Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2021 16:54:43 +0000 From: Oscar Fraser Subject: Tom Hardy Gives in - Part 6 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 had been weeks since Tom returned from Australia, weeks since his last message or interaction with Oscar, he still remembered the week-long ass fucking he received from both Hemsworth bothers. Since that first pounding given to him by Chris, Tom has turned into an insatiable bottom slut, not leaving either brother alone for more than five minutes before begging them to fuck them again. To go from all of that, to nothing, was torture for Tom, Oscar wasn't returning his texts. He had glimpsed into this world and had it cruelly taken away from him for no reason. His wife was also getting bored of him, with his increased horniness Tom fucked his wife almost daily, and she was sick of it. Even permitting Tom to pleasure himself, something she found disgusting but had no choice as Tom was behaving like a sex-crazed manic and she didn't know why. Tom did, his ass wasn't getting the attention it deserved, a finger wasn't enough after it had accommodated to the hung Audtrailian dicks of the Hemsworth brothers, and he certainly couldn't risk having a dildo in the house. He thought if he could just get fucked one more time, scratch that itch, hear that sound of balls smacking against him once more, he would be okay. With one last fuck session he could go back to being the straight hunk everyone knew him as. He had a plan, he would play on his masters love of underwear, and even though Oscar Issac hadn't asked him in weeks, Tom still sent pictures in his underwear daily, maybe even twice a day. However, this time he would pick out some especially slutty underwear, something that would convince his master to finally fuck him, and leave cum all over his face. Tom made his way into London, having searched online for an appropriate place, laughing to himself. Last time he made this journey, he was so nervous, worried someone might catch him heading towards the bathhouse. Now he didn't care, he made his way into the gay sex shop more concerned about getting his Daddy's thick cock up his ass. Catching himself calling Oscar his Daddy. Tom reflected on the change he had made over the past months. With his newfound confidence came the ability to head straight up to the underwear aisle. A secluded part at the back of the store where no one would see him, being a Monday and practically empty Tom found peace in looking at all the brands. However, confidence does mean knowledge. Tom didn't realise the sheer myriad of display options. Jockstraps, Briefs, Thongs, Lace, leather, where would begin? Eventually, he picked up a few pairs to try on that showed off his greatest feature, his ass. Going for a black lace pair of briefs, a marron jockstrap and a blue speedo that turned into a thong at the back. As Tom turned to head towards the changing room. He collided into the chest of the man next to him. Who had most of his shirt unbuttoned revealing enlarged pecs coated with thick chest hair. Tom backed off but was grabbed by the wrist. "Watch were you are going slut" the voiced boomed through Tom, this was a voice that would make anyone of any gender submit, would follow their every command, this was a man who knew his power and exercised his might on his sexual conquests. Henry Cavill held onto Tom's arm. "I've been looking for you, what luck I found you here today" "You've been, been looking for me?" "Stop staring at me chest boy and speak up." "I'm sorry, mate" "I'm not your mate, but yes I've been looking for you, your Daddy got in touch with me a few weeks back" At the mention of Oscar, Tom jumped to know more, simultaneously with a jump in his cock. "Oscar has been in touch?" "Yes, your Daddy, he thought you deserved a treat, and here it is, I'm your treat, you get the privilege of being my little slut this afternoon, how lucky are you. If you are wondering why I didn't get in touch earlier, I thought I would make you wait, make you wait for the honour of being my naughty little secret when I saw you at the train station I just knew it was the right time, so I followed your bouncing ass here. and what are you holding there?" Tom's eyes followed Henry Cavill's down to the underwear he was still holding. He exuded pure embarrassment as blood rushed to his cheeks. "I like the thought but these won't do boy, I think we need something a little more revealing." Henry smacked the underwear out of Tom's hand on the floor. As Tom picked it up, Henry reached out to some underwear of his choice and thrust it into Tom's hand. "Here's what you are going to, you are going to go into that changing room, and put these on, whilst I go pay, and you are gonna meet me in my car outside in ten minutes, no longer. This is your only chance, no pressure if you don't want to come with that's fine. However, if you get in that car you will be submitting to anything that I want, you will be mine for twenty-four hours, no safe words, no backing out, you are mine, don't like it, don't get in the car." Henry walked away, leaving Tom speechless, was this why Oscar had not responded? He wanted Tom to be driven crazy by desire and submit to Henry. Looking at Henry walk away, his black boots, his tight jeans which showed out his muscular legs and arms and his hairy chest covered by the thinnest of fabric, so he was essentially shirtless, and a moustache that screamed man. Tom pondered all the items Henry was buying at the counter, not even hesitating to consent to whatever his new temporary master wanted, and quickly made his way to the changing rooms to do as he was told. Shock overtook his face, when he saw what he was asked to put on, the black jockstrap wasn't at all bad, it was the other items. The black stocking and garter belt were a stretch for him. This was the type of lingerie he would buy his wife, now his new Daddy was demanding he wears it. Sensing the passage of time, and knowing if he wasn't outside soon he would miss his chance, Tom quickly got changed. Quick enough to admire himself in the mirror, his muscular legs were covered in the stocking, the garter belt exacerbating the size of his manly thighs. Pubes and hair poked out the material, and his ass was perfectly framed in the jockstrap, Tom was getting hard looking at himself, knowing if anyone were to see him they would probably cum instantly, regardless of their sexual preference. He looked the part, a slutty cumdump ready to submit. As Tom put his clothes on over the lingerie, he saw the security camera with a red light. Making a mental note to look on the internet as he expected the images of his little changing room session to go viral. "You made the right choice, get in." Tom got in the car, and they sped away. To any innocent pedestrian, they looked like two famous actors hanging out. In reality, Tom's mind was racing to all the nasty things Henry would do to him, hoping his need for cock could be satisfied and leaking precum into the jockstrap. Henry didn't speak to him, look in his direction or acknowledge his presence, only when they were out of the city and driving on the country roads did he grab Tom's neck, push it down into his crotch and barked: "Get where you belong, boy, I've worked up a right rank ball sweat you little cock tease, you are gonna stay there as long as I tell you, smelling your Daddy's balls" In his new position, Tom's senses were cut off, he could not see where they were going, could not back off as Henry held in place, he could only do as he was told, and smell the cock of a real man. Hoping that soon it would be roughly pounding his ass. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- After an undisclosed time had passed, the car stopped, Tom went to sit up. Only to find Henry still holding him in place. "Fuck you are more obedient than Taron Egerton or Tom Holland. Little sluts craves my cum, can't get enough of it. Alas, here's what you are going to do for me." Tom was finally allowed to sit up. Realising that they were at a motorway service station. "Go to the men's room, and go sit in the stall furthest away from the door, I'll be in shorty." Tom went to get out of the car. Just as he was about to do so, Henry reached over and grabbed his bulge. "Just checking you are into this, is that your hard dick? Is that as big as it gets? fuck you are pathetic, your lucky you've got a nice ass. Go, boy." "Yes sir." Tom practically ran to the bathrooms, eager to please, hoping his master was looking directly at his ass as he walked; as it was hoisted up by the jockstrap. He wasn't. Tom went straight to the bathroom, and into the end stall. Thinking off all that might happen in a few moments, was he going to get fucked? Could be so lucky to be fucked by Henry Cavill in a public bathroom whilst wearing lingerie? Henry made him wait thirty minutes, every time the door opened Tom snapped to attention hoping it was a cock for him to feast on, there was no such luck. Until the door to the stall opened and Henry stood inside. From his position on the toilet seat, Tom got a good luck at the hunk in front of him. Bulked up and hairy, he resembled a Greek God, with a bulge to match. The smell of musk emanating off Henry, that Tom had spent the drive feasting on, was enough to make any straight man question their beliefs. Again, Henry didn't even look at Tom, didn't speak or acknowledge his presence. Simply closed the door behind him, undid the zipper on his jeans, pulled out his girthy cock, and let his piss flow all over Tom. Speechless Tom went to protest, he opened his mouth only to get a mouthful of Henry's pungent piss. It filled his mouth and saturated his clothes. Tom realised now that his time rented out to Henry was not for him, it was to give Herny everything he wanted, he was to be at his service. Understanding that was the lesson Oscar was trying to teach him, that he was there to sexually please his Daddy, not the other way around. Tom accepted his position as Herny's piss slave and opened his mouth once again to drink the warm liquid. "Car, five minutes." There was no time to dry up, he couldn't change his clothes after Henry left him there with the door open. Tom washed his hands, and walked across the car park visibly covered in piss, stinking and seeing the shocked faces of the public. Who he knew would spread the rumour Tom Hardy was pissed on in the men's bathroom. Lucky for him, no one would believe them. As they drove away, Tom didn't need to be asked, he took his place at Henry's groin, sniffing as he had previously been told. Whilst Henry stroked his head. Like a master would do with his puppy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Once they arrived, and Tom exited the car, he realised where they were. Cavill's country home, he had been here once before, for a party hosted by the studio, in the middle of nowhere, no neighbours and no chance of being disturbed no matter how hard he screamed. Due to his familiarity with the place Tom instinctively made his way towards the front door. That was until he was grabbed by the neck and a single painful slap hit his ass. "What the fuck to do you think you are doing, sluts belong outside." Tom was forced by the neck around the back, to a small barn occupied by pallet wood and various garden equipment. Cavill wasted no time in ripping the clothes off Tom, shredding them to pieces, leaving him in just the lingerie and jockstrap. (Tom had no idea how we would explain this to his wife.) Before he knew it his hands were behind his back and attached to the wall of the barn. He was going nowhere, freezing, smelling of piss. Tom hoped he wouldn't be in the cold for long. His fears were confirmed by Cavill whispering: "and you can stay there boy until you learn to behave yourself." Tom was left, naked and tied up. With no idea how long it would be until his new master returned, or he could finally get the rough fucking he now desperately needed. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Once the sun was beginning to set, Tom was woken up by the crunching of gravel and the return of his master. It was one of the sexiest things Tom had ever seen, and one he was not going to forget soon. Cavill had spent the time since he left Tom casually putting on some of the items he had bought back in London as well as a few of his personal favourites. The leather pants, jacket, tank top, hat, and boots, with his sheer muscle mass, thick moustache and dominating presence. Cavill stood there the definition of a leather Daddy, ready to punish his boy and climaxed however and wherever he pleased. Tom lay whimpering, not from the cold or fear, but the need to have Cavill's leather Daddy dick so far inside of him he would not be able to walk for weeks. He needed a pounding only a dominate man like Cavill could give him, and he needed it now. Cavill knew this and drew pleasure out of making his boys wait for it, the more eager they are to please the more he would tease them, his record was leaving Sebastian Stan in nothing but nipple clamps and a butt plug locked in a hotel room for two days, whilst he was away filming The Witcher. He only had Tom for another eighteen hours however, and he had promised Oscar he would get him back in one piece, once he had learnt his lesson about being so needy. So he undid the ropes, and permited Tom to lick every part of his body intimately. If it meant he was going to get fucked Tom agreed and started at Cavill's boots. Using his tongue to clean every nook and cranny. If he went to fast, he received a smack across the face, and eventually, he found a pace that pleased his master. Overall it took at an hour to lick his legs, bulge and abs. All hidden under leather. Finally, Tom had made it to skin, Cavill's legendary pecs were exposed, along with all that chest hair. Tom dove in lapping up the tastes of the man before him, sensing more than just sweat he hesitated. In response, his head was quickly pushed down. "I see I didn't wash all of it off, maybe that was intentional. You see, once Jason told me about that little adventure of yours in the aeroplane, I decided he was such a good boy I would let him cum all over his favourite part of me. I thought I washed it all out, but I guess a few hairs are still stuck together. Well, nothing a Lil' sub boy like you can't fix." Once Tom had swallowed all of Jason Momoa's leftover cum. Henry decided he had enough and moved onto the real fun. Undoing the zip on his pants Henry pushed Tom's head into his balls. "I think it's time for your treat." What proceeded was the best suck Cavill's balls had ever received, due to the effort Tom was giving to take both in his mouth at the same time. Getting them wet, sucking and nibbling on the scrotum, resting them on his tongue. The roughness and treatment of his nutsacks made Cavill howl like a bear, a deep guttural roar that turned Tom on so much, he moaned directly into his master's balls making them vibrate and both moan even further. "Enough you fucking cocktease." Tom was pushed back, and before could tell which was up he was tied up again, in a doggy position with the ass hole exposed due to the limited discretion given by the jockstrap. A blindfold placed over his eyes, his legs tied together with his arms as well. Tom was powerless to move or know what would happen next. He hoped and braced himself to feel cold lube on his asshole, mentally preparing for the mighty cock of Henry Cavill. What he didn't expect was the swift placement of two nipple clamps, tightly attached to himself then the rope holding him in place. Meaning every time he squirmed they would pull tighter, luring him into a cocktail of pain and pleasure that would result in a swift orgasm and fuck he would never forget. Not knowing where Henry was, he could be alone again, for who knows how long, Tom was comforted by the quick rimming given to him by his master. Purring that it meant he was being prepared to take that impressive cock. "Don't forget, no matter how loud you scream, no one can hear you." Tom screamed as all of Henry's length entered him, not pausing to let Tom accommodate, then quickly as it had entered him, left, entered again and repeatedly fucked Tom, not bothering to make sure he was getting any pleasure out of it. Tom was Henry Cavill's fuck toy, there for his amusement, and he loved it, and concentrated on tensing his ass, to feel the maximum friction between it and his Daddy's cock. Cavill possessed stamina unlike Tom had ever seen before and he struggled to keep up, with the loss of his freedom, sight and ability to move Tom had no idea how much time had past as Cavill fucked and spanked him, spitting on his back and biting his neck. All he knew if that he was struggling to keep up and would pass out soon if Henry didn't cum, he had already cummed twice himself filling the jockstrap with warm thick spunk that overflowed and dribbled down his leg. Tom was convinced he blacked out before he heard those words he longed to hear, unfortunately it meant the cock which had more than satisfied him to exit his ass. "Fucking slut, you are gonna make me cum." As the blindfold was taken off Tom was eye to eye with Cavill's engorged bellend, directly in his face it shot load after a load of cum. Warm jizz flowed, not stopping and mixing in with the dried piss on his chest. Tom stuck out his tongue desperate to taste the cum of his Daddy. Once enough cum had covered Tom's face, Cavill stuck his dick directly into his throat and allowed his to drink from the source, which he frantically lapped up, not caring he was struggling to breathe but enjoying the buckets of cum he was drinking. "Good little slut" Cavill would never admit it, but he was spent, he had not enjoyed a fucking quite like that in a long time, no one had given into him as much as Tom had, no one had let him fuck him as long as him, except when he was in America and Zac Efron begged for them to fuck in the alleyway behind a nightclub. Not wanting to let Tom see him sweat, which he was at an alarming rate, he put the blindfold back on and walk away. Only shouting goodnight, leaving Tom unaware of what was going on, blindfolded, smelling of stale piss and cum, and forced to sleep in the barn. Twitching at every noise, hoping it was his Daddy coming to fuck him again, but he never came. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ In the morning Tom was rudely awoken by his blindfold being ripped off, expecting Cavill to be standing above him, ready for round two. What Tom saw made him even more excited. It was Oscar, pulling down his zipper to his trousers and peeling back his briefs. Placing a finger over Tom's mouth he whispered: "shush now, don't say anything, don't ruin it, you've been such a good Lil slut lately, doing everything and everyone I've asked, such a good little slut, I'm so glad I found you fingering yourself in that locker room. I'm here to take you home, but before we do that, there's something you can do for me." Oscar rested his flaccid dick in Tom's mouth and let out his morning piss. The first few drops of liquid entered Tom's mouth when they were disturbed by a welcome presence. "I kept him warm for you." "Thank you, Henry, for looking after my boy." Without another word, Henry took out his flaccid cock and joined Oscar in letting out his morning piss directly into Tom's mouth, overflowing and dripping over his chest. To show his appreciation soon as they were done, Tom sucked on both cocks at the same time, massaging there shafts with his mouth, feeling their heads rub up against each other and his tongue. It wasn't long till he was swallowing both of their loads. Tom still without clothes, only the now cum socked jockstrap and garter belt. Rode back to the city in Oscar's car, still thinking about the magnificent dick of Henry Cavill and the promise to see each other soon. His head rested in Oscar Issac's lap, who let him take out his cock and suck it as he drove. Tom lapped up Oscar's cock, not knowing when he would next again get to enjoy it. ----- End of Part 6 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thank you all so much, for the feedback and suggestions, there is a lot more content coming in the future. 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