Date: Sat, 23 Jan 2021 18:42:29 +0000 From: Oscar Fraser Subject: Tom Hardy Gives in - Part 3 DISCLAIMER: This story has no connection to the characters mentioned. There is no connection to any It is all from the author's imagination If you can please donate to Nifty, where would we be without this archive? --------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was risky, but it had come to this. Tom risked exposure, ridicule, the end of his marriage, family and career. However his curiosity and cravings had got the better of him, for weeks he had felt incomplete, there had been occasional texts to Oscar, demanding that Tom proved to him he was still wearing his underwear. They had increased in such frequency that Tom had taken to wearing them daily. Worried they were losing his masters scent. Tom had yet to learn who these new friends were, maybe Oscar was toying with him, having sparked a deeply hidden craving for cock, withdrawn to make Tom submit even more. He had been thinking it for days, but this morning Tom decided to take matters into his own hands. To prove to himself and Oscar he still was the dominant stud his fans thought he was, and get as much action as he could. After the morning rush, Tom headed into London and towards a place he had heard about through the grapevine, he had to keep the directions on his phone. Hiding his phone screen from the somewhat busy tube. It showcased a map to a gay bathhouse, from what Tom could figure out it was similar to a swingers party or sex event, he had frequented only a few of those in his younger more adventurous years. However, this was exclusively for men, and as Tom could make out, a more discreet clientele, such as himself. It was still risky, he was bound to be recognised both inside and walking into the building, but it was a risk he was willing to take. To prove to himself he was still the powerful sex symbol he once was, by getting some random guy to submit to him. Tom arrived, he was just outside the door, there was no one around that morning so luckily he had made it there unnoticed, his hand was on the door, it looked simple enough, just a door to a random shop, nothing to give it away except a discreet sign. He couldn't do it he thought, there is no way. "Excuse me mate" Tom's stomach stopped, but only briefly till the feeling moved to his cock, a handsome, dark-skinned, bearded guy brushed past him straight into the bathhouse, not only that he cupped Tom's ass discreetly on the way in, not lingering long enough for Tom to notice, or him to see the face of whos ass he grabbed, but for Tom to know he had to follow him. As Tom made his way to the counter and paid, the young twink who barely looked up from his phone didn't even recognise him, just asked if it was his first time here. "Follow the directions to the locker room, undress, cover yourself in the towel if you wish, and then you are free to explore, we offer a sauna, dark rooms, hot tub, individual pods etc. If you need any help come and find me" "Thank you" "sure" Tom quickly made his way to the locker room, hoping to catch a glimpse of the guy who just groped him, no luck, the place was dead. He worried that his quest might be for nothing and the risk he had taken for nothing. He quickly stripped off, eager to see what the place had to offer. Just before he left the locker room, he neatly put Oscar's undies in a locker and got the key, and whilst he was wrapping the towel around his waist caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Rugged, muscled, tall he was fucking fit and he knew it, he shouldn't have any trouble finding a willing slut to gag on his cock. Unfortunately, the place was dead, being so early in the morning Tom cursed himself for not thinking ahead, there was no one there, and he couldn't even find the guy he saw when he walked in. This had all been a waste. He was turned on by the various sex swings and devices in the dungeon room, but there was nobody to enjoy them with, tie up, torture and tease. Tom rested in the hot tub, letting the heat wash over his bare ass and balls, slowly fondling with his cock. He decided that he would make his way to a dark room, have a dirty filthy wank, and then call it a day, accepting this was all a waste of time. The further Tom made his way to the dark room, he heard a familiar sound, one that excited his cock, making it stand in anticipation of what he would see. The ferocity of the sound grew, mixed in with the moaning of someone who was getting their needs met. The sound of skin slapping on ass signified a ferocious fuck that almost sounded painful. As Tom walked around the corner, the low light was enough to make out an extremely arousing sight. The man at the entrance had a younger guy in a doggy position, hips held in place by his hands, pulling his ass deeper on a thick cock, and with each pull, thrusting his hips into the hole of the guy who was lost in ecstasy. Moaning face-first into the floor. "Fuck yeah, fuck, ah fuck, deeper please, I need it Daddy, please, fuck you are so big." "That right boy, you little cum slut, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum lad, where do you want daddy's thick load". "My chest daddy, I wanna see your hot spunk all over my chest." "Get ready then lad" The bottom crawled into position, looking like a puppy needing his master. Tom was transfixed, as the growl emanated from the top, who upon closer inspection was the man at the door. The crash of the impending orgasm matched the roar from the top, who unloaded wave after wave of cum over the chest of the guy in front of him, Coating his pecs with spunk, it was the largest load Tom had seen, nearly beating the one Oscar left on his face. Tom had come here, wishing to be in a similar position to the man currently bucking at the knees from his orgasm, instead, it took all his control not to rush over, and join the slut on his knees and both of them lick at the dickhead, sucking to get the last few drops of seed. Tom wouldn't have to wait long. The man simply ruffled the hair of the lad on the floor "Hot lad" and as he began to walk away whispered to Tom and flicked his nipple. "All yours man" "Is someone else there?" The cum-covered body crawled over to Tom, seeing his strong legs through the darkness, they were alone, and this was Tom's opportunity to add a load to the lad's chest. Before he could even think of all the nasty things he was going to try out, a mouth latched onto his semi-erect cock, and began a forceful blowjob. Tom reached for the wall for balance, as the face, deep on his cock, opened its eyes, and there was instant recognition of each other when their gaze met. The face backed away from Tom's groin, an audible popping sound was heard as Tom's cock was dislodged from the hungry mouth, standing up. Andrew Garfield stated softly. "fuck, you can't be here, fuck, who saw you? Follow me." Tom had no choice as Andrew grabbed his hand and led him to a private room. Following his lead, Andrew led Tom through the maze that was the bathhouse, still empty but Tom saw rooms designed for all levels of kinky exploration; and signs they had been used well. However, Tom's eyes were fixed on the magnificent sight in front of him. Perfectly framed in a white jockstrap, the style most associated with American athletes, was Andrew's overflowing ass. Bountiful and succulent, jiggling with every step Andrew took, with a light dusting of hair and an inviting sweaty crack. Tom licked his lips at the feast bouncing in front of him. He was led into a small room, with only a bed, but not closed off. The room was carefully chosen as it offered the most privacy one could have in the bathhouse. Which was very little, any action inside could be viewed through the gap above the door or the glory hole to the next room. "What are you doing here Tom?" "I..." Tom struggled to find the words to describe his current predicament. "Let me guess, you have found yourself turned on by men, you came here to scratch that itch, and pump out as many loads as possible and prove to yourself that you are a real man." "how... how did you know" "Oscar text me, said this thing might happen." "How does Oscar know, how... I mean who's Oscar" "oh give over, I know what you and Daddy did." Tom was taken aback: "Daddy?" "Oh, you don't call him that as well? Weird, but anyway Tom regardless of that you can't be here, there are places where closeted celebs like you can get there kicks, but it's not here." "Well, why are you here?" "Everyone knows I'm a cumslut, it wouldn't make any difference." The silence filled the room, only penetrated by the smell of cum coming from Andrew and then Tom's voice. "Well, what now?" Neither one of them made a move, pressed together in the small room, the heat was unbearable, sweat was beginning to form on both their bodies, giving off fresh manly smells from Tom. The men's eyes explored each other's bodies, sizing each other up. Andrew was looking at Tom's nipples delighting in their size and licking his lips. Tom was comparing sizes, of his and Andrews pecs, his clear had more bulk than the lad. It was turning him on knowing the power he possessed over the cumslut before him. "I think you come here to do as you intended" " And that is..." Andrew dived forward, wrapping his arms around Tom's head, cutting off his speech and sharing a rough kiss, with their tongues melting in each other's mouth. Alongside the rough biting of lips. Tom's boner rubbed against Andrew's stomach, with the same vigour as the fresh load on Andrew's chest was being smeared onto Tom's pecs. Andrew moved down to the nipples he was sizing up moments ago. Driving Tom was wild. First with licking the area around the nipple. Then alternating between biting and blowing on them, each time, pulling harder with his teeth. Tom's moaning became screams of pleasure. Rising adjacent to the force of Andrew's efforts on his pleasure point. Tom came to his senses after a few minutes of nipple play, he had wanted to prove his dominant side, and this was not the way to do it. To prove that, Tom took one hand on the back of Andrew's head keeping him there, and the other, travelled to the famous ass of Andrew Garfield and toyed with his hole. Making it Andrew's turned to moan with pleasure, stifled by screaming directly into Tom's pecs. "You seem to like that boy, you like getting that tight hole played with." Andrew struggled to make a sentence, such was the level of ecstasy. "Yes.. oh god yes.. fuck... your fingers...more...fuck Daddy." "Wait, Stop." Tom ceased his torment of Andrew's hole and released him from his pec. "What, was I biting too hard?" "no it's perfect, but Daddy?" "don't tell me you don't love it, feeling like a big strong man, making me moan for Daddy." "I mean maybe a little, but.." "Don't worry I'll soon make sure you are into it." Andrew sank to his knees, in a position that reminded Tom of his first encounter with Oscar. He must have looked, as Andrew does now, submissive, and ready to serve in any way possible. Well, now he was in charge and would revel in this moment; by facefucking Andrew till the sounds of gagging and spit leaking from his mouth, was turning Tom on just as much as Andrew's expert throat. It soon wasn't enough, Tom grabbed his slut and pulled him upwards. Kissing him briefly tasting his cock and precum in Andrew's mouth. "Thanks, Daddy" "shut up and do as you're told." Tom proceeded to throw Andrew on the bed, which was just a rubbed mattress. Andrew arched his back in a position similar to one Tom found him in earlier that morning. A position where his ass spilt out of his jockstrap and invited as much cock as possible. However, Tom had other plans. He positioned Andrew over his knee and began spanking his ass, mesmerized by the way it jiggled and snapped back into place with each forceful thrust Tom brought down on it. "fuck yeah Daddy, spank me, fuck, oh yeah, that feels good." "You like that lad, you like me spanking your ass like that." "It's your ass, Daddy, spank it whenever you want, fuck." Andrew was right, Tom was starting to get turned on by the Daddy roleplay. Yet, Tom knew he was taking his frustration out on Andrew's ass and whilst he was enjoying the spanking, a feeling deep inside of him knew that it was him letting his anger out for secretly wishing he was in Andrew's place right now, and Oscar was his Daddy. There was only one thing for it, grabbing a condom and lube from near the door, Tom didn't give Andrew a moment to prepare and shoved his hard cock right up his ass. Luckily Andrew was used to it, and roared with delight, getting what he had craved. Unlike his Daddy, Andrew knew his place, what he loved, and that was on his hands and knees, in a jockstrap, getting as much cock up his ass as possible. As Tom squealed in euphoria, he trusts forward not being soft and gentle like he would with his wife, but unleashing a beast deep inside of him, natural urges took over and Tom held onto Andrew's hips, pounding his ass like a jackhammer. Anyone else would be pushed forward onto their face, but Andrew was more than up for the challenge, pushing his ass back to match every thrust, allowing his Daddy's dick to reach places in his ass that no dick had ventured before except for the maybe Tarron Egerton with his legendary ten-inch welsh masterpiece of a cock. Neither one of them would last long, the fuck he was giving was everything Tom needed to satisfy his sexual urges, until he focused on his dick sliding in and out of the hole in front of him, and realised he wanted to be that hole, wanted to be that cumslut with loads covering their body, he needed to take a rough pounding from any many he could. Tom ran away from those feelings by thrusting even harder and screaming to his lad he was about to cum. "Me too Daddy, fuck Daddy cum all over my ass, mark me, Daddy, wanna feel your hot spunk on my ass." "Fuck yeah boy." In a hasty motion, pushed on by the urgency of the impending orgasm, Tom exited Andrew's hole, ripped the condom off and proceeded to spunk all over Andrew's, two mounds of ass, plastering them with thick, hot white cum. Tom watched as his boy's crack welcomed rivers of cum to flow from the top, over his hole and pool near his ballsack. The feeling of his Daddy's spunk trickling over his freshly fucked ass drove Andrew wild. He came directly into his jockstrap without even touching his cock, when his seamen began to spill out of the fabric, he fell forward, finally collapsing in a pool of sexual bliss. Both men caught their breath. Their chests rising and falling to catch breath they had spent bringing each other to the peak arousal. "Thanks... thanks for that Daddy." Andrew drew Tom in for one last deep sensual kiss. "Maybe again soon." "sure boy" Andrew left to find more loads to add to the drying cum all over his body. As he watched Andrew walk out the door, the new cum soaked ass bouncing in anticipation of the new cock, Tom knew what a mistake he had made. A mistake that he forgot to ask Andrew. "hey wait, Andrew, wait" "Yes, Daddy?" "Can I, can I erm, have that jockstrap... please." As a yes, Andrew stripped and threw the jockstrap at Tom's face. Which he promptly sniffed. "Enjoy Daddy, see you soon." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tom sat in his study, laid on the desk in front of him was Andrew's jockstrap and Oscar's black briefs. He had quite a collection going. He was re-reading the text he just received. "Good boy x - Oscar" ----- End of Part 3 Feedback and suggestions for future characters / scenes welcome at Bashoutawank@gmail.com Thanks very much!