Abused for Money ================
By TopLegal
WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or
you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of
characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.
(c) 2003, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are
met: there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay
site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications.
[Ed: Sorry for the long hiatus, real life can get in the way of
writing. Thanks to all my fans for the continued support and
encouragement.]
Or My New Profession --------------------
"Scott," my dad shouted from the other room, "what is for dinner?"
"Lasagna."
"Again?"
"Dad we haven't had lasagna for two weeks."
Silence.
I fumed. I was eighteen; I did not need to put up with my good for
nothing father any more. He spent most of his days drunk off his
ass. For years I had excused it all because he was traumatized by
mom's death, but the reality was it had been ten years.
We got a decent settlement from the insurance company, but most of
that was in a trust account for me when I reached eighteen. My
dad's decent into self-medication with booze had been slow but
accelerating. I was grateful that there was some money set aside
for me, but clearly not enough for me to move out on my own in San
Francisco and go to college.
I very much wanted to stay in San Francisco though. I had realized
I was gay a few years earlier and had even started dating one of
my classmates, Brian.
Brian's dad caught us fooling around one Sunday and his dad told
my dad and for the past two years my relationship with my own
father has only deteriorated. Some times I wished my dad would
just haul off and beat the crap out of me. Instead, it was a
stony, frigid, detached silence, punctuated by brief
"conversations" about what I was cooking. Making things worse
Brian had been transferred to some reform school in Nebraska the
day after his dad caught us and I never saw him again.
I brought the lasagna to my dad in the living room and took my own
plate up to my bedroom and logged onto the Internet.
Despite the issues at home, I was an honor roll student on my
way to valedictorian at Mission High School in San Francisco.
Grades for the fall part of my senior year were due any day.
Somewhere in all of that, I got the ~crazy~ idea to be a
houseboy and raise some extra cash.
Posting -------
I logged onto my computer and pulled together some nice photos I
had taken a few weeks earlier to form a profile on one of the
boards that had a lot of San Francisco participants. They showed
off my young, smooth, naked body. One site I found,
houseboi.com, had over a thousand profiles. I also found a few
others. After about two hours I had posted my profile across the
net and now just had to wait.
My profile highlights:
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Live in, full time position sought
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Sex involved, yes - most likely
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Required duties - Cleaning, cooking, shopping, etc.
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Height - 5' 4"
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Weight - 120 lbs
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Hair - Blonde
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Eye color - blue
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Hair style - spiked/teased
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Sexual Role - Gay
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No body art/tattoos
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Ethnic/Cultural identity - White
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Cooking - I like prepare large meals, cook for myself, etc.
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Hobbies - Computers, Programming
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Personality/Physique - 18 yro finishing high school, seeking
live in position. Sexually a virgin, willing to learn to be able
to stay in the Bay Area during college, need rent money.
By the time I had finished my AP Calculus homework, I already
had my first response to my ads. I had also placed some of my
ads on escort boards as well figuring that any way I raised
money was a good way.
The first response was from a "MovieStar Lover":
Saw your escort ad post, I am filming in San Francisco this
month and would like to meet you.
I am staying at the Four Seasons downtown, I am only
twenty-five and love a guy close to my own age.
Respond to this e-mail if you are free Friday night to get
together.
I decided what the hell and responded:
I'm game MovieStar Lover, what time and what do you want me to
wear?
Seconds later, I got a response:
I'm in room ####, be at my room at 7:15.
Wear loose fitting shorts with no underwear and a loose
fitting T-shirt.
Just come straight to the room.
I turned off my computer and went to sleep.
MovieStar Lover ---------------
I took the Muni Metro down Market Street and was back on the
street at 7:05 on Friday night. I was nervous, Nobody stopped me
as I entered the hotel and it took a few minutes to find his
room. I checked my watch and I was one minute early. I stood
outside the door shaking nervously.
Finally, I watched the "4" on my digital watch switch to a "5"
and I went to rap on the door lightly. I noticed then it was
open. I opened the door with hesitation and the room was dimly
lit.
"Come in Scott," a voice said from within. Still nervous I
stepped in. "Shut the door Scott."
I came inside the door and let it shut.
"There is $500 on the table there, pick it up, put it away and
then come over here."
My eyes were adjusting to the dark. I stepped into the room and
lifted the hundred dollar bills off the table, folded them and
slid them into my shorts. I could make out a young guy sitting
in a chair with just a robe towards the far end of the room.
"Take your time Scott, put the money in your wallet."
I felt weird, I still did not know his name, I wanted to run out
of the room screaming. I was a virgin and this man had just paid
me $500 to do god only knew what to me.
I pulled the money and my wallet out as instructed and slid the
money into my wallet and then put my wallet into my shorts. I
walked over to the star slowly. The way he had set up the
lighting it was very difficult for me to see his face since the
light was behind him.
"First time doing this," the star said calmly, "relax. I like
young, legal, men. Strip naked for me."
I was about an arm's length from him and found myself complying
without hesitation. It took me only a minute to get undressed
and then my moderately sized dick was hanging out there.
"Exactly as promised," the star remarked, "smooth everywhere.
You barely have any hair under your arm pits or in your pubic
area."
"Genetic thing," I commented.
"Nice, here is how the night is going to go. I am going to turn
off the light and then come over and start touching you. I will
be fondling your naked body for a while and then will drop my
robe. I expect you to then mirror what I did for you. After a
few minutes of that I will guide you into the bed. We will then
kiss extensively and passionately for a while."
"Anything else?"
"No," he said firmly, "just no orgasming on me, so after we roll
around in bed for a bit, I will excuse you to leave."
I had no opportunity to object, or comment further, as he turned
off the light stood up and began to touch me. His touch was
electrifying. I still had not been able to identify him. He was
groping me naked body everywhere. His hands ran over my ass
cheeks and his finger probed into my crack. Another hand played
with my nipple. My now erect dick was ignored as he fondled me
for twenty minutes.
Then he disrobed and allowed me only a brief amount of time to
probe him. He was a good six inches taller than me and when I
leaned in to lick his nipples with my tongue, I was firmly
pushed back and told, "hands only."
Two minutes later he had guided us to the bed and we were
rolling against each other kissing passionately, his tongue
ramming into my mouth and his hard dick pressing against my
chest.
We rolled in bed for close to an hour before he abruptly asked
me to get up without turning on any lights and leave.
I quickly complied, and in the hallway of the hotel, I was
standing with my erect dick visible inside my pants and precum
drizzling out.
Even though he had not fucked me or had me give him oral sex, I
felt strangely used. On the muni back to my house, I
contemplated the cash in my wallet and felt dirty.
It was around midnight when I got home and went to sleep without
even looking at the computer. In the morning there was annother
e-mail from MovieStar Lover:
Really enjoyed last night Scott, another visit tonight, same
time, same clothing, 2x rewards?
I had not showered and I could smell his man musk on me, but
decided another $1,000 was well worth any loss of dignity. I
then scanned through some of the e-mails from my houseboy ads.
Two in particular were local to the area where I lived so I
decided I would follow one or two of them up.
Night 2 -------
I was on time again and the door was slightly cracked. I entered
with less hesitation.
"Glad you decided to come back Scott, take your money and then
come here and strip naked."
I complied.
"Did you jack off last night after you left?"
I shook my head, "I had to take the Muni home and then
collapsed."
"Well after you left I had three mindblowing orgasms thinking
about your hot body."
I stood there mute.
"You ready to lose some of your virginity tonight?"
I stammered nervously.
"Never gotten a blow job?"
"Just horsed around a bit with clothing with one of my friends
nothing more."
"Well tonight will be just like yesterday, but after we get into
bed and kiss for a bit, I will give you a blow job. All you need
to do is relax and enjoy it."
I nodded as he turned the light off.
I was less nervous as he felt me up and reciprocated with more
willingness. The kissing was hotter than the previous night and
then he gave me a blow job. It was mindblowing for me. I managed
to restrain myself from orgasm for about twenty minutes. That
pleased my partner who commented, "excellent self-control
Scott."
I started to get up to leave, he restrained me, "no Scott, you
need to stay tonight." He then collapsed on my chest and fell
asleep trapping me underneath him.
I fell asleep myself easily.
In the morning he sent me out without letting any light in. I
would never be 100% certain who my movie star was.
First Interview ---------------
My dad was oblivious to my sexual rendezvous. I managed to open
my own bank account and deposit my first $1,500 in sex trade
money.
I told my dad I was going to be home late on Wednesday night to
go to a play. I got a whatever.
Our grades were distributed at school that day--and mailed
home--and quickly found that I had gotten straight A's. Actually
because I was in some AP and Honors classes my GPA was over 4.0.
My position as valedictorian was probably assured.
After school, I meandered to A Different Light bookstore for a
quick look. I ended up buying a couple of porno magazines and
stuffed them in my bag and then wandered up Castro street to my
first interviewer's home.
I rang the doorbell and a forty-something balding man answered
the door. "Scott," he said.
"Yes, Mr. Campbell?"
"Come in," he said smiling broadly.
He was probably my dad's age and was dressed in khakis and a
dress shirt.
"Let's go up to the living room and sit down and talk about what
you are seeking."
I followed him up the stairs.
When we reached the living room he said firmly, "let's start by
having you strip naked since if that will be an issue you might
as well leave now."
I nodded, swallowed nervously, and took my school clothes off.
"Excellent," he said as I stripped, "now please go get some
drinks for us from the kitchen, I would like a whisky on the
rocks, you can help yourself to anything non-alcoholic."
I followed the instruction, feeling awakwardly naked, but
decided to just do it. A bottle of whisky was on the counter
along with a glass. I got the ice and poured the whiskey over
it. I decided on water for myself and brought the two glasses
into the living room on a tray.
I offered Mr. Campbell his whiskey and then placed my glass on a
coaster on the table.
"Excellent Scott," Mr. Campbell said, "I have had a lot of men
apply to be houseboys that do not make it as far as you have
already made it today."
"Thank you," I responded, "I really need to find a better living
arrangement for me to be able to go to college."
"Let me lay out my expectations. You are eighteen, as sexy and
attractive as you are, I simply am not interested in 'normal'
sex, I expect you to be naked 100% of the time in this house.
A small pair of extremely skimpy, barely legal speedos will be
kept in the front hall for you to use in answering the door."
I gulped.
He smiled wickedly.
"That is how I get my sexual pleasure by controlling you. Having
you serve me naked, keeping you naked, and so on. You can bring
people over, but you still have to be naked."
"So you won't want me in bed with you?"
"No, I may do some other things with you as you will see
tonight in a few minutes and will expect you to respect my other
interests."
"What other things?"
"Stand up and come here and stand by my side," he said.
He reached out and put his hands on my cock and began to stroke
it while also playing with my balls. "Do not move your hands or
do anything to stop me, I am going to give you three orgasms
right now and drain you down before my other guest arrives so
you can understand my sexual preferences better."
I moaned in pleasure.
He was quite skilled and his hands worked me over expertly. I
had my first orgasm in minutes, but the next two were slower and
a bit more painful.
"Excellent," he said as he cleaned up the last of my spunk with
a towel. "I am very into various types of S&M, in particular
spanking which I find to be my favorite type of sex. I get off
spanking guys. Depending on our relationship after you have been
here a while we may incorporate spanking into the relationship
if we both agree."
I wanted to run, but his hands were still holding me in place by
my limp, sensitive dick.
"Tonight, one of my regular guests will be here, this will be a
test of whether you can answer the door, bring the 'boy' to the
dungeon, restrain him and stand there and watch me discipline
him."
I nodded.
He smiled, let me show you the dungeon and the restraining bench
that will be used tonight. We kept a hand on my dick as we went
downstairs and then through a locked door where a fairly large
room with several pieces of equipment arranged throughout.
He showed me the bench, "we will use this one tonight for the
boy." He then demonstrated how the restraints worked. The
doorbell rang. "I need to get changed. You get the boy."
He disappeared. I went to the door area and realized there was
no speedo for me. I looked through the peephole and saw one of
my classmates. I nearly pissed on the spot, but decided to open
the door and invite him in.
If I was nervous, he was more so, his face went ghost white when
he saw me. "Come in Ryan," I said beckoning him in and shutting
the door behind him.
He was in a panic. "Ryan, I'm just as embarassed as you, I won't
say a word if you don't."
That seemed to calm him down and he led the way to the
downstairs punishment room. He hesitated to strip naked and I
commented that Mr. Campbell would not like it if he was not
properly restrained when he arrived.
He nodded meekly and handed me his report card and then stripped
naked.
I guided my classmate onto the spanking bench and restrained his
legs at the ankles, then his wrists and finally his chest across
the back. He was not going anywhere.
"I will let Mr. Campbell know you are ready and provide your
report card," I said.
Upstairs I found Mr. Campbell had changed into leather chaps and
a muscle-T. I had to admit, I found it a bit of a turn on. "Do
you know Ryan from school?"
I nodded meekly.
"Ryan has been coming here to do better in school since he was
fourteen. His mom's idea at first, but he accepts me as his
dad."
"How are his grades?"
"I didn't look."
"Give me the report card."
I handed the report card to him.
"Ok, Scott, I want you to come down with me and watch Ryan get
his punishment."
We arrived downstairs and Ryan's naked body was taughtly
restrained with his ass cheeks exposed for spanking. I must
confess I found the sight arousing. But having been drained of
cum by Mr. Campbell, I was thankfully not showing a boner.
"Ryan, your grades are appalling," Mr. Campbell said as he
proceeded to collect different corporal punishment instruments
from the wall.
"I bet your friend Scott here gets straight A's."
"I am trying so hard Dad," Ryan said, "I got B's for the first
time in a couple subjects."
"You have been getting tutoring in math and chemistry though and
still got C-minuses."
"I'm sorry Dad, I even gave up everything but basketball outside
class."
"Let's address your B's, three strokes of the cane for each. A B
is good, but I know you can do better, you have steadily brought
your grades up since you have been seeing me and I expect that
to continue."
Mr. Campbell swished the cane in the air and I nearly jumped
back. I was standing to the side and had a view of Ryan's whole
body as the cane landed and he cringed in pain. Three B's was
nine strokes and Mr. Campbell took a firm hand with the cane.
I found the scene arousing and strangely (to me) did not seem to
mind watching my classmate getting caned.
After the nine strokes Ryan was sobbing and Mr. Campbell picked
up the paddle. "You got two C-minuses. I believe we agreed last
semester that each C was ten with the razor strap. So a C-minus
has to be worse, correct?"
Ryan started bawling, "please daddy, I know what we agreed, but
twenty with the strap is too much, please daddy. I've been so
good, mom didn't even list any bad behavior this week."
The strap landed. There was to be no discussion.
Twenty blows later, Ryan's ass was fiery red and he was crying
even more.
"Now, let's finish this with a paddle, five for each minus."
The blows were immediate and Ryan was screaming and begging at
the top of his lungs for Mr. Campbell to stop. But the
punishment continued until it was done.
"Scott that will be all for tonight, Ryan needs his quiet time
and you need to think about whether you want to take the
position."
I nodded and left the room. I found my clothing again and headed
out. As I left I heard Ryan sobbing and talking to Mr. Campbell
and thanking him for the punishment and promising to work even
harder this final semester.
Home Again ----------
At home, I felt weirded out. I managed to finish my homework,
but felt distracted. After I finished it was midnight and I went
to sleep. I slept dreaming of Ryan and his spanking and woke up
with a raging hardon. I jerked off before going to school.
In school, suddenly I noticed that Ryan's locker was in the same
hall as mine. He looked down when I passed him in the hall,
ashamed, perhaps that I knew such an intimate secret.
He and I had never shared a class and at 6'2", he dwarfed over
me and was one of the basketball team stars whereas I was a geek
and more likely to be found in chess club--not that we had one.
That night I wrote Mr. Campbell saying I had appreciated the
interview, felt positively about the opportunity, but wanted to
do more interviews.
My next interview was with a gay couple living in Diamond
Heights on a Friday night. Meanwhile I got an e-mail from
MovieStar Lover saying he was going to be back in San Francisco
next Saturday and he wanted to hook up again at the Saturday
rate, same as last Saturday.
I agreed.
I was surprised to get an e-mail over the student system from
Ryan with just an AOL screen name and a sentence "msg me."
I logged onto iChat and put in his screen name as a buddy.
Me: hey Ryan, you ok?
Ryan: yeah, just wondered if you are fag
Me: y, u?
Ryan: cool, yeah
Me: nice
Ryan: meet me after school tomorrow?
Me: Ok, where?
Ryan: different light bookstore
Me: Ok, see you after school.
Thursday --------
I had mixed feelings about meeting Ryan after school, but
decided to do it anyhow. I made my way from Mission High to
Different Light bookstore pretty quickly. When I got there I did
not see him at first, but then found him all the way in the
back.
"Hey, Scott," he said on seeing me, "let's go over to Pete's and
chat."
"Ok," I said.
We walked over to Pete's and then we ordered some lattes. We
found a corner to sit in and began chatting a bit more.
"My mom got so frustrated with my grades and how awful I was
treating her that when I started high school she brought me to
meet Mr. Campbell."
"You don't need to explain it to me."
"It is nice to be able to say it to someone."
"Ok, well don't your team mates notice?"
"Nah, I change quickly so they don't see my ass."
"You get whipped every week?"
"Just about. Less and less over time but dad has really high
expectations. So whereas I might get away with something a few
years ago, now if my mom lists it on the report he is more
likely to spank me anyhow."
I nodded.
"What about you?"
"Well," I paused, I realized he probably did not know my mom was
dead, "my mom died years ago and my dad is pretty worthless. So
we are short of money for me to go to college and live. That is
if I do not want to live at home with my dad anymore."
"Sorry about your mom."
I nodded absently.
"Can I ask a different question, do you find me attractive?"
"Fuck, yes, you are such a jock, you could have any girl--or
guy," I said.
He laughed. "So if I want you, then the answer is yes."
I laughed, "I walked into that, and yes."
"Cool, you got weekend plans."
"Yeah, Friday and Saturday, want to get together Sunday during
the day?"
"Yeah, let's go see a movie, come to my house and then we can
head out, say 2pm?"
"Ok," I said.
He kissed me, stood up and left.
I was touched.
Friday ------
I showed up as requested for Bob and Brian. A young black man
answer the door naked except for an apron. "Hi, you must be
Scott, I'm the current houseboy, but I am moving out next
month to move to Washington to work for Microsoft."
I shook his hand, "nice to meet you."
The houseboy lead me into a beautiful house. Two yuppie guys
were sitting on the couch. "Hi, Scott," they said in unison and
then introduced themselves and Jared, the houseboy.
"Jared probably told you he is moving next month and we have
been so happy to have him here taking care of the house we
decided to start looking."
"That's cool," I said.
"Anyhow, as you can see we enjoy having Jared naked at all
times, we expect sex on demand. Jared usually gets fucked at
least twice a day and if one of us is traveling then he sleeps
with us, etc. We use condoms all the time, but there is no 'no'.
If we ask for sex we expect to get it. Jared had never had sex
with a guy when he moved in with us."
Bob then took over, "of course you cannot date while you live
with us since we expect you to be with us and no sex with other
men either to protect against diseases."
Brian came back in, "ever been fucked Scott?"
"No," I said, "but I am gay."
They laughed, Brian continued, "how about give a blowjob?"
"No."
"What have you ever done sexually in your life?"
"I hooked up with a stranger who paid me to let him give me a
blowjob and have gone on these interviews. Never been with a
woman, never been with a man."
"That's fine, we are going to interview some additional
candidates, if you want to think about this since we will expect
you to let us fuck you before we make the final decision."
I nodded and stood up, dismissed.
Saturday --------
He had left me a different room number at the four seasons and
instructions to be there at the same time, same outfit. I was
on time and the door was slightly open. I came in and
instinctively picked up the money.
I noticed it was a bigger pile, $2,000.
I put it away, stripped and walked over to my mysterious
partner.
"You ~are~ going to fuck me today," he said firmly and then
turned out the light and the pattern began as before.
After we were in bed he pulled out a condom and pushed it onto
my hard dick after he sucked it a bit. He had me stay on my back
and stradled my sides to ride my cock.
It felt amazingly good and I had to fight hard not to blast an
orgasm just entering him. After like ten minutes of him riding
my cock up and down, I let loose a massive orgasm. He followed
suit, covering my smooth chest with his gism.
He collapsed on top of me and thanked me, "that was so nice
Scott, I have been thinking about you so much since we met."
I asked if he wanted me to stay or leave.
"Stay please," he said nibbling my ear and licking.
"Ok," I responded.
I woke up he was standing at the window looking out.
I started to move towards him and he stopped me, "that will be
all Scott."
I felt a bit disgusted and got dressed and left. I stopped at a
supermarket branch of my bank and deposited the cash.
Ryan Johnson ------------
Ryan's mom answered the door and greeted me by name. "Nice to
meet you Ms. Johnson," I responded.
"Call me Shirley please," she said as she swept me into the
house. "Ryan's room is at the front of the house up the stairs,"
she said propeling me slightly.
It was ten o'clock and I found Ryan sitting in shorts only at
his desk. He was working on some math homework. "Hey Scott," he
said getting off his chair he walked over and kissed me on the
cheek.
"I've been looking forward to this. But I promised my mom I
would show her all of my homework was done before we could
leave," he said.
"No problem."
"I've got like 10 more math questions to finish and then I need
to show her and then we can go."
I sat down on his bed and watched him finish. He got up after
about thirty minutes and took the paper he had been writing on
and a bunch of other stuff down to his mom. It took another five
or ten minutes before he returned.
"I'm free to go," he said, "the one cool think about getting
spanked is I'm never grounded, most of the team has been
grounded for one reason or another most of this year."
I nodded, even I had heard about the parties with alcohol and
other school rules infractions.
"Let's go get the J to downtown and see a movie at the Metreon."
"Ok, what's playing?"
He showed me the list from the paper.
"Can we see Cat_in_the_Hat?"
He frowned, "yeah if that is what you want to see."
"What would you like?"
"Actually it is fine if we both go," he kissed me again and then
stripped his shorts off. He turned to face the dresser and I
could see how red his ass was. "I only got five strokes with the
strap this week for sassing my mom last week," he said as he put
on boxers and then jeans and a t-shirt.
"I take it that is mild."
"Quite," he said.
I will admit, I was turned on by his reddened ass.
We headed out and promised to come straight home from the movies
for dinner--to which I was invited. The movie was entertaining,
but it was exhilarating to be out on a date with someone my own
age.
We got back at five thirty and his mom served us a nice dinner.
It was the first time in a long time that I had not had to cook
my own meal. The topic turned to colleges and I explained I was
hoping to get into UC Berkeley, but money would be tight. Ryan
was hoping he would get into San Francisco State.
Ryan's mom had raised him alone, his father was out of the
picture completely. I guess Shirley did not know I knew about
Mr. Campbell.
It was late and I had to leave when Ryan asked if it was ok if I
slept over. My house was close enough to school that if we left
early and all that we could get to school in time with no
problem. Shirley agreed if I called my dad and got permission.
My dad did not answer the phone--probably drunk on the couch.
So, Shirley agreed.
"Boys," she said, "remember though tomorrow is a school day so
do ~not~ stay up all night and there are condoms in the bathroom
if you are going to fool around."
I blushed completely and Ryan laughed. "Really, Scott," she
said, "I know Ryan is gay and I'm not stupid, I'm not asking you
to stay in another room or something."
I nodded and we headed upstairs.
Ryan pit stopped in the bathroom and grabbed some condoms and
lube. He lit a few candles and shut the door before stripping
naked and getting on his knees. It surprised me, but the
basketball jock was about to suck my dick.
He was good at it, better than the movie star and I was fucking
him before long. Then we cuddled for a bit before we had another
go. We were both laying quietly for a bit after the second
round when he asked, "You ever been fucked Scott?"
"No."
"Any interest in it?"
"Sort of, I worry it would hurt."
He smiled, "yeah I've practiced with a dildo for a long time, I
really enjoy getting fucked now."
"You ever fuck?"
"No," he said, "no interest. I do like getting blown though."
I began working down from his face, tongued and bit his nipples
before reaching his cock. I then proceeded to give my first blow
job.
Monday ------
The next morning Shirley woke us up and we crawled out of bed
slowly. She made us a nice breakfast and then sent us on our way
to school. Ryan let me go to my house for my bag on my own and
we did not really see each other till the end of the day when he
asked if he could come by my house for help on chemistry.
I agreed. At home, my dad grumbled about me not being home and
then passed out drunk on the couch. I cooked dinner and gave
Ryan extra tutoring on Chemistry.
It was like eight before he left. He called around nine and put
his mother on to get confirmation that he was at my place till
eight. I confirmed and she thanked me. I felt bad knowing Ryan
probably had earned a few strokes for hanging with me.
I e-mailed him later and suggested that we could probably more
easily hang out at his place. He replied back thanks but also
that it was his own fault since he knew he was supposed to check
in with his mom.
Mr. Campbell e-mailed me about the houseboy position and I said
I was still considering it and he was definitely my
first--only--choice. I also responded to an escort request from
"LuverBoy" promising me $100 if I would show up and let him give
me a blowjob. Figuring that could not be all bad, I agreed to do
it on Wednesday night.
In school on Tuesday and Wednesday, I barely saw Ryan. He caught
up with me at the end of the day on Wednesday and asked me to
leave Friday and Saturday nights open. I agreed to come over
after school on Friday.
Wednesday before I went to my escort job, I picked up frozen
meals for my dad, did the laundry and cleaned the house from top
to bottom. By the time I was in the Sunset finally it was ten at
night.
I rang the bell and a youngish guy answered the door. "Scott?"
"Yeah, LuverBoy?"
"Yeah, come in," he said. "Look, I don't want to freak you out,
and I still want to give you that blowjob, but I do want to tell
you a few more details."
I caught myself and prevent an eye roll.
"It's your dime," I said causually.
"I'm straight," he said, "and married to a woman; my wife caught
me cheating a month and a half ago and is threatening to leave
me."
I nodded, he on the other hand was shaking nervously.
"So you want her to watch?"
He nodded, his face pale white.
"Hundred extra," I said firmly.
He took his wallet out and his hands were shaking visibly and
counted out two hundred dollars in twenties.
I took them from his hand and asked him where he wanted to do
it.
"Bedroom," he stammered.
We went into the bedroom and his wife was sitting in a lounge
chair reading a book, "Charlie, is this the gay guy you are
going to blow?"
He nodded.
She smiled wickedly.
I took my shorts and T off revealing my dick. I was not
super-hard, but I figured Charlie would not mind all that much.
"Charlie, I think you should be naked while you give the boy a
blow job."
He started to protest and she said, "Charlie you agreed that if
you wanted to stay married you had to submit to me."
He stripped naked, a large device that I found out was a
chastity belt was soon revealed. His cock was locked up tight. I
resisted the impulse to laugh at his predicament.
"Boy, Charlie's cock has been locked up for twenty days now, I
told him that he cannot even think about getting out until he
gives a blow job to a gay guy and gets fucked by one. Did he
hire you or pick you up on the streets?"
"Paid, $200."
"All the more humiliating for him," she said smiling, "don't
feel the need to be gentle as you fuck his face, make him choke
on your dick so he learns a lesson."
Charlie was naked, kneeling in front of me and looking at the
floor.
I grabbed his head and lifted his face up and pushed my now
harder dick into his mouth.
I let him get accustomed to my 7" cock in his mouth before
starting to face fuck him.
His wife provided encouragement, "fuck him harder, make him take
your dick."
He hated it but managed not to gag or fight back too bad.
When I shot my load into his mouth his wife ordered him to
swallow. Then she announced that I should come back the same
time next week as she would have him tied to the bed and ready
to be fucked.
"$500," I called out as I walked out of the bedroom. He was on
the floor sobbing and begging to his wife not to make him get
fucked and that he would never cheat again.
Later that night ----------------
I had an e-mail from Ryan describing his punishment in some
detail, ten strokes with the strap for not checking in on monday
and six with the cane for a fight he had apparently had with his
mom the previous Friday.
I e-mailed back asking how long he would see Mr. Campbell--his
dad.
I was surprised by the response, he had agreed to see Mr.
Campbell once a week until he was twenty-five. That had been a
condition when he was fourteen of Mr. Campbell agreeing to help
him. Ryan's e-mail explained the situation:
My first visit was completely involuntary. I was two weeks
from entering ninth grade when I had a huge fight with my mom
and demanded she buy me clothing.
I had in fact actually hit her since I was bigger than her and
angry.
The next day, she took me to meet Mr. Campbell and stood and
watched him brutalize my ass. I quite literally could not sit
for a week after that visit.
The following Wednesday, I had to go back voluntarily to thank
Mr. Campbell for spanking me. That was unbelievably
humiliating. He talked to me for like two hours and we agreed
and I signed up for getting spanked every week based on my
behavior and my class work.
It has helped, I used to be a D student and now I often get
B's. My SAT score also went up with some encouragement and
some punishment to get my ass in gear.
He has never touched me sexually and never would, he really is
like a dad to me.
Each year I recommit to him that I will keep coming at least
until I am 25.
I thanked him for the explanation and decided to tell him about
my sex-for-money exploits. He was amused but worried I could get
myself hurt. I promised to tell him anything I was going to do.
He then asked me to--aside from my exploits discussed with
him--to go steady. I agreed.
Moving Forward --------------
Friday night Ryan showed me his dildo collection. He explained
his mom let him buy them and how he used them to practice
getting fucked so he was used to it and really enjoyed it a lot.
He gifted me an unopened dildo he had and showed me how to relax
and take a dildo and focus to find being fucked pleasurable. We
lay on his narrow twin bed, each dildos in our ass and focused
on letting the sensation of the dildo moving in and out arouse
us to orgasm.
He beat me to the punch by a mile and then started blowing me to
bring me over the edge.
Around midnight, his mom knocked and told us to go to sleep even
though we probably wanted to keep fucking like bunnies. I had to
admit she was pretty cool.
Saturday Ryan convinced me to go to Mr. S and showed me some of
the sex toys they sell. I ended up buying a latex T-shirt and
pants figuring those could be cool for escorting.
Ryan suggested the idea, he showed me the site
abusedformoney.com, and then suggested we see if someone in San
Francisco would record a porno with me in it for money.
[Ed: Likely to continue with a part 2...]
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