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The Hollywood Agency Book -4-
Chapter 15: “Well! He blew that shot”
Callum was standing there, in a haze of pain and excruciating embarrassment. The pain from his ass was truly gruesome. He couldn't believe how much it hurt. Troy had been smashing his hand into the fleshy ass-cheeks really viciously. Who would have thought that the little faggot could spank so hard? That anyone could spank so hard? His Stepdad never delivered a punishment like that!
His ass was throbbing and felt as if someone was holding a lit match and waving it back and forth across his hairless buttocks.
But it wasn't the pain that bothered Callum most. It was the spectacle he had made of himself as Troy spanked him. Callum had always seen himself as a real man - a man's man.
A guy who could handle himself in any situation.
He might not win every fight he got into, but he would give as good as he got and any dude who went up against him would think twice about confronting him again.
Even as a boy suffering the blows of his Stepdad's hands he was able to hold back his feelings, swallow his grunts of pain and his tears of humiliation.
That carefully constructed self-image had been smashed into smithereens by Troy's hand.
Callum couldn't believe how he had reacted as Troy spanked him.
He had cried, sobbed and begged him to stop like a little boy. No, not a little boy. Like a bitch. Like a fucking bitch. Like he was that fucking faggot Troy's bitch. The worst thing was that he knew it at the time, but he couldn't help himself.
While that was bad enough, what was even worse was Callum's realization that if Mr. Meyers hadn't ended his spanking when he did, if he'd let Troy deliver just a few more smashes to Callum's burning butt-cheeks, he would have popped off a massive load of his spunk all over the carpet, just like the little faggot had a few days earlier when the roles had been reversed and it was Callum who was administering the ass-tanning.
Callum could remember the scorn he'd felt for Mr. Meyers assistant when Troy spewed his hot seed between Callum's legs as he spanked him.
'What a fucking faggot,' he had thought to himself, sure that only a complete fag boy would ever cum while being spanked. Well, 'who is the fag boy now?' Callum wondered. If Mr. Meyers hadn't intervened, it would have been Callum's ball-juice being sprayed all over the carpet in the office.
What would Mr. Meyers have thought of him then? How could any man have respect for another man who got off sexually by being spanked like a young punk? Just thinking about that question made Callum's mind reel. His confidence had been impaired, his self-respect was shattered, his dignity on the verge of collapse. Callum was just standing there, consumed by his inner turmoil, when he became aware that Mr. Meyers was addressing him. Having missed what was said, he forced himself to look up at the man and admit, "I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't quite catch that."
There was a look of exasperation on Mr. Meyers face, perfectly delivered in an Oscar-worthy act, while Troy clearly saw the well hidden triumph in his Dad's demeanor as he repeated himself.
"What I said, Callum, was that you should assume the position."
Without any conscious thought, Callum immediately spread his legs far apart and locked his fingers behind his neck. He had been ordered so many times in the past two weeks to assume what Mr. Meyers now simply referred to as 'the position' that Callum no longer even thought about how totally exposed it left his naked body, especially when, as now, his big cock was fully engorged.
Once Callum was in place, Mr. Meyers turned to Troy and simply ordered, "Blow him."
In mere seconds, Troy was kneeling in front of Callum's widely-spread legs, leaning forward, licking those full lips of his.
Seeing the assistant's open mouth move towards his own raging hard-on, Callum couldn't help but shiver. He closed his eyes in surrender.
The last thing in the world he wanted to do was let a flaming faggot suck his cock, but, given what had already happened that day, Callum knew better than to utter even a murmur of protest. Rather than simply engulfing Callum's hardon with his mouth as the blushing boy had expected, Troy first stuck out his tongue and proceeded to run it up and down the model's throbbing boner.
While just moments ago all of Callum's consciousness had been centered on his burning buttocks and the shame he felt at the way he'd reacted to being spanked, suddenly the boy's entire focus was fixed on his rigid cock.
Troy's tongue felt incredible against the sensitive skin and without missing a beat the pain emanating from Callum's toasted ass was overtaken and submerged by waves of pleasure radiating from his aroused dick.
Troy continued to lick Callum’s fuck-stick like it was a succulent lollipop for a good minute, long enough to leave Callum panting in heat and his boy-dick slick with saliva. Then, without any warning, Troy moved his head back, opened his mouth wide and drove his head forward, relentlessly swallowing Callum's meat until Troy's lips were pressed hard against the base of Callum's manhood.
Callum squealed in absolute ecstasy as, for the first time in his entire life, his hard cock was completely deepthroated from its aching tip to its swollen root. He could feel the muscles deep down in Troy work his dick, massage it, milk it.
Callum felt his cum shot rise, but almost immediately Troy began to disgorge the pulsating tube of flesh until only the crown remained in his mouth. He immediately reversed direction and swallowed Callum's aroused pole again. He kept Callum on the edge of cumming and drove the simple hearted, gullible stud crazy with his hot mouth pumping up and down.
Another squeal escaped Callum's lips. This time Troy kept his lips pressed against the base of Callum's cock while he worked his throat muscles up and down the length of the shaft. At the same time, he reached behind Callum and grabbed hold of the model's flaming butt-cheeks. A cry, half-pain, half-pleasure, was ripped from the blonde stud, as Troy roughly squeezed and kneaded the sore and tender melons, all the while continuing to work on Callum's hard dick with his throat and mouth.
Driven by the pain, Callum tried to regain control.
Like when he tried to dominate a bitch, tried to take control of sucking. He wanted to take back control, he wanted to grab Troy’s thick hair, guide his head up and down as the assistant shamelessly serviced his thick dick. Callum even considered using Troy’s dripping saliva as additional lubricant. He banished the idea immediately – it would mean leaving ‘the position’.
Troy's own cock was once again as hard as a rock.
Just as Callum didn't think the sensations he was feeling could get any more intense, Troy began to fuck his face up and down on Callum's cock while he took the control back, ramming a finger from each hand violently in and out of Callum's virgin fuck-chute, spreading the cheeks of the virgin stud wide enough to give way to even the thickest dick.
Troy had taken the opportunity afforded him during his application of suntan lotion to finger-fuck Callum numerous times before and Callum had been embarrassed by the realization that the invading digits felt painful, but also arousing. Those past experiences had prepared Callum for the waves of sexual excitement surging through his body. Today was different. Troy's fingers hooked into the models asshole and spread it open.
Somehow the combination of Troy's rigid fingers jamming themselves in and out of Callum's tight, virginal butthole while his mouth and throat worked their way up and down Callum's throbbing boner had resulted in an incredibly heightened sexual response.
Before he even realized what he was doing, Callum began thrusting his ass backwards onto Troy's fingers and squeezing down hard on them as they plunged in and out of his tight anal passage. He had stopped trying to regain the control, and once again Troy was the master of the game.
Troy smiled up into Callum's face as he continued to work his mouth and throat up and down the hunk's hard meat. He'd sucked off more than enough guys to know that Callum's reaction was a clear indication that he'd be receptive to further anal intrusions. Without slowing down the ministrations of his mouth, Troy brutally jammed an additional finger from each hand into Callum's ass, so the model now had four fingers roughly pummeling his tight hole.
"Oh, my God!" Callum moaned above him, as those fingers were violently jammed into his already straining back-passage.
While there was an initial surge of pain, strong enough to cause the boy to almost break position and lower his arms, it immediately ebbed and was replaced by a level of sexual arousal that was soo intense it was almost as hard to bear as the combined fingers penetrating his ass.
Troy began kneading and prodding Callum's prostate, and sooner than the panting victim of Troy's assault would have thought possible, Callum found himself on the edge of a massive eruption of steaming boy-cream.
This was the point where Troy usually would have backed off, lifted his head from the cock he was sucking and removed his probing fingers from the boy's ass.
He would have tormented his prey, leaving him totally frustrated right on the precipice of sexual relief, but unable to take that last step to disgorge its burning load of steaming sperm.
Troy was known to keep a boy on the edge of orgasm for hours, long enough for even the most masculine stud to be reduced to whimpering frustration, begging to be released, promising to do anything if only Troy would let him cum.
Even though Troy would have dearly loved to edge Callum for as long as he could, he had to cut the fun short.
He would have loved keeping Callum on the verge of orgasm but denying him ultimate relief.
He would have loved to go on until the horny homophobe was so frustrated that he'd actually voluntarily bend over and let Troy fuck him to get his relief.
Troy knew, that one day he'd do just that.
When he would ultimately do it, Troy was going to give the boy a fucking he would never forget, a fucking he would never get over. Unfortunately that wasn't going to happen today.
Today wasn't about plundering the homophobic stud's sweet boy-twat, today he was just after getting him off, working him slowly into boy-on-boy sex, destroying one inhibition after another until, one day, Callum found himself on his back, his legs spread wide taking the fifth dick in an hour up his hole wondering why he had ended up as a willing sextoy for real men.
Troy already envisioned Callum in the middle of a hot, hard orgy.
Callum would wonder how this happened even as a cock jammed up his hole exploded and added its slimy deposit to the loads already coating his guts. That day was coming, sooner than Callum could ever imagine.
Not yet. Not today.
Callum's brainwashing was slow but thorough.
So, instead of backing off and denying Callum the orgasm he now craved, Troy rammed his face even harder into the boy's crotch, working his throat muscles for all they were worth. Almost instantaneously he was rewarded as Callum's blood-engorged cock exploded with cum.
Troy let the first two spurts splatter down his throat, but then moved his head back.
He took the rest of Callum's load into his mouth without swallowing right away, surprised that Callum's thick load was sweeter than he would have thought. Not as sweet as Kerry's - that boy had cum that tasted like honey - but a lot sweeter than Troy thought it would be, given Callum's acerbic persona.
'It just goes to show,' Troy thought, 'you can't judge a book by its cover, or a load of cum by who's pumping it out'
When Callum's massive load finally began to ebb, Troy began suctioning on the head of the boy's cock. Troy knew that a lot of cocks became super-sensitive right after an orgasm, so just by staying on a dude's dick Troy could rapidly turn the shooter's ecstasy into an agony of inflamed nerve-endings. Troy held the cumshot in his mouth and coated Callum’s fat dickhead in it to tease him even more, using his talented tongue to massage the moaning model’s sensitive bellend.
To give an even more impressive show for the ever present cameras, he let the cum ooze out now, dribble down the shaft, cover it with the nectar Callum produced in a copious amount.
Sure enough, Troy's insistent sucking soon had Callum squirming in discomfort. Troy couldn't keep the grin off his face as he continued to work the fat dick, visualizing the guy tied down on a bed, having been edged for hours without being allowed to cum.
Troy actually started to suck Callum's dick in earnest again while he dreamt of teasing the tied down boy until he'd been brought to the point where would plead with Troy to finish him off.
Troy went down sucking while he relished this day-dream.
Any boy he worked over would usually moments after he finally achieved release beg Troy to stop.
Any boy would be pleading with him to stop working on his tenderized penis, not realizing that Troy intended to draw out the boy's agony until he was reduced to a quivering, sniveling boy-bitch who would frantically agree to endure any humiliation Troy's fertile mind might devise.
Today his object of abuse was Callum.
Troy's own dick was hard as a rock between his legs just thinking about the pleasures he was going to extract from Callum's hard, sculpted body in the days, weeks and months ahead.
Above him, Callum concentrated hard to keep his fingers locked behind his neck as the unbelievable pleasure that his orgasm had provided quickly morphed into shooting pricks of excruciating pain.
Troy continued to work his mouth on the model's inflamed cock head, sending him into agony.
"Please, Troy. Please. Stop. No more. Please," he heard himself begging, his entire body twisting and turning in a futile attempt to dislodge his still-hard boy-dick from Troy's mouth.
Callum sighed with relief as he heard Mr. Meyers order "That's enough, Troy," and the assistant finally let up and allowed Callum's cock free.
Having finally pulled his slowly softening rod from Troy's mouth, Callum stood there, still maintaining the 'position', his lungs gulping in air, his pounding heart only slowly returning to normal, his mind reeling as it tried to wrap itself around what had just happened.
It was bad enough that he had just let that faggot Troy suck him off, but he could deal with that since he had been pretty much been ordered to let Troy blow him by Mr. Meyers.
What was more difficult to explain was the fact that he had just experienced the most spectacular orgasm of his life.
Nothing he had ever experienced before had felt so hot, so incredibly electric, as the sensations that had swept over him as he pounded out his load into Troy's grasping throat - not even the time he and his best buddy Sean had shared that drunk bitch they'd picked up at "Jose's" a couple of years back.
He tried to tell himself that it was just a blowjob and Troy, probably like most faggots, simply knew how to give a really good one.
While Callum could accept that there was probably a certain element of truth in this argument, deep down he couldn't stop thinking that something was wrong when the hottest orgasm he'd ever had in his life had happened while some other guy sucked him off.
He closed his eyes to clear his brain, but it was in turmoil. No, he realized, not some 'other' guy it had been fucking Troy for God's sake, mouthing his dick.
It made the whole experience seem somehow very dirty and he felt himself befouled just by having been a part of it. When he looked up and saw Mr. Meyers just staring at him, Callum felt himself once again beginning to blush.
John Meyers couldn't help but smirk. He allowed himself to display a well calculated show of a nefarious grin. The whole scene he'd engineered had been hotter than even he had hoped and Callum's obvious embarrassment was just the icing on the cake. The carefully crafted plan to brainwash the dumb jock ran smoothly, and Meyers actually had to concentrate hard to play his role, and not just jump the sexy boy and fuck him into oblivion.
He knew that his email inbox would be stuffed with bids for Callum after this little scene aired.
The boy could be up on the block right away. Of course, that wasn't going to happen. He'd delay the initial offering of Callum's ass to his subscribers as long as possible, stoking their interest, building anticipation to maximize the amount of money his model's hot muscled butt would bring in. After years in the business, Meyers knew for sure that Callum had just the right combination of looks and attitude to ensure that the boy would still be bringing in big bucks even after a dozen auctions of his succulent ass. No doubt about it, this kid was going to be a fucking gold-mine - or at least a well fucked-out one.
Meyers also reminded himself that he didn't want to screw things up by moving too quickly.
He needed to bring this boy along slowly, like a young colt being broken in. So he let his smirk become a smile and, in his most fatherly voice, asked the boy,
"It wasn't so bad, was it, Callum?"
Callum was tempted to deny it. In his mind, there was nothing more damning for a straight guy then to admit that he had enjoyed being sucked off by another guy. However, it was also clear to Callum that it had to have been pretty obvious to Mr. Meyers, since he had watched the whole scene.
Now that Callum had pumped a huge load of his hot cum down Troy's throat, while moaning with pleasure, he remembered the incredible orgasm he had just experienced. It would be stupid to contradict the evidence of Mr. Meyers own eyes. Besides, it was pretty clear what answer Meyers wanted.
So Callum fixed a wan smile on his face and responded, "No, Sir. I guess it wasn't."
"Good," Mr. Meyers immediately replied.
"Then that's settled. From now on, whenever you get a boner that needs taking care of when you're here at the office Troy will blow you. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Sir!" Troy replied at once, not even trying to hide his pleasure at the new arrangement.
"Yes, Sir," Callum responded with much less enthusiasm. Somehow having a rule established that Troy would be sucking Callum off whenever he got a boner seemed a much more significant step than simply having Troy do it on an ad hoc basis. Callum couldn't help feeling that he had crossed some major threshold without being able to quite pinpoint what that threshold represented.
Smiling broadly at both his model and his son, John Meyers decided to bring this session to an end.
"Okay, guys," he ordered. "Time to get up on the roof."
"Yes, Sir," Troy agreed. Then, turning to Callum he said,
"Let's get going, Callum. A lot of good sun is going to waste and I'm sure you'd like to get settled in before Mr. Boner makes another appearance and I have to do you again."
Just hearing Troy mention having to do him again made Callum's blush deepen. Callum also realized that Troy had a point though. In the last week he'd been getting hard almost all the time, even right after he shot a load. Now, if he got hard again, that would mean he'd have to let Troy blow him again. Though Callum knew there was no way he could completely prevent that in the future, he wanted to delay that as long as possible, particularly right now seeing how tender and sensitive his dick still felt.
So he stifled any rejoinder he might normally have let fly and simply followed the receptionist out of the office.
It was a good forty-five minutes before Troy found himself outside his Dad's office door again, manning the front desk. He'd been pleasantly delayed on the roof, having to deal with yet another one of Callum's erections. Even given his continuous consumption of the energy supplement, it was amazing how quickly Callum's balls could recharge themselves. There was no way to accurately measure these things, but Troy was pretty sure the load he'd swallowed on the roof was at least as massive as the one he'd downed in the office.
Of course this time, without his Dad present, he was able to indulge himself and he stayed on Callum's dick long after the boy shot, until the boy was literally crying. The most amazing thing was, while Callum was almost frantic in his efforts to dislodge his aching dick from Troy's slurping mouth, twisting and turning his torso almost continuously, Callum never once reached down and tried to use his hands to force Troy's head off his cock.
It was as if they were handcuffed together behind his back though, in fact, they were unrestrained at his sides.
From his experience working with his father, Troy realized that this was an important indicator of just how far their conditioning of Callum had already progressed.
Callum had definitely wanted to stop Troy from continuing to suck on his super-sensitized dick and doubtless realized that his hands were not restrained, but despite the intense discomfort and pain he was feeling, he restrained himself from resorting to brute force.
He was afraid he might get into trouble if he did.
A normal reaction just a few weeks ago was now mollified effectively by strict control, a control ultimately exercised by John Meyers.
Troy was sure that it was only a matter of time, probably less than two or three weeks, before Callum would progress from having his own dick sucked to sucking someone else's cock.
Once that barrier was breached, once Callum had finally participated in the passive role in a gay sex act, it was only a matter of time before Callum's ass, itself, would be on the block - literally, in his case.
Troy had seen the progression too often in the past. He fully understood that it was now virtually inevitable. Once again, his old man had taken a putative completely straight dumb jock and manipulated and maneuvered him into participating in sexual actions he actually found repulsive.
Troy was just about to open the door to his father's office when a sharp shout from within brought him up short. When the agonized cry that he'd heard was immediately followed by the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping into flesh, a broad grin spread across his face. Kerry had been scheduled to get back today and he must have come straight to the office.
Of course, Meyers had probably ordered him to do just that, maybe telling him he wanted to view the outtakes from Kerry's second filming at Thug Studios. In fact, Troy knew, his Dad had been so horny during and after the session with Callum, that he needed a release. Kerry was the perfect object of desire.
It had been unusual for Thug Studios to schedule a second shoot so soon after the first, but Kerry, with his ginger hair and creamy white skin, had been quite a hit with all the guys out there.
Meyers was actually in negotiations with them to sign a multi-video deal giving them monthly access to Kerry's not inconsiderable talents.
Knowing how those guys loved to put fresh white boy pussy through the grinder, Troy was sure that Kerry's ass had to be sore as shit right now.
That wouldn't stop his old man from pounding the hell out of the redhead. In fact, he knew his father would enjoy Kerry even more, precisely because it would be especially painful for the young kid.
Truth be told, so would Troy.
Kerry might be a young gay guy, just awakening to his own sexual needs, but that didn't mean he necessarily enjoyed being reamed out when his butt was already battered and bruised.
He certainly wouldn't enjoy taking Troy's big dick right after his ass-lips had been battered into mush by his Father's violent assault. Knowing that would definitely increase Troy's pleasure when he took his old man's sloppy seconds.
Troy knew that he and his Father would have fucked Callum, but for now the second best choice was Kerry.
So with a smile lighting up his face, Troy opened the door. His Dad looked up from his desk where his dick was fully buried in Kerry's up-turned ass. "Come on in, Troy," his old man beckoned with a nod. He still had not mentioned he was Troys Dad in public.
"You can have a go at the bitch when I'm done with him. After that," he added, with a vicious thrust up the young model's aching butt that elicited another agonized groan from the boy beneath him, "maybe we can have a joint session up his stretched-out little boy twat."
"Sounds great, Sir," Troy responded, entering the room and closing the door behind him. In just a few seconds, Troy had once again stripped off his clothes and stood there watching his Dad pummel and abuse Kerry's hot little body, impressed as he always was by the vigor his Father displayed, assaulting their young model. For an old guy, his Father had amazing stamina, a quality Troy could appreciate much more when he wasn't on the receiving end.
Now that Kerry was back, Troy would be getting a break from servicing his old man at the office. If there was only some way to get Callum into his Father's bed at home, Troy's life would be much, much more pleasant. That was something Troy intended to work on. After he worked on Kerry's ass first, of course.