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Over the last few weeks, Tom had taken to his new lifestyle and taken a few of his master Oscar Issac's loads. The text messaged would come through randomly ordering Tom to any location at any time to serve his master. They varied in risk, Oscar's house to car parks, hotels to bathrooms at train stations. Each time Tom was a good servant, eagerly taking his master's load over his face, still not allowed to touch him.
As sporadic as the messages from his master arrived, so did an email from a mate of his who lives down under. Tom and Chris Hemsworth had been good pals since they met all those years ago training in the studio's gym in LA. The two had bonded to the level of calling each other bro, unfortunately, it had been a while since the two mates had met up. Hence the invitation to visit his weekend retreat in Northern Australia. Unfortunately, that meant a long hall flight on Tom's part, soothed by the fact he could fly first class.
He had told his master he would be away for a week, he had received his permission as long as he kept up the daily ritual of a naked selfie wearing nothing but those original underwear thrown at his face on their first encounter. Tom had connected to the first-class wifi, ready for his master's instructions. He took in his surroundings, the first-class section of the plane was sparsely populated, the chairs so big he couldn't make out who he shared the cabin with. It was only after four complimentary beers, the familiar sound of a message from his master rang out.
"Now boy." "I can't sir, I want to, I am wearing them right now but I am on a plane." "Airplanes have bathrooms"
At that comment Tom's cock seeped a small amount of precum, mixing with the dried cum and piss in Oscar's black briefs.
"Yes sir."
Tom made his way to the first-class bathroom, stumbling slightly in his tipsy state. Not bothering to look check who might be around. Tom made his way into the relatively small stall for his size and proceed to undress. One he was in nothing but the rank briefs, Tom snapped away, cupping and tugging at his bulge to make his cock and balls look as big as possible. Once he was ready he turned around and took pictures of what his master wanted. His bountiful ass, stretching against the fabric of the underwear. Tom had been ordered to only focus on squats in his workouts, adding to his already natural blessing of a thick ass, Tom was soon becoming the definition of a bubble butt, much to his master's delight. His cheeks had become more pronounced and his crack peeked out over the underwear, an inviting canyon of bliss that his master promised soon his tongue would explore.
Tom was not looking forward to that, his adventure with Andrew Garfield had proven what a 'daddy' he could be, he could still pound ass and make lads squirm for his hot body. Every time he took Oscar's cum on his face he was reminded deep down he knew his true place was to serve men to the best of his ability, and with an ass like his. Bouncing and inviting, he was meant to be a cum slut for every man that would have him.
Tom took the final picture, his best one yet. When the door rattled, in his horny drunken haze. Tom had been so eager to perform for his master, to obey, please him, he had forgotten to lock the door. Now he was about seen in filthy underwear, taking pictures of his ass. Tom preemptively recoiled at the embarrassment.
However, the luxury of first-class flight is it is a proclivity to be occupied by some truly beautiful sights.
"Oh sorry there mate, didn't mean to interrupt, you enjoying yourself"
The door was opened by Jason Momoa, the dark-skinned, long-haired hunk apologised profusely to Tom. However, not taking his eyes on the bulging muscles of the stud in front of him, he was subtle in his gaze however taking in Tom's body. Tom was to busy attempting to pull his trousers up and apologising to notice Jason would be adding this sight to his wank bank for years to come. Tom pulled the door over and continued to get dressed, blushing from being caught, and confused at his cock being rock hard. He quickly made his way out the bathroom, passed Jason, who was still waiting to piss.
"Hope you finished up in their mate." "Yeah mate you know what the wife is like, loves the dirty pictures." "yeah the wife, got you."
Tom thanked his quick thinking, to say it was his wife who was the kinky one, had saved him from further embarrassment, he decided to return to his seat, and forget the whole incident. Whilst try and catch some sleep. The lights went out on board the aircraft. After a few hours had passed, Tom was woken by a person sitting in the seat next to him, not realising he drifted off he realised through the silence of the first-class cabin, that most were currently asleep. When he turned to see who had woken up, the embarrassment returned, Jason had decided to join him.
"Sorry about catching you before, just wanted to apologise." "Don't worry about it mate, I'm sorry you had to see that" "Why are you sorry, I should be thanking you, what a sight."
Tom was taken back "What are you trying to say?"
"I am saying, that body, damn bro you are sexy, those fucking muscles are a delight." "Oh cheers man but I'm not" "What not gay? Sure mate me neither, but I can appreciate a hot body when I see it." "Oh erm, thanks, man..."
"And with an ass like that, shame you aren't gay, I know plenty of guys who would love to feast on that thing" "Oh yeah?" Tom's interest was peaked, was Jason coming on to him? He could certainly revel in the hairy studs deep sensual voice.
"It also seems you have a thing for undies."
Before Tom could react, Jason popped the buttons on his jeans, revealing deep red y-front that looked as messed up as the one Tom was wearing and began describing them in detail.
"Since no one will believe you, I will tell you a secret, these aren't mine, I've got a proper thing for underwear, proper naughty kink of mine. Henry Cavill was kind enough to gift them to me, covered in his piss and spunk, guys a proper kinky leather daddy. You look like you are getting hard from all this."
Tom gulped in agreement, his eyes taking in Jason's undies, imagining his and Henry Cavill's thick cocks resting inside. It was also true he was getting seriously erect from this hot conversation, also knowing anyone might overhear them.
"yeah man, that looks good, I might as well let you know" Tom leaned forward getting close to Jason's ear, "these aren't mine, they belong to my master Oscar Issac, every day he makes me take a picture in them and it turns me on thinking of all the cum and piss he let leak from his cock. Also, I have a jockstrap in my bag that belongs to Andrew Garfield, lads a proper cum slut and let me keep his jock when I fucked him hard."
Tom expected Jason to responsed, maybe be speechless. Not push against him, pin him the seat, one hand on his neck and another on his bulge.
"fuck you kinky bitch, you sound like a right horny bastard"
The tugging on Tom's crotch by Jason's manly hands was enough to have him moaning in his seat, and worrying who would overhear his high pitched squealing, getting caught once today was enough. A similar trick to his master, Jason pulled his hands back, leaving Tom edging on sexual release, biting on his ear till Tom felt pain. Jason whispered what would happen next.
"I knew the second I saw you in that bathroom I needed you, so here's what gonna happen, I'm gonna go back into that bathroom, get naked and your gonna follow. Your gonna get just as naked and we are gonna have a quick hot, sweaty session, I'm gonna make you cum so hard, make you feel like such a man you are gonna struggle not to wake up this entire fucking plane. Get ready mate, I'm gonna make you feel so good."
Tom was breathless as Jason got up, he watched his ass, which rivalled Tom in size. Walk down the aisle. Bouncing with such conviction it was inviting Tom to feast on what it owner offered. Half of Tom remained scared of being caught engaging in sexual activity with Jason in such as public space, the other half was hypnotised by the thick globes of muscle moving with a sultry force in front of him.
It was enough for Tom to walk halfway to the bathroom before realising he had left his seat, and the thought of seeing it again made he carry on the rest of the way. He was now committed to doing anything to scratch this itch once again, and hopefully, convince Jason to let him keep the red y-fronts. Tom opened the door with eagerness and was not disappointed by what he saw.
Jason Momoa flexing before him, naked except for those red y-fronts, which were tight around his bulge, lifting it to show a thick cock resting along his left hip.
"Tom mate, you coming in"
Tom did as he was told, and once the door was shut, and locked it this time. Tom started taking in the hunk of tattoed muscle before him. Jason was the peak of sexuality, enough to make Tom quiver in excitement, everywhere from his rippling biceps, pecs and abs, to thick thighs was the peak of arousal. Muscles rippled along with the tall frame, exacerbating his sex appeal. Tattoos in just the right spots to show off his body, and make anyone who had the pleasure to see him in such a state, submit to his every command. Luckily for Tom, Jason felt the same way about him.
"Don't leave me as the only one whos naked lad."
Tom joined him, quickly shedding all clothes. Leaving the two men occupying the small stall, their hard dicks straining against the fabric to the degree their bellends were pressed up against each other, personifying the chemistry in the air and the men's desire to fuck hard and fast till they couldn't stand. Restrained only by the need to be discreet in their encounter. Soon the heat was buildingand forming sweat to drip across both men's abs was enough to fill the room with the smell of hormones, itching to begin. The two hunks began a vicious assault against each other.
Slamming against the mirror, the men tossed and turned, attacking each other, kissing to unleash that primal desire when two strong men unleash everything that was holding them back. The intensity of the kissing was matched by the assault each man's hands took on the other's body. Tugging on muscle, smacking ass, pulling nipples, scratching backs. Leaving marks that would be hard to hide. Jason broke the sound of orgasmic moans and muscles hitting each other.
"Enough of the foreplay man, time to do what we came here for."
With some manoeuvring to accommodate for their large frames, Jason forced Tom till he was standing above him, with himself sat of the toilet. Eye to cock and ready to give Tom the best blowjob of his life.
"Fuck man that's a fucking beast of a cock." "Thank's man..."
Before Tom could respond, he was cut short and lost for words and Jason took the head of his cock in his mouth expertly sucking and forcing Tom to bury his mouth in his bicep, unless he unleashed a scream that awoke everyone on the plan and had them both arrested.
Jason used all his tricks on Tom, swiping his tongue along the piss slit, nibbling on Tom's foreskin, slowly taking all of Tom's dick right down his throat till his pubes were tickling his chin. Then he greatest trick of all, one that Ben Affleck taught him, a trick that made many straight men moan over the years. Whilst using his spit to make Tom's dick wet and ease the slow entrance up and down Jason's throat. His hand went from his mouth, past Tom's balls, through his legs and up to his hole. Pressing against his quivering entrance.
The feeling of a wet finger against his hole, Tom was awoken to exactly what he was doing, naked, with American stud slurping his dick, on a plane with the sleeping passengers nearby who could destroy his life with the scandal of this act of lude behaviour. In response Tom placed his own hands on the back of Jason's head signalling he wanted this, wanted to cum so far down his throat he would be tasting his seed for weeks.
Taking the pushing of his head further into Tom's groin as a sign. Jason slipped a finger into the quivering hole. Diving for Tom's prostate desperate to please him.
Jason's meaty finger awokee the same feeling within Tom that he felt whenever he saw Oscar. A deep need to submit to whoever was nearest, to please and pleasure, any man who would let him. The ass play was sending Tom over the edge, sweat was forming in every pour in his body, increasing the intensity of the face fucking he was giving Jason and making his body tense preparing to unleash a fountain of cum straight into Jason's throat.
When his finger finally rested on Tom's G-spot, the slightest touch made him cum unlike he had ever before. Unable to hold back his moans, he shot what felt like never-ending ropes of hot cum into Jason's mouth which he greedily lapped up like a dog.
As soon as it had started it had ended, bother men realised what a mess they had made of the bathroom, toiletries everywhere, their clothes were thrown around the room. Underwear around their respective ankles, Jason's cum which he shot when Tom did, pooling down the others leg and collecting in Oscar's underwear only adding to the smell. Speaking of which the smell of sex and jizz flooded the stall, marking it with the telltale signs of illicit activity.
"We better get going, you go first."
The two shared a quick kiss on the lips, Tom only getting a brief taste of his cock. He wished for more but they did not have time. He dressed and returned to his seat. As far as he could tell, everyone was still asleep, none the wiser to the events happening only a few feet away. Soon after Jason walked straight past him, not even looking in his direction, but dropping something into his lap.
When Tom turned on the over headlamp he saw them. The red y-front, marked with Henry Cavil's cum and smelling of Jason Momoa's balls sweet. Tom couldn't believe his luck, Instantly becoming hard once again, desperate for more than a finger up his ass.
----- End of Part 4
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