Prologue Part 1
Chris Evans swung his fists wildly at the defenseless punching bag. It creaked and crunched against his heavy blows.
His face was contorted in anger, and his rippling muscles gleamed with sweat. His hulking upper body was barely contained in his thin white T-shirt, and the outline of his impressive pecs swelled in the dim lighting of his expansive basement gym.
He stopped to catch his breath while listening to the frantic voice of his agent pleading in the tiny Bluetooth earpiece attached to his head.
Chris’ smooth, deep voice interrupted the high-pitched rasp of his agent, “Sal, no, Sal, li-listen to me, Sal! How many times do I have to tell you I’m done with the superhero stuff?” He paused to listen before cutting in angrily, “I don’t care how much they’re offering; I’m fucking done!”
Chris paced across the floor. His heavy steps echoed off the walls. Sal did what he always did and talked, talked, talked. Chris shook his head and rubbed at his chiseled jaw. He wasn’t about to let Sal talk him out of what he wanted again. Not this time.
Chris shouted, “Let’s get this straight. You work for ME, Sal! God knows we’ve made a lot of money together, but I’m serious this time.” Sal sighed from the other end of the call. Chris lowered his voice, “Find me a serious role. Some low-budget, art-house shit. So long as nobody is wearing a goddamn cape, I’ll listen to the pitch.”
With that, Chris hung up while Sal was mid-sentence. He hoped his point finally got across to his longtime friend and partner. He was sure Sal was the right man for the job, but he had to break through to him!
He wiped the sweat from his brow and headed to the basement bathroom. He looked around the room and sighed. He had four sinks, two gigantic showers and an expensive french bidet. It was an expensive bathroom for an expensive gym. It wasn’t even remotely necessary to have all this hardware, but he wanted it, so he bought it. He stared into the mirror at his finely maintained and sculpted appearance.
He’d worked so hard to earn every dollar, but it now seemed so meaningless. He was just that guy from ‘Avengers.’ If he didn’t pull away HARD from ‘Captain America,’ that’s all he’d be remembered for. He flexed and admired his solid biceps, then gave himself a pearly white grin. Look at him! He was still in his prime! He was finally ready to move on and cut his teeth on something challenging.
Resolved, Chris grabbed a towel and headed for the shower, stripping his sweaty clothing off in the process. He stopped and turned to see himself one last time, fully nude.
He couldn’t help but admire himself once again. He spent a few seconds shaking his hips and watching his impressive cock swing back and forth between his bulky, muscled thighs. It may have looked like he had it all, but Chris knew he was ready for something new.
