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Tom Hardy Give In - Part 2
Here he was now acting out those urges, finger in his ass moaning and pulling on his nipples, in a public shower of all places, screaming at himself to stop.
"Now that's a message"
The voice cut through Tom's mind, sending fear through his body, he was caught, people would know. There he was with a ruined reputation. He couldn't even run, why was he still fingering himself.
"Don't stop on my account mate."
It couldn't be, of all people, standing before him, in this dingy gym, well he guessed it was close to the studios so it must get the occasional visit from famous actors. Oscar Issac, the Guatemalan born actor proudly displaying his manhood, naked in all his glory, clear and unphased as Tom was, well Tom used to be about other men seeing him post-workout. The sweat from his exercise glistened and mixed with the hair, that covered all of this body and muscle, giving the appearance of a sex god.
Yet, there he was standing in front of Tom, encouraging his explicit behaviour.
"Unless you want me to help you out instead?" said Oscar, inching closer and reaching out to cup Tom's firm ass in his hand. He whispered into Tom's ear "I definitely think I should help you out", and raised his palm to give Tom a quick spank that made him wince with euphoria.
Oscar laughed, a deep guttural laugh, that resonated within Tom, it was making him weak at the knees. "I was just joking mate, but judging by your moaning here, you are enjoying have me cup this, well fucking incredible ass of yours, is that right?"
Tom was silent, not admitting anything to himself, let alone Oscar. However, he knew deep inside that he was on fire, the feeling of Oscar's manly hands squeezing such an intimate area was making him feel like he was about to have sex for the first time, ready to make himself vulnerable and trust Oscar to take him hard and rough.
"yes" whispered Tom. "What was that mate?" "It feels nice," Tom finally admitted.
Oscar stepped back, this scared Tom, was all a joke and he had taken it too far. Did Oscar just see this as banter? Lads in the shower having a laugh? Now, what would he think of Tom whimpering at his touch?
"say it louder". "What?" "I said say it louder, and you will address me as Sir."
Tom couldn't believe it, he was two years his senior but here he was this hairy sex god giving orders, and he had no choice to submit, he had gone too far he admitted, he had to give in to his urges. Tom couldn't live like this, scared to pleasuring himself, tugging at his ass in a public shower and turning into a quivering mess at the mere sight of a man such as Oscar Issac. It was now or never, as cliche as that was, he had to experiment, and understand why he was so turned on.
"It feels great sir, I love it, I love your manly hands squeezing my ass" "Damn, you're really into this, good boy, from now on you will do as I say" Oscar demanded, his voice deepening, triggering fireworks in Tom's stomach.
"I, I... " Oscar brought his hand down firmly on Tom's ass, causing him to jolt forward, his face smacking the tiles due to the unexpected blow. He was in heaven. "You either get off on this or not, listen either you say you consent right now, or no more spanking for you boy, what will it be?"
Without hesitation, Tom screamed, not caring who heard him now. "I consent, please sir, please... smack me again, sir please." "Oh, it won't be that easy boy. I can tell you are new to this, I am going to show you how a real man treats his fucktoy, he makes them beg for it."
Oscar spun Tom around, taking him by surprise. He was pushed backwards till Oscar's forearm was against his neck and he was standing on his tiptoes, completely vulnerable to his master's will, for how unfamiliar it was, it felt natural, it felt right. Adding to the surprise Oscar leaned in and kissed Tom.
This wasn't any lovers kiss. This was a sign of domination, a demonstration of who has control. The water cascades down Tom's eyes and he was blind to what was happening, as Oscar's tongue entered his mouth. The stubble of the two men sending sparks thought his body. If it wasn't for Oscar's other hand pushing against his abs, Tom would have been a quivering pile on the dirty gym floor.
Just as he began to return the kiss, wanting to show his submission, Oscar pulled back. Just enough to make Tom have to stretch his head forward, not quite reaching Oscar's supple lips. It was as if Oscar knew the exact moment he would submit and pulled back, denying the very feeling, and the very release Tom had fought against. Oscar knew what he was doing, he had trained many men before, turned men who considered themselves straight into cum sluts begging for their master's attention. Tom would be no different. Tom knew he was under Oscar's spell as he fought to kiss his master, only feeling his warm breath centimetres from his begging mouth.
It was where he belonged.
"what do you think you are doing boy" "Please sir, please let me kiss you" Tom questioned where had this voice come from, was it always there?
"no, I don't think so. First, you are going to put on a show for me, start wanking that pathetic cock of yours"
Without hesitation, Tom obeyed, not out of sexual frustration but a need to serve his master. There was no pleasure in his actions, and he could not figure out why. He usually had his hands on his dick anytime he could, craving the waves of pleasure that wanking yourself brings. Tom used to crave wanking every second of the day. Which had got him into some trouble, when his Uni roommate found Tom beating himself off regularly, or when on the set of Inception, Leonardo DiCaprio, Joseph Gordon-Levitt and himself had group wanks to release stress. Moaning loudly talking about their favourite ways to fuck.
This was different, that feeling gone, replaced by lust to feel Oscar's lips on his own, even for a second.
"Good boy you can follow orders"
Tom had noticed Oscar had begun wanking himself, keeping Tom pressed against the wall by his neck, but his other hand was sensually running along the length of his shaft. Not breaking focus on Tom's eyes. Due to his inexperience being the submissive one in the bedroom, always ordering his sexual conquests around, Tom didn't know what to do next, thinking it was the next logical step. Tom reached out for Oscar's cock.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Tom was pushed back against the wall, Oscar growling in anger, removing his hand from his dick and slapping Tom on the face. Not hard but enough to send a message.
"oh boy" Oscar was laughing " you sure you are new to this, or you been craving dick for a long time? Did I tell you to do that, you follow my instructions, understand?".
"Yes sir" "good, so get on your knees"
Tom sunk into a position he found natural, so fast his knees hurt against the tiled floor. Understanding his instruction, Tom was shocked by how grateful he was for a chance to suck a dick. He never thought he would be in this position, he had his dicked sucked by a few guys, like when his roommate caught him drunk wanking one time, and Tom begged him; or when Joseph Gordon-Levitt was the last one to cum and was dared to suck Tom who was the first to release his load.
He hoped he knew what to do, it can't be that hard surely, but he wanted to please his master. He stared right at the foreskin, noticing the thickness and the weight, the sheer power emanating from Oscar's dick. A dick that deserved someone sucking at it all times, and what a gift it would be for that lucky person.
Tom bent forward, smelling the workout sweat from Oscar's pubes, manly sweat that drove him wild, he wanted, no needed to taste it swirling in his mouth. As Tom stuck out his tongue...
Another slap went across his face, leaving a red mark he would have to explain to his wife.
"Did I say you could suck it, boy, so far you have only been told to wank. I am going to stand here, wank my dick next to your face, and you are going to kneel before me, worshipping my body and wanking yourself at the sight of me, getting off on having a stud like me gracing you with his presence, understood."
"Yes, Sir"
"Good boy, why aren't you wanking" Another slight slap on the face started a cannon of skin slapping echoing around the showers. The sight of two hunks beating their meat out in the open. The warm water flowing from their pecs and abs, meeting their groins and splashing in every direction due to the ferocity they were guiding their hands across their cocks. The sight was a miracle to behold, unfortunately, it was just the two of them, not breaking eye contact. Oscar remained silent, a stranger would only hear the sound of running water, the telltale sounds of masturbation and the raspy breaths Tom was taking. Attempting and failing to silence his moans, astonished at how turned on he was.
"Sir" "Yes boy what is it" "Sir, I am going to cum soon" "and" "Sir please, please can I cum" "Now you are getting it, yes boy, you may cum, do it, fucking blast your spunk right there on the floor, cum right onto the floor, moaning my name, do it and realise how pathetic you are."
Tom came, unleashing his breath, practically screaming, as if he had never orgasmed before, ropes of thick white cum volleyed from his dick. One after the other, pooling on the floor and being carried away down the drain. Oscar had to place his hand over Tom's mouth to stop other gym-goers hearing, the volume of his prolonged orgasm breaking through any mask the sound of the running water could make.
"Good boy, good boy, now your master is nearly there, stay there boy, keep looking at me with that pretty face. You stay right there, till I cum."
Tom was confused, in more ways than one, he expected to cum and come to his senses, realise what a mistake this had all been, but now he was as just as turned on as before, in fact, he was considering asking his master to let him wank again, when it happened...
Oscar realised thick, intoxicating cum directly on Tom's face, it was never-ending, the heat of the cum mixing with the freezing water drove Tom insane, opening his mouth to welcome his master's seed. More and more cum flowed from Oscar who slapped his hard dick against Tom's face welcoming him to his new life of gay pleasure. Imprinting him as his first master, but definitely not his last, and Oscar had another way of marking Tom forever.
Tom thought that the saturation of cum across his face, now trickling down his pecs, mixing with his chest hair, signified his initiation into this new world. Oscar had other ideas. As he regained control he released a blast of piss right into Tom's face. Treating him to his warm urine.
Tom's eyes were shut trying to avoid the copious amounts of spunk on his face entering his eyes, at first he thought the water from the shower had increased in temperature. Until he smelled it. Pungent piss, entering his mouth and coating his body. It was his first golden shower, and judging by how it made him feel, it definitely would not be his last.
"That's a good boy, doesn't that feel nice, look at you, right where you belong begging for masters piss, yeah thats it boy, enjoy it whilst it lasts."
As soon as the stream of yellow liquid ended, Oscar walked to the showerhead on the opposite side of the room. Leaving Tom knelt on the floor, covered in piss and cum, and most worryingly with a throbbing boner.
"Don't even think about touching yourself boy," Oscar called out, soaping up his body, not even looking at Tom. "You have no idea who might walk in, well what are you doing boy, get washed you fucking stink."
Tom did as he was told, and both men showered, Oscar not even looking behind him, unlike Tom who for the whole time was staring at his master noticing the way the water flowed across his body, scared he would never see him naked again. Oscar left, to get dressed. Tom quickly got rid of the smell of piss, hoping to see Oscar's dick one more time before he left.
His wish was denied, only a note next to his clothes.
"These are yours to wear now boy, enjoy them, I've taken the liberty to borrow a pair of yours, to remind me of you. Get in touch some time if you are keen, there's a lot more to show you. - Oscar"
Underneath the note was a black pair of briefs, clearly soaked with sweat Oscar had built up during his workout, making Tom's dick twitch.
As Tom got home and emptied his gym bag he sat at the end of the bed looking at the underwear that was a parting gift from Oscar Issac, thinking of all they had done together, and knowing it could never happen again. Why had he even agreed to swap his sweaty gym undies with him, sure he liked the sight of a woman in lacey knickers, but here he was was excited at the thought of sniffing and putting on this studs used undies, and wearing them for the rest of the day, knowing his cock would be contained by the same fabric he had used.
That his dick had stretched and where he was sure he could smell dried cum. No, he thought, he threw the underwear in his gym bag and forgot anything even happened, determined to never let anything like that happen again. Just hoping he could resist these new urges inside of him.
Until he was leaving the bedroom and his phone went off. Signifying a text.
"Hey boy, seems you like your undies tight, they are pinching a bit against my dick, feels good. Listen I am going to have to fly out of town for a bit, movie stuff. Told some friends about what happened, said they would keep you company and show you the ropes. Best - Oscar."
----- End of Part 2
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