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The Hollywood Agency Book -7-
Chapter 25: "That's Entertainment"
John Meyers had asked Cort to chauffeur Callum to his evening appointment. They took the Agencies' Cadillac Escalade, and Callum realized that Cort knew the way.
They did not talk much, even though Callum had heard about Cort's life as a family man, a father of several children, as a devoted husband, and wanted to hear about this life while working for the Agency.
However, Cort was not having it, and after the conversation with the buddies, his coworkers at the Agency, he needed some time for himself.
He basically told Callum to shut up and concentrate, and soon he dropped the young man off in front of Mr. Walensky's impressive house, where he escorted Callum in to make sure nothing would go wrong in the last minute.
He had a hard time talking Mr. Walensky out of a little extra arrangement with him and left the nervous Callum alone in the clutches of the casting Agent.
Not much later that night, John Meyers took a phone call. The models had long left, and after a long relaxing shower he had told Troy to open a bottle of Champagne and come into his bed. Troy overheard his Dad's phone call.
"I'm sorry to hear that, Sam," Meyers commiserated with Walensky, smiling conspiratorially at Troy at the same time
"And I'm sorry about the key, I'd meant to send it with him. But other than that, I trust he's performing satisfactorily."
Meyers was in bed, naked as usual, and winked at Troy while he talked to the phone. The call had not softened his erection.
"Good. Good. Glad to hear that. I'll send Troy over around 9:00 am to pick the bitch up. Feel free to use him until then."
With a visible smirk, he hung up.
"That was Walensky," he explained to Troy, even though his son had already figured that out.
"He was a little pissed. He said he found Callum way looser than he would have expected for a straight guy new to the scene and he wasn't happy that Callum was locked into his chastity cage – a number of the guys wanted to see him bust a load while they were reaming him out."
Meyers grinned:
"Fuck him," he chuckled, thrusting forward and eliciting a groan from his son.
"Maybe next time, he'll think twice before he tries to fuck with me."
At Walensky's house, the guests at the party held their grudge against Meyers and tormented Callum as his substitute.
The jock was surrounded by horny men, and much to his own surprise he felt vulnerable and shied away as they made him strip naked to present himself.
For the night’s first act Callum had to service the two youngest members of the perverted group on a makeshift stage. The audience surrounding them was fervently awaiting to watch the three guys perform. The young men were brothers and a sight to behold, both muscular and very well hung. Their names were Bill and Jim, at least here, in this very secretive society. It was a farce, everyone knew each other, but the air of a ‘secret cult’ added to the fun.
One of the brothers worked Callum's ass, while the other fingered his pouty lips. They were both naked and hard, turned on by the prospect of fucking JM Modeling Agency's newest bitch.
The one fingering Callum’s ass moaned:
“"Whoa, nice ass!" as he leaned over and began to lewdly massage Callum's well trained, firm ass cheeks. "Oh, baby," he exclaimed "This ass was made for fucking. Has anyone lately had a piece of it, Pussyboy?" he asked as he continued to explore each smooth mound.
Callum had no chance to answer, and the man already knew he had been thoroughly fucked not too long ago, since Callum's asshole was red and battered after several fat dicks.
"Hey, faggot!" The other man yelled as he lifted Callum's head by a finger under his chin to expose his face, as he forced Callum to look into his eyes. "He asked you if you've been fucked earlier today."
A soft "yes" was the reply. "Let's check him out," continued the hairy chested top as he climbed back onto the bed and squatted in between Callum's wide spread legs.
"Spread em, cunt," he barked. Moment's later the powerful thigh muscles in the submissive athletes legs got the signal from his brain and began to obediently spread apart. "Whoa, the bitch is hot for it Jim!" announced Bill, the man who was about to fuck Callum's ass, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he watched the blond jock, playing his role by submissively spreading his legs.
"Oh, yes! She wants it bad," Bill mused as he gently ran his hands up and down Callum's inner thighs.
"Hey bitch. Get your hands back here and show me your pretty pussy. Spread those cheeks, now, cunt!" snapped the sneering Producer, who was important enough to Walensky to receive an invitation.
In order to comply with the demeaning order, Callum had to arch his back and stretch his arms backwards as far as possible in order to grab a hold of his own tightly muscled butt cheeks and spread them apart.
Both men by now fingered Callum's cunt, realizing he was not tight at all.
"Mind if I see how tight his throat is?"
"Be my guest, but make sure you make him gag and choke. That way he might tighten his muscles.... including his ass!" replied the dark stud Bill as he nodded towards his brother, who just brought his dick to Callum's lips. Quickly picking up on the clue, the handsome young Agent put his cock right at Callum's ring, waiting until his brother really made the model gag on dick.
Seconds later a broad smile broke out across the hunk's face as he felt the boy they had overpowered use his tongue to coat his invading cock with his saliva.
"Oooooooh, baby!" cooed the hot and horny hunk. "I'm gonna enjoy having you as a toyboy. Now open up!"
It wasn't long before Callum felt a damp pressure against his sphincter. Even though he had been fucked today more often than he could count, he was still tight enough to give the new dick a run for it's money. A well rehearsed shudder went through Callum's magnificent body, but he didn't have enough power to resist. All he could do was kneel and surrender his mouth and ass to this strong assault.
After several minutes of demonstrating his total control over the younger man, Jim abruptly pulled the jock's face away from his groin, looked him in the face and announced, "That's enough foreplay, cocksucker!" He then bent his hard rod downward, wedged its bullet like head in between Callum's pouty lips, and jammed the hard cock fully into the model's mouth.
There was no warning, no order to "open your mouth" and no concern for Callum, their sex toy for the night. It was simply a brutal taking of a helpless boy's mouth, one brutal, rapid stab forward that did not end until Jim's cock was fully buried inside of the throat of the young, big dicked boy.
Suffocation was definitely a possibility, but eventually the coughing and spasms stopped and the other guests saw the dick stuffed boy, his face streaked from choking – induced tears, was able to catch his breath. Meanwhile Bill had been fucking the boy's ass, grunting in sync whenever Jim made Callum gag and choke. He now took the reins and ordered Callum to change positions.
"Good job, pussy face," Jim chuckled as he glanced down at his stiff rod, shimmering from the fresh coat of saliva that Callum had just obediently given it. "Now stand up, get in the middle of the room, bend over, get yours hands on your ass, and spread those cheeks for my friend's dick. You're gonna get fucked for real!"
Really getting into the whole scene, Bill swaggered up behind the bent over boy, who passively waited to get fucked. Grabbing a hold of his left ass cheek, the hot top asked loud enough to be heard by all of his friends:
"Are ya ready to get fucked, faggot?"
Hearing no response, he smacked Callum's firm, round ass, and repeated the question, only louder this time:
"I said, are ya ready to get fucked? Speak up faggot! Tell me how much you want me to shove my cock up your ass!" he bellowed once again whacking the ass of the model hard.
"Yes," Callum now groaned. "I want you to fuck me. I need your cock up my pussy. Please do it, now."
"That's much better, pussy boy," replied the man working Callum's ass, his face beaming in triumph, as he placed his glistening cock just outside of Callum's still surprisingly tight looking sphincter. In preparation for the party Callum had given himself a good cleaning and a deeply inserted load of the best lube and worked a load of a special formulated cream into his sphincter muscles to tighten up his ass pussy as good as possible.
Callum pleaded: "I want you to fuck me! I'm a whore boy! I need your cock up my pussy"
"Don't worry, I'll fuck you good!"
“Come on bitch," Bill announced. "This is what you've been waiting for."
Bill's long love ram began a slow, steady, and inexorable advance towards its target until he was buried to the hilt in Callum's ass.
"Oh, she's a tight bitch!" Bill announced triumphantly as more and more of his hard rod was engulfed by Callum's steamy, meat gripping ass.
"Oh, baby! I think I'm in love" Bill laughed as his forward movement was finally brought to a halt when his bushy pubic bone collided with Callum's smooth buttocks.
At a silent cue, Bill pulled back so approximately three quarters of his splendid love muscle was visible to the men watching, before he rammed his cock in again at full speed, making the boy grunt and moan in pain and lust.
The action in front of the audience was rapidly building to a crescendo. Jim, still making Callum gag and choke was obviously trying to hold back from cumming, while Bill too looked like an orgasm was imminent.
The first wad of Jim's dick snot hurled out of his turgid organ when it was less than two inches from Callum's mouth. His lips still formed the tight O that had been sucking Jim's incredible dick. The hidden cameras got an unbelievable shot of this first load of sperm laden goo flying through the air and shooting directly into Callum's mouth.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh, Fuck! I'm cumming," Bill groaned as he involuntarily slammed his cock in to the hilt and fired a hot load of cum deep into Callum's hungry bowels, giving his ass its next baptism of cum.
Callum knew this newest load would not be the last, as the action would be going on for a very long night.
Jim finally stopped spurting semen all over Callum's face and was able to regain enough composure to grab another handful of the model's hair, and forced his fucktoy's face back down onto his cock, where the satiated hunk squeezed the last remaining drops of semen out of his cock and onto Callum's tongue. When Bill's large rod also exhausted his supply of nut sauce, the dark haired man once again pulled his cock out of Callum's brutalized ass, strode around to his face, and presented his semen and ass flavored penis to him to suck it clean.
"Clean me off, faggot," said the sneering producer. The muscular boy, by now full in his character as completely submissive bottom slut, obediently opened his mouth, accepted the proffered male organ, and began to cleanse it. He did not stop nursing on the rod that had conquered him till Bill pulled out.
This spectacular action had been the beginning of a long night of hard fucks and obscenities. The other members of their secret club had been following the show with hard dicks. Now, they all wanted nothing but use the model.
The poor jock’s ass had been already sore, but now it burned after several guests had fucked him, one guy fisted him, and Walensky himself had pushed an almost empty bottle of brandy into Callum's ass, emptying the remainder of the liquor into the model, making his intestines absorb the alcohol almost immediately.
Oblivious of all the events at Walensky's house, John Meyer fucked his son, turned on immensely by thinking about Callum.
He gave two more hard thrusts and then lay back down, easing his cock from Troy's ass, just a dollop of his creamy load bubbling out of his son's hole as it slowly closed.
Grateful for the respite, Troy immediately turned to face his father, hoping that he was done for the night. With all the action he'd seen that weekend, Troy had figured his father might be sufficiently sated to go one night without banging some guy's butt. But not his old man. And with Callum now gone to attend Walensky's party, there was only one butt around – his.
All Troy could hope was that, with Callum moving in, the call for his fuck-hole would become increasingly infrequent, even though it was clear to him that, when Callum wasn't available, he was still going to be servicing his Father. His Dad had warned him that Callum would be out shooting a film pretty soon.
"What's this movie Callum's going to be shooting?" he had asked, hoping to transfer his old man's focus from his ass to Callum's.
His Father looked at him, his face beaming.
"It's fantastic, Troy," he answered. "It's the best movie deal I've ever brokered. It took a lot of haggling, too. But I'd sent them some of the tapes from Callum's sessions both at the Agency and here and they really wanted him. He leaves a week from next Sunday and returns the following Monday."
"Eight days?" his Son asked, surprised. "Wow, how come? Their normal shoot is only four days."
"That's true," Meyers acknowledged, "But this isn't going to be a normal shoot."
Troy had expected his Father to go on and explain but, instead, he had taken his remote control and started the Beamer and the Blu ray. The studio had sent a compilation of fuck scenes they wanted to shoot with Callum, and the new hot model would play all of the scenes, not like in the Blu ray, were the fuckees were five different actors, one after the other, filmed for several video productions.
While the huge wall screen was filled with the credits, Troy, looking at his Father, was trying in vain to get him to spill the beans. Even though it was obvious that he was just bursting to tell the whole story, he turned his attention to the video, and told Troy to pay attention.
"C'mon, Dad," Troy cajoled, "tell me!" as the first scene started.
Meyers knew the script. The studio wanted to line up the most popular fantasies in one film, or maybe a series of films, but all taped in one go, during one week of intensive work.
The screen showed a popular model, an Asian boy who looked, like most Asians, much younger than he actually was. It added to his appeal, but Callum's good looks and boyish face would certainly fit the role as well.
While the screen still showed the credits, a slideshow of lewd pictures of the young Asian showed him in some quite hilarious outfits. The two outfits that Troy liked the most depicted the model as a sexy sailor of sorts.
The boy on screen was now the task of Mr. Smith, an older actor, who was nowadays usually cast for all dressed roles, playing a teacher abusing a student, or a doctor doing unspeakable things to a young patient.
The scene showcased the versatility of the Asian boy as well as the talent of Mr. Smith.
On screen he was right now looking down at a tied up boy, struggling and whimpering on the bed. Smith played the role masterfully, and the audience knew a real pervert had made the right choice to tie the boy up like this.
The young actor’s naked back was tan and smooth and well muscled. Kenji had a tiny waist and the most magnificently perfect pale ass mounds with that temptingly deep teenage ass crack. The strong well formed jock legs and the large arched feet with the full fat big toes almost made Mr. Smith forget to breath as his eyes took in the Asian jock's beauty.
Meyers' watched the film for the second time now, and even though Kenji was one of JM Agencies models, he was turned on by the sheer sexiness of the tied down boy.
He thought about the boy dressed in a pair of jeans and a football jersey, his narrow hips even more emphasized, his wide shoulders and beefy legs deliciously covered by the fabric, and at the same time highlighted and shown off.
Kenji's round muscle ass looked almost too good for a boy. A perfect, juicy, melon shaped ass ready to be conquered. Meyers moaned as the screen showed the older actor again.
Smith fondled the boy's soft skin.
Meyers' knew the hunky athlete was big compared to other Asian boys of his age, maybe too big to play an underage kid, but on the other hand, this perfectly built piece of ass was a most promising candidate to provide an outstanding sexual experience for an aficionado, a true connoisseur of juicy boy ass. He fitted the bill of the producers perfectly, so Meyers had sent him.
On screen Smith slowly let his eyes feast on the boy. Kenji stood six feet and weighed 180 pounds of solid muscled boy flesh. Not an ounce of excess fat, all muscles and brawn. He had broad shoulders and strong pecs capped by two quarter sized nipples. He must have had an excess of testosterone because even at seventeen he seemed all male, a fucking macho, a handsome teenage male.
Of course to match his darkly handsome good looks, he had the dick other boys dreamed about. His dick hung six inches flaccid and was as thick as a cucumber. Hard, it stood at almost ten. A fucking freakishly big dick hung on the seventeen year old Asian.
Meyers giggled under his breath. The rumor said the boy was seventeen, but not his actual paperwork. Like most Asians, he looked much younger, and now, at 22, he was still always asked for his ID when he wanted to buy beer. But for the filming and the perverted audience, this suited just fine.
Meyers watched while the actor Mr. Smith sat down on the bed next to the trembling, naked boy. He began to buck and whimper more as Smith reached out and stroked the back of his head, twisting his fingers in Kenji's thick black hair.
The man's voice sounded soft, well versed, educated as he spoke, knowing the boy would hear him:
"All clean? Did you suck the rubber all clean? Very good, Kenji. You know this was a dirty rubber I found in the dumpster behind a motel, so I think it might have come from a newlywed's cock. Could you taste the bride's pussy juice on it? Then again it might have come from some fat black dick, used to fuck a two bit hooker. It's a pretty fucking big stretched out dick sheath. Must have been on a big cock. Did you notice the flavor, would you say he fucked her in the asshole with it?"
Meyers' dick gave a huge dollop of pre as he listened to this little speech, perfectly delivered by the experienced actor. Callum, that much was sure, would believe every word. His face would be delicious to watch, Meyers knew.
The boy on screen groaned into the duct-tape that covered his mouth and sealed his lips. He did not want to hear those unspeakable things, he wanted to return home, he wanted this nightmare to end.
However, Mr. Smith did not plan to set the boy free anytime soon. Again he spoke, in his soft, almost sensible way, talking about things that would give any boy nightmares.
"Thirsty baby?" He asked Kenji. The boy's eyes looked up at Smith, soo sad, it made the man's dick twitch in his pants. Smith took the glass from the nightstand next to the bed and unzipped his fly and took out his own surprisingly big fucker. Kenji's frightened eyes grew larger when he saw the man's dick. Fear gave the young athlete cartoon character like eyes. His expression made his face suddenly seem much younger. Now he looked more like fourteen, and Meyers was reminded of those hilarious manga cartoon images he had seen online.
The thin and almost frail looking man on screen was nowhere nearly as muscled or good looking as the boy, but his dick was huge, a monster cock of maybe 11 inches, perhaps even 12, and thick as a beer can. Mr. Smith had been a famous porn star back in the day, and sometimes said his fat dick was the reason his sexual appetite was soo big too, and his ingeniousness made it possible to live his dreams.
He draped his fat cock head over the rim of the glass and relaxed. A heavy stream of strong yellow piss shot into the glass. Smith filled the glass to the very top before he set it on the nightstand and sat back down on the bed next to Kenji.
He smiled wickedly and said, shrugging: “I'm sorry baby” as he removed the duct-tape from the boy's mouth.
He watched Kenji breath deep and lick his lips, before he put a straw into the glass and held it to the boy's lips.
"Here Baby, drink your morning juice. " At first Smith had to use the cattle prod to make the boy do what he was told, but now he drank like a good little boy. Smith knew that the right stimulation was all a teenage boy needed to be trained to get used to anything. Kenji drank down all the piss.
Troy and Meyers were both now stroking their respective cocks, watching the screen. Troy was fascinated, but, at the same time, prayed his Dad would not think about doing piss play with him.
"Do you need anything else, Honey?" Smith asked him full of false empathy. Kenji moved his full lips but no sound came out. His voice was mostly gone from screaming so much. The man moved down to the boy's spread legs and reached beneath that gorgeous ass, allowing his hands to stroke the perfect ass cheeks first, before he pulled down the fat teenage prick and full young balls to fully display them between the boys spread, athletic legs.
Smith couldn't have the boy's cock be hidden under the him, it needed to be proudly displayed, stretched down between his spread legs, laying on the clean white bedspread. It felt good to fondle the fat dick. The kid had a large piss hole, so his cum shots were quite impressive.
Smith jerked the boy's dick to give him a nice fat hardon. He untied Kenji's feet and flipped him over onto his back, then pulled his legs up and retied them, bent at the knee and spread against his chest. Now he was spread open like a two bit whore waiting to be fucked. A real cute sight in a seventeen year old jock boy, fully revealing his huge scrotum and thick hard prick to the man's gaze.
Meyers played with his Son's fat balls, while Smith on screen did the same and played with Kenji's big hairless nuts.
They hadn't been hairless when the boy had joined JM Modeling Agency, but before anyone laid hands on Kenji, the boy had been undergoing a most elaborate program to shape his body to Meyers wishes. He was hairless now, after he had been exposed to certain chemicals, and his cock and balls had been treated with the most sophisticated methods that modern medicine had come up with.
They had permanently removed all his ball and crotch hair, his stomach hair and armpit tufts and asshole forest, so he was now as smooth as a five year old.
A friend of the agency had started a procedure to make Kenji's dick and balls grow to impressive proportions.
Everyone had been able to watch the process online, and several proud Dad's had already signed their boys up for the enlargement program.
The Doctor had cleaned Kenji's dick thoroughly and slid a clear plastic cylinder over the now wet, shiny phallus. Kenji had watched it helpless, with wide open eyes, tied down in a specialized chair, a probe in his ass to hold him in place, take his vital signs, and administer electric currents if necessary.
It had been a highly successful video, in certain parts of the world even sold as educational material, showing Kenji as he felt the suction and saw his dick starting to grow bigger and bigger, painfully expanding in the penis pump. An actor playing the physician monitored the computer, since they couldn't only rate the success by such an archaic means of just measuring the size with a scale. The sensors built into the cylinder showed length, girth, circumference, percentage of growth, even the volume the dick had at the start and at the end, with it's newly gained mass of love muscle.
While they had filmed someone faking to monitor the procedure, the real scientist off camera had supervised everything.
The actor at some point had happily announced:
" Kenji, you will be delighted to hear your dick measures almost 14 inches now!"
Poor Kenji was not delighted at all. He grunted in pain and frustration as the Doctor worked on his dick. The Doctor knew it, but he teased him anyway. The sensations in Kenji's ass and dick almost made him pass out, but the adrenaline level rushing through his body was so high that his heart pumped like crazy.
Just before it was too late, the scientist off camera had slid his fingers over the I Pad he held in his hand, halting the procedure. Both the chair and the pump simultaneously stopped.
Kenji passed out, powerless, like a puppet with cut strings.
The real doctor prepared the injections and he used the I Pad again, this time activating the next function on the devious piece of equipment.
The film after all was not only a highly arousing fantasy, but in fact something like an advertisement, promoting a new method to enlarge a penis, a procedure many rich men wanted to undergo. It was a very realistic video since it was not a cheap trick. At the cost to young Kenji they showed the real procedure in real time, and many men later paid to watch their sons or younger boyfriends treated the same.
The screen now showed a closeup: A clear plastic cylinder, now almost bursting under the pressure of a fully pumped up love muscle of the moaning Asian boy.
Built into the circumference of the cylinder covering Kenji's obscenely swollen dick was a series of cleverly arranged, very small, sets of injection chambers, basically very tiny syringes that were fed by an external pump, feeding the very same chemical concoction that the scientists at ‘Dickson Labs’ had invented. The half-Asian boy's procedure aimed for a spectacular result, making him a real dreamboat. Kenji would look like a living sex doll, a real live Ken, made to drive men crazy, men that were so fed up by the usual good looking athletic boys they met all the time that they wanted something even hotter, bigger, sexier.
Time was of the essence, as Meyers perfectly well knew. Not only had he seen the video, he witnessed the procedure live, several times. The increase of size had to be solidified and stabilized by several careful injections of the solution full of active agents some scientists had invented years ago.
Since the Doctor knew what he had to do, success was guaranteed.
Kenji woke up screaming as the formula burned it's way into his cells, solidifying the improvement the scientist's gave his cock and nuts. The Doctor knew the stuff felt like it would burn up the subjects flesh, but this was only temporary and no real problem for any of them.
It was a side effect which they ignored, even though their victims, or, as they put it, objects, would think something else. The show the objects gave when they were injected was too good to sedate them. Men online paid good money and wanted to watch the effects of the work.
While Mr. Smith on screen now fondled the hugely swollen cock and balls of the tied up Kenji, the boy moaned low. Smith now efficiently put a rubber sheet over the mattress, right by the boys ass. He had shoved a hose into the boys ass, and filled him slowly but surely with a cleaning solution.
Troy objected: “Oh God Dad, they really show that in a porn video? Who wants to see this?”
Meyers just hushed him to hear Smith' next lines. He watched the boy's wide open almond eyes as the actor again started to speak in his soft, cultivated voice, and Meyers was holding his own breath to hear each word:
“There, is your tummy all nice and bloated with soapy water? I know I forced it in a little fast this morning, but we have lots to do. Now hold it in there when I remove the tube. Don't let a drop out. Not a single drop or I will have to get the cattle prod. My God, boy, do you have any idea how beautiful your asshole is? Most seventeen year old boys don't. That's because nobody ever bothered to appreciate their bodies and their sexuality. Nobody ever teaches a teenage boy to enjoy his asshole. "
"Please...please sir, I can't hold it anymore..." The boy's voice was hoarse, but also thick and heavy with teenage sexuality. His eight pack could be still seen, even though his tummy was bulging out nicely. Anyone would feel the cramps the boy felt by now.
Meyers enjoyed watching the scene, even though he knew it would be not for everyone. Troy had a point.
"Nonsense, you meant to say you couldn't stand the stomach cramps, but mind you, I've known boys much younger than you to hold it for hours. Of course the cramps almost drove them mad, but the fear of what would happen if they let go encouraged them to comply. Did the coach of your football team ever give you boys enemas?"
The boy moaned in pain, and his bent-back legs tensed. His toes curled.
"I asked you a question, cocksucker. Did your coach ever give you boys enemas?" Now the man' s soft voice sounded different, almost menacing.
"No..." the boy groaned. "No sir, he didn't."
"Pity. If I coached a high school football team, I'd make the boys all give each other enemas every day. Can you see those cute little teenage boys shoving tubes up each other's asshole? Take it easy, I'm getting you to the toilet now. I'm just trying to make pleasant conversation with you. "
Meyers perfectly well knew that the words were not rehearsed. The director of the video just wrote down some ideas for Smith in a script for the filming. Most of these scenes were basically improvisation.
On screen Smith had untied the boy, who was by now sweating hard and looked pale, and helped him over to the toilet. The soapy water gushed out. The poor kid looked down in humiliation, and Meyers knew only certain users would love to watch the procedure.
The finished product, the Blu-ray, would have marks to skip a scene one didn't like.
On screen, the actor Smith loved it, as some users would too. Kenji's darling teenage nose wrinkled up in disgust, but he knew Smith wasn't kidding. To humiliate a teenage boy every now and then was the best way to whittle him down to size, that much Smith knew.
Handsome egotistical teenage jocks like this hot Asian needed to be humbled.
Meyers stopped the Blu-ray-disc, and began to explain, smiling broadly:
“You have a point, Troy, films like this one are not for everyone, but we have a market for them, and so we make them!”
He paused briefly before he changed the subject:
"Callum will be in another type of film, as you know. I've already purchased the plane tickets. Callum leaves at 11:00 am and will arrive in Las Vegas around 12:30 pm. They'll meet him at the airport and whisk him off to their studios and begin filming right away.”
Meyers smiled sardonically, knowing what the men picking up Callum would most certainly look like:
“Of course, they'll give him the standard Thug Studio treatment, strip him down in the car and keep him naked from then on, bat him around and rough him up, let him know that he's going to be bedded down every night with a different group of boys, you know the drill.”
By now, Troy was grinning as well, imagining the surprises the day would bring for Callum.
Meyers continued:
“After he's sufficiently cowed, they'll start in on the gang-bang scene. They're planning on filming it Sunday night, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. Of course, they won't get much shot on Sunday but they want to give him a taste of what's coming – put him in his place right at the start."
"But three full days?" Troy interrupted. "That's pretty long for a single scene – even a gang bang."
"Yeah," Meyers agreed, "but it's hard coordinating everything when you have fourteen guys to handle – fifteen if you count Callum."
"Wow," Troy exclaimed. "Fourteen guys. That's incredible." Troy knew the actors of ‘Thug Studios’. Fourteen of them would wear Callum out quite thoroughly.
"Yeah," his Dad concurred, in obvious good humor.
"It's the biggest gang bang they've ever filmed. The logistics are going to be complicated, particularly since they want to get a mouth shot and an ass shot from each one of their tops. Fortunately, with that many guys taking a go at Callum, they'll all have plenty of time to recharge between cum shots."
He smiled at the now stopped video on screen as he said so, while Troy seemed to think:
"But, jeez, Dad," Troy said, after having done the figures in his head, "if you figure an hour shooting for every ten minutes that hits the screen, and figure five minutes screen time per cum shot that works to fourteen hours of shooting time. And that doesn't even take into consideration time getting the set back in order, or dealing with the inevitable lighting problems, or feeding the cast and crew, or dealing with having to massage the egos of fourteen big-dicked primadonnas."
"That's why they've scheduled the gang bang shoot over three full days," Meyers explained, slowly working his own half hard dick.
"And that's also why they're shooting the double-penetration scenes separately on Thursday."
"Double penetrations scenes?" Troy asked, emphasizing the plural.
"Yeah. Three of them."
"Holy fuck, Dad!" Troy exclaimed. "Callum will be lucky if he can still walk after that."
"You don't know the half of it, Troy," his Dad chuckled wickedly, his dick by now hard as steel again.
"They wanted LeRoy and Trig – their two twelve-inchers – to do him together. I said no way. I mean, I know I'd enjoy seeing Callum taking those two monstrosities at the same time, but I do have a long-term investment to look out for. So I insisted on a limit of twenty-two combined inches for any DP scene."
"Twenty-two inches," Troy laughed, "you're all heart, Dad?"
"I know. I know," he said, laughing himself while he skipped to another scene of the compilation Disc.
This time the scenery reminded of today's sex session with Callum, a boy riding a man, while another man knelt behind them and slowly forced his dick up the boys ass, next to the dick that was already in. Troy saw the boy pass out, and even though he just saw one of the two fat hardons, he knew the men were LeRoy and Trig – the studio's two twelve-inchers, famous for their videos raping young models of either gender. They were true bisexuals, and a doublefuck was usually the end of a longer session of fucking, sucking, spit roasting, girls and boys alike.
On screen they just worked a boy, and Troy recognized him. Kerry's screaming was well known around here, since they had worked him over many times.
Again Troy said: “Gee, Dad, I had no idea the guys did Kerry!”
Meyers dick oozed more pre as he simply answered: “The video ain't in stores yet!”
"Anyway," he continued, once he got control of himself, "they'll be giving Callum a break on Friday, of sorts. They're going to spend that day filming piss scenes. They're planning on one huge piss bath with all fourteen guys whizzing on him in a tub, followed by individual piss scenes where they'll have their actors piss in his face and down his throat, a couple of piss enemas that they'll have him empty into a bucket, and then cap it off with a trip to a local dive where Callum will be chained to a urinal and take on all-comers. They'll be using a spider-gag in the last scene to make sure Callum keeps his mouth open."
"I don't see how that's much of a break for Callum, Dad," Troy dryly observed.
"Well, it will be for his pussy," his Dad argued in earnest, "if you ignore the enemas and the fact that he'll be spending another night entertaining some of the boys after the bar scene's wrapped up."
Again he continued:
"Callum's sure to find it a lot easier than Saturday when they film the S&M scenes. They'll start off with a full-body whipping, front and back, move on to an extended CBT scene that I'm sure will be a real eye-opener for the boy, then introduce him to a series of super-large studded dildos and butt-plugs and finally end up with a hard caning of his ass and his feet. By the time Saturday's shoot is over, Callum will be looking forward to his evening session with the boys."
The Meyers' watched another scene that basically showed what Mr. Meyers had just described:
In this film, two older actors were glad to play a role as cops, and they had fun teasing the young model's dick with a low voltage taser. Even though it left no marks, and all marks were just makeup anyway, he really struggled and really screamed. Meyers remarked that the boy would have done a great job of acting, like the best major film star, but as they made him really feel the heat, the boy later had told him, he thought they worked him with a hot taser on high setting.
Meyers smiled wickedly as he told Troy what the young model they discovered a few weeks earlier had told them. Dylan, now starring as Dustin Everett and promoted as Brent Everett's son, had said:
“The Director told me later that he was really proud of my acting when I concentrated enough to actually piss on the floor, and the co-stars complemented me for my efforts to make it look real, but in fact I was so captured in my feelings and in the attempt to make it look good, that I simply lost control”
John Meyers giggled as he told this little secret to his son. Dustin had further told him:
“I grunted in pain, again for real, as a muscled bear with a thick dick fucked me from behind, while low voltage tickled my nuts and arms to show me that I had to react, scream, struggle, grunt out loud. The bear was a well known older star, formerly working for my Dad's studio, now mostly working in production, but perfect for the role as a corrupt and dangerous sheriff, abusing a young hot inmate.”
Meyers found it hilarious that young ‘Dustin Everett’ now actually told anyone and everyone that he was the Porn star's son, even him. Brent Everett found perverse fun in introducing the boy as his son, but then watch him get abused on a set as hard as possible.
Meyers was still amazed by the looks of the boy. He had the compact and muscular body of the young Brent, but also resembled of a younger brother of Callum. He was simply a perfect specimen, made for the porn-business.
As the scene on screen ended, he went on in his recounting the plans for Callum:
"Then on Sunday they'll shoot the fisting scenes."
"Fisting scenes?" Troy asked, again emphasizing the plural. "I thought you were worried about your long-term investment?"
"There are only two fisting scenes," Meyers replied innocently, "and I okayed the fists, myself. They're decent-sized, big enough to really stretch the little fucker out, but not gigantic. And I didn't permit any double-fisting, which is what they wanted to film. The only thing that might happen is that they film a guy with a long dick jerking it off inside Callum's ass"
Troy looked at him wide eyed: “You mean..he will fist the guy..and stick his dick at the same time..and work it..INSIDE Callum's ass?”
Meyers just nodded, grinning, since his son had seen something like that before. It was not really something to save the fresh tight assed Callum from a real stretching, but at least it was no double fisting. Meyers said:
"Anyway, after the fisting scenes are done, they're planning on throwing a post-shoot party for the entire cast. Needless to say, Callum will provide the entertainment. Then, the next morning, they'll give him back his clothes and let him get dressed and drive him to the airport. He's due back here at 3:20 pm. I'd like to say I'm going to put him right to work but, realistically, he's going to need three or four days to recover. Then, we'll put him to work."
"Fuck, Dad," Troy remarked. "Eight days, double-penetrations, fisting, S&M, just how much are they paying for Callum?"
"That's the incredible part, Troy," Meyers crowed.
"They're paying $20,000. Of course, we split that with Callum, but it's still the most they've ever paid."
"Holy shit, Dad," Troy exhaled, truly impressed. Troy didn't say anything about splitting the money with Callum. It was a sore point between him and his Father. Troy figured they should be paying their models a flat rate for their services and any money over that should go solely to the agency.
His Dad insisted that they share everything 50/50 with the models.
'It's one of the ways we keep them tied to us,' his Dad argued. 'They know we don't dick around with the money.'
Troy didn't really see how the models had any choice but to take what the Agency gave them, and he thought it was stupid to give them more than necessary. As it was, the average model was making close to $250,000 a year and Troy thought it was crazy to be paying 'whores' that much. But his father was intransigent on this question and Troy knew it was pointless to argue with him.
So, suppressing the urge to challenge the 50/50 split, Troy simply said,
"I can't believe it. That's way over what they normally pay. How the fuck can they make any money on the video if they're paying that much just for Callum?"
"Well, Drake Simmons told me they figured they could still make money," his Dad explained.
"He didn't spell out how, but I thought it was pretty obvious. There's no way they're going to spend $20,000 on Callum and take eight days filming and expect to recoup their costs on one video. The reason they're not worried about that is because they're obviously planning on issuing multiple videos.”
He seemed to consider the numbers:
“Fuck, they'll have over two hours in the can just from the gang-bang sequence. I would expect they're going to cut the shoot so that they get a minimum of two and probably three separate videos out of it. Assuming they get three videos, it works out to paying under $7,000 per video for Callum's services, which is actually $1,000 less than their going rate for a four-day shoot to complete a single video. They'll make out fine."
Troy thought about this for a moment. A malicious gleam came into his eyes.
"I don't know, Dad," he observed, "it seems to me that if they do get three videos out of the shoot, we're the ones getting screwed. We could have made $24,000 if you'd insisted on three four-day shoots, rather than let them have Callum for one long eight-day shoot."
His father seemed totally unperturbed by Troy's criticism.
"You're right, Troy," he admitted. "That's exactly what I thought when I was negotiating with Simmons. So I had him sweeten the deal. In addition to the upfront payment of $20,000, I got them to throw in ten percent of the take from the first video and agree to hire Callum for another five shoots over the next year at the standard rate of $8,000 per four-day shoot."
"Oh," Troy responded, clearly deflated, "you got ten percent of the net from the first video?"
"No, Troy," John Meyers corrected his son, enjoying Troy's disappointment in underestimating his Dad's business artfulness.
"I got ten percent of the gross, not the net. If I took ten percent of the net, we'd never see a dime! The way they'd cook the books the video would never make a profit no matter how many copies were sold.”
Meyers smiled proudly:
“However, as far as Callum's future bookings are concerned, they're required to make payment even if they decide not to go ahead with any of the planned shoots.”
He paused for a second to give Troy the chance to do the math:
“So, if they're right and the Callum videos are a big hit, everything's fine. But if they're wrong and the market isn't as strong as they think, we still make an additional $40,000 over the next year – though half would go to Callum."
Meyers half grinned as he had to admit one minor stipulation he had accepted:
"Of course, I did have to agree that we'd advertise the first video on our site for free. But I could scarcely charge them for that when we're making money off of every copy they sell. Besides, I figure it'll also serve to highlight Callum, too. We agreed that the first video will be titled 'Callum Masters: From Straight Stud to Cuntboy.'
Once they start advertising, we'll change Callum's listing on our site to Callum, aka Cuntboy. After a couple more weeks, and assuming the video's a success, we'll just drop the 'Callum' and list him as 'Cuntboy.' From then on, that's how we'll market him, as just 'Cuntboy.' Somehow, I think the name fits."
Dad and Son both chuckled nastily.
"The only thing I couldn't get them to agree to was keeping Callum in his cock-cage for the entire shoot. I thought that would be really hot, but Drake just wouldn't buy it. He said his customers really liked seeing a white muscle-boy shoot a load while he's taking big black dick. He was adamant on that point, so I agreed.”
Meyers seemed to think as he said:
“He did concede, though, that he'd put Callum back into his cage when shooting was over for the day and he even agreed to shoot the bar piss scene and the cast-party with Callum in his chastity cage.”
Troy realized what this meant for Callum, just as his Dad said:
“Of course, seeing how they'll be juicing him throughout the shoot, that means that Callum will be getting a lot of ice baths, but that can't be helped. Besides, the boy's likely to be so out of it at the end of each day's shoot that he probably won't even notice it."
Troy couldn't keep from chuckling just visualizing how Callum would look at the end of a day's shoot at Thug Studio.
"All things considered," Meyers concluded with a triumphant grin, "I'd say I made a great deal. Wouldn't you agree, Troy?"
Reluctantly, Troy admitted that he did. It was, in all honesty, a great deal. And Troy definitely loved the idea of advertising Callum as 'Cuntboy.'
His father probably couldn't have come up with a more humiliating and demeaning nickname. Troy could hardly wait for the first time he got to call Callum 'Cuntboy' to his face, while waving around a DVD case with his first feature film in a starring role.
Feeling very pleased with himself, John Meyers just laid back on the bed.
Soon, however, he felt the unmistakable stirrings of renewed sexual arousal. He reached over and turned Troy on to his side so that his pretty fuck-hole was once again available for use. He edged forward pressing his big cock in between his son's butt-cheeks. A few seconds later, he thrust hard enough to wedge the crown of his cock inside of Troy and was gratified to hear his son grunt in discomfort.
"One last thing, Troy," he added, about to begin another assault on Troy's tight boy-twat:
"Tomorrow, I want you to let the premium subscribers know that Callum will be available for bidding starting this Friday. We might as well start putting the boy to work right now. I figure we'll be able to auction him off three or four times before he leaves for his movie shoot. When he gets back, we'll alternate between auctions and straight-out rentals. He's going to be a real money-maker and we need to get his pussy out there, raking in the dough."
"Yeah, Dad," Troy muttered, as he felt his old man's dick plowing its way back into him until his father's prickly pubes were scratching his clean shaven buns.
As John Meyers concentrated on banging his son's hole for the third time that night, Troy was focused on Callum, soon to be known as Cuntboy. And he wasn't thinking about all the money Callum could make for the agency.
What he was fixating on was having Callum take his own place as his Dad's cunt-boy on a permanent basis. The problem was that every time they auctioned off Callum's pussy or rented it out or sent him to make a video, Troy would have to resume his old role as his Dad's fuck-hole, especially since his dad was always even hornier when one of his favorites was working for him. The money he made by it and the fact that he could make his models do all those things by just saying the word was a powerful aphrodisiac for the Agent.
Troy could appreciate the amount of money they stood to make off Callum's pussy, but he was willing to sacrifice that so long as he never had to bottom for his old man again. But this was not likely, that much he knew.
Troy knew that in the short-term, at least, there was no way his Father was going to forego all the money that Callum was going to bring in to the agency. He had to somehow arrange it that his Dad had a greater interest in keeping Callum for his own use than he did in making money off of him. But how could he do that? That was the question. As the mattress moved up and down at an increasing rate as his father approached another orgasm, Troy had the glimmering of an idea.
Somehow he had to make his Father jealous. He had to stoke his Dad's jealousy until Meyers' desire to keep Callum for himself overwhelmed his love of making money.
But could he do it? That was the $100,000 question. And only time would tell.