Roscoe had his next man in his sights: Quin Bruce. While he did work out a lot, Quin actually competed in bodybuilding competitions. Roscoe decided to capture him there, just to spice it up a bit. Using some of his natural eye charm, he was able to become an oil rubber for the men, specifically Quin.

He was the first to enter. “Hello.” Quin then laid on his stomach to get oiled up. It was absorbed by the skin quickly, so Roscoe didn’t need to wait too long to put his plan into action. He rubbed the bodybuilding oil around Quin’s back, while getting his eyes ready. When he was ready to flip, he was met with the colourful eyes of Roscoe.

“I am your Master.”

“You are my Master.”

“You will compete, but afterwards, make your way to my car without changing first.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good,” thought Roscoe, as he left and tagged the real employee in. The command was a bit long, and he wasn’t sure if it would actually work. It did, as he watched Quin compete in the Men’s Physique category this competition. After the judging, he slipped out the back and read the results posted on the wall. Quin had won, and a few minutes later, he walked over to Roscoe’s car, still bronzed up and in his poser. The two made their way to the warehouse complex to get processed.

“That was a fucking good practice, Quin!”

“You too, Joe! Our team finally has a damn good pitcher.”

“You’re too kind,” he replied, as the two men made their way to the locker room close by. They began to strip out of their uniforms. Quin caught Joe sneaking cursory glances at his body, and his jock, which was filled quite nicely.

“Like what you see, man?”

“Oh, no. It’s just that you keep yourself in really good shape for someone your age.”

“Do you know what my secret is? It’s a lot of gay sex.”

“How the fuck does that help?”

“Endurance, and it’s like a mini workout.”

“And your cock’s pretty fucking big too.”

“Want to taste it? It’s just the two of us here. Nothing to worry about.”

“And this shit stays between us?”

“Of course.” Joe then adjusted his body as Quin towered over him, cock dangling in anticipation. He tentatively put his mouth around the cock. He hadn’t done this since college, but it was surprisingly all coming back to him. Joe made sure not to scrape Quin’s dick as he picked up speed and intensity. Quin was a bit shocked by it too, but was very much enjoying it. He hadn’t got his dick sucked in a while, but for him, that was about a week. 

“Do you know what else helps me to get so fit? When someone eats out my ass.”

“That literally makes no fucking sense.”

“Heightened sensations mean more euphoria and more ability to push through the workout,” Quin explained.

“If you say so,” responded Joe as Quin got into position to get his ass licked. He had never licked a dude’s ass before, but had eaten out a lot of pussy, so he assumed it was the same thing. It was, and actually much more simple. There was only one hole he needed to worry about. He lubed up Quin’s hole quite a bit, coating it in his spit, mixed with the sweat from the practice. He also stuck his tongue up Quin’s hole, causing the euphoria Quin had mentioned. After a few minutes of that, Quin pulled away. 

“And now for the final part: fucking.”

“So who’s topping?”

“I am. Bottoms get a pretty intense workout in as well.”

“Nothing’s ever been stuck up my hole before.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” Quin lubed up his cock with his spit and procured a condom from his bag. He slipped it on as Joe got up on the bench and got ready to be fucked. The initial penetration was the worst.

“FUCK! What’s going on down there!?”

“Shit, man. You weren’t lying when you said nothing’s ever been up there. Let’s take it easy.” That was hard for Quin, who was used to fucking assholes dripping in other men’s cum, or so loose from all the cocks he had taken prior to Quin. But he always enjoyed a challenge. He most definitely kept his cock inside Joe’s ass, as he wasn’t sure he could get it back in without Joe screaming bloody murder. And he had to go much slower, as the inside of the ass was entirely virgin to foreign objects. It would take a while to cum, but it was worth it. 

Joe tried his best to give Quin a great sexual experience as well. He couldn’t do much, but found that by slowly moving his ass up and down, it provided Quin a greater range of motion, to an extent. Joe didn’t particularly hate a cock up his ass, although the insertion was going to be painful for quite a while. The additional thrusting helped to speed up Quin’s production of sperm ever so slightly, so a few minutes later, Quin came in Joe’s ass, in fear pulling out too quickly might rupture something. The condom broke from the intense stream that shot out of Quin’s dick. Luckily, he was free of STIs, as that was included in the team’s weekly drug panel.

“It fucking broke inside of me!? There’s condom in my ass?”

“It’s okay. You’ll shit it out later. But that wasn’t half-bad, right?”

“Right, and I can see how you classify it as a workout. I’m sweating more than I did in practice!”

“Same time next week, man?”

“Sure!” replied Joe. “And I’ll work on loosening my asshole too!” Quin winked at him, and the two then cleaned up and got ready to go back home to their wives and careers. Both couldn’t wait for next week’s game.

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Guest Request 33Today’s request was a bit special, and quite unusual for Celebworld. For the first time ever, a celeb was requesting a fellow celeb. John had initially set this up, but the actual request was to just be between Kris Bryant, and his lover, Anthony Rizzo. Trevor met him at the airport, a very rare occurrence.“Hello, Kris. How was your flight?”“Fine. Thank you for asking. So, explain to me again what happened with Tony?”“My machine made the whole world think Anthony always lived here, when in reality, he had a life back home. I had adjusted for the spouses, but apparently not gay lovers.”“So, he’s permanently stuck here?”“Well, you could bring him home, but Celebworld is the only place that has the complex programming software needed to control him. He would perform the basic bodily functions, but that is about it.”“And I can’t have a hold on him indefinitely?”“That would be technically feasible, but with the formula, rates reach into the high trillions after only two weeks, and stopping it for a bit doesn’t reset it.”“Okay. So, I should make the most of it today?”“You should.”“But he does have his old memories back, temporarily, right?”“Yes. He has all of his memories back for the duration of your session.”“Perfect. Thank you, Trevor, for allowing me to do this. It must be a bit awkward.”“Oh, we’ve had many spouses and lovers come through the island. Very few have had enough money to finance what you are doing, though.”The two continued to chat on the way to Kris’ room, but mostly about small talk and baseball. “Here we are. Poke anywhere on his body to activate his programming. He will revert back to his old state when the door opens again, or midnight, whichever comes sooner.” Trevor left the baseball stud, and Kris opened the door. There was Tony, lying on the bed with his oversized Bryant jersey on. His face was a bit rigid, but it relaxed once Kris playfully booped his nose.“Hi, honey! Long time no see!” Kris started crying as he hugged his lover, knowing this was not going to be permanent. “I’ve missed you,” he tearfully got out.“I’ve missed you too. So, what do you want to do first? My additional programming has given me quite a bit experience in the sex department than you!”Kris chuckled, and then replied, “Let’s just snuggle for a bit. We haven’t done that in a long time.” The two lovers then enjoyed a normal afternoon together, watching the game and feeding each other food. At around seven, Kris was ready to switch it over to sex. “Fuck!” he screamed. “I forgot to pack our foreplay clothes!”“Look in the hall closet, honey.” Kris walked over to it, and was greeted by a machine, not a rack of clothes. However, that machine was loaded with every single combination of clothing one could think of, and it was connected to an expansive closet-like basement. Kris decided to pick out the football uniforms, indulging a fantasy the two always shared, but could not really do. He walked back into the bedroom lugging two complete outfits on some hangers.“Kris! You remembered! I can’t wait to try them on!” Both of them stripped out of all their clothes, and changed into the new sport outfit. Their idea of foreplay had always involved exercise beforehand, and Rizzo revealed a massive track around the floor they were on. “Trevor really did think of everything,” Rizzo announced, as the two took off for a run to get all sweaty and gross.Due to the obscene size of the building, the two only could do one lap before they were really tired and super sweaty. They caught their breath, and then moved into the “locker room”, which was actually just their bedroom. The two playfully glanced at each other while stripping out of the gear, and then went to the showers. The room only had one, but it was double-headed, another key part of their fantasy. Kris was done first, due to his less flabby body, and snuck back in to the locker room, to sniff Tony’s jockstrap.Kris had done this countless times before, especially after an intense game, but this was all part of the foreplay they had envisioned. Rizzo then exited the shower, and walked into the locker room, only to find Kris sniffing away on his jock, and jerking off to it.“Hey! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”“Oh, Tony! I didn’t know these were yours!”“They are, you little fag. And you know what else fags like? Cocks up their asses!” He playfully pushed Kris down and flipped him over, and grabbed some lube from the bedstand. After getting it all wet, he rammed it into Kris’ ass.“FUCK!” he screamed, as part of the sexplay. He knew exactly how Tony’s cock would feel in his ass, but it wasn’t that much fun that way. Rizzo had a slasher smile on his face as he fucked his lover, who he pretended was a dirty fucking jocksniffer. The two had always enjoyed water-based lube, so Tony’s cock going in and out and moving around in Kris’ ass sounded like feet moving through water. Kris continued to swear and moan in fake pain, while Tony played up the homophobic jock angle.“I fucking swear, if another faggot touches my jock again, I’m not going to be the only cock up their ass!” The smell the two were giving off was a large part of the fantasy, and something both men greatly enjoyed. The BO smell wasn’t new to them at all, considering they played a professional sport, but the slight twinge of sex that was slowly started to creep into their nostrils was intoxicating to both of them. There was also the sound of Rizzo’s meaty balls slamming against Kris’ ass. Since celebs weren’t allowed to masturbate without orders or a fantasy, quite a bit of Rizzo’s spunk was brewing in there, waiting for a release. “Fuck! I don’t want to cum in a faggot’s ass! Turn around and show me your fucking face!” While staying in character, Kris did actually enjoy getting cummed on, so he had to try pretty hard to look upset as his lover covered him. He licked as much as he could, and Rizzo scraped some off and feed it to him as well. “Fuck,” replied Kris, finally breaking character. “That was fucking hot, honey, but I’m so fucking tired. But I don’t want to fall asleep either. Then I can’t have more hot sex with you!”“Then take this,” Rizzo responded, opening the medicine cabinet and revealing a variety of pills for the guests to use, all safe, of course. He pulled down a small blue tablet. “This will knock you out cold, and nothing will wake you up until your circadian rhythm does it for you.”“Sweet! But why are you telling me this?”“I’ll alternate being sucking and fucking you, and you won’t even feel a thing!”“Are there cameras in here?”“Of course. Night vision ones from all the angles you could possibly think of.”“Oh, I’ll definitely be buying that footage,” Kris said, as he took the pill and went to bed. True to his word, Rizzo fucked and sucked off his lover until midnight, when his programming forced him to leave. Kris woke up the next morning upset that his lover was no longer there, but he immediately went down and bought his room’s footage for the duration of the stay. It was obnoxiously cheap, but considering the cost it took to even get here, he didn’t mind. On the plane ride home, he got to watching the footage. The cameras were top of the line, and illuminated color as best as they could. Kris jerked off on the flight to Tony repeatedly sucking and fucking him. It seemed as though those refractory periods were long enough, as he was still spewing a mountain of cum by the time Rizzo had to leave. He saved the video to his computer, and wondered how to explain the half a billion dollar loss to his accountant.Requests are open. | Patreon