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The Organisation: The Casting Couch
Not all of the Organisation’s employees work with us against their will.
Some were eager to get a job, well paid, low stress, especially college dropouts and a few high-school boys too.
For talents like them we hosted a weekly casting session, filmed every time by hidden cameras, plus one the interviewer placed in full view of the prospective model. We had found out that they relaxed when they knew they were being filmed and were able to play for the camera, and somehow stay in control.
This control, however, was an illusion.
The boys never resisted when our agents started their interviews. An air of friendship, a hint of that certain buddy-vibe, the relaxed atmosphere of the locker-room, all this and more were the reasons why our young talents were soon willing to do all we wanted.
Once on camera, the threshold was lowered, step by step, and soon the cockiest student was reduced to obeying all the orders we gave him.
Today’s session was no real exception, only one detail stood out. Our client had asked for white, black, and Asian-American boys, all looking somewhat ‘normal‘, not overly athletic, not thin, not twinkish, if you know what I mean.
From experience, our casting agent knew this would not be the end of the list.
A chubby boy, for instance, needed an exceptionally big cock.
The client may not have emphasised this, but a smallish, average dick would not fit, hanging under a boy’s baby-fat belly.
If the man wanted to meet well built boys of the bigger kind, we would make sure his fetish was satisfied to the fullest, even if it meant trying to find the virtually impossible.
The client was a nerd, the typical rich entrepreneur who had suffered under the football jock’s hands while at high school. He wanted us to find the archetypical mean bastard, the bully, the beefy white boy.
Soon we found what he wanted. His name was Ian, and the slight hint of red in his hair showed he was the son of Irishmen. We had cast Ian under the pretence of looking for footballers, and here he was. However, it took some persuasion to get him naked. Our casting agent told him about a few scenes in lockers and showers, and he told Ian to be ‘no chicken’, since every high-school athlete would strip to shower.
Soon we saw why Ian had been a little shy.
He was well built, but his cock was not as big as he might have wished for.
He packed a good 7 inches, by no means small, but average compared to his well muscled body.
Anyway. He was handsome in that grumpy teenager way, never smiled, seemed to be careful not to loose control, not to show his weak spot.
We knew he would soon change, would open that mouth to grunt and moan and maybe even scream.
The client wanted a boy like Ian to be suffering utter humiliation, and our team was working to fulfil the clients wishes.
Another boy on the list needed to be African-American. Our client again wanted a footballer, a huge guy, a black mountain, the archetypical linebacker, and we wanted to deliver, as usual.
Romeo was the name his momma had given him, but he was nothing like a slim teenage Italian lover-boy, he was a tank.
On the casting couch, he at first acted all shy, but our agent quickly opened Pandora’s box, and found a surprisingly open sexy beast.
After Romeo heard he was about to use his thick crotch rocket on a white boy, not on any petite little girly, he was all exited and more than ready.
The meat he packed was more than impressive. His upper body had been shown prominently in a very tight Under Armour Shirt as he walked in, but his huge cock had been successfully hidden, tamed and reigned in by a tight jockstrap and a pair of sport briefs, all disguised in a loose fitting pair of grey jogging pants.
When he dropped the garments however, the crew was in awe of his equipment. The boy was packing serious meat, and he was willing to use it.
We had a young white boy hanging around with us, also a former casting couch candidate, and he, Jimmy, was perfect to break the ice. As the client wanted, he also was no thin boy, and Romeo’s face lit up when he saw Jimmy, already naked and totally hairless, the epitome of a submissive fucktoy.
When Jimmy knelt down in front of Romeo to help the black footballer bare his most impressive asset, his huge cock, everyone saw the white boy’s hands tremble in anticipation.
This ‘whitey’ was just the boyslut Romeo wanted, and soon the well-hung athlete held the chubby white boy’s head in his hands and fucked Jimmy’s face.
Both boys were still oblivious of the well hidden cameras we had installed, and it was almost cute to see how the muscled footballer turned his head away from the camera on the tripod to hide his identity as he showed all the signs of sexual fun while getting sucked.
We told Romeo up front that Jimmy wouldn’t be in the ‘film‘ we planned to do. This was just a casting audition, a screen test, after all.
This information somehow unlocked his inner demon, and he fucked the white boy’s throat so thoroughly that we even feared he’d ruin Jimmy’s vocal chords or simply choke him.
However, the big black bodybuilder did not last long. He announced his impending orgasm by grunting out his lust and shot a load that didn’t wanted to end, first down Jimmy’s gullet, then all over his face.
We knew we had hooked him as he ended his cumshot and pulled Jimmy up to his feet, kissing the cute receptacle of his cumshot on the lips, before he licked up his own load off the boys face. Even the last watcher could now see the bulky footballer was as gay as a goose.
To blackmail Romeo into total submission would be a piece of cake.
Last but not least the client wanted an Asian-American at his disposal. Again a beefy but muscular type of young man.
This task turned out to be the most difficult endeavour, since Asians are typically the smaller type, boyish, petite, even feminine, in short: Nothing the client had ordered.
He actually wanted a Sumo wrestler type, a hairless chubby baby with a horse dick.
It took almost six months to find him and get the whole scenario going.
Sammy Lee Jones was an all American boy who had never set foot in Asia, but he still had the facial features of a Chinese born, or a boy from Japan, at least for the untrained western eye.
His dick, however, was nothing like those proverbial little rice-dicks everybody joked about.
Sammy Lee Jones even put our hung African-American into second place.
The last boy to find was easy: The all American Idol, the lean, mean, muscled, good-looking Blond, the Quarterback, the Homecoming King, the star of each and every high-school.
He won a ‘part’ in a teeny soap, a series that never would materialise, but Alexander, ‘Alex‘ Biggerson had no idea about it
It was almost funny to watch how his own Mom dragged him into the Lion’s den to make sure he was on time for the audition. She had been ‘Miss Teenage’ several years ago and now delivered up her only son for him now to reach stardom.
Alex was so well under his Mom’s influence that he sank to his knees for the producer at the slightest hint.
He was sexy, he was good-looking, and everyone was sure he would scream like a bitch when he was skewered on either Romeo’s or Sammy’s thick beercan sized cocks.
But this, after the casting auditions were over, is the story of ‘The Filming of a High-school Drama‘