CHRIS “THOR” HEMSWORTH
Chris Hemsworth was tired as he got ..
🕑 Added 2022-03-05 00:49:55 +0000 UTC
CHRIS “THOR” HEMSWORTH
Chris Hemsworth was tired as he got off the private jet. He was so glad to be back home in Australia. He had already changed in the jet into his shorts and oversized vest to be comfortable in the downunder summer. On the long flight he has been keeping himself busy reading the new script for an upcoming Thor movie. He wasn’t exactly thrilled with the script but marvel movies was his claim to success.
Chris approached the land rover and the driver waiting for him, “welcome home, Mr. Hemsworth, I’m Laster, I will be your driver.” Laster eyes traveled over Chris’s taller, muscular body.
“Thank you, Lester,” Chris smiled as he handed his bag to the younger man and got into the backseat.
When the driver got into the driver seat, he adjusted the rear view mirror to get a better view of Chris, “I hope you don’t mind me saying it, I’m a big fan of yours. I can’t believe that I’m driving Chris Hemsworth, Thor himself. When the dispatcher told me that i'm picking up Chris Hemsworth I thought they were pulling my leg.”
Chris smiled as he picked up his script and started to finish reading it, “I appreciate you saying that. It always a pleasure meeting fans.”
“The limo service packed a drink for you to enjoy,” Lester still looked through the rear view mirror as he started the car.
“Thank you,” Chris opened the thermos and poured himself a cup.
Chris had no idea that Lester had adjusted the rear view mirror to get a better view of Chris’s thick thighs and nice packed crotch. As they drove, Chris started to find it harder to concentrate on the script and looked out of the window of the traveling car.
“Are we going the right way,” Chris didn’t recognize the landmarks going by.
“Don’t worry about it, Chris,” Lester smiled through the mirror.
Something was not right, Chris began to panic. Suddenly it became so hard to keep his eyes open or keep his head from falling backwards. His muscular arms felt heavy that he couldn’t even lift them.
“What have you gave meee,” chris mumbled as his head fell backwards.
Lester pulled the car off the freeway and into a vacant lot. He once again smiled through the mirror as Chris laid passed out in the backseat, drool running down his masculine chisel chin. Lester got out of the driver seat and opened the back car door. He had dreamed of this moment for so long. He had watched every movie Chris made and fantasized about this. When he heard that the Cartel had plans to capture and auction off Chris Hamworth, Lester volunteered and jumped through hoops to get the assignment. He had been a successful Procuror for the Cartel for several years. It was said you always remember your first, and Lester still remembered the day he was recruited by the Cartel in college to drug and capture his own college roommate, a baseball pitching standout. Up to this moment it was the most thrilling procurement he ever had. It was a rush for the smaller man every time he captured a hot muscular stud. Hearing them moan as they realized their huge muscles were useless, was intoxicating. However, all the captures and procurements, including his first, pale in comparison to taking down “Thor” himself. He positioned the taller, more muscular actor so Chris was laying across the length of the backseat. Lester then ran his hands up the long, thick legs, admiring the power in them.
“I never realized how beautiful your legs were, Chris,” Lester whispered as he leaned in and kissed the inner right thigh.
Chris moaned at the sensation as Lester’s tongue flicked against his smooth thigh. Lester gripped the waistband of Chris’s shorts and pulled them down. Chris groaned again as his hips were lifted and the shorts were pulled down his legs. Lester was pleased that Chris wore no underwear under his shorts. The superhero actor’s fat cock popped free and laid smooth across his left thigh. Lester knows he isn't supposed to touch the merchandise but Chris Hemsworth was the man of his dreams. Anyway, who cares if Thor was a virgin or not. They want to own fucking Thor, even if he been deflowered or not, Lester reasoned. Lester unzipped his pants and pulled out his own fat, hard cock.
“Chris, can you hear me,” Lester asked as he grabbed Chris’s legs and wrapped them around his waist.
“Yesss,” Chris was barely lusicive.
“I want you to make out with me, kiss me as the leading man you are,” Lester leaned in to kiss the half conscious heartthrob.
Lester gripped both of the actor’s wrists and pulled the muscular,thick arms above Chris’s head. Chris’ drugged mind opened his lips and accepted Lester’s tongue, as the smaller, nerdy man pulled him closer to him. Lester’s tongue dominated the mindfucked stud’s mouth. Chris let out a deep moan into Lester’s mouth while feeling the cock pressing against his hole.
Lester pulled away briefly, “ relaxed baby.”
Lester pressed his scrawny body against Chris’s muscular torso as he pushed into the virgin hole. Chris’s mind was spinning while getting penetrated for the first time. However, Chris couldn’t move or use his larger muscles to stop the smaller man. He felt his hole being stretched open and Lester beginning to move in and out of him, in long deep thrusts. Lester was loving the tightness of Thor’s ass around his cock as he moved in and out, deeper and harder with each thrust. He laid his head against Thor’s powerful chest while ramming in and out of the once tight entrance. He could hear the heavy, labored breathing of Thor’s chest as it rose and fell. Thor’s heroic cock was pinned between his average stomach and Thor’s well defined and sculpted abs. Lester felt the cock growing between them as he pounded Thor’s prostate. The perfect heroic ass was gripping his cock pulling him deep into Chris, despite what remains of Chris’ free will. Lester knew he couldn’t hold out anymore. He buried his head between Chris’ underarm and inhaled the strong masculine scent of the masculine actor. He gave one last thrusted and pushed deep inside Chris’s ass and came hard. Lester hasn't came that long in years. He finally willed himself off the muscle stud. Chris laid passed out again from the drugs and fucking he had received. Lester smiled as he laid the useless, thick legs down and got out of the land over’s backseat. Whoever wins the bidding for Chris is going to be a lucky man, Lester thought to himself as he closed the door and got back into the driver’s seat.
