Featuring:Prince Hazmine has an argument with his father about his future spouse, which ends in some fucking in the fountain. Prince Hazmine was a beautiful young man. He was muscular with large shoulders, pecs and a body he isn't afraid to flaunt. He was wearing a light blue satin crop top that showed off his abs and baggy pants with golden earrings and a necklace with a sapphire. All the Princess wanted him, but unfortunately the feelings were never mutual. He was sitting on the edge of their beautiful fountain, gently running his fingertips through the water.
“He is the rudest prince I've ever met!” The latest princess screamed as she ran out of the beautiful courtyard we had met in - through a large set of doors. “I'm so sorry!” Hazmine heard his Dad apologise before bursting through the doors. He was a large man with a sexy amount of stubble. He could be a bit ignorant at times but in fairness - he was trying to run a kingdom. He wore a big white turban that had a blue feather with a red jewel. He wore white royal robes with golden lining and a golden sash with indigo stripes going across his waist. “Are you fucking serious, Haz?!” He barked, storming over. The Sultan, also known as Hazmine’s father or Pratt. “For once can you lock that cat of yours in a fucking room while you meet one of these princesses?” He complained, gesturing towards Hazmine’s most treasured companion - Rajah the tiger. Although scary, he was very loyal to Hazmine, meaning he was also very protective. “Rajah did nothing wrong, Father. He clearly knew she wasn't right for me… Y'know because of the whole ‘boobs’ situation.” Hazmine reminded The Sultan. “For God’s sake, how many times do I have to tell you. You have to marry a princess, no matter if you're gay or not. The royal bloodline must continue.” The Sultan groaned, rubbing his temples. “There's other ways! I heard that there’s a land that does surrogates? Or we could adopt, I mean, who cares about this whole bloodline thing?” Hazmine reasoned. “Every single one of your ancestors! Not to mention it's the law!” The Sultan reminded him, sitting down beside the prince. “Urgh… I hate this. I hate being trapped in this palace - in these walls. It's not fair, I wanna be free!” Hazmine complained. “But… But why? You have anything you need, a library, a pool, a beautiful garden!” “But I wanna be able to leave, Father. I want to be able to meet our people, talk to them.” Hazmine insisted. “Son… I love you. But being Prince means there are rules and you must be protected. Ever since your mother died… I promised I'd look after you. This is the best way.” The Sultan continued, cupping Hazmine’s face. “I love you too, Father.” Haz sighed before the two leaned in to kiss.
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Featuring:The Avengers come to Dylan's new home to experience the new escort Tom and Hemsworth speak so highly of. I was finally moved into Chris Hemsworth's summer house. I couldn't believe it. It was a beautiful home. The house was gated, meaning only people with a passcode could come in. There were two floors, out back was a large pool, there was a sauna room, a gaming room and even a cinema room! The living room was very open, with comfy white sofas and a large TV. The kitchen was very homely with lots of counter space, with a black and white aesthetic. My bedroom was beautiful as well. The bed was king sized, there was a nice desk for my computer and a large walk-in closet. It was also connected to the bathroom, which had a huge tub and shower that could probably fit 4 people inside (which was good to know). Life was good. I was home. I had thanked Chris a million times and he said I'd soon be able to make it up to him, whatever that means.
Featuring:James and his Holy Trinity go bowling, but with a twist! It had been a few days since the orgy had happened. I was getting used to my new life in this town and enjoying every second of it. I really loved Brad, Tom and Ross and was only getting closer to them every day. They had given my ass a rest, though, as for the last few days I could barely walk it was so sore. However, this morning I woke up to the feeling of something wet, wiggling around in my ass. I also noticed, when I tried to move my hands, I couldn’t because they were bound to something. I opened my eyes to see that some kind of silky fabric had been tied around my wrists and to the headboard post. I looked over my shoulder and saw a completely naked Ross had his face buried between my cheeks and was hungrily eating me out.
“Fuck… M-Morning…” I stammered. “Mmmm… Morning baby…” Ross said, though muffled. “W-Why’d you tie me up?” I asked. “Well, since Tom and Brad went out to do some shopping... I thought I’d have... some fun with you… And I thought… tying you up as I fuck you... would be fun.” Ross said, between kisses up my back, finally reaching my shoulder. “And I know you want that too.” He whispered into my ear, sending a chill down my spine. “Fuck, I need it.” I said, feeling my hard cock beneath me. “I’ll get back to work, then.” Ross said before going back down to my ass, spreading my cheeks and burying his face into it. “Oh, fuck, Ross…” I whimpered, feeling him eat me out like a hungry animal. His tongue felt so fucking good, making me moan into my pillow as I felt the warm, wetness of it fuck me. Featuring:At James' welcome party, he's greeted with the orgy of his dreams in the karaoke bar. I held Tom and Brad’s hands as we walked to the karaoke bar. The sun was setting, giving the sky a deep purple. Ross was walking in front, practically skipping in excitement. We arrived at the bar, which was already pretty busy. We wandered through the doors and I was amazed to see loads of different celebs, some I had seen on the tour and some new ones, sat around tables or at the bar. Currently, nobody was on the stage. Something else had changed since I had last been here. A massive yellow banner was hung up on the back wall saying ‘WELCOME HOME, JAMES’ in big, bold, blue letters.
“Wow…” I said, shocked. “I was gonna say the same thing. Nobody’s naked yet… Gotta be a first.” Ross scoffed. “JAAAAAMES!” Everyone cheered when they noticed me. “Now the party can start.” Tristan said, behind the DJ stand, into the mic. “Get on the stage, James!” Carlos cheered from behind the bar. “Yeah, let us all see you!” Chris FUCKING Pratt added. Fuck, he looked good. “Go on.” Tom smiled, gesturing to the stage. “O-Okay…” I nervously got up onto stage and went to the mic, which was standing by the pole. I looked around to see eyes from all the people I’ve ever admired. I could see Chris Evans and Hemsworth, the Jonas brothers and even the Chainsmokers. I spotted Tom Daley and his husband, Dustin, then also almost the entire Male cast of Once Upon a Time. It was crazy. So, finding my voice was pretty hard. |
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