Featuring:Steve attempts to enlist in the army yet again and after a scuffle in an alleyway, Bucky tends to Steve in more ways than one. Meanwhile, in Brooklyn, at a registration office, there were dozens of men in their underwear, reading newspapers and chatting as they waited to be examined and recruited. In the midst of muscle and skin, however, was a small, fragile, skinny boy named Steve Rogers. He had short, blond hair, a pale, narrow face and very pink lips. Finally, the man behind the desk called the boy’s name up. Steve folded his newspaper and stood up, before walking over with his half nude, thin body on complete display. He walked to the desk and handed his papers to the older man.
“What did your father die of?” He asked as he read through them. “Mustard gas. He was in the 107th Infantry.” Steve answered, calmly. “I was hoping I could be assigned-” “Your mother?” “She was a nurse in a TB ward. Got hit. Couldn’t shake it.” Steve explained. The man’s eyes scanned down the long list of medical issues on Steve’s papers. “Sorry, son.” “Look, just give me a chance.” “You’d be ineligible on your asthma alone.” “Is there anything you can do?” Steve asked, desperate. “I’m doing it. I’m saving your life.” And just like that, Steve was denied. Despite his ambition to become a soldier and serve his country, his body wouldn’t let him. It was depressing and soul crushing, no matter how many times Steve tried to sign up for the army.
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In March, 1942, during the Second World War, there was a church in Tensberg, Norway. Inside, an old man stood there as it’s guardian, watching over an ancient artefact that was so secret, not even he had laid his eyes upon it. He had messy, white hair and a long, grey, dirty coat. But the small, defenseless town was under attack by the Nazi army and as the old man hid inside, he feared they were after the hidden treasure of untold powers. A young soldier assigned to help protect the man rushed over, warning him that the Nazis were coming to the church. He was fit, handsome and wore dark, earthy tones. The ground beneath them shook, making candelabras rattle on shelves and dust fall from above. The large doors were shaking and they could hear a violent rumbling. Then for a moment, it paused. The soldier and guardian stood there, looking up at the doors in frozen terror. Boom! The short silence was disturbed as the wall surrounding the doors blew up. It blasted forwards and began toppling over towards the old man and the soldier. Although the old guardian was able to evade the falling, heavy, stone bricks, the young soldier wasn’t quite fast enough. They crashed into his skull, crushing the man beneath the bone crunching wall. As the dust cleared, the old man saw a large, steel battering ram retracting back outside. The guardian reached down and lifted one of the fallen bricks, revealing the dead soldier whose head was caved in from the sheer mass of the church’s wall. A tank was sitting outside as the sound of a car engine grew closer and closer. Johann Schmidt, nicknamed the ‘Red Skull’ and leader of the Nazi scientific division, Hydra, parked outside of the church in his long Coupe. The Hydra logo was on the emblem at the front of the car, a skull with tentacles protruding from the bottom. Johann is a tall, peculiar looking man with slick black dark hair and very defined cheekbones. His eyes were bloodshot and his body was muscular, though it wasn’t obvious when he wore his long black coat. He also wore a cap and black, leather gloves. He followed other soldiers into the church as they tried to push the lid of a stone coffin, but it was far too heavy even for all four of the Hydra soldiers. The lid of the coffin was carved to look like Odin, the Norse God, holding a sword. But as Schmidt stood in the large void the wall once was, all the soldiers paused and looked up at their commander.
“It has taken me a long time to find this place.” Schmidt began as he walked through the rubble, so smoothly it was like sand. “You should be commended.” He said as he approached the guardian, looking him in the eyes with arrogance and confidence. “I think you are a man of great vision. And, in this way, we are much alike.” Schmidt told him. “I am nothing like you.” The guardian spat. “No, of course, but what others see as superstition, you and I know to be science.” Schmidt continued. “What you seek is just a legend.” The guardian lied, in hopes of keeping it secret. “Then why make such an effort to conceal it?” Schmidt said before calmly walking towards the coffin. He took a moment to study the coffin, before he easily pushed the lid straight off, sending it crashing onto the concrete floor on the other side. It revealed a skeleton inside, still wearing armour and holding a strange, glass cube with a blue tint to it. Schmidt reached down and ripped the cube from the bones, snapping the fingers off of the skeleton as he held it up. “The Tesseract was the jewel of Odin’s treasure room.” He said before dropping it to the floor, making it smash to pieces. “It’s not something one buries. But I think it is close, yes?” Schmidt questioned, getting intimately closer to the guardian. “I cannot help you.” “No. But maybe you can help your village. You must have some friends out there. Some little grandchildren, perhaps? I have no need for them to die.” Schmidt threatened before the tank outside aimed it’s gun out towards the village. The guardian’s eyes flashed towards a mural carved into a wall of a very intricate looking tree with roots that tangled like tentacles. Schmidt noticed. He began walking towards the mural in awe. “Yggdrasil. Tree of the world. Guardian of wisdom. And fate, also.” Schmidt said, spotting a detail in one of the roots. A snake was coiling around it, with a mysterious looking eye. He pushed in the eye and a section of the mural clicked open, revealing it to be a secret compartment. He pulled the drawer out from the wall and turned towards the church keeper, who was shaking in fear. Schmidt slid open the drawer and a bright, blue glow painted his face as he looked down onto the Tesseract. Inside was a luminous cube that looked far more magical and precious than the fake version in the coffin. “And the Fuhrer digs for trinkets in the desert.” Schmidt tutted. “You have never seen this, have you?” He questioned the guardian. “It’s not for the eyes of ordinary men.” He muttered. “Exactly.” Schmidt sneered before shutting the box. “Give the order to open fire.” Schmidt instructed his soldiers. “Fool!” The guardian said, in one last act of bravery. “You cannot control the power you hold. You will burn!” “I already have.” Schmidt said, pulling out a gun. He shot the defenseless old man, blasting a hole into his chest. As he fell, Schmidt’s jaw twitched and his leather-clothed fingers massaged his cheek for a moment. He looked uncomfortable as blood dripped from the Hydra pin on his coat. Featuring:To celebrate Biden winning the election, I wanted to treat my readers to a free commission as voted by my Twitter followers! It had been a long day of shooting but thankfully, Tom was able to take the rest of the day off. It was about 5 in the afternoon when he stepped out of his trailer, wearing a simple grey hoodie and a pair of jeans. As he began walking down the many actors’ trailers, he came across the one that said ‘Steve Rogers’ on the front. Then he remembered something Chris had told him earlier that day:
‘Feel free to stop by my trailer if you ever wanna go for a drink.’ Feeling like it was the polite thing to do, Tom walked up the steps and gave the door a knock. “Come in.” He heard Chris’ voice say. So, Tom pushed open the door and was shocked to find inside was Chris Evans in the Captain America suit… Well, somewhat. He had the belt, gloves and helmet off, then the suit looked like it had only been halfway unzipped at the back. Underneath he had some kind of black netting that was semi exposing the slither of his back. “Oh, sorry!” Tom blurted out, going to shut the door again. “No, no, it’s fine. Actually, I could use your help.” Chris chuckled. He had grown out a bit of a beard - it looked as though it wasn't that long since he shaved. “R-Really?” Tom asked, surprised, stepping through the door. “Yeah, this thing’s so hard to unzip. Would you mind?” Chris asked. “Oh, um… Yeah, sure.” Tom blushed, walking over. He went right up to the muscular man, who looked over his shoulder at the newbie Avenger. Tom was already in awe of this beautiful man in the sexy suit, but to be able to undress him was something he never thought he’d be able to do. With shaky hands, Tom reached up and began pulling the subtle zip that was already a quarter way down. “Thanks, man. I really appreciate it.” Chris smiled as Tom watched the zip travel slowly down the arch of the back, exposing more and more of the skin, still half hidden by the netting beneath. It took every inch of willpower not to kiss at the soft looking skin as Tom reached the very bottom. The back of the suit opened up, showing off the broad, muscular back for Tom to see. Tom could feel his cock twitching in his denim as he stopped himself from running his hands all over his coworker’s body. “Could you also gimme a hand with this? It’s kinda awkward.” Chris mentioned, referring to the front half of his suit. Tom walked round to the front of Chris, who had his arms stretched out. “Just gently pull it off.” Chris instructed. Tom just nodded, throat completely dry. With a bit of fumbling, Tom managed to peel the front of the suit off of Chris’ arms but what he unveiled made him want to drool. The huge, muscular body was revealed for Tom, wearing nothing but that black netting. The huge pecs, the defined abs, the bulging shoulders and biceps, the perfectly carved v-lines and collarbones - Chris was sculpted to perfection. Tom was utterly speechless. “You okay, bud?” Chris asked, noticing as he placed the top half of the suit onto a hanger in his wardrobe. “Sorry, I err… I just… The suit’s so cool.” Tom blushed, clearly flustered as he stared upon the round ass in the blue pants. “Yeah? You sure that’s all?” Chris asked, before looking downwards. It was then Tom realised he had gotten rock hard without even noticing. A very noticeable bulge had formed in his jeans. “Shiiit… Shit, Chris, I'm so sorry, I don't know what’s come over me.” Tom blurted out, knowing nothing he could say would cool off his burning red cheeks. “It's okay, Tom. Seriously.” Chris assured him, stepping closer. “It-It is?” Tom stammered. “Of course. How about you help me take this off, too?” Chris said in a low tone. Tom realised what was happening from the subtle dirty smile on Chris’ face. “Okay…” Tom breathed, shakily approaching him again. He reached down and took hold of the netting. It was tucked into Chris’ tight, blue pants, so Tom pulled it out and began lifting it upwards. He had to go on his tippy toes in order to bring the netting shirt over Chris’ head. In tense silence, Tom pulled the fabric off of Chris’ huge arms until he had the whole shirt in his arms. He looked up at the huge, muscular coworker. The dusting of fuzz spread across Chris’ chest, making Tom’s dick throb again. The sexual tension was so thick Tom felt like he could barely breathe. “Tom?” Chris said. “Y-Yeah.” “You have the rest of the day off, right?” “Yeah.” “Perfect.” Chris smirked before suddenly grabbing Tom by his hoodie and pulled him into a hungry kiss. Tom’s eyes widened as he felt the huge, bare arms wrap around him as his lips were under attack. Tom didn't take long to submit though, coming down from the shock. He kissed Chris back, passionately, as his hands began roaming all over Chris’ bulging muscles. He could feel the beard brushing against his lips as their tongues slipped against each other - making Tom moan into the Avenger’s lips. “You want this bad, huh?” The older man whispered when they finally broke off. “I've wanted this for years.” Tom admitted, breathlessly, looking Chris in his blue eyes. “Yeah? Ever since I met you I did too.” Chris said before reaching down and gripping Tom at the bottom of his hoodie and pulling it up over his head, along with the t-shirt he had on underneath. Tom’s lean, slim but muscular body was revealed to Chris. “Sounds like we shoulda done this sooner.” Tom half laughed, reaching up and palming at Chris’ huge pec. “Then let’s make up for lost time.” Chris smirked before gripping Tom’s curls and burying his face into the pecs. Tom gasped as he felt the pillow-like chest encase his face. He wrapped his arms around Chris’ waist as he eagerly began licking at the cleavage between the pecs. The hair on his skin tickled Tom’s tongue as he began lapping the Cap up. With Chris still gripping the messy curls, Tom travelled across the chest towards one of the pink, perky nipples. Fuelled by his arousal, Tom encased the nub with his mouth and began sucking on it, hard. “Argh yeah, that’s it, baby.” Chris growled, looking down at the costar who was almost half his age, that was worshipping his body. “That’s it, Tom. Taste it all.” He muttered, watching Tom’s tongue swirl around his nipple. Desperate to pleasure Chris, Tom moved onto the second nipple and began sucking on that as well, whilst also reaching up and pinching the previous nipple between his fingers. “You’re so hot…” Tom muttered around the nub before beginning to kiss his way down the muscular body, towards the abs. “Let that tongue go anywhere you want it to go.” Chris smirked, watching Tom’s pink tongue run down his stomach. As Tom bent down to trace the defined lines, Chris ran his hand down Tom’s back, feeling the impressive back muscles. “I'm gonna make you feel so good, Tom…” Chris whispered when Tom began kissing back up the body. “I can't believe this is happening…” Tom admitted, running his hand up Chris’ body and squeezing the pec. “It's happening, baby. And it’ll definitely happen again.” Chris growled, before suddenly reaching down and grabbing Tom by the thighs. Chris lifted Tom off the floor and, like he was light as a pillow, carried him to the sofa before they both collapsed onto it. Tom felt like he was almost being crushed by Chris’ huge body pressed against his as the two hungrily made out, but he loved it. Feeling the chest hair against his hairless body as Chris’ tongue went deep into his mouth was, alone, orgasmic, let alone the grinding that was happening. “Oh, fuck, that feels good, Chris.” Tom muttered between kisses. “Call me Daddy.” Chris commanded him. Tom felt his dick throb at those words… “Yes, Daddy!” Tom moaned, before they kissed again. Tom was so hard he could already feel himself getting close as he felt Chris’ fat meat grinding on his shaft. The only thing separating them was some blue, tight pants and denim. “Mmm, fuck, Daddy… I-I’m so close…” Tom warned him, despite wrapping his legs around Chris’ waist and sinking his nails into the broad back. “Yeah, baby? You gonna cum for me already?” Chris smirked, before leaning down and beginning to kiss at Tom’s neck. “Oh fuck… Yeah…” Tom couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe how quickly he felt his orgasm coming - despite having had plenty of experience. But somehow Chris Evans had this power over him. “Do it, baby… I'm gonna make you cum so much you won't have any left…” Chris growled into Tom’s ear, between wet kisses against his neck. “Oh fuck… Yeah, Daddy… I want that…” Tom whimpered, feeling the intense friction against his cock. “Cum in your pants, baby… Do it… Don't hold back.” Chris continued whispering into Tom’s ear, eager to make the kid cum. “Oh fuck… Oh fuck… OH FUCK!” Tom suddenly cried out, voice cracking as he thrust his body up into the huge man’s bare skin. He could feel his cock twitching inside his jeans as it began spurting load after load all over his thigh, beneath the cotton of the tight boxer briefs. “Yeaaah, that’s it, baby… Oh fuck, that’s hot.” Chris purred, watching as Tom’s body spasmed in his arms from sheer pleasure. When Tom finally finished, his body relaxed back down into the sofa. “I… I've never cum so fast…” Tom panted, a bit embarrassed. “Don't worry. We’re far from finished yet.” Chris smirked before beginning to kiss his way down Tom’s neck. Tom, still breathing heavily, watched as Chris’ lips left a trail of kisses down his heaving chest. He wondered what Chris had in store for him and how many more times he was gonna cum as easily as when he lost his virginity to Harrison. Tom closed his eyes as he felt Chris’ beard brushing against his skin, feeling the soft, wet lips against his abs. Then soon, his eyes opened again as he felt Chris’ hands begin unbuttoning his jeans. “After seeing it hidden behind spandex for so long, I can't wait to see the real thing.” Chris muttered. The strong fingers hooked around the waistband of his denim and underwear, before aggressively pulling them down his legs. Within seconds, the jeans and boxer briefs were thrown onto the floor, rendering Tom completely naked under his costar. His 7 inch, cum soaked, uncut cock flung out. It slapped his abdomen in a sticky mess, still hard and sensitive. “Oh fuckkk…” Chris breathed, in awe of the webshooter. “Y-You like it, Daddy?” Tom said with a cheeky smirk, just about catching his breath from his climax. “You have no idea.” Chris smirked back, before leaning his head down and began lapping up the white paint covering Tom’s skin. “Holy shit…” Tom muttered, watching Chris’ tongue run over his thigh, up to his balls. Then, without hesitation, Chris took one of his balls into his lips. “Ohhhh my God…” Tom shuddered, rolling his head back as Chris began sucking the cum and sweat off the skin of his hairless balls. Tom’s nails sank into the sofa as he felt the burst of pleasure. He was whimpering as he listened to the mouth noisily worshipping each of his balls, one, then two at a time. Then, without warning, Chris opened his mouth wide before swallowing Tom’s entire shaft at once. The warm suction around Tom’s shaft was intense as Chris cleaned the rod of all the sticky white cum. “Oh, Jesus- fuck!” Tom moaned out, hands shooting down to grip the dirty blond hair. Chris only looked up at Tom and gave him a wink as he began bobbing his head up and down on the still sensitive cock. “Oh, holy shit, Daddy… That feels so fucking good…” Tom groaned, watching in disbelief as the man he had fantasised about for years deepthroated him like it was easy. He could feel his body getting sweatier and sweatier as Chris continued to swirl his tongue around the mushroom tip, then swallow the whole thing. Then soon, Chris lifted Tom’s thighs upwards and made the younger boy wrap his legs around Chris’ neck. “Oh wow…” Was the only coherent thing Tom could say as he watched Chris continue to suck him off through his legs. Then, as if that wasn't enough, Tom soon felt a finger begin sneaking it’s way between Tom’s round cheeks. “Oh my God, Daddy!” Tom gasped in surprise as he felt the tip of his finger begin massaging the entrance of his hole - teasingly circling it. All the while, Chris didn't say a word. He just watched Tom’s face contort in pleasure as he carried on bobbing his head up and down. Tom couldn't believe he was feeling a second orgasm approaching - as fast and inevitable as an avalanche. “Oh shit, Daddy, I'm really close!” Tom warned him, although he knew it wouldn't stop the determined actor. Instead, it only egged him on. The finger slipped through Tom’s hole, surprisingly easy… Tom winced, slightly, as his hole was still sensitive from his morning wake up call with Harry. But he also let out a moan as he felt the digit sink deeper and deeper inside his tunnel. Tom wasn't able to hold back any longer. Yet again, he thrusted upwards as he let out a euphoric cry. Chris couldn't make out a single word that made sense, but he wasn't even paying attention that close. Instead, he was focused on gulping down every salty load Tom pumped into his jaw. Tom’s legs released Chris’ neck, only to stretch out as his body felt the intense orgasm. When he finished, Chris let the cock slip from his lips. “Fuck, you taste so good, baby…” Chris muttered, leaning down and kissing Tom’s thigh, affectionately. “I… I… I feel like it’s your turn… Daddy...” Tom panted, barely able to form a sentence in his brain before speaking it. “Is that right?” Chris whispered, kissing his way back up Tom’s body, but faster this time. “You wanna taste of Daddy?” He said in a low, lustful voice when his eyes met Tom’s. His face, millimeters above Tom’s, looked down at him with such control and confidence in his blue orbs. “P-Please? I wanna make you feel good too…” Tom said, hardly above a whisper as his hand cupped Chris’ bearded cheek. “Then I'll let you…” Chris said before their lips crashed together. Chris hungrily attacked Tom’s lips as his arms wrapped around him, pushing his tongue into his new lover’s mouth. Then soon, Tom felt the Daddy roll them around so that Chris was now below him. They continued making out as Tom laid on the muscular body, feeling Chris’ hands run up and down his bare back until they finally squeezed the bubble butt. Tom moaned softly into Chris’ lips, feeling his still hard cock throb against his abs. Then eventually, Chris broke off of his lips. “Strip me naked.” He instructed Tom, sending a chill down the younger man’s spine. “Yes, Daddy.” Tom whispered. Eager, Tom’s fingers began unbuttoning Chris' pants. They fumbled a bit, but eventually, he was able to pull the blue, Captain America pants down the huge thighs, then off his bare feet. All that was left was a pair of black boxer briefs, looking like they could rip apart from how hard the beast inside was trying to break free. “Lick it.” Chris commanded Tom. Pleasantly surprised, Tom leaned down and ran his tongue up the underside of the clothed shaft, this time sending a shiver through Chris. Turned on by making the giant crumble, Tom began licking all over the tent, tasting the precum that was oozing through the tip. “Argh fuck… Urgh, you’re so good…” Chris growled before reaching down and pushing the waistband of his underwear down enough for his monster cock to be freed. Tom's jaw dropped at the sight of the girthy beast in front of him. “Woah…” Tom muttered, eyeing up the 9 inch, uncut, veiny beast. “That’s it, baby. Go for it.” Chris smirked as Tom wrapped his fingers around the base. He pulled back the foreskin, exposing the pink, glistening mushroom tip. Tom licked his lips before running his tongue up the underside of Chris’ shaft. When the tip of his tongue finally reached the tip of Chris’ pole, Tom then wrapped his lips around the mushroom head before sinking his head down, swallowing the cock. Inch by inch, the cock was pushed deeper into Tom’s throat, until he finally gagged. “Oh fuck yeah, Tom… Choke on it, baby…” Chris purred, watching as Tom’s head bobbed up and down on the cock, looking up at him with his innocent, brown eyes. Tom used his hand to stroke the base of the cock that his mouth couldn't reach as he continued to take as much of the monster as possible - occasionally making himself gag. “Fuck yeah, that feels so good, Tom… You like the taste of Daddy’s cock?” Chris growled. Tom responded by moaning around the head of his shaft, then slurping up the precum that was oozing out. “I'm gonna fuck you so hard, baby… The whole fucking cast is gonna hear you…” Chris continued on, making Tom’s hard cock throb against the sofa. Tom had no idea Chris had such a dirty side to him, but he loved it. “I want that so bad…” Tom muttered, coming off the drool-coated cock. “Then what the fuck are we waiting for?” Chris smirked. Gripping Tom by the hair, he pulled him back up his body into another kiss. Their lips immediately began making out, passionately attacking each other. Chris’ huge arms wrapped around Tom’s smaller body, before he rolled them both over so that he was on top. Their naked bodies rutted against each other. Chris’ hands ran down Tom’s defined back until his large hands squeezed the round, fleshy cheeks. Then, his hands continued down Tom’s thighs before taking hold of them, wrapping the limbs around his body. “Fuck me, Daddy…” Tom whispered as he watched Chris getting into position. “Yeah? You ready?” He smirked, placing the tip of his shaft between Tom’s cheeks. “Fuck yeah. I'm ready, Daddy…” Tom nodded, with sheer desperation on his face. “Mmm, good boy.” Chris whispered. Slowly, he began pushing the girthy meat through the welcoming hole. Tom’s nails sank into Chris’ bulging bicep as he felt the burning sensation of the large slab of meat pushing through his walls. “Argh… Fuck… So big…” Tom hissed as he felt himself being filled up, inch by inch. “You okay?” Chris whispered, gently caressing Tom’s thigh. He was desperately trying to stop himself from thrusting deep, as the tightness of his walls was just so intense - he hadn’t felt anything like it. “Yeah… Keep going…” Tom nodded. He felt the cock continue sliding against his walls and even throb inside him. “F-Fuck me, Daddy…” Was all he could manage to stay. Chris gave a cheeky chuckle, before beginning to move his hips back and forth. To begin with, he was slow, gently gyrating his hips in and out of Tom. But as he saw the expression on Tom’s face turn to pleasure, he gradually picked up the pace. “Fuck Tom… Shit, your ass feels so good, baby…” Chris grunted, watching the boy beneath him begin to glisten in sweat. “Yeah… Y-You do too, Daddy… Fuck… It feels so big inside me... “ Tom moaned, nails beginning to claw at Chris’ upper back as he felt the fat rod inside him hitting his prostate harder. “Yeah, you like that, sweetie?” Chris whispered, before leaning down and kissing at Tom’s neck. “Argh yeah… Fuck… Yeah, I do, Daddy!” Tom groaned, arching his back into the Daddy’s impressive pecs. “Ohhh, want it harder, do you?” Chris asked, knowingly. “Yeah, Daddy… Harder!” Tom begged, gripping the blond hair. “Fuck… Such a good boy…” Chris smirked, his hips going faster and faster as he continued kissing at Tom’s neck and shoulder. Tom felt goosebumps as he felt the beard brushing against his skin as the huge man continued pounding into him. “It feels so good… So intense…” Tom muttered, feeling teeth grazing against his flesh. If it wasn’t for the fact they knew they’d be returning to set tomorrow, Chris was sure he’d have left three hickies already. Tom’s hand groped Chris’ hairy pecs as his prostate was continually being rammed into. Once again, Tom felt the pit in his stomach… Another climax was approaching. “Shit, Daddy… I’m… I’m so close…” Tom whimpered, feeling his cock throb. “Yeah? You wanna cum a third time, baby?” Chris whispered into his ear, before taking the earlobe between his teeth and nibbling it. “Mmhmm… Y-You’re too much…” Tom said, with a flirty smile. “Yeah? Do it, baby… Cum for me… I-I wanna lick it off your sweet, sexy body…” Chris grunted. Just hearing those words so close to his ear, along with feeling the hot breath against his ear, was too much. Tom’s body thrusted up into Chris’ as the head of his cock erupted. Another set of rounds splattered onto Tom’s abs and even Chris’ abdomen. “Arrrgh fuck! Fuck! Ohhhh, it’s so good! So fucking hot!” Tom cried out, voice breaking as his toes stretched out yet again. Chris watched as Tom’s entire body shook and shuddered in his arms as his nails clawed at the older man’s muscular back. “Ohhhh yeah, Tom… Fuck, I’m gonna cum too, baby…” Chris growled, soon pressing his forehead against Tom’s. Their eyes looked into each other’s, with such different expressions. Chris’ face was filled with the determination to breed Tom’s ass, whilst Tom was blatantly desperate for his Daddy to climax. It didn’t take long, though. SLAM! Chris thrusted every last inch of his thick meat deep inside of Tom’s guts. “ARRRGHHHhhh yeah! Take it, Tom! Fuck yeah! Take it all!” Chris moaned as he pumped his huge, thick loads into Tom’s stretched out hole. Tom’s eyes widened as he felt the cock twitching inside him, flooding his insides with Chris’ hot seed. “Oh yeaaaah, Daddy! Breed me! Fuck, that’s so hot!” Tom groaned, watching Chris’ face contort into raw pleasure. The bigger body shuddered as Chris pumped the last few drops of cum into Tom’s hole. Then, when he was finally finished, he collapsed on top of Tom. They both laid there, panting and sweating, sandwiching Tom’s cum between them. As they collected their thoughts, through th heavy breathing, they held each other in their arms. “That was…” Tom began. “Amazing?” Chris smirked. “Yeah… A-Amazing…” Tom nodded with a small laugh. “We have to do this again.” Chris told him. “Anytime, Daddy.” Tom chuckled before the two shared a passionate kiss. FeaturingAfter the battle of New York, the Avengers celebrate their victory with an intense orgy. A week had passed. Every news outlet from around the world was talking about us, both good and bad things. Some trusted us, some were scared. For the past few days we had all been in recovery mode on the Shield Helicarrier. During the time there, Thor and Fury were having negotiations of what to do with the imprisoned Loki. Meanwhile, the rest of us were recovering both mentally and physically from the intense stress we had been under. On the last morning, I was sitting in my room, which I had been sharing with Steve. But I was on my own, sat on the end of the bed, feeling somewhat… Confused. It felt like everything I remembered about the MCU had been wiped from my brain and the only stuff I remembered was the experiences I had already lived through. Why was this happening? It hadn't happened before during the other movies… As I was contemplating, though, I heard a knock at the door. I looked up to see Steve in a white tank top and beige pants, looking absolutely stunning. Meanwhile I was still a bit bruised up wearing a simple white v-neck and black shorts.
“You doing okay?” He asked me. “How long were you standing there?” I blushed. “Long enough to know you were in deep thought.” Steve chuckled before coming over and sitting beside me. “You okay?” He asked me, sincerely. “Yeah. Just… Wondering what happens next.” I half laughed. “I can understand that. I think I've felt that way ever since I woke up.” Steve sighed. “I'm sorry.” I said, looking up into his diamond blue eyes. “Don't be. I've been learning to enjoy it more.” Steve shrugged. “Really?” I asked, surprised. “It's easier when there’s a cutie like you around.” Steve chuckled before pecking my lips. “You did good out there, y’know?” “You think so?” “Yeah, definitely… Don't tell Tony this, but he was right. You are tough, you can fight for yourself… I was just scared I was going to lose a Radford all over again.” Steve admitted. “Awh, Steve… It's okay.” I assured him, taking his hand in mine. “You won't lose me, though.” “I better not.” He smiled before leaning in and kissing me again. “Sorry to interrupt, boys…” Tony’s voice said, as he came through the door as well, followed by Thor, Bruce and Barton. Tony was wearing a white button down shirt and a pair of grey pants whilst Thor was wearing his normal Asgardian get-up. However Barton was wearing a simple navy shirt and a pair of black jeans. “We were just about to depart with the prisoner.” The God told us. “Oh… Right, okay.” I nodded. “Well, now hold on… Wouldn't hurt to have a celebratory fuck though, right?” Barton suggested, giving Thor and Tony smirk. “No, of course. In Asgard we fuck plenty during celebrations.” Thor smirked back. “Sounds fun.” Bruce half laughed. “I might have a suggestion…” Tony smirked, looking over at me. “If it wasn't for Ryan, perhaps none of us would be here together, or even alive…” He mentioned. “What are you suggesting?” Steve asked. “I'm suggesting we all make it up to him.” Tony answered. “What does that mean?” I blushed. “Back in Asgard, when I helped defeat Loki the first time, my friends and family tied me to a bed, so they could take turns planting their seed inside me. As a thanks.” Thor explained. “Seriously?” Bruce said in awe. “That sounds like a wonderful idea.” Tony smirked. “You okay with that?” Steve asked me, caringly, gently caressing my face. “I think I am.” I smirked before pulling Steve into a kiss again. He pushed me backwards until he was on top of me as our lips passionately made out. “Yeah, that’s it, pin him down whilst I tie him up.” Barton smirked, taking off his shirt. As Steve’s tongue explored my mouth and his crotch was grinding into mine on the bed, Barton took my hands and brought them over my head. “Fuck this is so hot…” I muttered as Steve kissed at my neck, while Barton used his shirt to tie my wrists to the bedpost. “Going to make you proud, Ryan.” Thor smirked. I noticed as I looked over Steve’s shoulder, that they were already stripping off. “I can't wait to make this agent scream.” Tony added, now completely naked with Thor and Bruce. The muscular God and the two sexy scientists... “He’s gonna love it.” Bruce said as Steve broke off and soon ended up standing up off the bed, with Barton. “This isn't right.” Thor muttered before he climbed onto the bed, as Steve and Barton began stripping off as well. “What's that?” I asked, flirtatiously as he was soon looking down on me. He just smirked before gripping my shirt. RIIIIIIIP!! Like paper, Thor tore my shirt straight off my body before throwing it away. “We must celebrate your body, as we are celebrating your bravery.” Thor told me, before gripping my black shorts and boxer briefs underneath, then ripping them clean off my legs as well. I was rendered completely naked. The ruins of my clothes had been discarded to a corner of the room as Thor soon leaned down and kissed me, passionately. I went to wrap my arms around him, but of course I couldn't. I could feel his huge, muscular body press against me as his tongue explored inside my mouth. His huge, monolithic cock was grinding against mine. His beard brushed against my face as we kissed, but soon he broke off. FeaturingAliens descend on New York, with the Avengers as the world's last hope... Barton and I were still laying naked on the bed when the door to the room opened. I looked up in surprise to see Steve standing in his Captain America suit.
“Really?” He asked, rolling his eyes. “Don't tell Nat.” Barton groaned, as he freed me from my straps. “What’s going on?” I asked Steve. “We’re going.” “Going where?” Clint asked. “I'll tell you on the way. Can you fly one of those jets?” Steve asked Barton. “Yeah.” “Good. Got a suit?” “Yeah.” “Then suit up.” Steve instructed him. “Ryan, come with me. Tony’s got a plan for you.” I followed Steve until we came down to some kind of warehouse where we soon found Tony fixing up his old suit. “Meet you there.” Steve told us before leaving us. “What’s going on?” I asked Tony. “Loki’s at Stark Tower. Listen, you and I are going to confront him first - there we’re gonna pick up some fresh suits.” Tony told me. “Right… Okay.” I nodded. “Don't be afraid to use your seduction powers on him, either. We could do with distracting him for a bit.” Tony chuckled. “They're not powers.” I rolled my eyes. “Ya’ll are just horny as fuck.” I scoffed. “Well can you blame us with an ass like yours’?” Tony smirked, groping my butt. “Back to the plan?” I laughed. “Yes, so we’re gonna go to the tower and we have to do our best to keep the invasion as contained as possible. We can't let it get out of the city.” Tony told me. “Hopefully Thor catches up.” I sighed. As the ‘movie’ progressed, I found myself remembering less and less of how it ended… It was almost like my memory was gradually being erased on how the marvel universe went. “And the big guy.” Tony added. “Do you think we’ll make it?” I asked, looking up at him. “We have to.” Tony simply said before giving me a hug. “I'm proud of you.” “I'm proud of you, too.” I said, holding him close. |
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