Masquerade Inc Part 2: Henry Cavill
Chris Evans left me a small hair sample as he returned back to his life, and I spent the next week in the laboratory making a clone of him.
I boarded a plane to Boston on a whim after he had a strange desire to get a hotel room by himself for the night, and I snuck into his room with his back turned to me.
I smirk as his clone undresses him, takes his belongings as well, and perfectly copies them, and on my command spends the night in the bathroom and leaves Chris with me.
Part 1
Henry Cavill would rather be at home bonding with his kid or playing video games, but he is here doing the usual for promoting his new movie, and he spots me in the corner.
The door swings open to the balcony. I am standing at the edge of the veranda, looking at the city, and he understands that he comes closer to me, even closer.
The city lights wash onto my face and his face, and he canāt look away, staring into my eyes, and suddenly his mind is clear for some reason, and he gets closer.
Chris is hovering behind me in excitement. He approaches him with a hand out; as smart as he is, it still eludes him. He is a clone, pulling him into a big hug, one as tight as an old pal.
Henry is focusing on him as I remove my box from my dress pants and walk him over to them both, and he puts his shoulder under my hands, tightly holding me in place.
āMr. Cavill, congrats on the new baby.ā I say, offering my hand as he smiles at me.
āThank you!ā He says.
āDo you have the glasses?ā He asks me.
āThese are amazing; put them on.ā Chris says, handing him a pair.
āWhat theā¦ā Henry says quietly in his manner.
āStill British as ever.ā I say as he switches it open.
āThese are gorgeous.ā He says his hand touches the matte gloss.
āHenry, wear them,ā Chris pushes.
āWhy the hell not?ā Henry replies softly.
āThese feel weightless.ā He continues settling them.
āSexy, sleek, and attractive.ā He is so proud of the look.
āThey are yours, Henry,ā I say.
āWhat is this feeling?ā Henry asks.
āFeeling? What feeling?ā I ask,
āI feel relaxed, emptyā¦ā He is attempting to admit it.
āGo to your hotel room,ā I say.
āGive me the details,ā I add.
āHere you go,ā he writes it down obediently.
āIāll be waiting for you,ā Henry surprises himself.
āI feel relieved for some off kilter reason.ā He smirks as he exits the building.
āHeās yours, Master.ā Chris hugs me tight.
āNot quite yet!ā I say, patting him on the back.
āI love you, Master,ā he says, taking my hand.
āI love you too, Chris,ā I say, kissing him.
āAre you ready, my lord?ā He questions me.
āAs ready as possible.ā I reply, pressing a button as a portal opens up.
āTime to kick his asshole into shift.ā We walk through the hotel room.
āNice and dim as instructed,ā I voice proudly.
āThe programming is commencing.ā I think about privately placing my hands on him.
āHenry! You are safe and sound with me, and it is everything.ā I whisper he shivers with my touch.
āYou canāt speak, but you can hear,ā I calmly insist.
āYou canāt resist me.ā I stay behind him.
āI love you, Henry.ā I press my cock in his ass.
āYou love everything about me.ā My skin touches his, and mine goes hot.
āI am your lover and your god-like king.ā I smirk, rubbing my cock in his ass.
āYou exist for me,ā my hands groping his cheeks.
āDisrobe,ā my command erupts into his ears.
āYes! I obey,ā replying to me as he undresses.
āBend over,ā I instruct him.
āYou will enjoy this,ā I instruct him.
āI will,ā he says, bending onto the bed.
āSpread those cheeks. Thatās it, good boi.ā My cock slips in as he moans in pain and pleasure and discomfort.
āI am your God, Clark,ā I say, lying on his back.
āEvery thrust claiming you,ā I continue.
āGive me that hole,ā I say as he moans.
"Oooohhhhhh." He moans.
"fffuuuccckkkkk." He says in pleasure.
"yyyyyeeeeessssss" he cries into a crescendo.
Standing behind him, I help him to stand up. I begin by taking my time removing a vial from my pocket, spitting in it, and sliding the cover on, shaking it a bit for full effect. I am sitting on the bed, grabbing his toe, laying it on my lap, and pulling out a nail-cutting set, cleaning his nails out, and cutting a few bits from each toe, throwing them into a vial.
I grab a shaver nearing his legs as I shave off a bit of hair, then his under and a bit of mustache and the top of his head, placing it in the vial and sealing it. Swiftly my moves are way too methodical. Walking into the bathroom, my hands are on the knob filling up the bathtub, and I throw in a second vial into the tub; it explodes.
āHenry, come here, my love,ā I order him.
āYes,ā he responds mindlessly.
āTake the vial.ā I hand it to him.
āStep into the tub,ā my voice lowers.
āSink in,ā I point it.
āSink under the water.ā I watch him with intent.
āYes, sir,ā he says happily.
āHow do you feel?ā He looks so blissful.
āYou look godly,ā I add.
āThat body is my vessel,ā I say, kissing him.
āThe activation is glorious.ā I watch in awe.
āBabe,ā feeling him up is the chance of a lifetime.
āMmmmmā¦.fuck.ā I can hear a gasp from his mouth.
āHe holds my hand.ā It tightens him.
āI let it all go.ā The water turns blue, yanking him to the bottom of the tub.
The end















