[Featuring Freddie Prinze Jr. and Matthew Lillard]
This might be rude, but there are some people that just deserved to be fucked, fucked hard and put away wet. Living in Hollywood, I'm surrounded by them. They are the stars you see on TV and on the movie screen, the guys with big egos and laughably small talents, but with a stylist to pick out their clothes and make sure that their hair is perfect 24 hours a day, a dietician to tell them what to eat and a personal trainer to tone and firm their bodies to perfection.
For most of us mere mortals we can only look upon them with longing, knowing that we'll get no closer to them than on our television screens or read about them in magazines like People and GQ. But all of that is different for me now, now that I have the Power.
If you've been following my story you may have wondered how I've managed to get guys like Paul Walker or Dean Cain to perform for me. Well, today is your lucky day, because I'm going to tell you my Big Secret. There's just one catch - you're either going to laugh your head off or not believe me or, worse, both. I don't care if you believe me or not, it doesn't matter because in the end, I am the one with the Power and the Secret and the Glory of having all these men and more.
You may have heard that a big-screen version of Scooby Doo will be reaching theaters this summer. This project had been kicking around town for years, but luckily nothing had ever come of it. When a deal was finally put together last year I was horrified. Scooby had been one of the cartoons my uncle had worked on back in the 70's and I could never imagine Hollywood pulling off a successful live-action remake.
When word leaked out about the casting of the lead roles, my worst fears were confirmed. It was to be a "summer blockbuster" featuring Matthew Lillard of Scream fame as Shaggy and Freddie Prinze Jr. of countless generic teen movies as Fred. Between the two of them, these guys had made more crappy movies than almost any other pair of actors on the planet. They'd even starred together in such forgettable flicks as Summer Catch and Wing Commander and now they were going to take the leads in Scooby Doo?
But who else could play the roles of Fred and Shaggy? Would Matt Damon have made a better Fred? Or maybe Ryan Phillippe? Could Brad Pitt pull off the role of Shaggy? I quickly realized that it didn't really matter who was cast in this movie it was bound to be a stinker. There are some things you just don't mess with and Scooby Doo was one of them. Two-bit stars like Freddie Prinze Jr and Matthew Lillard on the other hand, they were prime candidates for being messed with.
Remember what I said earlier about there being some people that just deserved to be fucked, fucked hard and put away wet? Well, these two suddenly made it to the top of my list, and it was going to be such sweet revenge for my uncle and all those who helped create those classic cartoons. You see, the source of all my Powers and my Big Secret can be found by watching Scooby Doo. Yes, through Scooby Doo all will be revealed.
I'd arranged to get myself hired on as an Expert Consultant in all things Scooby to advise the stars and producers. I avoided the set as much as possible, knowing that anything I saw would only make me angry at what they were doing to this classic cartoon. When the production finally wrapped, I arranged to provide additional "Scooby Training" to the two leads so that they would be prepared for the subsequent press junket to promote the movie.
During filming, I'd teased them with small samples from my uncle's collection of rare Scooby memorabilia and promised them more at a private showing at my home. When they arrived, I escorted them to the large basement that I'd converted into a modest museum to display Uncle Buddy's best pieces. Matt and Freddie laughed at all the crazy stuff my uncle had collected over the years. He'd known nearly everyone in the industry so he had things from all the old shows like HR Puff n Stuff, Speed Racer, Hong Kong Fuey and even the Justice League.
But it was my collection of Scooby items that they most wanted to see, and that I most wanted to show them. In fact there was one particular item I wanted them to get a very close look at. There was a very special piece, in fact, from a particular episode that would change their lives.
Everyone assumes that cartoons are pure fantasy and have nothing to do with reality, but must stories and legends have a basis in reality. Writers use things from real life all the time. And the writer of the Ghost Clown episode of Scooby Doo did just that. I brought the two actors to the small display case at the back of the room and pointed to the precious object it held.
"This is the Coin of Gold from the Ghost Clown episode," I explained, pointing to the glistening, intricately carved gold coin encased in the glass cabinet.
"You mean it's real?" they said, almost in unison.
I nodded my head and reached into the case to remove the large round coin that was suspended on a thin gold chain. "It was discovered in an ancient ruin deep in the forests of central Mexico," I said, holding it up so the light hit it just right, glistening off the shiny surface. "Some say it's Incan while others believe it is from a civilization far earlier than anyone can imagine."
"Wow!" the both said, acting as stupid as the characters they portrayed in the movie. They were in awe. As they stared at it I spoke the words just as they had been said in the original episode, "Watch the pretty coin of gold and you shall do as you are told!"
Within an instant they were both in a deep trance. "Your will is mine to control with a word. You'll do as I say when I say, 'bluebird.'"
"Yes," Freddie and Matt mumbled.
"You will call me 'Master' and do as I require or suffer a consequence quite dire."
"Yes, Master."
I now had them programmed and they were completely under my control. After a few test commands to do things like touch their noses and take their shoes off and put them back on, I was sure that everything was perfect. Having spent the last three months with these two on the set, I was more than ready to get the show on the road.
"Your master has an assignment for you. Somewhere in this house you will find a small bag with special gifts for each of you. Matthew your bag is bright blue, and Freddie your bag is shiny silver. You can look in any room in the house to find your special prize, but for every room that you search and do not find your prize you will receive a punishment." They looked at me quizingly, tilting their heads as if their brains couldn't take in all the details.
"But to help you with your search, I will give you all the snooping skills of Scooby Doo. You are to strip off all your clothing and get down on all fours, just like the dogs that you are!" Obeying my command, the two quickly stripped themselves of their clothes and knelt down on the floor. Matthew even started panting like a dog for me!
"Now go find your prizes!"
The two dimwits bound up the stairs and began their search. It was comical to watch them running around like puppy dogs looking for a lost bone, plus it gave me ample opportunity to check out their lean bodies and inviting assholes. When they finally found the bags, I had them go back with me to the museum in the basement and stand in the center of the room.
"Matthew, how many rooms did you have to search?"
"Nine, Master."
"Freddie, I want you to spank Matthew nine times."
"Yes, sir." Standing at Lillard's side, he placed one hand on his co-star's shoulder and then raised his other preparing for the first slap on the man's bare ass. In quick order all nine slaps were applied, leaving a bright red mark.
"Freddie, how many extra rooms did you have to search?"
"Uh, twelve, Master."
Smiling, Matthew asked if he could spank Freddie. There was a definite naughty- boy streak to this one that I was really beginning to enjoy. I gave Matt my permission and watched with pleasure as Freddie danced around the floor with each of Matt's strong blows against his white ass.
After my little game, I had them stand before me so that I could get another good look at their bodies. Matthew was taller and more muscular compared to the still skinny Freddie. Prinze had worked out for years, but could not overcome the limitations of his very lean frame. Both were nearly hairless, with Lillard having a more pronounced bush around his cock, though with his hair dyed blonde for the movie, Freddie's trimmed dark pubic hair and shaved balls stood out more.
"Open your gifts and see what's in them," I instructed them, pointing towards the side table.
They walked over to the large oak table and dumped the contents. Out spilled various lubes, oils and sex toys. As they checked out the items, they laughed and scratched their heads, not sure what many of the items were. I instructed Freddie to take one of the bottles of oil and pour some into his hand. "Now rub it on Matthew's chest," I commanded. The two giggled as Freddie worked the oil around his partner's nipples.
"Lower," I barked, then repeated, "lower!" until he reached Matthew's bush.
"Now take him in your hand."
"What?!" Freddie declared.
"Do as I command and take him in your hand!"
I had learned over the years that the coin had it's strongest effect when commands were given in the form of a rhyme. Whenever a subject hesitated, he could usually be convinced to accept nearly any order if it were given this way.
"Yes, Master," he said in a low, quiet tone.
"Stroke him long and steady to get him hard and ready."
They stood there in front of me, facing each other and looking down as Freddie stroked Matthew's growing cock. At full length it appeared to be just as skinny as he was and about 7 or 8 inches long with a large, mushroom-like head.
Handing the bottle of oil to Matthew I ordered him to do the same to Freddie. It only took a few minutes for Prinze to get fully hard. His cock was shorter than Matt's but much thicker with a pair of large balls tucked high and tight between his skinny legs.
I ordered them to lay on the floor and assume a 69 position. When I commanded them to suck each other off, they were reluctant at first, but finally gave into my demands. Freddie started by sucking in just the fat head of Matt's otherwise skinny cock, but then slowly worked more of it into his mouth. Matthew on the other hand took a while to get used to Freddie's thick member. He choked on it several times before getting used it the size of it and building up a good rhythm.
Slowly I began a simple progression command, "I will count down from ten and when I reach one you will come," I instructed them. It was like the launching of the space shuttle or the dropping of the New Year's ball in Times Square as I slowly worked my way down, "10, 9, 8..." As each number ticked off I let the pauses between the numbers grow, "7, 6..." I could tell they were getting dangerously close, "5... 4..." They wouldn't be able to hold back much longer, "3..." The number lingered in the air as the two men struggled to control the seed building in their balls.
"Take as much into your mouth as you can," I commanded before continuing... "2..." The anticipation was almost too much to bare, the thought of them tasting another man's seed for the first time excited me, the saltiness of it, the burning tang of spunk was about to spill across their tongues and down their throats and I was there to witness the event, to control it and make it my own...
"1!" I cried out.
Their bodies spasmed as they came and simultaneously tasted the other's jism exploding in their mouths. "Swallow it, swallow it!" I barked at them.
I let them lay on the floor and recuperate for a short time before giving them their next orders. As they sat up, I noticed a glob of cum on Freddie's chin and I ordered Matthew to lick it off.
Reaching over to the table I handed them each a small dildo and a bottle of lube. "Time for round two," I informed them. "You're going to learn how to take it like a man and then fuck each other until you come again."
They sat on the cold concrete floor and worked the dildo's up their asses, grimacing with each thrust in and out. As they loosened up, I gave them commands to go slower or faster, deeper or harder. I even had them sit facing one another and work each other's dildos.
"Stand up, Matthew," I commanded, "and Freddie you kneel in front of him and suck him off while you keep working that dildo in your ass." It was a pleasure to watch Freddie Prinze Jr., the star of so many of the worst movies of the past five or six years on his knees sucking on that long prick of Matthew's. When he had it good and hard, I ordered Freddie to stand up and turn around.
"Now take out his dildo and fuck him, Matt!" I barked.
Over the coarse of the evening and well into the night I had the two take turns fucking and sucking each other off until they could come no more. They did it standing up, and in a chair and up the stairs, even on the roof of Freddie's Porshe in the driveway. In the end, they collapsed on the couch, their bodies sore and red from so much exertion. I let them shower and rest until lunchtime the next day when I sent them on their way home. As they exited I gave them my final command:
"What happened here you will not recall, not a thing, nothing at all. The Coin of Gold has spoken so that my spell over you will go unbroken. Come back when you hear your Master's word, and your will shall be transferred."
I polished up the Coin of Gold and put it back in its case, satisfied that I'd had my revenge on those that thought they could ever improve on a classic like Scooby Doo. Now I could look forward to going to the theater and knowing that every time I saw these two on screen I could remember them fucking like a pair of dogs in heat, covered in their own sweat and semen. Scooby-dooby-doo indeed!
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