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The Hollywood Agency Book -3-
Chapter 11: “The Last Act!”
A stagehand threw a towel at Talon so he could clean himself up, while the men cleared the stage, simply rolling the couch out, Talon still laying on top of it.
Talon took it slow to clean himself up, slow from exhaustion. He could feel his hole twitch and how sore it was from being invaded by two monster cocks. He also had trouble standing and walking to the spot where he had left his clothes.
"Well looks like you don't have any concealed weapon on you or anything.”
Talon heard a man try to throw a sarcastic joke.
"Mr. Eagertown, it was pleasure to see you perform! We will meet again and I hope you consider my offer for a film!” the man told Talon who was walking gingerly, his ass on fire and his legs wobbly. The men lent him a hand, leading the tired actor out. When he opened the door, John Meyers was waiting patiently, smiling at him.
"Well Talon, hope all is well as everybody had a great time! I see you met my good friend Charlie! He insisted to meet you right after your spectacular performance to tell you he wants to make a film!"
Meyers smiled sardonically as he noticed the cautious way Talon walked.
"Well, it looks like those well hung co-stars made good use of you" Meyers said, not giving away how much he had enjoyed the show.
A lot of the people in the building were looking intently at the tired actor and his scantily clad muscled body and as he walked back into the dressing room, making eye contact with the two guys who fucked him.
He saw one of them licked his lips and winked at him, while openly ogling at him hungrily and salivating over his poorly covered plump ass.
A small wet spot of the combined cum of the men was oozing out.
Talon went straight to the adjacent bathroom to take a much needed shower. He could feel a lot of eyes following him, staring at his ass as he dropped the towel. He somehow knew he would soon have company in the shower.
Calvin Castafuego took the stage right after Talon left, and Meyers wanted to run up to him and bend him over to fuck his bubble butt for all it was worth. A background was projected to the rear wall, and Calvin seemed to stand in a workshop.
Meyers knew perfectly well how much hornier the other men in the hall had to be, since he only sipped on one of the drugged cocktails they served tonight. He had taken one to pump himself up for the show, laced the with powerful sex drugs a tame scientist had invented for JM Modeling Agency. The other guests by now had all had several drinks full of the drugs and evidently were out of their minds.
Meyers smiled lewdly as he heard the wicked catcalls, perverted offers and the bids climbing higher and higher, and he knew he would make the best out of it.
Calvin Castafuego was a dressed like a wet dream. A young sexy carpenter, wearing shortened jeans that were showing a tantalizing small portion of his bubble butt.
Around his waist he had a tool belt that was filled with sex toys, replacing the usual tools of the trade. There were dildos, butt plugs and other stuff occupying his belt. At the end of the catwalk he removed the tool belt, hung it over one shoulder and slowly unbuttoned his shorts, revealing a see-through thong that, like Talon's before, was unable to contain the hardness of his boyhood.
He turned around and while the crowd thought he was done and would be leaving the stage, he bent over deep, spread his legs and ass and slowly pulled anal beads out of his hole, one by one. The men chanted as he pulled them out. After taking all eight beads out of his jiggling ass, he threw them to a lucky member of the audience and then left the stage.
Lew, a member of the boy group, was the next one up and there were oooohs and aaaaaahs from the crowd, since he looked just too cute in his sexy sailor outfit. He was wearing a sexified white uniform with a blue striped cape and a sailor's hat. The top of the uniform had the sleeves cut off and was tightly adhering to his toned body, while his white shorts were clinging to his ass like a second skin. Like the other two stars before him, he removed his tight white shorts, only this time removing them like a stripper, since the shorts were only held on by Velcro. He was wearing a tight white Lycra thong with a blue anchor plastered across the front.
He went down off the stage and picked out a lucky man, who remained seated as Lew bent down and kissed the man the way the sailor had kissed the woman in the famous photograph taken on Times Square.
The man was shocked but fast enough to grab Lew's hard boy cock, making him groan into the mans mouth, as the man's hands milked him hard enough to squeeze a drop of boy juice out of Lew's hardon.
The man took advantage of the situation and was soon engaged in a tongue fight with the boy. As the famous Korean singer was about to leave the table, the man playfully slapped Lew's plump ass and pinched it hard, making Lew grunt. He all but danced back on to the stage.
His hunky band mate Hanbin was next and to the delight of the horny audience he was wearing a fringe vest and cowboy hat, but most importantly he was wearing ass less chaps and showing off his throbbing pouch full of hard cock, pointing straight forward.
The crowd was ecstatic as they couldn't get enough of seeing the young Korean studs' cock that was hard as steel and leaked fresh boy juice. The reason for his excitement was his younger band mate Hyuk, who was stark naked, just wearing a tight ring around his swollen cock, and a lead that was held by Hanbin. Hyuk' s hands were tied, and the audience couldn't believe their eyes as Han pushed Hyuk over a barrel that had been placed on stage, and started to tie the smaller boy down over it, ready to be fucked hard. Both boys were drugged out of their minds, and Diaz had told Hanbin everyone wanted to see the two K-Pop stars fuck hard.
Hanbin's cock had been swaying as he walked the runway, unbuttoning his chaps and showing the waist band of the ball pouch underwear he was wearing. He had given his hard cock a few jerks producing more boy juice trickling down as he pulled his friend around, showing off the prey.
Right after he had tied Hyuk over the barrel, Hanbin jumped off the runway and into the audience and went to a distinguished looking older man to straddle his leg and ride it like a horse.
He licked his lips with a seductive look at the man, who now had his large hands around the smooth muscled ass of the Korean stud humping his flabby thighs. The man's large fingers found their way onto Han's boy hole and started circling the outer part of the wrinkled fuck chute.
Everyone was holding his breath as the man all but grunted out: "You like that, boy? You like daddy's finger playing with your boy pussy?"
Without waiting for an answer he pushed one fat finger past the sphincter and right into Han's tight fuck hole. The singer's body jumped as he felt the man's large finger penetrate his tight ass, but the man's other hand held the boy firmly in place on his lap.
"Uhhnnnnnng! That's a fat one, Daddy!" Han moaned as the man's finger started fucking his anal opening.
"Well I got something fatter and bigger that you'll enjoy better, baby" replied the man as he took Han's hand and brushed it against his obscenely bulging crotch. Hanbin, ever the tease, bent forward and started a tongue fight with the man while jerking the man’s dick through his slacks.
Mr. Diaz looked at John Meyers and smiled at Han's antics.
"You trained them well" Diaz said as he grabbed his crotch, while Mr. Meyers looked at the size of Jose Diaz' monster cock.
Mr. Diaz touched Meyers' crotch and looked lustily at his Boss, who was about to stop the man but decided to give it a shot.
Diaz was well muscled, bulging all over, and even though he was clearly not Mr. Meyers usual type, it wouldn't hurt to get some fun.
Meyers sometimes wanted to show the boys that he was the Boss and Master to a stable of the hottest hunks and sexiest boys in town, and using Diaz would clearly show who directed the show.
Horny from seeing his boys perform on stage, Meyers let his horniness take over and made Mr. Diaz kneel and fondle his big monster cock.
The show by now had reached a hot turning point, after Tayler Kharza-Mendez, Calvin Castafuego, Talon Eagertown and the last member of the Korean boy band, Lew, had lost control and all but ran out to join the other boys and men in the audience.
They mingled with the men, and Tayler made the tied up Hyuk scream out like a stuck pig as he rammed his lust crazed 11 incher deep into the sexy Asian boy's ass.
Mr. Diaz took that as a signal and made Meyers stand up from his chair. He led him to the top of the stage, were the last part of the show was already well prepared for. Ignoring the boys already mingling in the crowd and Taylor fucking, they revealed the bids that the horny crowd had already placed.
Ten men, 9 for the boys and one who wanted to watch, had paid 150000 Dollars for their favorite boy, film star, singer, or porn star. The evening had ended, but the orgy had just began, and as was the tradition the fucking would take place right here in the mansion, for extra security and shared fun.
Everybody knew the boys would be shared soon after the first fucks.
While the night was still young and the men and boys shared their passion, Mr. Diaz didn't waste a second as he quickly knelt in front of Meyers' obscenely bulging crotch and unzipped the dress pants of the strapping older stud.
"I have experienced several black studs and I have never been proven wrong about the saying that black men are hung, but you seem to have a white dick that…"
Mr. Diaz was cut off mid-sentence as he pulled Meyers' dress pants zipper open, freeing his monster cock. "...FUCK!"
Mr. Diaz felt the heaviness of John Meyers thick throbbing cock and cum-filled balls. He licked it's shaft, feeling the warmth of the powerful stud's cock. It was already leaking a steady stream of precum, and Diaz was savoring the taste of a stud's baby maker.
A soft moan escaped Meyers lips as he felt the younger man's warm mouth around his cock head. He looked at Mr. Diaz and watched the younger man servicing his big dick. He grabbed Mr. Diaz' ears and started fucking the kneeling man's mouth slowly but deep, and got hornier by the minute, seeing the man's eyes watering and heard him gagging as he started picking up the pace of his face fucking, filling the man's throat, making him milk his dick with his inner muscles.
"You like that big cock, bitch? You asked for it so fucking take it! Take all of it! Open that slut mouth of yours and fucking suck my cock well!" Meyers commanded, looking down with a smirk as Mr. Diaz was struggling to accommodate the hard face fucking he was receiving.
Meyers didn't want to waste his pent up load with the man's mouth, so he took his dripping cock out of Mr. Diaz' mouth and helped the man to his feet, much to the latter's dismay. Other men watched, jerking their dicks, as Meyers announced: "I'm gonna fuck your fat ass!" earning a smile from Mr. Diaz.
He had been fucked by hung black guys, but he couldn't remember the last time he took a white cock as thick and big as Meyers'. He quickly opened his belt and buttons, unzipping his dress pants and sliding them down to his ankles.
"How do you want me, stud?" Mr. Diaz asked flirtatiously. Meyers pushed him over a desk and said "Don't act like a high school virgin, bitch! You call me Sir when you talk to me, understand? I'm gonna fuck you like a bitch, like you are supposed to get fucked!"
The Master had his Slave pinned on the desktop and with just Mr. Diaz' spit from the sucking he gave Meyers earlier, the older man guided his raging hardon into the gaping, twitching man pussy. With one hard thrust, the full thickness of his monster cock penetrated the younger man's ass hole, making Diaz arch his back with a loud guttural scream that could be heard all over the Grand Hall. Although Meyers was able to penetrate Mr. Diaz' hole easily, his rough penetration still hurt like hell.
"You fucking whore! This is the loosest hole I have ever fucked!" Meyers mocked as he slapped Mr. Diaz' fat ass and continued roughly fucking the man. He grabbed both Mr. Diaz' shoulders and used them as an anchor to be able to ravage the man's hole.
With Meyers pent-up lust and Diaz tightening his hole around the throbbing cock, John Meyers knew he would fully unload his stud sauce deep inside Mr. Diaz, filling the insides of the man's well-used fuck chute, in minutes. Meyers deposited 10 thick volleys of his white cream with every deep thrust and dropped on the man's back, exhausted.
Right next to them on the desk to their left another man pumped his load into the boy he had paid for, Calvin Castafuego. He held the boy in place by holding his mop of curly hair, and the kid all but panted as his ass was fucked deep.
On the other side of the great hall, Talon was reluctantly let go by the man he straddled and looked up as Malik came out of a room to the side, dressed like a military man. He was wearing a sleeveless top with the word `ARMY' written on the front and camouflage shorts that were already showing half of his ass cheeks. To complete his military look, he was carrying a toy shot gun and wearing aviator shades.
He stalked the runway and went round the stage looking like he was spying on someone and when he spotted a man on one of the tables, he strode to him and said "Raise your hands..." pointing his shot gun at the man. "...and take my shorts off" he added receiving cheers from the crowd. The man didn't need to be told twice as he expertly unzipped Malik's shorts, revealing a camouflage underwear pouch with garters extending from the pouch to the back molding around his firm round ass cheeks. The man licked his lips as he stared at the hunk's cock head, already peeking out on top of his waist band and reaching his belly button.
Malik, always the top, rubbed his hardon on the face of the almost drooling man, making sure to leave some of his sweet precum on it. The man was taking deep breaths as Malik brushed his crotch on him, making the man breath in sweet boy scent. Never letting an opportunity slide, he licked the cock head that was near his mouth, using his tongue, tasting the sweet offering of the cock slit and then fully savoring the taste of Malik's boy cock.
It took Malik only a few minutes until he blasted his latest load of fresh boy juice of the night, this time directly into the waiting mouth of an audience member.
He locked eyes with the man who was easily at least 40 years older than him, now grinning as the sexy young stud pulled out of his mouth.
By now Tayler Kharza-Mendez was walking out into the hall, dressed in something like a sex toy version of a lifeguard, with a pair of red Speedos and a whistle.
When Tayler got in front of the man, there was another voice from the speakers saying that the man in front of Tayler looked like he needed a CPR.
"Lifeguard Tayler, it is your duty to perform the CPR and make sure he's well!" the voice boomed over the speakers.
Tayler bent forward but instead of CPR, a very torrid French kiss between the two started. The man grabbed Tayler and had him on his lap while continuing the ensuing kiss. Tayler was firmly held by the man, who openly fondled the sexy stud, feeling the heat coming from his young sex toy.
When the man finally let Tayler take a breath, he looked at the gorgeous young stud in his lap and groped Tayler's bikini briefs clad crotch making Tayler squirm on his lap.
"Hmmmm this is one large teen cock, baby." The man said as he continued playing with Tayler's cock through the bikini briefs, making it grow harder till it poked out of the Speedo. The young stud stood up and gave the man another kiss, before he pushed his fat hardon right into the man's mouth.
While he performed just as the bidder had specified, the last of the boys walked up on stage to get to his highest bidder. The last one up for the set was Talon, who was now wearing a pizzaboy delivery uniform together with a large box of pizza on one hand.
He went straight to a man, handing the pizza over, giving the man a note with the box. The bidder quickly said to Talon:
"Young man, I think you are forgetting something. Where's my hot sauce?" As he asked Taron, the young man seemed to be thinking. "I'm sorry, Mister. I guess the guys at the store forgot the pizza sauce! I don't have any with me right now!" Eagertown acted
"Well... any sauce would do just fine boy! How about your fresh teen stud sauce, huh?" the man said with a smile as he cupped Talon's balls like playing a cheap porn movie with a really “saucy” script.
Talon just smiled and slowly unbuttoned his pizza boy uniform, showing the audience his toned torso with his large sized nipples standing proudly for everyone to see.
As he took out his hard cock, the man reached for his pink nipples and tweaked them, earning a moan from the hot actor. As Talon slid his shorts down, they revealed a sausage pouch shaped pair of bikini briefs with the pouch protruding forward. The tip of the sausage was already wet with sweet precum, and the man touched the tip and carefully thumbed the sensitive head, making his Pizza boy moan as held on the man's shoulders to balance himself.
As the man continued playing with Talon's sensitive cock head, he asked: "Why don't you start pouring your boy sauce on my pizza now, baby?"
Talon pushed the bikini briefs right off, turning around, showing his perfectly shaped butt to the crowd.
He grinned at the man, telling him that he didn't have any lube for his boy cock.
"Maybe I could help with that" the man replied as he bent forward and took the actors throbbing cock into his hungry mouth. The man's prying fingers also found Talon's tight hole and started playing with the boy's anal opening. Talon's groans echoed all around the Grand Hall.
The men were enjoying looking at the Brits young face showing his lust as the much older man was slobbering on his young throbbing cock.
"Uhnnnnnng fuck! Mister...oh fuck...oh fuck! What are you doing to my young cock? Oh shit! Don't stop, Mister! Please don't stop!" Talon screamed, following a porn script the man had given Mr. Diaz to prepare a sexy scene he had dreamt off.
Talon held the man's head firmly while rocking his hips back and forth, his cock moving in and out of the man's hungry mouth. With all the sensations he was feeling at the same time, the sexy actor could feel that he would not last much longer.
He would soon shoot his boy load. The man feeling the boy's balls started to tighten, pulled off of Talon's throbbing cock and said:
“Before you shoot, you first gonna ride my dick!”
He then positioned himself behind Talon and fished his thick nine inch Daddy cock out of his dress pants. With just spit to lube his dick he pushed his manhood past Talon's tight sphincter and savored the warm velvety tightness of the actors pussy.
The ecstasy could be seen on the older man's face as he fucked the young stud, almost 30 years his junior. With the man's deep powerful thrusts, having the Daddy cock rub his fuck nut, Talon arched his back and let out a scream of ecstasy as he shot the first thick rope of stud sauce directly onto the pizza on the table.
The man held the younger cock and aimed it at the pizza, coating the top of it, milking the last spurts of sperm out of the boys dick. He continued fucking Talon's ass and with the hot pussy clamping his thick cock hard, he soon shot his Daddy juice deep inside Talon's well fucked hole, fully coating the insides.
He rested his chin on top of Talon's shoulder, kissing it as they both recovered from the orgasmic high they had given each other.
The men around watched as the fuckers dressed again, the man putting his softening cock back into his dress pants, while Talon pulled his bikini briefs up over his round ass, his hole oozing cum.
He saw how the man who just fucked his cunt took a slice of pizza, coated with his cum, and took a bite from it.
"Hmmmmm with your fresh sauce it tastes much better!" he smiled to the laughter of the audience.
Talon gingerly walked back to the stage, and as he looked back to the table, several men where already gathered, taking a piece of the pizza so it was gone in an instant.
The men by now lost all inhibitions and used the boys at will.
All the boys of JM Modeling Agency had been fucked several times after a few hours, their boy pussies and stomachs filled with cum. The gang bang ended way past midnight with men drained of cum and boys filled with it.
All of Meyers' boys had to be carried to their rooms by the staff. No one cared that the servants couldn't help themselves and took advantage of the situation.
As Meyers checked on his boys, he saw that the staff had a party of their own. The video footage clearly showed one of the security guards cumming inside of Tayler's bubble butt as he was almost passed out with his face down on the bed and the security guard pumped his balls empty.
It was well after noon the next day as his boys gingerly walked back into their two waiting Rolls-Royce Cullinan SUV's, still with the help of some of the staff members who had used their hot bodies earlier that morning. Mr. Meyers and Mr. Diaz did not care, since the abuse was filmed and could be sold.
The SUV's brought the group directly to the offices of JM Modeling Agency.
"Great job last night boys!" Troy commended them as he let them in. "That was a fucking hot show last night! It was so hot that I had to jerk off twice as I watched it on screen!”
He smirked as he opened the door to his Dads office. Meyers was there, sitting in his chair, waiting for the boys to appear.
He smiled: “A very good performance, boys, all the guests were so pleased!”
The boys looked tired, and moved like they were sore and hurting. Meyers grinned at them maliciously:
"Well a hole is still a hole, that's what they say! So now, rest well. I know you are exhausted and I want you to rest your boy pussies, since I don't want to fuck loose boy holes, understand?"
Meyers watched the boys. All were well trained, no one complained, and all were glad they were done for today.
While the party was in full swing, Troy, Mr. Meyers son and trusted assistant, was working on his pet project, the producing of a perfectly animated hardcore porn film, featuring Callum, made by Artificial Intelligence, using the videos and still pics they had taken of him.
Troy was at home in the mansion, in the studio that was perfectly equipped with state of the art computers, software, a nice viewing lounge and a high tech 3D beamer and sound system.
Troy had finished his first film, featuring Callum and, made by the AI software, a muscled hunk resembling a gym coach.
The video was done and Troy sat back, his dick in his hand, watching what he and the algorithm had come up with.
The screen showed this:
The Coach looked at his slut's sweat-slick body squirming in front of him. He had placed the boy, an animation looking like Callum, in his favorite position. The jock was on his back, his muscled legs pinned back on either side of him. Because he was so flexible, the boy's feet were practically behind his head.
The muscle whore was in his usual garb, a jockstrap and nothing else. The jockstrap was stretched out thin by the boy's hard, thick cock. His slutty position gave Coach full access to the perfect cunt nestled between his golden cheeks.
By now Troy was already jerking his hardon. To see his own creation, so truly looking like Callum, was almost too hot to bare.
He looked at the screen, were the animated Coach was definitely making use of the boy's vulnerable position. He had been fucking his slut's pussy for several minutes now, and he had already shot one thick load into the jock's insides.
The animation showed the huge, superhuman cum shot, seep out of the boys ass. The coach on screen looked down at the boy speared on his dick. His artificial voice was saying the words Troy had written:
“Seeing you whore wincing in discomfort has made me rock hard again. Turn around, I will now fuck you like a dog!”
The animated Coach listened as he made the AI Callum grunt on his dick. Seeing the look of humiliation on his slut's face drove the beefy older man over the edge. He added another load to the boy's cum collection.
The AI Callum's face flinched as he felt Coach's cock pulsating inside him, knowing what that meant. He had another man's baby makers swimming inside him. He felt completely emasculated. What would his father and friends say? He would be shunned from the town.
Troy had written a text narrated by a slightly “off” “Callum” voice, and hearing the “thought's" made him giggle. A little too saucy, he decided.
The screen showed both men were drenched in sweat from their porn-like fucking. Coach leaned forward, with his softening cock still lodged in the boy's ass, and started making out with his slave. Callum hated when Coach kissed him, but knew better than to resist. He started to kiss back like he was taught, feeling Coach's probing tongue raping his mouth.
Troy, watching his creation, was jerking madly by now. They would surely need some more time to make the real Callum surrender, but in the end he would be a broken slut, ready to be used like the animated characters on screen.
Coach's hand crept down the boy's perfect body and slid under his jockstrap. Callum's eyes bugged as he felt his Coach's massive hand grip his sticky cock. Coach continued frenching the hunk as he started jerking his cock. Coach's other hand was pulling at Callum's left tit viciously.
Troy by now was fully in his fantasy. It was Callum he was watching, getting used and abused.
The boy was in sensory overload. Coach's beard was scratching up his face. The mauling at his pecs was flooding his sensitive nipples with pleasure and pain. And his cock being stroked was too much to bear. Within a few minutes, Callum could not control himself. He grunted into the Coach's mouth as his cock spewed up thick spurts of cum, coating Coach's hand completely.
Coach loved the power he had over his star athlete's body. The lack of masturbation and sexual stimulants meant Callum often shot his load with nothing but a cock ramming into him. Nothing pleased Coach more than seeing the cocky stud squirt like a woman.
Coach finally broke off the kiss and drew his hand out of his slut's jockstrap. His cupped hand contained a large amount of thick, creamy spunk. He slowly raised his hand over the jock's mouth. An embarrassed Callum watched as Coach let thick spools of cum fall into his mouth.
Troy knew most of this context was not shown on screen, but happened in his imagination, but he did not care. The video showed what he wanted to see.
He added a few more lines to the code and now the screen showed several young athletic men, seemingly in the middle of a heated orgy in the lockerroom. Troy grinned. His AI Callum would soon service them on screen, as well.
Troy again looked at the present scene on screen, and at the same time he came for real, groaning and moaning as he shot one of the biggest loads he could remember.