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Okay, this is the third and final one of these for now. I took this one a bit further than the others, and it's longer. Like Chris Evans and Harry Judd, there are some real interview extracts to add authenticity, and then a whole lot of fantasy. Hope you enjoy...
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There’s a lot to like about Henry Cavill, the actor and photo-shoot subject. He’s unfalteringly handsome: an unimpeachable 6’0” with hair that curls just so, a comic-book-hero physique, and a moustache that somehow really, really works for him. We didn’t think it was possible, but somehow he’s more perfect than we could have even dreamed. Him Magazine recently spent an afternoon in the company of the Hollywood superstar and came away spellbound. We knew the 36-year-old had a lot going for him – A-lister, and now, a businessman, having become a shareholder in Testoster#1 Water (more on that later) – yet what really shines through is Henry’s, decency, integrity and alpha male energy.
“I love to make people feel good, to bring a smile to someone’s face,” he says. “Or to see a man intimidated, see him doubt his masculinity, bristling to compete – that is food and drink to me.” It may sound like he’s selling the American male fantasy, but this Briton is as genuine as they come. Think of your brainy best mate; the sort of chum who will pick you up, dust you down and set you on your way. “If I can give somebody a thrill, awaken something in them, great,” he continues. “They can pass it on: strive to be more of a man, work harder in the gym, try harder to please their woman. There is no down-side.”
Him Magazine has long admired Cavill, not just because he’s hot as fuck, but also thanks to the fact that his colleagues praise his work ethic and likeability, and he has never let a setback define him. Famously, he lost out on the role of James Bond in his early twenties, and then, at the age of 30, landed the role of Superman – DC Comics’ best rebuttal to the Marvel juggernaut. The week Cavill got the role, he was calm – there was no sense of panic. Maybe that’s because he felt, just a little, that he had a fair bit in common with Superman.
“I love everything he stands for. It was wonderful to have part of my personality fall so in line with a character I can play,” he says.
And what does he stand for?
“He’s innately powerful. More of a man than any guy on the planet. That’s what I’ve always strived to be,” he says. “Not just taller, more built, more ripped than the average guy, but someone who commands respect and obedience. He has x-ray eyes, he can see through everything superficial, and with a click of his fingers you’re on your knees. That’s me. The Hulk, yes, he’s stronger, but he has no control. Superman is totally in control.”
These attributes come to the fore in his cover shoot. He leans back on a chair, angling his boulder shoulders just right. Dressed in Zegna, his power pose on point. At one stage, a fashion assistant is caught wrist-deep in the mouth of a horse: the great creature snapped up a Nespresso-sized sugar cube from her palm and didn’t want to let go. Cavill has his moment, placing a hand on its forehead and another near its nose, calming it down with a firm voice, all while wearing a Tom Ford knit and Prada loafers. Women swoon. Men swoon. Talk about great creatures. Is he aware of his effect on other mortals?
“You mean, do I know when a woman’s pussy is wet, just because she’s standing in the same room as me?” He doesn’t even look embarrassed. “Yes, of course. Do I know when there’s a gay guy on the set, or a married guy who only just realised he’s bi-, because, I don’t know, my shirt’s off, and he’s covering up a stonk-on? Of course. But that’s what I’ve fashioned myself. Not just to be Superman, but to be ‘Henry Cavill’. It works, doesn’t it? It’s working right now on you.”
He speaks in this bassy, royal British accent, and reaches for words like ‘fashioned’ when boring old ‘built’ would have done the job. I can’t deny it, I tell him. He has a power over me.
“Because I was a chubby kid. No, no I was chubby,” he insists. “It’s definitely something which does play with your head when you’re young. You think, can I push my body, can I become that masculine ideal, that embodiment of power, authority and attractiveness. I don’t let things I’ve achieved define me. I define me in whichever way I wish. Do you think I built this body just to play action heroes on screen? You think it’s just part of the job? No, I love being the superior male in the room. I love that I can make any man I want my bitch. Like you.”
I can’t meet his eye. Cavill is still wearing his photoshoot Zegna suit, stretching it out in all the right places, and I find myself staring at his crotch. The story goes that Cavill won the screen test for Man Of Steel on the strength of his big dick. They didn't have a costume to put him in, because they hadn't designed one yet. So they rooted through the Warner Bros archives, and pulled out Christopher Reeve's old outfit - the spandex one-piece he'd burst out of phone boxes in before saving Margot Kidder - and asked Cavill to wear that. "It was totally embarrassing," he says, looking genuinely mortified. "I wasn't in training. I wasn't feeling fit or looking good, and you put on a Lycra suit and it does not help it. But thankfully, however out of shape you are, your dick isn’t any smaller.” How big is it? “It’s Superman’s dick. It’s bigger than any dick you’ve ever seen before.” He kneads it idly with his fingers. “Next question.”
You weren’t actually out of shape, though, were you? You had just completed filming on Immortals, where you play Theseus. You were built like a Greek statue. “It wasn’t enough,” says Cavill. “I had to get bigger. Always. I still do. If I looked back in future I might say to myself, 'But you were huge! What are you talking about?' But yes, every day, I look in the mirror and say, 'Is it enough?'"
At one point, Cavill tells me, he got so big, he split his Clark Kent suit. And not an old suit, either. One he'd had fitted halfway through shooting, when he was already huge. And not just the jacket - the legs too. "The seams," he says, laughing, "were ripping in the trousers. Superman’s dick strikes again!” It got to the point none of his clothes even remotely fitted him. The only things he could wear was some oversized gym gear, and the Superman suit. "But, you know, that was then.”
Are you anywhere near that size now, I ask. He struggles to look modest. “Actually, I’m a little bigger than that now – and I’m still growing. I’ll never be satisfied.”
Henry’s incredible workout routines have been well-documented, so Him would love to know what he does to take things that bit further. This is where he mentions Testoster#1Water. Rather than be a brand ambassador, such was his voracious thirst for the product that he’s become a shareholder, having met the experts in male vitality behind it.
“I was looking for ways to naturally boost testosterone, hypertrophy, penile growth,” Henry explains. “I wanted this water to be environmentally responsible and ethical. Then I heard about Sterling’s Testoster#1. I tried it and then I had the opportunity to meet Professor Sterling. I do tend to keep myself healthy and fit, and so everything I put into my body responds very quickly. With Testoster#1 I felt a particular new size and power, so we started our partnership.”
Henry explains how trials show that “if you take the extract – which is the stronger, concentrated version of what the water is – 20 minutes later muscle growth is 15 per cent more effective.” He continues, “I found myself in The Witcher season one, working crazy hours, getting up at at 3.30am, working out mornings and evenings. My body fat fell, my chest grew, my arms grew. Even the Super-dick grew.”
That’s not possible, I tell him.
He’s still playing with his dick in his trousers. He stretches the suit fabric so I can see the shape of his semi, and I can’t quite believe it. I’ve genuinely never seen a penis that size outside of porn, and I mean the very biggest. “I was always hung. They used to call me Fatty Cavill, and everyone thinks I was overweight, but no – it was always about the dick. In fact, that’s half the trouble. An eight inch dick looks great on teenage Henry, but Superman Henry? So I needed to increase the length, the girth, as naturally as possible. The bulge you see in that suit? No padding required.”
He adds: “Sometimes it makes you behave a bit oddly. I used to epitomise the English gentleman, didn’t I? But increasingly, I don’t give a fuck. If it increases my power over people, I’ll say what I like, do what I want. My latest thing is cuckolding, but for a while I was addicted to Berlin Horse Markets.”
It sounds as though Testoster#1 will continue to serve Henry well. After all, this is an actor at the peak of his powers and there’s no let-up in the schedule. As we finish up, I ask him about women. I ask Cavill what he’s learned from the #MeToo moment we’re in.
“A lot of it’s blown out of proportion,” he says. “There’s something wonderful about a man chasing a woman. There’s a primal approach to that, which I like. I think a woman should be wooed and chased, and it’s very difficult to do that if there are certain rules in place. Now you really can’t pursue someone further than, ‘No’. It’s like, ‘OK, cool, your loss’. But then there’s the, ‘Oh why’d you give up?’ And it’s like, ‘Well, because I didn’t want to go to jail?’ So you’re like, ‘Forget it, I’m going to visit a call girl instead, and then just bang her all night and get this out of my system’. Or someone like you.”
Like me? You sleep with guys?
“No, I do not sleep with guys,” he says, tilting his head. “I breed them. No man is going to complain about that. Once he’s offered up his pussy to another guy, he knows he’s in that man’s power. He’s not going to the papers about that. Married guys know they’ll be humiliated forever. Gay guys are hoping for another taste. You want a taste of Henry Cavill, don’t you?’
He flexes his hard, thick, ten-inch dick. I hear the Zegna suit bust at the seams again. All in a day’s work for Henry Cavill.
- - - - -
There’s a lot to like about Henry Cavill, the actor and photo-shoot subject. He’s unfalteringly handsome: an unimpeachable 6’0” with hair that curls just so, a comic-book-hero physique, and a moustache that somehow really, really works for him. We didn’t think it was possible, but somehow he’s more perfect than we could have even dreamed. Him Magazine recently spent an afternoon in the company of the Hollywood superstar and came away spellbound. We knew the 36-year-old had a lot going for him – A-lister, and now, a businessman, having become a shareholder in Testoster#1 Water (more on that later) – yet what really shines through is Henry’s, decency, integrity and alpha male energy.
“I love to make people feel good, to bring a smile to someone’s face,” he says. “Or to see a man intimidated, see him doubt his masculinity, bristling to compete – that is food and drink to me.” It may sound like he’s selling the American male fantasy, but this Briton is as genuine as they come. Think of your brainy best mate; the sort of chum who will pick you up, dust you down and set you on your way. “If I can give somebody a thrill, awaken something in them, great,” he continues. “They can pass it on: strive to be more of a man, work harder in the gym, try harder to please their woman. There is no down-side.”
Him Magazine has long admired Cavill, not just because he’s hot as fuck, but also thanks to the fact that his colleagues praise his work ethic and likeability, and he has never let a setback define him. Famously, he lost out on the role of James Bond in his early twenties, and then, at the age of 30, landed the role of Superman – DC Comics’ best rebuttal to the Marvel juggernaut. The week Cavill got the role, he was calm – there was no sense of panic. Maybe that’s because he felt, just a little, that he had a fair bit in common with Superman.
“I love everything he stands for. It was wonderful to have part of my personality fall so in line with a character I can play,” he says.
And what does he stand for?
“He’s innately powerful. More of a man than any guy on the planet. That’s what I’ve always strived to be,” he says. “Not just taller, more built, more ripped than the average guy, but someone who commands respect and obedience. He has x-ray eyes, he can see through everything superficial, and with a click of his fingers you’re on your knees. That’s me. The Hulk, yes, he’s stronger, but he has no control. Superman is totally in control.”
These attributes come to the fore in his cover shoot. He leans back on a chair, angling his boulder shoulders just right. Dressed in Zegna, his power pose on point. At one stage, a fashion assistant is caught wrist-deep in the mouth of a horse: the great creature snapped up a Nespresso-sized sugar cube from her palm and didn’t want to let go. Cavill has his moment, placing a hand on its forehead and another near its nose, calming it down with a firm voice, all while wearing a Tom Ford knit and Prada loafers. Women swoon. Men swoon. Talk about great creatures. Is he aware of his effect on other mortals?
“You mean, do I know when a woman’s pussy is wet, just because she’s standing in the same room as me?” He doesn’t even look embarrassed. “Yes, of course. Do I know when there’s a gay guy on the set, or a married guy who only just realised he’s bi-, because, I don’t know, my shirt’s off, and he’s covering up a stonk-on? Of course. But that’s what I’ve fashioned myself. Not just to be Superman, but to be ‘Henry Cavill’. It works, doesn’t it? It’s working right now on you.”
He speaks in this bassy, royal British accent, and reaches for words like ‘fashioned’ when boring old ‘built’ would have done the job. I can’t deny it, I tell him. He has a power over me.
“Because I was a chubby kid. No, no I was chubby,” he insists. “It’s definitely something which does play with your head when you’re young. You think, can I push my body, can I become that masculine ideal, that embodiment of power, authority and attractiveness. I don’t let things I’ve achieved define me. I define me in whichever way I wish. Do you think I built this body just to play action heroes on screen? You think it’s just part of the job? No, I love being the superior male in the room. I love that I can make any man I want my bitch. Like you.”
I can’t meet his eye. Cavill is still wearing his photoshoot Zegna suit, stretching it out in all the right places, and I find myself staring at his crotch. The story goes that Cavill won the screen test for Man Of Steel on the strength of his big dick. They didn't have a costume to put him in, because they hadn't designed one yet. So they rooted through the Warner Bros archives, and pulled out Christopher Reeve's old outfit - the spandex one-piece he'd burst out of phone boxes in before saving Margot Kidder - and asked Cavill to wear that. "It was totally embarrassing," he says, looking genuinely mortified. "I wasn't in training. I wasn't feeling fit or looking good, and you put on a Lycra suit and it does not help it. But thankfully, however out of shape you are, your dick isn’t any smaller.” How big is it? “It’s Superman’s dick. It’s bigger than any dick you’ve ever seen before.” He kneads it idly with his fingers. “Next question.”
You weren’t actually out of shape, though, were you? You had just completed filming on Immortals, where you play Theseus. You were built like a Greek statue. “It wasn’t enough,” says Cavill. “I had to get bigger. Always. I still do. If I looked back in future I might say to myself, 'But you were huge! What are you talking about?' But yes, every day, I look in the mirror and say, 'Is it enough?'"
At one point, Cavill tells me, he got so big, he split his Clark Kent suit. And not an old suit, either. One he'd had fitted halfway through shooting, when he was already huge. And not just the jacket - the legs too. "The seams," he says, laughing, "were ripping in the trousers. Superman’s dick strikes again!” It got to the point none of his clothes even remotely fitted him. The only things he could wear was some oversized gym gear, and the Superman suit. "But, you know, that was then.”
Are you anywhere near that size now, I ask. He struggles to look modest. “Actually, I’m a little bigger than that now – and I’m still growing. I’ll never be satisfied.”
Henry’s incredible workout routines have been well-documented, so Him would love to know what he does to take things that bit further. This is where he mentions Testoster#1Water. Rather than be a brand ambassador, such was his voracious thirst for the product that he’s become a shareholder, having met the experts in male vitality behind it.
“I was looking for ways to naturally boost testosterone, hypertrophy, penile growth,” Henry explains. “I wanted this water to be environmentally responsible and ethical. Then I heard about Sterling’s Testoster#1. I tried it and then I had the opportunity to meet Professor Sterling. I do tend to keep myself healthy and fit, and so everything I put into my body responds very quickly. With Testoster#1 I felt a particular new size and power, so we started our partnership.”
Henry explains how trials show that “if you take the extract – which is the stronger, concentrated version of what the water is – 20 minutes later muscle growth is 15 per cent more effective.” He continues, “I found myself in The Witcher season one, working crazy hours, getting up at at 3.30am, working out mornings and evenings. My body fat fell, my chest grew, my arms grew. Even the Super-dick grew.”
That’s not possible, I tell him.
He’s still playing with his dick in his trousers. He stretches the suit fabric so I can see the shape of his semi, and I can’t quite believe it. I’ve genuinely never seen a penis that size outside of porn, and I mean the very biggest. “I was always hung. They used to call me Fatty Cavill, and everyone thinks I was overweight, but no – it was always about the dick. In fact, that’s half the trouble. An eight inch dick looks great on teenage Henry, but Superman Henry? So I needed to increase the length, the girth, as naturally as possible. The bulge you see in that suit? No padding required.”
He adds: “Sometimes it makes you behave a bit oddly. I used to epitomise the English gentleman, didn’t I? But increasingly, I don’t give a fuck. If it increases my power over people, I’ll say what I like, do what I want. My latest thing is cuckolding, but for a while I was addicted to Berlin Horse Markets.”
It sounds as though Testoster#1 will continue to serve Henry well. After all, this is an actor at the peak of his powers and there’s no let-up in the schedule. As we finish up, I ask him about women. I ask Cavill what he’s learned from the #MeToo moment we’re in.
“A lot of it’s blown out of proportion,” he says. “There’s something wonderful about a man chasing a woman. There’s a primal approach to that, which I like. I think a woman should be wooed and chased, and it’s very difficult to do that if there are certain rules in place. Now you really can’t pursue someone further than, ‘No’. It’s like, ‘OK, cool, your loss’. But then there’s the, ‘Oh why’d you give up?’ And it’s like, ‘Well, because I didn’t want to go to jail?’ So you’re like, ‘Forget it, I’m going to visit a call girl instead, and then just bang her all night and get this out of my system’. Or someone like you.”
Like me? You sleep with guys?
“No, I do not sleep with guys,” he says, tilting his head. “I breed them. No man is going to complain about that. Once he’s offered up his pussy to another guy, he knows he’s in that man’s power. He’s not going to the papers about that. Married guys know they’ll be humiliated forever. Gay guys are hoping for another taste. You want a taste of Henry Cavill, don’t you?’
He flexes his hard, thick, ten-inch dick. I hear the Zegna suit bust at the seams again. All in a day’s work for Henry Cavill.
