Date: Thu, 21 Apr 2011 00:11:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: fanboi214@yahoo.com
Subject: The Celebrity Challenge: Part 1

Disclaimer: First and foremost I have to say that this story is work of
fiction.  I have no knowledge of the habits of any of the celebrities named
in it, nor do I mean to imply anything about them or their sexuality.
Secondly I should not that this is an ADULT work that features graphic
male/male sexual encounters.  There's nothing overly graphic in this
chapter but there will be in future installments.  If you are not of age to
read such works, or are offended by such please do not read them.

Note: This is going to be an interactive work.  For every chapter there
will be polls/illustrations (by my talented partner in crime Demon48180) at
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/The_Celebrity_Challenge and
http://celebchal.livejournal.com.  I encourage you to vote whenever the
opportunity is given and send any feedback, suggestions, or complaints to
fanboi214@yahoo.com.  Also the fic is intended to be in the style of a
reality show.  Text written in the following format: Character name:
comment in italics signifies an interview given to the camera.

   There was never anything quite like The Celebrity Challenge before.  It
was a reality competition like no other, there was no intended air date, no
network censorship, no grand prize waiting at the end.  In fact, the entire
thing was never meant for public consumption.  It was more like a modern
day casting couch, aptly named The Celebrity Challenge as fame was both a
requirement for participation, and a reward.  You see, the challenge was
the brain child of a certain VERY rich and VERY powerful Hollywood
producer, who had a certain fondness for hot and heavy man on man action.
He gathered the ten most tantalizing men in entertainment and offered them
the opportunity to impress him.  They all of course jumped at the chance
knowing that if they won this competition their careers would be made.

   All ten celebs agreed to isolate themselves from society, reside in a
house, and take place in weekly competitions.  Each week one of the guys
would be kicked out of the house, until one alpha-male was left standing.
It was a simple enough concept, almost like Big Brother but with a twist.
What precisely their challenge would entail was never made explicitly
clear, but they all were very much aware that they were entering a contest
of sexual prowess, one that would have a heavy emphasis on same sex
relations.  Such encounters would be far more `challenging' to some
contestants than to others, as these contestants ranged from some of tinsel
towns most notorious same-sex playboys to guys who have never so much as
had sexual thought about the male form.

   The Celebrity Challenge began simple enough.  Ten men were seated in ten
identical rooms.  There was nothing notable about the rooms.  Each had four
walls, one door, some hidden cameras, a loudspeaker, and one unremarkable
bench.  The men inside had no clue what their new home would look like, who
they would be living with, or what would be asked of them.  Perhaps one of
the most anxious contestants was Chris Evans.  When first invited to
participate, Chris was both flattered and pretty damn confident.  After
being cast as Captain America, Chris spent night and day toning his already
more than impressive physique.  He knew he had the body to be alpha-male
but he found himself increasingly on edge at the prospect of homosexual
activities.  Back in high-school, Chris had allowed one of his brother's
gay friends to give him a blowjob (which actually turned out to be the best
of his life to date) but that had been his only same sex encounter.  Taking
a deep breath, Chris ran his fingers through his hair and reminded himself
that this might actually be a good time.  Across the way, Supernatural star
Jensen Ackles needed no such reminder.  His foot tapped rapidly, as he sat
on the bench.  His intense stare nearly bore a hole through the door, as
the gorgeous man passively chewed on his lower lip.  Unlike Chris, Jensen
was pretty well versed in the art of male persuasion.  The CW was a very
close knit group of exceedingly beautiful guys most.... who are we
kidding... all of which loved nothing more than having sex with each other.
In that group, Jensen, a veteran since his days on Smallville, was king.
Having fucked, sucked, been blown and fucked by every man on his network
Jensen had a well earned expert for being a tireless hound, and one of the
best lays in Hollywood.  As such he knew that win or lose, he would love
what was about to happen.

     The loudspeakers in Jensen and Chris's rooms crackled to life.  "Your
door has been unlocked.  Please make your way into the connecting room," a
monotone voice gently ordered.  The connecting room was a huge living room,
equipped with a series of couches, end tables, and plenty of free space.
There were five doors on one wall, and five across from them.  On the left
side of the room, one of the doors swung open and Jensen strode out, a shit
eating grin plastered across his face.  He rubbed his hands together and
surveyed the room.  One of the doorknobs on the right side began to jiggle.
The door creaked open and Mr. Evans ventured out.  He immediately made eye
contact with Jensen, whose face had a look that could hardly be described.
It was unmistakably predatory yet charming and calming even.  Jensen looked
him up and down, though the aggression was tempered with a gentle
welcoming.  Jensen: I am definitely happy to see Chris.  Handsome face.
Chiseled body.  I'm gonna have fun breaking him in.  Jensen moves towards
the other man with hand outreached.  "Hey," Jensen said with a cool
confidence, as the two shook hands.

   They were soon interrupted by the crackle of the loudspeaker.  "Good
morning, gentlemen.  It is requested that you refrain from interacting
until otherwise instructed.  Please return to your respective sides, and
strip naked."  That got a chuckle from both men, the sheer oddity of the
request overriding the otherwise awkward tone of the interaction.  Each man
made their was back to their perspective side.  Jensen could feel Chris's
eyes on him as he began to undo his belt.  Flashing up a sly grin, the
Supernatural star slowly slid the belt through the belt loops of his
khakis.  Chris: To say that he is flirting with me is the understatement of
the century.  I normally wouldn't think much of it, but I mean... he's
pretty, prettier than most women.  It's kind of hard not to stare when he
flashes that smile.  Jensen's fingers, playful tugged back and forth at his
zipper as Chris decided to get down to business.  Chris slid off his sleek
leather jacket and hastily pulled off his the tight white cotton T that was
hugging his muscular frame.  Jensen slowly slid his black undershirt up and
over his head, and began to quietly swivel his hips, until his khaki's
slithered down his legs and he was standing there with nothing other than a
very impressive bulge in a pair of tighty whites.  At that point he stood
still, and Chris continued to stare, intrigued.  It took a minute for Chris
to realize why Jensen's strip tease came to a sudden halt; it was Chris's
turn.  Chris rapidly dispensed with his own jeans, and the sensible cloth
boxers until he was standing in his birthday suit.  Jensen grinned.  If
that was Captain America, the country sure as hell had something to be
proud about.  Making good on his unspoken agreement, Jensen shucked off his
underwear revealing his quite sizable cock.  Chris was impressed, and he
guessed it showed on his face because Jensen shot him a wink that said
"everything's bigger in Texas."

   Before the intimate duel could advance any further, two more doors slid
open, one on each side of the room.  Out of the one on Chris's side
sauntered Twilight superstar Taylor Lautner.  Chris: They are definitely
pulling out the big guns.  Taylor was one of the, if not THE, "it" boy in
the film business.  The young star was known nearly as well for his sexual
escapades as his smoldering good looks.  Taylor was no stranger to gay sex,
and he did intend to have fun while he was here, but he didn't seem nearly
as cavalier as Jensen had about the entire ordeal.  He gave a quiet once
over to the two men whose gorgeous and very naked bodies were on display,
and then his gaze drifted to the man who just exited the door across from
his.  The man was noticeably skittish.  Smart money would say that this was
going to be his first foray into the world of homosexuality.  He wasn't a
striking beauty like Jensen or a powerhouse jock like Chris.  He definitely
had a sexiness to him though, it was just a kind of bookish, nerdy sexiness
as he fiddled with the threads at the base of his shirt.  Zachary Levi was,
as one would've assumed, inexperienced in same sex dalliances, though in
truth such a reality only seemed to add to his charm.  Taylor made a note
of how cute Zach was before hastily stripping down.  Taylor was more than
comfortable with his body, not a surprise considering he was shirtless in
95% of all pictures taken of him in any normal circumstance.  In a
supercharged sexual environment, it was really a miracle he remained
clothed as long as he did.  In three minutes time he was naked and standing
against the wall, next to Chris.  By which point, Zach was still
absentmindedly pulling at the threads of his shirt.  Zach: I'm just
standing there in the room with three naked gods, and I know I'm supposed
to strip too but I don't have a freaking eight pack like they do.  Fixing
his mind on the task at hand, Zach closed his eyes and pulled off his
shirt, slid off his pants, and tossed his underwear aside.  He tried to
ignore the cold breeze blowing against him, as his eyes cracked open.  He
could see Jensen.  Then man offered a taciturn grin, meant to be welcoming
or soothing.  But for one reason or the next, it made Zach all the more
uneasy.  He stiffened up and looked straight ahead, only to find Chris and
Taylor give him the same gentle, reassuring look.  Zach: They were clearly
trying to make me feel comfortable.  I appreciate that.  Zach smiled to
himself before climbing in line.

   The next set of doors swung open and Channing Tatum walked out of one of
the doors on the right.  The pattern was becoming clear.  Film stars were
on the right side of the room, TV personalities on the left.  The G.I. Joe
stud was the film team's token straight boy.  In his time as a stripper,
Channing certainly gotten more than his share of male admirers, but he'd
never crossed any sort of line with them.  He began to disrobe, carefully
folding each article of clothing as it slid from his flesh, as he looked
around the room.  Straight boy that he was, he saw a room of handsome naked
men, nothing more nothing less.  Across from him was Criminal Minds star
Shemar Moore.  Shemar saw much more in the room than Channing.  Shemar saw
pretty boys, just waiting to get drilled with a big black cock, and he
couldn't wait to be the man to give them a pounding.  Shemar walked with a
certain swagger, it was the same swagger he did everything with.  A cocky
grin plastered on his face he locked eyes with the young Twilight star,
making his eventual intent all too clear.  Taylor was surprised by the
forwardness but encouraged what felt like his own private strip tease from
the Nubian god.  Tossing his sweatshirt to the ground, Shemar revealed his
breathtaking chest.  With rippling abs, heaving pecs, and huge biceps,
Shemar was definitely meeting his objective of pleasing Lautner.  He bent
down to to undo his pants, intentionally showing off his taut and gorgeous
back muscles in the process.  The strip down was closely reaching it's
grand reveal.  Shemar pulled at his ill fitting boxers, at this point the
sole garment on his body, and inch by inch his skin became visible until
the boxers fluttered to the ground and his big, thick pendulum dick swung
out in the open. Taylor: Shemar is.... let's just say that Shemar is a very
impressive man.  With his trademark swagger the ebony adonis took his place
in the line up, having left the desired affect on his quarry.  Had he been
a little more observant, he might have realized that Taylor was not the
only man he impressed.  With a gleam in his eye, Jensen Ackles licked his
lips.  He liked this man's style.

    Two more doors were unlocked, and the first man who emerged was a
familiar young blonde.  Chord Overstreet was relatively new to the
Hollywood scene, but he made a big splash, having been added to the cast of
Glee as their unabashed source of eye candy.  Fresh faced, hard bodied, and
ready to explore, Chord wore an innocent smile on his face.  Chord: The
first thing that I noticed? Cocks.  Huge fucking cocks.  Shemar, Channing,
and Jensen are.... [chuckle] what can I say?  I'm a size queen.  Chord was
a looker, there could be no question at that.  The man who came from the
door opposite him, however, was so striking that everyone seemed to forget
poor Chord was in the room.  Zac Effron was a blond haired, blue eyed,
baby-faced beauty in the prime of his life.  Young enough to still retain
his boyish cuteness, but old enough to have the hunky strength of a man.
The contestants watched on bated breath, as the feather haired blond
unzipped his jacket revealing a form-fitting shirt, that wrapped around his
tantalizing form.  Chris: Gorg- Channing: -eous Zach: No questions.  The
shirt soon drifted to the floor and Zac's jeans followed suit.  Ever since
Zac first appeared, Taylor had a huge smile plastered across his face.
Young Hollywood was small.  He already knew Zac, intimately from time to
time but mainly just as a friend.  It was a load off to know that there was
at least one familiar face.  Zac was equally pleased to know that he had a
friend here.  Once he was naked he rushed over to Taylor and gave the other
man a welcoming hug. It was a sight that was met with resounding approval,
most notably from Shemar and Jensen.  As Taylor and Zac's bodies pressed
together, Shemar let loose a sharp whistle, and Jensen cried out his own
cat call of "Oh yeah!"  Zac glanced over at his admirers with an amused
smirk, before pulling Taylor into a deep kiss.  Jensen and Shemar let loose
their whoops and hollers of approval until the louspeaker chimed back in.
"Mr. Ackles, Mr. Moore, you are reminded that silence is imperative at this
stage in the process," the loudspeaker reprimanded.  Zac tossed one hand
around Taylor's shoulder and stood at ease.  Across the way the two TV
stars bit their tongues and exchanged glances as they each tried to
suppress giggle fits, like scolded school boys.  Zach: These two guys
living together... it might be a very good or a very bad thing.

     With eight men positioned as instructed, the final pair of doors
unlocked.  On the right side Green Lantern's Ryan Reynolds emerged.  Ryan
was a welcome addition to the line up, from his strong, sharp jaw to his
sick body, Ryan was a hottie.  Ry also happened to be a bisexual.  He had
been man about Hollywood in his heyday, during the course of his marriage
he had reasonably been lacking the requisite manlove.  Fresh off the heels
of his break up, he was eager to indulge some of his carnal desire, and
maybe get a career bump out of it too.  He happily surveyed the delicious
smorgasbord that sat before his eyes.  The final addition to the cast, was
perhaps the most heterosexual and the least famous of the group.  You'd
think such things would reasonably lead to some shyness about his present
situation.  If you did, you had never met WWE's Mike the "Miz."  He never
once considered the remotest possibility that he wouldn't dominate totally.
So cocky son of bitch that he was, Miz thundered out of his door and took a
look at all the future losers before him.  Without giving much of a second
thought, he began to discard his clothing.  Ever the showman, Miz decided
to strike a number of poses through the process.  Flexing his muscles in
cheesy but nonetheless effective muscleman poses, his behavior raised a few
eyebrows amongst the men, no one quite knew how to react. What captured the
attention of the other castmates was not so much another set of gorgeous
guys getting rid of all their clothes, but that each of these men had
something extra, a large bottle.  They didn't acknowledge it initially.
Ryan and the Miz simply stripped naked and got in line like the rest of the
men.

   "Welcome, gentlemen, to The Celebrity Challenge.  As you may have
devised, I have separated you into two teams, one of film stars and the
other of television stars.  You will compete in a series of challenges at
my request.  I've asked you to strip because the clothing you wear here
will be assigned and given to you at a later time.  I request you stay
unclothed for the next twenty four hours."  The voice explained "Now I'm
sure you're all anxious to get to know each other and explore your
surroundings.  First however, there's one thing more I ask of you."

   "Can we talk, yet?" Zac Effron called out curiously.

   "Most certainly." The voice answered with a light laugh.  "Now Miz,
Ryan.  I've given each of you a large body of bottle oil.  Please select
one member of your team and ask him to apply it to your entire body."

   "All right," Ryan lit up with joy as he considered his options.

   The Miz perked up and stepped out of line.  Walking back and forth,
along the length of lineup he looked each man over from head to to.  "Well,
well, who hear thinks they're worthy enough to worship the body of the man
who is going to kick your ass!" he taunted.

   "Boy, I think you gotta screw loose," Shemar chuckled in shock.

   "Is that a request?" Miz snorted getting up in Shemar's face.

   "Sure as hell isn't." Shemar replied pulling back a bit, in hopes of
increasing the uncomfortably close distance between their faces.

   "Sounds like it to me," Miz laughed shoving the bottle into Shemar's
hand.  Shemar took it begrudgingly.  He glanced up at the loudspeaker.
This guy seemed like the definition of a jackass, but Shemar knew the
game's master would prefer he acquiesce to the request.  Shemar poured an
ample amount of oil on his hands and began kneading it into the Miz's
admittedly impressive shoulders, before letting his hands guide down to the
man's biceps.  "Don't look so uncomfortable, buddy," Miz patronized as he
slapped Shemar on the ass.

   Ryan had a much smoother time in enlisting the services of Chris Evans.
At present the blonde superhero's fingers drifted down Ryan's half greased
abs.  Chris was clearly curious, and Ryan was only too eager to allow him
the opportunity to explore.  "Getting in those crevices, making sure
they're nice and oily?" Ryan joked.

   "Can't miss a spot," Chris responded, his finger sliding along
indentations of Ryan's abs.

   "Ever gonna move on?" Ryan laughed.

   "I'm working my way down," Chris's voice wavered.

   "Never touched another man's dick, huh?"

   "Can't say that I have."

   "First time for everything," Ryan said taking Chris's hand and placing
it on his own cock.  "Don't worry.  Should be easy it's not hard or
anything."  Chris let Ryan guide his hand.  His slick fingers slid over the
other man's flaccid dick, sending a shiver of pleasure up Ryan's body.
"Oh, so gentle..." Ryan teased "You really know how to please a man,
Chrissy."

   Chris Evans cleared his throat and took a step back.  "There' you go.
Officially all greased.  Head to toe."

   "Then I do believe it is your turn," Ryan said picking up the bottle.
"May I do the honor?"

   Across the way, Miz's torso glistened with a fresh sheen of oil.  Shemar
was kneeling down finishing up with Mike's legs.  "I love you down there,"
Miz laughed, "It's like your bowing before me."

   "Yeah, well don't get used to that," Shemar remarked sardonically as he
rose from the now fully slicked man before him.  "Because I highly doubt
that's going to happen again."

   Relieved of his duty, Shemar took the bottle of oil and made his way
over to Jensen.  "Hey, sweetness, my name is Shemar," He introduced himself
with a very wide welcoming smile, and Jensen reciprocated.  "Would you mind
oiling me up?" Shemar requested.

   "I was hoping you'd ask that," Jensen grinned.  Jensen took the bottle
from Shemar and splashed it across his chest.  He stood there a minute, not
touching, admiring the flow of liquid down the other man's chiseled form.

   "Mr. Lautner, Mr. Overstreet, you will each find a bottle of oil in the
rooms from which you exited.  Let's liven up these festivities, shall we?"
The voice from the speaker box asked.

   Chord and Taylor took the hint and things really started to heat up.  In
no time, Miz was rubbing all over Chord's sexy little body and Zac and
Taylor were having a ball together.  Playfully squirting each other with
the oil, the two teen idols were all but three seconds from what could only
be described as oil wrestling.  Meanwhile, Jensen was putting in some extra
credit with Shemar.  Not content to merely slather his ebony hunk with oil,
the CW star had been doing some serious massaging and Shemar grunted in his
acceptance happily.  "Damn, boo," Shemar cooed.  "It's like you're a
fucking masseuse," Shemar mewled as Jensen stood behind him, Jensen's hands
wrapped around his waist and pressing Shemar's back close to Jensen's naked
chest.  "But you missed a spot," Shemar added referring to his pecs, the
only part of his body not left shimmering.

   "Nope," Jensen replied.  Leaning in so he could nip at Shemar's ear.
"Saved that for last."

   On the other side of the room, Chris and Channing stood slacked jawed,
taking in the naked reverie that had burst forth.  They new it was mild in
comparison to what was to come.  It was exciting and intimidating.  "Hey
there, straightos." Ryan teased throwing his arms around their shoulders.
"Enjoying the shows?"  And what shows they were.  In addition to Miz and
Cordy working together to get a very tense Zach nice and greasy, Taylor and
Zac's oiled bodies still writhed about a few feet from them.  Zac was
straddling Taylor's body, running his hands back and forth over Lautner's
shoulders before leaning down and gently nuzzling the end of his face.
"I'm afraid you're fully greased."  Then there was Jensen and Shemar.
Jensen's head lowered to the other man's nipple and gently took it between
his lips.  Shemar inhaled sharply, breathlessly.  His toes curled, hands
clenched and his legs wobbled, as Jensen's tongue flicked it's way around
the sensitive skin of his nipples.  After giving one the tender love and
care he deigned necessary he moved on to the other.  The pleasure was
written all over Shemar's face... it was that kind of slow tortuous joy
that felt so good that one craved everything happen faster and yet go on
forever.  As Jensen finished and got to his feet, Shemar leaned in to
whisper in his ear.  "I am going to fuck you so hard," Shemar growled
fiercely.

"It better be harder than I've ever had it," Jensen snarked back.

"You keep this up, I'll plow your ass until you can't walk," he added with
a low lusty tone.

The gawkers had moved on, most of them anyway.  Ryan had taken to making
sure Channing was covered but Chris kept staring at the display Jensen and
Shemar were putting on.  He remembered that ridiculously enticing smile
Jensen gave him when they first walked out.  "Wow, Captain, you really are
enjoying the show," Ryan laughed as he caught a glance of Chris.

"What..." Chris said snapping out of it.

"You've got a stiffy," Channing laughed.  Chris was completely taken off
guard. "I do?" He felt like he was blushing, but he wasn't sure.  It seemed
silly to blush now.  He was standing naked and greased in front of a room
of equally greased and naked men and this was causing him to get flustered.
The surprise broke, and Chris repeated himself "I do...  I'm aroused by
other men."  He sounded excited, almost proud.  Looking down at his harden
dick he practically beamed... it was kind of abso-fucking-lutely adorable
to see this big strong alpha-male so proud of the fact that he did, indeed,
have homosexual tendencies.

"And now you make out with them too," Ryan grinned before stealing a kiss.

Shemar took the bottle of oil from Jensen "My turn now, boo."

"You and me can finish this later," Jensen said, snatching the bottle back.
"One of our friends seems like he needs some attention."  On the outskirts
of the whole sordid affair was Zachary Levi.  The hot nerd, tried his best
to fit in, but the entire time he seemed somewhat uncomfortable out of
place.  He saw Jensen approaching him and cringed.  He knew the oversexed
star was probably intent on making him feel comfortable but, Zach really
just wished he could fade into the background.  "Would you help me with
something?" Jensen asked.

"I'm sure you'd have much better time with one of the other..." Zach began
to protest but Jensen cut him off putting the oil bottle in Zach's hand.

Things were winding down for the most part.  Zac Effron hung back with
Taylor as they looked out over the room.  "So what do we think?" Zac asked
with a smirk.

"Glad you're here.  Glad we're on the same team." Taylor responded evenly.

"Agreed.  The others... are interesting."

"Hell yeah," Taylor laughed.  "I promise you one thing, I'm sucking Shemar
dry before we get out of here."

"I guess he'd pretty hot... in that obvious I'm so fucking buff, and
gorgeous kind of way," Zac surmised.

"Oh?" Taylor laughed "Who do you have your eye on?"

"Chuck over there is a cutey." Zac responded.

"Zachary Levi?" Taylor responded.

"Just look at him," Zac laughed.

Zach's hands ran back and forth over Jensen's bare ass.  "What's it feel
like?" Jensen asked not bothering to look back at the man behind him.  Zach
seemed confused by the question and didn't answer initially. "What's it
feel like?" Jensen asked again, Zach's hands quickly running down his butt
cheeks.

"I.. I don't know... soft... firm... big?"

"But what does it feel like?" Jensen persisted.

"I... I don't know.  Just an ass." Zach said glad to be done with his task.
He stepped back, unaware that the other Zac had been keeping an interested
eye on him.

"Exactly," Jensen said as he turned to him.  "It's not a guys ass... or a
girls ass.  It's just an ass.  A kiss is just a kiss, and blowjob is just a
blowjob.  Remember that.  It'll help you lighten up." Jensen gave him a
wink before sauntering his freshly oiled body back to the line up.  Zach
reluctantly followed uncertain about what his experience would bring him.

"Gentlemen, I appreciate your cooperation," the speakerbox crackled.

"Anytime, Charlie," Ryan cracked.

"Yes, well, angels, I just have one thing more to ask of you and then
you'll be free to roam.  In each of the rooms you've emerged from, there is
a piece of paper.  On it please rank the other men on your team... 1
through 4 in terms of their attractiveness.  One being the most attractive
and four being the least attractive.  Other than that... have fun men." The
voice ended and the ten men exchanged looks.  What was to happen next was
entirely up to them...


All right, so that was the first chapter.  Sorry about the lack of hardcore
smut and long length but I needed to get those pesky `plot' and `character'
things out of the way first.  :) The next section should be much more
meaty.  As stated above all comments, requests, concerns, are welcomed at
fanboi214@yahoo.com.  Particularly I'd like to know who you guys would like
to be ranked as the most attractive man on each team.  And sites with polls
and fakes are http://groups.yahoo.com/group/The_Celebrity_Challenge and
http://celebchal.livejournal.com.