Halloween season, the time had come again for the hottest hunks in Hollywood to gather together in their sexiest costumes for a night of debauchery in a movie producer’s mansion.
Chris Evans had just arrived with his brother, Scott. He was dressed as a sexy sea captain; wearing a captain’s hat with a navy blue jacket that was wide open to reveal his bare chest, but was nude from the waist down. His younger sibling was dressed similarly, wearing just a sailor’s cap and a blue-and-white striped shirt. The two brothers shamelessly walked into the party with their genitals on display, turning a lot of heads in the process.
Henry Cavill greeted them with a naughty smile. “Ballsy move, walking in here like that.” The British stud said with a slight chuckle. He was dressed as a rugby player; a tight jersey stretched over his massive torso and shorts clinging to his tree-trunk thighs, with a jockstrap underneath. The Witcher star was openly checking out the other men’s sexual organs.
“Hey, everybody’s already seen it. Right?” Chris replied with a laugh.
“Yes, we have…” Henry muttered, raising a cup to his lips and taking a drink while he stared at his fellow superhero actor’s notoriously thick cock.
“So what are we doin’ this year, big guy?” Chris asked, reaching out and feeling Cavill’s pecs through his jersey.
Henry smiled at the brothers. “Follow me, lads.” He gestured to them and winked before he set off further into the house.
Following behind the other man provided the Evans bros with a tantalizing view of Cavill’s legendary ass; his jockstrap framing the buttocks nicely while the fabric of his shorts were practically glued to his plump, round flesh.
Henry brought the horny siblings into a room where a group of actors were already assembled and enjoying each other’s company.
There were chairs, cushions and mattresses scattered around with the collection of men in revealing costumes talking, laughing, drinking and eating Halloween candy together. Everyone turned and grinned as they saw Cavill standing there with the Evans boys and admired the siblings’ exposed penises.
“Hey! Now it’s a real party!” Matt Bomer exclaimed as he stared at Chris Evans’ crotch with a hungry glint in his eyes. The handsome actor was wearing a Hawaiian shirt that was unbuttoned and wide open to reveal his smooth, sculpted chest and a pair of matching board shorts.
“Good to see you too. So what’s your costume supposed to be?” Chris asked in response.
“I’m Malibu Ken.” Matt answered, grinning earnestly.
“Very nice…” The older Evans brother remarked while he looked over the other man’s defined abs and pecs. “You look great.” He added with a cheeky smirk.
“Thanks, so do you…” Bomer replied with a wink.
“You guys are just in time to join the fun.” Alexander Skarsgard said as he and his former “True Blood” co-star Ryan Kwanten joined the conversation. Alex was dressed in an ancient Greek-style toga that didn’t cover much of his tall, muscular body, along with a laurel wreath on his head. “We’re about to take turns telling Halloween stories.” The sexy Swede explained.
Ryan was a lifeguard; wearing just a skimpy red speedo and a whistle around his neck, the Aussie clearly didn’t mind showing-off a lot of skin. “You and your brother care to join us?” He inquired, looking over the two siblings.
Chris and Scott smiled at each other before they turned back to the group. “Sure, why not? So what’s the goal? Whoever tells the scariest story, wins?” Chris asked.
“Not quite…” Skarsgard replied with a chuckle. “But I think you’ll get the idea pretty quickly.” He added, stepping close to Matt. “Mailbu Ken here was about to start us off.” He said, sliding one of his hands down the other man’s shorts.
“Yes, I was…” Bomer sighed as his cock and balls were fondled by the statuesque stud.
“Alright, sounds like fun…” The older Evans brother muttered while he watched the gorgeous actor get groped.
“My story is about a man who has to go on a business trip to Europe to meet a mysterious new client. Now this guy, let’s call him ‘Jason’, had to leave his husband behind. And since he and his husband are in a committed, monogamous relationship, Jason hasn’t had many chances to get off since he left on his trip.” Matt explained.
“So this guy has a bad case of ‘blue-balls’.” Kwanten interjected with a smirk.
“Precisely.” Bomer replied. “And to make things worse; by the time he finally reaches the client’s lavish mansion he was caught in a thunderstorm and it’s already after nightfall. But the client greets him at the front door and this is where we begin the story.” He continued as the other men in the room made themselves comfortable.
--
Jason stood in the doorway soaking wet while he pounded on the front door. He still couldn’t believe his bad luck as the cold rain poured down on him. Suddenly the door opened and a very tall, blonde man was standing in front of him, before he could say anything the man ushered him inside. “I’m terribly sorry about arriving so late.” He immediately apologized once he was out of the wind and rain.
“Ohh, you need not worry about that. You are the new lawyer, correct?” The man replied.
“Yes, I’m Jason Harker.” Jason introduced himself and held out his hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you,--” Before he could finish his sentence the other man cut him off.
“It’s very nice to meet you too, but there’s no need to be so formal. I am Eric and I bid you welcome, Jason, to my house.” The client explained theatrically.
“Uhh, thank you… Eric.” Jason said as he stood in the foyer shivering.
“You’re cold. Come inside, Jason. I have a fire going.” Eric gestured to the other man as he led him into his home.
Jason stood in front of a large fireplace, enjoying the warmth after the cold, rainy night.
“Those clothes are soaked through, you should take them off.” Eric suggested.
Jason looked over at the other man nervously. “Do you, uhh… have anything for me to wear?” He asked as he reached down and gripped the bottom of his shirt.
“No, my clothes would not fit you. But do not worry, Jason. I do not mind if you disrobe.” Eric replied bluntly.
Jason felt confused, even though the other man’s clothes would be too big for him they would still cover him up. But despite his apprehension about getting undressed in front of this stranger he still felt compelled to oblige.
Jason lifted up his wet shirt and stripped it off and then dropped his pants, standing in front of the roaring fire in only a pair of boxer shorts. When he looked back over at his host the man was holding a bottle of wine in one hand and a glass in the other.
“Care for a drink?” Eric asked, smiling at his guest.
“Sure.” Jason accepted the offer, suddenly feeling parched. He watched the other man pour a single glass and then hand it to him. “Thanks. You not havin’ any?” He replied before taking a long swig.
Eric smiled down at the shorter man. “I never drink… wine.” He claimed.
A notification went off on Jason's phone and he had to retrieve it from his pant’s pocket on the floor. “Sorry, that’s probably my husband. I haven’t seen him in days.” He explained. When he took a look at his phone he saw that his husband Matt had sent him a nude photo of his butt with a caption that read; “reminder of what’s waiting for you back home”.
“My, my, my… is that your husband? What a lovely ass.” Eric remarked, suddenly looming over Jason’s shoulder.
Jason was startled and quickly put his phone away in embarrassment. “Yes, it is.” He answered, a bit annoyed that the other man had gawked at his spouse.
“Do you have an ass like that?” Eric inquired audaciously.
“Excuse me?” Jason replied incredulously, shocked at his host’s behaviour.
“I said…” Eric spoke loud and deliberately, staring his guest in the eye. “Do you have an ass like your husband’s?” He asked sternly.
Jason wanted to tell the other man off but instead found himself answering his query. “Mine isn’t as big and round as my husband’s, but it’s still nice and tight.” He blurted-out in response.
Eric smiled deviously. “Show me.” He commanded.
Jason immediately turned around and slipped his underwear down off his legs. He stood there by the fire completely nude and felt the tall man’s presence right behind him. Eric’s cool hands caressed his bare back and slowly made their way down his body, he inhaled sharply when he felt them finally reach his buttocks.
“These are very nice…” Eric whispered directly behind Jason’s ear, cupping the other man’s firm flesh with his palms.
Jason exhaled slowly. “Thank you, but we can’t be doing this… my husband-.” He protested.
“Your husband is not here, Jason.” Eric cut his guest’s objection short. “Only you and I.” He muttered before spinning the other man around to face him.
Jason realized that his host was now naked as well. The tall, blonde stud looked like he had a body carved from marble and was gifted with a penis to match his towering height. He stared up into Eric’s eyes, seeing them practically shine in the firelight. Despite his heart and his conscience telling him to resist this strange man and stay faithful to his husband, Jason suddenly reached out and groped the other man’s pecs; feeling his impressive physique before leaning-in and pressing their lips together.
Eric reciprocated his guest’s action and the two men proceeded to kiss and explore each other’s chests with their fingers. The halflight from the fire shone on their chiseled abs and their stiff nipples, while their fingertips roamed over every inch.
Jason seemed to lose track of time; one minute they were kissing and embracing each other, the next they were down on the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. Down on his hands and knees while his host licked his asshole and kneaded his glutes. “No… this isn’t right. My husband…” He panted, trying to clear the fog from his mind.
Eric moved his head behind Jason’s shoulder and turned his face back to look at him. “You want this, Jason. I know that you do.” He declared, with an authoritative edge to his voice.
Jason wanted to defy him but instead could only give-in, allowing the other man to pleasure him and defile his wedding vows. His eyes shut tight and his mouth opened wide as he felt the man’s tongue lick and flutter against his asshole. “Ohhhh, God!” He gasped.
“God isn’t here…” Eric chuckled to himself as he rose up and guided his erect manhood between his guest’s buttocks and rubbed his tip against the entrance.
Jason briefly thought of his husband back home. “Forgive me, Matt…” He whispered before he was suddenly violated. “Ahhh! Ohh, fuck!” He cursed out loud. He had rarely bottomed in his life, even for his beloved spouse, and the impact of being abruptly filled by this powerful man’s huge cock was almost too much to bear.
Eric’s hands gripped the smaller man’s waist like steel while his towering body began to slam into him again and again.
With each thrust the pain became more and more intense until Jason cried out at the top of his lungs and found the agony turned to ecstasy. His eyes now open fully while he was pummeled excessively.
Jason arched his back and dug his fingers into the rug beneath him. He had never felt such intense, sharp pleasure before and his body instinctively reacted to maximize the sensation.
Eric chuckled as he grit his teeth and plowed into the other man with abandon.
Jason’s eyes rolled back and his jaw hung slack as the pleasure built to it’s crescendo. “Ohhhhhh! Fuuuuuck! Meeeeeeee!” He wailed uncontrollably while his cock shot spurt after spurt of semen.
“Ahhh, yes!” Eric hissed deeply when he climaxed, firing his own hot load into his guest.
Jason felt his host’s mouth on the side of his neck, biting into his throat and then suddenly his vision blurred and he swiftly lost consciousness. When he awoke it was daytime and he was lying on the rug still completely nude. He slowly stood up and got dressed, his memory of last night hazy. He tried to find Eric but after searching through the house he eventually realized he had been abandoned by the other man. Frustrated and left with nothing else to do, Jason decided to head back home as quickly as possible. After once again making the journey he returned to the home he shared with his husband and arrived after nightfall. “Babe, you won’t believe the trip I had!” He called out to his spouse after he let himself into the house. “Babe?” He repeated after not hearing a response. As he walked further into the house he started to hear his husband’s voice coming from upstairs and it sounded like he was groaning in pain. Concerned for the other man’s well-being Jason rushed up the stairs. “Matt! Matt, are you ok?” He shouted anxiously. When he made it to their bedroom and flung the door open he was shocked at the sight before him; his husband Matt on all fours on the bed while Eric was kneeling behind him, both men naked and fucking like animals in heat.
Jason stood in the doorway dumbstruck, staring in disbelief at the scene.
“Ohh hi, honey…” Matt panted, smiling at his spouse like nothing was out of the ordinary. “I met your new boss…” He added casually.
“I told you, Jason…” Eric chuckled, grinning at the other man smugly. “Your husband has a lovely ass!” He exclaimed, giving Matt a loud spank. “Much better than yours!” He laughed cruelly.
“Ohhh! Thank you, sir!” Matt moaned out loud, apparently unfazed by the insult to his husband. He just kept smiling and thrusting his body back into the taller man behind him.
“Wh… why? Why are you doing this?” Jason asked aloud.
“Because I want to.” Eric replied. “I want you to watch while I cum inside your husband.” He proclaimed, moving his hips even quicker.
Despite the humiliation of seeing his partner being fucked by another man, Jason couldn’t help but feel his dick grow hard underneath his pants.
“Oh, yes. You like it, Jason....” Eric spoke softly. “You like watching me fuck your husband.” He grabbed the back of Matt’s head and ran his fingers through his hair while maintaining eye-contact with Jason. “He belongs to me now!” He shouted before suddenly leaning over and bringing his mouth to Matt’s neck.
Jason gasped in alarm as it appeared that Eric bit down on Matt’s throat, but his spouse moaned in ecstasy and shot his load on the sheets beneath him. Jason’s eyes bulged in amazement as Eric lifted his head back up with his mouth wide open and saw the other man’s canine teeth elongated into fangs and covered in blood.
“You both belong to me now…” Eric declared with a devious grin.
--
Matt Bomer finished his story with a dreamy look on his face while he slowly dragged a hand over one of his pecs, feeling his own hard nipple.
Alexander Skarsgard put one of his arms around Matt’s shoulders. “That was a sexy story, my friend. But why do I get the feeling that the scenario you just described was your personal self-insert True Blood fanfic…?” He chuckled.
Bomer blushed. “I mean; can you blame me? The guys on that show were so hot.” He replied.
“Yes, they were…” Skarsgard agreed cheekily before he leaned in and kissed the other man’s lips. The two of them were soon making-out while the others watched.
“Alright, alright. Now it’s my turn!” Someone else’s voice rang out. Dylan O’Brien stepped forward. The young man was wearing a cowboy costume, or at least half of one. He had a wide-brimmed stetson hat and a brown pair of leather chaps and boots but nothing else on. He was accompanied by his former “Teen Wolf” co-star, Tyler Hoechlin.
Tyler was wearing a sexy cop outfit; a police hat and tight vest and shorts all in dark blue. He also had a nightstick hanging off his right hip and a pair of handcuffs on the left.
Dylan smiled as he addressed the crowd. “Ok, so my story takes place in the past. So you know it’s classy. Anyway it starts off with these two high school seniors in, like, the 50’s and they’re alone together in a car parked on a hill overlooking their hometown.” He began to explain.
--
Tyler had an arm around his boyfriend, Dylan, as he was trying to convince him to go all the way with him tonight. “Come on, baby; I know you want it…” He whispered into the other young man’s ear. “This is our last chance to get laid before prom.” He added.
Dylan squirmed uncomfortably in the seat of the convertible. “It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just… if we have sex, it’ll make me a slut.” He replied sheepishly, looking over at the handsome jock in his varsity jacket.
“Yeah, but if we have sex it’ll make me a stud!” Tyler chuckled before leaning his head over and kissing his companion’s lips. He then moved his mouth lower, kissing along Dylan’s jaw and then down his neck.
Dylan moaned as he was turned-on despite his reservations. “Come on, please… can’t we just listen to some music?” He pleaded, reaching a hand out and turning on the radio.
A news anchor’s voice suddenly rang-out in the car. “We repeat; there have been reports of unidentified flying objects seen in the sky over old makeout bluff.” The man announced.
“Hey, we’re at old makeout bluff!” Dylan exclaimed.
“Then how come we’re not making-out?” Tyler commented, lifting up his boyfriend’s shirt and then latching his mouth onto one of his nipples.
“Ohh!” Dylan gasped at the pleasure and instinctively clutched the back of Tyler’s head and ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m serious, Tyler. What if there’s a UFO?” He protested.
“There’s no such thing…” Tyler mumbled in response.
As his boyfriend continued to nibble and suck on his sensitive nipple Dylan tilted his head back and let out a moan. But as he looked up into the night sky he saw a strange, round metallic object with flashing lights along it’s underside float in front of his vision. “Tyler! There’s a flying saucer!” He shouted in alarm.
Tyler begrudgingly lifted his head back up and was shocked to see that his lover was right.
Before either of them could do anything they were bathed in a bright, white light that shone down from the mysterious aircraft above them and they both suddenly lost consciousness.
When Dylan awoke he was lying face-up on what seemed to be a metal platform, he was completely nude and illuminated by a spotlight. The rest of whatever room he was in was pitch-black, he couldn’t see anything beyond the light that was directed down on him. “W-where am I?” He called out in fear. He found that he couldn’t move, despite there being no visible restraints that held him in place he couldn’t move his arms and legs. “What’s happening!?” He shouted to his unseen captors.
“Begin the procedure.” A voice spoke-out. The voice was loud and clear but also emotionless.
Dylan wasn’t completely sure if he heard the voice with his ears or if it was only in his head, as if something or someone was broadcasting thoughts directly into his mind. Regardless of where the voice came from Dylan abruptly raised his legs up and spread them apart slightly. “What’s happening!?” He screamed again in terror.
“Administer the anal probe.” The unknown voice intoned coldly.
Dylan whimpered helplessly as he heard a mechanical whirring sound grow closer.
A phallic, metal object came out of the darkness between his legs and pressed against Dylan’s vulnerable anus.
“No! Please, not that!” The young man begged in a panic. If anyone could hear him it didn’t end-up mattering as the object was soon pushed past his virginal sphinctre. “Ohhhhh, God!” He cried out, choking a little at the sudden violation.
The metal shaft began moving back and forth like a piston, slowly at first and then gaining momentum.
Dylan winced and started panting as he felt his asshole get fucked for the first time in his life, and his flaccid penis gradually grew to full erection.
“Note how the human male’s genitalia becomes engorged when his prostate gland is stimulated.” The voice described.
Dylan blushed and tried to force himself to move, but his limbs remained frozen in place. He could feel the unknown shaft vibrating inside him as it pounded away at his inexperienced hole. “Please... please stop...” He pleaded despite the intense physical pleasure he was receiving.
“Note how the human male’s genitalia begins to pulsate.” The voice continued.
Dylan looked down at his dick and saw that it was true; his stiff shaft was throbbing from the forced fucking. He felt humiliated and pathetic.
“Increase the velocity.” The voice said before the probe’s movements became even quicker and more forceful.
“Ohhh, God! Please stop!” Dylan groaned. He could feel himself building towards an unwanted orgasm and desperately wished this violation would end.
“Note how with increased stimulation the human male approaches sexual climax.” The voice declared in a neutral tone. “Deactivate the anal probe.” The voice added.
For a moment it seemed to the young man like his wish had been granted. The foreign object lodged inside of him was slowly withdrawn and he laid there panting while his stiff penis continued to throb.
“Bring in the other human.” The unknown voice suddenly instructed.
“W-what?” Dylan asked apprehensively.
Tyler stepped forth from the darkness where the probe had once been and stood in the light around Dylan. The muscular jock was completely nude, fully erect and had a blank expression on his face as if he was in a daze.
“Tyler! Tyler, what did they do to you!?” Dylan shouted as he looked at his boyfriend in fear.
The other man didn’t respond in any way, he merely stood between Dylan’s spread legs breathing heavily while drops of sweat dripped down his chest.
“Begin copulating with the other human.” The mysterious voice directed.
With no change in demeanour Tyler grabbed Dylan’s thighs and pushed his hard cock into the helpless young man’s asshole.
“Ohhh, fuck!” Dylan gasped, his abused anus stretching once again. He felt his boyfriend’s girth fill him and start to slide back and forth.
Tyler put his strong, sculpted physique to good use, driving his manhood into his lover at full force with hard, graceful pumps of his hips.
Dylan laid there and whimpered at the pleasure; despite not being able to move as fast as the machine that preceded him, the warmth and the texture of skin-to-skin contact with Tyler’s penis made getting fucked by him much more gratifying.
“Note how the heart rate of the two humans increases while they copulate.” The voice proclaimed.
“Tyler…” Dylan moaned as he looked up at his boyfriend’s handsome face. “Tyler, please… I need you...” He panted.
Tyler continued to fuck his boyfriend with an almost robotic finesse, his balls swinging back and forth every time he plunged his shaft in deep.
“Tyler, please... fuck me. I need you, Tyler... fuck me...” Dylan started to babble. His fear and humiliation had turned to acceptance and craving, and now he could only focus on getting fucked by the sexy jock.
Tyler’s eyes stared down at Dylan’s face and a look of recognition flickered in his gaze for a moment. He began grunting while he thrust his hips even harder than before, pummeling his lover’s buttocks loudly.
“Yes… yes!” Dylan exclaimed. He smiled up at the other man weakly. “Keep fucking me, I want your cum inside me!” He pleaded shamelessly.
Tyler’s mouth dropped open and he let out a deep growl as he orgasmed. He continued bucking his hips as he shot his load into the smaller man.
Dylan closed his eyes and let the pleasure wash over him. Spurts of cum erupted from his own dick and coated his abs while he felt his boyfriend’s semen flood his ass. “Ohh yes, Tyler… It feels so good.” He muttered quietly.
Tyler leaned over his lover, panting and dripping sweat down on him as he recovered from the intense climax.
Both of the young men abruptly lost consciousness once again at that point. When they awoke they were back in the convertible parked on top of the hill, but now they were both nude.
Dylan blinked and rubbed his eyes before looking around. “W-what happened?” He mumbled in confusion.
“I don’t know…” Tyler groaned, rubbing the side of his head.
“Where did the UFO go?” Dylan wondered, looking up at the sky.
“I have no clue.” Tyler replied, checking to make sure the car still worked.
“And where are our clothes?” Dylan inquired, looking around the vehicle.
“I don’t know that either...” Tyler answered bluntly.
“Well what do you think happened?” Dylan asked as he leaned into the back seat, looking for their missing clothing.
“I don’t know!” Tyler snapped in frustration. He looked over at his boyfriend’s cute ass and saw cum dripping down between the cheeks. “I’ll tell you what I do know…” He said, a sly grin spreading across his face. “I finally got laid tonight…” He chuckled, grabbing the other young man’s round asscheeks and giving them a good squeeze.
“Is that really important to you right now?” Dylan responded with exasperation.
“Yes… it is.” Tyler declared happily before he stuck his face between Dylan’s glazed buns.
--
Dylan O’Brien’s dick was sticking out in front of him from his crotchless outfit. “And that’s my story.” He concluded with a smile, reaching down to give himself a few strokes.
“That was hot.” Tyler Hoechlin said, putting an arm around his former co-star and giving him a pat on the butt.
“It was not bad.” Chris Evans interjected, his own manhood fully erect.
“Oh, yeah? You got a story for us, Captain?” Hoechlin asked with a smirk.
Evans took a step forward. “Yes, I do.” He replied.
All eyes were on the Captain America stud as he addressed the group; most of them glancing down at his impressive cock, some even licking their lips at the thought of swallowing it.
“This is a story about forbidden lust and what happens when you deny your deepest urges.” Chris started to explain. “It’s about a guy, we’ll call him ‘Chris’, whose brother went missing. The brother vanished mysteriously over a year ago and Chris moved into his brother’s old house, the last place anyone saw him.” He grinned as he set the scene.
The rest of the men were attentively listening to the older Evans brother, eager to hear his idea of a sexy Halloween fantasy.
“And this is where the story begins.” Chris started in earnest.
--
Chris walked into his brother’s old bedroom. It still didn’t feel right thinking of this place as something that used to belong to his brother, he still held out hope that he would see Scott again. He sat on the bed and looked at the framed photo sitting on the nightstand. It was an image of him and Scott standing together, smiling, an arm around each other’s shoulders. Looking at it reminded Chris of how much he missed his younger sibling, but it also brought back a feeling that he tried to suppress; lust. He turned away from the photo, feeling guilty. For years he had struggled with repressed urges of a sexual nature towards his brother. It always felt so wrong in his mind to have carnal desires for someone who was his own flesh-and-blood, but he could never deny that Scott was a very handsome man. Chris had never acted on these desires but had often fought to keep them under control. Ironically after his brother went missing he began to wonder if he should have expressed these desires to Scott and if it was too late now. Alone in the room with his thoughts he felt his blood start to flow south as he reflected on his experiences with his younger brother. He remembered all the time they spent together working-out at the local gym and then his thoughts wandered to a particular incident in the gym showers. Usually the two of them would shower apart from each other after a workout, but that day they were alone in the locker room and Scott had decided to use the showerhead next to him. Chris remembered how anxious he felt standing next to his brother while they both lathered their nude bodies. His dick became semi-hard and it took all of his willpower to keep it from growing fully erect that day. Now however, as he sat on his brother’s old bed and reminisced he found himself unable to keep from getting a hard-on. Giving in to his arousal, Chris undid his fly and pulled out his stiff cock. He sighed gently as he gave it a few strokes.
“Scott…” Chris breathed out quietly. His hand moved up and down his shaft and he closed his eyes to focus on the pleasure. “I miss you, little brother.” He muttered, gripping himself more firmly. It felt so good to finally acknowledge his darkest desires and his manhood throbbed in his hand. “Fuck…” He moaned, bringing himself closer to climax. Chris reached his other hand up under his shirt and pinched one of his nipples. “Scott!” He shouted as he went over the edge, cum bursting forth from his cockhead and falling to the floor. After his orgasm subsided he put his dick back in his pants and felt almost embarrassed of what he had done. Looking back over at the photo he exhaled wistfully; “I miss you, little brother.”
“I missed you too, big brother.” Scott’s voice suddenly spoke-out.
Chris jumped up off the bed and turned to face the other way. There in the middle of the room his sibling stood, completely nude, smiling at him.
“Scott! W-what? Where have you been?” Chris blurted-out incredulously.
“Aren’t you happy to see me, big bro?” Scott asked, grinning cheekily and holding out his arms.
“Of course I am.” Chris replied, quickly rushing over and throwing his arms around the other man. He held his brother close, placing a hand on the back of his head. “I missed you so much.” He whispered.
“I know, Chris. I just saw how much you missed me.” Scott chuckled, rubbing his older sibling’s broad back with one hand while the other caressed his waist.
Chris pulled his head back and looked at his brother in shock. “Scott, I’m sorry... I--” He started to babble defensively.
Scott laughed. “Don’t apologize, Chris. You didn’t do anything I haven’t done countless times while thinking of you.” He brazenly admitted.
Chris’ eyes widened in shock and he took a step back. “Scott, what the fuck? That’s sick! We’re brothers!” He exclaimed reactively.
Scott’s grin widened further. “I know you’ve had those urges, Chris. I just watched you act on them for the first time. Don’t be ashamed, big brother; giving in to your deepest… darkest desires will set you free.”
Chris blushed, if it weren’t for his beard his cheeks would be a rosy shade of pink. “Scott, where have you been? What happened to you?” He asked cautiously, backing away slowly.
The younger man reached down and stroked his cock in front of his brother, getting it hard. “I know you want me, Chris…” He moaned, making eye-contact with his sibling. “I want you too.” He held up his other hand and beckoned with his index finger for Chris to come closer.
Chris had never felt so conflicted in his life, so torn between what he wanted physically and what he was taught to believe was right. Despite having recently orgasmed he still felt his penis swell to full erection once again. Unable to resist any longer he tore his shirt off and stripped out of his pants and underwear as quickly as possible.
Scott chuckled deviously with an excited grin on his face and gestured again to his brother.
Chris rushed to his brother once more and this time the two men pressed their nude bodies together and kissed, rubbing their cocks together while they explored each other’s mouths with their tongues. With all inhibitions cast aside their hands roamed all over one another’s warm, hairy muscles with an intense need.
“Doesn’t it feel good to give-in? To surrender to your lust?” Scott inquired when Chris moved his mouth to nibble along his jawline. His hand moved down his brother’s back and groped his buttocks, slipping a few fingers between the firm cheeks.
“Yes! Yes!” Chris grunted, licking Scott’s throat and pumping his hips forcefully to really grind their dicks together.
“I have learned to embrace my deepest, darkest desires, big brother. And soon he will teach you too...” Scott muttered cryptically.
“Who?” Chris asked, lifting his head and looking at his younger sibling in confusion.
Scott did not respond, he merely smiled knowingly.
It was then that Chris realized the two of them were no longer standing in Scott’s bedroom, they were somewhere else entirely. “Where are we?” He asked, looking around in bewilderment. They were in a room that looked like a cross between a leather fetish club’s backroom and a medieval torture chamber. “What’s happening? What is this place?” Chris demanded answers.
“This is where I learned the power of rejecting society’s taboos and obeying only your own libido. I’ve wanted you to join me here for so long, Chris…” Scott replied, kissing his brother’s lips tenderly while they continued to frot. “Now he’ll teach you too.” He whispered.
“Who!? Who taught you?” Chris exclaimed, pushing his sibling away.
“I did.” A man’s voice called-out strongly from behind.
Chris turned and saw the most gorgeous, masculine, powerful man he had ever seen standing a few feet away from him. He was wearing nothing but a pair of leather boots and a harness on his chest, all in black with silver studs. His massive body seemed to be sculpted from marble and dusted with dark hair, and his huge cock was standing out stiffly from between his thick thighs. After gawking at the man’s immaculate physique and impressive genitals Chris looked up at his handsome face. The stranger had stubble across his cheeks and jawline and a prominent mustache.
“I see you have already yielded to your most forbidden urges.” The unknown man remarked.
“Yes, he has.” Scott interjected, wrapping his arms around his brother from behind and placing a kiss on his shoulder.
Chris didn’t speak, he merely stared at the other man in awe.
“Good.” The stranger replied, his lips curling into a devilish smirk. “Now your training can begin.” He declared.
Suddenly chains flung themselves through the air towards Chris and shackled his wrists and ankles. “Ahhh!” He cried-out in alarm as his limbs were spread and his body was hoisted into the air. “What is happening?!” He shouted desperately.
The stranger stepped in front of the bound man and grabbed his erection, gripping it tightly. “Your indoctrination…” He growled menacingly.
“Who are you? What… are you?” Chris panted, his chest rising and falling.
The man grinned wickedly. “An explorer in the further regions of experience. A demon to some, an angel to others.” He explained enigmatically.
Chris’ mouth hung open and his furry pecs heaved while he breathed heavily. “Why… why are you doing this to me?” He asked falteringly.
The demon stared up into the helpless man’s eyes. “Because you want me to.” He answered, squeezing his manhood hard in his grip.
Chris hissed in pain at the harsh treatment of his penis, but a clear fluid began to dribble out of his cockhead.
“No precum please, it’s a waste of good ejaculate.” The demon said before he abruptly slid a metal sounding rod down his urethra.
“Ohhhh!” Chris screamed in shock at the sudden intrusion. He had never experimented with kinks like this before.
“Don’t worry, Chris. You’ll learn to love it soon enough…” Scott assured his brother as he massaged his asscheeks, eventually sticking his face in between and lapping at his sibling’s sweaty hole.
“Yes... you will.” The demon added assertively while he stroked Chris’ rigid shaft.
“Ohh, fuck me…” Chris wailed, lamenting his current predicament.
“All in due time.” The demon chuckled cruelly.
From that point forward Chris was subjected to a battery of sexual humiliations and fetishistic experiences; all inflicted upon him by the mysterious, Godlike being, along with his own beloved brother acting as the demon’s attendant in the ways of depravity. Time lost all meaning as he lost count of how many times he was flogged, edged, bound, or violated in some new way. Constantly having sex acts forced on him or being forced to perform them on the other two men.
Eventually Chris was tied to a rack with his legs spread wide and his hands restrained above his head. The demon was raping him with a foreign object, a long black rod like a policeman’s nightstick, while Scott rubbed his pectorals and played with his nipples.
“Doesn’t that feel good…?” Scott whispered into his brother’s ear as he watched in delight while the ebony shaft was thrust back and forth inside Chris’ ass.
Chris couldn’t form words, he could only moan in response.
“Oh, he enjoys it…” The demon said, looking at Chris’ throbbing cock and heavy balls.
Something in Chris finally broke. “Yes!” He shouted. “Yes, I do! I love it! I fucking love it!” He hollered emphatically, his manhood pulsing in anticipation.
“Then enjoy it!” The demon exclaimed, finally removing the sounding rod.
Chris’ dick immediately exploded with pent-up release; rope after rope of thick semen shot forth all over his chest and face. “Fuck yeah!” He howled in ecstasy. Afterwards the demon unbound his hands and Chris started to clean his beard, licking-up the cum that had landed in his beard.
Scott eagerly ate as much spunk as he could off his brother’s pecs, suckling on his nipples in the process.
The mysterious figure dragged a finger up along Chris’ abs, collecting some more of his seed. He locked eyes with Chris and the two men stared at each other while he slid his finger into his mouth and sucked down the ejaculate. “There is nothing sweeter than a man who has been freshly broken.” He declared.
Chris nodded his head solemnly. “Thank you, you were right… I did want this.” He replied. The two men brought their faces together in a passionate kiss and held each other. It was then that Chris realized that this man was no longer a demon to him, he was an angel.
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Chris Evans stood in front of the group of actors with his manhood rigid and begging for attention. “And that, gentleman... is my story.” He ended with a proud smirk on his face.
“Wow…” Matt Bomer sighed gently. He had stripped out of his board shorts and his own shaft was stiff and throbbing.
As a matter-of-fact all the men had pulled out their dicks and were fully erect and ready to fuck after listening to the older Evans brother’s arousing tale.
“That was a fuckin’ great story, man.” Tyler Hoechlin remarked as Dylan O’Brien kissed his neck and fondled his balls.
“Yes, you really outdid yourself.” Henry Cavill added, reaching over and caressing Chris’ shoulder. “Was that ‘demon’ character based on anyone in particular?” He asked, flashing a naughty smile at the other man.
The Captain America star smirked knowingly. “He may have been based on a certain sex demon I know.” He joked.
“Well it sounds like you won our little contest, Chris. How should we celebrate?” Alexander Skarsgard asked while he grabbed a handful of Matt’s ass.
The older Evans laughed and put a hand on his hip. “Ohh, I think we all know how we should celebrate. How about we get this party really started, huh guys?” He proclaimed.
“Yeah!” The men collectively cheered before they started enjoying a buffet of carnal pleasures with each other.
Chris got on his hands and knees with Scott laying face-up beneath him. The two brothers began kissing as the elder sibling slid his thick cock into the younger one’s eager hole.
Henry Cavill squatted behind Chris and plunged his massive manhood into the other man’s iconic ass. “I’ll show you a sex demon…” He whispered into Chris’ ears. Cavill grabbed Evans’ shoulders and began plowing away; his big, hairy balls swinging back-and-forth as he pounded into his fellow superhero stud without mercy.
Scott groped his brother’s pecs firmly and felt their dicks rub together from the impact of Henry’s thrusts. He moaned into Chris’ mouth at the pleasure.
The older Evans bro was in Heaven, it felt amazing to get fucked hard by Cavill while frotting with his sexy younger brother.
On the other side of the room Alexander Skarsgard and Ryan Kwanten were tag-teaming Matt Bomer. Alex had his notoriously long cock embedded in Matt’s tight ass while the handsome “Magic Mike” heartthrob was sucking Ryan’s Aussie cock.
It was fitting that Bomer was dressed like a Ken doll because the two “True Blood” studs were using him like a sex toy; Skarsgard was hammering his round, bouncy butt while Kwanten was making him choke on his dick. The horny actor endured it all willingly, relishing the experience of being abused by these men.
Alex and Ryan laughed and while they spit-roast the insatiable slut between them, the two of them thrusting their hips in rhythm with each other.
“Just like the good old days, eh mate?” Kwanten chuckled, giving his buddy a wink.
Meanwhile Dylan O’Brien was on a mattress with his face down and his ass up in the air while Tyler Hoechlin was behind him plundering his firm, round peach. “Ohhhh, fuuuuuck…” He moaned salaciously, his eyes rolling back in his head as his favourite fuckbuddy nailed his prostate over and over.
Tyler grinned and grit his teeth, putting all his energy into savagely pummeling his lover’s ass as deep and hard as possible. He loved nothing more than to sink his prick into Dylan and hear him moan and whimper in ecstasy.
“Ohhh… that’s it, man. Fuck my hooooole!” O’Brien whimpered shamelessly, enjoying every second of getting pounded into delirium.
“Hell yeah!” Hoechlin grunted, feeling his balls slap against the smaller man with each thrust.
All around the room the men were enthralled in the bliss of sexual pleasure. Sweat dripped down their skin and clung to any remnants of their costumes that they still had on. One-by-one each man reached climax and soon the room was filled with the sound of their combined euphoria. Cum was shot on, in and all over every man until every testicle was exhausted and then they collapsed together into heaps of male bodies.
“Well I gotta’ say guys, that was one Hell of a display!” A man suddenly proclaimed.
The other actors turned and saw Ryan Reynolds in the corner of the room. He was nude and had just jacked-off into a jack-o’-lantern.
“You were there the whole time?” Chris Evans asked, chuckling.
“That’s right!” Reynolds declared. “Happy Halloween everybody!”
