[DISCLAIMERTHIS STORY IS A WORK OF PURE FICTION. THE CHARACTERS DEPICTED ARE IMAGINARY, AND THE LIFESTYLES OF THE CELEBRITIES CHOOSEN ARE SHEER FANTASY. WE DO NOT CLAIM THAT ANY OF THE CELEBS MENTIONED ARE GAY OR BISEXUAL. THIS SERIES WAS INSPIRED BY THE WRITING WORKS OF ("VRAXIS" @HOTMAIL.COM). THE CHARACTERS AND STORY CONCEPT ARE DERIVED FROM HIS 2003 SERIES "GANG BANGING MARIO LOPEZ", AND MY 2005 SERIES "GANG BANGING SHEMAR MOORE". I CONTINUE THIS ADAPTATION WITH HIS PERMISSION! ENJOY!]
_______________________________________________________________ GANG BANGING WILL SMITH-2
Will Smith entered his 60 million dollar mansion with his throat feeling a tad sore after having to suck off 2 men at Paramount Studios. Viper (a former security guard) forced Will to blow him and another Studio guard in Will's million dollar trailer. Will had never felt so humiliated, having to blow a stranger and the man responsible for driving him around the Paramount Lot for a mere 9 dollars an hour. But Will knew better than to refuse servicing the security guard, knowing he was in tight with his tormentor (T-Rex). T-Rex had video of Will's deflowering at the hands of his henchmen, video T-Rex threatened to give to the tabloids if Will didn't do what he said.
Will had spent 15 additional minutes on his knees servicing the Paramount Studio guard. The working man's groin smelled musky with remnants of stale piss. Will had to bury his nose in the man's pubic bush over and over, breathing in his aroma while sucking deeply on his fat 7 inch prod. "aww damn I'mma cum, man..." moaned Tony the guard, spurting warm ropey loads into Will's mouth. Will felt the warm goo flood his mouth, and gulped it down without giving it a second thought.
He walked into his mansion, finding his family (his children Willa and Jaden and his wife (actress) Jada Pinkett Smith) engaged in the family room with the children's caretaker. Jada was in the midst of reading another movie role while her actor children rehearsed parts for the upcoming live movie version of the Tom Hank's classic Toy Story.
Will watched his family as they went about their personal day. He hated to think about what he had to lose if footage of him getting butt fucked by the sadistic T-Rex ever hit the open market. T-Rex could make millions from the tabloids alone, not to mention all the revenue he could get selling the x-rated black market video Online. Will left the family room to spend time with himself, he had to find a way to get T-Rex out of his life. He hated being at the mercy of another man. And if first impressions were any consolation, T-Rex didn't seem like a man who gave any mercy whatsoever.
Will went into the master bathroom, peeling off the clothes he wore from work. His body was in excellent form, having worked out daily for his latest movie (The I Am Legend: Prequel). In it, Will played one of the military scientists responsible for causing an outbreak that nearly caused the extinction of the human race. It was a highly anticipated movie, one sure to give the superstar another smash summer hit.
Will stripped naked, then got into his 10X10 foot shower with the triple jet projector showerheads. His body was exhausted after a long 16 hour shift at work, rushing to finish the movie on schedule. His mind was tired after learning that his onetime encounter with T-Rex and his men may be a lot more intertwined than he first believed. He was still angry with his former buddy Shemar Moore for setting him up with the rapist (as told last chap). After Will's rape, Shemar was very apologetic of the incident, begging for Will's forgiveness. Shemar explained that he had been fucked and pimped out by the big bruiser for months, made to give his body up to paid associates of T-Rex (or whomever the man wanted Moore to whore for) along with other well known celebrities [see Gang Banging Shemar Moore & Gang Banging Mario Lopez for all the details].
Like Will, Shemar had little to no choice but to do as the muscleman wanted, or have his life and career ruined in the tabloids. T-Rex had video of Shemar getting gang banged by groups of men, fucked by dogs, and tortured by Japanese businessmen with electrified anal probes. Rex had made Moore go through his cell phone to see who his biggest named celebrity friends were, names Shemar had hoped to keep hidden.
"But what does he want from me...?" asked Will, thinking of himself.
"If past experience is any indication..., I'd say T-Rex is planning another `Night of the Kings' gala!" said Moore.
"Night of the Kings..., what's that...??" asked Will.
"It's a big event T-Rex holds every year for a large group of friends, associates, underworld types, and other guys he know! They have this huge orgy where all the black men get to fuck anybody T-Rex chose to participate as the entertainment! Last year it was me, Mario Lopez, Tom Wellings, and Garrett Wang. It was wild!"
"You got gang banged by these guys...?" asked Will, horrified.
"Yeah..., then afterwards...well, let's just say I'm locked into service for life..., or until T-Rex decides he don't want to use me anymore!" said Moore, sounding embarrassed and a little thrilled.
Will finished his shower, then toweled himself off before viewing his reflection in the mirror. Time had aged the once Hollywood pretty boy into a distinguished and handsome middle-aged man. Now in his 40's, Will was still being sought after by young starlets hoping to bed the one time rapper.
Will went to bed early that night, his head too heavy to stay up any longer. By the time Jada came up to bed he was fast asleep. Early the next morning he awoke to find his wife missing. "Jay...?" he called, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he slowly got out of bed wearing nothing but his silk boxers. "Jada...??" he called into the intercom, linking all the rooms in the mansion.
"Mrs Smith is not here, sir..." said the voice of one of the family's caretakers. "...she took the children to their rehearsals!"
"Oh, yeah...yeah, right...!" remembered Will, slowly recalling as he scratched his head and made his way into the bathroom. He fished his soft dick from the fly of his boxers and started pissing into the porcelain toilet. He and Jada had their own bathrooms, so he didn't have to worry about splattering the seat with his unfocused stream.
Upon returning to his bedroom, he heard his personal cell phone ring. He rushed to his pants which had been tossed carelessly across one of the lounging chairs that decorated their posh bedroom, and fished out his cell phone. The caller was marked `Private', so Will didn't think twice about answering it. "Hello...?" he said into the phone, trying to sound awake.
"Sup bitch? I heard you met my brother last night!" said the familiar voice of T-Rex, sending icicles up Will's spine. Will found his voice suddenly trapped in his throat. "Viper wanted to make a surprise visit to your house to fuck you this morning, but I discouraged it...!"
"This is my house..., I have kids here...! You can't come here...! You can never come here...!!" warned Will, daringly.
"Relax bitch..., don't get yur panties in a bunch!" said T-Rex, sarcastically. "So long as you honor our agreement, I won't involve yur family in anything! I'm sending a car to your house to pick you up! If you don't want yur precious kiddies to know what a hot cock sucker their daddy is..., I suggest you get in that car without hesitation! Got me?"
"Yeah..., I got you!" said Will, calming down.
"You do whateva the driver tells you..., and you just might keep that superstar career of yurs working a little longer!" said Rex, hanging up the phone.
Will felt his nerves starting to bubble up inside, affecting his ulcer. He went over to his nightstand and found his prescription bottle, popping the cap to chew on one of the pills. Will hadn't heard from T-Rex since his initial rape, Will had hoped the encounter with T-Rex was a one time thing. Now he knew the devious bodybuilder had some insidious plans in stored for him (thanks to Shemar). Just hearing T-Rex's deep bellowing voice filled his mind with memories.
Within the hour a black long stretch limousine pulled up outside Will's private gate. Will intercepted one of the caretakers whom went to answer the call over the intercom. Will didn't want the caretaker to be suspicious of anything out of the ordinary, he couldn't afford to have his family learn of his humiliation and disgrace.
Will left the mansion dressed simply in a designer sweat suit and sneakers. The front gate opened as he approached the limo. The driver got out, smiling ear to ear (obviously another Will Smith fan). He opened the rear door for the megastar, closing it only after Will stepped in. Will was surprised to see Nick Lachey (former husband of Jessica Simpson) sitting in the back seat.
"Will Smith...??!" called the overly handsome teen throb, dressed casually in jeans and a sports blazer.
"Nick Lachey...? What're you doing here...?!" asked Will, settling into his seat.
"I don't know..., I got a strange phone call telling me to get into the car and don't ask any questions...! I didn't know WHO I was meeting!" answered Lachey.
"Let me guess who called you..., T-Rex?" asked Will.
"Who's that?" asked Nick, curiously. "Actually..., it was a big black guy named Viper! Do you know him..?"
"I met him once..." answered Will, keeping it short in case Lachey didn't know the deal.
"Yeah..., he's quite a mean fucker!" stated Lachey.
"How'd you meet him?" asked Will, curiously.
"I uh..." started Nick, not sure if he should divulge his most shameful secret.
"I'm sure our experiences are similar..." assured Will, causing Nick to breathe easier.
"I met Viper one night after I left this strip club called Rouge..., I was a little drunk and the club's security was nice enough to call me a cab. The cab driver took me to someplace I wasn't familiar with while I was passed out in the backseat. When I woke up I was naked, being positioned on my back with my knees pressed to my chest! I could feel someone on top of me, pushing into me..., holding me down as he forced himself in through my...through my...!" Will said nothing as Lachey quickly collected himself before continuing. "I told them who I was..., I begged them to let me go..., but they just laughed, telling me that they knew full well who I was! That they'd been watching me for weeks, getting a feel for my patterns! They had planned the whole thing..., the whole...rape...!"
Will watched Nick swell up, trying to hold back his emotions as vivid images of his rape began to fill his memory. He could still feel Viper's huge cock burrowing through him, forcing past his screaming sphincter muscles before fucking deep into his anal cavity while the cab driver videotaped the whole thing. Nick could still see Viper's face smiling down at him as he thrust himself in and out of his ass. "We know exactly who you are, pretty boy...!" snarled Viper from above. "...we've been casing the club looking for you! We know you've been frequenting there every weekend since that hot ass wife of yours left your lazy ass! We've been watching you!"
"Wha...what for...?" asked Nick, sobering quickly as the cock pushed through him.
"Ain't it obvious, white boy...? Yur our new bitch now!" laughed Viper, humping his hips forward as he began to fuck.
"AARRHHH...! AARRHHH...! AARRHHH...! AARRHHH...!" screamed Lachey after every thrust, lying face up in the back of a cab. His asshole screamed terribly as his ass was taken for the first time. As the best looking guy of his former singing group (98 Degrees), he was often hit on by gay fans, gay actors, gay singers, gay reporters, and behind the scenes gay crewmen who worked on their photo shoots, hair & makeup, and videos. But Nick always turned them down, being into females. Nick had dated some of the prettiest women in Hollywood, getting a reputation as a ladies man. Unfortunately his hunting of the celebrity strip clubs caught him the eye of T-Rex's scouts (bouncers, bartenders, and security guards T-Rex had in his pocket). They watched Nick as he partied hard, getting drunk every weekend and even arriving without his usual entourage. When Viper got the call that Nick Lachey was out alone and drinking heavily, he knew this was his time to strike.
He wasted no time humping his hips into the handsome white man's ass, sending his big thick black 10 inch cock well deep in the man's virgin untouched hole. Nick could see the cab driver walking around with his video camera, getting close ups of the action down below and clear views of Nick's celebrity face twisted in pain. As the camera scanned from celebrity to celebrity fucker, Viper cheesed for the camera as he started to fuck harder with Nick's pale bare feet dangling up around his shoulders.
"How I look...?" he asked the cameraman, licking his full dark lips and profiling.
"You look hot, man..., keep it up!" encouraged the cabby. Nick struggled to get free, but Viper was far too strong and bulky for the handsome singer to even budge. Viper easily held him down as he fucked him, ramming his big thick cock in and out of the straight man's straining ass. Nick had never felt more violated as he lay there looking up at the man fucking him. Viper held Nick down by holding the backs of his legs down against his chest, doubling the straight white singer in half. Nick couldn't believe this was actually happening to him. His life had been in a tailspin for so long. First his singing group (98 Degrees) broke up, then his gorgeous and rich wife divorced him, and then his highly anticipated solo career tanked. If not for Nick's good looks and special appearances, he surely would have washed out of showbiz ages ago. And now it seemed even his good looks had backfired on him, causing him to be in his current predicament.
Nick didn't know how long he lay under Viper, getting his ass fucked raw. It certainly felt like hours as the muscleman drilled him nonstop. Nick's head hang off the edge of the backseat of the open cab as he looked up to see the cameraman stroking his own hardon with his free hand. Nick noticed the cock getting closer and closer as the cameraman stroked faster while alternating the camera from the action happening between Nick's spread legs and his own cock getting closer to the singer's face. Suddenly he heard the man moan, then saw his cum load shoot out of his flaring dick head. Lachey closed his eyes just at the cum started to rain down across his face, sprinkling his handsome mug with pearly white cumdrops.
Nick never thought he could feel anymore humiliated until he felt the cab driver's cum load splatter his face. Viper laughed at the degradation, fucking him even harder and causing Nick to groan aloud. When Nick groaned, a stray streak of cum fired across his parted lips and into his mouth, causing Nick to taste cum for the first time on video.
"Hurry up, get around back..., I'm about to breed this bitch a big load!" warned Viper.
The cameraman dropped his throbbing dick and ran around to the other side of the open cab and aimed his camera up between Viper's dark spread muscled legs. He had a great view of Viper's thick cock slamming into Lachey's stretched pink pussy. The thick cock throbbed and pulsed as Viper pulled out just in time to shoot his first spurt all over Lachey's pulsating bunghole. The slick silvery cumwad splat directly onto the puckered opening before Viper shoved back in. Lachey groaned aloud as the cock bore straight through him, balls deep. The camera caught Viper's shaved testicles as they contracted with each new surge of fresh semen shot into the violated manhole. Nick could feel the cock pulsating inside him, filling his gut with the black man's man seed, effectively stripping away his dignity.
"When they finished, Viper introduced himself, then informed me that if I didn't want that video making its way onto You Tube..., I'd better do as he tells me!" recalled Lachey, finishing his story. "So..., how did YOU meet Viper...?" he asked Will Smith, curiously. Will felt a wave of embarrassment rush over him as his own story crept into his memory. But before he could divulge his secret shame to the fellow celebrity, the limo door ripped open...
"Welcome to your first stop on your celebrity training exercise...!" smiled the driver, motioning for Will and Nick to get out. The two celebs exited the limo timidly, not sure what they were in stored for.
"Where are we...?" asked Nick, not recognizing the neighborhood.
"Compton!" announced the driver proudly, leading the two stars up the walk of someone's neighborhood home. He pushed open the gray metal gate surrounding the badly kept front yard of the owner. Will noticed neighbors sitting outside their houses on their front step, hanging on the street corners, and wondering who belonged to the shiny black limousine as he quickly ducked his head and pulled his baseball cap down over his brow.
The driver opened the squeaky screen door, then pushed inside. A cloud of white smoke instantly hit the trio as they entered the dwelling (contact from the overabundance of weed being smoked inside). "We're here, boys...!" announced the driver.
"Bout fuckin' time, man! We've been sitting here waitin all fuckin' morning!" complained one man, a SnoopDog lookalike and an obvious pimp daddy. "Who the fuck T-Rex bring us to train this time...?"
"You ain't gonna believe this...!" smiled the driver, stepping aside to introduce the celebrities. "...we got fuckin' Will Smith with us today!"
"No shit, man?! Dayum..., now that's a big score!" cheered the crowd of about 10 or more black men, all Compton ruffnecks straight out of prison. Will was overwhelmed by the greeting he got from the gangsters as they huddled around him, all fans, shaking his hand and smiling ear to ear. Will (a natural swooned) was all too glad to sign autographs and pose for personal pictures.
Not far away Nick Lachey watched uncomfortably, the only white man in a hood full of African Americans. He'd always felt comfortable around black people, enjoying R&B music, watching black comedies, and even fucking a black female fan or two. But being amerced in a poor all black neighborhood with a bunch of questionable thugs made the stray hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
"Who'r you supposed ta be...?" asked one of the black man, straying from the swarm surrounding Will. "...you sumbody famous...?"
"I'm Nick Lachey!"
"Who...?"
"I was a member of a singing group named 98 Degrees!" explained Nick, finding it ironic that he had to sell himself to his possible rapists. "I used to be married to Jessica Simpson!"
"Da hot white chick dat played Daisy Duke in da Duke's Of Hazard movie...?" asked the black man, rubbing his crotch at the thought of Jessica's ass cheeks poking out of her torn shorts. "...how'd you fuck dat shit up, homs...?"
"I don't know..." sighed Nick, unable to answer that question himself. He really didn't know what went wrong with his marriage, he truly did love Jessica..., but sometimes love just wasn't enough. Things went downhill when his career stalled.
"Well..., hopefully she showed your ass a thing or two bout suckin' dick!" said the man, unzipping his pants to reveal his long soft fat phallus. Nick felt someone pushing on his shoulders from behind, shoving him down to his knees as he came face to face with his first black cock of the day.
Nick hesitated as a noticed the group of men starting to surround him. All of the black men were rubbing their crotches lewdly, fumbling with their flies as they freed their hard dicks. The first man stepped up in front of Nick and started slapping his dick against the handsome singer's face, the phallus started growing long and hard with each facial slap. Nick could sense a change in the room's atmosphere, the light "hommie" demeanor that filled the room just moments ago was quickly turning into something seedy. Nick knew if he didn't give these men what they wanted, things could definitely get very hairy for him.
"Open yur mouth, muthafuka...!" yelled the men, slapping his dick against Nick's lips. Nick opened his mouth, not wanting to cause any trouble. He knew he was supposed to do whatever was told of him. The man rubbed his long black dick all over his face, then shoved his meat into Nick's mouth. Nick tasted his first cock, the fat round uncut head filling his mouth fully. The man grabbed Nick's head, forcing more dick between his lips. Nick tried not to panic as his dignity and celebrity were completely trampled.
Will saw what was happening to Nick Lachey as the men standing around him starting to get aroused. They focused less on Will's celebrity, and more on the oral sex as several of them exposed their hardons and began stroking in anticipation.
"You suck dick too, man...?" asked one of the men, looking at Will's soft lips as if he were a turkey dinner.
"uh, listen gentlemen..." said Will, trying to negotiate as the men began to turn their sexual attention towards him. "...as you all well know, I have a lot of money..., money which I wouldn't mind sharing with you fellas if you just leave me alone...!"
"How much money we talking...?" asked one man, grabbing a handful of Will's ass.
"As high as you can count!" said Will, squirming away from the strong groping.
"Niggah's tryin to be smart, man..., he must know your ass can't count higher than 10!" joked another of the men, causing laughter to ring out.
"Oh...? You try'n to sass me mr celebrity man...?" asked the guy, looking as if he were about to swing on Will.
"Not at all...!" defended Will, good natured. "Just name your price..., I'll pay it!"
"You ain't got enough money to make us betray our homboi T-Rex..., he takes real good care of us, AND gets us some good ass celeb booty in the process...!" defended the men.
"Shemar Moore...Mario Lopez...Tom Wellings...Mark-Paul Gosselaar..., And now you two assholes!" said another man.
"Come on fellas..., can't we work something out...?" pleaded Will as the circle of men drew closer and they began to pull, poke, and squeeze at his body.
"You can show us how that pretty mouth of yours work...!" said one man. "Or we could let T-Rex know how uncooperative you're bein'...?" added the man, sensing hesitation in Will.
"N...no need to call T-Rex..." said Will, knowing things would be worse if the BIG man got involved. "...I'll do whatever you want...!"
"Damn straight you will...!" said the chauffeur, confidently, pulling out his trusty video camera. "Now why don't you get undressed, and show us what that fine ass celebrity body looks like!"
Will slowly started to undress, taking off his designer sweat suit. He could hear the men around him, muttering their approval as more of his body was revealed. Most of them were repeat criminals, used to fucking other men behind bars, so they could really appreciate how well kept Will's celebrity body was.
After undressing Will stood upright, his hands by his sides as his heart pounded nervously in his chest. The cameraman zoomed in on his muscles, his soft hanging dick, and his bubbled round ass. Behind him he could hear Nick Lachey choking on someone's cock, wet gargling gagging sounds filled the room as his face was fucked royally.
"On your knees, Mr Entertainer of the year!" snarled one of the ex-cons, prison tattoos along his neck and arms signifying what gangs he was affiliated with.
Will got down on his knees, his face at eye level with the convicts crotches. He could easily see the long, thick, curved, uncut hardons hanging outside the men's pants as they slowly stroked themselves in front of him.
"T-Rex wants proof that you're getting the experience you need to satisfy a nigga's dick before he schedules you for the King's Banquet!" announced the chauffeur, watching Will's eyes go from cock to cock.
"King's Banquet...?" asked Will?
"You just concentrate on the banquet in front of you for now, homboi...! You've got plenty of time to get your shit together by then!" said the chauffeur, as the men began to step up with their erections.
"Here you go, actor man..." said one of the men, aiming his meat at Will's mouth. "...what cums out of the tip is guaranteed to brighten your teeth!"
Will heard the other men laugh at him as he opened his mouth to allow the dick entry. The head filled his mouth as he began sucking. The surrounding men all made comments about how pretty Will's mouth looked wrapped around the dick, they all watched in envy as the first man got to feel Will's mouth on his stiff dick. Will understood that he had no choice but to do as the men wanted, so he decided to give it his all. If he had to suck dick like a cock sucker, he'd be the best damn cock sucking celebrity they'd ever known.
Across the room Nick Lachey was just about to get his first load in his mouth. The man face fucking him took hard, long, deep strokes into his mouth, making Nick gag on the long healthy length. He held the singer's head tightly in his hands, forcing his black cock through the singer's stretched mouth and choking throat. Nick pushed back on the man's thighs, trying to limit how deep the dick went. This didn't sit so well as the man pulled his cock from Nick's ravaged mouth, then slapped him hard across the face.
"Bitch, when you suck my dick, you don't try to force me out!" yelled the man, shoving himself back in Nick throat. Nick gagged as the cock bore through him, ballooning his neck as the man fucked in and out of his mouth. "Dat's betta bitch!" said the ex-convict, fucking deeper. The cameraman wandered over, getting close-ups of Nick getting face fucked. The man slammed his cock in and out for several minutes before yanking his meaty sausage from Nick's spit dripping mouth. Nick gasped for breath as the man quickly jacked himself in off front of his face. Nick closed his eyes and lowered his head shamefully, knowing he was about to get another cum facial. "Open your fuckin eyes, muddafuka!" yelled the man jacking his cock furiously. Nick looked up into the man's cruel eyes as the cameraman zoomed in. "Now..., open your mouth wide, pretty boi...!" whispered the man huskily, getting close to cumming.
Nick Lachey reluctantly opened his mouth, making a target for the man to hit. He saw the man pick up the pace as his hand sped up and down his fat hard uncut shaft. Nick looked at the cock just as the head flared and the piss slit opened. The first shot of thick white cum shot out, splattering across the bridge of Nick's nose and across his right eyebrow and forehead. The second shot streaked across his left cheek clear up to his ear. The third shot landed on Nick's bottom lip as the man shoved his dick head inside the open mouth to finish off.
Nick felt the dick head pulsating in his mouth, his oral cavity filling with the forth, fifth, sixth, and seventh spurts of the man's warm creamy ball juice. The man moaned and shook as he rested on hand atop Nick's head while still slowly jacking himself with his fist.
"Make sure you swallow all of that nutt for the camera, white boi!" ordered one chauffeur, getting every precious moment on firm. Nick had to wait until the man finished cumming and removed his big dick before he was able to seal his lips, then gulped down the still warm cum load. Nick felt like throwing up as the silvery fish slid slimily down his throat like tapioca pudding.
"You best get used to it, bitch..., you gotta lot more dick to suck before the day's out!" said the chauffeur, as another ex-con stepped up to be serviced...
To be continued...
Written by NPhillydogg@aol.com