Date: Mon, 20 May 2019 22:48:32 -0600 From: Nasty Slut Subject: The A-listers new bitch-1 This is a story of pure fiction. In no way are the activities of the named characters meant to imply anything about their true sexualities. This story contains BDSM, raunch, and other deviant activities. If you are underaged, or it is illegal to read where you live, or these activities offend you, then stop reading now! If you enjoy the story, let me know! And donate to nifty! ------------------------------------------------------- Darren Criss' hands trembled a bit as he reached for the doorbell of Chris Evan's house. He had been invited to this private gathering a couple of weeks ago when he ran into Chris at a Hollywood party. He had been told it was going a small gathering of A listers, and he knew it could really raise his status in the business if he made it into this crowd. He was told it was a guys only party, which he thought was a little strange, but here he was, sans wife. His palms were sweaty from excitement and nerves, but mostly excitement. He pushed the button and took some deep breaths while he waited. It didn't take long for the door to swing open, and there stood Chris, dripping water, his chest hair glistening, with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Welcome." He said, extending his hand to Darren and shaking it, flashing his big, bearded smile. "I guess I forgot to mention it was a pool party. But don't worry, I've got something to fit you, follow me." Darren followed Chris through the house and into a bathroom where a white speedo lay waiting on the counter. "Just as well you didn't bring a suit, we kind of have a tradition here. Get changed and come on out back." He shut the door and Darren just picked up the suit and thought, "Oh well. Not like I haven't worn less." Besides, he was proud of his body. He especially liked it when he could keep his chest hair, like he had now. He quickly stepped into the speedo and admired himself in the mirror, enjoying how his dick was nicely outlined by the thin, white fabric. He gathered his clothes, and carried them with him, not knowing what to do with them. "I'll take those." Said Chris, taking them from Darren and tossing them aside. Darren looked around and realized the tradition. Everyone there was wearing white speedos. Alexander Scarsgaard reclined on a lounge chair, his lean, smooth body stretched out enjoying the sun. By the bar stood Bradley Cooper talking to Tom Hardy. Jake Gyllenhaal was in the pool tossing a ball back and forth with Ryan Reynolds. Everyone turned and waved and shouted hello as Chris put his hands on Darren's shoulders. "Take a look boy," he whispered into Darren's ear. "We're the men who can elevate you to our level, you just gotta play along." Darren wondered what he meant, but didn't have long to think before Chris wrapped his arms around him and picked him up, laughing as he carried Darren to the pool, and jumped in. The rest of the guys whooped and hollerd as they all jumped in together. A game of chicken quickly ensued. Chris had Darren jump on his shoulders. Jake jumped on Ryan's and Tom jumped on Bradley's. Alexander was the odd man out, but helped out by pulling on the backs of everyone's swimsuit's, helping to knock the guys down. Darren was extremely aware of his cock and balls rubbing the back of Chris's neck, and felt himself get a little hard. He was embarrassed, but Chris didn't seem to notice, or if he did, he didn't acknowledge it. After a while, Chris announced, "man I could sure use a drink," as he climbed out of the pool and headed toward the bar. The rest of the guys agreed, and everyone got out of the pool. Darren couldn't help but notice how transparent everyone's suit had become. Everywhere he looked, he could see cocks and balls and ass. He didn't want to look, but couldn't help it. He was staring at Alexander's long swedish snake, and Alexander knew he was looking. He looked right at Darren as he slowly ran his hand down his flat stomach and into his suit, grabbing his cock and pulling it to the side, so it was clearly outlined through the wet fabric. Darren was startled out of his mini trance as Tom slapped him on the ass and said, "see something you like?" Darren laughed nervously. " Uh no, sorry, just spaced out for a moment." "Here," said Chris, handing a glass to Darren. "My specialty." "Thanks," he laughed, taking a big swig. It was sweet, pineapple and something else. He drank it down quickly, and Chris made him another one. He sipped the second one slowly, wondering what the secret ingredient was. It wasn't long before he was feeling really relaxed, and kind of dizzy. He could feel himself swaying a bit. "Hey buddy," said Chris. "The sun must be getting to you, here, lie down for a moment." He led Darren to a lounge and helped him lie down on his stomach. Someone started rubbing his shoulders, and he could feel himself melting into the chair. He felt so good, and the hands were so warm, he found himself getting and erection, and soon he was rock hard. "Thank goodness I'm on my stomach," he thought to himself. He barely even noticed when he felt some cold metal around one of his wrist's, followed by a clicking sound. Before he knew it, both hands were handcuffed behind his back. "Hey, what the fuck?" He started to protest, trying to get up. "Tsk, tsk, tsk." He heard Chris say. He turned his head to see Chris approaching him with some kind of red ball with leather straps. Someone squeezed his balls hard, causing him to cry out and open his mouth. The ball was shoved in and buckled around his head, silencing his protests. "Can't have the neighbors hearing you, now can we?" Said Chris. Darren felt his speedo being pulled off as he yelled his muffeled protests, to no avail. "I love it when they struggle." Said Ryan laughing. "It's no use." Tom whispered in his ear. "You're all ours now, faggot." Darren continued his muffeled pleas as he was rolled over, exposing his rock hard cock. "Seems you like this." Laughed Bradley, grabbing Darren's hard seven inches and squeezing as hard as he could. Darren groaned in pain as the guys laughed at him. "Well, it looks like I'm just in time." Said a new voice.