[Featuring Tom Welling]
Have you ever noticed that when you get bored you do some really crazy things? Take the other night for instance, it was a rainy Tuesday and there was nothing to do. I flipped on the television and zapped through about 150 channels in the space of 30 seconds. Not a thing on until I came across a new show on the WB. What's this? Smallville? And who's the hunky leading man? Jumping on the computer, I quickly dug up the facts on the show, and more importantly on the star of the program, Tom Welling.
My mind started racing. A hot new Clark Kent with that great smooth chest and strong arms and that mop of wavy brown hair, and those lips, god this guy's mouth was hot. And those eyes – he's standing there not saying a word, but behind those piercing green eyes is a man who knows more than he's telling. What I wouldn't give to see that body in action.
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It took a few days to make the arrangements, but finally I had an appointment to see this new stud. They were out on location at a farm about 2 hours drive from the city. This was the final shoot before wrapping for the season, so it would be my best opportunity to catch him. There were several members of the crew that were on my "contacts" list and I used them to quietly make arrangements so that Tom and I wouldn't be disturbed. He'd been told that my agency was interested in him for a small but important role in a feature film that would start shooting in a month, but what I'd really come there to do was turn him into my latest conquest.
They were running late, but things broke around 8pm. The weather was holding out after a long rainy period and it had turned into a pleasant evening. I was waiting in the barn when he walked in. He was wearing his casual jeans, t-shirt and jacket getup from the shoot, looking like a wholesome country boy, the kind any momma would be proud of. As he walked towards me, he ran his fingers through his hair and his stance seemed to change as he dropped the Clark act and let his own true personality shine through. In the space of a few steps he went from country bumpkin to rugged sex machine. God was he hot.
"Hello, Tom," I said confidently extending my hand despite my nervous excitement.
"Hey, you must be Mr. Potter," he replied as he shook my hand and offered me a tired smile. I could tell it had been a long day and despite the important movie offer I was here to talk to him about, it was clear that he'd just as soon be crashing somewhere. People think being a "star" and working in TV is a dream job, but in fact it's grueling work with long days low pay for rising new talent like Welling.
"Please, call me Adam," I reply. It always sounded funny when people called me Mr. Potter. I was only a few years older than Tom, but in a town like Hollywood the more power people thought you had the more respect you got. And power was what I was after, power over Tom in the most complete way possible. With the right methods, he'd soon be calling me Master and obediently following my every command.
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To put him at ease, I began talking about the movie deal. It was a project from a very private A-list director who was looking for a new face to join a cast of seasoned actors. I told him that the details were hush-hush, but I could share a few details with him if he promised to not to share the information with anyone.
The bait worked perfectly, feeding into his growing ego as a young actor on a hot new TV show. When he asked me if it was Woody Allen or Roman Polanski, I only smiled and said I couldn't say. But there was one detail about the movie that I could share with him.
"I want to show you something," I said coyly, as I slipped the gold coin from my pocket and held it by the chain in front of him.
"Was it is?" he asked, naively.
"It's a prop for the movie. You see the story revolves around a group of adventurers looking for a legendary Incan treasure. It is said to have magical powers. You only need to look into the coin and you begin to feel relaxed…"
"Yeah, sounds like a bad Indiana Jones knockoff," he said doubting my made up plot.
"Just relax, watch the coin and you'll see how powerful it is." He was clearly tired and was quickly falling into my trap. "Focus on the gold coin, follow it with your eyes. See how it shimmers and sparkles. It makes you feel good. Follow the coin, follow the coin… follow the coin of gold and you shall do as you are told."
He was fully in trance mode now. It was time to begin his programming. "You are an actor and I am your Master. You will obey my commands and each of my demands. I am your Master and you are my slave, your will is mine to control and my approval you will greatly crave. Do as you are told and obey the coin of gold."
His eyes were closed and his body was swaying as he stood there deeply in the trance.
"Who is your Master?" I asked him.
"You are my Master," he said in a low, quiet voice.
"And who do you obey?"
"You sir," he repeated.
It was time to test him and begin his training. "Remove your jacket," I commanded. He slipped the heavy tan coat off his shoulders and let it drop to the ground.
"You are tired, aren't you, Tom?" He replied yes. "You're so tired, but your body aches, doesn't it, Tom?" Again he replied yes. "It aches for release. You're all alone and your body needs attention, it needs to feel your touch, doesn't it?" He only moaned.
He was standing there in the middle of the barn, his eyes closed, still deeply in the trance. His hands began to move, first the left gently stroking his leg while the right move up to his chest.
"Yes, that's it, give in to the need, and let yourself be satisfied. It feels good to touch yourself, touch your firm body." His grasped his nipple through his t-shirt and began to rub it between the folds of the faded cotton fabric. His other hand moved closer to his crotch and stroked up and down in slow, deliberate movements.
I continued my suggestions of encouragement. Within a few minutes the t-shirt had come off and he had loosened his belt and stuck his hand down his pants. Quietly, I walked around him and admired his amazing body. He was a tall 6'2" and well proportioned, without being overly muscular. His chest was shaved smooth, though there were several small moles on his right pec. As he stroked and stretched his body, the detailed cut lines of his abs were evident. I was getting hard just looking at him.
"Let your pants down," I instructed. With a quick tug, they were around his ankles. He put both his hands around the growing bulge in his tighty-whities and worked it aggressively. As much as I wanted to see the full detail of what was behind that bulge, I knew that that pleasure should be saved for another day.
"You want release, you're so close, so very close…"
His whole body spasmed when he came and he cried out, pulling his head back. A sticky wet patch erupted on the front of his shorts as his strokes turned into a frenzy before finally halting with the last few tugs on his swollen cock. Exhausted, he hung his head down and breathed heavily.
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