This story is about male/male relationships and contains graphic descriptions of sex.
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-------------- THE CHRIS ORGY - PART 8 --------------
Chris Pratt was breathing deeply and slowly, eyes closed as he lay on his front with his head turned to the side. Pine's lips were gently caressing the bottom of his neck, the man's breath tickling the top of his spine as he gently thrust back and forward. It was 2am and Pine was inside Pratt for the fourth time that day, his penis lubed only by what it had already left in there earlier.
The two were in a penthouse flat at the top of an exclusive block overlooking the Thames in east London. They hadn't left since arriving a day and half earlier, flying in separately from Los Angeles to avoid garnering any more attention than normal. Tomorrow they were both due for different slots at the Comic Con event at ExCeL, and then the day after that they would be heading back to Los Angeles, but for now they had time together in a more private environment than they ever found in hotels.
Pratt had acceded to Pine's wishes and brought his chains with him, but he had also surprised his lover by revealing another set for him as a special gift. Deciding that Pine's more slender frame would not suit anything as large as his own set, he had opted for a slightly narrower 700g chain, and two half-kilo bracelets. He had got all three done with CP2 engraved in small letters on the underside of the clasp, a little nod to their relationship. Pine had teared up a bit as he'd run his fingers over the letters, before Pratt had put the chains on him and taken them to the mirror to look at one another side by side.
"I'd fuck us" Pratt had said, smiling. Pine had laughed at that, turned to his lover and thrown his arms around him for a deep kiss. Shortly afterwards they had ended up in bed, with Pratt hammering into Pine missionary style. Now, the middle of Pratt's back was being tickled by the hefty chain round Pine's neck, and the sounds of both their sets of bling added to the gentle noises from their lovemaking.
As Pine began to reach his orgasm he started to thrust a little more, rocking Pratt's body forward ever so slightly underneath him until he gave one final push in and unloaded. He then collapsed down and lay on Pratt's back, breathing rapidly as he recovered from his exertions. He eventually closed his eyes and drifted off, sprawled over his lover in a comforting embrace. Pratt was still awake, listening to Pine's breathing change as he fell asleep on his back. He loved being in this position, completely consumed and enveloped by the man he knew he was in love with, and tried to just enjoy how it felt. He flexed his arse a couple of times to get the reassuring sense of still being filled by Pine's softened dick, and shifted one of his arms a bit so he could clasp his fingers with those of the now-sleeping hunk on top of him. But, as he lay awake, now feeling alone as Pine drifted deeper in to sleep, the desperation he had kept at bay for most of the day returned.
He was a happily married man, with a kid, a great career and the world at it's feet, and yet he was completely and utterly fucked.
On the other side of the world, Chris Hemsworth was in Australia but not at home in Byron Bay with his family. He had arranged a couple of days of meetings in Sydney, but it was all a bit of a pretence so that he could head to Palm Beach for the annual Summer Bay Bang. He had missed the last two because of filming commitments in the States, so was pleased to finally get the chance to return to the beautiful Northern Beaches and join in the fun with various Home & Away actors, past and present. The event took place as normal in the cottages and grounds around the Barrenjoey Lighthouse, for which participants used various string, connections and sexual famous to secure and close off for the two days they were there.
Day one had been a bit of a slow starter, but eventually guys were showing up, stripping off and getting involved. Hemsworth himself had gone to the first of his meetings in North Sydney shortly after 9am, and then had driven up to Palm Beach to be there in time for lunch. Foregoing food, he had feasted on Jackson Heywood's rear end for a first course, taken James Stewart's load down his throat for the main, and then sucked several loads of cum out of Orpheus Pledger's meaty arse for dessert. Satisfied, he had then set off exploring the action around the headland, fucking and being fucked by most of the guys there at some point.
It was the afternoon of the second day, and the time had come for Hemsworth to pay his dues for losing at poker the night before. The stakes had been rather high, and after a bluff had gone badly his fate was sealed. So, with the others making their way up from the cottages after some lunch and a rest, Hemsworth was getting in to position at Ramming Rock. It wasn't clear who had first christened the large flat-topped boulder, but for many years it had been used exclusively for the second-day gangbang for whoever had ultimately lost the chosen game from the previous evening. Ryan Kwanten had taken 32 loads there last year, Dan Ewing had been left gaping and dripping on top of the rock the year before, and Hemsworth himself had ended up draped on it on two previous occasions. The truth was, he had deliberately cocked up the game of poker this time, and the other guys knew it.
He had put the cushioned top of a sunbed and a couple of beach towels on to the rock, and then sat down for a bit to smoke a cigarette. As he heard voices approaching he took one last deep draw and then stubbed it out in the tin he had brought with him, before carefully lying down on his front. He readjusted his legs and pushed up his arse so that it would be the first any of them saw of him as they approached. Then, as they got nearer and he was sure they could now see him, he started to gently wiggle his backside to tease his soon-to-be fuckers. Their cheers of approval only spurred him on.
The gang crowded around him, each having a feel of his arse before taking up a position round the rock. Then, he felt a hand exploring a little deeper into his crevice, and a finger starting to poke into his hole.
"You lubed?" asked Dan Ewing.
"Just whatever you guys left in there this morning" replied Hemsworth, smirking up at the men now standing in front of him.
"Awesome" said Ewing, positioning his cock at the entrance and pushing in to the Thor actor in one swift go.
"Ohhhhhh yeah" moaned Hemsworth.
"You gonna take us all?" asked Dan, holding his position fully buried.
"Oh yeah" grunted Chris.
"You gonna let us all breed you?"
"Oh yeah."
"You gonna let us double-fuck this arse until you can't sit down for a week?"
"Oh fuck yeah."
"Well, let's get on with it then" said Ewing, before pulling out almost the whole way and then ramming himself back in to the hilt. "The sun is shining, the dicks are hard, and we there's nobody who's gonna stop us from fucking you to kingdom come."
"Bring it on" said Hemsworth, looking round at him. "Show me what you got."
Ewing smiled at Hemsworth, and then began to rhythmically thrust in and out of the star, who in turn grunted in appreciation and turned back round to look between the men in front of him at the glistening sea beyond.
This was going to be a fun afternoon.
While Pratt lay in conflicted quiet under Pine in London and Hemsworth was starting to get royally gangfucked in Sydney, two other participants from the recent Doubles Tournament were moving in to their sixth hour of fun in Los Angeles.
Chris Evans and Liam Hemsworth had arrived at the unmarked bar shortly after a leisurely lunch in Beverly Hills. They had a couple of drinks to get their buzz on, stepped outside to smoke for a bit, and had then picked up their rucksacks and descended into the spacious basement area. Stripping down to their jockstraps, they had then helped each other put on their wide padded leather ankle and wrist restraints, leather collars and fat leather harnesses. They also both donned a leather armband wallet, already containing their favourite poppers and lube. When ready, they had stuffed their clothes into their rucksacks, stowed them in the lockers near the stairs, and then made their way through to the main playroom.
No-one else was there yet, so the two of them had gone in for some fun with the assortment of toys available to get themselves stretched out. Then, as the first customers had started to arrive, they had got into position to receive their guests. Evans had climbed into the sling, put his feet into the hoops and then shifted himself down a bit to stretch his arsecheeks open as wide as possible. Liam got on to the cushioned fuckbench, and shifted his position about a bit until he felt he was ready. One of the men had then come over and secure his ankle and wrist restraints to hoops on the bench, before heading to the sling to lock Evans's ankles on to the suspending chains.
For the next couple of hours the two actors remained in those positions as guy after guy came in to breed them. Some of the men were clearly very horned up as they barely entered the studs before shooting their loads, but thankfully a few of the customers had a bit more stamina and gave them both the rough fuckings they had been hoping for. Eventually they had been released from the sling and bench so they could smoke a couple of cigarettes, before they swapped their positions with Evans now strapped down on the bench and Liam locked by his wrists and ankles into the sling. Three more hours of fucking had gone on before they were again released for a stretch and a smoke.
While they were pacing around the room relaxing their muscles and enjoying their cigarettes, a producer they both knew came into the room dressed in head to toe leather, leading a toned young man behind on a leash. Wearing big leather boots, white rubber fetish shorts, a black leather hood, and his wrists locked together in leather cuffs to which the chain leash was attached, he was quite a sight and both Evans and Hemsworth felt their cocks stirring. The producer led his quarry into the centre of the room, and then turned to release him from the leash. He then reached behind the young man's head and unzipped the hood, pulling it upwards and off to reveal the nervous face of Andrew Garfield underneath.
The actor looked at the other two studs in the room, showing a slight hint of a smile and getting big grins back from Liam and Chris. He was then pushed over towards the pillories, which had been left open and ready for use. The producer bent Garfield over, positioned his neck and wrists in to the holes, and then lowered and locked the top of the contraption. Stepping back to take a look, he then started to make his way out of the room, giving Garfield a hard slap on the arse as he went. Liam and Chris were impressed to see the young actor barely react to the sting, such was the level of training he had clearly been through.
Chris was about to say something to Garfield when the door opened again and a load of men piled back in. Evans and Hemsworth quickly darted over to the table and bent over next it next to one another so they could face the side of the room where Garfield was locked in place. As much as they were both up for some more plundering of their own arses, they didn't want to miss being able to see what the Scot was going to subjected to.
And so, an hour later, Hemsworth and Evans were once again being repeatedly filled with cock and cum from behind, while watching as men took it in turns to do the same to Garfield. Some of the guys had pissed on him too, with one possibly also urinating inside the actor, whilst at the front end men were also using his throat. The producer who had led him in did not participate, just standing by and watching the action, encouraging the guests to breed his boy. Garfield himself barely uttered a sound through the whole ordeal.
"You know" said Evans, turning his head to face Liam, "this gives me an idea."
"What's that?" grunted Liam, also turning to face his friend as they both rocked back and forth from the force of the fuckings they were getting.
"Marvel versus DC" he replied. "That would be an awesome orgy."
Liam's face scrunched up a bit. "Oh, thanks" he said, "come up with something I can't attend."
Chris smiled at him, before wincing slightly as his fucker roughly slapped his arse. "Well maybe we can have you as the Gamemaker" he said, referencing Liam's own well-known film franchise. "You can make up the rules, decide who wins and so on."
Liam's face relaxed a bit as he thought about that, and then he opened his mouth to say something. However, right at that moment his fucker started yelling and speeding up, causing Liam to look back at him.
"Yeah man, breed my arse!" he shouted as the stocky, hairy middle-aged guy unloaded inside him. The man then stepped back and was replaced by another of a similar build who just rammed into Liam and started pounding. Hemsworth continued to look back at him for a bit, before turning back to Chris.
"OK, you're on" he said, "but only if I get to choose who comes along."
"Deal" said Evans, "but I have one request."
"Oh yeah?"
"Cavill. Henry Cavill. I need that man's pole inside me more than I can say" said Evans, smirking.
"Well" said Liam, "I'll see what I can do..."
TO BE CONTINUED
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