Chris Pratt bound

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of pure erotic fantasy. I have no desire to inflict any sort of pain or harm on Mr. Pratt in any way, shape or form!

Some people absolutely dread Mondays. I used to but not anymore. In fact, I had been wishing for this particular Saturday and Sunday to rush by. Strange, huh?

I guess I should explain. As a personal trainer here in Hollywood, it's typical for me to meet the stars of the moment. When they are about to shoot a new movie they look for me to get them into shape. Case in point: before he began his work on "Avengers: Endgame," Chris Pratt - Star Lord himself - contacted me one Friday night to set up his training regimen to start on Monday.

He and I have worked together since "Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 1." I pride myself in saying I was the one who transformed him from a chubby, goofy sitcom player to the ripped, sexy stud you see today. I have to confess; During our grueling workouts, Watching his body turn into rock-hard muscle not only made me proud but horny as fuck. As long as I can remember, I've always been attracted to muscular guys. That's why I decided to dedicate myself to this line of work. And despite having so many amazing-looking actors as clients, Chris has that special something that makes him my favorite.

During our sessions together I've seen him exercise with very little on. Most of the time it was a tank top and skimpy white nylon gym shorts that left little to the imagination. Yeah, there have been lots of nights where I've jacked off thinking about his muscular and sweaty body, my nose buried deep in a jock I "borrowed" from his gym bag while he was showering. And although his interest in me is purely professional (as far as I know), he's totally cool with me touching his chest, arms, back or ass when showing him how to do the training circuit the right way.

So, when Monday finally arrived and I knew that I would have him in my gym, alone I decided to do something that would both prank and finally fulfill my fantasies with him. Risky? Shit, yeah - but if I pulled it off, it would be fucking hot! 

I closed my gym early and made sure all windows were shaded since the sessions with him were of course private. I began thinking of his tight, sweat-slicked body next to mine and immediately got hard, my cock straining against my jock and making an obvious bulge in my workout gear. I was debating if I had enough time for a quick wank when I heard the familiar knock on the private entrance door. Unlocking it, Chris approached me and gave me a big and friendly "bro-hug" as he usually did. I naturally took the opportunity to hold him a bit tighter and longer than usual, wondering if he felt my hardened cock stuffed into my jock. When we were done, he went to the locker/shower area to change while I set up the weights for our session. So I guess you can imagine my reaction when Chris Pratt - one of the sexiest men alive today - came out of the changing area in just a pair of white briefs and sneakers. He said that he wanted to focus on form and definition and that a friend of his had recommended an underwear workout. It was all I could do not to pass out but acted like it was just another day at the gym. I suggested a warm-up followed by a wrestling match. He was totally on board with it.

We started the warm-up and as he started to sweat I couldn't stop thinking about how sexy he looked. After a few minutes we started the match, and I could see that Chris, his body still impressive, lacked the strength and stamina he usually had when his body was in top form. I was winning the match very easily. Before long I was on top of him, with my arms around his neck and a roaring hard-on in my jock at the prospect of having Chris Pratt subdued. And suddenly that gave me an idea: during one of our many chats Chris had remarked how co-star Chris Hemsworth's character "Thor" had been restrained and gagged at the beginning of "Avengers: Infinity War" and how 'things like that never happen to my characters.'

From the self-defense classes I took I knew that a little pressure at just the right spot causes your assailant to pass out. Nothing major, just out for a few minutes so you can make your escape. Needless to say, in moments Chris lay peacefully on my wrestling mat. I knew he would wake up soon so I dashed to the storeroom and came back with some ropes that I use for resistance training. Seeing Chris Pratt totally defenseless before me clad only in his underwear made my confined cock even harder. I crouched down beside him and gently squeezed one of his pecs with my hand, while with the other I rubbed the sweaty fabric covering his crotch. I then put my face close to his bulge and inhaled deeply, getting into the musky scent that his groin gave off. Trembling with excitement, I finally lowered his shorts, tasting his sweaty cock and balls. Seeing Chris Pratt almost naked in front of me made me crazy with desire as I reached for the ropes.

When Chris woke up, I had him tied on my gym's balance blocks (with a rope harness to keep him safe) and gagged with - you guessed it -- duct tape. It was just as I had always fantasized about seeing him and it was my time to enjoy it. 

Struggling against the ropes and grunting behind his tape gag, Chris looked at me, a mix of questioning and concern in his eyes.

Smiling, I simply said, "New training routine."