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The Hollywood Agency Book -9-
Chapter 28: "The Honey Trap"
While Callum successfully worked on his career and cherished his newfound love of Joey, Troy, as usual, was busy consolidating the Agency's foundations by recruiting new and exciting models.
He was looking forward to meeting a young man who was first introduced by his own mother.
Like Callum, this boy walked into the trap without expecting it. Troy smiled as he sorted the paperwork for the boy's mother to sign and checked the hidden cameras were ready for the interview.
It all had begun a few days earlier.
When the woman called the office, Troy had to take a deep breath as he heard what she had to offer. It sounded hilarious at first, but soon almost too good to be true.
Her name was Peggy Sue Carradine, and she insisted on spelling out her name for him. Troy knew the business quite well, and he also knew all the tricks. While the woman tried to sweet-talk him, she also tried to plant a little, tiny seed. The front desk assistant of the well known agency should take the subtle hint and cultivate the thought that she was a member of the famous Hollywood Dynasty of the Carradine's.
Troy had to swallow hard as she talked about her son, Keith. Keith Carradine, really subtle. He wanted to end the call, tell her some well rehearsed white lies, as she told him she just had sent a file full of pictures of her son.
Troy was curious, and while Mrs. Carradine was still on the line, talking to him, he opened the file.
She had told him she was the proud mother of a boy whose successful career in advertisements and small TV productions now needed a real boost, and Troy noticed she had only left out the typical “naked baby in front of the fireplace” pictures.
He did not download the pictures of a six year old, cute as a button, for obvious reasons, just used the preview function of his browser, but the still-shots of the teenage Keith caught his eye.
The pictures his mother sent were shamelessly promoting her son, showing him from a very young age to the present, always just wearing the most revealing shorts or speedos. The woman did not seem to care that she showed jail-bate pictures to someone she didn’t even knew, but the pictures were already widely known. The boy had modeled for children’s fashion since he was born.
Troy compared two pictures now, Keith of maybe fourteen and the boy at sixteen. Keith had grown but did not loose his athletic build he just had lost a little of the round baby-face that showed in the one picture. The other, however, showed a boy ripe for the picking.
He was much too seasoned to fall for her tricks. Troy had seen many of those typical Hollywood moms, willing to teach their own son to suck dick and be more successful on the casting couch. Keith's mom had landed his first hit as she signed a contract for a comedy TV show, certainly for his good looks and probably for sucking a producer’s dick.
Troy had to admit that the pictures of the young boy Keith had been hot, and he could easily see why girls and possibly even boys of 10 to 14 liked to watch the hilarious comedy were Keith had played the stupid, sexy and always funny second son.
Keith’ mom had sent a short video of her son in scenes of the show, and the boy had been openly used as eye-candy, mostly bare chested on the beach, wearing nothing but tight shorts or small Speedos, emphasizing his round sexy boy-butt.
In one scene Troy could admire the boy fully, as the nude Keith, in a lusciously mouthwatering early morning wake-up scene, offered a delicious short glimpse of his full nuts as he tossed away his blanket and showed his sexy back and fuckable ass. This scene had certainly never been aired, but somehow, surely by mistake, had found it's way into the presentation Keith' mom had sent.
Troy had never watched the one season only family show, but he made a mental note to look for it online. When the producers had booked one sexy boy for the cast, the older brother had to be smoking hot, right?
Meanwhile Mrs. Carradine still talked. Troy was already fed up with the annoying, typical movie star mom attitude of the stupid woman, who by now talked about the difficulties she had had while trying to find a new, certainly a leading role, for her son.
To Troy this woman seemed to be a typical homophobic, Midwestern, Republican voting housewife, but on the other hand she was open to sell her son's ass, literally, to land a lucrative deal.
Troy would have hung up already, but now she was openly showing she would sell her son to the devil himself if he was a famous producer or director.
Troy invited Keith to meet in person and ended the call to take a longer look at the promising pictures of the young aspiring model.
He was going through the set card the woman had sent. She had evidently exposed her beloved son to the prying eye of a perverted photographer more than once, and the pictures Troy now looked at showed Keith growing from an adorable boy into a sexy young man. The pictures Troy now reviewed had been taken on the beach, and the, again, very small Speedo showed a very nice bulge. The boy in those pictures was around 16 or 17, legally able to fuck in certain countries, and Troy imagined the pouty, full lips of the hotty around his dick.
In the last pictures, evidently taken just days ago, the now 18 year old Keith looked finger licking good, and Troy decided to make a few calls to prepare for the upcoming meeting with Keith Carradine and his managing Mom Peggy Sue.
It took the experienced assistant only a short time to find the photographer who had taken the latest shots of the boy. This man had already been working with JM Modeling Agency, and he was more than willing to send a few more pictures from his private archive.
One very explicit pic looked like a weird condom commercial, and the photographer laughed as he admitted the boys' mother had been supervising the photo shoot, but never stepped in. The pictures clearly showed a naked young dreamboat with a condom half rolled down his quite impressive shaft.
The photographer told Troy that the mother was not above the idea of sending her son to a casting couch or two to sign a major contract.
As they talked, Troy had to pry the pics loose from the man who took them, but in the end he sent his hottest pictures.
In one of the pictures Keith’ cock seemed at least half hard, and the still naive face had the slightest hint of a smile as the boy held a hilarious trophy up, a weird looking baseball bat mounted on a piece of wood, he had used as a test dummy for a condom.
Troy could imagine how much coercing had been necessary to take this pic. The naked, sexy, athletic and hung boy had covered a piece of wood with a cover for a woody. Troy had to suppress a giggle. He knew how much secret fun it must have been for the photographer to make the boy hold up a fake “Little League” trophy.
Troy decided to surprise his Dad. John Meyers, the older half of the partnership that lead JM Modeling Agency, trusted his son and assistant Troy enough to let him handle the daily work.
Only a day later, Mrs. Carradine and her son Keith blessed the office with their presence. The woman was full of her usual confidence as she introduce her son, her pride and joy, her shiny jewel to Troy.
Troy Meyers certainly saw the potential of the boy, and the clothes his mother had chosen for him to wear for the occasion made clear she really, really wanted to sign the contract.
Keith wore a white shirt made of very light silk, flowing over his well formed upper body, clearly giving a hint how big and suckable his nipples looked. The broad shoulders were perfectly emphasized, and the only tight parts of the shirt were the short sleeves, proudly displaying the boy’s huge biceps.
His shorts were the complete opposite. They were clearly meant to show an air of business-like attire. However, the ambitious mom had chosen the tightest and smallest pair of shorts she could possibly find, so the boy's pants left nothing to the imagination. The big bulge and the nice round butt were perfectly displayed, even highlighted. A silly tie completed the outfit, and in Troy’s head he was already using it to tie the boy’s hands.
Mrs. Carradine as usual talked loudly and shrilly and since his door was ajar, Mr. Meyers heard the penetrating voice of a women who was overly excited and dripping with false friendliness as she introduced herself and her son.
Meyers checked the security cameras overlooking the front desk, and saw his son Troy stand up and shake her hand, before he gripped the boy's hand in a manly way. Meyers wondered why Troy today had decided to play the butch guy and not the whimsy gay, but he trusted his son's instincts.
If a parent was around, the process of signing a contract was very different from signing a naive, hungry young man, all alone in the world.
Meyers realized that his son played the role of the manly, straight, trustworthy assistant, representing a manly, straight, trustworthy agency able to get the best for the woman's son. This bitch wanted the best, the most money, the biggest films, and she was willing to sacrifice her son to get what she craved.
Troy had no qualms in playing any role necessary to reach his goals. Meyers chuckled while he waited to be contacted. Troy played his role to the T, and after a few minutes of chatting, even taking notes of the boy's stats and copying his ID Card and driver license, he pressed the button on the intercom.
“Sir, your appointment is here, Mrs. Carradine and her son Keith”
Other than a few pictures, Meyers had no idea who would walk into his office, since Troy usually handled the mundane business himself. The Agent waited, still sitting behind his desk, and let the huge, imposing office do it's job, displaying the wealth and power of the agency and the importance of the man sitting behind the huge desk. He always wanted to hear the voice, wanted to see the reaction of a model before he made up his mind, but in this case the pictures had certainly matched the reality.
Meyers pretended to end a telephone call, waving his hand to invite the woman and the young man to come in. His visitors could not see the pictures of the boy on the Agent's computer screen. The Agent had just looked at the naked pictures, showing the boy in his most vulnerable positions. The photographer had provided the shots gladly, even gossiping a bit about the boys qualities.
Evidently Keith was trained well beyond his age and could suck a tennis-ball through a water hose’, as the photographer had joked.
Troy closed the door. Meyers knew he would be checking the security cams.
The Agent had already made up his mind. The woman was dressed a little too flashy and flamboyantly, her hairdo looked like her best friend Loretta did it at home, her makeup looked a little to overdone and made her look like a fifty year old trying her best to look like thirty-five, and her long fingernails were as fake as her demeanor.
Keith looked like he did not want to be there, standing slightly behind his mother who was seeking the attention and looking for the applause, while he was looking for a place to hide, it seemed.
Meyers was now standing, shaking the hand of Mrs. Carradine, while complementing her. She drank in the Agents assertion how delighted he was to finally meet her and her son. The entertainment industry, or, as he quickly corrected himself, the film business was small, and he naturally had heard of Keith Carradine and his cunning manager, his own mother.
Troy grinned, alone at the front desk, as he heard his Dad sell all the lies the stupid woman wanted to hear.
He knew his Dad had already decided that Keith was one of the sexiest models around, and just needed to be trained hard to be as good as the industry wanted.
Mrs. Carradine was already talking nonsense again, telling Mr. Meyers that she certainly was not related to the famous Carradine family of actors, but anyone would think so after they saw her good looking son.
Meyers himself asked Keith to get up and turn around, and he had to admit the resemblance to the actors Keith or David was stunning. He even suggested that Keith should take off his shirt to show the him the famous, muscled fighter body of the actors famed for their martial arts films.
Mother Carradine all but ordered her son to get up and strip off his shirt, and both Troy, watching the scene from outside, and Meyers, watching the young sexy boy up close, were delighted to see the possibilities.
This young man would do all they wanted, already being formed, basically brainwashed by his overly ambitious Mother. He would not complain when they made him rehearse a certain scene for the umpteenth time, wearing nothing more than a Speedo, and he would, in the end, be really nice to all those producers, directors and managing directors that would want to meet him.
The boy wore nothing but his tight briefs now, while his mother pressed on to do business.
Mrs. Carradine, all too sure she was her sons well versed manager, signed the Agencies standard contract without delay. She basically insisted on wasting no time, after she had heard so much about JM Modeling Agency.
Meyers told her to send Keith back the next morning for a first test photo shoot, and she answered affirmatively, planning to do a shopping tour while his pictures were taken.
As the unnerving mother and the sexy son had left, Troy walked in.
“Fuck, Dad, what a find! “He walked around his Dad's desk and opened a file on the computer.
Meyers licked his lips as he saw the pictures Troy had managed to get. The boy's dick looked good enough to eat, and his round ass was of such a perfect form even a peach would be jealous, compared to it.
Meyers smiled as he fondled his son’s ass: “He is perfect. I guess he's so well trained by his mom that he would not mind sitting in my lap naked if I just told him to.”
Troy was a little more skeptical, but he was also aroused by the prospect of using and abusing the sexy boy they just had met. They both looked forward to the first real work meetings.
The future was wide open, and Troy decided to start working on some AI footage to give his dad and some prospective partners a good look at the new boy's possibilities.
He soon uploaded an already programmed scene and gave the AI model young Keith Carradine's features.
A fully digitalized “man” appeared to fondle the artificial “Keith”, and Troy had to concentrate hard on his work to be able to ignore the hot footage his screen displayed.
The boy on screen stood like a hustler, his back against a wall, one foot up, wearing tight cutoff jeans and a tank top that displayed his hot body. Troy had used the real footage of Keith, and just emphasized some curves to really turn on the viewers.
The artificial Keith on screen gave a suggestive, nonchalant, tug at his boner – straightening it in his tight cut-offs. The man Troy had generated to play with “Keith” smiled and adjusted his own, obvious, erection.
The man knelt by the boy, face level with Keith' cock. “Nothing we can't take care of” he said.
“I hope so Sir…” The boy's cock was now inches from the man's mouth and was oozing precum into his cut offs.
Without missing a beat the man unzipped the tight shorts, flaring them and lowering them, and “Keith” gasped as his dick was first kissed then licked. “Nice cock on you boy” the man said as he engulfed Keith' throbbing, dripping head. He felt the tongue swirl around it, searching his piss slit with the tip, extracting precum.
The man was an expert, and Troy made sure the users could see the boy's face showing his horniness and the fact that he could feel his orgasm already building.
Suddenly the man was turning “Keith” around, pulling his ass cheeks apart, and the boy felt the tongue on his hole – licking him. He let out such a moan the whole world probably heard it. God, he did like that and begged the man for more.
The tongue ran up and down his crack, resting on the twitching hole. ‘Pretty hole too” the man grunted as he devoured it.
Troy made sure the audience saw how good the man's tongue felt, showing the boy had never felt anything like it, anything so good. He’d never had, or let, another guy near his asshole.
Troy uploaded further, already programmed moves. A finger replaced the tongue and 'Keith' nearly shot his load. The finger was joined by a second and then a third. There was an urgency from the man and his big muscular fingers. The probing and poking was incessant, intense, forceful.
'Keith' cock had never been soo hard or soo productive of pre-cum, it seemed. The screen displayed a hot arousing scene. Troy changed a setting and his computer edited the scene he just had done to create a new style, and Troy chuckled as he saw his work now in ‘Manga’ style. The ‘Manga-Keith’ looked hot too, and surely the fantasy would sell well in Asia.
Anyone buying this little computer animated comic-strip could tell the man had 'Keith' just where he wanted him – on the verge of cumming and in such a state of arousal he'd do anything.
Troy leaned back, playing the completed clip once again. His dick in his hand felt good, he knew he had done the right thing, and the Agency would thrive! All looked good for the future!
But still, his mind wandered. He was considering which model he should contact next, what studio or which photographer was in need of a sexy body to work with. As the phone rang, Troy answered without hesitation, his voice displaying the cool demeanor he always used when representing the Agency.
The man on the other end knew what he wanted, and Troy soon started the next operation to satisfy a client. Business as usual.
Two days later, as the Agencies’ client Mr. Johnson woke up, he saw the bright light of day filter through the curtains, and he felt the presence of the young black man that had served him so well last night.
Even though he kept the young high school boy busy for the better half of the night, Johnson felt fresh and almost youthful, and he felt his dick was fully hard, something he had not felt for years: A piss hardon.
The muscular black boy snored lightly, giving Johnson an urgent feeling to hug and kiss the cute young man, but for now he decided to get up and relieve his bladder.
He looked at the well-formed ass he had fucked several times last night, and left the sleeping boy as he walked over to the well appointed bathroom. He stood in front of the toilet naked, as he saw his last night's companion in the mirror, waking up, giving him an almost bashful smile.
"I am sorry sir, I should have been awake long before you" the boy said, as he snuggled into Johnson's back. The man could feel the hefty erection of the studly black boy , and he heard him practically purr.
The Agency had provided the man’s fantasy to perfection: Johnson, a businessman alone in the strange town, was waiting in his hotel for a pizza that arrived late, and cold. The angry, hungry customer knew the Pizza-Boy had to be punished for the delay, and so the night started.
Turning around, Johnson knew what would happen: The young Pizza-Boy knelt and took his customer’s dick right down his throat.
As the pizza-boy sucked the man's dick, Johnson looked down at the good-looking young man, and he felt he could fall for him. The happy face with those wide, intelligent eyes, with those red, pouty, full lips, now tightly wrapped around his fat dick, smiling even though they worked him hard, and the overall beautifully muscled and highly toned body made the perfect package.
As Mr. Johnson came hard again, for the fourth time since he had arrived here, he had no idea his body was full of powerful sex drugs a partner of the Agency had invented. The pizza he and the boy had eaten after the first round of fucking was laced with the chems that made Johnson feel young again.
Johnson was a rich and powerful client and the Agency wanted just the best for him, in order to get back the best off him.
Meanwhile Johnson's dick had been licked clean, and the powerful customer was in the shower, alone, since he had sent the black boy to get breakfast.
As he lathered up in the luxuriously thick foam he had found in the shower stall, he felt soo great he would be able to solve the worlds problems and climb the Everest, all in one go.
Johnson did not even suspect something was awry. He had made the right decision, and meeting the black boy was the best that his fate had had in store for him in years.
Johnson did not even realize the boy had not told him his name.
Dry and dressed in a light business suit, he walked out onto the patio of his suite, expecting to see his companion from last night.
Instead he was surprised by Wong, the driver and assistant the agency had sent to the airport to pick Johnson up. Wong, again dressed in something like a butlers suit, although tight and all but showing off his sexy little body, served a wonderful breakfast.
Johnson sat down and took a long sip of a perfectly brewed cappuccino, and realized it tasted just like that he had drunk in Italy, during that holiday years ago that he had almost forgotten all about.
Wong smiled as he watched the older man eat, seemingly liking all he had served him. Johnson had absolutely no idea how detailed the dossier was the Agency had of him.
As Mr. Johnson was done and sipped the last of his coffee, he addressed Wong:
"Wong, where did.... uhm.... my.... uhm.... last night's companion vanish to?" He realized now that he just thought of the young muscled servant as "boy" or "the black boy" and his only longings now were to be touching his soft skin, feel his solid muscles, fuck his tight ass or wet mouth.
Wong just smiled in his asian way, without giving away his real feelings, as he answered:
"He need's to run some errands for you, Sir"
Johnson looked at Wong, flabbergasted: "For me?"
Wong again smiled. He had seen the man’s reaction, surprise, but also longing and a true sexual tension.
"Yes, Sir. He has sent the suit you wore last night away to be cleaned and pressed, and he will then be in gym for the next two hours."
"Two hours?" a very surprised man asked.
Wong again smiled his almost cherubic, asian smile as he simply answered:
"Oh yes, he wants to be in peek condition for you, sir"
Since Troy from the Agency knew everything about marketing and the psychological aspects of it, he gave their well known customer no time to think. Johnson was rich enough to pay for more than just one night, and since he was in town for a week, Troy wanted to make sure Johnson would spend his money with the Agency.
Wong opened the knot of his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, and Mr. Johnson could do nothing but watch his assistant strip naked and reveal a muscular body that had been well hidden in the perfectly tailored suit Wong had been wearing.
Before the young Asian dropped his trousers, he smiled: "You have an appointment in the spa in 90 minutes, Sir"
In no time at all Mr. Johnson was no longer thinking of the black boy he had savored the previous night, but moaned in lust as Wong masterfully licked his dick. The black Pizza-Boy had proven his skills during the night, but now Wong showed even more abilities.
Mr. Johnson came after a tantalizing play of the young muscled Asian’s tongue and lips, and had to chuckle as he remembered a line out of a James Bond movie: " You're a cunning linguist, Mister Bond"
Wong sucked Mr. Johnson's dick clean as a whistle, and Wong knew the man was euphoric now, ready for the relaxing massage in the spa.
Right on time the door opened, and the young black boy who had played the Pizza-Boy last night walked in and nodded at Wong.
The Asian boy, reverting to being the perfect assistant again, introduced him to Mr. Johnson.
‘Pizza-Boy’s’ name was Billy.
"Mr. Johnson, may I escort you to our spa center?" Billy asked, smiling invitingly.
"Well yes, sure, lead the way, young man!" Johnson followed the former ‘Pizza-Boy’ who led him to the spa center. Johnson in fact only saw the young man's back with his spectacular ass, and, even though he was about to have a relaxing hot stone massage, he got hard and horny again.
Billy was all smiles as he showed Johnson around, showing the massage table and even an area with a cubicle with a nice big and comfortable looking bed that seemed to be reserved for sex.
The young black knew perfectly well that each move was filmed and stored for future use. Troy Meyers had told him all about it.
Mr. Johnson was too important and needed the extra security, Troy had said.
And Troy in person supervised the proceedings. Maybe, in the future, the Agency might need a little support, some well worded endorsement or a little favor. Mr. Johnson, with the right amount of encouragement by the Meyers, would certainly be happy to lend a hand.
So, while on screen Billy, the former ‘Pizza-Boy’, gave the man the massage he needed so desperately, Troy was only filming the man’s face for that extra security.
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