Justin Control

Justin Control (by Richard Pickman)

As Dean Cain pulled into the driveway of his secluded house late one Friday afternoon and parked, he looked to his lone passenger and said lightheartedly, "It's not much, but I call it home."

"Not much!" said Antonio Sabato Jr., getting out of the car, "It's a mansion!"

"Just a small one." Dean said offhandedly. "Only twelve bedrooms. Bought it after the first season, when I knew we were getting renewed."

"Lucky you. What do you do with all that room?"

"Oh, I find . . . uses for it, Tony," said Dean. They had established an easy rapport on the drive over, and Antonio had told Dean to just call him Tony. "It's really great for parties. By the way, I'll be having one when our episode wraps. I expect you to attend, and won't take no for an answer."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Dean."

By this time, they had reached the front door. Cain unlocked it and ushered Sabato in, letting him go first, which allowed Cain to take in the view of the magnificent man before him. Sabato was wearing a loose fitting dark green buttoned shirt with short sleeves, showing off his splendid biceps to their best advantage. The shirt was tucked into a pair of tight Calvin Klein jeans that hugged his legs and butt to a degree that left little to the imagination. With black socks and two-toned green and white high top sneakers, Sabato was the ideal image of casual style.

They made their way to the living room, where Cain invited his guest to sit, then went to the liquor cabinet. The maid and the cook had been given the night off. He wanted Sabato all to himself for the evening.

'So, Tony, what's your poison?"

"Oh, gin and tonic. Small, though. Want to have a clear head while we're running lines."

"A small gin and tonic it is."

Dean prepared Antonio's drink, as well as a scotch for himself, remembering how he had been able to get Antonio on the show in the first place, giving him this opportunity.

Cain had casually suggested to the casting department that Sabato might be good for the part of Bob, a/k/a Deathstroke, in the 'Bob and Carol and Lois and Clark" episode. They had agreed, and luckily the model/actor was available. Like many others, Cain had fallen in lust with him after seeing the Calvin Klein underwear ads he had done. Some further investigations through discreet channels had revealed that Sabato was 'available and open-minded," as one of Cain's friends had put it.

During the read through earlier, and on the drive to Cain's house, he had confirmed the information. The holding of each other's gazes those few extra seconds, the covert glances at each other's crotches, and a number of other subtle signs were evidence enough that Sabato was gay, as Cain had hoped.

The invitation to run lines was one of Cain's favorite ploys for getting male guest stars on the show to his place, to have some uninterrupted fun. Not only was the house large, it sat on a 5 acre lot, tree-lined and fenced in, with a pool in the back yard. The privacy that the property offered was one of the chief selling points for Cain.

What Dean did not realize, but was soon to discover, was how attracted Antonio was to him.

Antonio had watched 'Lois and Clark' since the beginning, and had become a big fan. When the casting call had come, he accepted in a heartbeat.

It was good I wasn't doing anything else, Antonio mused to himself. Though I would have made sure to do the show, one way or the other. How could I not, he thought, as he observed Dean, who was still facing away, preparing their drinks. Antonio noticed how impeccably the long sleeved sky blue shirt fit him, and how it complemented so flawlessly the snugly fitting charcoal grey slacks. He's gorgeous, Antonio marveled, and he wears clothes better than some of the male models I know. But it's the tights that just knock me out. I plan on finding out how much is padding and how much is real. From what I could tell in the car, I think it IS all him. Tonight will be fun, no question.

"Alright, Tony, here's your . . . drink," Dean said, his right eyebrow raised knowingly as he caught Antonio checking him out when he turned. He brought Antonio his gin and tonic, then sat in a chair opposite him, but only a few feet away.

"I think a toast's in order, don't you, Tony."

"Certainly, Dean. What should we toast to?"

"How about . . . to getting to know each other . . . better."

"I'll drink to that, Dean."

Finishing, they put their drinks down on the end table between them, staring into each other's eyes for a few quiet moments, matching Mona Lisa-like smiles slowly spreading across their faces. Both of them understood they no longer needed to be surreptitious in their admiration of each other. Each now knew what the other had in mind, at least generally. It was working out the details, they both thought, that would consume the rest of the evening, and them.

"So, Dean, you didn't really bring me here to run lines, did you." Antonio stated, finally breaking the silence.

"Honestly? No. We can, if you want. But I had . . . other ideas. Do you mind?"

"Mind? Well, it all depends on what you want to do." said Antonio, a devilish glint in his eyes.

"Well, I was hoping to see more of you."

"More of me? You mean, like this?" Antonio said, as he reached up and unhurriedly began to unbutton his shirt.

"Oh, yes, Tony. That's exactly what I meant. Slowly, Tony, slowly. It's too nice a job to rush." Dean said as he settled back in his chair, savoring the view. "Do you know how glad I am that you were able to do the show? I've wanted to know you better since I saw you in those Calvin Klein ads."

"Yes, I get that a lot. I can't understand why." Antonio said impishly. "And I've been wanting to work on the show since it started." he continued, standing up and tossing his shirt on the chair behind him. Dean was dazzled by Antonio's bright smile, and how adorably his cheeks dimpled. Those lips, too, so full and ripe for kissing. As he looked downward, he noticed how small, almost dime sized, the nipples looked on his squared pecs. Beneath them, Dean let his eyes rest on Antonio's defined abdominals. When the term 'washboard abs' was invented, Dean thought, Tony must have been the inspiration for it.

"So, Dean, ready for more?"

"Definitely, definitely! Don't stop now."

"Just making sure you're enjoying my little show as much as I've enjoyed 'Lois and Clark.'" Antonio said, kicking off his shoes, and then beginning taking off his skin-tight jeans. "I've loved the show since it started. I mean, who hasn't been a Superman fan since they were a kid? And you're the hottest guy to ever wear those tights, Dean."

"You do say the nicest things, Tony. Charm, as well as looks. And you ARE the best looking guy to ever wear a pair of Cal. . ." Dean paused, speechless at the sight before him. Antonio was now clad only in socks, and briefs. They were Calvins, alright. But the ads don't do him justice, Dean thought. With his dusky good looks, bronzed skin, and perfectly proportioned muscles, he was desire made real. And from the erect nipples and the mound in his briefs, Dean could tell Antonio was ready for just about anything.

"Well, you like?"

"Oh, Tony, like is not the word that comes to mind. Not even close. . . " he breathed. After a moment, he shook his head to clear it. "Yes, that's enough for now. I want to leave something for me to . . . unwrap later. Now, turn around, Tony. I want to see the rest."

"Who am I to argue with the Man of Steel?"

"Mmm, I like your attitude, Tony. I like it a lot. Now, just . . . stand there a minute."

Dean stood and stepped behind Antonio, pressing himself close. He reached around and started caressing Antonio's chest, the stud's silky smooth skin exhilarating him. Dean took a deep breath, inhaling the fragrance of the man he held. Then he buried his face, vampire-like, in Antonio's neck, working at giving him a hickie that would show up even on his swarthy skin. All the while, Dean was rubbing his painfully hard erection in the cleft of Antonio's firm, round bubble butt, a pre-cum stain becoming visible in the crotch of Dean's slacks.

"Oh-oh-uunnh," Antonio moaned, his breath coming out in short gasps. "I'd love to get some of that steel."

Taking a break from his efforts, Dean said, "Baby, did you EVER have any doubt?"

Just then, their passion was interrupted by the buzzing of someone at the front gate.

"Fuck!" said Dean, "Who could that be? Well, whoever it is, I'm gonna get rid of them so fast it'll make their head spin. Go on into the master bedroom, Tony. It's up the stairs, at the end of the hallway, through the door at the end. I'll be there before you know it. And Tony?" Dean said. Antonio stopped, stepped back with his right foot, then twisted his waist until he was looking back, his breathtaking body in a stunning profile. Shit! Dean thought, the man doesn't know how NOT to look sexy. "DON'T start without me."

"Is that an order?" the hunky vision before Dean said mischievously.

"You can take it anyway you want it."

"No, Superman, I'll take it any way YOU want it." He walked back and gave Dean's rod a quick squeeze through his slacks, sending a shudder through him and causing the pre-cum stain to grow even further, then strolled off to the bedroom.

Oh, man, thought Dean. This is going to be one for the books.

Dean walked to the speaker at the front door, his 8" pole tenting his slacks. "I am in NO condition to see anybody." Dean mumbled to himself, "I'll just send them away. If it's a tourist, or another goddamn reporter, I swear, I'm going to hire a security guard."

Dean reached the speaker, activated it, and yelled, "Whoever it is, I don't want any!"

"Hey, Dean, it's just me. Could you open up?"

The voice, however, made Dean reconsider. "Come on up, Justin!" he said, another set of possibilities for the evening tumbling through his head.

A couple of minutes later, a knock sounded on the door. Dean opened it and said, "Justin! Come in!"

The young man, wearing a off-white T-shirt, beige shorts, and open-toed sandals, spoke contritely, "I'm sorry, Dean. I hope this isn't a bad time. I just wanted to ..." Justin's voice trailed off as he glanced below Dean's waist, his eyes widening as he became mesmerized by the evidence of the obvious arousal there.

"Don't just stand there with your mouth hanging open," said Dean with more than a hint of humor in his voice, as he closed the front door, then draped an arm over Justin's shoulder, leading him into the house. "There're much better things you could be doing with it."

"Sh . . . Sure, big guy. What have you got in mind?" Justin said, recovering.

Dean warmly recalled the time when he had first met Justin. The original Jimmy Olson on the show, Michael Landes, had repeatedly ignored Dean's advances. This had irritated Cain to no end. Didn't the guy realize that there were women, or men, for that matter, who would have PAID for the chance to have sex with Cain, and HE could have had it for FREE?!

Near the end of the first season of the show, though, the ratings began to slide. Dean knew the producers had some misgivings about Landes. They thought he had too much similarity in appearance to Dean, confusing the show's viewers. And there hadn't been a strong audience response to the character, according to surveys. Dean, realizing an opportunity was at hand to punish the recalcitrant Landes for his earlier rejections, slipped a word or two in the producers' ears. Before long, Landes found himself unemployed, and the search was on for a new Jimmy.

Dean took a personal interest in the casting, frequently attending the auditions. The producers were happy with Dean's interest in the well being of the show outside his own role. Dean, however, was looking for something extra in the new Jimmy. After all, this was someone he would be working with closely. And Dean always liked a close, personal relationship with his fellow cast members, particularly the attractive ones. Dean wanted someone more. . . open. Someone, unlike Landes, who was. . . more susceptible to Dean's substantial charms.

The producers were looking for a younger actor to play Jimmy this time around, not only to differentiate the character more from Dean's, but also to appeal to the valuable adolescent market. When the boyish Justin Whalin walked in for his audition, he seemed like a prime candidate for the role. For Dean, though, there was something more, something that said Whalin just might be 'it'. He's cute, that's for sure, thought Dean. And there was a look of yearning, as well as admiration, in Whalin's eyes. He also noticed out of the corner of his eye how the young man kept checking him out during the audition, particularly Cain's ample package. Yes, he thought, I believe Mr. Whalin has REAL potential.

After that day's auditions, he asked around about Whalin amongst his more intimate circle of acquaintances. That was when Dean knew the show, and he, had to have the young man. For behind that cherubic face lurked a cock hound of notorious, and even epic, proportions. The more in his mouth and up his ass he could get, the better. Dean realized he'd heard stories about the kid (for Dean, at 31, couldn't help but think of the 23 year old Whalin as a kid), but had never met him. Whalin liked the kind of places that were more on the wild side. This was a chance Dean wasn't about to miss.

Dean encouraged the producers to pick Whalin for the part. They commented on the chemistry between the two actors. If they only knew, Dean thought. And when they tested him with Teri, the results were even better. The fact that Justin had won an Emmy a few years back was an added bonus. Soon, Whalin found himself cast as the new Jimmy Olson.

Dean invited him over to his house (which, at the time, he had only owned for a couple of months) afterwards to celebrate. He informed the young man how getting the role was in large part due to Dean. Whalin told him he wanted to show his appreciation. He asked meekly if one of the Superman costumes was available. Dean kept a couple at his place, for 'special' occasions. He told Justin to wait, and in a few minutes returned from his bedroom dressed as the Man of Steel.

The rest of that night was an orgiastic blur. Dean knew, though, that it had been some of the most incredible sex he'd ever had. The old joke about someone being able to suck a golf ball through a garden hose drifted through Dean's mind during the first blowjob he received that evening. Justin, mused Dean, could actually do it, I believe. He gives head like a pro. No, I take that back. He could give a pro a few lessons. Then Dean could think no further, as his mind was temporarily obliterated by an intense orgasm.

He also remembered how Justin's ass fit Dean's dick like a warm, velvety glove. He lost track of how many times he came that night. When Justin left hours later, having fully expressed his gratitude for his new job on the show, Dean could not even get out of bed. He could hardly move at all. "The kid totally wore me out," said Dean, "And that's saying something. He's definitely a keeper!" Dean slept late the next morning, and was still barely able to get out of bed. Fortunately, it was Saturday, so there was no filming for a couple of days. Dean stayed home the entire weekend, recuperating.

That was the first of many such evenings. Whalin was up for almost anything, as long as it involved Dean's cock in him one way or another. But Whalin especially went crazy anytime Dean dressed as Superman. When the suit was on, the sex was like it was that first night. It was so good, it was almost addictive.

And, as it turned out, Justin was good for the show, too. After the first few episodes of the second season, he started getting flooded with fan mail, and was asked for interviews by teen magazines. The producers were ecstatic that the precious youth demographic for the show was expanding.

Justin loved being on the show. One of his favorite things, though, was the 'fringe benefits'. He made a point of getting to know every male guest star, on very intimate terms. It became a friendly contest between him and Dean as to who would 'get' a guest star first. Justin could charm the pants (and underpants, and every other article of clothing) off of almost any man. Dean really liked watching Justin's work on the more reluctant ones. With the young man's considerable charisma, backed up by his other outstanding skills, rare was the man who did not succumb.

Dean chuckled as he remembered one of the foremost encounters. Justin, with extraordinary care, had seduced Jon Tenney, Teri Hatcher's husband, when he had guested on the show. He was singularly proud of having accomplished this without Teri even realizing. Considering Justin's reputation, which was an open secret on the set, this was no mean feat. Jon, knowing how much trouble he would be in if Teri ever found out, swore Justin to keep it 'Our little secret'.

Justin HAD to tell Dean, of course. Especially that Jon's 'secret' was by no means little. The costume people had almost as much trouble keeping Jon's spandex bodysuit from being too revealing as they did with Dean's Superman costume. "If he fucks HER half as good as he did ME," Justin told Dean, chortling, "no wonder she's got that look on her face all the time. The lucky bitch."

So Justin's arrival, Dean thought, isn't exactly unwelcome. In fact, it had made Dean think of ways to make this evening even more fun. Dean and Antonio had left the set separately, meeting after the readthrough for a quick bite to eat, before Dean had brought Antonio home with him. Justin had no way of knowing that Antonio was even there. Dean had seen Justin checking out Antonio on the set hungrily. He knew his young co-star would take the earliest opportunity to add Antonio to his growing list of celebrity conquests. Well, Dean thought rather smugly, it looks like I got him first. Still, it might be fun to share. And it's not as if it'd be the first time we've had a threesome.

"Well, buddy, I'm . . . entertaining, if you know what I mean. But I think there may be room for one more . . . " Though an actor, Dean considered himself better at being a writer. He had worked on a couple of stories that had been made into episodes for "Lois and Clark." The feeling of taking the ideas in his head and making them reality was better than sex. Almost. Dean was also working on being able to direct and produce his own work eventually, so he would have total control of his artistic expression.

So, when a chance to combine two of his greatest loves (writing, and sex), he could not resist. And there was an exotic fantasy Dean had long had that seemed ideal for the occasion.

As he told Justin who else was in the house, and began to share his fantasy, he watched the gleam in the young man's eyes grow. Justin contributed his own ideas eagerly. The two, filled with inspiration, rapidly worked out a scenario. As Dean went upstairs to get his Superman outfit, and fill in Antonio on the plans, Dean felt excitement coursing through him. Somehow, it was all 'right'. He could not wait for tonight's private episode of "Lois and Clark" to begin.

Snap!

"Well, Superman, glad you could join the party."

"Jimmy! How did I get here? What's going on?" said Superman, walking towards Jimmy.

"No, no, no, that won't do at all." Jimmy said, as he raised both his hands and did a double snap, "Stay still, Superman, while I fill you in."

"I . . . I can't move. Why are you doing this, Jimmy?" A note of worry and concern crept into the Man of Steel's voice.

"Oh, Superman, Superman, Superman. Or should I call you. . . Clark Kent?" Superman's eyes widened when Jimmy spoke the name of his alter ego. "Or Kal-el? You have so many names. But how rude of me not to introduce myself. My name is Pzyxltmk. But you can call me 'Tim'. You met my cousin, Mxyzptlk, a while ago. Sorry, MISTER Mxyzptlk. That's my cousin, MISTER Formality."

"But you. . ."

"Look like your friend, Jimmy Olson? Neat, huh? I'm actually inside his body, in a manner of speaking. Helps keep me more solidly in this dimension. Oh, and don't think that 'get him to say his name backwards' trick's gonna work on me. That's another reason Jimmy and I are so close. I learned from Myxie's mistakes. I'M gonna be staying around for the long haul, buddy."

"So, you're planning on taking over the world. How are YOU going to do it, considering how badly your cousin failed."

"Supey, I don't even know if I WANT to take over your world. You realize how much paperwork there is for a world dictator to deal with? Doesn't leave ANY time for fun. And that's what I'm here for, big boy. This little planet of yours ain't gonna know what hit it! But first, I'm going to deal with YOU. That was Myxie's biggest mistake. He just HAS to have an audience. The stories I could tell you. . . If you knew what he made Caligula and that horse do, you'd have a whole new appreciation for history, let me tell you. Yeah, he HAD to have the whole Roman Empire watching THAT one. Of course, orgies? My idea. Shame the Romans weren't more imaginative, though. Believe me, what they did would give orgies a bad name, if more people knew. Borrrr-ing! But what do you expect from the people who invented bulimia. Vomitoriums, yuck! Hey, HEY, don't try using your superpowers on me. Geez, you think I'm stupid enough to let you be able to fry or freeze dry me?"

"Well, then, 'Tim', what ARE you going to do?"

"Ooooh, aren't WE crabby. Don't worry, Supes, I'm not going to kill you, or even hurt you. That would be such a waste. OK, I'll give you a hint. It's my middle name."

"Middle name?"

"Yes. Pzyxltmk is my full name. Pah Sexual Timk. But how, how, that's the question." As he said this, the ersatz Jimmy began pacing back and forth. "I could. . . no, too easy. Hmm, there is. . . no, that'd take too long. Something exciting, like. . . oh, dammit, did that in Pompeii. And the cleanup afterwords was a real bitch. . ." He stopped pacing, spun around and examined the Man of Steel, narrowing his eyes in concentration. Suddenly, his eyes shot open.

"It's been staring me in the face all the time! That ridiculous outfit! It's like a kid's Halloween costume. And since you're dressed like a big kid. . ." He began walking in a circle around the immobilized superhero, chanting in a singsong voice,

Red and yellow, and also blue

Check out those tights, and that cape, too.

Dressed like a kid on Halloween

The biggest kid I'VE ever seen.

Well, as you're dressed, so shall you be;

Just like a child when you're with me!

An age before young boys are men. . .

Ah! More than eight, and less than ten!

Your life will never be the same

Because it's now a great big game.

You'll gladly do all that I say

On this and every other day.

When he finished, he stopped and faced Superman, then snapped his fingers. His enchanted subject stumbled slightly forward, then looked up with bright, childish eyes.

"Gee, Mr. Pizic. . . Pizicsal. . ."

"Oh, Clarkie, just call me Timmy, OK?"

"Sure, Timmy. That's lots easier! So what are we gonna do, huh, Timmy?"

"We're going to play, Clarkie. Follow me, and we'll go to the playroom. I've got a surprise for you there."

"A surprise? Oh, goodie, I love surprises!"

Superman willingly let himself be led up the stairs. In a few moments, they had reached the end of the hallway and went through the open door there.

Within, they found a large bedroom. The bed itself was at least three feet wider than a normal king size bed. And at the foot of the bed was standing a dark-skinned, well-built, and totally naked man, unmoving.

"Wow, Timmy, is that the surprise? Is it real?"

"Of course he's real, Clarkie. Don't you recognize him?"

"Hey, he looks like Bob, my neighbor! Why doesn't he have any clothes on, Timmy? And why ain't he moving?"

"It's part of the game. But first . . .

Bobby's naked, that's very true

Because there's things for him to do

That work better with him undressed.

We don't want all his clothing messed!

Now Bobby joins the jamboree

A child as well, just like Clarkie!

An age before young boys are men. . .

He's more than eight, and less than ten!

His life will never be the same

Because it's now a great big game.

He'll gladly do all that I say

On this and every other day.

"And now, meet your new friend, Bobby." Another snap, and Bob unfroze. He ran up to Superman and shook his hand.

"Hi, Clarkie. What a neat-o costume! Are we gonna play?"

"We sure are, Bobby! So, what are we gonna play, Timmy?"

"We're gonna play a game called 'Timmy Says'. It's like 'Simon Says', but it's my own more fun version. So, are you ready to play, boys?"

"Yeah, Timmy!" the two men shouted.

"Alright. Timmy says, give each other a hug."

Without hesitation, they entered into a close embrace.

"Timmy says. . . taste each other's tongues."

An expression of puzzlement, then a smile, passed quickly across the men's faces. Dean, momentarily breaking character, gave Justin a wink. In a moment, Dean and Antonio's tongues were in each other's mouths, their hands exploring each other's bodies. Dean's excitement was making itself obvious, as his red spandex trunks expanded further. Antonio was grinding his hardness into Dean's, the pre-cum staining the tights.

Justin was intoxicated by the spectacle. Two of the sexiest men in the industry were letting him, Justin Whalin, completely control them. The feeling of power, even though illusory, was extremely arousing. Justin began taking off his clothes, so he could take a more active role in the fantasy.

"Oh, Bobby, the stuff from your wee-wee has gotten all over Clarkie's costume. Well," Justin said, with a mock sigh, "I guess you're just going to have to clean it. Timmy says, lick Clarkie's costume clean."

Antonio slowly ended the kiss and pulled away from Dean. He gave Justin a frown, but there was a twinkle in his eyes showing how much he was enjoying the fantasy. Antonio got down on his knees in front of Dean, and began carrying out Justin's command. His tongue traced the outline of Dean's erection through the spandex, licking off his own pre-cum in the process. Soon, he was mouthing up and down, occasionally giving a playful bite. With the tights on, Dean could not feel Antonio's teeth, only the pressure. Dean's eyes closed and his head fell backwards, a moan of pleasure escaping from him.

"Alright, Bobby. BOBBY! Timmy says, that's enough, now stand up."

Antonio reluctantly stopped and rose to his feet. Dean's eyes opened, still slightly glazed with euphoria, and refocused on Justin, waiting for further instructions.

"Now, Clarkie, it's your turn. Timmy says, clean Bobby's wee-wee, with your mouth."

Dean let out an in-character 'Eeew!", then got down on his hands and knees and began playfully licking Antonio's shaft. Justin, deciding it was time to join in the fun, got on his hands and knees behind Antonio, and started rimming him. The double onslaught sent dizzying waves of delight through the Hispanic hunk. He bent forwards, laying against the broad, strong back of the 'superhero' in front of him for support. In the process, he made it easier for Justin's tongue to probe even more deeply.

Antonio floated timelessly on the ocean of ecstasy the two men were giving him. His groans grew louder, yet deeper. After a while, however, they became higher pitched, indicating he was close to cumming. Justin stopped his rimming, and said, "Timmy says, stop what you're doing, Clarkie, and sit on the bed. And Bobby, don't you DARE let anything come out of your wee-wee until I tell you! You sit on the bed, too."

Justin's timely intervention allowed Antonio to halt his incipient orgasm. Both men's skins were glimmering with sweat, their breathing returning to normal now that they were no longer so intensely stimulated.

After he judged them sufficiently recovered, Justin said, "OK, kids, playtime's over. It's grown-up time now." He strolled up to the two of them and put his hands on their foreheads.

Kids no more, now you are men.

Now things really will happen.

We're going to have some fun tonight

But let's make sure it's all just right.

Obey me, do all I require

Slaves to me and my desire

I own you both, mine to control

Submissive toys, your only goal

To please me, do you understand

Strong and proud, mine to command

Remember, me you must obey

on this and every other day.

With a snap, he activated the 'spell', then said, "There now, that's better. Now, boys, repeat after me. I am the property of Pzyxltmk."

Both men droned, "I am the property of Pzyxltmk."

"I will obey him completely."

"I will fulfill his every desire, eagerly and without question."

"I will call Pzyxltmk 'Master'"

"Good. That should do nicely. Now, Bob, get on the bed."

"Yes, Master!"

"Good boy. Lie on your back, and hang your head over the foot of the bed."

"Yes, Master!"

"Very good. Now, I'm going to stick my dick in your mouth, and I want you to give your Master the best blowjob you can, stud."

Antonio began devouring the dick in front of him enthusiastically. In a short time, he was able to deepthroat it, the angle his head was at helping the process, as Justin had planned.

"Oh, that's nice. You're a good little cocksucking slave, Bob. Now, Superman, drop those tights, grease up that Kryptonian cock," he said, tossing him a tube of lube he had gotten earlier from the night stand when the two men had still been acting like children, "and fuck Bob. Be careful, though! I don't want you to break him."

"Yes, Master!" This, of course, was what Dean had been waiting for. He quickly took off the boots for the costume, so he could get the tights off more easily. Soon, he was wearing only the blue skin tight top, the red and gold 'S' symbol emblazoned across his broad chest, and his red cape draped behind him.

Dean got on the bed, lifted Antonio's legs and put them on his shoulders. Squeezing the tube, he applied the lubrication liberally to his own rod, and Antonio's ass. It had been opened up somewhat already by Justin's earlier rimming, so Dean slid smoothly into Antonio. It was everything he had imagined, and more. Hot, smooth, and tight, Dean gave it the pounding he had wanted to all night. Justin, looking at Dean, saw the pleasure on his face. Their eyes would occasionally meet, then Dean's would almost roll back into his head as his fucking became more vigorous. Both men were running their hands over the sweat-soaked body between them, sometimes tweaking a nipple and eliciting a guttural groan. Antonio felt like a pig at some lewd luau, Dean and Justin the skewers (and screwers), roasting from the heat of their combined passion, and doing everything he could to make them marinade him in their hot juices.

This, however, was not Justin's ultimate plan. He pulled out of Antonio's mouth, and ordered, "That's enough, Superman. Stand up, both of you, and go sit on the bed, Bob."

"Yes, Master!" the two men said almost in unison. In a few moments, they had complied. Once again, Justin had managed to stop either man from cumming. He was enjoying prolonging their ecstasy, and his.

"Now, Superman, give me that lube. Good. Now, I'm going to get both your dicks nice and slick. That feels good, doesn't it?" said Justin, loving the feel of their hard, pulsing manhood. "Up and down. No, no, no, don't cum yet. That's better. Alright, boys, I want you to fuck me. At the same time."

Both men's eyes widened, but they quickly said, "Yes, Master."

Justin, still holding Antonio's dick, pushed it down as he sat on the other man's lap, the rigid member laying against Justin's ass. He wrapped his hands around Antonio's neck, and his legs around his waist.

Now firmly anchored, he commanded, "Alright, Bob, stand up."

Antonio took a moment to adjust to the new center of gravity, then carefully stood. His thighs were bulging from the effort, but Antonio was in great shape, and Justin was not that heavy.

Justin hitched himself up Antonio's chest a bit. He then said, "OK, Superman, come over here and stand behind me." Justin twisted around to watch the apparently entranced Man of Steel walk up to him. Justin's own boner was wedged firmly between his own chest and Antonio's. The feeling alone almost made him cum.

"Now, Supey, grab Bob's dick and yours and hold them together. Good, very good. Now, I'm going to lower myself. Make sure they both go in, big boy."

"Yes, Master!" Dean couldn't believe it. This was better than anything he had thought of. He had no regrets about allowing Justin to join in the evening's fun.

"Alright, I'm lowering myself. I can feel them. Oh, my god, they're going in. Uuuuuuunnh!"

As the heads of both men's cocks entered Justin, an involuntary shiver went through both men. His downward progress was steady, and shortly both of them were inside Justin totally. A sigh escaped from all of them.

"Oh, OK. Supey, help Bob hold me up." Dean, his hands now free, hugged Justin's chest, supporting some of the young man's weight. "That's, that's good. Now, fuck me, boys. Fuck me like there's no tomorrow."

With Dean's help, Antonio was easily able to carry Justin. The two men made small thrusts, getting used to their unusual position. As they grew more accustomed, their fucking became more frenetic. Justin was also bobbing up and down, squeezing his ass muscles as tightly as he could, milking the two powerful organs inside him.

After a few minutes, sweat was pouring off them from the exertion. Justin, realizing they couldn't last much longer, said, "My, my slaves, on the count of 3, you will both cum. Do you un-un-understand?"

"Y-y-yes, Master!"

"On the count of three." Justin let go of Antonio's neck, reached back, and clenched his hands behind Dean's neck, turning his head to see him. "One, twoooooo, threeeeeeeee!"

The pent up jism exploded out of Antonio and Dean, filling Justin. This triggered Justin's orgasm, cum jetting out, hitting Antonio under his chin and falling back down to drip on both men's chests. As he came, Justin roughly kissed Dean, their tongues wrestling as he worked his ass to siphon the cum from them.

Antonio, finally overwhelmed by the strain of carrying Justin and the potency of his own orgasm, felt his legs starting to buckle, even as he kept slamming into Justin. He fell to the floor, pulling Dean down with him. Somehow, they both managed to stay inside Justin, partly because he didn't want to let them go.

Gradually, Dean and Antonio stopped their ravaging of Justin's ass. Panting, they held each other close, heat radiating from their skin, the carpet beneath them drenched, the smell of sweat and cum filling the air. Justin, at last, whispered, "So, was it good for you, too, Dean? Tony?"

Dean said, "Justin, that was . . . that was . . . oh, MAN, that was fucking fantastic!"

"And a fantastic fuck!" added Antonio. "You better keep him around. And I thought YOU were out of this world, Dean!" So saying, he pulled Justin's face closer and gave him an fervent kiss.

"OK, kids. Kids?" said Dean. Reluctantly, Antonio and Justin broke their kiss. "I think we could ALL use a shower."

"Righty-o, Dean." Justin said. He eased himself off the two men, their dicks popping loose, their cum trickling out as he stood. As the other two got up, Justin grabbed their still stiff members. "Come on, you two. The night is young, and so are we. Let's get cleaned up for round two."

Antonio looked at Dean incredulously. "Doesn't he EVER stop?"

"Eventually. He IS kind of like the Energizer bunny. Maybe I should have warned you." said Dean, shaking his head, grinning.

Later (after several blowjobs, a 69 daisy chain, and the use of three sexual positions that somehow never made it into the Kamasutra), the three men lay together on Dean's spacious bed, exhausted.

"Thank God it's the weekend. I KNOW I won't be able to stand for a while, much less work." said Dean.

"Yeah. I think it's time for get some rest." Justin said, yawning.

"The boy has limits! I didn't think it was possible." teased Antonio.

"Hey, watch it with those 'boy' cracks. . ."

"Well, I, for one, WAS paying attention to one boy's 'crack' in particular" said Dean, giving Justin's butt a playful swat.

". . .You're only a couple of years older than me, you know." Justin continued, ignoring Dean's interruption. "Still, thank you, both, for pushing me beyond my limits." Justin yawned again, then got under the covers, snuggling between the two men.

"Alright. Good night, Justin. Night, Tony."

"Night, Dean. Night, Justin."

"G'Night, John boy." said Justin dreamily. Before they knew it, they were all asleep, enveloped in each other's arms.

Antonio and Dean had a few one-on-one sessions during the shooting of the episode, and Justin found his solitary opportunity to show Antonio how glad he was that he was guesting on the show. These encounters were great, but the night with Justin and Dean was one that Antonio would remember for a very long time. Afterwards, whenever Dean saw the 'Bob and Carol and Lois and Clark" episode, he would get hard instantly.

The private wrap party for the episode, at Dean's house, though, was something special, too. He STILL couldn't believe what had happened at the pool with those other five guys . . .

But that, as they say, is another story.