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The Hollywood Agency Book -9-
Chapter 29: "Fresh Blood"
Isn’t it funny how one little thing can change someone’s life forever. Something that seems so insignificant at the time, but which sets off a chain of events that alter someone’s whole future. Butterflies and Hurricanes, as they say.
If Mr. Meyers had not answered his mobile phone as he was just about to head out of the front door that day, he would have departed a minute earlier and the kids down the street would not have stopped him for a second while they retrieved their ball from the road.
If Meyers had not had to wait for the kids, he would have sailed through the green light at the next crossroads. If he had not missed the green light the dumb-ass on his cellphone, following a little too close behind him, would never had rammed into the back of Meyers’ Maybach while he waited at the red light.
If he had not been hit by that idiot, he would not have to have his car towed to the body shop to get it repaired, and he would have never gone to the coffee shop down by the boardwalk.
He would never had chosen to sit down and drink a cup of coffee, taking in the view of the beach, trying to relax again after the accident, and he would never had seen the boy.
Things would have never happened the way they did, most certainly not for the boy.
Anyway, neither Meyers nor the boy would ever know that they owed their fate to the marketing division of the local newspaper, trying to sell a weekly subscription over the phone that morning. Was this chain of events merely coincidence? Or is there no such thing as coincidence?
Surely the boy would rather think that his life was not turned upside down by such a random series of apparently unconnected events. Who knows, maybe it had always been his destiny.
Meyers lazily looked around, scanning the beach for good-looking model-material, almost automatically, as usual. A group of muscled young latin boys caught his eye, every inch the rugged gang-member-wannabees the Agency often cast for films. Pornfilms, gay hardcore ones, to be precise.
Now Meyers saw an amazing example of a group of teenage jock boys. They looked not much older than sixteen, maybe seventeen or eighteen years old. With long lean torsos, nice wide shoulders and the slim waists of boys right after puberty they all looked basically the same.
One of them stuck out, though.
His low slung, much too large boardshorts hung with just the right amount of sag to reveal a delicious stripe of alabaster colored skin right above the mounds of his little round ass.
Smooth and unblemished skin kissed by the Californian sun, a hint of butt crack at the back. Smooth expanse of veined lower belly, going down in a V of muscles. A nicely muscled chest topped off with two quarter sized nipples, popping up like pencil erasers, and tight washboard abs.
A cute little “outie” belly button that bulged slightly, accentuated by the rippling muscle just beneath the skin as the kid walked, or rather swaggered along with the cocky, self-assured attitude of a boy who knows how good he looks.
His hair was light blonde, bleached by the sun. It certainly would look darker when wet, and the boy had that innocently sexy scruffy hairstyle as if he had just dried it with a towel and left it.
His face was that of a typical handsome, blue eyed, All American boy.
Meyers had made up his mind already. The boy was a prime candidate for the Agency, ready to be modeling. All ready equipped with just the right amount of fresh faced innocence combined with the cockiness the designer labels and manufacturers wanted. It would be fun to break him in, mould him, train him, and use him, Meyers thought.
By the time he found out that the boy was not the usual arrogant jock asshole, it was far too late.
As he sat there with his coffee, watching him stroll along without a care in the world, shaking his cute little butt like everything belonged to him, Meyers knew the boys fate was already sealed.
In his mind he pictured him stretched out naked on his training table, the wickedly sharp teeth of alligator clips biting into the tender flesh of his tits, muscles straining, while a fucking machine rammed an eight inch dildo up his virgin, jock-boy ass.
Meyers imagined the boy grunting in pain and lust as he was filmed in all those unspeakable scenes that the porn-film-director would come up with, to the delight of so many close friends and followers of the studios that Meyers owned or worked with.
Meyers would make him into the newest boytoy and underground media sensation for all the pervs out there that liked to see a young cocky boy, and he would make another fortune along the way.
Never one to hold back when his mind was set, John Meyers called the boy over as he passed the coffee shop, and introduced himself. Soon he knew the boy’s name was Tyler, who just had turned eighteen.
He told the boy about the Agency, JM Modeling Agency of Hollywood, and the boy was more than interested. As usual Meyers did not tell the prospective new model all about his true motives, but painted a picture of the high-gloss world of fashion modeling.
As Tyler swallowed the bait and sat down to have a coffee with the agent, Meyers gave a few more insights, testing the waters.
“We have some very wealthy clients, some of whom have, how shall I put it, “unusual” tastes, which we endeavor to satisfy” he told the boy.
These ‘tastes’ involved the procuring of the services of unwilling young straight jocks like this boy, and Meyers usual plan for luring such a teen muscle boy into his web was to tell them exactly what those boys wanted to hear, not the truth.
Meyers used a well tested hook and perfect bait.
Meyers told Tyler that a new Fitness-Club, which the boy had naturally heard of, was about to start a new marketing campaign aimed at attracting the younger demographic. Meyers spun a story about the growing concern with the rise in obesity in young people, and then he set the trap.
He just told Tyler what the boy wanted to hear. After all here he was, proudly showing off the muscles he had clearly worked so hard to get. Meyers complimented him on his body, told him that he was just what the Agency was looking for. The boy would be the perfect fitness model for the new campaign.
As usual, Meyers read the vain boy like an open book. Tyler was the typical jock, maybe a little bully, always using his good looks to attract girls and maybe even boys alike, and always getting his way with his athletic abilities. He was the poster-boy every High School has, the Homecoming King, the Star Quarterback.
Meyers sweetened his proposal. If Tyler would come in for a try out with a photographer, the Agency would give the young athlete free membership at the new health club, spa and gym for a full year, whether he wanted to model or not, and whether he ended up in the campaign or not.
Tyler was all ears. Meyers saw the boys eyes light up, his inhibitions melting away like ice in the hot sun.
He smiled maliciously as he gave the boy one last incentive: If he decided to model for the campaign, he would be handsomely rewarded, and would be granted a free lifetime membership to the Health Club and Spa.
Tyler knew the club was very exclusive, and probably way beyond his means to join otherwise.
It was sweet to see him blush slightly when Meyers told him what a fabulous body he had. This was the first indication that he was not as arrogant as he first appeared. Even though he had reacted as expected, sitting up a little straighter and giving his muscles a little more tension, he did not project the image of a cocky jock.
However, he met the important part for Meyers business, he was in fact the poster-boy of young, hot male in the flesh.
The clients would be delighted to bid for his services, that much was already clear.
They talked for a while to relax the boy again. He had already said his name was Tyler. As was usual for boys his age he had just got his driver’s licence. Meyers found out he wrestled and swam for his High School, and even though his parents were by no means poor, they certainly would not be able to afford the fees at the Health Club that he would love to visit and check out.
Again he showed that he was not the dumb jock Meyers had originally pegged him for, as he said he would have to talk about the whole scenario with his parents before he agreed to anything.
Meyers gave him a business-card and they parted with the commitment to stay in touch.
Tyler was certainly a very self assured young man, and not as cocky as the Agent had assumed he would be. But it was already too late for him. He had taken the bait and was certainly almost trembling with suspense to see the club and get his hands on the newest workout technology. As far as Meyers was concerned, the deal was done, and he would do whatever it took to get his hands on the boy’s smoking hot muscled body.
The Agent also knew that the small inner circle of special members was surely going to love the boy’s natural beauty and tender, unblemished flesh.
The very next day Meyers was sitting in the office, as his son and assistant Troy walked in to announce the boy had called to say that his parents had OK’d the try out. Troy even spoke briefly to the Father, who seemed to be concerned that his son might be exploited, but soon thanked Troy effusively for the Agencies interest in the boy’s future.
The father even told Troy that they had been trying to convince Tyler to try modeling for some time, but the boy had felt his looks were not that special, and had rejected the idea.
Troy was grinning wickedly as he gave a brief report of the telephone call. He said openly:” This moron of a Dad wants the big money, and hes the typical Hollywood Daddy.”
Meyers and his son both knew that type. Parents like this would never say “No” to anything.
Meyers grinned. He knew his “objective” opinion he had given Tyler about the boy’s looks, coupled with the lure of being able to use the fancy ‘In’- Club, had swayed it for him. The boy’s mom seemed to be especially excited about the prospects for her son’s future in the fashion industry, since she, as Tyler’s Dad told Troy laughing, always read the high gloss magazines.
Meyers had overheard Troy as he assured Tyler’s parents that he saw a huge opportunity for the boy in some high gloss productions, but he was carefully vague. Nobody wants to hear about their own son’s future as a model in pervy and kinky leather sex productions or similar scenarios.
Inviting the boy for his first test shots, Troy even asked Tyler to bring his wrestling singlet, workout clothes and a speedo, and they set up a time for the photo session.
The last thing the Assistant asked them to do was to answer an email. He would send a form they needed to printout and sign. Little did they know that Tyler would give the devious Troy access to his computer without even knowing it. The second he opened the email attachment and printed it, a spyware program would hi-jack the boy’s computer.
As soon as Troy got off the phone, he started a special program. Soon he watched Tyler’s room, the boy oblivious of the fact that Troy now used the boy’s webcam to watch his every single action.
Troy got in touch with a partner of the Agency. Geoff, who had worked for Mr. Meyers for years , was an expert in training boys, and was, of course, a professional photographer to disguise his main field of expertise.
He had a nice portfolio of model photos to choose from to satisfy even the most exquisite demands of the very wealthy clients the Agency catered for, but he was always looking for new faces and fresh ass.
After he had given a quick report to his dad, Troy walked in just in time to see Tyler in full glory, evidently just walking in after a hot shower. Troy licked his lips as he saw the hot boy in his sweatpants.
Oblivious of being filmed, he gave the webcam a good view. Troy knew he had the proverbial foot in the door and could observe any act Tyler might want to commit in the future, not obeying a rule his parents might have set up for instance. It would be quite entertaining to watch that jock in his private sanctuary, doing what boys do. Troy was certain the Agencies eager online community of paying admirers would love the opportunities .
Seeing the still dressed Tyler reminded Troy of a certain other project of his. He logged into another model’s webcam. The young man was evidently just doing the workout the Agency had taught him to do. Without weights, just using his body weight, he had to go through a series of moves. To the delight of the audience this muscled young black athlete usually just wore a tight jockstrap when he worked out, his black skin glistening in sweat. Just as Troy switched to his channel, the model, Jamal, sat down on his bed.
By now Jamal had been fully broken in and knew he was being filmed, and he had accepted that he worked for the Agency.
Troy knew Jamal would soon start the next part of his show, after the workout of his muscles he would work out his fat dick.
He was also one of the hottest GoGo-Boys at ‘The Eagle’, one of the fanciest clubs in town.
Meyers always made sure his stable of boyflesh was in perfect condition, and it made no difference if the boys were having a fully equipped fitness-studio at hand, or had to workout without any tools. The boy, Jamal, had an impressive body, and his jockstrap was tailored to show off his goods.
For now it hid his beautiful bulge, and he knew he had to emphasize his superb build by wearing revealing clothes. After all, men all over the world watched him now. Jamal had to make sure those men got what they paid for. He was a well trained member of Meyers stable of hot boys.
Troy did check on some other of their boys, and soon had an eyefull of sexiness, a boy all soaped up taking a shower.
The users loved shower scenes, and Troy was glad that this guy was built like a god. However, even though he was trying to give a good show, he failed miserably. Troy fumed as the good looking boy with the huge dick blew the show with awkward moves , always looking right into the camera, a waterproof action cam on a suction-cup that he had placed to show the shower-stall. Troy sighed knowing he needed to start the training of this hot, but dumb stud all over again. The good side of that medal: He only had had the opportunity to lay his hands on this hung dumb kid once. He made a note to summon the boy to a get together for further training.
The last boy Troy checked routinely on camera was a real cute athlete he had met at a comic convention. The cutie was online for a scheduled session of camsex , dressed as Spiderman.
He showed the popular poses of the sexy crimefighter while he slowly stripped off his suit, beginning with the face mask.
His boyish face looked completely out of place, harshly contrasting with the well trained muscle body and the most prominent bulge in his one piece superhero outfit.
He looked perfect, and he knew that he was a huge success, playing with the online users like a well seasoned pro. As often happened, even Troy was wondering how an innocent boy next door could turn into such a hot slut for the pervy men that paid to watch him.
By now the screen showed him pushing the tight suit off his magnificent upper body, going through some more signature moves of Spiderman.
Troy could not resist and opened the boy’s file for some older scenes they had produced with him. He liked the hero outfit, and the users liked it, too.
Tyler, on the other hand, surely had no idea what waited for him, and what he might like to do in the end.
When the day of the try out dawned Mr. Meyers arrived at the gym early to ensure that everything was set up. Lights and camera equipment were all ready in the main gym and the pool area, as well as in a more private room that would serve as the private workout area.
Meyers planned to surprise the boy and break him as quickly as possible and begin the process of turning Tyler from a self assured young jock into a submissive, cock loving pain slut while the cameras were filming.
Tyler arrived perfectly on time, wearing a pair of baggy cargo shorts and a tight tank-top which showed off his broad shoulders, pert tits, and ripped stomach nicely. The deep cut out sides showed his perfect arms with those round biceps and defined triceps, and when he lifted his arms the hem of the shirt rose up just enough to show a little of his smooth lower belly, and the waistband of a pair of A&F boxer briefs. Meyers showed Tyler to the “studio”, and suggested he change into his workout clothes for the first batch of photos.
The room was equipped on three walls with huge mirrors, since it was used for various exercise classes. Tyler saw there was no curtain to stand behind to change, so he decided to change right in the middle of the room. All of the rooms of the gym were equipped with perfectly hidden high resolution cameras, but those mirrors were semi-transparent non of the less. If the wish arose to see the object of desire in the flesh, it was easy to arrange.
Tyler had barely hesitated after the suggestion to change, dropping his gym bag to the floor and stripping off the shirt to reveal the superb teen torso, which had drawn Mr. Meyers attention to him in the first place.
It was a good sign that he took directions so easily. His shoulders and chest glowed with a hint of redness, suggesting he that had spent the previous day on the beach, and his nice tanned skin looked impeccably, perfect to model for any health product.
Meyers watched him pulling off his tank top with a surf logo on the front, again imagining how he would soon be working his luscious, tender nipples and his pert bubble butt. Tyler would eventually squirm and grunt as suction cups or maybe sharp teeth clamps with nice weights were used on his little nipples. Meyers knew his clients liked to give a pair of nice hard pecs the full courtesy of their attention.
Next Tyler slipped out of his Flip Flops, and dropped the cargo shorts, stepping out of them, showing his decent sized package filling out his boxer briefs. Meyers could feel his own ample manhood growing hard as he watched the boy.
Tyler put on a pair of white Nike basketball shorts, which he wore low, showing an inch or two of the underwear beneath, then a tank top that again hid the ripped upper body from prying eyes, but was tight enough to display it.
Finally, he pulled on a pair of sneaker socks, and basketball sneakers.
The tank top framed his muscular shoulders and upper arms deliciously. The boy was in fact the poster-boy of the perfect All American physical culture. Meyers’ clients could often be described as the archetypal rich nerds who , as a young student, was tormented by the typical muscled and dumb jock-boys, and Tyler was a fine example of the dumb jock the clients liked to see abused to get their revenge.
The clients loved to lay hands on the same type of muscled, hung and perfectly built athlete. They were delighted to make those boys sweat.
After Tyler was done changing, Meyers showed him the main Gym, which was divided into a cardio area and a weight room. All the equipment was top of the range and brand new, and Tyler was suitably impressed as the Agent gave him a tour.
They met the photographer, Geoff. After introducing Tyler to Geoff and some other members of the handpicked staff, the photo-session started with Tyler working the treadmill for the first photos and videos, then the elliptical trainers, spin bikes, and rowing machines, before taking him to the weight room. The photographer made Tyler change his outfits so many times that the young model soon lost all inhibitions and changed without thinking in front of all the prying eyes and the cameras.
Only a few of the clients were using the gym at this time of day, but Mr. Meyers noticed with pleasure that those who were around seemed to take a keen interest in Tyler. Several of the clients perked up as they saw the attractive young man. Fresh meat, in their eyes.
Once the group had relocated to the weight room, Meyers asked Tyler if he would mind taking off his tank top. The photographer wanted to see his muscles working when the new model used the weight machines and free weights. Tyler simply shrugged his shoulders and took off the top, again showing a willingness to obey orders.
He started with the weight machines working his chest, and Geoff took a few shots before halting and turning to Mr. Meyers with a thought:
“Listen, we have a problem. The waistband of the briefs are showing the A&F logo. We have to lose it for any shots to be usable.” Meyers smiled at Geoff, appreciating his ad libbing.
“Oh sure, I hadn’t thought of that. Tyler, do you mind losing the boxers. We can’t advertise another company when we are trying to market the Club.”
“Er, yeah, I guess so, I’ll be right back.” The boy answered. To strip naked in front of so many men and the cameras was maybe a little too much just yet.
“Its ok, you can take them off here, none of our female clients are around right now.” Meyers simply said.
"Erm, oh.… OK, I guess." Tyler stammered a little, looking far less comfortable now. He kicked off his sneakers and pushed the shorts down, but it took a little longer to decide to slide the boxer briefs down.
He stood turned away from the photographer, exposing his incredible marble white bubble butt as he bent over to pull the Nike shorts back up, this time going commando. As before he wore them low, only this time instead of the waist band of his boxer briefs his tight lower belly showed, and the v-cut of his hips was disappearing into the waistband of the white nylon shorts.
His tan lines indicated he either sunbathed in a speedo or perhaps used a sunbed, as a lot of High School swimmers do these days. That was good, since so many young bucks seem to have no tan between the waist and knee thanks to the long baggy shorts they all wore.
However, if he was to be one of the boys the Agency promoted, an all over tan would be better, and Meyers knew Tyler soon would be taking sunbathes in the nude, just like the other models, on the roof terrace of the Agency.
“Lets try the hanging leg lifts.” Geoff offered, and the group moved over to the pull-up bar.
Tyler settled himself into position, and Geoff placed the tripod with the camera he used in front of the apparatus. “Whenever you’re ready, buddy.” He encouraged Tyler.
Well, it was an inspired suggestion from Geoff. Seeing the boy hanging there, arms wide, taught belly stretched even tighter, seeing all his muscles strain as he raised his legs straight out in front of him was magnificent. After two sets of a dozen full moves, a sheen of sweat covered his lithe young body, and a small crowd of admirers had stopped what they were doing to watch.
No doubt one or two of them were imagining the boy tied by the wrists, hanging helpless before them, fantasizing what they could do to his exposed, lean and smooth teen body.
Meyers let his fantasy run free for a moment, visualizing this gorgeous boy with wide spread legs, held open by a spreader bar, naked, so his penis hung free, exposed to the groping hands of the men standing around, or possibly a little whip someone would certainly use to motivate the boy, any time soon.
Boys all needed a little encouragement from time to time, and there were special means and methods.
Tyler’s skin would remain spotless even after a longer session, but the audience would certainly be entranced to watch the muscled boy strain to lift himself up to please his coach, to do the umpteenth chin-up in a row, covered in a silky sheen of sweat.
Everybody likes to help a boy to reach his goals, right? And this boy’s goals would be perfection, a perfect body to satisfy even the most deviant wishes the Agencies rich and powerful clients could come up with.
But for now Tyler was only driven by his own volition to make the grade, to impress Mr. Meyers, to get the seal of approval. Everybody could see it in his eyes, he wanted to make a lasting first impact.
He had no idea this was his first step into submission. The men working him saw his eyes were looking for any sign of appreciation, and they saw him struggle hard to earn that appreciation.
He was the perfect raw material to form into a successful model for JM Modeling Agency of Hollywood.
He was a little submissive by nature, easy to impress, and a true athlete to boot. Meyers was tempted to meet Tyler’s coach to thank him for the dedicated work he invested in preparing the muscled boy to be a sextoy. Meyers smiled sardonically. The coach maybe did not have truly altruistic motives only when he spent time forming this athlete.
A small crowd gathered as Tyler quickly moved through a set of free weights. However, Geoff was keen to get Tyler into the pool.
Meyers called a short break to have a coffee or a protein shake and walked Tyler back to the private room.
Happily the boy chatted about how he would love to be able to use the Gym’s facilities on a daily basis. He did not bother to put the tank-top back on, after he had seen many of the good-looking boys walking around in only their shorts.
Soon, though, Meyers would see exactly how “open to suggestion” Tyler really was. Geoff brought the coffee and the special shake he had prepared for Tyler, and we watched him drink it. The boy liked the taste, that much was clear as he even licked his pouty lips and complemented Geoff for the delicious beverage full of nutritious supplements.
Little did he know about the dedication a certain laboratory had invested in developing the formula.
They provided Meyers with special tools to help his stable of boys work like a well oiled machine. One thing Meyers knew as he watched Tyler after drinking the shake: Dickson Enterprises had outdone themselves again.
Geoff lead the boy through various items of clothing for all kinds of pictures . Tyler was nice and docile, and they knew he would not remember a thing afterwards.
Geoff had planned ahead, as usual, and gave Tyler's hair some playful re-style's during the shooting, as they had no idea where this adventure would lead. All Tyler needed to show for now was his tight sexiness and the huge dick, completed by his boyish innocently face.
To add some variety, Geoff even used a spray to darken Tyler's hair for a few shots, a color that would wash out. They needed to make sure that a wide range of pictures would attract a wide range of clients.
After the first set of picture were taken, Geoff gave Tyler more protein shake, and they took another short break.
Anyone involved knew the boy would soon forget what pictures had been taken.
After the break Meyers asked Tyler if he had brought a speedo, as requested. The drugs were still in the boy’s system, but after the fresh shake they were suppressed and he would remember all that happened from now on, and he would react more normally. A nice contrast to work with, since Geoff and Meyers liked the challenge of working with a defiant boy.
“Sure, should I put it on?” Tyler asked.
“Yes, I want to go to the pool next. We’ve modeled it in a Roman Bath style. I think you’ll get a kick out of it.” Meyers told him.
They were still alone in the room, and Tyler didn’t hesitate this time, getting more used to being naked in front of the team, and although he still turned his back Meyers could clearly see his cock and balls in the mirrors of the opposite wall. The agent was surprised to see Tyler's crotch was shaved bare.
He had assumed the boy kept it trimmed, as never a hair showed above the low hung boardshorts, or his recently removed basketball shorts, but Meyers hadn’t guessed Tyler would shave everything.
“Woah, Tyler, do a lot of guys your age shave down there?” he openly asked.
The boy blushed a little as he muttered “Ah Sir, uhhmm.... I have to shave for the swim team, it’s just easier to keep it all off.”
“Oh Ok, if you say so.” Meyers chuckled, deepening the boy’s embarrassment. He allowed the tip of his tongue to slide over his lips like a snake getting scent of a prey, and he saw the look in Tyler's eyes. The proverbial stare of a mouse under the eyes of the snake. It was delicious to watch him blush as Meyers openly stared at his hairless , unblemished body as if he was sizing the boy up .
Again the Agent made a mental note to contact the boy’s coach as soon as possible. He seemed a promising candidate for a career in Meyers’ business venture, perfectly complementary to his coaching job at the high-school. Meyers could always use good personnel, and a man with an endless stream of young fresh meat to choose from was a welcome addition.
Once the speedo was on, the model and his Agent walked over to the pool. Geoff noticed the speedo had the initials of Tyler’s High School emblazoned across the butt.
“Oh man, I don’t think we can have that.” Geoff said pointing at the boy’s ass.
Tyler looked over his shoulder to see his own backside in the mirror, seeing the letters. “Oh dude, I didn’t even think of that, I’m sorry, it’s the only suit I have with me.”
Again he blushed for being soo stupid, it seemed. Meyers loved to see his self-confidence shatter under those subtle hits. Basically Tyler helped them by setting his own path into submission.
“No problem, we have suits with the club logo on, I’m sure we have one that will fit. Take yours off and follow me. You can leave it here.”
Meyers walked Tyler out into the corridor, and back to the atrium of the club. Although the boy was fully naked, Tyler did as he was told and followed close behind the man, showing once again that he, like many High School jocks, liked to show off his toned young body, and that he was submissive to men in authority.
This was a consequence of all the time spent with their Coaches.
Julie, the gym’s only female receptionist, looked up and a broad smile lit up her face as she saw the naked Tyler. Clearly she appreciated his body, and being only a few years older than him, she probably thought she could show him a thing or two.
There was no chance Meyers was going to let her get her hands on his soon-to-be slave boy. Only on rare occasions members asked to watch a performance of a boy and a girl. She certainly liked to see his low hanging balls and the promising thickness of his cut dick, though.
“I need a Club Speedo for Tyler here.” Meyers told her.
Tyler blushed as Meyers addressed the receptionist and she looked directly at the boy, sizing him up.
“No problem Sir, I’m sure I have one that’ll fit.”
She gave the sexy young athlete one more longing look before she rummaged in a drawer and pulled out a small white lycra suit. Meyers knew it was one of the ‘see thru when wet’ Speedo's the clients liked the most.
“Thanks Julie.” Mr. Meyers nodded courteously.
“Oh, always my pleasure, Sir.” she replied in a slightly suggestive manner, and Tyler smiled awkwardly.
Anyone could see her nipples hardened in her tight polo-shirt with the staff logo. Since Tyler was stark naked and Meyers had not handed him the speedo yet, Julie surely followed the boy’s tight butt and his wide v-shaped back with her eyes until the Agent and his new model left the entrance area.
Several members got a good look at the Agent’s newest attraction, as well.
Meyers decided to head straight to the pool. It had been closed for an hour while the photos were taken, and they had it all to themselves. Geoff was already setting up equipment as Meyers and Tyler walked in.
They boy looked around wide eyed, surprised by the marble columns and mosaic floors. Geoff smiled as the boy’s eyes got as big as saucers as he realized the motives of the mosaics. He was such a cutie, never having seen Europe or the art of the Roman Empire.
Geoff took some quick pics of the naked overwhelmed young athlete. Meyers pointed to an open shower:
"OK Tyler, just a quick rinse and we can start!"
Geoff spoke up after he watched Tyler’s sexy butt for a moment: “Tyler, if you will put on the suit, we can get started.”
Tyler stopped open mouthed for a second, clearly still a little bashful about being naked in a public space, let alone in such a luxurious surrounding. However, after clearing his throat he did as asked, giving Geoff and Meyers another glimpse of his perfect round ass as he to put the suit on.
It seamed Julie had either underestimated Tyler’s size, or purposely given him a size a little too small for him. The tight, skin hugging white suit left absolutely nothing to the imagination, clinging lewdly to Tyler’s decent sized cock, which rested beautifully across his left thigh.
“It’s a little small Guys, can I get a larger size?” he asked.
“Oh don’t worry.” The photographer reassured him, looking at the way the boy’s butt crack was exposed by the rear of the suit. "Most of the photos will be in the pool." The boy’s cock was deliciously displayed and had chubbed up significantly, thanks to the supplements Tyler had taken with the protein shake.
Again, he shrugged cutely, blushing, and reluctantly agreed.
Geoff took several shots of Tyler diving in, a few of him swimming, and heaving himself out of the pool, muscles dripping with water. Then he took some of the boy laying on the side of the pool, stretched out on his back, one hand behind his head, the other resting on the top of the clinging wet, near see-through suit.
This time his tight belly caught everyone's imagination, and Meyers silently considered how much better it would look with the red stripes of a whip coloring the lightly tanned flesh. Tyler was relaxed enough to take any directions Geoff gave him and followed any suggestion for a new pose in a flash. He was a real professional model in the making.
"Ok, how about some shots in a wrestling singlet." Meyers asked Geoff.
“Great idea.” The photographer agreed, and once again the naked Tyler walked back through the corridor to the private room, giving some lucky clients another chance to see the new stud-boy in the flesh, now dripping wet and sporting a chubbed up dick.
In the room he dried off and retrieved the singlet from his gym bag, quickly putting the lycra garment on.
“Oh man,” Geoff groaned, apparently dismayed, “we got the same problem with the school’s team name across his chest, and ass.” Quite appropriately for this young stallion, his school team was the Mustangs, and the rearing forelegs and head of a white horse proudly adorned his pecs.
Tyler raised his hands in frustration and moaned, embarrassed by his latest mistake, but Geoff “saved the day” by suggesting Tyler should slip the singlet off his shoulders and slid it down around his waist, covering the offending logo, and making it look like he had just finished a match.
While Geoff busied himself preparing for the shots, Meyers tossed Tyler a bottle of water with the Club logo printed on the front, taking a second for myself, and drinking a long slug of cool water.
“Thanks man, I need this, its kind of hot with the spotlights and all.”
Unknowingly, Tyler swigged half the bottle down in one go, finishing the rest with a couple more gulps, and finally sealed his fate. Meyers smirked looking at Geoff, winking. The bottle he had given Tyler contained something more than water. Again the geniuses at Dickson Labs had worked their magic.
Geoff put Tyler through a few more poses, and within minutes it was apparent that the drugs were beginning to take effect. His eyes drooped, and he swayed slightly as he stood in front of the camera.
“Are you OK Tyler?” Meyers asked.
“Hmm… Oh, um just a bit tired I think. Maybe the heat is getting to me.”
“Yeah you look a little wiped out. Why don’t you lay down over there.” Meyers pointed to a padded bench seat.
“Yeah… maybe I w-will.” Tyler slurred as he stumbled to the seat, and collapsed on to it, one foot still on the ground. “Sooo hot man.” the boy moaned, brushing a hand across his brow.
“Tyler, I know you’re not officially working for me yet, but I prefer my employees to call me Sir, rather than dude or man. Do you think you can do that?”
"Er… yeah, sure I guess."
“I guess what, Tyler?”
“Oh, err, sorry… Sir… I guess S-sir.”
“That’s better boy. How are you feeling?”
“Ahh… kind of weird, and hot, um Sir.”
“That’s because I have given you a drug which puts you into a kind of hypnotic state, boy, so that you become more compliant and open to suggestion, especially from me. Do you understand boy?”
Tyler looked at Mr. Meyers with those big eyes, clearly not understanding what was going on. He was now vulnerable and easy to work with.
“I… I…, no… not really Sir, what have you d… done to me?” Confusion, and perhaps a hint of fear showed in the boy’s face.
“It’s alright Tyler, you won’t remember this part of our meeting today, but you will understand and absorb everything I say to you, and although you will not recall this conversation, what I tell you will become like your own thoughts. Do you understand boy?”
“Yesss… Sssiirr.” Tyler slurred, nodding slowly. His face was blank now, his eyes barely open. One hand lay on his stomach, the other arm hung limply to the ground. Meyers could not resist moving his hands over the boys muscular body, feel him up, touch his soft skin and even pinch his nipples, and Tyler did not even seem to realize it.
“Do you like to work out Tyler?”
“Yes Sir.”
“You like your body to look good?”
“Yes Sir”
“Do you like to show off your body Tyler?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Does it make you feel good to show off your body?”
“Yes Sir it does.”
“Do you show it off to the girls at school, Tyler.”
“Yes Sir.”
“What about the guys. Do you like to show off your body for other guys?”
“Sure, I guess, Sir.”
"Why do you show off too other guys, Tyler?"
While Meyers did the interview, he still played with Tyler’s nipples. They were already hard but lacked of size. The Agent knew his newest boy’s appearance would benefit from some enhancements, and those suckable tits were high up on the mental list for him.
“I like other guys to know how hard I work out, Sir. I like for other guys to see how great my body looks” Tyler answered, maybe a little more open than he would have usually answered.
“Do you like to look at other guys body’s as well Tyler?”
“Yes Sir.”
" …and why do you like to look at other guys, Tyler?"
“I… I appreciate how much effort and dedication it takes for a guy to look good, Sir, and I like to compare myself to them”
“No other reason?”
“No Sir.” Such a total straight boy, Meyers saw, but he intended to change that. Tyler’s dick by now was chubby, but did not get any harder as his Agent asked him all those questions.
“Well Tyler, from now on you will show off your body as often as you can. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir.”
“It will give you pleasure to show off your body, especially to other guys, do you understand?”
“Yes Sir”
“The more you show off your body to other guys, the more pleasure you will feel. In fact you will start to get aroused when other guys are looking at your body. Do you understand boy?”
“Yes Sir, I will feel horny when guys look at my body.”
This boy seemed to be a perfect subject, taking Meyers’ suggestions effortlessly. His penis already reacted and grew in size, both length and girth. He was a certainly a grower with some flesh to expand under the right excitation. The Agent had high hopes for him, but he expected, and maybe relished, some resistance later on.
“Good Boy. So, Tyler, when you work out hard, does your body ache, are your muscles sore?"
“Yes Sir.”
“But it feels good to work your muscles so hard, doesn’t it?”
“Yes Sir.”
“No pain, no gain, isn’t that right Tyler.”
“Yes Sir, that’s what my coach always says.”
“So you like to feel the pain for your coach, boy?”
“Yes Sir, he works us hard.”
“Pain is good, because it lets you know how hard you have worked, and your coach is pleased?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Well, boy, I like it too. I like your pain, because it pleases me as well, and you want me to be pleased, don’t you.”
“Yes Sir, I want to please you.”
“So you will work out harder to please me, until your body is sore and aching. And when it hurts you know I will be so pleased. When your body feels the pain, you’ll feel good because you know it will please me. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir, I understand.”
Meyers pinched the boy’s nipples and watched Tyler’s eyes open slightly, while his jaw tightened and his fists clenched. He did not say anything to stop the man but surely felt the pain inflicted.
“Good boy. Now, you know Geoff and I are admiring your body as you lie here, don’t you. How does that make you feel.”
“It makes me feel good, Sir.”
“Yes, you feel good, but anything else.”
“It makes me feel…. feel horny Sir.” Meyers knew the drugs and his brainwashing techniques had started to work.
“That’s very good boy. Can you feel your dick getting hard?”
Tyler’s eyes were drooping shut, but it was clear that he was becoming uncomfortable with the turn that the questions were taking. The hypnotic drugs did not fully control him, he was trying to shake off the wooly headed-ness he was feeling. Even as he struggled however, his left hand strayed to his crotch and rubbed the swelling in his skintight singlet.
“Geoff and I would like to admire your hard dick, boy. You want us to admire your hard dick don’t you?”
“N…no Sir, I d…don’t think…”
“That’s right boy you don’t think, you do as I say. Otherwise I will not be pleased. You want to please me don’t you?”
“Yes Sir.”
“You like men to admire your body don’t you?”
“Yes Sir.”
“So if you want to please me you will let us admire your hard dick, won’t you?”
Again the men could see the struggle taking place in the kid’s mind. Meyers was not the most patient man, so he lifted the boy’s head and fed him more of the adulterated water, encouraging him to drink another half bottle.
“Listen to me boy. I have given you a drug that you will make you obey me properly. Soon you will become a sexual toy for some of our richer clients, and you will eventually enjoy it, but right now you just need to do as I say, is that clear?”
“I… I don’t understand. You drugged me?”
Meyers saw Geoff grin at the confused questions of their newest victim. He certainly liked to play with the prey to watch as his boss hammered suggestions into a helpless boy.
Tyler before had been sure he could rule the world by using his good looks and charming personality, but soon would curse his fate, curse the hard work he had invested to form such a delectable body.
Tyler soon would not surf the waves or surf his skateboard, but serve powerful men.
“That’s right boy, at the moment you are still able to fight the effects, but soon you will only be able to comply with my wishes.”
The men could have just waited until the boy was totally compliant, but they kind of enjoyed watching the battle going on inside the drug hazed head of the young athlete, reflected in the expressions crossing his face. Meyers knew he could have simply used a sophisticated computer program Dickson Labs had provided together with their most advanced technology, but he preferred to see the boys struggle.
“No…. that’s not right. I.… I have to.… to go.” Tyler tried to rise. His eyes flickered as he tried to open them wider.
“Relax boy.” Meyers reassured him as he pressed him back down with his palm on the boy’s strong chest.
“The drugs will take all your cares away soon. Give in to me. Listen to my voice and relax. Do as I say and it will make you feel good.”
Slowly the boys face cleared, as the drugs took hold of him fully: “Yes, it feels good.”
“That’s right, and because Geoff and I are admiring your body, you feel really good, and horny too, don’t you.”
Tyler gasped softly, his hand slipping over his lycra encased cock again.
“Now raise your hips boy.”
Tyler did as Meyers asked and he grabbed the sides of his singlet and slid the material down his thighs, releasing his erect penis, allowing it to slap onto his lower belly, flicking a few drops of pre-cum across his abs.
Tyler could not resist, he touched his hard dick once again.
Geoff made sure the cameras caught every aspect of this procedure. Men all over the world wanted to watch the breaking of a young man. Many even bought Meyers’ expertise to tame an unruly son or nephew they had laid eyes on. Tyler would certainly help to sell those services.
“You can feel our eyes on your body now, can’t you boy. It’s like you can feel us caressing your skin.”
“Ughh, yesss.” he groaned.
“That’s very good. Now raise your arms above your head. Do not touch your cock.”
The boy complied, and Geoff moved forward, taking photos, while the secret video cameras recorded the whole thing for posterity.
“That’s very good boy. I’m very pleased with you, and that makes you feel good to please me, doesn’t it.”
“Yes Sir.” whispered the boy, raising his hips a little as his cock bobbed with each beat of his heart. More pre-cum began to pool on his flat stomach. His hard chiseled abs looked like the eight-pack of a marble statue sculpted by a most dedicated artist, modeled on the best looking young man of his time.
Since Tyler was in the realm of the best looking boys of today’s time, it was most appropriate.
Geoff took pics while Meyers used the drugged boy’s helplessness and tied him up. Tyler soon was strung up in a steel contraption, with leather straps and chains on hands and feet, holding him in an easily accessible and vulnerable position, his legs spread.
“Now to make me really happy, you must cum for me. Do you think you can do that, boy? Can you make me really happy, and cum for me without touching your cock? Cum now, boy.”
Tyler’s stomach tightened and a low groan escaped him, then his back arched and he cried out as his cock spasmed, and shot a rope of hot, creamy, teen cum, arcing across his writhing, sweating torso, and landing squarely on his face. He shot a second squirt of his white semen, again over his tight abs, hitting his pecs and face, and even his hair. Some landed on his forehead, and the rest dribbled down his cheek and across his slightly parted lips. Another spurt hit his chest, while the next sprayed his stomach, the pearly white goo contrasting wonderfully with his California tan.
Geoff and Mr. Meyers watched appreciatively as the boy emptied his balls over his stretched out body. As the last drops dripped from his still throbbing dick, Meyers scooped the cooling spunk from his face and held his fingers at Tyler’s lips.
“Open your mouth, boy! From now on you must not waste your cum. If you want to continue to please me and keep your body looking good, you must eat it. Eating your cum is good for you. It feeds your muscles. It will make you feel good, and will please me as well. Now lick it off my fingers.”
Tyler’s eyes cracked open, and his tongue flickered out, taking a first taste of his seed, and gradually the Agent fed him all the spunk that had spilled over his body. When Meyers was finished, he told Tyler to relax even more deeply.
“From now on if I touch you on your shoulder and say the words “Sleepy Boy” you will return to the state of relaxation you are in right now. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir” he replied.
“You will come back to the club on Saturday morning. Between now and then you will display your body for other guys to see as much as possible. It will give you a sexual thrill to do so. Also you will begin to think about obeying me all the time. From now on you must obey everything I ask of you, even if you do not want to comply. You cannot refuse what I ask of you, and it will make you horny when you do as I ask. Do you understand?”
“Yes I understand, Sir”
“In a moment you can sleep for a while, and when you wake up, you will not remember anything that has happened since you drank from the water bottle, but everything I have said to you will stay in your thoughts, as if they were your own thoughts. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir, I understand.”
“Very good, now sleep for a while.”
With that Tyler’s head lolled slightly and his breathing slowed, and it was apparent he was asleep. Meyers allowed Geoff to take some more shots of the naked teen, before he gave him permission to fondle the sexy boys body, and the photographer suckled some more cum out of the boy’s dick before he eventually got fully deflated.
The photographer slowly jerked his dick until he was hard as steel, but Meyers had other plans than letting the boy’s virginity go to waste, so Geoff just jerked his dick until he came all over the sexy teen.
Geoff even licked the his own cum off Tyler’s soft skin, before he untied the still sleeping boy and helped Mr. Meyers to dress the boy back into his workout clothes.
They left him to sleep for an hour, and found Tyler was just waking up as they walked in again.
“Wow, I’m sorry Sir, I must have nodded off.”
“That’s ok Tyler.” Meyers said: “Being in front of the camera like that can be tiring, but you did very well. I’m very pleased with you.”
As he said this, the boy blushed, down his neck and across his chest, and Meyers was sure he saw a twitch in his basketball shorts. He suggested that Tyler could come back on Saturday to see the photographs that had been taken, and walked him to the Club entrance.
Meyers shook Tyler’s hand but rested his other hand on the boy’s shoulder to emphasize the hypnotic orders. He felt a shiver as he brushed the skin of Tyler’s bicep. Meyers was sure he would smell that sexy scent the young athletes’ body emanated, as he had worked hard and did not shower.
Meyers did not tell him to do so, and Tyler did not dare to ask for permission to use the gym’s shower.
He had no idea Meyers was delighted that he did not have the courage to ask for a shower. The man wanted to humiliate the boy by stinking like a hard workout and the cumshot. Meyers was sure Tyler would be fully aware of his smell and he would hate to ride the bus home. He was basically a pheromone trap on very sexy legs.
“We’ll see you on Saturday then, boy.” Meyers said, deliberately not using the boy’s name to gauge his reaction.
“Yes Sir,” Tyler replied, “Thank you Sir.” He didn’t appear to notice being referred to simply as boy.
Meyers once again had made sure the Agency had only the best boys under their wings.