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Tom knew he had reached a new low, or reached a new high. Gasping for air and holding onto the brick wall trying to steady himself. How long had he gone without feeling this kind of pleasure in his sexual encounters?
His current bliss was thanks to the girthy cock of Chris Pratt, you would think the man with one of the most famous juicy asses in Hollywood would be a bottom slut just like Tom, but now he was a kinky top, who loved to pound hairy asses, just like the one Tom had.
It had become routine for Tom's `Daddy' Oscar Issac to whore him out to whoever he liked, whichever straight presenting star needed a slut to completely own. Chris was just the latest in a long line of loads Tom had taken in the past week.
He loved it, the feeling of his body not being his own, that he belonged to his Daddy, who controlled all of his sexual encounters. Told him what underwear to wear, where to be and when and how to get the best reaction out of his clients. Tom had well and truly given in.
After thirty minutes of rough verbal pounding, ass spanking and biting on the neck behind the LA nightclub and next to the trash. Pratt spun Tom around and shot his cum all over Tom's defined pecs mixing in with his chest hair, immediately Tom started to scoop on and enjoy the warm spunk. After a quick slap around the neck, Pratt had his trousers up and was leading, until a cough from the darkness made him paused just before stuffing his still hard cock back into his trousers.
"You forgetting something"
A quick kiss between Pratt and Oscar and the exchange of a ten-dollar bill and he was gone, back to the cameras and his life of acting straight, leaving Tom to jerk himself off in the alleyway knowing he was worth only 10 dollars. He wasn't defeated by this fact, he loved it, loved knowing his place and worth and even better he eyed Pratt's forgotten crusty rank white Calvins, which he put on so he wasn't completely naked in the Los Angeles night.
"I wouldn't bother getting dressed, the next one will be here soon." Mumbled Oscar giving off an air of boredom.
Just then stumbling out from the club's side entrance was Aaron Taylor-Johnson, the stud had gone viral recently for ridiculous sized cock, which he was never shy to flaunt. Getting naked in several movies, he got off knowing men everywhere wished he was as hung as he was. However that came with an unfortunate problem, it also meant women everywhere were scared to take his cock. Especially since he was into the rougher kinkier sex. Women would send him messaged almost daily saying how much they wanted to be pounded, but when they speak more and found out what he liked they were scared off.
Leading Aaron to seek out guys discreetly would be up for letting him do what he wants.
As he walked down the alleyway he stripped off throwing his clothes anywhere, no caring where they ended up just getting naked as quickly as possible. Except for a tight revealing jockstrap with the logos for his superhero character with Quicksilver or Pietro.
Standing over Tom, who was still stinking of Pratt's cum, and on his knees eyes fixed on the ridiculous bulge barely contained by the jockstrap. Aaron stated, "a fan gave them to me". Before shoving Tom's face in his clothed bulge.
Tom licked the dick through the fabric, soaking the material with his massive tongue, he wasn't allowed to stop for breath it was a continuous sucking and spitting on the contained cock, with Aaron's hands on his head trapping him in his groin. The sounds of moaning and spitting filled the alleyway but were luckily silenced by music coming from the nightclub, as Tom knew Oscar wouldn't try to help him if he was caught, Tom should have been focusing on his surroundings but he didn't care, he was fighting to lick as much of the giant cock as possible.
Aaron was fast, and he grabbed Tom's jaw and pulled it up, spitting on him, and whilst Tom was distracted in the spit trickling down his face, Aaron whipped out his cock. The size and force of which slapped Tom in the face, which would defiantly leave a bruise that would be hard to explain to the wife. Then warm liquid trickled down Tom's ripped tattooed body, mixing with the cum on his chest was piss courtesy of Aaron. He was letting go of all the beer he had drunk that evening. It was pungent and smelled of man, Tom was hard the entire time. Just as the stream petered out Tom leaned forward to lick the last few drops of piss from the stud's belled. Before he could, react, however, he was picked up and thrown against the brick wall and spun around leaving his ass exposed to the night-time air.
"Look at the ass bro"
Bro, that was strange Tom thought, no one has called him bro in any of his encounters. Little did Tom know that although Aaron was straight that hadn't stopped him experimenting in college and fooling around with the other hunks on an almost daily basis. Their `Bro - fun' meaning all sorts of kinky sex, invoking piss and rimming, it was normal for Arron and his mates to sleep to fall asleep together in a pool of cum, and wake up and do it all again, it was just college, of course, he was still straight it was just some fun.
Using his left forearm Aaron came behind Tom and started choking him, with his right hand letting out a tyred of spanks on his juicy ass. The ass that pictures of had now been shared with every closed hunk in the entertainment industry, The ass men were lining up to have their way with. Tonight, however, well that evening it belonged to Aaron who proceeded to slap and jiggle Tom's butt cheeks, with each hit making him begged to have his hole played with.
"Nice bro" and without lube only a quick bit of spit, Aaron thrust his finger straight up Tom's ass leaving him wincing in pain. Aaron did not care, he had paid his money, in his eyes, Tom was his to do with as he pleased, and he would get as rough as he liked.
Once he felt the hole loosening up he added another finger and another. Until after several minutes of fingering he was able to fit all five fingers inside. The now moaning Tom thought tonight was the night he would get fisted but unfortunate not Aaron decided to save that for another night.
He thought along with the choking, spit, piss, spanking and aggressive fingering Tom had enough pleasure and it was his turn to get the attention Tom was once again spun around, believing Aaron was going for a kiss he leaned in.
"What the fuck bro, I'm not kissing you, fuck bro"
Tom was taken aback, swell as pushed back against the wall, when he opened his eyes after falling he could already feel the large cock prising open his lips. Tom took a deep breath knowing that he wouldn't be coming up for air. He was right. No messing around, no kindness, Aaron shoved his lender dick straight down Tom's throat, which until recently had a gag reflex, but a weekend with Hugh Jackman soon put an end to that.
What proceeded was a violent face fucking with not a consideration for Tom's enjoyment, to Aaron he was just a warm hole, somewhere to unload until and enjoy. This is why so many were scared to take his cock, he enjoyed sex when each person did what they wanted, got their needs met and didn't care what the other wanted.
The face fucking was so rapid and powerful, Oscar overseeing everything nearly stepped in but stopped when he noticed Tom wanking his cock and pulling on his nipples. To him a sign he was enjoying it. Even though due to the sheer size of the cock in his throat he was struggling more than when he was face fucked by both Chris and Liam Hemsworth at the same time.
"Fuck bro, that throat, fuck, fuck you are good at this bro, perfect cocksucking throat, fuck I'm gonna cum, fuck."
Arron began to pull out he wanted to cum all over this slut's face, Tom meanwhile wanted to swallow as much cum as he could and held on to Aaron's ass to stop him from pulling out. Aaron always got what he wanted and sprayed thick warm cum all over Tom's face. Ropes upon ropes of thick seed soaked Tom's face, trickling down into his stubble and licking up what he could from the corners of his mouth.
"Fuck bro, you are good, Oscar told me you wanted this, picking up his jockstrap from the floor, spitting in it one last time, he proceeds to shove it into Tom's mouth. Aaron strolled down the alleyway without a care that he was naked, casually picking up his clothing and getting dressed with all the time in the world. His horse dick freely exposed and swaying in the breeze.
After a few moments, Oscar approached Tom.
"Good boy, get cleaned up, you are booked in with Chris Evan in the morning, at his place."
Oscar began to walk away and Tom crawled around in the darkness for his clothes.
"Wait" Tom stopped at his Daddy's command, "in fact stay like that Evans likes sloppy seconds.
---- end of part 8
Preview of the next chapter
The sound of edging and balls slapping against ass filled Evan's LA apartment. The morning hadn't gone as expected when he discovered Evans had only hired him to play out some role-play.
Evans had started the morning, answering the door in his Captain America uniform and Tom was ordered to dress in his co-star's outfit, The winter solider or Sebastian Stan, at first he wasn't into it but as Evans stripped off to reveal Capital America briefs and pounded his ass whilst screaming "Bucky" he eventually came round.
However, in his excitement Evans had forgotten he had double booked, Frank Grillo had just pulled up. Ready to do a workout with his costar, finding the door open he wondered inside and became even more confused when he spotted the remains of the Captain America suit thrown about the place. Followed by overhearing some very interesting conversation.