Adventures In The Dungeon 8

There are many places in Hollywood where male celebrities can hook-up with each other discretely and have the most mind-blowing sex of their lives. Some of these places are more popular and more kinky than others. One such location is most-commonly known simply as; “The Dungeon”. To most people the building appears to be just an expensive fitness centre for an exclusive client list of men in L.A., but in reality it’s just the main floor of Hollywood’s favourite hook-up spot. With an underground section that serves as a sex club catering to a wide range of famous men; actors, athletes, models, and more.

On this particular day Taron Egerton was waiting to meet someone here. The Welsh actor was sitting on a bench in the weightlifting area, anxiously looking over towards the entrance in anticipation. Eventually the man he was waiting for walked in; Zac Efron.

Zac was looking beefier and manlier than ever these days, a black tank top struggled to contain his big, hairy chest. He caught sight of Taron and a grin spread over his handsome, bearded face as he walked over.

Egerton smiled excitedly and got down on his hands and knees right there in the middle of the gym. When Efron stood in front of him he nuzzled his face in the other man’s crotch and inhaled his scent shamelessly.

Zac chuckled smugly and reached a hand down to tousle Taron’s hair. “Good boy…” He muttered. He then pulled out his dick and watched the other man immediately suck it into his mouth.

Egerton greedily slurped on Efron’s manhood, feeling it get bigger in his warm, wet mouth.

A sight like this wasn’t considered out of the ordinary at The Dungeon, as a matter-of-fact it didn’t even crack the top ten wildest things that had been done in public here. The other men in the gym simply laughed and smiled lewdly as they watched. 

“I’m gonna’ work-out a bit and get a good sweat going. You go downstairs and get ready for me, understand?” Zac said, smirking down at the man on all fours.

“Yes, sir.” Taron replied obediently before he stood up and headed down into the underground section of the building that earned the establishment’s reputation as “The Dungeon”. 

Efron smirked as he watched Egerton leave and then started his usual workout, performing some chest exercises to strengthen his upper-body. After a few minutes he had developed a sheen of sweat that clung to his dark chest hair. He finally headed downstairs and got changed into some leather fetish gear. 

Taron was waiting in one of the private rooms. He was wearing nothing but a leather harness on his chest and collar around his neck, and he was kneeling on a cushioned platform.

Zac walked into the room dressed in full Leather Daddy gear; an open vest, chaps with nothing underneath, and matching hat, all in black. “Are you ready for this?” He asked smugly while he stood in the doorway with his dick jutting-out from his exposed groin.

“Ohhh yes…” Egerton breathed out slowly, staring at Efron’s throbbing manhood and literally drooling on himself.

“Good.” Zac declared before he shut the door and made his way behind the other man. He knelt on the platform and gripped the back of Taron’s harness. “Because I’m not going easy on you.” He whispered into his companion’s ear.

Egerton shivered when he felt Efron’s hot breath on his neck. “Thank you.” He moaned.

With one hand holding the harness Zac thrust his hips and plunged his cock deep into the other man’s ass.

“Ohhhh yes… I missed you, sir…” Taron whimpered.

The American stud chuckled at the British actor’s confession. “You’ve been craving my dick, haven’t you?” He teased.

“Fuck yeah, I have!” Egerton exclaimed. “Richard Madden fucked me, but it just wasn’t the same.” He admitted shamelessly.

“Good to know he’s a weak fucker!” Efron laughed callously. He continuously pumped his hips, making sure every time he slammed forward his shaft was gliding along the other man’s prostate.

Taron panted and moaned as he endured his lover’s merciless pounding, all while maintaining a perfect arch to his back.

Zac grinned, listening to the British actor reminded him of how much power he had over the other man ever since he humiliated and dominated him at Hugh Jackman’s house. Egerton was now completely submissive to him and practically addicted to his cock. It was a significant boost to Efron’s already swollen ego.

Taron’s face was starting to turn red; he was sweating, panting, heaving and moaning as the other man dominated him. He could feel his tender asshole stretch to accommodate the American’s girth every time it slid in deep and rubbed his prostate.

Zac could feel that he was getting close to his first orgasm and started spanking his companion. “You like that? You like having my cock buried inside you?” He grunted, punctuating his questions with firm slaps to Taron’s round buttocks.

“Yes! Ohhh yes, sir! I love having you inside me!” Egerton blurted out emphatically. He was thrusting his ass back to meet every smack from Efron’s hand and pelvis.

“Aww fuck yeeeahh!” Zac growled as he blew his load.

Taron’s mouth opened wide and he let out a long, lewd moan. “Ohh yes…” He muttered, feeling the other man fill his rectum with hot cum.

Eventually Efron pulled out and staggered back, catching his breath. He looked down at his lover’s asshole and saw his own spunk leaking out. “That was a good nut…” He sighed, smiling at his handiwork in self-admiration. 

“Thank you so much, sir. I needed that.” Egerton said before collapsing on the platform.

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet.” Zac chuckled. “That was just round one.” He declared. 

Taron looked back up with a grin on his face. “Really?” He asked excitedly. 

The American walked over to a wall of sex toys and fetish gear and grabbed a short leather whip. “Stay down, but lift your ass up.” He commanded the Welshman.

Egerton instantly obeyed; raising his rear-end into the air while remaining pressed against the cushion, in a submissive, puppy-like position.

Efron began circling the other man and periodically whipping his bare ass.

Each strike caused Taron to gasp and groan, but the stings of pain also sent jolts of pleasure through his body. “Ohhhh yes, sir! Thank you so much!” He panted ecstatically. 

Zac laughed deviously while he continued. 

Tears were beginning to well in the “Rocketman” star’s eyes as his beefy, hairy Master carried-on abusing his ass. But the mixture of sensations and emotions he was feeling formed the perfect cocktail of delirious ecstasy in the young man. “Ohhhh... yeeees... pleeeeease... siiiir...” He moaned, barely coherent.

“Oh? You need it bad again, huh?” Efron teased his fellow actor.

“Y-yesss! Yes, please!” Egerton babbled, breathing heavily again.

Zac once again looked down at his seed dribbling out of the other man’s asshole. “Well... I better clean-up my last mess before I start a new one.” He declared before tossing the whip aside and plunging his face between Taron’s buttocks.

Egerton’s eyes suddenly bulged wide-open when he felt Efron slide his tongue into his ass. 

Zac grabbed both of his lover’s buns and gripped them tight, spreading them apart as he proceeded to rim him so deep that he was practically beard-fucking the Welshman. 

Taron’s eyes rolled back in his head while he felt the American stud’s facial hair rasp against his skin and his warm, wet tongue probe his anus.

Efron hungrily slurped-up his own cum, eating it directly from Egerton’s battered asshole. His cock grew to full erection once again while he continued felching his load.

Taron’s dick was throbbing needfully, begging for release. “I need you inside me, sir.” He pleaded. Sweat was dripping down his entire body.

Zac lifted his head up, some of his spunk still clinging to his beard. “Ohh, yeah? My bitch needs me inside him?” He asked with a grin.

Egerton shut his eyes and took a long, deep breath. “Yes, sir. I need it so bad... I need it more than I ever have.” He implored his dom.

Efron quickly mounted his sub, sliding his cock all the way back in. “I’m gonna’ fuck you senseless...” He growled. 

“Ohhhh, yes please!” Taron shouted, he had never felt this desperate from lust before.

This time Zac firmly held his lover by the waist with both hands while he thrust himself down repeatedly, showing-off his skill with his hips.

The horny Welshman was breathing fast and heavy but kept his back perfectly arched.

“Goddamn!” Efron grunted, his hairy pecs jiggling while he pounded away at the man beneath him. “I’m gonna’ bust such a fat fucking nut in your ass!” He exclaimed, sweat now pouring off of him as well.

“It’s such a pleasure to serve you, sir...” Egerton muttered, he was so close to the edge.

As tight and warm as Taron’s ass was, his complete and utter submission was the most powerful pleasure for Zac. Knowing that he had turned this sexy actor into such an obedient sex-slave was the ultimate aphrodisiac. Hearing the other man’s words sent him over the edge and he unleashed yet another hot torrent of semen into his well-fucked hole. “Fuck yeeeahh!” The American bellowed like a hyped-up frat boy. 

Egerton couldn’t even form words anymore, he simply gasped and moaned and panted as he shot his own load all over himself and felt Efron fill his ass back up. 

“Well... fuck.” Zac chuckled, catching his breath after that super intense climax. “Was it as good for you as it was for me?” He joked and then  laughed at the whimper Taron gave in response.