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The sky was tinged with light purple and shades of red as the sun began to disappear on the horizon. Henry Cavill was on a plane, accompanied by his friend, John Krasinski. The two were heading to another day of work for Supernova Corp.

"Nervous?" asked Henry, placing his hand on John's, who blushed and nodded.

"Always. You?"

"Always," replied Henry, laughing.

The plane landed in a remote location, where a limousine was waiting for them. They changed into specific outfits for the job. John wore a black suit with white details and a rose on his jacket, while Henry wore something more provocative: a red skirt, a blue crop top with a red S, long red boots, and red fingerless gloves. To complement the outfit, he wore a chastity cage, restraining his penis. John thought it was strange that he only had to wear a suit, but he didn't complain. It must be part of the show.

The limousine stopped, and they got out in a dimly lit underground parking garage. A man in a suit guided them to an elevator, where the button for the ground floor was pressed. The huge metal box moved silently. When the doors opened, Henry and John were stunned by the scene: it was definitely the ground floor, but there was a succession of drinks and food, as well as guests arriving in luxurious gold elevators. A second, simple silver elevator opened, revealing none other than David Corenswet, dressed exactly like Henry Cavill. David was stunned to see the former Superman, waving at him with a kind smile.

David approached Henry, extending his hand for a shake, then hugging him. He did the same with Krasinski, but seemed really happy to have Cavill there with him.

"It's so nice to meet you!" David said, with his gentle boyish smile. "I heard rumors that you were part of Supernova Corp., but I thought it was a lie. Wow, you're huge!" David put his hands on Henry's biceps, squeezing them.

"You're huge too, kid!" Cavill said, squeezing David's biceps, which were bigger than his. "Congratulations on the Superman role.”

Suddenly, a man with Arab features approaches the trio, dressed in typical Arab clothing.

"Good evening, bitches," says the man, almost politely, despite the insult. It was like a boss talking to his employees. "John Krasinski, you'll be the waiter tonight. Henry Cavill and David Corenswet, you'll be the main attraction."

John just nodded, while Henry and David exchanged a fearful glance.

"Main attraction of what?" asked Henry.

"Of the show 'Who is the best Superman?', of course!”

Henry and David exchanged a suspicious glance, not knowing what to say. Knowing Supernova's clients, this challenge would certainly be sexual in nature, involving a great deal of humiliation and degradation. The two stars just smiled cordially, unable to say anything to the Arab sheikh. The guests appeared to be of various ethnicities, but judging by the expansive view of the city, Henry and David were probably somewhere very wealthy in the Middle East, as there was only desert surrounding the metropolis.

The lights dimmed, and the Arab sheikh climbed onto a large black stage, where he spoke into the microphone:

"Welcome, everyone, to my party. As you all know and as promised, I have organized a special game called ‘Who is the best Superman?’. I have here the two sexy actors, Henry Cavill, the Man of Steel, and David Corenswet, the Boy Scout. The two will go through a series of sexual games to prove to us who is the best Superman! Are you ready?"

The audience applauded excitedly, and shouts could be heard. David and Henry looked at each other, still uncomfortable with the possibility of being rivals tonight. It wasn't ideal. Not like this.

John began serving the guests, his cheeks squeezed and his butt groped as he blushed and served everyone. John exchanged a long, meaningful look with Henry, whispering to him, “It'll be okay, buddy.” Henry nodded back, thanking his friend for the encouragement, but he didn't feel at all confident about facing David Corenswet. The American actor was younger, taller, more muscular, and, most importantly, he was the number one Superman. Henry was still strong, but he hadn't been Superman for a long time, and he had been injured during the filming of a movie recently, so he was quite insecure.

“Whatever this is, we're still going to be friends, okay?” said David, extending his hand to Henry, who nodded in agreement, shaking his hand.

“Of course! We're not going to let these perverts get into our heads!” replied Henry, trying to be diplomatic.

The Arab sheikh returned to the stage, speaking into the microphone one last time.

“Oh, and I almost forgot: for each mission successfully completed, the winner of that round will earn an additional 10 million. There will be ten tasks in total.”

Henry's eyes widened, while David was stunned. Ten missions, each worth 10 million. 10 million dollars in total. In other words, in addition to the 1 million for being there, they could still accumulate 100 million. David put his hand on Henry's shoulder, but there was no longer any sign of humility in him.

“I'm sorry, buddy, but you're screwed. I'm going to win this game!”

The two Supermen climbed onto the stage, where the sheikh was waiting for them. There was nothing but two long dildos displayed on a table, with two chairs.

“The first mission is simple: whoever deep throats first wins.”

Facing each other, Henry and David sat down at the table and picked up the dildo. It was long, 10 inches, but not very thick. It was suitable for deep throat training.

Henry took the dildo with both hands, testing the thickness of the object, spitting on the glans and starting a sensual blowjob. David, on the other hand, was more eager; you could see the money shining in his eyes, and that was his only goal there. Without any preparation, David shoved the dildo into his mouth, starting to swallow it, his expression dazed as he widened his eyes, which began to water, and he swallowed as much of the huge fake cock as he could. It didn't take long for David to choke, excess saliva dripping from his mouth and nostrils, but he didn't back down; he bravely pushed forward, turning even redder as he shoved the dildo almost all the way into his mouth.

Henry, on the other hand, was much more subtle, but much more powerful. Much more experienced than David, Henry swallowed the dildo calmly, but steadily. He managed to make the balls rub against his chin, proving his superiority. The sheikh approached Henry, took his wrist, and raised his fist in the air, announcing him as the winner of that first task.

“Gentlemen, we have our first winner!” announced the sheikh happily.

Even though he lost, David kept trying to swallow everything. He deep-throated it eventually, but ended up not being able to hold it down and vomited on the cock, spreading vomit all over the table. The sheikh made a disgusted face and pointed his finger at the mess.

“Clean it all up, and use your tongue.”

“Yes, sir,” replied David, wet with sweat and humiliated, starting to lick everything with a look of disgust, trying not to vomit what he was drinking.

“The next task involves cleaning. Henry, David, are you ready?” asked the sheikh, and Henry nodded, while David was still cleaning the vomit off the table. “Well, David is busy, unfortunately, but let's go, the next mission is: enema!”

Spotlights illuminated the stage further, revealing two enemas for the two men to use, as well as a bucket for collecting fluids and waste.

“Whoever cleans their ass and releases clean water first wins. The loser will have to drink all of the winner's enema. The winner will get 10 million in their account!”

David, who had a sour expression on his face, grabbed his enema roughly, inserting it into his butt without any preparation and filling his asshole with water. He emptied the entire enema inside himself, while Henry, already accustomed to doing this, knew how to proceed with the enema. The British star filled his asshole with water, but not too much, aiming at the bucket and pouring dirty water out. David, on the other hand, was brutal: he filled his entire asshole with water, to the point where he felt his stomach distend, and then expelled everything violently in a thick stream of shit.

The work was slow. Henry spread his plump buttocks, filling his hole with water and then expelling it, taking great care not to fill his asshole too much so as not to go too deep, causing future accidents. David, on the other hand, was very rough, filling his ass with an enema, sometimes twice, expelling everything violently. Suddenly, realizing that the water was coming out clean, David approached the sheikh at the center of the stage, raising his fists excitedly in celebration.

“Looks like we have a winner.” The sheikh was about to announce David as the winner, but suddenly farts escape from David's anus. Liquid shit runs down between his ass and thighs, proving that he wasn't as clean as he thought. David cringes in shame, hiding his face. “Henry Cavill is the winner, folks!”

Henry approached the stage timidly, his fist raised high by the sheikh, announcing him as the great victor of that mission. Cavill thanked him, bowing politely, and was cheered by the audience. David, as the loser, had to face his terrible fate: drinking Henry's enema.

"Do I really have to do this?" asked David, gasping, staring at Henry's bucket full of dirty water and pieces of shit. The sheikh just opened his arms theatrically.

"The show must go on, David. Drink the enema!”

David felt disgusted, deeply disgusted with that task, but there was no escape. He brought the bucket to his mouth, tipping the foul-smelling liquid in and gulping it down. He tried not to think about the taste, focusing only on getting it over with. His stomach churned, and David felt the rancid taste, the urge to throw it all up, but he tried to hold back. The worst part was the pieces of shit, which David left for last. With his mouth covered by one hand, he picked up the pieces of shit with the other. The water helped, as it made the pieces of shit softer, so they were easier to swallow. David managed to swallow, but he swallowed everything, raising his fist as he wiped the shit from his lips, applauded by the audience.

Meanwhile, John Krasinski served drinks and food to the men, being groped in the process. Hands squeezed his butt, and at one point John had to suck off the men sitting at round tables around the illuminated stage. Even though he was busy, John didn't stop paying attention to Henry Cavill, eagerly cheering on his dear friend.

The stage was then updated, and a mat was added to the center of the stage. Henry and David had to change clothes, dressing up as wrestlers. Henry's uniform was red and David's was blue. It was quite obvious what they would have to do: physically fight, wrestling style. The uniform highlighted the muscular bodies of both men, making the penis cage and swollen balls very evident.

"For the next challenge: wrestling," announced the sheikh. "The winner is whoever knocks their partner to the ground three times. Get ready, bitches, it's time for the Bitch Fight!”

Henry and David positioned themselves on either side of the mat. The sheikh would act as referee. Then he gave the signal for the fight to begin. With catlike speed, David lunged at Henry, headbutting him in the stomach and knocking the wind out of him. Henry tried to grab David from the sides, but was knocked hard to the ground; his head hit the mat brutally, and Henry squealed in pain.

"First round over! David is the winner!" announced the sheikh with a broad smile.

Henry's head still hurt a little. David was more muscular than him, which was impressive, and therefore much stronger. It was as if David were a runaway train; Henry had no way to stop him, only to dodge and try to use his opponent's strength and weight as a weapon.

The sheikh announced the second round, and David, as Henry had expected, advanced. Like a rocket, David practically ran toward Henry, who threw himself to the side. Henry then wrapped David in a tight hug, elbowing him in the stomach. Since David had drunk his own vomit and Henry's enema, he was quite full; David then lost his balance, vomiting everything onto the mat. Taking advantage of David's weakness, Henry knocked David to the ground, who was still writhing as he vomited.

"And we have a winner!" announced the sheikh enthusiastically.

In round three, David was furious and hungry for victory. As soon as the sheikh gave the signal, David jumped on Henry, grabbing him by the hair and pulling hard, violently knocking the British star to the ground. Henry groaned in pain, and in response David spat in Cavill's face, wiping the strands of hair on his hand.

"You're going bald, bitch," David taunted with a smug smile. Henry shuddered in pain, getting on all fours on the floor.

"Third round finished! The winner is David Corenswet. As the winner of this mission, you just won another $10 million, man!"

"Yeah!" David celebrated, punching the air.

Henry coughed, trying to raise his hand to David to help him stand up, and David helped him, but suddenly knocked him to the ground, kicking him in the balls. Henry writhed in pain.

"Henry, don't be a sissy, stand up!" complained the sheikh, and Henry obeyed, weakly. 

"Ready for the next challenge?" asked the Arab, being cheered by the audience eager for more of that insane game. "Great. The next game involves something profound... We'll be back in 10 minutes."

The sheikh left the stage, pointing to a room where the two stars could stay and recover. The room had black furniture and unlimited food and drink. Henry groaned in pain, while David looked confident, like an MMA fighter about to step onto the stage. The sheikh sat down facing the two actors.

"You need to control yourselves. If you kill each other before the end of the game, how will things turn out, huh?" asked the Arab, pointing his finger at both of them, but especially at David.

"I'm sorry. I get very anxious and then I get violent." David looked embarrassed. "Forgive me, Henry, I promise I won't do it again. I won't let my competitiveness turn me into a monster.”

"I'm glad to hear that," Henry replied.

The sheikh winked at the two of them,

lightly stroking their hair as if they were two pets.

"Get ready, boys. In the next challenge, your assholes will be tested.”

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The two stars returned to the stage wearing nothing but cock cages and wrestling uniforms, now adapted with a hole exposing both actors' buttocks. Henry, already accustomed to Supernova, simply smiled and waved to the audience, while David struggled with shyness, feeling exposed and vulnerable in that hideous outfit.

The sheikh pointed to a long velvet divan where the two would have to lie down. There were two identical, enormous dildos, as well as two tubes of lubricant. It was clear what the sheikh expected of the two actors, but even so, he verbalized it:

“For the next challenge, whoever has the deepest hole wins!”

David didn't even know where to start. How would he sit? What position would be best for anal penetration? Henry, on the other hand, grabbed the tube of lubricant and sat down on the couch, sticking his fat ass up and letting lubricant drip onto his plump buttocks, polishing them in front of the audience. John Krasinski, who watched everything while serving drinks and occasionally sucking off the men in the audience, was happy with Henry's progress in this game. He had complete faith that his friend Henry Cavill would win this battle.

Henry began to insert two fingers into his anus, seeming to explore the hole. David, nervous, decided to imitate his opponent, his eyes fixed on Cavill's body, but imitating him poorly and unsensually. Henry, on the other hand, had a natural sensuality as he penetrated himself, showing that he already had a lot of experience in what he was doing. Henry then took the dildo, lubricating it well, then putting the bulbous tip in his asshole, penetrating him slowly, with low moans of pleasure. The audience held their breath, all crazed with lust at the sight of Henry Cavill fucking himself with a dildo.

David lubricated the dildo thoroughly, thrusting it inside himself without any care. He pushed the dildo deep inside, trying to shove it all in at once, without any patience. David was sweating and red-faced as he gritted his teeth and tried to deal with the pain. Henry, on the other hand, smiled as he fucked himself with the dildo in an exciting back-and-forth motion, stimulating himself in the process. His caged cock drooled, even wetting the couch. It didn't take long for Henry to shove the entire 12-inch long dildo into his anus, moaning with pleasure as he caressed his balls, unable to stimulate his locked penis.

“Looks like we have a winner, boys!” announced the sheikh excitedly, as the audience gave Henry a standing ovation, watching the balls of the dildo bump against the British actor's fleshy buttocks.

Henry began riding the dildo, grinding, fucking himself on the cock, wishing it were real. He moaned like a whore, and David hated getting a hard-on while watching his opponent beat him. He clenched his hands into fists, fighting the anger. Why did Henry Cavill have to be so sexy?

Getting on all fours on the couch, Henry Cavill grabbed the dildo by the base, fucking his ass hard, making his ass cheeks shake, glistening with lubricant. The audience went wild. He sped up his thrusts, slamming the dildo deep into his hole, hitting his prostate, until he came on the couch. The sheikh applauded proudly, grabbing Henry by his long hair and making him clean the cum off the couch.

“Don't be a dirty bitch, clean up your mess!” The sheikh rubbed Henry's face in his own cum, dirtying him. Henry cleaned everything up, as ordered, and was then announced as the big winner of that challenge. “Another 10 million for Henry Cavill's account! The bitch is killing it today, folks!”

David was limping, his asshole aching, but he made his way to center stage, where Henry's fist was raised in the air as he was announced as the big winner of the fourth game.

“And for our fifth game, we'll have fisting!” announced the sheikh happily, while David turned pale with fear. Fisting? David had barely been able to handle a 12-inch dildo, how was he going to handle a fist inside his ass? “I'll use my fists to fuck both of your holes myself. Whoever wins gets ten million.”

As much as he tried to be humble, Henry knew that this challenge was already his. He fucked his ass daily, even when he wasn't working for Supernova. Henry Cavill was simply addicted to anal, so taking a fist up his ass would be no surprise. He just needed to get there before David did. Despite being immature and inexperienced, David was hasty; Henry could easily imagine David hurting himself just to win that game.

The two competitors lay down on the same couch, while the sheikh approached the two stars with a naughty smile on his face. He slapped both actors' asses, admiring them, and then took a huge tube of lubricant, lubricating his hands first, and then lubricating the already wet assholes of the two sluts. 

The sheikh stuck two fingers into both holes. Henry's hole was looser, so he stuck a third finger in. David tried to control himself, but the anticipation was killing him. The sheikh tried a third finger inside David, but encountered resistance, so he stuck with two.

“That's not fair!” protested David, full of courage, his face red from the effort. “Henry's an old slut here at Supernova. This is my first job! There's no way I can take a fist on my first job!”

“I got fisted and punched in my mancunt on my first day at work!” Henry claimed, with a proud smile. He didn't want to brag, but he had to tell the truth. David Corenswet was a brat and needed to wake up to reality, he needed to understand that this was much more than just a game. 

David looked at him mortified, shaking his head in denial, seeming to disbelieve it.

“Well, that happened because you're a faggot, Cavill, not me,” David said.

“So you want to give up?” asked the sheikh, removing his fingers from inside David, who looked at him terrified, shaking his head, saying no.

“No, that's not what I meant! Please, fist me!” begged David, eliciting a smile from the Arab man.

“Whatever you want, slut,” replied the Arab, with a wicked smile, sticking three fingers inside David, while Henry was already taking four fingers and was starting to take the fifth. “You're so deep, Cavill! Such a perfect whore!”

“Yes!” moaned Cavill, as effeminately as possible, holding his knees while standing with his legs spread, exposed like a slut. “Fist my cunt.”

The sheikh's fist went deep, fisting Henry's mancunt and making him moan, while you could see the outline of the sheikh's fist on Cavill's toned abdomen, who even pissed himself. The punches went deep into Henry's guts, making him grit his teeth and moan with lust.

“Yes, yes, yes, fist my cunt! Go deeper, daddy! Yes!”

“I'm going to take my fist out, make that cunt bloom for me!”

“Yes, daddy!”

The sheikh pulled his fist out of Henry, causing a beautiful prolapse to appear, red and wet. The sheikh licked the red flesh, exciting Henry, who peed himself with pleasure. Meanwhile, David remained abandoned, with only four fingers inside his mancunt.

“Fist my cunt, damn it!” David complained, and the sheikh obeyed, shoving his fist into Corenswet's hole, making him scream and writhe. “Damn it!” David cried, crying.

“Fisting is an art, my friend!” Henry said to David, not arrogantly, but humbly and in a friendly tone.

“Fuck you, you fucking faggot!” David replied.

The sheikh stopped eating Henry's red prolapse, standing up and announcing Cavill as the big winner. David, furious, punched the couch he was sitting on, unable to accept his defeat.

“Henry Cavill is the newest winner. The score is 4 to 1.”

The sheikh then pointed to the stage exit, so that the two stars could go and rest.

“Rest up, bitches. There are still many games ahead.”

Henry and David exchanged a long look, leaving the stage together and heading for the break room.