Subject: Gangbanging Chris Hemsworth Chapter 4 Disclaimer: The following story is pure fictional parody and is intended for an adult audience. It is not meant to suggest anything about the true sexual tastes of Chris Hemsworth or any other celebrity or real person mentioned. The real Hemsworth is straight as an arrow — the fictional version in this story does not correspond to reality. Again, this story is a complete fictional PARODY. If you are under-age or don’t like stories about butt-sex, please stop reading this NOW! Also, please please please make a donation to the incredible archive! Nothing turns me on more and keeps my creative juices flowing than the emails I receive from you guys. If you guys want to read more let me know. If I receive enough of a response there will be more (mis)adventures for Chris! Drop me a line with comments, questions, suggestions, whatever at: jeroengogo@. I know this chapter is long so I divided it into “two parts” to make it more digestible in case you want to pace yourself, fap, and return to it. Also, please answer the google survey for the next two Hemsworth stories. Chris gangbanged by twinks/twunks and a “vignette” story consisting of multiple episodes where you can choose random celebs/non-celebs who will have a go at gle/forms/d/1nE7TLtDKJcgateHv4Mx8vU5R7uDJLMtm8eD5G6ku-ow/edi t Note: 76 percent of you wanted Chris with a big dick, so he appears with an enlarged cock compared to previous chapters! If there is enough request, I might make a separate “small-average” Chris mailing list. Chris Hemsworth’s Avengers Gangbang Chris’ bags were all packed. He was headed Atlanta where he was scheduled to shoot the second Avengers flick. He looked at his body in the mirror — he was in amazing shape. He flexed his bicep, God dammit he was huge, all the hard work had paid off — muscle upon muscle upon muscle. In a rare moment of narcissism, the famously modest star wolf-whistled at himself as he flexed, bounced his massive pecs, and did a series of classic bodybuilder poses. Satisified, he began to walk down the stair to the basement of his Hollywood mansion, wearing just workout shorts, his semi-hard cock bouncing freely. He unlocked the secret door to which only he had the key. While the other mancave basements of his fellow Hollywood stars were decked out with state of the art media, mini-bars with the most expensive alcohol, and other such luxuries, Chris’s basement was Spartan. This was his private place, a haven where he could be himself, and the only things in the sound-proof room were a wrestling mat, a mega bottle of astro-glide lube and a fuck machine plugged into the wall. Adam Levine had sent him this contraption from Japan and it was truly state of the art — it was an electrically powered machine with a fleshy large dildo at its end Adam had moulded after his own large schlong. Chris could control the speed of its motorized thrusts with a handy little remote connected by a chord to the machine. He turned it on at a slow speed, just to see if it was working, as he lubed his hole, gearing up for a satisfying and relaxing evening. Lying down on the mattress, his long blonde hair scattered behind him, he pointed the dildo to his tight, moist entrance and slowly thrust himself against it. God it felt good… it felt like home. Once it was fully lodged into his sphincter, stretching it, moulding its lips to the familiar contours of the dildo’s heft and size, he gradually increased the speed of the machine. First one dial… then the next… then the next until it was at the recommended mid-way speed which was strong enough to make less experienced bottoms pass out. Soon, the machine was fucking him with wild abandon and Chris was moaning to his heart’s content, his muscular thighs propped upwards, his fat eight inch cock leaking precum on his abs. Just then his iphone buzzed. It was his private iphone the one only a few friends had access to. Fuck buddies. A-list fuck buddies. In an excited, lust-crazed haze, he turned to it bleary-eyed. His heart skipped a beat. It was Adam. “Hey Pig. Good luck on the shoot. I’m sure you’ll do great. Make sure to restrain yourself for your all cast gang bang until Saturday, so I can fly on my private jet and drink the first A-list loads from your cunt. I know you can’t resist a few days, but you must.” Adam’s text struck a chord with Chris. While he knew it would be impossible for a slut like him not to take cock, particularly as his co-stars from the first Avengers movie were already texting him indecent nudes, eager to gang bang him like they did on the set of the first film. He felt some trepidation about being as immoderate a whore on the set of the second film. For starters, there were a bunch of new actors in this film — straight actors probably – whose respect and recognition he craved. Part of him would die if they discovered just what a degenerate cock-sucking pig he had become! Benedict Cumberbatch, for instance, was a serious thespian, and Chris hoped the British Sherlock would view him as an actor with great potential — maybe even a future Hamlet or Othello — and not have his judgment clouded by discovering he was a cock hungry whore. Moreover, there would also be the lads from Guardians of the Galaxy and Black Panther joining this time around, and he did not want to seem like a disreputable harlot particularly to the stars of the second film which was a milestone in representation Chris cared deeply about. Lastly, Tom Holland was joining the franchise as Spider Man, and as a responsible and caring older brother figure, Chris wanted to set a good example to the impressionable young lad. He felt protective over him, even though they had never met and he did not want to scare the sweet, and probably heterosexual, young actor into believing Hollywood was a den of sinful depravity. It was one thing getting fucked leisurely by his steady crew of Avengers co-stars — Robert Downey Jr., Mark Ruffalo, Chris Evans, and Tom Hiddleston — but he needed to make sure they plowed him with some discretion. But God damn it. He wanted cock. He needed cock. Yet again Chris was torn by two desires — the desire to be good, responsible, disciplined, and moral and the desire to fill himself with as much cock as humanly possible. As if by clockwork, Robert Downey Jr. sent him a text immediately after. “Hey Pigboy. Hope you’ve lubed your hole. We’re gonna wreck it day 1. Me and the boys. like old times. Should I pick you up at the airport so we can plow you in the van?” Chris hesitated, his baby-blue eyes furrowed as he wrestled his carnal cravings with his deep-seated sense of professional responsibility and his desire to be loyal to Adam. He supposed it would be ok if they kept things light and easy. One cock per day, maybe two. He remembered his need to obey the demands of his Master Adam who would get so mad if he discovered he had not waited to give him his desired rectum cocktail of fresh A-list cum. “Hey man. Looking forward to reconnect. Can we keep it low-key on the first day? Maybe also discrete? Many new guys don’t know about me… don’t want them to get suspicious.” Chris felt a sense of relief after sending that text. It would be nice to have a healthy amount of cock this time around, set some boundaries and also do a good job of obeying his master for a change. It was a while since he had Adam’s cock, or anyone’s cock for that matter, so consumed was he by the grueling workout demanded by Thor. He also had not had Ryan’s schlong in a while come to think of it and he missed it too. Both Adam and Ryan were still in a never-ending battle trying to claim Chris as their pig, trying to be his official master, but Chris’ loyalties were torn between them since he was such a slut. Adam was mischievous but ultimately respectful. Chris still dreamed of the time he had been prostituted to powerful Olympic Athletes by Adam as he took the USA swim and gymnastic team in a five star hotel in Rio only to be helicoptered to a private location moments after where athletes from all over the world shot loads into him until sunrise. Throughout the whole sordid ordeal, however, Adam surveilled him dutifully, checking in on him, giving his insatiable cunt breaks by rimming the international cum cocktail deposited hourly in his ass by Olympians from Germany, Italy, the Arab World, Brazil, South Korea, Fiji, everywhere. Ryan, on the other hand was not as doting or caring. He often put Chris in sadistic situations that pushed his limits and distinctly lacked Adam’s after care. And yet sometimes that is what Chris found himself needing… that sort of ruthless authority. Almost as if he had willed it, he then got another text from Ryan: “Hey Pig. Will join you in Atlanta. Don’t you dare take any cock before mine. Coming there on Friday. Want you tight. Well, as tight a whore like you can be. I’ll know if another man’s cock has been in there before me. If you don’t obey me there will be serious repercussions for you.” Chris was overjoyed hearing from Ryan. Even though he could be strict and solemn, he had a magnificent cock Chris often dreamed about due to its skill to penetrate his inner ring and have him orgasm like few other men could. Lost in reverie, his hands slippery with lube, the Australian actor inadvertently let the speed dial slide to the machine’s maximum setting — a setting he had never dared to try and which the instructions recommended only as a novelty setting that nobody should ever attempt. The sheer force of the first thrust flung the hand-held remote from his grp until it was too far for him to reach. “OH FUCK!” The machine proceeded to pound Hemsworth viciously, shaking his 250-pounds plus of muscle with its ruthless pistoning rhythm. “UNGH UNGH AAAH OOOOH AAAAAH” Chris couldn’t help but scream, his beautiful blue eyes rolling to the back of his head, as the machine made a limp, flailing rag doll out of his statuesque physique. As this room was completely sound proof, nobody could hear his cries which was maybe all for the better. The obscene, high-pitched squealing was a visceral, animal-like moan he did not even recognize as his own voice. While it felt painful as first, his muscular frame soon accommodated itself to the ruthless power and force of the machine, and he found himself not only getting used to it, but craving its dangerous and unchecked speed and stregnth. After half an hour or so, his body coated in sweat, and his own pecs jiggling from the motorized-pounding, his cock began to spurt a load that shot on his own handsome face as the machine, which at this point was releasing steam, short-circuited only to come to a sudden stop. Licking his own aussie cum from his blonde beard, Chris took a deep breath, laughed at the absurdity of what just happened, and prepared to take a shower. He went to pick up his phone he had flung to the other end of the room and saw a foreboding text from Robert. “The Fuck?! You’re denying yourself to your co-stars, the original Avengers team. Fuck that, man! Maybe we won’t fuck you at all.” Chris texted back a few reassuring responses that he eagerly wanted cock — his only request was for some moderation this time, and for a promise of discretion, and perhaps a delay until Saturday after he had saved himself for Ryan and then for Adam Levine. Robert’s texts were on read, and Chris began to panic as he noted that he was purposefully being ignored, he was being punished. Still, he told himself, once he got to Atlanta, they would see how hunky he was, and would not hesitate to capitulate to his demands of how and when he would get cock. * Chris was anxious throughout the flight. So anxious in fact that he couldn’t resist but take the cocks of both pilots on the private jet as well as that of his private air steward, Jackson. He had texted Ruffalo, Hiddleston, all the old gang but all of them ignored his texts. It is as if word got around of his request for discretion and they were all punishing him by ignoring him. Or perhaps they were in transit. Or focusing on their roles, he told himself, to calm his nerves. Once he checked in to the hotel, he expected that they would — as usual — be waiting for him in his room, their cocks sticking out. And Chris had already reasoned with himself that he would give them blow jobs to keep them happy but not his muscle cunt in order to keep his promise to Ryan and Adam. He was midway through his speech as he unlocked his door “alright guys… alright guys…” only to find his hotel room completely empty. Just the complementary basket of fruit that strangely made the room feel emptier. “Guys? Guys… come on… I know you’re hiding…. Cut this out….” He looked inside the bathroom, looked underneath the bed. Nothing. He called front desk to see if any messages had been left for him — none. Just his assistant telling him to try his costume in case alterations needed to be made. His Thor costume was indeed left for him in one of the closets and Chris began to strip and put on one of his many get ups for this flick. It fit him perfectly, accentuating his big muscles and broad chest. He truly looked like a God. But inside he felt insecure, despondent, paranoid – he decided to text Scarlett if she wanted to get together. That would take his mind off things. “Hey I’m busy with hair and make-up…” she replied “but aren’t you meant to be with the guys? They were all meeting at the soundstage in costume for practice or some bro-y ritual.” That’s it! They were all together for whatever reason and had excluded him. This was BS, Chris thought to himself, and he would go to the soundstage right now and confront them. * Once Chris parked his car in the studio garage, he took one of those golf carts around to find the sound stage they were all assembled in. It wouldn’t be difficult. While there were many, he would find the one with the golf carts outside. Once he located the space where some activity was going on, he walked in. He would keep his resolve, he told himself. This was probably some bullshit game they were playing to pressure him into giving up his ass for them. They knew he would ask around until he figured out where they were. This was some crap. Toying him to make him crave cock. But it wouldn’t work this time! Chris told himself. He had made a promise to Adam and to Ryan, and also to himself, that he would try to mitigate his lust for dick in order to make a good impression as a serious thespian to Benedict and as a role model to Tom and as a respectable ally to his Black Panther co-stars. He was turning a new leaf. He would have some self-restraint, some self-respect, some-resolve. An identity autonomous from his love of dick. He heard some peculiar grunting as he walked inside the sound stage, probably the lads practicing a fight scene, he figured. But what he saw next made him gasp and rub his eyes in disbelief: All his co-stars from the first Avengers were there. But they were assembled in a semi-circle, stroking their cocks, around a naked Chris Pratt who was on all fours on one of many mattresses haphazardly scattered around the soundstage as Dave Bautista was slamming into his ass. Shocking him even further was that the site of young Tom Holland flanked by Benedict their cocks also in the palm of their hands, fapping to the loud spectacle Pratt was making of himself. And next to them were Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie two stars whose cocks he had never had! Hemsworth walked over hurriedly to Downey who looked at him from the corner of his eyes, unimpressed. “Oh… hey…” “What’s going on here?! Why did nobody call me.” “Uhm… well, you’re a bottom we didn’t think you’d be interested,” Downey said with an air of nonchalance. “Why wasn’t I called to get pounded…to join in.” Hemsworth said sotto voce, not wanting Tom Holland or Benedict to hear. “Well, you were acting so fucking uppity and high and mighty, we decided we don’t need you anymore. We have a new — better — bottom. You can scram now Piggy. You can forget getting any of this new dick either.” said Chris Evans with a smirk. While viewed as a wholesome Captain America by the rest of the world, Evans was a jealous douchebag with his Aussie co-star. Hemsworth had tried to befriend him but Evans always acted resentful that Hemsworth was taller, more muscular, had bluer eyes, was more handsome. The fact that the Hemsworth was so friendly, decent, modest, and humble infuriated Evans even more who took it out on him with sadistic rough sex and humiliation. Except now he was doing something far, far worse — he was withholding sex. Hemsworth looked around and noticed that the men were indeed ignoring him. A panic began to overwhelm him that he would not get his fair share of cock on this movie set. Now on Friday. Not on Saturday. Not ever again. And that he would miss out on the opportunity to take on Guardians of the Galaxy cock, Dr Strange cock, and yes, he hated to admit it to himself, even pure Peter Parker’s cock. As the men were intently watching Pratt grunt shamelessly as he get plowed, the Aussie stud began to strip in a kind of frenzied urgency as the rest of the cast members ignored him (or pretended to, at least). Only young Tom seemed to be trying to catch a surreptitious glance at the God of Thunder. Holland’s slender chest heaved with excitement as he surveyed Chris’ imposing size, flushing his already rosy cheeks a deeper shade of red. Once Chris had removed his shirt, however, any pretense of indifference Tom was affecting stripped away, and he turned with unguarded enthusiasm towards the Aussie at the vision of his exposed pecs. Noticing that he had caught the young lad’s eyes, Chris playfully bounced each pec in salutation, smiling as he saw the lad’s disproportionately large cock leaking a stringy strand of precum as he turned his head towards the older actor, his jaw opening in disbelief at what was unfolding. The blue-eyed hunk removed his trousers and boxers briefs next, his thick knob bobbing out as it hit his abs. He got on all fours on one of the mattresses, shaking his shapely ass and wiggling it while he begged: “Fuck me, someone please, please fuck me…. I can’t wait, I need someone to fuck me right now!” The sound of his nemesis pleading, begging pathetically for cock like an abject animal, filled Evans with deep satisfaction. His own cock got even harder at the urgent, aching crack in the voice of the ignored Australian. Hemsworth was foaming at the mouth, his back perfectly arched with his ass sticking up in the air, as he spread his cheeks apart: “Please…. Someone anyone… please… I need your cocks! I’m sorry, please, I’ll be good. I’m sorry for playing tough to get… please… I need it bad.” His co-stars chuckled seeing the hottest man in the world behave in such a depraved manner, begging for someone to fuck him like a whiny kid objecting to being picked last at dodgeball. In addition to the hotness of watching new Piggy Pratt get jackhammered, hearing the Aussie marinade in desperation for their cocks was too delicious. They were so enveloped in the intensity of this heightened, erotic atmosphere that they almost didn’t notice young Tom Holland walk towards Chris. While he was given strict instructions to ignore him until it was “time” to gang up on the Aussie, Peter Parker could not keep away. That butt was too inviting, too muscularly large, the pink hole too irresistible… Chris Hemsworth was just too fucking Chris Hemsworthy that he found himself drawn to him inexorably like a sailor moving closer to the mermaid’s song. Just as Evans realized what was happening, Tom was just about ready to slide his dripping teen cock into Hemsworth only for Downey to grab him by the wrist. “Tom!” he admonished sternly “What did we say?” “I’m sorry Dads, I need to…please…. Please I want to… I have to” moaned Tom as he tried to free himself from his mentor’s tight grasp, his large cock dripping strands of errant precum as it flopped left and right in the ensuing struggle. Tom’s pleas caused a few of the other men — particularly those who had yet to top Hemsworth’s ass to look at each other as if to say “hey maybe we shouldn’t wait.” Evans noticed Anthony Mackie bite his lip and even his own disciple, Sebastian Stan, take a tentative step forward at they gawked at Hemsworth’s ravenous ripe ass writhing and wiggling so obscenely on the mattress like a seal struggling to free itself from beneath a fish net. Hemsworth, in turn, was to dazed with lust for cock to realize what should have been obvious — this was an ambush, and the men were under strict instructions to “pretend” to ignore him until he started pleading and begging for more cock that he bargained for. “Oh, fuck me next- Anthony…Tom… Sebastian… someone…. please…I need it, I want you to fuck me…so bad…” Evans had to accelerate his plans if he wanted first dibs at the debauched Aussie. If he wanted to put him in his place, prove to him once and for all who the real “Alpha” Chris was. “I got this,” said Captain America as he walked confidently towards his co-star. “Being so fucking noisy, don’t you have any self-respect.” He said massaging the outline of his proud All American cock through his lycra suit, a wet spot at the tip where his precum was gathering and saturating the fabric. “Evans… please…. Fuck me… don’t leave me like this… please, fuck me, please.” A sinister grin spread over Evans’ face. He was delighted to hear the co-star he resented so much submit to him like this, beg him for his manhood. “Beg for it, you filthy animal.” “I beg you, Evans, please, I worship your cock, I need your cock. Please let me suck your cock, please, I promise I’ll be good,” moaned the Aussie. Evans smiled and directed Chris to get on his knees in front of him. He pulled down the lycra trousers of his costume and his large 8 inch cock slapped Hemsworth in the face. His cock stood out hard and erect, like a proud, All-American soldier. Hemsworth’s eyes traced its shape lustily, from its thick shaft to the neatly trimmed brown pubes at the base. As Hemsworth stuck out his tongue, Evans slapped his cock across both his cheeks repeatedly only to grab it and thrust it unceremoniously down Hemsworth’s face. As soon as he slid it down his throat, Hemsworth looked up at Captain Ameriva with his piercing blue eyes that came alive with a perverse gratitude. Evans started fucking his co-star’s face with confident steady rhythms, gratified by the slurping, greedy noises of the submissive Norse God. By now, he knew that the Thor star had lost his gag reflex and you could slam your cock down his throat without him missing a beat. Some of Evans’ jealous wrath towards the Aussie was in fact dissipating from the sheer skill of his moral ministrations. Even he found himself unable to deny how satisfying Hemsworth’s lips and wet mouth felt on his cock and how disarming the doe-eyed baby blues of the almost absurdly handsome He Man could be. But then his eyes trailed to the Aussie’s massive nine-inch meatstick which was girthier and longer than Evans’ own respectable knob and a sense of jealous rage overcame him again. All of a sudden, he grabbed Hemsworth’s blonde hair in his fist and started fucking his pretty face with unprecedented roughness and speed, his balls slapping his co-star on the chin as the expert cock sucker found himself almost gagging from the speed and savagery of Evans’ gyrating hips. “Is he hurting him?!” screamed an alarmed Tom Holland, as the observers’ attention drifted between the two blonde Chrises getting plowed. As soon as Hemsworth started gagging, Evans, pushed him on his back and shoved his cock deep inside his arse in one thrust, causing Hemsworth to grunt and moan sharply as he adjusted to the sudden invasion. Evans’ angry thrust pushed through the ring of muscles keeping Hemsworth’s sphincter closed which was etlik escort luckily still somewhat stretched, gooey and elastic from the multiple deposits spread there by his in-transit fucks. Sensing that Hemsworth had whored himself out just moments ago, Evans’ face flushed red with an inexplicable rage at his co-star’s slutty antics as he burrowed deeper inside him only to start jack hammering into his co-star. Hemsworth’ moaned and grunted like a beast at the forceful intrusion. It was just at this moment that Downey found himself unable to resist the handsome Australian’s face any longer. He walked over towards him, jerking off his nine-inch iron stick and slid it into his co-star’s mouth. “God, I forgot how good you were at this,” he cooed as Hemsworth slurped on Iron Man’s meat shaft. Spit roasted by two of his co-stars, two of the finest A-list cocks in Hollywood. Downey Jr. looked at the absurdly handsome, masculine face swallowing his cock, his lips gliding expertly up and down his long knob as he got slam fucked by an angry Evans. And yet not even this demanding fuck could distract Hemsworth from attending dutifully to Iron Man’s big dick. His mouth was slobbering all over its heft, his tongue massaging his cock head and shaft thoroughly in sensual cork screw motions. Hemsworth, in that instance, was thoroughly devoted to cock, and to Robert’s cock in particular. If Evans was pounding his hole in jack-hammering rhythms, Robert was powerfully fucking Hemsworth’s pretty face in slow, steady strokes. Hemsworth’s entire face was covered with sweat and spit as Robert moved his cock in and out in and out of his mouth. “Fuck yeah, suck it, pretty boy. You won’t deny us any more, huh? Be all precious with what’s rightfully ours. Swallow it. Just like that. Swallow it, you pig. That’s right. We’re letting you share with Pratt now, be grateful little piggy.” Hemsworth grunted and moaned. He knew Robert was right. Still, he was so worried that there might be repercussions with Adam and Ryan. Evans was fucking him like a maniac. His thrusts were so brutal, and he appeared almost possessed by fury, manhandling the bigger Chris’ body around like a farmer domineering an unruly animal. He stretched the bottom hunk’s legs open. And, as he fucked him hard, he repeatedly slapped his ass and pecs making both bounce while his mouth hurled pervy trash-talking Hemsworth’s way that were so at odds with Captain America’s squeaky clean and rather milquetoast image. “You fucking disgraceful Pig, you fucking whore, fucking cock-loving slut, you love this shit don’t you, how can you act like you’re so much better than me when you are such a fucking depraved cum slut” he sneered. “You already have so much spunk in your cunt, you can’t help yourself can you, you greedy little Pig. You think you’re the best Chris? You’re not a Chris, you’re a dirty little whore Pig. You don’t even care about being an actor.. All you want is more and more cock, you greedy cum dump, that’s what you live for.. Isn’t it, isn’t it? I’m going to fucking ruin your pussy. I’m gonna teach you a fucking lesson for being such a perverted, twisted slut. You hear me?! You pig, you just want my superior loads up that insatiable slut ass of yours. That’s why you came here right? You fucking love it, right?” The trash talking was sending Hemsworth into a domain of full bliss even though some of Chris’ co-stars were thinking Captain America needed to take a chill pill and let go of this whole jealousy thing. But his angry antics had their desired effect, they guessed, sending the impossibly muscular (and, in their minds, far more superior) Chris over the edge with all the rough slam-fucking and dirty talk from the seemingly sedate, put-together and frankly borderline boring Evans. Captain America began to grunt angrily, his face flushed red and his eyes almost demonically alighted as he continued to hate-fuck his co-star. The blissed-out enjoyment Hemsworth was getting from the pounding, however, as he tenderly and lovingly sucked on Downey-Jr’s cock, was pissing off Evans so much but also turning him on. He felt his orgasm surge and started screaming expletives in a kind of deranged frenzy — Pig! Whore! Dirty Cum Guzzling Motherfucker! (that prompted Benedict, in fact, to cover young Tom Holland’s impressionable ears) as he unloaded his potent stream of All-American cum into his nemesis’ man-sphincter, just as Downey-Jr shot a large load of milky jizz down his co-stars greedily guzzling throat. * At first, Pratt was annoyed at having to share cock with Hemsworth. He was a greedy fucker and wanted first dibs on all the cocks and all the loads. But he had to remind himself that there was more than enough cock to go around and that each of these co-stars were studly enough to have multiple loads stored up inside them. He knew he would make his way to each and every one of these dicks. His only wish was that Hemsworth would shove his impressive fuck stick inside him, but he had been warned that the Aussie was an exclusive power bottom — the most formidable power bottom in Hollywood, even more so than his mentor, Hugh Jackman. Still, Pratt reasoned, as Dave Bautista slam fucked his ass, that he could probably take a few tips from the Aussie slut. Hems was a seasoned veteran of depravity and Pratt was comparatively newer to gangbangs. Sure, he had taken loads from both Gregory Smith and Treat Williams his co-stars on Everwood regularly as a young actor, and later from Peter Gallagher and Adam Brody on the set of the O.C.. But he rationalized those experience initially as just youthful fooling around and experimentation with his sexuality even though he deeply enjoyed and thought about their cocks and hot loads frequently when he was with other women. But his full conversion into whoredom happened when he was trying to lose weight for the first time to become a bonafide movie-star. At the time, execs recognized he had the charisma in spades but lacked the physical discipline to make himself movie-star fit. At first, nothing was working. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t help but blast away a day of cross-fit and weight training by going back to his home and eating his own weight in junk food. He had gone through a revolving door of trainers and dieticians. When the studios were almost at wit’s end, they roped in his current trainer, Instagram star Brock O’Hurn who, frustrated with how Pratt could not stop stuffing his face with treats and hot dogs, shoved him against the wall one day during practice, pulled down his pants and fucked him raw with his potent horse-sized cock. Ever since that day, taking and sucking dick is what did the trick to curb Pratt’s bottomless appetite – replacing calories with cock, milk shakes with sperm shakes. Noticing his progress, O’Hurn would continuously recruit tons of his insta fitness buddies to shoot a load into Pratt’s mouth and ass before, during, and after practice to avoid him binge eating on snacks until he had moulded him into the Men’s Health cover boy he was today. These results, of course, only made his trainer friends want to fuck him even more. Cock motivated Pratt to watch his diet and to treat the gym with a religious fervor. With so much cock now in his life, he could stuff his greedy, handsome face — which, even now, didn’t quite lose something pleasantly full about it – with man weiners rather than actual hotdogs. He could have his thick cakes pounded rather than put on pounds by jackhammering actual cake into his mouth. And here he found himself on his back grunting softly, his large cock leaking on his abs, as Bautista began to tense up with his tell-tale grunts, inseminating his juicy white boy ass with a copious load of wrestler juice. Bradley Cooper, who until then had been jerking off observing the spectacle took no time at replacing Bautista. On the set of Guardians of the Galaxy, Pratt knew Dave could go all night, and he was glad whenever Bradley and Vin could join in, as they were just as insatiable. Bradley loved feeling the warm goo ooze out of Pratt’s hole as he shoved his ten-incher in. Pratt moaned noisily, his eyes expanding, as he felt Cooper’s thick fuck stick reshape his insides as he pushed in and out of the blonde actor’s luscious, ample ass. “Yeah, you like that big boy? Show me how good you are at taking dick.” “Fuck me…” Pratt moaned, closing his eyes as if he was praying, “Fuck me, he pleaded,” over and over. Pratty’s fat, fuckable ass was so fucking tight, Cooper thought, but also so warm and welcoming, like home-made Apple pie. He loved how expressive his face was as he got fucked, how stupid and even excited Pratt looked whenever Bradley pounded into just the right spot at just the right angle. It would be fun to compare this whore to the even more muscular pig taking it from Chris Evans just nearby. Both blonde Pig Chrises were equally as noisy. “Fuck me, pound me, fuck me, pound me, fuck me, fuck me, oh god fuck me,” moaned Pratt, over and over and over again in a kind of demented mantra as he repeatedly inhaled Cooper’s Philly steakpole into his insatiable, willing hole. Feeling a tell-tale shift in the rhythm of Cooper’s hard pounding, Pratt began to squeeze down on his cock like a vice, contracting then letting go, a technique O’Hurn had taught him to bring a cock over the edge and seed him with a beloved load. “Oh fuck, fucking whore, fucking pig!” moaned Bradley as he blasted a fresh load of goo right into Pratt’s greedy rectum. Pratt moaned happily as he felt himself flooded by sperm, using his sphincter to milk Bradley’s cock out of every last drop, proudly showing his bottom techniques. After grunting and spasming, Cooper wiped his cock on the blonde actor’s plump butt cheeks as if he were wiping his hands on a towel rag after washing them. Wordlessly he winked down at the slut and walked away, as greedy Pratt looked around like a demented Golden Retriever excited to see who was next. * As soon as Evans pulled out of his hole, Hemsworth immediately got filled with another cock. His eyes were still shut but from the angle of the thrust, and the way the walls of his sphincter wrapped around the intruding shaft, he knew it had to be his onscreen brother and real-life fuck buddy, Tom Hiddleston. Chris opened his baby blues and saw the British actor above him, smiling his trademark, crooked smile as he continued to draw his dick in and out of the Norse God’s sweet snatch. “Hey there, brother,” said Hiddleston playfully “Good to see your pussy is still so tight, I was worried…. I know you’re a slut”. Whenever he fucked Chris he couldn’t help but roleplay that they were real flesh and blood siblings, even though today he was a fire cry from Loki. He was not wearing the usual pallid make-up and dark wig the role required, but rather his natural complexion and brown curls were on full display. Chris moaned softly, wrapping his massive arms around his brother’s neck and pulling the Brit in for a long, incestuous kiss. “Fuck, you really know how to fuck me, brother, don’t stop… shove that British sausage inside me” Hiddleston’s cock was extremely long, and though his waist was tight and his thighs slender, he knew how to maximize their strength and pound his British sausage hard and straight into Thor’s prostate with the precision of a sniper, eliciting load slutty moans from the muscular Aussie. The longer Hiddleston fucked him, the more Hemsworth couldn’t help but squeal and wail from the pleasure that the tall, slender Brit was pounding into his cunt repeatedly. “Oh fuck yeah, love it when you moan like a slut like that brother,” said Hiddleston, grabbing Chris’ massive pecs in his hands, feeling their size and heft, their weight and amplitude, before bending down and sucking on his sensitive nipples’ making the blonde giant grunt and moan even more. “Fuck, you dirty little hog! You’re so fucking shameless I love it when you moan like that! Squeal for me little piggy, squeal!” Hemsworth looked at Tom pleadingly, as if to say “please, my nipples are too sensitive,” which just made the trickster suck on them more, as he pounded his thick cock in lethal, long-dick strokes that had Hemsworth grunt and moan. Hiddleston loved it when the hunky bottom slutted out like this, moaning shamelessly not like the stoic, upstanding movie star he was but like a wanton harlot in heat. Chris’ pussy was truly the best he had ever had — even better than Taylor Swift’s — it was still so tight due to Chris’ careful sphincter exercises even though his immoderate passion for cock would suggest it would be sloppy and loose by now. And the fact that such a slut should have such a flawless body and face, occasionally making the none-too-shabby Hiddleston self-conscious, made fucking the whore even more gratifying. Hemsworth was loving each thrust, moaning and squealing like a hapless pig, his blue eyes glazing over in a lustful stupor as he stared at Tom’s face. “Yeah take that whore, cunt… you’ve been missing this cock haven’t you… yeah take it up your slut hole.” Tom began repeating “take it… take it… take it” in a mantra. Soon he felt a tell-tale tingling, and his cock squirted a series of copious loads into the muscle bottom’s hole that caused him to fell on top of the muscle man, as he spasmed on top of him from the sheer force of his orgasm. After Chris’ insatiable cunt had squeezed the last remnants of cock from the actor, the two men laughed in each other’s arms at the intensity of the orgasm before they kissed passionately, as Tom felt his cock deflate slowly inside his brother. His eyes closed, lost in a passionate kiss, Hemsworth’ heard a spanking sound. “Come on, bro, this shit is cute and all, but there is a long line.” Hiddleston smiled and shrugged his shoulders as if he had been caught taking an extra canape cheekily, not fucking his on-screen brother. “I’ll catch up with you later, brother, the crowd’s getting impatient, as is that whore ass I’m sure,” said Hiddleston before he flicked a speck of stray cum from Chris cheek and fed to him as a parting gift. But before Hemsworth could even miss Hiddleston he saw who the next, impatient fuckers would be: Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan! The actors motioned for Hemsworth to stand up. With both men on either side of him, they began to rub his torso, spreading their hands all over his broad chest. Hemsworth began to flex instinctively, as Mackie passed his lips all over the sculpted Ivory flesh. “This is fucking unreal,” said Mackie, who was no slouch himself, as he worshipped the film star’s inflated physiognomy. “I call dibs,” said Anthony, talking directly to Sebastian, instructing Chris to get on all fours and shoving his cock in immediately. Chris wiggled his alabaster ass on Mackie’s cock as it slowly impaled him. Evans, Hiddleston and Downey had been great, but he was particularly excited for Mackie, as this was the first new cock of the day he was inhaling into his cunt. He moaned and grunted, feeling the large brown manshaft rearrange his insides, as he began to make out passionately with a star struck Sebastian. Soon, however, Seb pushed Chris’ head down towards his Romanian manhood, a meaty seven incher, which Chris happily swallowed. Mackie pushed in and out slowly, wanting to feel the loads ooze around his cock. “Fuck, whore, this is one sloppy cunt. You are one dirty slut aren’t you,” sneered Anthony playfully as he slapped Chris’ ass. Spitting Seb’s dick out for a moment, Chris pleaded “Fuck me, harder, please fuck me harder with that fucking big cock of yours.” “OH harder? He says? Harder?” That’s all the goading Anthony needed. Grabbing the blonde muscle bitch by the hair, he began to pound his ass furiously, making Chris shake and quiver with each hard thrust. Despite Anthony’s deep hard pounding, Chris’ tongue continued to work wonders around Sebastian’s hard cock. Stan put both hands on the blonde actor’s head as Chris looked up at him as he flicked the sensitive underside of his cockhead in long licks. Sebastian moaned and had to close his eyes, unable to believe that such a masculine, handsome face was sucking his own cock with such a depraved fervor, loving the feeling of that throat squeezing down to the very bottom of his shaft when Mackie released a particularly vigorous thrust. He felt the Aussie’s tongue expertly move up his cock to the very top, then swirl back down, as he sucked his shaft. The feelings were so intense that at first Seb had to keep his eyes closed and yet he knew that the image of the A-list actor slutting out on his own cock would be an image he would regret not immortalizing in his eyes. As soon as Sebastian’s looked down on him, however, he nearly lost control and jizzed right there and at the spectacle of Chris’ blue eyes staring at him with an intent devotion as he administered his sensational blowjob. Sebastian felt a twinge in his cock, feeling he was so close. “Chris, fuck, you cock sucker, I’m about to cum.” His sapphire eyes still staring up at Sebastian, piggy Chris just grunted “Mmhmmmmmffmmm”, with his mouth full of cock as he got railed from Anthony from behind. That sound was so beautiful to Stan — at once baritone, so masculine, but also so depraved and filthy. Chris never once stopped his expert oral ministrations even as Stan’s buddy, Mackie, was pounding his hole with relentless vigor. The Winter Soldier actor needed to inhale deeply, overcome with the insanely hot vision of his cock disappearing again and again into the Australian actor’s hungry mouth, into that impossibly handsome face while those piercing blue eyes never lost contact with him. Without warning, Sebastian’s penis unleashed streams of hot cum into the blonde actor’s gullet, Chris’ eyes expanding in eager surprise as he sucked the overflowing manmilk. Even as Sebastian unloaded his cum at a rate faster than Hemsworth could swallow, the Aussie’s beautiful lips continued to bop up and down on the pulsating dick, eager to catch each drop. Sebastian was having an out-of-body experience: his cock spasming and releasing thick ejaculate down the mega movie star’s throat as he kept thrusting his cock, fucking his perfect face. Thor’s eyes seemed to be staring up at him pleadingly, begging for the cum never to stop, desperate to suck every last drop of that cock sauce. “Oh yeah, drink it, you cocksucking whore! Fucking suck my load, greedy pig, swallow it, fucking cocksucker” In the meantime, Anthony was picking up his pace, enjoying the feeling of thick manhood encased in the moist warmth of A-list man pussy. He steadily began to increase the intensity of his assault, ploughing into the muscular blonde with accelerating speed as witnessing his slutty, cock-sucking antics drove him into a kind of adrenalin rush. Chris moaned from ecstasy, his mouth still filled with Sebastian’s jizz. He arched his back upwards and Anthony clasped him from behind. “Yeah just like that, you like that dirty faggot?” He gripped his pecs tightly, trying to furrow his cock even deeper into Chris. His cock plunged repeatedly into the milky muscle god, over and over again, as the white harlot thrust his hips backwards to greet his invasions, as the sound of their bodies slapping together began to ricochet across the room. Chris’ large pecs bounced from the impact of each thrust, he closed his eyes lost in a haze of sexual bliss, Sebastian’s cum dripping from the sides of his mouth as he moaned obscenely. “Yeah take it you fucking faggot pig cock sucker take it!” Anthony’s engorged cock began to spasm and shoot its large load inside Chris, squirting and oozing down the sides of his sculpted buttocks. He cried out in pleasure as Hemsworth’s sphincter wrapped against his fountaining manhood. Still pushing in and out of the muscular blonde, Anthony scooped some of his cum from the white man’s thighs and fed it to him, making sure to smear his fingers in the filthy greedy piggy’s face after he had greedily licked most of it from his fingers. * Evans walked over to where Pratt was perched. He smiled seeing his good friend, Paul Rudd kneeling in front of the beefy Jurassic Park actor’s large ass, who was lying on his back and hoisting up his legs. “Fuck me, Paul, please fuck me, I’ve been dying to have your cock inside me,” moaned Pratt. The Jurassic Park actor’s face held that dumb look of sheer contentment as Paul’s tongue snaked its way up his ass, as he cupped each jiggling, fleshy cake that seemed to cause Pratt’s hole to ooze out more cum like an ice cream machine. Rudd was not in this Avengers movie this time, but his agents had recommended he go there to bond with the cast since he was going to be part of the Marvel franchise eventually. Little did he know there was so much sex going on, that Chris Hemsworth and Pratt would prove to be competing slut bottom Pigs and that there would be so many loads to felch out of holes — one of his favorite activities. He was currently snaking up his hole around Pratt’s yummy pucker, licking up the fresh cream pies eagerly. Evans smiled at his dutiful friend. Even though Rudd had a reputation as “Ametica’s boyfriend”, Evans knew that deep down Rudd was a sex-addict pervert lunging at any opportunity for smutty sex — the raunchier the better. “Hey there, Rudd, glad you could join us.” Paul lifted his face from between Pratt’s butt-cheeks for a second, unleashing his wholesome, disarming smile towards Evans, a milk mustache and goatee rimming his face. “Oh hey ya, Chris!” “Mind if I fuck this beefy Pig? He deserves a lesson. I know you like to have your cock sucked too before you stick it up a Pig’s hole and looks like this cockwhore is getting impatient.” “Of course, buddy, I’ve been dying to feel his mouth on my dick.” Paul got up all excited, as Evans spanked Pratt’s ass telling him to get on all fours. Evans wolf-whistled and licked his lips as he saw the meaty ass arch towards him, Pratt’s inviting hole drooling jizz. Rudd guided his long, girthy cock to Pratt’s expectant lips, who couldn’t believe how yummy Paul’s dick tasted in his mouth as he swallowed it with the relish of a professional hot dog eater. Rudd gave Evans the thumbs up, and Evans walked slowly towards the other Chris teasing his hole with his cock head. Fucking Hemsworth had not mitigated his sense of feral lust, it had only amplified it, and here was yet another Chris who was stealing attention and popularity from him. Who was winning the title of America’s matinee idol when he was actually a sick, twisted, perverted, insatiable pig. He would have to pay and Evans was more than happy to deliver the punishment. His co-stars could see what was happening a mile away and rolled their eyes: here goes Evans with his vendetta against all things Chris! Pratt himself was caught between the conflicting but in some ways complementary energies of Rudd and Evans. While the former was horny in an eager, enthusiastic, and friendly way, Evans, he noticed, had a dark, rough energy that he had glimpsed as he observed Captain America plow mercilessly into Hemsworth. This both frightened but also excited Pratt. Pratt moaned on Rudd’s delicious dick, reaching behind himself, he stuck a finger up his hungry cunt. As his digits wiggled their way in, a stream of jizz squirted out and dripped down his thick thighs. “I can’t wait…please fuck me Evans… thrust your dick up my cunt… and Paul, I want your cock in my mouth.” It was a sight to behold. Three studs embodying All-American looks: one classic (Evans), one wholesome (Rudd), the other goofy (Pratt) engaging in filthy gay sex. Rudd pulled out his cock momentarily from Pratt’s mouth slapping its thick wetness against Pratt’s jolly cheeks before sliding it back in. At that moment, Evans thrust his entire thick spear up Pratt’s meaty butt, impaling the Guardian of the Galaxy star’s throat deeper down his buddy Rudd’s ankara escort bayan penis. Pratt’s nose was pressed right up against Paul’s brown pubes, as his lungs were filled suddenly with his musk. Pratt wriggled and writhed and squealed like a stuck pig as Evans jack hammered into the thick ass, spanking it with gusto as he pistoned in and out, his muscular torso gleaming proudly with sweat. Pratt was in heaven as he felt Evans’ big dick stretch his pussy wide. Evans’ hands squeezed his ample ass cheeks as Pratt bounced them back on his groin to meet the intense rhythms of Evans pounding, feeling Captain America’s cock slam into him faster. And yet Pratt was also intent on staying focused on the delicious cock in his mouth, licking up and down its length. He savored the spongy cockhead with his warm, inviting lips, sucking the meaty thickness of the shaft as it glided down his throat. “Fuck, you suck cock so well huh little Pig?,” purred Paul “You’ve been practicing a ton haven’t you, you little whore?” he whispered, as he guided Pratt’s mouth up and down his legnth. “You’re a fuckin’ cock-loving slut who lives for taking up cocks up both your holes, aren’t you?” Hemsworth watched enviously at Pratt sucking Paul Rudd’s cock as he bounced up and down on Mark Ruffalo’s fat Italian sausage. Ruffalo was lecturing him on various political treatises as he pounded the beefy Australian’s butt cheeks. Hemsworth, half-listened and genuinely took mental notes at the actor’s leftist perspective on things, while at the same time trying to focus on the thick dick he was riding and his paralyzing envy that Pratt was getting first dibs at Rudd’s cock. This was all because he had acted so precious and uppity, momentarily denying his co-stars his ass, and it was right he should be punished — but this? This was almost too cruel. He sincerely hoped Rudd would not run out of loads and he would get to have some deposited deep into his needful snatch. Pratt was panicking, despite his best efforts he didn’t understand why Rudd’s penis was softening in his mouth. Until all of a sudden his mouth began to fill up with a tangy, hot liquid — at first, he thought Paul was coming already — until he realized what was flowing down his throat wasn’t jizz, but piss. And he was drinking directly from the tap! The piss was flowing faster than he could swallow and he was momentarily gagging but Rudd would have none of it. He pressed the actor’s face down on his pubes and ordered him to breathe from his nose and guzzle, all while a ferally possessed Evans did not cease with his unrelenting assault on the actor’s salacious bum. The pee was started overflowing from Pratt’s mouth, a spectacle so filthy that Evans was driven over the edge. “Wow that’s so fucking filthy… drench him good, Pauly” Evans began to spasm and in a series of violent thrusts ejaculated deep into Pratt’s cheeks. This was also almost too much for Hemsworth to endure. He began to squeeze his sphincter tight on Ruffalo’s dick, his large pecs hyperventilating with jealousy as he witnessed Paul Rudd peeing down Pratt’s throat, wishing it was him in the Guardian of the Galaxy actor’s place! He could no longer hear Ruffalo’s pleas for him to slow down, he kept riding him faster, kept squeezing the thick woke dick with his cunt until he felt it unleash its copious sperm into his ass, just as Rudd wiped the last stray remnants of piss on an overwhelmed yet highly appreciative Pratt’s face. Evans pulled out of Pratt’s hole with a plopping sound, and Rudd was greeted to the rapid drainage of cum as he prepared to shove his newly hard cock where his buddy had just deposited his load. Pratt, exhausted from the ordeal, was lying on the ground, but kept his butt high in the air, his face pressed on the mattress in a puddle of piss and cum. As soon as he felt Rudd penetrate him, he wiggled his bare butt like a slut needing even more fresh cum deposits. Reaching behind him, he pulled his butt cheeks open to allow his co-star greater leverage. The excitement of peeing down his colleague’s greedy yet unsuspecting throat made Paul’s orgasm imminent. He gave the blonde actor several satisfyingly hard and nasty thrusts that made him moan in undignified shrieks before draining his America’s sweetheart sperm deep inside him. End of Part 1 Comments? Questions? Suggestions? jeroengogo@ Also, please answer the google survey for the next two Hemsworth stories. Chris gangbanged by twinks/twunks and a “vignette” story consisting of multiple episodes where you can choose random celebs/non-celebs who will have a go at gle/forms/d/1nE7TLtDKJcgateHv4Mx8vU5R7uDJLMtm8eD5G6ku-ow/edi t * Part 2: Chris Hemsworth’s Avengers Gangbang Benedict Cumberbatch held the shoulders of an increasingly antsy Tom Holland, who was writhing and pleading to have his turn on either of the blonde sluts. “Be patient. I know these kinds of degenerates well, they will be even more exquisite once you’ve given them the odd bang — then they really get going.” Even prior to shooting, the older thespian had assumed become something of a chaperone role for the newly minted Peter Parker. Shortly after being considered for the new Spider Man, studio executives had the young actor screen test for chemistry with actors they were considering for franchise sequels. It is here that Holland met Jake Gyllenhaal, one of Benedict’s closest pals, one of those rare actors who, like him, could move seamlessly between the stage and the multiplex. Gyllenhaal was something of a bisexual player, fucking both men and women, an elegant gentleman who was nonetheless resistant to commitment. Initially, he thought things with the British twink would be just a playful romp in the sack but he found himself ultimately disarmed and attached by Tom’s rambunctious antics, his casual exuberance that expressed itself marvelously in an unguarded mouth as well as a carefree appetite and curiosity for sex. Just a few days after seducing and fucking the cute twink in London and flying back to California — thinking he would be just another ho he fucked and abandoned – Jake could not get the sweet lad out of his mind. He called all big studio execs and insisted Holland was the one to cast — a natural star. In awe of the older actor, Tom became devoted to Jake, and the two men started not just fucking but also dating romantically, even though they still awkwardly orbited around the word “boyfriend.” Cumberbatch was a good friend of the American hunk– both of them, after all, were serious actors who were slumming it in the Marvel franchise for the money, the recognition, but also the camaraderie. In fact, they had a secret group chat that included Tilda Swinton, separate to all the other Marvel stars even though Evans was desperate to get on it. As a result, Jake had asked his good friend to keep an eye on his young and impressionable “boyfriend.” “You want him to behave?” “On the contrary, I want you to help him misbehave but misbehave intelligently.” When Jake had initially floated this idea to Benny C. in a café in London, the British actor arched his eyebrow to inquire whether his oversight should include “the full package of his mentorship.” Emphasis on package. Jake just laughed and said that he would expect nothing less, that he would want the boy he had grown to love so much to have the most riveting of sexual educations that would expand not just his hole but his horizons. In fact, as the lad’s own sexual persona developed, Jake thought it was his responsibility as his older boyfriend to guide him not only through the ropes of being an adept bottom, for which the lad had a natural penchant, but also for him to become a good top. And Cumberbatch, he had to admit, was one of the best. Benedict’s secret was that he possessed a famously large and powerful cock, a cock so objectively magnificent even Jake — who was mostly a top — could not resist sucking it and sliding his lips down on it whenever offered the opportunity. Therein lay the enigmatic yet undeniable appeal of the Brit’s sexiness, with his vaguely arch manner and goofy features. He had a manner that the youngsters, Cumberbatch would later learn from Tom, called Big Dick Energy. And Big, indeed, it was. With Jake’s blessing and encouragement, Cumberbatch fucked a noisy and appreciative Holland constantly, particularly when his co-star would be pouty missing his boyfriend Jake, or get homesick for his mates back home or his favorite tea time snacks the studios couldn’t procure in the States. Such was their chemistry that the press office would eventually pair Benny C. and Tom together for press junkets after the movie wrapped, as Benedict had developed a strict yet doting rapport with Tom, encouraging his development as an actor, expertly steering him away from his enthusiastic tendency to share spoilers with journalists, and helping the easily distracted goof-ball remain more or less focused on his tasks. One of those tasks was to observe the technique of the other tops, as they plowed their way into the two blonde Chrises. Tom at first wanted to go first, but Benedict wanted him to study how a certain actor thrust his hips at a certain angle, or how Mackie, for instance, paced his pounding given tone and cadence to his plunder, in order to elicit a particularly loud moan from either one of the Piggys. “And try to avoid the unfocused jackhammering of…. Well… certain co-stars.” “I wanna go! I wanna go!” pleaded a restless Holland, concerned that either actor would be too wiped out before he had a chance to shove his eager dick inside them. It was a dream come true. Not only was he about to have an orgy with all these famous A-list actors but two of the hottest men in the world had, to his complete shock and thrill, proven to be the most depraved and cock-hungry sluts. As soon as Hemsworth got off Ruffalo’s dick, Tom turned around with large, expectant eyes towards Benedict — yet again inquiring if now, finally, was his time to have a go. Benedict nodded yes, and the sprightly Peter Parker made his way towards Chris before anyone could cut in line before him. As Chris was standing up, he smiled seeing the handsome boy. “Oh fuck! You’re Chris Hemsworth! I’m Tom… it’s so… so awesome to meet you!” The situation was almost comically absurd. For a second, Tom Holland wasn’t a top at a gang bang, his hard dick leaking jizz on the floor. An A-list fucker about to deposit his load into that particular party’s pass around bottom. No, at the moment he was just a star-struck fan, staring up at the enormously muscular 6″3 actor from his 5″8 vantage point. “It’s good to meet you, Tom,” Chris replied sheepishly. He had a pang of guilt. He had wanted for Tom not to see him like this at first — a cock-crazed whore. He remembered his earlier fantasies of being a mentor to the young lad, keeping him away from the corrupting forces of Hollywood, advising him on how to act responsibly in this career, how to keep his feet firmly on the ground and stay humble… Chris almost berated himself for the kind of shamelessly whorish display and bad example he had set for the teen star with his inability to reign in his carnal urges. Detecting an air of sudden ambivalence in Chris’ handsome face, Tom immediately panicked. His star-struck, carefree expression turned into one of solemn concern. In his eagerness to fuck Chris Hemsworth, it dawned on him that maybe Chris did not feel the same way — after all, he wasn’t a muscle hunk like the other Avengers. Yes, he was no longer scrawny, he was fit but still a lean twink, and this made the young actor slightly self-conscious. Little did he know that his youthful energy is what made him so irresistible to a desirious but guilty Hemsworth. “Oh Chris! Fuck… I mean… we don’t, if you don’t want to… It’s my dream to…. I’ve always wanted to…so so bad… but if you don’t… oh but it would be so great! You have got to let me try… if you like that is! … I promise it works great! I’ve been practicing! I can make you feel really really good too… I promise!” Chris realized his mistake — because of his stupid self-doubts he had momentarily made the precious, sexy lad feel self-conscious, even bad about himself. Chris felt like a jerk. This was the furthest thing from what he wanted to do. He would have to instead rectify that situation immediately. As the teen continued to ramble in anxious excitement, Chris bent down and kissed his lips, sliding his ravenous tongue inside that of the British teen heart-throb. Holland’s warm mouth yielded to the Aussie’s almost engulfing hunger in relief. Gradually, he took control of the kiss, becoming more assertive, controlling the kiss’ rhythm and pace, pushing his tongue deep into Hemsworth’s mouth. He remembered Benedict’s instructions: if you’re going to be a top kiss like a top. He groped the big bottom’s large biceps and ass assertively, proprietarily. Chris then got on his knees, his stunning blue eyes focused intently on Holland’s. He took Tom’s jaunty, stiff cock in his hand, assessing it longily like a curator of ivory. It was beautiful, a stunning eight incher jutting enthusiastically out of neatly trimmed pubes. Just like its owner, it had a buoyant and friendly bounce to its step. Hemsworth spat gently in his hand, and began to stroke it – slowly, wonderfully – feeling its youthful arousal and heft. “Oooh… Mr. Hemsworth… OH, I mean, Chris,” moaned the lad. Chris continued to pump the lad’s cock up and down. He was so stiff, he wanted Chris so much. Tom’s cute face was contorted into a grimace of pleasure, as his lithe torso began to shudder from the intense waves surging across his body. While at first Tom wanted to close his eyes, he knew he needed to keep them wide open and absorb everything, fully witness what was an unimaginable fantasy a few weeks ago but was now unfolding before his very eyes: Chris Hemsworth on his knees, squeezing his cock. It wasn’t every day that your superhero idol was worshipping your mahood as his sapphire eyes looked up adoringly at you. This train of thought was interrupted by Hemsworth opening his mouth wide and welcoming Tom’s stiffness in its enveloping wetness, his cock head tastily coated by a satisfying layer of pre-jizz. Holland moaned and held Chris’ blonde head for leverage, as he felt his stiff dick sink into the warmth of the Australian’s lips. To think that less than a year ago he was jerking off to this same actor who was now feasting on his meaty rod…. It was… it was too much. Chris’ tongue carefully licked the boy’s cockhead, and started moving up and down his shaft, his nose repeatedly hitting the lad’s pubes and taking in his sweetly musky aroma. Hemsworth’s suction gradually grew stronger as he continued to swallow the stiff cock down his hungry throat. It tasted exceptionally good. It was heavenly. He knew, right then and there, he would be taking planes across the planet to be reunited with this cock again. Soon, Hemsworth went into full crazed cock-whore mode, bobbing up and down on the lad’s appreciative dick. Tom, remembering the lessons Benedict taught him, began to gyrate his lithe hips to skull-fuck the hot muscle man’s mouth, feeling the exquisite contraction of his accommodating throat. “Call me master,” Tom suddenly ordered. Chris spat out his dick momentarily to show he had understood. “Yes master, sir” he responded. Tom looked down at him, smiling in wondrous disbelief at his good fortune, and slapped his wet uncut dick on an unsuspecting Hemsworth’s stunned face. He slapped his face over and over again, laughing playfully at the obscene sound it made, moving it away as Hemsworth tried desperately to swallow it again. What a prankster! “Please let me continue sucking it, master, please, it’s too tasty,” Hemsworth pleaded, almost lovesick with his craving for Holland’s cock. Tommy continued to slap his wet dick on Thor’s immaculately handsome face, before guiding it back down into his ravenous, appreciative mouth. “MMM yah you wanted that huh, here you go, you naughty naughty slag” Chris loved how it tasted, licking and savoring the flared head, sucking it with an even greater sense of urgency. “Squeeze your tits, together” ordered Tom. Hemsworth pushed his pecs and an enthusiastic Holland began to grope and squeeze them, feeling their ample size and rise. He laughed gleefully as Hemsworth bounced them in his youthful hands. Extracting his cock out of Chris’ face with an audible pop, he then began to slide his dick between the Australian’s pecs, already slick with so much sweat, feeling it rub against the space between his muscular tits. “On your back, Pig, it’s time for you to get fucked!” “Yes, Master, please, fuck me, Master!” Holland lined his throbbing shaft with the creamy, winking hole of the well stretched Australian. He moaned softly, feeling the slutty suction of his sphincter, the way it pulled his cock in deep with an unabashed need for more. Whatever guilt Hemsworth was feeling for seducing such an impressionable young star was eclipsed by his feral lust to get pounded by his sexy young cock. But Hemsworth did not need to worry — Tom, despite his young age, made it clear immediately that he knew what he was doing. He pushed his long fat dick into the blonde actor’s meaty butt until it reached the very hilt. He looked down at the moaning actor with a sweetly proud smile. “God, you feel so fucking good, I can’t wait to tell Jake about this!” He let his cock in there for a moment, just as Benedict had taught him, allowing the Aussie to feel his full-length throb inside him, allowing the stretched and sticky walls of the Aussie cunt to mould themselves against the imprint of his British invasion. Slowly, Tom began to withdraw his cock that made Chris feel desperately empty. His cock made an audible popping noise as it slid out of the star’s cunt, only for him to thrust it right in again to the very hilt. He did this over and over again, driving the Aussie wild with the surge of aching emptiness followed by unchecked rush of fullness…. Over and over again. “Oh my god, Tom! Who taught you that? Oh my god….Master, please fuck me, please fuck me, fuck me! I need your cock, oh please, Master Tom,” Chris was practically wailing with lust. Tom beamed proudly seeing such a muscular, handsome stud like Chris wail sluttily for his cock, his eyes half-shut in a haze of feverish lust. Holland quickly turned to Benedict watching like a proud parent from the side-wing and gave him a thumbs up, which made the older thespian just laugh and wink back at him. Benedict had taught Holland not to start fucking in earnest until a Piggy is begging and pleading for it, and he was proud to see that Peter Parker was an apt and attentive pupil. “What’s that filthy Pig? Speak clearly I don’t speak Oinks.” Chris was shocked, but oddly aroused, by the sudden domineering edge in the actor’s voice. “Please, Master, I need it bad. I need your cock to slam me hard. Please. Give it to me, rough, give it to me hard, young master,” As soon as Tom heard Chris’ lustful begs, they were off and fucking in a steadily intense rhythm. Tom eagerly explored Chris’ broad pecs and shoulders as he thrust inside him, squeezing those legendary muscles as he pounded his whore. He pinched the nipples on those impossibly large pecs, causing his co-star to arch his back in ecstasy and wiggle his butt, impaling him even deeper into Tom. “Oh Tom!!! Ungh aah aaaah…! Oo-o-ohh… oh fuck, ah fuck, fucking me just like that, Master, oh my god, that’s so-o-o fucking good…” Chris was squealing in delight. “Yeah take my fat cock, you fucking cum pig whore. Take my big teen dick,” sneered Tom, it felt good to say those nasty words at no other than Chris Hemsworth as his muscular tits bounced eagerly. He wasn’t entirely sure of where this foul language was coming from, some hidden reservoir he didn’t know he possessed, but it was overflowing and he didn’t want it to stop. “Fucking nasty whore, you live for my knob innit? You just want to get pounded nonstop, you filthy slag.” Hemsworth couldn’t believe that the sweet lad he had met just seconds ago had all of a sudden turned into a fierce dom top who was giving him the best and most intense pounding of the day thus far. Despite the lad’s lither, smaller physique his cock knew how to take full command and decimate the bigger hunk’s creamy pussy. Chris was in a trance like state of extasy, desperately pushing and gyrating his juicy ass back in adoring appreciation for his new master’s prowess. “Yeah just like that little Piggy, take my fat knob, you filthy, dirty cock-sucking slag! Oh fuck you dirty, nasty little Pig! You dirty little cunt!” It felt so intensely good, Tom found Chris’ prostate almost immediately and was pounding it fervently – Chris never wanted the pounding to end. “Oh Tom, oh Master Tom…” he moaned. “I love your dick. Give me that big Twink cock, as hard as you can. I want to feel you shoot your spider’s web in me. I want to feel your fucking load…I need that sperm, I want it in my slut hole…” Hemsworth’s dirty talk was driving Holland over the edge. Giving Chris a few more rough thrusts, Holland lost control only a few seconds after. “Oh fuck… I’m cumming… I’m cumming…” he screamed, holding on to the actor’s powerful legs as he almost lost his balance. “Oh sweet jesus, Oh you fucking nasty whore…take my load…. Take my creamy loads…” Chris arched his back and cooed as he felt Tom’s hot spunk unload inside his man tunnel, soaking its hungry walls, making it even stickier. Tom’s dick nonetheless continued its piercing pressure on his prostate as it orgasmed. Chris felt his own load surge and, without touching himself, he felt rope after rope of his own jizz fountain out of his cock as he loudly screamed. “Oh my God! I did that! Do you see Ben! Oh my god! I did that! I made Chris Hemsworth cum without touching himself!” Both men’s orgasms continued for a while, producing multiple ropes of hot sperm into Chris’ hungry ass, chest, and even his face, as he continued clenching and writhing on the teen’s manhood, desperate to catch every last drop of the creampie. When it was truly over, Tom folded over on Chris’ massive body, both men catching their breath. “That was so fucking awesome!” beamed Tom, wrapping his arms around Chris. Noticing all the cum that had splattered on both of them he dutifully scooped it up, and fed it to an eager Chris. “Fuck, you were amazing, champ. Who taught you to fuck like that?” “Jake! And Benedict!” Speaking of Benedict, he walked over and patted Tom on the head, kissing him on the forehead like a proud father. For the first time that day, Chris saw the dramatic size of Cumberbatch’s scepter. It must have been ten if not eleven inches long. It was a magnificent royal beauty. Chris couldn’t help but reach out and hold it in his hand, entranced at its majestic authority. It was a picture perfect cock — uncut, elegantly girthy, without the first blemish or bend. If one were to imagine the cock which sets the highest standard for all cocks, this would be the one. Benedict’s cock would even draw long stares from straight dudes who would fixate on it in utter amazement. In a reverential torpor, Chris slid it into his salivating mouth. The cock was tasty as it was beautiful and a ravenous Chris, wanting to live up to its standards, began deep-throating it with rhythmic gusto. “MMMM…. You dirty insatiable cunt,” said Benedict dryly while playing with Hemsworth’s golden locks condescendingly as he worshipped his dick. “That’s all very good but I know filthy piglets like you need to get ravaged.” Cumberbatch withdrew his long dick from Hemsworth’s throat and moved to his cunt, young Tom having moved to the sidelines to observe. As Benedict splayed Hemsworth’s muscular thighs wide open, the Aussie felt a jolt between his legs sincan escort at the thought about how badly he wanted to get plowed by that insanely perfect cock. Benedict smirked seeing the lustful star’s arousal manifesting itself through the deep breaths of his beefy body that was already writhing in depraved, cock-craving spasms. The Brit was so amused by the brazenly reckless appetite for cock the Australian had repeatedly demonstrated. He could sense the passion for cock simmer from somewhere deep inside him, and yet the more cock he got the more he seemed to crave it. Benedict rubbed Hemsworth’s inner thighs, causing him to quiver as he stared up into the steely eyes of the famous thespian, whose respect as an actor Chris desperately wanted earlier this morning, yet here he was yet again making a shameless spectacle of himself, begging for his dick, consumed by totalizing drive for cock — particularly a cock as perfect, as luscious, as hard as Benedict’s. He moaned and sweated as he could feel Ben cruelly tease his hole by poking his cock-head ever so slightly into his eager cunt that only worked to enhanced Chris’ desperate yearning. Grabbing Chris’ wrists, Ben tightened his grip on them and pushed them back down to his sides on the mattress. Chris’ pussy trembled with excitement, as the Brit looked down at the flawlessly masculine Adonis, searching his face eagerly for all the traces of his uncorked depravity. Chris’ heart raced as he wondered what Sherlock Holmes had concocted for him. In that very instant, Benedict’s slyly inscrutable eyes became alive with a look of energized sadism, and for a split-second, Chris felt something like fear. Forcefully pushing the muscle man’s body down onto the mattress, Benedict’s tip met the winking suction of Chris’ creamy pussy and began to push in. Hemsworth whimpered and moaned as he felt Cumberbatch slide his way inside and part him in two. God – his dick was so perfect, so long and girthy and thick — causing the many loads inside him to gush outside of his hole as his needful pussy swallowed more and more of Benedict’s British manhood. “Oh Benedict, oh my god, your cock feels so good, oh fuck me” whimpered Chris. Suddenly, the British actor thrust all of his inches in causing Hemsworth to moan in a special discomfort then blossomed into utter joy. Benedict pulled his cock out slowly, then thrust in again leaving no doubt in Chris’ mind about who taught young Tom his earlier techniques. Powerful sensations flooded an ecstatic Chris as he began to moan against the pressure-filled pleasure of Cumberbatch repeatedly slamming his magnificent rod into his sphincter. Benedict’s pounding was both rough and elegant at the same time, precise in its target yet brutally unchecked in the force of its deployment. He knew exactly what he wanted, and knew how to make Chris squeeze his dick in ravenous, greedy, and insatiable delight. It was not only the size of Benny’s assault that took Chris by surprise but also the speed, stamina, and focus of his thrusts as he pounded in and out in total confidence, egged on by the Aussie’s slutty moans. Without missing a beat, he continued his aggressive thrusting as his eyes burned with intensity staring straight into Chris. Chris arched his back and squealed like a piglet in unfettered lust, his sphincter pulsing with visceral lust for dick Cumberbatch slammed into him roughly, causing his muscular manly tits to bounce enticingly just inches from the British thespian’s face. His entire body shook under the power of Benny’s pounding while his mind was racing wildly with cock-crazed thoughts as he tried to keep some kind of foothold on his sanity. While he had been fucked expertly many times before, and several times this day along, he had been rarely fucked with the kind of fury Benedict and Holland has summoned. Cumberbatch’s large cock seemed to be truly opening him up, stretching his already battered pussy to pull him even deeper into unexplored depths. Evans had fucked with anger but his force was less focused than the sense of purpose in Benedict’s fearless thrusts causing Chris’ body to yield to him completely in total pleasure. Benedict stared down proudly at his latest conquest, perhaps the largest muscle boy he had ever fucked, a true Adonis, almost too handsome to be real. With relish, he observed the slut shaking and sliding from the frenzied impact of his thrusts, his meaty legs spread wide open, his large and untouched cock flapping wildly as he got pounded. His enormous pecs shook rhythmically to Benedict’s pounding, as his arms remained flexed the entire time, inflated with so much virile muscle. From the corner of his foggy eyes, Chris then noticed a figure approach them, stroking his dick. It was Paul Rudd. “Hey guys,” he said with an almost casual cheerfulness “Mind if I join in?” Chris was almost mad at Paul for not giving him his first load but any resentment he was harboring was eclipsed by his stronger need to taste Paul’s penis. “Absolutely, come on slut, get on all fours. And lets get you fucked from both ends.” Chris did as he was told, moaning as he felt Benedict re-penetrate him from behind. Benny grabbed Chris’ impressive rack and began to paw on them, as he slammed again and again and again into Chris, holding on to Chris’ tits for more leverage. Hemsworth moaned loudly and it was then that Rudd took the opportunity to slide his wholesome All-American cock down Chris’ grunting throat. With his tongue, Chris lapped up the dew that hung from the tip of Paul’s cock. He tried to focus on Paul’s tasty cock, moaning occasionally as Benedict pounded his prostate in lustful blindness. Chris’ blue eyes were ablaze with arousal as he leaned forward to engulf Paul’s manhood even further. At that very moment, he felt Benny plunge into him further, sending his mouth sliding down Rudd’s cock impaling his throat. Oh God — Cumberbatch definitely did that on purpose! His mouth was so full now of hard male, slippery and salty cock, his nose filled with the musky scent of his “boy next door” balls. Paul’s fingers were tangled in his blonde hair, holding him firmly on his shaft as Benedict continued to wreck his muscle pussy with his fleshy British invader. “OH fuck Oh fuck here it comes here it comes!” announced Cumberbatch, grabbing Chris’ hips firmly as he unloaded legion after legion of British sperm deep into Chris’ chute. Feeling Chris grunt and moan in deep, lustful pleasure at the feeling of jizz squirting deep into his bowels triggered Paul’s own orgasm as his own tasty load began to flow liberally down the handsome Australian’s throat. Dazed and high from the intensity of Benedict’s master class in rough fucking, his handsome face smeared with semen and spit, Chris’ lifted his muscular, cum-spewing ass into the air, as he arched his back to gain some grounding. Unannounced, Paul took his still hard cock and plunged it once again into Chris’ cunt as it was spasming and splattering. It felt so warm and well fucked and Paul moaned deeply feeling his manhood engulfed by such a nice, inviting pussy. Chris moaned in satisfaction, his head spinning, as he felt Rudd’s dick plunge inside him repeatedly before yet another bountiful stream of ejaculate flooded his insides, dripping down his butt cheeks on to the mattress. Chris’ collapsed even further down, his large chest heaving, completely covered in sweat and cum and spit. Paul smiled extravagantly “that was awesome!” as Benedict and Tom drank bottles of Gatorade to replenish themselves. Paul began to drink as well as they stared down at the spent Aussie hunk. The three men cornered the mattress, and after a powerful chug, Paul nodded to his future co-stars. A still dazed Chris couldn’t quite figure out what was going on, why were they winking and smiling so devilishly, until he felt the streams of warm piss from every angle splatter on his muscular flesh. Just as he opened his mouth to exclaim “What are you –” a cheeky Holland aimed right into his mouth. An overwhelmed Chris felt his hair get drenched by urine, felt the wet liquid move between the spaces between his muscles. He then opened his mouth wide, seeking to swallow each stream as he rubbed the amber flows on his chest. Pushing his weight on his knees he then moved from dick to dick to drink straight from each of his co-stars’ fleshy taps. Rudd grabbed him by his yellow hair as Benedict and Holland peed straight into his handsome face. He pushed Chris on to his streaming dick and moved his head up and down as he drank his urine. “Drink Piggy Drink, hydrate…. You’ve earned this.” As soon as the men were done releasing themselves, Chris rolled around in the yellow puddles on the mattress for a bit, catching his breath and smiling wildly at the wicked acts he had performed. “That was fucking awesome! I’ve never seen a slut take so much cock before!” said Tom with clear awe and enthusiasm in his voice. “You’ve done well, Hemsworth. I have to say I have yet to meet a more voracious slut than you.” Recognition from Benedict made Chris feel warm. Sure, he may never earn his respect as a fellow thespian but at least he was earning his kudos as a cock crazed cum whore, and coming from a cock that magnificent, Chris was very proud. Chris smiled and still held their semi-hard cocks in his hands. He found it difficult to let them go. “Come on God of Thunder, we need to clean you up. There is a hose out there…. We need to make you presentable for the Black Panther boys.” Black Panther boys? And just then Chris saw, from the corner of his eyes, Pratt on his knees moving from cock to cock serving Winston Duke, Chadwick Boseman and Michal B Jordan * After he got cleaned up thoroughly, Hemsworth rushed back into the sound stage dripping wet. He was a true vision — 6’3, his golden hair and piercing blue eyes perceptible even from a distance. His imposing body appearing so perfectly sculpted as he ran towards the action. He looked almost like the Platonic conception of Hercules or an Ancient Olympian athlete, but instead of competing in Ancient Athens he was running towards his handsome co-stars. Pratt was already on his meaty knees, holding Winston’s cock in one hand, Michael’s on the other as his face was stuffed with Chadwick’s penis. “Hey hey hey! Look who came to join us!” said Michael warmly. “Get on your knees and join your friend, there is plenty for both you Whities to go around.” Chris was excited like a lad at Christmas, he got down on his knees next to Pratt and the two exchanged friendly glances. While their interaction was initially rivalrous, now that the orgy was in full swing and it was evident that there was more than enough cock to go around, the two blonde bottoms felt comfortable in each other’s presence. The only lingering strand of resentment was the hope that one would give up his cock to the other slutty bottom. Chris took hold of Winston’s dick, licking the pink cockhead as if it were a popsicle before sliding the large brown shaft down his throat. “OH fuck he sucks good cock!” moaned Winston with gritted teeth as he looked down at the blue-eyed Aussie staring up at him, his mouth filled with meaty cock, chugging on his manhood like a frat boy from a keg. Both Hemsworth and Pratt soon devolved into crazed cock-whores, perching their muscular bodies on their knees, and moving with intent agility from cock to cock. The Black Panther stars were impressed at the Chrises talented throats and warm mouths. Truth be told, though, it was the premium quality of the dicks before them that inspired them to suck with such gusto and abandon. Each of the cocks looked so hot and beautiful, thick and tasty, and both men took great pleasure taking each of the actors’ heavy gonads in their mouth and sucking them. “Aw fuck yeah, suck on our cocks pigs, that’s right, greedy fuckers,” sighed Michael, closing his eyes as he thrust his hips in and out sensually from Pratt’s mouth. Chadwick on the other hand was smiling as he skull fucked a dazed but eager Hemsworth, his pretty boy face smeared with all three men’s precum as well as copious amounts of his own spit. “Yeah, that’s right you filthy cocksucker, take it, swallow my cock, suck it like a bitch” cooed Chadwick. “Fuck who knew you Chrises got up to this cock sucking shit.” Pratt continued moving his mouth between Winston and Michael’s cocks. Both men thrusting their shafts with extra powerful thrusts down his mouth. The Wakanda crew looked down at the alabaster muscled boys greedily devour their cocks one after another, worshipping their new Gods with steadfast dedication, their pretty white mouths moving expertly up and down the shaft of each cock, stuffing their faces so eagerly with them as if they were worried they would run out. “All right turn around fuckers and wiggle your asses.” Both Chrises pressed their palms against the wall and wiggled their meaty milky white bubble butts at their Black co-stars who wolf whistled seeing the meaty bounty. “You’re gonna get fucked so hard boys,” smiled Chadwick. “Please do it” Hemsworth purred. “Pound us good and hard. We need your cocks inside our pussies.” “Yeah fuck us good,” moaned Pratt “Wakanda forever!” They all laughed, and Chadwick’s cock went inside Pratt’s butt while Michael grabbed Hemsworth. As soon as the slid inside, both men fucked those well used pussies at a piston-speed, as the two white whores began to moan shamelessly from the extasy these big bones were making each feel. Michael then pulled out and allowed Winston to penetrate Chris. Winston pushed in, gave Hemsworth a few pumps, before Michael slid back in. This went on for a while, both men passing the Aussie cock-slut between them as if he were a basketball. Wanting in on the fun, Chadwick suggested the men form a kind of circle. For a minute, each of them would pound their bottom as rough as he could, before passing them to the another pal who would slide his cock into whichever muscular blonde they clasped at the moment. Occasionally, they would throw the two white men against each other, causing their bodies to slam together, while trying to pass them to their buddy, eliciting laughter among the Black Panther trio. After making the two blondes almost dizzy from being passed around, Winston Duke began to moan while plunging his meaty rod deep down Pratt. “Oh, oh, oh… Oh fuck” moaned Winston, and a moment later he began to orgasm intensely inside the Guardiana actor’s cunt. It was such a potent orgasm that Hemsworth could almost hear the jizz squirting inside Chris’ slutty tightness. Not to be outdone, Hemsworth was on his back taking Michael B. Jordan’s thick schlong inside his wet rectum, pulling that big cock deeper into his insatiable cunt, crying out with pleasure at each of Kilmonger’s thrusts. “Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck my cunt, Michael…wreck my hole… pound my cunt” begged a desperate Hemsworth. Weak-kneed and light-headed, Michael began to feel his orgasm surge from deep within him. He unleashed a massive orgasm deep inside Hemsworth’s greedy rectum, as the noisy Aussie kept moaning “oh yeah! Oh yeah!” each time he felt a fresh load flood his insides. At this point Chadwick was well into pounding Pratt’s insatiable white butt, having replaced Winston. “Oh fuck, you white bitch, I’m gonna fucking cum into you…” he grunted “I’m gonna fucking flood my nut up your sticky pussy, you pig cunt…” “Do it…please …. breed me…Wakanda forever” moaned a blessed out Pratt, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He thought he might die if he didn’t feel Chadwick flood him with his man-milk right now. Chadwick splashed his load into Pratt’s love chute, causing the Jurassic Park star to whoop and scream in delight as if one of his football teams just won the Super Bowl. Not even giving Chadwick time to rest, Hemsworth was on his knees engulfing his cock with his mouth as soon as he pulled it out of Pratt’s butt, as he stroked Winston’s manhood in his other hand. He was desperate to get both back at full mast as he needed to have their loads inside him as well. Pratt felt the same about Michael’s cock as he shamelessly face-fucked himself on the thick dark shaft of the actor who was on a nearby mattress still recovering from the vigorous fuck he gave Hemsworth. The Black Panther actors could not help but laugh at the cock-craved whorish ways of their co-stars and in no time their cocks were hard and ready to deposit fresh black loads up their greedy bone loving bitches. * It was two am when Chris woke up on a mattress. Many feet away, he could hear the distant hum of some of his co-stars chatting gently while drinking beer, while around him there were other bodies of his naked co-stars deep in slumber: Pratt was face down on a mattress snoring, his butt sticking straight up. Holland was fast asleep in Benedict’s arms, while Sebastian Stan was cuddling next to Mackie. Both Pratt and Hemsworth had taken all of their co-stars loads at least twice, with Pratt even sliding his bone deep inside Hemsworth in honor of what a wanton whore he had proven to be. But as Hemsworth rubbed his eyes, he saw a fully clothed, crouching figure sitting next to him, his hand gently on his thighs. As his eyes got adjusted to the darkness he saw — to his surprise — Ryan Gosling. “Ryan, what are you doing here?!” Ryan smiled his crooked smile and made the universal shhhh silence gesture. “I told you. I have eyes on you, Piggy. Is this what you call restraining yourself from cock.” Chris cocked his head down shamefully, and as if he couldn’t choose a worse moment for his body to betray him, his hole, overflowing with anonymous loads began to spew out a stream of spent loads that splattered into the air. It was then that he saw another figure walk inside, shrouded momentarily in shadow. He was tall with lean muscle, it was Adam Levine! How could this be? Ryan and Adam were archrivals and here they were together. “Adam, you’re here,” said Chris redundantly, stupefied. “Damn, didn’t I tell you to let me know whenever you got filled with cum? Thank god I have spies here, you were going to deny me this Marvel Creampie, man. I’ll deal with you later Piggy. I’m genuinely hurt by your betrayal.” “I can explain, please Adam, I didn’t think it would end up like this…” Ryan gestured Adam towards his favorite meal. Adam, without even looking Chris in the eye, opened those meaty cheeks and gave them a spank, pushing his face down against the cocktail of A-star loads that were crammed up Chris’ cunt. He pressed his nose against the snatch first, allowing the bouquet of jizz to waft into his nostrils as he inhaled deeply. Chris began to moan softly, gyrating his hips against Adam’s tongue as it expertly prodded and coaxed out a steady stream of jizz from within Hemsworth’s sticky recesses. Licking around the rim of his cunt, he tastes the intermingling of sweat, ass juices, and anonymous loads some of which were still warm, others which had dried up into flakes that garnished Hemsworth’s cunt like salt on a margarita glass. This perfect concoction was too much for Adam to resist and the felching sommelier dug his mouth in guzzling down the high caliber cream pie. “Fuck, and to think this fucking ungrateful and disgraceful Piggy was going to let these loads go to waste.” Ryan observed them placidly. For the next hour Levine dug his face deeper into the Aussie’s bum, fingering the sticky walls of his cunt for more jizz, and scooping jizz nearby, pounding it back into the cunt it had leaked from only to guzzle it down his throat. Once he was done, he wiped his mouth with his hands and licked the remnants of cum from them. “It’s time” “Come on, get up, Piggy, we’re taking you home.” Hemsworth got up and followed his two masters. While he could tell Adam was pissed at not being tipped off at the copious cum loads lodged into him — Marvel cum no less — Ryan was, for a change, being kind of sensitive and sweet. Ryan and Adam sat at the front of one of those studio golf carts, ordering their naked piglet to sit at the back. How nice of them to take me back to the hotel thought Chris. But as Ryan drove he noticed he was driving further away from where he had checked in, past the vast and liminal space of the Atlanta studio at night. All of a sudden, the golf cart stopped in front of another sound stage, faint music and light emanating from its insides. “Where am I? I thought you were taking me home,” Ryan smiled at him sardonically “We are home, Piggy. Well, your home, at least. You’ve once again disobeyed me, and as punishment I’ll never give you my cock again until you make it up to me. Walk into that soundstage and do as you are told, or you’ll never see my cock again.” Ryan kept a stoic face as did Adam but inside the two men were laughing. Of course they knew a slut like Chris would not be able to restrain himself from cock — and they only set him up with this task as it was fun to see him fail, to fuck with his head a little, and to “black mail” him to perform even more fun and depraved activities for them. They were in total cahoots with Evans. It was so much fun to toy with their prey — like cats playing with a (very muscular, Adonis-like) mouse. Chris was the hottest hunk in the world and no sane man would ever dream of denying his cock to him, but here he was genuinely panicking that he was going to miss out on Ryan and maybe even Adam’s cocks if he did not obey like a dutiful slave. As if! Nonetheless, the two men loved it when their Piggy’s brain got foggy and clouded by cock lust. “I’m gonna drive Adam to drink more loads from Pratt’s ass. He’s thinking of making Pratt his new 1 Piggy and so am I. Maybe we will fight over him instead of you, maybe he will be a better behaved Pig.” “Please please I’ll do whatever you want! After I face whatever I need to face down there will I have access to your cocks again?” Chris asked earnestly in a way that made Adam and Ryan almost feel bad. Almost. “Nah. This is your first task. You’ll have more if you want to get back in our good graces. Too little too late, wreckless Piggy. Now walk into the sound stage, your new home awaits you.” As he heard the golf cart drive away, Chris walked towards the light, the amorphous noise from inside getting loader the closer he approached. Opening the door, he was shocked that Ryan and Adam would expose him in this way! The soundstage was filled with men from the production crew: camera men, gaffers, stunt doubles, interns, catering staff, valets, security guards, editors, sound men. They were all naked and stroking their cocks, cheering when they saw the naked A-list celebrity enter. Hemsworth began to panic — there were simply so many, too many cocks around him. The men pulled him to the center of the soundstage and formed a circle around him, countless hands rubbing his muscles while the sounds of wolf-whistles was almost deafening. They aggressively jostled with each other to get to the front of the line, eventually pushing muscular Chris down on his knees. He was surrounded by a phalanx of hard, union-certified dicks. He reached out tentatively for one girthy cock belonging to a hunky thirty something second camera man, as his other hand reached over and grabbed the impossibly large cock of a grip. Opening his mouth, he took the camera man’s dick down his throat while closing his eyes, and heard the sound stage erupt into deafening, rowdy cheers punctured by wild hollering and obscenities directed at him. And yet despite the chaos and madness, despite the uncertainty of how this raunchy night would unfold, Chris was in a bubble of serenity and calm as lips glided up and down the thick cock. As he swallowed one anonymous cock after another, he realized he never wanted the parade of dicks to end. Ryan was right: he was home. This was home. THE END Comments? Questions? Suggestions? jeroengogo@ Also, please answer the google survey for the next two Hemsworth stories. Chris gangbanged by twinks/twunks and a “vignette” story consisting of multiple episodes where you can choose random celebs/non-celebs who will have a go at gle/forms/d/1nE7TLtDKJcgateHv4Mx8vU5R7uDJLMtm8eD5G6ku-ow/edit