The cockhead was ramming so hard into the back of Tom's throat he worried it would break through out the back of his skull. Each time it happened he gagged, with more and more saliva building up around Chris cock, which only served to slicken it more and make it easier for Chris to abuse his mouth like a fleshjack. But he was in ecstasy nonetheless. The mouth slamming was becoming noisy and sloppy. There was so much throat juice leaking everywhere, even out of Tom's nose. Chris was power-fucking Tom's throat pussy so hard the loud wet squelching was nearly drowned out by Tom's sounds of "grrkgrrkgrrkgrrkgrrk!"
Hemsworth was behind Tom still, spreading his fat cheeks as wide as they would go, stretching out Tom's pink slit roughly. He worked up as much saliva as he could and angling his head down, he let the fat wad drop from his lips in a long strands before splashing onto the jocks hole dead center, hitting a bullseye. The feeling of the warm liquid made Tom involuntarily clench and retract his hole, which swallowed the spit in one gulp. Hemsworth groaned in response and spit again, this time more forcefully, coating the pussy in an even thicker layer of saliva. He kept his fingers dug deep into the meaty globes and held them fat apart still, as he lowered his face to the soft hairless opening.
He kissed it. Softly, and tenderly. Light, gentle kisses on Tom's pussy that was stretched wide and exposed to the air. Alternating his soft smooches with small kitten licks. Tracing his pointed tongue around the outer rim, up and down the crack, then lapping at it like a dog. It was winking and clenching, loving the attention and begging for more. Hemsworth looked up at Evans still assaulting Tom's throat, and when he watched him bottom out in his throat again, burying himself to the hilt and keeping it there, Hemsworth made his move.
He dove in ferociously. Snarling and growling into Tom's jockpussy as he sucked, chewed, slurped and mauled. The sudden onslaught of Hemsworth's strong tongue, his nibbling lips, and the roughness from his beard stubble sent shockwaves from Tom's hole out to his hands and feet, and up to his brain. Tom couldn't keep from going berserk. Evans had a hard grip on his head, he wrists were cuffed behind his back, his legs were outstretched and tethered to the bed, and Hemsworth still had his huge hands dug into his cheeks and keeping his whole bubble butt stretched and motionless. Since he couldn't move any part of his body, the only way he could react to his pussy being feasted on was by screaming bloody murder. He squealed and shrieked as hard and as loud as he could, but with Evans' cock buried so deep in his throat, all that could be heard was his pitiful muffled whimpering.
His screams could barely be heard, but they could certainly be felt. With Tom's throat gripping Evans' cock, his screams were causing powerful vibrations that shook it as it massaged it, sending Chris into an animalistic pleasure he'd never before experienced. The throat was squeezing his shaft so hard and the vibrations felt like the tightest grip of a fist, spinning around his cock as they reverberated through Toms throat.
"Hemsworth, whatever you're doing to that pussy, don't fucking stop!", Evans ordered. These sensations were unlike anything he'd ever felt, and he wanted to make sure he could take advantage of them fully.
Hemsworth knew exactly what Tom's throat and muffled squealing was doing to Evans' cock, and he had no intention of slowing down or stopping. He dove back in. Tom's pussy was stretched to its limit. It was raw, the friction of Chris' beard had basically numbed it with rug burn, and the pussy lips were so puffed up Chris could suck them into his mouth and chew on them, but he kept going. He increased his ferocity, grinding his face into Tom's hole and making obscene, wet sucking sounds as he devoured it.
It was too much to bear. Tom was screaming at the top of his lungs at the assault on his jock cunt. Evans could hear the screams from inside Tom's body as he deep fucked Tom's face. The vibrations became stronger, the grip on his cock by Tom's throat became tighter, and there was a fucking waterfall of spit pouring onto the floor from Chris' nuts.
Evans' eyes were rolling back into his skull, his toes were curling and spasming uncontrollably, and his breath had become ragged, quick and shallow. He couldn't take anymore.
"Hemsworth! I'm gonna fucking breed this throat, man! Eat that pussy hard and keep this bitch screaming!", he shouted.
Hemsworth used two fingers on each hand to slide into Tom's helpless hole and stretch it even wider, before tensing his long tongue and spearing it into him, the entire warm slick length punching through and hitting the knot buried deep in Tom's ass. "MMMMPPPFFHHHFFRRRFFFMMMM", Tom roared a muffled roar and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Right at that second, Evans buried his monster cock back into Tom's throat for the last time, as he felt his nuts start to spasm. His mouth hung open wide and his eyes scrunched tightly closed as Tom's roar of shock and lust created a vacuum of suction from his cock head to his pubes, with an airtight seal of Tom's lips stretched tight around the base.
There was no stopping it. Tom's throat milked and siphoned as Evans' nuts pumped hot thick rope after hot thick rope of cum. It was endless. Spurting out hard and thick, coating the walls of Tom's throat, as he glugged it down, eyes crossed and in a total slutty, sloppy daze. Evans shook violently, unable to speak while he emptied every liter of cum he had into Tom's stomach. And as he did, Hemsworth continued eating away, slowing down and gently sucking and slurping on Tom's pussy. He had become addicted to it.
As Evans' cock softened, Tom sucked harder on it, trying to milk out every drop possible and clean it properly. Finally Evans pulled it from Tom's mouth and reached down, wiping away some cum and drool from his lips and bringing it to his own, sucking it from his fingers.
Hemsworth stood up and smiled at Evans, who grinned back, still looking dazed.
"Switch places?", he asked Evans. Before smacking Tom's reddened meaty cheeks, making them bounce and clap again.
Evans laughed. "Definitely."
End of part 3!