[Featuring Tom Welling, Michael Rosenbaum, and Eric Johnson - from 'Smallville')]
"Come on in guys, the beer's in the frig." Tom invited his two cast-mates, Michael Rosenbaum and Eric Johnson, into his apartment. He'd moved into the new digs after getting the job on Smallville. It was a modest, but well appointed place that he had furnished with a clean, contemporary feel. He couldn't afford a big place on the limited pay he was getting for the first season, but he'd chosen an out of the way location in a well-established neighborhood where his privacy would be assured.
Tom handed out the beer and the three guys plopped on the leather sofa that dominated the living room. They each took a healthy gulp of the cold brew and relaxed, laughing about their antics on the basketball court.
"Sounds like you can't shoot worth a darn, Tom."
"Huh, what, who said that?" Tom looked around his apartment.
I walked out from the back room and sat down in the side chair across from the couch, facing the three television stars.
Michael spoke up, "Hey, Tom, aren't you going to introduce us?"
"This is, um, uh…" his voice trailed off as he struggled for a way to explain who I was.
"I am your Master, your will is mine to control. You have no choice but to obey me. That is your purpose, that is your role."
"Yes, Master," Eric replied.
"Yes, Master," Michael repeated.
Tom stared in amazement at his two cast mates before looking back over at me and speaking the same words, "yes, Master."
It had been more than two months now since I had started training Tom in his new lifestyle, but I had also taken on a little side endeavor with Rosenbaum and Johnson. They had been an entertaining diversion, eagerly accepting my commands. While my work with Tom was focused on longer-term goals, these two served my more immediate needs. Now that I had the three of them together, I could combine my desires for sexual gratification with Tom's need for further education.
"You're hot and sweaty, aren't you guys?"
"Yeah," they laughed, "Tom does kinda stink," Michael added.
"You need a shower, don't you Tom?"
"Man, a hot shower would be good," he answered.
"But don't forget about your guests, you should all shower together and get cleaned up."
Eric and Michael put down their half-empty beers and followed Tom into the bedroom.
"You will act as if I am not even here, just do as you would naturally in the privacy of your own home. You are alone but you are together," I instructed.
The three resumed their conversation about their adventures on the basketball court, and the small cluster of people that had formed to watch the mini-celebrities' antics on the court. All the while, they undressed themselves, stripping off their sweat-stained clothes and tossing the unneeded garments casually about the floor until finally they stood there naked.
"Come on guys, let's hit the shower!" Tom motioned for his companions to follow him into the bathroom. He stepped into the small shower first and started up the spray. When the water was warm enough he invited Michael and Eric to join him.
"Jeez, Tommy-boy you call this hot?" Michael joked as his body reacted to the first splash of water on his pale skin.
They danced around the shower, taking turns soaking under the warm spray. In the tight confines their bodies brushed against each other with their arms and legs intermingling, and leaned against each other to maintain their balances. They laughed and splashed each other, enjoying the freedom they had been given.
"Soap each other up," I quietly commanded from the bathroom doorway.
Being closest to the soap dish, Eric grabbed the bar and lathered it up with a washcloth. He started by working the cloth in slow swirls around Tom's chest and down his forearms. While he was working on Tom, he handed the bar of soap to Michael who started working on Eric's back.
"Clean your friend's body as you would your own," I suggested.
The three continued their work, thoroughly scrubbing each other. Hands moved across stomachs and down legs and around tight buttocks, all in a blur. Michael was the first to venture into delicate territory, using the washcloth to clean Tom's cock and balls. Tom watched cautiously as his cast mate worked up a soapy lather around his genitals. Eventually, the cloth was tossed aside and Michael wrapped his hand around Tom's cock, working it in slow downward pulls.
"Pleasure each other as you would yourself."
It was interesting to watch them stroke each other off. Eric concentrated on the head of Michael's cock with quick twisting motions, while Mike preferred slower strokes on the underside of Tom's hardening dick. Tom was the most hesitant of the three, though he seemed to enjoy playing with Eric's large, hairy balls. Within a few minutes all three were full hard and breathing heavily. Again leading the way, Michael was the first to offer a kiss. He moved towards Tom, who pulled back, so instead he offered his mouth to the more eager Eric. The two shared a passionate open-mouthed kiss as Tom looked on. While Michael's right had was working on Tom's erection, his left playfully teased Eric's nipples. As the kiss intensified, the two men moved into an embrace and Tom was left as an observer. Letting go of Eric's cock, he began to stroke his own meat.
"You should pleasure them, Tom. Show them what you've learned."
Tom stared down at the men's erections that were pressed between their intertwined bodies. Michael broke off the kiss and looked over suggestively at Tom, then back at Eric.
"Come on Tom, suck it." Michael pleaded.
"Yeah, buddy, help us out here," Eric added.
"I, I don't know, I've never…" Tom stumbled on his words and scratched his head.
He looked down at their erections, then back to their faces several times before reaching out and a cupping first one cock then the other in his hand and giving each a few gentle strokes. You could see the confusion and uncertainty on his face as he considered what to do. Finally, he knelt down in front of Eric and Michael, still holding their hard dicks in his hands. He stroked Eric's and studied it, trying to judge the size of it and looked down to compare it to his own hard-on, before moving over the Michael's stiff dick. Eric's cock was thick, but somewhat short with a sharply pointed head with a distinct upward bend about half way up the shaft. Michael's was longer but thinner than Eric's and stood straight out.
Choosing from the two, Tom started with Michael's, hesitantly flicking his tongue on the underside of the head of the proud, hard dick. Slowly, he worked the head into his mouth and took in his first full taste of another man. As he worked up a rhythm, he swallowed more and more of the long shaft. Michael leaned against the back wall of the shower and moaned approvingly. Next, Tom moved over to Eric's cock and more confidently swallowed as much of it as he could in one gulp. Tom had the two men pinned against the back wall of the shower and moved quickly back and forth between the hard shafts.
"What pleasures you, pleasures them," I instructed.
Tom was taking to his new task with gusto. He licked their balls and took them into his mouth and used his tongue to tease their swollen members. As his actions became more aggressive, Eric and Michael began to moan noticeably. Both were near the edge as Tom took turns jerking one off while he sucked on the other's cock. Eric was the first to shoot, crying out as his load splashed across Tom's face. A few seconds later, Michael grabbed his cock and pulled it out of Tom's mouth before shooting a stream of jizz high into the air above Tom's head. Exhausted, the two friends collapsed into each other's arms while Tom looked up happily at their faces.
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"Hey, Eric, I think Tommy-boy here needs our help."
Michael and Eric dragged Tom out of the shower and toweled him off, paying special attention to his still unsatisfied erection. After quickly toweling themselves off, they dragged him into the bedroom and sat him down in an old armchair tucked in the corner of the small room. Kneeling in front of him, Michael and Eric began by gently stroking his legs and playfully batting his hard-on between them. Then, without warning, Michael grabbed Tom's cock and swallowed it whole.
Overwhelmed by the sudden pleasurable feelings of having Michael's mouth wrapped around his cock, Tom pushed back and grasped the arms of the chair with his hands. Slowly, as a smooth rhythm was established, he relaxed and let out a pleasurable sigh.
Just as Tom was beginning to relax, Eric moved in and took over. His technique was slower and more deliberate, focusing on teasing Tom's cock with his tongue. The two took turns working on the hard throbbing dick until Tom could take no more and blew his load across their faces. Exhausted, Tom finally collapsed in the chair.
"Looks like we wore him out, Eric, buddy," Michael said, with a broad grin on his face. "Don't worry, Tommy-boy, you just sit back and relax and let us show you how it's done."
Standing up, Tom's costars moved over to the bed and started to make out. Within moments they were hard again. They touched each other eagerly and kissed with great passion. Breaking their embrace, Michael asked, "So where do you think he keeps it, eh, Eric?"
"Check the drawer in the bedside table," Eric suggested.
Opening the drawer, Michael reached in and found what he was looking for, a small bottle of lube. "Bingo! Buddy, it looks like you and I are gonna have some fun!"
Michael pushed his partner down on the bed and lifted his legs up. Bending down, he began to work on Eric's hole. He lapped at it with his tongue, then, with a dollop of lube, worked first one finger then a second into him. As he was violating the blonde's hole with this fingers, he teased the rim of it with his tongue, flicking around the edges of the pink hole. Eric moaned his approval.
"I think he's ready, Tom, what do you think?" Michael asked.
I was enjoying the show that the three were putting on, but it was time for me to intervene and push it further. "Tom, you want to get a closer look, don't you?"
Tom stood up and walked over to the bed, taking up a position sitting next to Eric on the bed. Reaching over, he began to stroke his younger friend's chest and slowly swirling his fingers around his nipples. "I want to watch, is that okay?" Tom asked.
"Fuck, yeah, man," Michael enthused. "And speaking of fucking, you ready, Eric?"
Michael positioned himself between Eric's legs and placed the head of his cock just at his companion's entrance. Slowly, he worked the head of it in, taking his time and ensuring that Tom got a good look. When the head finally popped all the way in, both men let out a sigh. Michael grasped onto Eric's feet at the ankles and lifted his legs over his shoulder. Pushing down, he began smooth thrusting motions in and out of Eric's tight hole.
Tom repositioned himself so that he was laying on his side next to Eric. With one hand, he stroked Eric's cock in rhythm with Michael's thrusts while with the other he stroked his own hard member. The three quickly built up a fast pace until they could take it no more. Within seconds of each other, all three men exploded their second loads of the day. Finally, all three collapsed into an exhausted heap on the bed.
"Sleep now, and rest," I instructed them.
My work with Tom was nearly complete. There was just one last step in his conversion. I would allow him to build up his strength and desire for the next week, then see if he would pass my last test.
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### 4f coming soon... who will Tom be paired with next???
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