Masquerade Inc Part 1: Chris Evans
Chris Evans is inside of his hotel room without his wife, who, thanks to a few bits of magic, is on set for a major movie role, and yes, I mean his anxiety about fame.
He notices something shiny on the dresser across the room; he can’t look away. Sliding off of the bed and into his slippers, he crosses the room, picking them up.
He pops it open to see a sleek dark lens surrounded in a silver frame shiny as ever, and he is not one for flash, but he places it on the bridge of his nose; it slides in perfectly over his ears.
The moment they settle into his reality, something clicks; it sounds like a camera lens, and then a flash goes into his eyes. He freezes cold and stands mindless.
The door to his hotel room is beeping when a man with a key card enters sliding the door in.
He places the key into his pocket, walks into the room, and the door shuts behind him, his sole attention on Chris.
His slim arms wrapping around Chris's waist ever so rightly, he yanks him back till that plump superhero ass collides with my cock, and I press it, feeling him up
“Chris! I have waited eons for this, more than you can imagine, and now you are all mine.” I say in a whisper.
“These glasses? Thinking of them as my conduit till you process accordingly and assimilate to my will.” Whispering in his ears.
“You cannot comprehend any way.” I continue on, taking a seat on his bed.
“Swanky room! “My voice is carrying away,” grabbing the remote on the side table.
“Excellent! Precisely the privacy we need.” I add pressing the close blinds button.
“Can’t have any nosey buggers watching us?” I ask not that he can even answer.
“Who’s bothering us now?” I ask, reaching for his cellphone and seeing three texts.
“Chris, robotic mode…walk to me.” My command rushes him into life as he robotically obeys.
“Tell your wife, agent, and your brother to leave you alone; you are incognito in your own words.” He does that and hands me the phone.
Smirking with a mischievous grin on my face, the phone slid onto my hand. I automatically turned it off and placed it in my pocket for safekeeping.
Time to test my genius. I think so, but first a quick bathroom break. I waltz back in on a mission, groping his ass like a tennis ball.
Facing me with his well-toned body on display for pleasure beyond my imagination, I stop pressing his temple, causing his body to convulse and then his eye to pop open.
He is activated; my work is, of course, as expected, however. I need to pace myself, I think, and then calmly take a seat on the bed again with greater anticipation.
It is a glacial pace affecting him on a deep level, commencing at the inner identity level, where your desires are replaced with mine and you see things clearly for the first time.
Second, subconsciously, at this level, your mind spreads the message in pure, peaceful, and blissful pleasure and pain, to which the body convulses into a fight.
“Activate Chris Evans” I say his body freezes on command.
“Yes…activating…activating,” Chris responds.
“Confirm access,” I state.
“Code panel…please state,” Chris mindlessly adds.
“Access code 1984.” I say as his eyes glow.
“His eyes spin in spirals; this is marvelous.” I say, laughing.
“Kiss me, Chris.” He grabs my chin, pulling me in to him, and we kiss.
“Yes, Master! Your DNA is processing.” He replies.
“Second, lick my ass and cock.” I command as he calls to his knees, embracing my ass and sucking my cock.
I watch as he comes to life as his own self; he stares at me for a bit with this expression of his confusion, and he then begins to recognize me.
He swoops to my side with a sweet smile, laying his body against the wall, and he leans in closer to me with bright eyes and curling lips.
He eyes me like a predator on a hunt, his arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer to him, and his lips lean in closer, and then we kiss.
He pulls away from me a bit; he takes it all in with this certainty in his eyes, something cruel in a manner, spinning me about, and my back hits the wall.
He can’t stop his mind swirling as he locks eyes with me. I am in the center of him; he cups my chin, kissing me again, this time with such force.
Pressing his body against mine, he rubs his cock harder with more force; he laughs so hard, letting his true wild personality out.
I think no more games; with no effort at all, he switches on my instinct, backing up from me and undressing with efficiency as his brilliant mind goes to work strip-dancing for me.
His body is smaller in size but still bangs a buck with tight abs I want to touch. I want to fuck him up so bad he screams my name to high heaven.
My hands reach out, slamming him into the wall, taking his waist into my possession with one move, and ripping his tight underpants off; my cock enters him, his moans hitting a crescendo.
“Who are you?” My voice is cruel, thrusting in and out of him.
“Oooohhhh….. I am…,” his voice coarse.
“I am Chris Evans,” he says in pain.
“No! Try again.” I laugh at his urgency.
“I am…Chris…Steve,” he says, giving in.
“Almost there, bitch…you were marvelous as Steve…” I say kissing him.
“I am…Johnny Storm,” he says in ecstasy.
“Babe! Johnny, yeah.” He is in pleasure, his expression giving it away.
“Oh fuck! Please more, please let me cum. Ooooohhhhh……aaahhhh.” I hear him holler.
I remove myself from his asshole as it flexes a bit; I can hear it croak as he lets out a gasp as he rolls under me, my hand playing with his nipples. He explodes with cum all over his sheets, on top of himself as he writes. Under me, I roll off of him, and I plant a major kiss on his lips and down both sides of his neck.
“You are mine, Johnny Storm.” I feel him up at my victory as he squeezes me tight, and we begin a new life.