The Organisation: Introduction

My name is Sean, Sean Masters.

The name might ring a bell. I am a journalist, an investigative reporter actually.

At least that’s what I want to be.

Right now I sell advertising space, working for our small-town newspaper, both printed and online, but I know I just need to have my huge story published and I will win the Pulitzer Prize.

No joke. The story, you ask? Ever heard of Callum Masters, former high-school baseball star, homecoming king, and suddenly: Supermodel?

Yes, THE Callum Masters, my cousin.

He ran away from home after he landed a contract with a modelling agency in Hollywood, well-known, almost notorious, as ‘The Hollywood Agency’.

It took me some time to connect the dots, and after some intense research I had an insight into the real events behind the scenes.

Cousin Callum, heterosexual poster-boy, quarterback, most valued player, homecoming king, envied by every boy at school for his prowess with girls, was in fact a lowly queer, a cock-sucking piece of dishonesty, betraying his parents, his family, his hometown.

Or so it seemed.

It took some time to read between the lines of his parents’ bitter statements and his ex-girlfriends jealous comments, before I really started to dig deeper.

What I found will be a bombshell sensation and earn me the Pulitzer! Stay tuned!

I found the evidence that Callum Masters, former high-school baseball star, homecoming king, and now Supermodel had done all it takes to make it big in show business. And I mean all!

I must admit it was quite breathtaking seeing the pictures someone gave me.

Don’t get me wrong, the guy didn’t give me the pictures to somehow ‘save’ Callum. No, he was a jealous model who wanted to get even with Callum, and he gave me some more than graphic details about the parties my cousin attended, the long nights he spent with potential clients, the times when the show business looked more of a porn-scene and less like the glamorous world of Hollywood.

I was shocked by the pictures the man had given me. They showed a Callum in full glory, even more muscular than I remembered him, much better groomed, his skin and hair flawless.

However, the pictures also showed that he was clearly not in a playful mood, feeling sexy, being turned on.

He showed a fully hard 10 incher, his body was fully rippling muscles, but his face showed no joy. The man in the picture looked dead inside, a mere mannequin, a clear statement that the old Callum was gone and the new one did not like what he had become.

Someone had just taken a snapshot, and I was certain this picture was not meant to be published.

My whistleblower told me Callum’s agency was using the most sophisticated methods to groom and train their models, and that Callum’s success was no simple coincidence.

I was hooked, and I started to dig deeper. I needed to know what was going on behind the scenes, and when I heard the name “The Organisation”, I knew I wanted to bring them down for good!

The result of my research was breathtaking.

I uncovered a system of depravity that no one will believe! But I have the proof I need to come out with a series of articles that show how the rich and famous of the world use and abuse human beings like cattle, catch them, train them, groom them, sell them, use them and get rid of them.

My series of articles will certainly shock you, my dear reader. Be warned! Over the course of the next few weeks I will uncover the cobweb of depravity that will leave you speechless!