Adventures In The Dungeon 6

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 Chris Pine had come to the Dungeon at the request of another man. Immediately after arriving he headed downstairs to the BDSM section and met with the man who brought him here; Michael Fassbender.

Fassbender greeted Pine dressed in a leather daddy outfit, a vest, chaps and boots, all in black. His long penis was already semi-erect as it hung from his exposed crotch.

Chris bit his lip as he looked over the other man and admired his sinewy body and impressive manhood. “Hey there.” He said, smiling nervously.

“I’m glad to see you arrived on time, I love a man who follows my instructions.” Michael replied, grinning smugly. “Come along.” He added, gesturing for him to follow.

Pine watched his toned ass flex as he was led into one of the private rooms. Inside the room another man was waiting for them.

James McAvoy was standing in the corner completely nude, cupping his genitals with both hands.

“Hello?” Chris said to James, confused as to why he was here. Fassbender hadn’t mentioned that anyone else would be with them today, he made it sound like it was just going to be the two of them.

“Don’t mind him.” Michael interjected. “That’s just my cuck.” He chuckled softly.

McAvoy didn’t react in any way, he only continued to stand there and cover his privates.

“Ok…” Pine replied, accepting the situation. He was determined to comply with whatever Fassbender wanted.

“Good. Now take off your clothes.” Michael instructed before he turned to one of the walls and began preparing some restraints.

Chris quickly undressed, practically throwing his clothes off to free his bare skin. As soon as he was totally naked he turned and saw there was a St. Andrews’ Cross set up for him.

Fassbender grinned as his companion stepped forward. “Time for some fun…” He teased him before grabbing his face and pulling him in for a kiss.

Soon Pine was bound to the x-shaped piece of equipment, his feet and arms apart as his wrists and ankles were shackled in place. He took a deep breath as the realization of just how vulnerable he was washed over him.

Michael stood in front of the other man and touched his chest, running a couple of fingers over one of his nipples. “How do you feel?” He asked, a superior smirk on his handsome face.

“I feel… exposed…” Chris answered honestly. He couldn’t deny how helpless he felt in this position, even though he had come here willingly and knowing what Fassbender intended to do.

Michael could plainly see the touch of apprehension in the other man’s bright blue eyes and his devious smile widened.

Pine looked down at Fassbender’s bare crotch, idolizing how long his penis is. Some men shave their pubic hair in an effort to make their manhood seem bigger, but with Fassbender that was absolutely unnecessary; his shaft of flesh extended out from his hairy groin more than enough to make most men envious. Chris’ gaze then moved to his own genitals and he felt the sting of inadequacy. While his dick may be of respectable size to the average man, it paled in comparison to the hung stud in front of him.

Michael chuckled proudly as he watched Pine’s facial expressions change, knowing what was going through his mind. “So what was it you were saying about your penis being a ‘match’ for mine?” He taunted, referring to a claim the other man had made in an interview about the full-frontal nudity in his latest movie.

Chris’ beard couldn’t hide the fact that he was blushing. “Well… I uhh… said; ‘I’d certainly match him’. When I was talking about our… well, our nude scenes…” He mumbled in response.

“Ahh!” Fassbender interrupted. “You could ‘certainly’ match me.” He replied. The Irish-German actor took a step closer and pressed his hips forward, rubbing their cocks together.

Pine swallowed nervously as he felt the other man’s stiff prick grind against him, causing him to quickly reach full erection as well. It was obvious how much larger Michael’s penis was and he felt haunted by his past claim.

Fassbender’s face was lit-up with a conceited smile, there was no better way to demonstrate his superiority than with direct cock-on-cock sex.

From the corner of the room James McAvoy continued to watch in silence, his eyes currently focused on Michael’s ass. He watched the dominant stud swivel his hips rhythmically against the bound man’s pelvis and imagined how pleasurable it must feel. Nonetheless he remained still, holding his own genitals in his hands.

Fassbender kept goading his restrained companion. “Do you still think you could match me?” He asked, looking down at their combined manhood.

Chris had never felt so humiliated as he did in this moment. In Hollywood’s sexual underground he was always “that other Chris, the non-Marvel one”. He could never compare with the real Chrises, the hunky, beefcake super-studs; Evans, Hemsworth and Pratt. They were more handsome, more muscular and more hung than he ever was. Being in their shadow had given Pine an inferiority complex that he stupidly tried to assuage with his claim of “matching” the infamously well-endowed Michael Fassbender. Now bound in The Dungeon by the very man he had disrespected, he had to admit out loud how wrong he was. “No.” He finally answered.

“No, what?” Michael replied, wanting him to fully admit his mistake.

“No, I can’t match you. I don’t even come close.” Pine admitted, hanging his head in shame.

Fassbender grinned from ear-to-ear, he thought it would take longer to break the man’s ego and mold him into his new submissive plaything. He was pleasantly surprised to see how quickly the other man surrendered his masculinity. “You should apologize for your mistake.” He chided him.

“I’m sorry.” Chris immediately replied. “I should have never compared myself to you.” He added, still avoiding eye-contact with the other man.

“It’s alright.” Michael said, running his hands over Pine’s firm body before reaching up and grabbing his face. “You can make it up to me.” He whispered before pulling him into a kiss.

Fassbender unlocked Chris’ restraints and had him turn around before shackling his wrists and ankles once again.

Now Pine was facing the wall, with his bare ass pointed at the other man. He took a deep breath, knowing what would soon happen next.

Michael knelt down behind Chris and grabbed his ass, giving it a good squeeze before sticking his face between the cheeks and licking his taint.

Pine gasped as he felt the warm, wet tongue slide up along his perineum and over his anus before travelling back down again to his scrotum.

Fassbender then licked his lips, enjoying the salty taste of the man’s perspiration. “You’re sweating quite a bit, nervous?” He asked, still smirking behind the other man’s back.

“Yes.” Chris admitted, starting to breathe a bit heavier. Beads of sweat ran down his forehead and eventually collected in his beard.

Michael stood back up and rubbed his cockhead against the helpless man’s asshole. “Good. You should be.” He stated bluntly.

James McAvoy watched in envious rapture as Fassbender thrust his hips forward and slid his cock into Pine.

Chris shut his eyes and cried out in alarm, the shock of suddenly being penetrated sending a ripple through his body. “Ohh God!” He grunted.

Michael chuckled in self-satisfaction. “We’re just getting started…” He teased.

McAvoy couldn’t help but bite his bottom lip while he watched Fassbender plow away at Pine’s ass, the way his hard glutes flexed with each thrust was practically hypnotic.

Chris grit his teeth as he felt his asshole stretch and contract around the other man’s prick and he shivered with pleasure every time his prostate was prodded by that long shaft.

Michael continued to swing his hips and revel in the joy of dominating another man. The sound of his submissive lover’s moaning and panting swelled his pride and drove him to fuck with even more speed and intensity.

James listened to the sound of Fassbender’s pelvis slamming against the other man repeatedly and Pine’s heavy breathing as he endured the harsh fucking, and let out a soft sigh. He yearned to be the one bound for his X-Men co-star’s enjoyment, but he obediently remained in place and suppressed his craving for the other man’s hard flesh.

Chris could feel the pressure in his penis building and he knew he was close to cumming, every tap to his sweet spot sending him closer to the edge.

Michael felt his companion’s asshole tighten around his manhood and he chuckled deviously. “Want me to fill your arse?” He asked tauntingly.

“Yes! Yes please!” Pine begged, moaning in desperation.

Fassbender increased the force of his thrusts, driving the full-length of his prick up the other man’s ass again and again. Soon he was on the brink of climaxing as well.

James watched reverently as the two men reached the peak of ecstasy.

Michael threw his head back and bellowed with pleasure as he shot his load into the other man.

Chris’ chest heaved and his limbs struggled against his bonds while his body spasmed. Semen spurted out of his cockhead and dribbled down his shaft while he was unable to touch himself.

After a moment Fassbender began to kiss the back of Pine’s neck. “I forgive you…” He whispered into the man’s ear.

Chris was still panting as he recovered from the orgasm, sweat streaming down his body. “Thank you, sir… I… I promise I won’t disrespect you again...” He huffed raggedly, struggling to catch his breath.

Michael chuckled and spanked his new plaything’s ass while he pulled his cock out. “Good boy, that’s what I like to hear.”

McAvoy had watched the entire scene unfold without pleasuring himself once, remaining loyal to his duty as a cuckold despite the almost overwhelming temptation to give in to his carnal urges.

Fassbender looked to the corner of the room and smiled at his cuck, showing him his approval before he gestured for him to come over.

Pine gasped again when he suddenly felt another man’s tongue lapping at his asshole. He quickly realized that James was now on his knees licking the cum directly out of his ass.

Michael rested a hand on McAvoy’s shoulder while he watched him eat his seed out of the other man’s well-fucked hole. “That’s it, eat it all up. You’ve earned this.” He told his obedient lover.

Chris closed his eyes as he enjoyed the feel of the other man’s tongue on his body and finally started to catch his breath.

Fassbender leaned in and whispered in Pine’s ear once again. “I hope you had fun, because you belong to me now.” His seductive voice purred.

Chris began to fantasize about what it will be like being Michael’s sex toy and his lips curled upward into a delirious grin. It looked like there was a silver lining to his humiliation after all.

The Celebrity Challenge - Part 5

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Compromised S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent

This is my first story about fictional characters instead of the actors who portray them on film and television.

Phil Coulson sat down in a leather-padded chair. He was in a secret interrogation facility, sitting alone in front of the transparent side of a two-way mirror. In the adjacent room was a compromised S.H.I.E.L.D. agent; Grant Ward. Agent Ward had been caught red-handed attempting to send stolen documents to an unknown party. After being apprehended by fellow S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives, Ward was immediately taken to an undisclosed location before any of his teammates became aware of his arrest. Coulson was soon notified of the situation and sent to supervise Ward’s interrogation.

The room Grant was being held in was bare except for two metal posts that stretched from the floor to the ceiling. Grant stood in-between these posts; his left wrist and ankle handcuffed to one of them and his right wrist and ankle handcuffed to the other, standing there spread-eagle and completely helpless. He was facing the mirror but was blindfolded; he assumed someone was watching him, but was unaware that that someone was only a few feet in front of him, on the other side of his own reflection. The blindfold was the only thing Grant was wearing; he had been stripped nude before being cuffed to the posts. Coulson looked over the young man’s exposed body. To say that Ward kept himself in good shape would be understatement. There was virtually no body fat on him, his sinewy, muscular frame was toned and defined. The swell of his pectorals were firm and smooth and his chiseled abs had only a small amount of hair that connected to his thin treasure trail. That trail led into his very neatly trimmed pubes. Grant’s manhood was a thick piece of meat, five inches long while soft and with a low-hanging pair of balls that he kept waxed smooth.

Coulson felt his own member grow hard as he examined Ward.

The single door into the interrogation room opened and Coulson watched as Steve Rogers, more commonly known as Captain America, walked in. Due to the nature of the stolen documents the leader of the Avengers himself had been called in to interrogate agent Ward.

Coulson couldn’t help but take in a deep breath when he saw Steve enter the room. Captain America had always been his idol, but ever since meeting him in the flesh Phil could no longer deny to himself that he had a strong sexual attraction to the first Avenger. Coulson’s penis grew fully erect and made a tent in his pants.

Rogers closed the door behind him and stood behind Grant. Cap was in his civilian clothes. He was wearing a white t-shirt that barely managed to stretch across his broad shoulders and had noticeable sweat stains around the armpits. He also wore a leather belt around his pants which had been tucked into his army boots. “Agent Grant Ward…” Cap spoke aloud.

Grant straightened his back what little he could when he recognized the voice.

“You realize who I am, agent Ward?” Cap made it sound more like a statement than a question.

“Yes sir, I do, Captain Rogers.” Ward answered respectfully.

“And you realize why I’m here?”

“Yes sir, I do.”

Alone in the viewing room, Coulson could hear what was going on in the other room perfectly. He watched as Captain America continued to inform agent Ward of the severity of the situation he was in and Ward continued to acknowledge that he understood what was happening. Phil removed his jacket and tie, and placed them on a table next to him; he then unbuttoned his shirt and opened his fly. Reaching into his pants, Coulson opened his boxers and pulled out his erection.

“I’m going to have to punish you for this betrayal, agent Ward.” Rogers said as he undid his belt buckle.

Coulson could see Grant’s penis twitch as he heard Cap remove his belt.

Holding it like a whip, Steve raised his arm up high and then brought the leather strap down hard against Ward’s bare buttocks.

Grant’s muscles tensed and he suppressed a grunt when the belt smacked his ass.

Cap continued to flog Ward’s rear end, each time using more force than the last.

Coulson watched as each strike caused the young S.H.I.E.L.D. agent’s dick to grow harder, until he eventually reached full erection.

Rogers stopped when he noticed Grant’s stiff prick. He looked at the restrained man with contempt. “Are you a Mary, agent Ward?”

“No one says Mary anymore, sir.” Grant stated.

“Then what do they say these days, agent Ward?” Cap responded.

“They say faggot, sir.” Grant replied.

“And are you a faggot, agent Ward?”

“No sir, I am absolutely not.”

Steve looked down at Ward’s trimmed pubic hair and smooth testicles. “What’s with the lack of hair on your privates?”

“It’s how men groom themselves these days, sir.” Grant answered.

“Looks queer to me, in my day a real man had fur around his Johnson.” Cap declared.

“No one says Johnson anymore either, sir.”

Cap was getting irritated and his voice got louder. “And what do they say instead, agent Ward?”

“They say cock, sir.” Grant remained calm while his manhood remained hard.

Rogers slapped Ward with his belt again, harder than ever, leaving a bright red streak across naked man’s firm asscheeks. “Well agent Ward I’m looking at a man with hardly any hair above his cock and nuts as smooth as the day he was born – that is if people still call them nuts, do they agent Ward?”

“Yes sir.” Grant replied.

“Well I see a man with barely any pubic hair and bald nuts, whose cock has gotten hard from being spanked by another man and he’s telling me he’s not a faggot, and I’m telling you I don’t believe him.”

Grant stayed quiet, but beads of sweat began to form on his forehead and in his armpits.

In the observation room Phil was enthusiastically masturbating; this tense exchange between the two studly men was turning him on like nothing else ever had.

Captain Rogers continued to berate agent Ward while whipping his bare ass. Cap also started to sweat more; his pit stains increased in size and a patch of moisture formed between his pecs. Steve took his shirt off, his ripped chest glistening with perspiration.

Coulson sucked in a deep breath when he saw the blonde Adonis’ chest on full display.

Grant’s body was sweating profusely as well. Sweat drops dripped from his armpits down the sides of his torso, while more drops formed on his upper chest and slid across his pecs onto his abs.

Phil tilted his head back and let out a long moan. Nothing had ever excited him so much as what was happening in the other room. As he kept on jerking his cock he seemed to lose track of time, when he next looked into the interrogation room Cap was completely naked. Coulson stared in shock at Captain America’s huge 10 and a half inch long erection. It was thick and veiny with a wet bush of blonde hair surrounding it and the two big, hairy balls below.

Steve removed the blindfold from Ward’s eyes and tied it around his mouth, gagging him.

Grant’s body tensed up and his eyes widened in fear when he saw Cap’s engorged cock.

“I’m going to show you what a faggot you are agent Ward.” Rogers declared in a threatening tone.

Phil could hear the young agent let out a muffled cry of protest, but Coulson himself couldn’t help but shout out; “Yes!”

Cap stood behind Ward, planted his feet wide apart and gripped his shoulders tightly. “This is what happens to faggot traitors!” He thrust his hips forward, plunging his massive prick into Grant’s virgin asshole.

Even through the gag it was obvious Grant was moaning in distress. His face turned red from a mixture of pain and humiliation.

Steve proceeded to fuck Ward without mercy; pummeling the helpless man’s ass, his large hairy testicles slapping against the smaller, smooth ones.

Coulson was standing on his feet, no longer stroking his cock but rather fucking his fist.

Tears rolled down Ward’s eyes at the exact same time that a large drop of pre-cum leaked out of his piss-slit and slid down his rigid shaft.

Phil was breathing heavily and felt his balls tighten up in anticipation of orgasm. He noticed Grant’s balls had down the same.

“Are you ready to feel a real man’s cum in your ass, agent Ward?!” Cap barked.

The young agent tried to yell; “No!” through his gag.

Captain America threw his head back and howled in ecstasy as his cock spayed an immense load of white-hot, all-American cum inside the humiliated fag.

Ward’s cock went off; shooting his spunk all over the glass in front of Coulson.

Phil wished he could lick the sweet nut butter up as he brought himself close to cumming. “Yes! Yes! Ohh God yes!”

Suddenly Coulson woke up. He was lying on his bed, totally nude and drenched in sweat. He had ejaculated in his sleep; his semen was smeared across his stomach and his dick was still half hard.

This was just the latest of many homoerotic dreams about men, especially the men of the Avengers. The first one was simply about Cap; he was alone in a weightlifting room, completely nude and pumping iron. Coulson watched as Steve’s sculpted body became covered in sweat and his mouth watered at the thought of licking him clean. The second dream was about Thor; the god of thunder was, to use a very apt term, in the buff. His hammer Mjolnir was on the ground with the handle sticking up in the air. Thor spread his legs and squatted over it, slowly lowering himself until the handle penetrated his anus and Coulson watched as he fucked himself on it. The dreams continued to escalate in homoerotic content, soon he was dreaming about the men having sex with each other and each fantasy turned him on more than the last. The other night he dreamt about Tony Stark, Bruce Banner and agent Fitz having a conversation about theoretical high-energy… something exceedingly scientific that Coulson didn’t understand. It didn’t matter because it wasn’t long before they all decided to take their clothes off and shove their tongues up each other’s asses. But this newest dream was different; it wasn’t just the first one that made Coulson ejaculate, it made him feel different too. It was like this one had proven to him that these fantasies really were a reflection of built-up homosexual desires. Phil rubbed his forehead and tried to make sense of these strange but exciting new feelings. Still feeling tired, he decided to go back to sleep and hope to figure out what was happening to him another time. But as he started to doze off again he couldn’t help but wonder what might happen in his next dream.