Fiction: Hollywood Hotel - Best Submissive Male

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The four nominees sat together listening to masters of ceremonies Paul
Walker and Chris Evans. As Chris explained the competition Paul Walker
looked at the prime hole he might have the chance to plug. He eyes up Tom
Welling, looking up the leg of Tom's flimsy shorts to try and see the
famously large Welling prick. There, lolling against equally flimsy white
briefs, he could make out a large ball and the head of a fat prick. Moving
his gaze across to Adam, his eyes drifted up skinny jeans and a button up,
short sleeved shirt. The young guy was surprisingly toned for a slim lad and
Paul knew what this might mean. A skinny, tight arse with muscled receptive
cheeks that tucked in to the body enough to see heavy balls and a long prick
hand down. Bliss.

Chad and Ian sat next to each other, both with long, long frames packed with
interesting knotted muscle. Chad's shoulders were broader and his choice of
T-shirt accentuated his chest. Ian's looser fitted shirt was made up for by
tight jeans, a tight hung package and when he moved over to reach for a
glass of water, a beautiful rounded arse that Paul desperately wanted to
pound.

"Paul and I have been chosen, and this is between ourselves, to officiate
this competition as we are two of the nominated 'Best Tops'. Kinda like a
special treat. Our fellow nominees can't take part for various reasons but
we will get to that. Depending on how this works, the winner will not only
get points and an award but will help judge the 'Best Top' Category. In
terms you buckets will understand, your going to get gang-fucked by those
four nominees"

An audible babble of ecstatic contentment at the though of servicing Chris,
Paul and two other studs erupted around the bar.

"However, you going to have to beat each other to it. We have three rounds
of arse-filling action that Jared Padalecki helped us test this morning.
Each round tests you as a bottom, the first looks at how well you know your
own arse. So boys, get your clothes off and hitch up your legs. It's time to
watch you finger fuck yourselves"
Chris and Paul watched with steely gazes as the nominees striped off. Tom's
shorts and underwear came down quickly, his huge prick swaying and spraying.
Tom was obviously up for showing his talents. He hitched up his legs as
instructed, spreading his hole and he rested one finger in front of his
naked ring, smiling directly at Paul.

Chad instead turned his back on the judges taking his trousers and grey A
and E boxers down around his ankles. He put his knees up on his chair and
positioned his hand below himself, sitting down. The boy was gonna ride his
pinkies.

Ian was already licking his fingers and running them around his hole before
Chris or Paul could notice. He, like Tom, had rested back in his chair with
his legs up and was ready to begin.

Finally, Adam was standing against the wall, one arm out, naked. His jeans
were only pulled down a little but enough for everyone to see his tight,
tight arse and his coke can like prick swinging below. "It'll stop me from
playing with my prick if I stand like this" Adam explained waiting for the
off.

"Right lads, the deal is no one cums. Anyone cums and they lose, the others
go straight through to round two. The person who has four fingers and a
thumb up him first is safely through. But, if you get their first, you gotta
wait for the others to try catching up so you could be filled with fingers
for a while. You can touch your dick if you want. Just don't blow. Pre-cum
is safe. GO!"

At the sound of his commanding voice the boys began to work. From his
standing position Adam Brody bent his knees a little and positioned his
middle finger at this hole. With a light stabbing movement the tip slid in
and then stopped. Adam's butt muscles pushed back against the invading
finger before relenting against the pressure, popped and let the finger in.
Adam let out a satisfied little moan and rested against the bottom of his
now hidden finger.

Meanwhile, Ian Somerhalder was slowly rotating three fingers around his
ring. With each circle the hole opened and closed, getting looser and
looser. Using this method he began to jab at his hole and finally all three
disappeared together. Ian threw his head back as they impacted inside him
letting out a dirty "Fuck" that made Paul turn and fixate on his finger
crammed cunt hole.

Paul turned his attention to Chad next to him who was slowly bouncing his
tight arse on two fingers, pointing directly up into his sphincter. His
prick was fully hard and occasionally rubbed against the chair leather. Chad
moved his last two fingers underneath and in a swift movement had them up
his hole letting out a prolonged groan. He then moved his knees of the chair
and put his legs either side and rested on his hand. Working his ring piece
open some more with his thumb he found a small area of space and it slid up
inside him. Paul Walker moved over to his chair and looked closely at Chad's
arsehole, widened considerably by his entire hand. Now all Chad had to do
was sit their and not shoot.

Chris Evans had now moved his chair very close to Tom's, staring in
captivated lust at the performance Tom was giving him. The Smallville hunk's
legs were hitched up but wide apart. Chris's own legs were either side of
Tom's chair and Tom's feet rested on Chris's own. Down below Tom was fisting
himself with four fingers and using his thumb to pull his balls up and down,
making the fat nuts descend and pull down his big, fat cock. "I just want
you to know", Tom whispered to Chris, "my cunt is twitching for your meat
and when I push my fat thumb up to meet the rest of my fingers I'll be
imagining it's your quivering prick breaking my hole in two". With that, the
thumb went in, Tom pushing down to meet it and swearing hard into Chris's
face. In between Chris's legs his dick was harder than it had ever been,
filled to bursting at the sight and sound of Tom Welling losing his digits
in his dark, wet hole and promising him a fuck.

The race was on now between Adam and Ian, unless Tom or Chad blew. Adam's
hole was now filled with four fingers, reached around from the front to his
naked back. Paul loved the sight of him standing there, his body buckling
around his chute, his other arm pulsating with muscle keeping him upright.
But then all eyes were on Ian.
is breathing was laboured and his eyes dilated. He was pulling the fingers
out and shoving them back up hard, and using his other hand to pound on his
dick. "I don't care guys. I just want to cum so badly. I've never been this
wide open before" and without removing his stare from the crowd he blew a
load that coated his chin and broad chest. Ian moved his hand out of his
hole and smeared the cum up on his chin, licking at arse juice and cock
cream all at once. Ian was out.

Ian had left a few moments earlier as Chris outlined the next challenge.

"A bottom not only knows himself but can accommodate something big up his
tiny hole. The three of you now need to take three different sizes of
object. If you cum, you loose, which is hard considering you've just
near-fisted yourselves. If you can't take something, you're out as well.
Paul, show are competitors what they will be riding"

Paul moved to the snooker table and held up a long snooker cue, wanking the
fat end with one hand. He then produced a large black dildo, twelve inches
by five which he smiling placed on the table by the cue. Finally, he stood
next to Chris and unzipped bother their jeans with both hands letting their
dicks fall out, both hard and rubbed them together. "Both of these at once"
he purred.

Adam was straight up and over to the guys. Reaching out his grabbed both
dicks and lightly wanked them. "I'll be having these, please" he explained.

Chad moved over to the table and picked up the snooker cue handing Tom the
dildo. "Good luck" he offered to his rivals.

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Adam Brody lay on his stomach over the snooker table, holding open his hole,
his left hand on his left cheek, his right holding the other. His tight,
pink ring, which had closed up after his frantic finger pounding, opened and
closed with twitching excitement. Chris Evan's huge dick end rested on the
opening and Adam sighed at the heat, twitched again with pleasure and
engulfed a fraction of the mammoth bell end.

Meanwhile, Paul Walker was standing next to Tom Welling who lay on the table
next to Adam trying to feed the huge black dildo up his finger stretched
butt. Paul stared at Tom, his naked skin a few centimetres from Tom's legs.
"I've got something that might help" he suggested to Tom who responded with
a nod.
From under the snooker table Paul produced a workbench clamp. Placing
against the surface he fixed it in place and then reached out for the big,
black dildo. Pointing it upwards inside the clamp he wound it shut. "Ride
it" he suggested again. Tom stood up on the table and turned around so his
back was from Paul. He reached down to the plastic dick below and squatted.

"Do I get extra credit if I just sit down on this in one motion?" Tom
enquired of the leering Paul Walker.

"Definite . . . " Paul began to hoarsely whispered back.

Without waiting for Paul to Finish, Tom sat down. The huge dildo briefly
took his bulk before the dirty Smallville hunk fell further, his arsehole
shuddering and consuming it's girth and length. He now rested, sitting on
the clamp and full of five inch girth.

"Oh god, that feels so fucking good, so good. Fuck, right against my cunting
bud, man" Tom let out all at once writhing on the huge prick. "Can you see,
Paul? It's gone right up inside my pussy." He began to bounce a little
letting an inch slip out for Paul to watch.

Paul stared, feeling his prick spew a little juice. "Fuck . . . ." he
murmured.

Over by the chairs, Chad was working his hole against the snooker cue. His
left hand was splayed around his hole, fingers like a fan to hold it open.
The right was jabbing at it but it wasn't going in. The cue's fat end was
just so big. Bringing the cue to his mouth, he licked at it. His cute, pouty
lips made easy work of it, slathering it with saliva. He placed it back at
his hole which became slick and shiny. "Paul . . . ." he called out. "Is it
against the rules to get a little help?"

"Depends on the help", he answered moving his gaze from Tom riding the
dildo, up high on the snooker table.

"I think you'll be happy to assist", he said placing the cue aside him and
flipping onto all fours. "Fuck my arse hole. A nice big prick like yours
will loosen me right up"

"Don't take to long", Chris called over, his dick now buried inside Adam
who's face registered pain at the large prick inside him, "I need you to be
inside Adam with me as soon as possible"

Paul nodded and walked to Chad. He knelt for a second and spat at Chad's
hole making the One Tree Hill stud moan. Paul's prick slid up with little
trouble and he rested for a few seconds to feel the warmth of Chad's fuck
chute and to stare lovingly at his own meat sticking out of this beautiful
fuckers arse.

"Work it left and right. Really bust my hole open, Paul" Chad begged as Paul
started to thrust inside.

Paul obeyed, holding Chad's left leg with both hands and aiming right to
give him maximum friction. This boys pussy was so warm and Paul felt in
danger of loosing a huge wad up him there and then. He switched to the left
making Chad howl and then swear, his rhythm steady but his movement hard.

For a second the room was free from chatter. All you could hear was the
sound of Paul's thighs slap against Chad's butt, the intense breathing from
Chad's mouth. The sound of the snooker table shaking a little as Tom Welling
descended on the twelve inch plastic, the squelch of Tom's insides at the
progressively wet dildo. And the struggling breath's of Adam, trying to find
a pause against Chris Evan's mammoth prick, throttling his cute boy pussy.

Chris broke the building cacophony of filthy sounds. "Paul, vacate that cunt
and enter this prime little slut's tight back end" he ordered.

Paul pulled out of Chad, grabbing the cue and without warning pushing it up
Chad's hole. Chad Michael Murray swore, "You fuck, Jesus that stings". But
managed to keep the cue inside, holding onto the chair with two hands and
bracing against the diminishing pain and the building anal pleasure.

Chris watched Paul approach, his cock slick with Chad arse juice and picked
up Adam, turned and laid back. Adam was now on top of the beautiful, lightly
haired chest of Chris, facing upwards and still impaled on his prick. Chris
grabbed each leg and pulled the right back so Adam's feet were on his own
shoulders. Paul clambered onto the table and looked at Adam's face. His eyes
were screwed closed, his mouth open and gasping. "Oh man, I'm gonna enjoy
busting this little slut wide apart" Paul said.

He was above Adam now, ready to sandwich him between himself and Chris. He
lay on top keeping his dick away from his hole and placed his mouth onto
Chris's, slipping his tongue inside. The two shared a long, wet kiss. Paul
felt Adam quivering below and then rested his head on Adam's chest, feeling
it's sporadic shudders.

"Take this, you fucking little bitch" His prick head was at Adam's hole and
he moved forwards. From beside him, Chad appeared and lay down, the fat cue
end still protruding from his hole. "Every time you go up inside Adam, I'll
shove this up my hole" He promised and watched as Paul worked his prick
against Adam's cock stuffed pussy.

A few inches passed inside. Adam cried out. Chris felt Paul's prick warm
against his, mixed with fresh, cold air that made it's way in as the hole
got stretched. Chad worked the cue in a few inches, his prick bouncing up
and down with the bud of pure pleasure. Paul continued his forward motion.
"Please . . . oh fuck . . .it's too much . . .oh fuck . . ." Adam moaned.

Paul loved the sound of him begging and the filth filled him driving him
forward and finally he was fully inside him. "Oh Chris I can feel your dick
on the underside of my prick and his pussy on the top"

Chris and Paul began to thrust in time, all the time Adam was howling. "Oh,
that's it, Oh fuck, that's it, I'm coming apart. Oh fuck, you fucking cunts,
you fucking bastard cunt, fuck my hole, fuck it harder, fill me with your
creamy spooge, I wanna bleed all over you fuckers, rip my hole apart"

Beside them Chad was now moving the huge cue end in and out of his arse. The
soles of his feet were together, forcing his legs into a diamond shape and
giving prime access to some hard, serious pounding. His hole was a mess
around the end, splayed out and raw.

"I'm going to blow, I'm going to cum" Adam began to chant over and over.
Paul and Chris both felt him go, his cunt contracting around them. It hurt a
little as the pressure of a huge cum load ripped out of Adam's slim dick,
spitting all over his body and Paul's.

"I think . . . ." Paul began, "I think . . . that's . . . .you . . .
.fucked"

Tom and Chad sat side by side exhausted and seriously off their boxes with
deep rooted filth running through their hard bodies and heads. Their hands
were running over each other, their lips together. Paul and Chris sat across
from them, wiping Adam Brody's arse juice's off their shafts and
concentrating on not moving over to the two young studs making out in front
of them and fucking them senseless.

"Guys," Chris announced, "One more round. One of you is gonna win this. Adam
tried to take on too much and you both knew how to impress. But now, it's a
straight forward race of sorts"

He stood, moved around the table and picked up two objects, placing them in
front of Chad and Tom. They looked at them, each other and back to Chris.
The objects were two traffic cones.

"No way!" Tom exclaimed.

"Yep", Paul answered. "You guys, need to position your raw little arseholes
above a cone. Let's see who can get the furthest down. Obviously it's a cone
so every movement down will be a wider. No cumming. Oh fuck, I'm so up for
this"

Both bucket studs moved over and worked the tip of the cone into their
holes. The plastic felt warm.

"On your marks. Bust your cunts" Chris ordered.

Chad was the first to move down on the cone. Paul had decided to sit on the
floor by him and to watch closely. Chris sat with Tom. "Whatever happens
Tom, I'm gonna make you my pussy boy real soon" He whispered.

Tom moved downwards his hole expanding. He felt four inches of plastic
inside him before he had to stop, his hole so stretched by the
circumference. Chad meanwhile was a quarter of the way down, breathing hard
with a hugely expanded ring. "Fuck Paul, I've never had anything this
fucking big up my hole before"

"I can't do this anymore. I've had my hand, a huge dildo and now fuck loads
of girth up me. Chris, wrap your lips around my ring, I'm gonna cum a fuck
load" He stood up, his hole still wide and Chris grabbed his legs, letting
Tom sit down, his face lost in open arse. Tom worked hard against him,
wanking his long, fat meat and then felt an enormous rush of juice. The cum
exploded like a fountain and rained over on Chad and Paul.
"You've won", Paul advised him. "You can get up"
"I could", Chad answered dropping further down so that he could rest his
knees on the ground. "but I reckon you could suck my dick whilst I ride this
and that would be so much better"
Paul did not wait taking Chad's enormous swollen bell end in his mouth. Chad
bounded up and down on the cone, half ingested by fuck chute. The cum load
was powerful and thick, making Paul choke and spit up a load that slipped
down his chin. Chad moaned and fell forward, the cone coming out and he
landed on Paul, contented and a winner.