Date: Tue, 16 Jun 2015 00:50:48 -0400
From: Rafi Daud <rafidaud69@gmail.com>
Subject: AAA Modeling Agency, Chapter 5

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AAA Modeling Agency


Chapter 5


        Callum heard the loud clang behind him but, having got used to the
slamming of the heavy metal door against the jamb in the past two weeks, he
didn't even bother to look back.  Instead, naked, like he'd been every day
before, he carefully made his way across the roof, trying to keep his mind
from dwelling on the fact that he was clearly visible to anyone who
happened to be staring at the roof-top from the neighboring office
buildings.  Just like Mr. DeMarco had said, the area where the Agency's
models stretched out to catch the sun's rays was out of view from those
structures.  The path to get there, however, was a different story as
Callum had realized with a shock the first time Troy led him up there.
Multiple floors of three different office buildings had an unrestricted
vantage from which any onlooker would have a clear view of the naked model
as he made his way across the roof.

        Ahead of him, in the little alcove that did provide a small oasis
of privacy, he could see the backs of Kerry's white legs spread wide apart.
Obviously, the little faggot was working on his ass-crack again.  Despite
the fact that Callum had popped a load not more than five minutes earlier,
he could feel his cock hardening in the warm air just visualizing Kerry's
incredible butt.  Callum wasn't queer but even he had to admit that the boy
had a fucking beautiful ass - and a truly skilled mouth, too.  He was as
good as Troy and that faggot was an A-1 cocksucker, as Callum had
discovered, much to his surprise.

	As he got nearer to their tanning alcove, Kerry's ass came into
view.  As Callum had expected, the model's hands were stretched-out behind
him, holding his pretty little butt-cheeks far apart to expose his
ass-cleft to the noon-day sun.  Even from ten feet away, Callum had a clear
view of Kerry's anal rosette and he was surprised to see how battered and
swollen it looked.  Yesterday, when he had the exact same view of Kerry's
ass, the puckered opening had appeared much differently, maybe a little
stretched by the pull of Kerry's hands on his buttocks, but Callum was
pretty sure his own asshole looked the same when he was tanning the area in
between his buttocks.  Today, it was obvious that Kerry had been fucked
last night and fucked hard.  'Fucking faggots,' Callum thought, shaking his
head, 'what type of guy would take it up the shitter from another dude.
That's just sick.'

	But, even as that thought crossed his mind, Callum had to admit
that the boy had an ass that was made for fucking.  If Kerry was a chick
showing off a butt that inviting, Callum would have been hard put not to
climb aboard and give the bitch the plowing she was so obviously asking
for.  As it was, he had to keep reminding himself that Kerry was a dude - a
faggot, in fact - and therefore not the proper focus for a straight man's
lust.  But while Callum's mind was sure that he couldn't be turned on by
another dude's ass, his body hadn't got the message.  His big cock was now,
once again, in full, aching erection.

	Just as he stepped into the little alcove, Kerry turned his head.
"Hey, Cal," the boy said, looking up at Callum from the towel he'd spread
on the roof, "thought I heard you walking across the roof.  Let me scoot
over and give you some more room."

	With that, the boy flipped over and got to his feet.  He leaned
back down to move his towel to the side affording Callum with a real
close-up view of his butt.  Even without his fingers pulling his
butt-cheeks apart, the boy's hole gaped open a good inch.  Callum could
only wonder at the size of the cock that had done that much damage to
Kerry's hole.  And then a thought struck him.  Maybe it wasn't the size of
the cock that had done so much damage - maybe it was the number of cocks
Kerry had taken since yesterday.  Everyone knew that all faggots were super
whores who thought nothing about letting a dozen guys have a go at them in
a single session.

        Unbidden, an image popped into Callum's consciousness, an image of
Kerry on his belly, legs spread far apart, getting his ass plowed by a
well-hung dude while a line of guys behind his fucker impatiently waited
their turn at the boy.  Callum had participated in more than one train
fucking some bitch and had found it a real turn-on.  He couldn't help but
wonder what it'd be like to plow Kerry's ass after it had been warmed up by
half-a-dozen hard dicks and lubed up by an equal number of steamy loads of
man-cream.  'That might really be hot,' he thought.  Then, shuddering as he
realized what he'd been thinking, Callum forced his mind to focus on the
present.  Kerry had returned to the roof's deck and was now lying on his
back smiling up at Callum.

	Kerry allowed his eyes to drop to Callum's groin before he returned
his gaze to Callum's face.  "Why don't you pull up a towel, Cal," he said
light-heartedly, "and I'll take care of that for you."  Despite himself,
Callum couldn't keep his dick from visibly throbbing at the prospect of
taking Kerry up on his offer.  He quickly spread his towel out right next
to Kerry and got down on his back.  He turned slightly towards Kerry so
that his giant fuck-stick was pointed straight at the little fruit.  "Have
at it...boy," he sneered, just managing to swallow the 'fag' epithet he'd
almost appended to 'boy.'  Kerry seemed to be an even bigger pussy than
Troy but Callum didn't want to say anything that might get back to
Mr. DeMarco and get him in trouble.

	As Callum lay back and let Kerry go to work on his aroused member,
he couldn't help but recall that, as little as ten days ago, he would have
gone ballistic if any faggot had offered to blow him.  But that had all
changed last week when Troy had sucked him off.  Callum was sure he was
going to hate it - hate having a fag mouth his straight cock, hate having
to pop a load down a queerboy's throat.  And Callum couldn't have been more
wrong.  Though he'd been shocked at first, he'd come to accept that what he
had always assumed was bullshit was, in fact, true - no one could give head
like a fucking faggot.

	'Well, maybe there is something those perverts are good for,'
Callum mused as he felt his juices beginning to rise in his turgid
cunt-buster.  A moment later he heard himself moaning out loud as his balls
began to churn out yet another orgasm.  Lately, it'd had seemed like his
entire day was becoming just an endless sequence of boning up and popping
off.  Yesterday, he'd lost count at fifteen.  'Fifteen!' he thought.
'That's fucking unbelievable.  What the fuck is wrong with me?  Why the
fuck am I horny all the time?'  But, the question had no sooner formed in
his brain than it was bruited aside by the animalistic pleasure of another
violent eruption of searing boy-cum.

	Kerry was working the cock in his mouth for all he was worth, his
throat gulping down the hot scuzz that just seemed to shoot from Callum's
cock in an endless geyser.  Callum actually felt his entire body shaking in
the grips of the monstrous ejaculation he was spewing out.  Slowly, though,
the spasms waned as the urgent flow began to abate and Kerry eased up on
his ministrations.

        The redhead would have liked to drag it out, to continue sucking on
Callum's boner until he was writhing in discomfort like he'd seen Troy do
that first time Kerry had joined Callum on the roof.  But Kerry was under
very specific instructions as to what he was supposed to do and what he was
prohibited from doing.  And what he was charged with doing was sucking
Callum off every time he got hard and making sure the asshole enjoyed the
experience.  And what he was absolutely forbidden to do was to give the boy
any hint as to what the AAA Modeling Agency was really all about - peddling
hot, tight stud-pussy to wealthy clients.

	As far as Kerry could tell, DeMarco had no cause to be concerned on
the last score.  He had never met anyone as fundamentally clueless as
Callum.  In the past month, Callum had been required to shave off all of
his body hair and keep it off, been kept naked the whole time he was in the
agency and paraded through the offices as if his unclothed condition was
the most normal thing in the world, been forced to limit his clothing
outside the office to a skimpy pair of running shorts, had his naked ass
spanked - three times by the last count - while he was effectively being
masturbated, and been required to submit to daily blow jobs from other
males and, after all that, he still hadn't figured out that this wasn't the
normal way a modeling agency was run.  Fuck, he was so stupid that he was
still downing the 'energy supplement' like it was water and wondering why
he was so horny all of the time.  If Callum wasn't such a total asshole,
Kerry might have felt sorry for him, particularly since, starting tomorrow,
Callum's situation was going to become so much more unpleasant.

	But Callum was a total asshole and, in a sense, Kerry was grateful
for that.  It helped ease any guilt he might otherwise feel for helping
DeMarco out in turning the other model into an unwilling straight
boy-whore.  In truth, Callum was such an unrelieved douche-bag that Kerry
was actually looking forward to seeing him fucked and abused like some
penny-ante street hustler who'd sleep with anyone just to get a roof over
his head for the night.  Hell, DeMarco had even promised Kerry that he'd
get a go at Callum's ass once it'd been properly broken in.  Truth be told,
Kerry would normally prefer having a guy with a nice thick 9-inch dick
fucking his own ass, but he was more than willing to make an exception in
Callum's case, particularly knowing how much Callum, being the homophobe he
was, would hate being fucked by a faggot.  Yeah, for that asshole Callum,
he'd be willing to play the stud and fuck his brains out - not that that
would take too long.

	Finished with servicing the dark-haired homophobe for the moment,
though judging from past experience Kerry knew the fucker would be hard
again in less than an hour, the redhead lay back down on his towel and
enjoyed the sun.  Of course, he wasn't getting any physical benefit from it
- DeMarco was adamant that he didn't want Kerry's milky-white complexion
marred by a tan, so Kerry was using a total sun-block whenever he was on
the roof.  You'd think that Callum might have noticed that even though
Kerry had been tanning next to him for the last week the boy's skin was as
pale and undarkened as it was when he started lying in the sun, but that
prick was so self-absorbed that he never noticed anything that didn't
impact him directly.  Which was just as well, since Kerry would have been
hard put to explain why he was spending three hours on the roof each
afternoon.  He could hardly tell him that he was there solely for the
purpose of blowing Callum every time he got hard.  Even a dolt as
thick-headed as Callum might wonder about that.

	As Kerry settled in on his towel, his mind went back to his own
initial experiences with the agency, just a few months earlier.  It was
hard for him to believe it now, but when he first started with AAA Modeling
Agency he thought of himself as straight.  So, just like Callum, he was
somewhat disconcerted by being ordered to shave off all of his body hair.
But, once he'd shaved, he'd discovered that he kind of liked the way his
body felt - all smooth and sleek.

        He'd always been somewhat of an exhibitionist so he wasn't
especially upset when DeMarco frequently insisted he remain naked in the
office during their meetings, though it did make him wonder about the man's
motives, particularly when DeMarco seemed to almost encourage Troy to take
physical liberties with Kerry while he was dressing and posing him during
photo-shoots.  But, ultimately, it was the 'energy supplement' that clued
Kerry in relatively quickly on just exactly what was going on at the
agency.

	Like any young dude, Kerry was horny a lot.  But there's a
difference between popping a couple bones during the day when properly
stimulated and walking around with permanent wood between your legs.  When
he eventually worked it out that his heightened sexual sensitivity had
pretty much started right after he began working with the agency, his mind
immediately focused on the 'energy supplement' DeMarco was so insistent
Kerry imbibe.  So one night Kerry just skipped it.  When he woke up the
next morning, he realized that he had just had his first night's sleep in
over a week that hadn't been interrupted by the overwhelming need to rub
out a load or two.

	From that point on, Kerry stopped drinking the supplement unless he
had a scheduled meeting at the agency.  On those days when he did have a
session with DeMarco he made sure to down a good dose of the supplement
before he set off for the office.  He was not surprised when the old
horniness returned and he found himself fully erect at the agency - just
like DeMarco almost certainly wanted him to be.

	Once having made that discovery, it wasn't hard to connect the
dots.  Obviously, the office nudity, the 'energy supplement,' the way Troy
went out of his way to fondle and play with Kerry's naked body whenever
given the remotest opportunity, were all designed to make Kerry receptive
to sexual advances from other males.  And there were only two possible
reasons for that.  Either DeMarco intended to exploit Kerry sexually for
his own personal pleasure or he intended to market the boy for sex.

	At first, after Kerry had worked things out, he was pretty
conflicted.  Being taken on as a model at the agency had given him his
first real opportunity to make some decent money.  Unlike Callum, Kerry had
actually excelled at school work and he would have loved the opportunity to
continue on to college.  And he had the grades and the SAT scores that
would have easily enabled him to do so.  But his family's financial
situation was even more perilous than Callum's.

        Kerry had three younger sisters and a younger brother and a mother
who busted her ass to provide for them.  His father had died four years
earlier after a long bout with cancer that had devastated the family, both
emotionally and financially.  And, though he was only sixteen when his dad
finally succumbed, he had promised his father, literally on his death-bed,
that he would look after the family.  So, he turned down the scholarship
that State had offered him and, once he graduated from high school, he went
to work.  Unfortunately, he quickly discovered that prospective employers
seldom looked past the fact that he had only a high school diploma and this
meant his job prospects were pretty much limited to janitorial and other
menial work, none of which paid much more than the minimum wage.  Being
able to work as a model had held out the prospect of significantly
increasing his income.  If DeMarco's whole set-up was just a sham, just a
way of getting Kerry into DeMarco's bed, then all his hopes were going to
be dashed.

	On the other hand, if all that was happening at the agency was
designed to groom him for the sex trade, it might not be so bad.  Kerry had
long ago realized he was good-looking.  Girls were hitting on him all the
time and, not infrequently, guys too.  While he had so far limited himself
to sex with females, he had no intrinsic aversion to sex with fellow males.
It was more that the guys who came on to him were not particularly
attractive, at least to his tastes, whereas the girls were hot as hell.  So
he had never had cause to take a dip in the gay side of the swimming pool.
But he had always promised himself that, given the right situation - a
really hot dude - he'd give gay sex a try just to see what it was like.

	Of course, he realized that if he got into the sex trade it was
less than likely that his customers, regardless of their sex, would be
really hot.  Hot people tended to see no reason to part with money just to
enjoy something they could get for free.  But, as he'd heard a number of
times, money was the best aphrodisiac and, if the money were right, Kerry
was pretty sure he could accommodate any reasonable request regardless of
the sex of his partner.  So what Kerry resolved was that if the whole
set-up at the agency was designed to ultimately market him as a sex object
to paying customers, he'd give it a try and see how things worked out.  If
not, if the whole purpose of the agency charade was simply to get him into
bed with DeMarco, well then he'd just bail.

	So he went along with DeMarco's program: he spanked a naked Troy
for some minor infraction and, a few days later, submitted to being spanked
by Troy in his turn.  He didn't particularly like the pain but he was
surprised by the fact that both spanking another young guy and being
spanked by one were somehow sexually arousing.  A few days after that,
having seen how readily Kerry was submitting to his demands, DeMarco simply
suggested that Kerry let Troy suck him off to see if that might ameliorate
his erection 'problem.'  Kerry easily agreed and then surprised both
DeMarco and Troy by reciprocating on Troy after the receptionist had blown
him.  It was time, Kerry had decided, to lay his cards on the table.

	Right after he'd finished sucking Troy off, which he had to admit
to himself he enjoyed almost as much as being sucked off by Troy, he stood
up and confronted DeMarco.  "Look, Mr. DeMarco," he began, "I'm not stupid.
I know what's going on here and I know about the energy supplement you keep
giving me.  And I've played along up until now.  But I'm not about to let
you or Troy fuck me unless there's money on the line."

	DeMarco was sitting behind his desk, obviously somewhat nonplussed
by the boy's declaration.  He eyed Kerry closely, clearly weighing his next
move.  "Are you suggesting that if we give you some money, you'll let us
fuck you?  Because, if you are, I have to tell you that it pretty much
sounds like prostitution to me.  Is that what you are, Kerry, a prostitute
- a boy who'll sell his ass for money?"

	"No," Kerry replied, letting himself smile.  "I'm not a prostitute.
Yet.  But that's what I think you're trying to make me into.  And," he
continued, forestalling any interruption by DeMarco, "I just want you to
know that if I'm right, if you are trying to turn me into a gay-for-pay
male whore, that's fine with me - as long as the money is good.  I'm not
bothered by the prospect of selling my ass to other guys provided I'm
making a decent amount of money while I'm doing it."  He stopped and, still
smiling, just stood there looking at DeMarco.

	There was a long pause before DeMarco began to respond.  "So, from
what you've just told me, you view this entire agency as just a front for a
sex peddling operation and that I've recruited you to become one of my
'working boys,' is that right?"

	"Pretty much," Kerry agreed.

	"Of course," DeMarco continued, his voice taking on a steely edge,
"that would make me your 'pimp,' wouldn't that, Kerry?"

	Kerry was unfazed.  "I think we both would prefer the term
'agent,'" he replied.  "But, yes, I think that you'll be acting as my
'agent' in procuring 'customers.' But," he hastened to add, "I'm fine with
that, so long as I'm making a good amount of money for my entertainment
'services.'"

	Dean DeMarco gave the boy a long stare, his eyes just boring into
him.  Then, suddenly, he laughed.  "Welcome to AAA Modeling Agency, Kerry,"
he chuckled.  "Pull up a chair and sit down.  We need to have ourselves a
good talk."

	Dean filled Kerry in on the operations at the agency.  Not that the
man was completely forthcoming.  While he admitted that the agency was
primarily designed for the marketing of hot young guys to wealthy older men
for the purpose of sex, it wasn't until a couple of weeks later, when Kerry
had an 'entertainment' gig with both Taylor and Jackson that he learned
from Taylor about the website and the office taping system.  But, if
anything, this new information confirmed Kerry's belief that he'd made the
right choice in staying with the agency.  It showed they actually were
marketing him and, the more they advertized him, the more clients were
likely to contract for his 'services.'

	Since they were both laying their cards on the table, for his part
Kerry was forced to admit that, while he had no objection to participating
in gay sex, he also had no experience with it, either.  Dean assured him
that the agency would remedy that deficiency and make sure that Kerry was
fully able to satisfy any customer's demands.  Along those lines, Kerry was
'invited' to spend the next weekend at Dean's house.

	By the time the following Monday morning rolled around, Kerry
realized he was no longer even remotely inexperienced as far as gay sex was
concerned.  Dean and Troy, who Kerry was surprised to discover was Dean's
son, had spent virtually every waking hour - and many of the sleeping
hours, too - in giving Kerry a crash course in man-on-man sex.  And Kerry,
to his own considerable surprise, had discovered that he loved it.

	Not everything, of course.  He didn't like having his face slapped
or being called 'bitch' and 'cunt' and similar derogatory terms.  And he
discovered that his nipples were super-sensitive and that tit-clamps really
hurt - particularly when they were removed.  But he also realized that this
was nothing that he couldn't put up with so long as he was being paid for
it.

	What was really eye-opening for Kerry was how turned on he was when
he was being fucked by another guy.  Even when Dean was busting his cherry
that first time, even when Troy was ravaging his ass at the end of a
marathon eight hour butt-fucking session, Kerry was hot as a pistol.  And,
while he had shrieked in agony when Troy forced his big thick cock into
Kerry's ass while Dean was already plugging away at his butt, by the time
the two simultaneously spewed their loads inside of him Kerry was shooting
his own massive load into the air and experiencing what had to be the most
intense orgasm of his life.  Kerry had always thought of himself as
straight but all it took was that first weekend with Dean and Troy to
convince him that he was, in fact, one-hundred-percent gay.

	Kerry was pretty sure that this self-discovery had not gone
unnoticed by Dean and Troy, though, for some reason he couldn't fathom,
Dean DeMarco seemed somewhat disappointed by this turn of events.  In any
event, since it was now clear that Kerry knew precisely what was expected
of him, his training at the agency was accelerated.  The very next week he
was sent out for his first 'modeling' interview.

	Kerry wasn't surprised when the man interviewing him told him he
needed to see the boy's body before he could make an informed decision as
to his suitability for the job.  Kerry immediately stripped down and soon
found himself bent over the man's desk get his ass reamed out.

        Dean had coached him on how to respond, so he moaned when he was
first penetrated as if the man's dick was hurting him and later urged the
man to fuck him harder as the butt-pounding dragged on.  The hardest part
was cumming at the end since the man was not even vaguely attractive and
his smallish dick had not come close to replicating the violent pummeling
of his prostate that Kerry had become used to at DeMarco's house.  But he
did manage to squeeze out a load at the last moment which clearly pleased
the man.

	The man allowed him to clean himself up in his bathroom - something
DeMarco never did - and told him that he had done well.  Kerry then shook
his hand and left, glad to have finished his first 'servicing' assignment
and happy that the man had seemed pleased with his performance.  DeMarco
had already made it clear to Kerry that all payments for his 'services'
would be made directly to the agency, so he wasn't surprised that money
wasn't even mentioned.

        What did surprise him, however, was being informed when he got back
to the office that he had got the job.  Once he had figured out that the
prime business of the agency was the marketing of young male ass he had
pretty much assumed that the whole modeling thing was just a front.  But,
as he soon discovered, DeMarco actually did have a lot of contacts in the
modeling business and there were real jobs to be had if you were young,
good looking, and willing to do whatever it took to impress the hiring
agent.  And Kerry's tight ass had done just that - the man who'd
interviewed him had been very impressed by Kerry's hole.  Which was a good
thing, since it was only then that DeMarco explained to Kerry that all
'services' performed during an interview were gratis and the only way Kerry
would ever get compensated for letting a hiring agent fuck his ass was by
actually getting the job, which gave an added incentive for any prospective
hire to go out of his way to satisfy the agent.

	DeMarco informed Kerry that he was being hired for a one-day
swimwear shoot for which he would paid $3,000, half going to him and half
to the agency.  DeMarco made sure that Kerry understood that, in addition
to posing in various items of swimwear, he would be expected to 'service'
not only the casting agent again but, for this shoot, the photographer as
well.

	The shoot took place just a few days later.  Kerry, having no
experience with photo- modeling had assumed it would just take a couple of
hours.  In fact, it lasted almost ten hours and, by the time Kerry made his
way home, the boy was dead tired.  Of course, part of the reason for his
exhaustion was that he'd been fucked up the ass five different times during
the course of the day, three times by the casting agent and twice by the
photographer.  At least the photographer was relatively young and in good
shape.  Kerry actually enjoyed himself while the photographer was screwing
his ass, though tweaking out a fifth orgasm at the end of the day had
required quite an effort on Kerry's part.  He was just grateful he'd
brought along a couple bottles of the energy supplement, particularly since
the photographer had made it clear that he wanted to see a visible bone
inside the suit when Kerry was modeling the speedos.

	The next Saturday, Kerry had his first 'entertainment' job,
appearing at a private party as a waiter.  When he showed up at the agency
at 4:00 p.m., he was introduced to Taylor and Jackson who'd be working the
party with him.  He'd seen Taylor a couple times before, exiting DeMarco's
office as he was coming in. and he'd been impressed by how hot the guy
looked, with his longish brown hair providing a nice dark background to his
startling amber eyes, giving him an almost wolfish look.  On that Saturday,
seeing Taylor just standing there, right in front of him, clad in a pair of
Nikes, tans slacks and a tight Polo shirt that not only matched the
coloring of his eyes but perfectly displayed what was obviously a
completely ripped torso, Kerry could feel himself boning up.  'Fuck," he
thought, 'I'd pay money to go to bed with this guy.'  And then his gaze
turned to Jackson and he almost popped his load right there.

	The model, who looked to be a couple of years older than either
Kerry or Taylor, was wearing a tight white Polo which, just like Taylor's,
seemed almost painted onto his body and which provided a sharp contrast
with his light chocolate skin.  He towered over Kerry, who was 5'9", and
was definitely a good two inches taller than Taylor who was at least six
feet.  A wicked smile lit up a flawless face beneath a cluster of short
dreads, but it was his eyes that held Kerry mesmerized.  Somehow, they
seemed to have almost a silver glint to them and, as Kerry stared into
them, he could seem them glimmer with amusement.  "Like what you see, don't
you boy?" the man said, not as a question but as a statement of obvious
fact.

	Kerry could feel himself beginning to blush but, when Jackson
deliberately looked down at Kerry's crotch and then glanced back at his
face openly smirking at him, Kerry's light pink quickly turned into a
vibrant red.  Following the model's gaze, Kerry was mortified to see a
moist cum-stain rapidly spreading across his crotch.  He hadn't actually
shot a load, but the pre-cum was just flowing out of his incredibly hard
dick.  It had to be obvious to anyone who looked at him that Kerry was
completely aroused by the black stud standing in front of him and having
that reaction to a fellow model, given the business they were both in,
seemed especially embarrassing.

	It was Taylor who helped dissipate some of Kerry's embarrassment by
putting his muscled arm around the boy's shoulder and telling him, "Don't
worry kid, Jacks has that effect on everyone the first time they meet him.
Hell, I've seen a blind man get a boner when he walks by.  You'll get used
to it.  Besides," he added, leaning down so that his face was even with
Kerry's, "you're a real hot little number yourself.  They'll be lined up to
do you, tonight.  And, having seen your ass, I wouldn't blame them.  Hell,
I wouldn't mind trying it out myself."

	Jackson's smirk broadened into a smile.  "I've heard about that
ass," he said.  "Turn around boy and let me see for myself."

	Self-consciously, Kerry eased himself from under Taylor's arm and
turned around.  He tried not to jump when Jackson reached out and took both
globes in his hands.  The black model fingered and squeezed Kerry's hard
cheeks for a little while and then released them.  "You were right, Tay,"
Kerry heard him tell the other model.  "He's got an ass made for fucking.
And, if it's halfway as tight as it looks to be, I may even enjoy this
evening."

	"Just go easy on him, Jacks," Taylor cautioned.  "He's new and I
know for a fact he's never had a dick as big as yours fucking him."

	"Not too easy, though," Kerry heard DeMarco interrupt.  "Roger's
paying good money and he expects a good show.  Now, I want your attention,
boys."  In his excitement at meeting Taylor and Jackson, Kerry had
forgotten DeMarco was in the office.  He turned to face the man as did the
two other models.

	"Okay, boys.  I know I've already laid out what's going to happen
tonight for Taylor and Jackson but now that Kerry's here I want to go over
it one last time.  Guests are scheduled to start arriving at 5:30 p.m.  The
three of you will be serving drinks.  You'll be wearing g-strings, bow-ties
and cuffs, which will be provided to you when you get there.

	"Dinner will be served at roughly 7:00 p.m., and you'll be serving
that as well.  You'll lose the g-strings for dinner and remain naked for
the rest of the evening.  Don't worry too much about proper serving
techniques - this isn't Downton Abbey - but at least try not to spill wine
on any of the guests.  As both Jackson and Taylor already know from past
experience, you can expect to be pawed and fondled throughout the meal.  Of
course, that's just a foretaste of what you can expect for the rest of the
evening.

	"After dinner, the guests will move to the large entertainment
room, where you, Jackson, and you, Kerry, will put on a show."  At this
point, DeMarco focused his attention on Kerry, Jackson having already been
briefed.  "It's really very simple, Kerry.  You're a young business man
heading home late at night after a hard day's work.  Jackson is a street
thug who thinks you're an easy mark.  He comes up to you, demands your
wallet and iPhone, you refuse and a struggle ensues.  During the course of
the struggle, which you eventually lose, Jackson rips open your shirt and,
noticing how good looking you are, decides to have some fun."

	"Now," DeMarco continued, once again addressing all three of them
"Roger has told me he'd like this scene to go for about an hour and a half,
which is pretty long, so, Jackson, that means you'll have to fuck Kerry at
least twice.  Try to draw out the first fuck as long as you can.  That may
be difficult since, I know from experience, Kerry has an incredible ass.
After the first time, rest a little bit - but not too long - pull out, make
Kerry clean your cock off with his mouth, and then fuck him again in a
different position.

	"This is a light S&M booking but I still want you to bat Kerry
around a little and rough him up while you're nailing his butt.  Make the
rape scene realistic.  And also make sure Kerry's ass is bright red by the
time you're finished fucking him - it makes his ass even hotter looking.
And, Kerry, you should struggle against Jackson the whole time he's
'raping' you.  And don't be shy.  You can scream and moan, beg him to stop,
tell him you're straight and that he's really hurting you - you can even
cry - just try to make the scene as realistic as possible.  Keep in mind
that it's supposed to be a rape and you don't want it to look like you're
actually enjoying getting fucked, even if you are."

	"And you, Taylor," DeMarco continued, turning to the third model,
"will be serving drinks and performing other services for the guests while
Jackson and Kerry are staging their little show.  I'm sure you realize from
your past experiences at Roger's parties, your mouth and ass will be
getting quite a workout during the show.

	"The show should end about 10:45 p.m.  And then the real work
begins.  Kerry, you'll be bottoming exclusively.  Jackson, you'll be
topping.  And you, Taylor, will get to play Mr.  Versatile, doing whatever
the guests want.  But, Jackson, there's one thing I want to make clear to
you.  While you'll be topping any guests who want to get fucked by your
giant whammer, Roger has made it clear to me that you're expected to bottom
for him.  So, be prepared.  I know you don't like getting fucked but that's
too bad.  I expect you to bend over for Roger as many times as he wants you
to - and give him a good ride, too."

	A deep, growled, 'Fuck' escaped the black stud's lips.  Kerry gave
him a surreptitious, sidelong glance.  Jackson was clearly not pleased and
made no effort to hide his displeasure.  But DeMarco was unperturbed by his
model's reaction and simply went on with his little speech.

	"You're all expected to be available for the guests' entertainment
until 6:00 a.m., though things will probably begin to ease up around 3:00
or 4:00 a.m.  In any event, don't plan on leaving before 6:30 a.m.  And
when you are done, go home and get some rest; I'm sure you'll need it.  You
all have Sunday off, but I expect all three of you to be available for
other assignments on Monday - I don't care how sore your cocks and pussies
are.

	"Kerry, you'll be making $3,000 for tonight's session; Taylor,
you'll be making $4,000; and you, Jackson, will be getting $4,500.  The
extra $500, Jackson, is directly related to your well-known dislike of
being fucked.  Considering the fact that Roger is paying a premium price
for the opportunity to fuck your boycunt, I want to reiterate that I expect
you to show him a really good time when he's doing you.  Do you
understand?"

	It was with obvious reluctance that Jackson agreed that he'd give
Roger a good fuck whenever he wanted it, not particularly impressed that he
was making an extra $500 for letting the guy bang his butt.  But his verbal
assent, unenthusiastic though it was, satisfied DeMarco.  He looked at each
of three models in turn and asked, "Any questions?"

	Kerry surprised even himself by speaking up.  "Yes, sir.  I have a
question."

	"Well.  What is it?" DeMarco responded with a note of impatience
when Kerry didn't pose his question immediately.

	"It's just..." Kerry began, somewhat self-consciously, wondering if
he was getting himself in trouble by asking questions, "it's just I was
wondering why I'm getting only $3000 while Taylor and Jackson are getting
$4,000 and $4,500 apiece.  Is it because I'm only bottoming?"

	"The fact that you're bottoming has nothing to do with it, Kerry,"
DeMarco immediately responded.  "It has to do with the fact that you're
new.  For an entertainment booking like tonight, the agency charges a
premium when a client requests a specific model.  Both Taylor and Jackson
were specifically requested by Roger, based on their past performances.
And Jackson gets a bonus when he bottoms because he's in a renewal contract
and the terms of his contract provide for that.  You were merely assigned
by the agency as the third performer so we charge less for you.  But if,
after tonight's performance, some future client specifically requests you
for a similar event, we'll charge a premium for you, too.  So it's in your
economic interest to do a good job tonight."

	"So," Kerry replied, "anytime in the future that I go out on an
assignment where the client has requested me, I'll be making $4,000?"

	"No, that's not right." DeMarco immediately responded, this time
obviously displeased by Kerry's continuing with his questions.  "What the
agency charges for your services, which determines what you receive,
depends on the type of service you'd be expected to perform.  The charges
vary depending on whether it is an individual session, a duo, a multiple,
or a group entertainment like tonight, whether its soft S&M or hard S&M or
exotic, whether it's for one night, a weekend, or an entire week.  There's
a lot of variables that determine what we charge.  But I don't have the
time or the inclination right now to explain all the nuances to you.  We
can go over it sometime in the future during one of your office sessions or
you can get Taylor or Jackson to fill you in on your way over to Roger's.
But right now, the three of you need to get going."

	"Yes, sir," Kerry responded, suitably chastened.

	DeMarco reached into his pocket, fished out a set of car keys and
tossed them to Taylor.  "The office van's in the basement, fully gassed and
stocked.  And I expect it to be that way when you return it on Monday."

	"Yes, sir," Taylor agreed.  The three of them turned to head out.

	"And, Taylor," DeMarco called after them.  "I don't want Jackson
driving the van.  He got two speeding tickets the last time he did and I
don't want my insurance rates going up.  Do you understand?"

	Taylor, who'd already passed through the door, called back a
perfunctory 'yes, sir,' without even turning around.

	When they got to the basement, Kerry followed Taylor and Jackson to
a corner where a gray 2014 Honda Odyssey was parked.  The rear area was
completely packed with cardboard boxes and various other items.  Taylor
turned to Jackson.  "You want to drive, man?" he asked with a smile.

	"No, Tay.  You go ahead.  I had a rough night and I need a rest,"
he replied.  He turned to Kerry, "Kid, you ride shotgun.  I'm going to
stretch out in the back and try to get some z's."  He opened the passenger
side door and crawled inside.

	Kerry buckled himself into the front passenger seat as Taylor
walked around and opened up the driver's side.  In less than a minute they
were pulling out of the parking space and on their way.

	Mindful of Jackson's declaration, Kerry sat quietly in the front
seat, his mind racing, wondering what awaited him tonight.  After about
five minutes, Taylor turned him.  "You the quiet type, Kerry?" he asked.

	"No.  Not particularly," he responded in a whisper.  "I just didn't
want to disturb Jackson."

	"Don't worry about him," Taylor laughed.  "He's already out like a
light and, as I know pretty well from my own experiences with him, once
he's conked out, there's no way just some noise is going to wake him up.
That boy could sleep through the Second Coming."

	Kerry turned and glanced into the back seat.  Sure enough, Jackson
was stretched across the seat, obviously asleep.  But even sleeping,
Jackson didn't look like a 'boy' to him.  He looked like one tough dude who
could easily take care of himself.  And he mentioned that to Taylor.

	Taylor gave him a quick smile and then turned his eyes back onto
the road.  "Kid," he said, in his easy-going manner, "you've got a lot to
learn.  But don't sweat it.  You will.  It just takes time and experience.
You've got the time and, the way you look, you're going to get plenty of
experience."

        He paused for a second, before continuing.  "I'm sure if you ran
into Jacks in a bar or at a club, you'd think he was one tough motherfucker
and you'd mind your manners around him and wouldn't ever think of referring
to him as a 'boy.'  But, in this business, to all intents and purposes, he
is a 'boy.'  We're all 'boys.'  That's not only what the clients call us;
that's how they actually see us.  And that's how they treat us, too.  Like
'boys.'  And you need to keep that in mind when you're dealing with a
client.  He doesn't see you as an equal; he sees you as a 'boy.'  And a
'boy' does what he's told to do and likes it - or at least acts as if he
likes it.

        "Course there's also an element of truth in having the clients call
us 'boys.'  Chronologically, compared to most of them, we are all boys.
Even Jacks.  Even Cort, who's close to 35.  But it's not because they're
all older than us that they invariably refer to us as 'boys.'  They do it
to reinforce their status in the relationship.  They are 'men' and in
charge; we are 'boys' and there for their pleasure.  And they expect us to
know our place."

        "So, whenever we go out on an assignment, we all refer to each
other as 'boys,' just like the clients do.  But there's no disrespect
intended when we use the term.  It's just what we are when we're working -
we're 'boys.'  And that's why those who do the job we do are called
'working boys' and not 'working men.'  You're a 'boy,' I'm a 'boy,' and
Jacks is a 'boy,' and the men at the party tonight are going to use us as
'boys' all night long.  It just is what it is."

	And then, once again taking his eyes off the road for a quick look
at Kerry, he added, "But, I got to tell you Kerry, you are one hot looking
'boy' and I wouldn't mind doing you myself."  He gave him a leering wink
and then turned his attention back on to the road.

	In just seconds, Kerry was completely flushed and totally boned up.
The first time he saw Taylor, walking out of DeMarco's office a couple
weeks ago, he'd been almost as intimidated by him as he was by Jackson.
Taylor was, after all, a real stunner.  The idea that a guy as drop-dead
gorgeous as Taylor could be interested in him sexually was incredibly
exhilarating.  It actually made him quiver a little.  The thought occurred
to him, 'this must be what a girl feels like when a really hot guy comes on
to her.'

        He wondered what it would be like to have sex with a guy like
Taylor - a guy he had the hots for, a guy who could literally get his
juices flowing just by looking at him, as Kerry's leaking cock made clear.
He had enjoyed sex with both Dean and Troy but, while they were both
good-looking, he hadn't made any visceral connection with them - at least
not the way he'd already felt he connected with Taylor.  For a guy who just
a week ago had thought of himself as straight it was hard for Kerry to
process the emotions he was feeling.  He had enjoyed fucking girls; enjoyed
dating them, too.  But no girl he had been with had ever elicited the
physical and sexual response he was feeling just by being next to Taylor.
And the fact that Taylor might be reciprocating his interest, that Taylor
might actually want to fuck him, excited him in a way he had never felt
before.

	The problem for Kerry was that he had no experience being in this
type of situation.  He'd always had a relatively passive nature and it had
always been the girls who had come on to him.  Now, wanting to let Taylor
know that he'd love to have sex with him but afraid that he might have read
too much into the other boy's off-hand comment, he was uncertain how to
proceed.  The last thing he wanted to do was to scare him off by coming on
too strong.  So, even though he was dying to let Taylor know how strongly
attracted to him he was, what he did was engage the boy in a discussion
about how the agency operated.

	So, for the next half-hour, Taylor filled him in.  Almost
immediately, Kerry found himself being disabused of an assumption he had
made based on this first assignment.  Taylor had mentioned, in a response
to one of Kerry's questions; that he could expect three to four sessions
with clients every week.  "Really," Kerry exclaimed.  "Are you telling me I
can expect to make $9,000 to $12,000 every week?"

	"No way, man," Taylor answered, favoring his with a bemused glance,
"What makes you think that?"

	"Well," Kerry explained, "I'm making $3,000 for tonight so I just
multiplied that by three and four."

	"But tonight's a soft S&M entertainment engagement," Taylor
countered.  "It's pretty much the highest paying job we get - other than a
hard S&M entertainment or an exotic booking, and I don't think you'd want
to try either of those for awhile.  If you get two entertainment sessions a
month you're doing real good.  Most of the contract work are single
assignments and the going rate for them is $1,000 - at least that's what
the model makes.  And auctions, after they're familiar with you, pay even
less.  You're lucky if you get $750 for those.  Right now, in the average
week I pull in between four and five thousand."

	Seeing the disappointment in Kerry's face, Taylor laughed.  "Kid.
Think about it.  At that rate I'm making between $200,000 and $250,000 a
year.  And that doesn't include any of the income I make from real modeling
gigs."

	Kerry was stunned.  He sat there just staring at him, his out wide
open.  "Jesus," he said after a long pause.  "That's a shit-pot full of
money.  How much do you think I'd make?"

	"Well, seeing how you're a really hot little fucker and new to the
market to boot, my guess is that you'll pull in something over $300,000
your first year."

	"You got to be shittin' me," Kerry exclaimed.

	"No, man.  I'm serious," Taylor reassured him.  "That's pretty much
what I made my first year."

	"Holy Fuck!" Kerry muttered.  He sank back into the car seat,
trying to comprehend how much money they were talking about and what he'd
do with it if Taylor wasn't just yanking his chain.  "I had no fucking
idea," he said.

	"I know," Taylor agreed, laughing softly.  "It's a real shock for
all of us the first time we realize how much money we can make by peddling
our asses through the agency.  Of course, that's why virtually all the
models stick it out, even after they discover the real nature of the
business the agency is involved in.  There's just so goddamn much money to
be made.  And, the thing is, that's one thing Dean is really good about -
he may screw all our pussies but he doesn't screw around with our money.
He pays us what he promises."

	Kerry just sat there for the next ten minutes, trying to absorb all
the information Taylor had just provided.  He had already made his peace
with being a whore; now that he knew how much being a whore could bring in,
he was more than happy with his choice.  This was one job that he
definitely intended to keep.  And he figured he should learn everything he
could about it, just to make sure he didn't screw things up.  Taylor had
mentioned 'auctions' and Kerry didn't have a clue as to what he was talking
about.  So he asked him and Taylor filled him in.

        Kerry was surprised to hear about the website and shocked when
Taylor explained that every session he'd had with DeMarco and Troy had not
only been filmed but would soon be shown to thousands of subscribers.

	"You mean all his subscribers are going to see me jerking off and
getting spanked?"  Kerry asked incredulously.

	This question elicited another laugh from Taylor.  "They're going
to see a lot more than that, Kerry.  You spent last weekend at DeMarco's,
didn't you?" he asked.

	"Yeah," Kerry replied, surprised that Taylor knew that.

	"Well," he said, once again darting a quick glance at the boy,
"we've all been there and we all know what goes on.  I bet he and Troy gave
your pussy a royal fucking."

	Kerry could feel his face heating up.  He wasn't sure what was more
embarrassing - learning that Taylor knew he'd been already been fucked by
Dean and his son or hearing Taylor refer to his ass as a 'pussy.'  Either
way, he was too chagrined to respond.

	But Taylor wasn't about to drop it.  "Come on, Kerry," he pressed.
"They both fucked your pussy didn't they?  And knowing those guys, I'm sure
they did it multiple times.  Well, his whole house is rigged with cameras
and every fuck they threw at you boytwat is going to make it onto his
website.  You're just lucky they didn't double-dick you.  Those sessions
always seem to show up on the general internet where anyone can see them."

	"Fuck, no," Kerry gasped.  Surprised, Taylor turned back to look at
the boy.  A few seconds later, he was slowing the car down and pulling onto
the shoulder.  Once the car had come to a stop and he'd put it in park,
Taylor turned his full attention on the boy next to him.

	"Jeez, Kerry, they did double-fuck you, didn't they?" he softly
asked, the sympathy clear in his tone.  "I'm sorry.  They usually don't do
that on the first weekend."

	Despite his best efforts to appear nonchalant, Kerry could tell
that his face had turned scarlet just from how hot it felt.  It was one
thing to reconcile yourself with being a whore.  But Kerry had never even
considered the possibility that total strangers would see him getting
fucked or that friends who didn't have the faintest idea that he was gay
would see him taking dick up his ass.  And, from what Taylor had just told
him, both complete strangers and good friends would be able to see him
taking not just one but two cocks up his ass at the same time.  What would
they think about him when they saw that?  What did Taylor think about him
now that he'd learned what a total whore Kerry was?  He was sure to be
disgusted now that he'd found that out.

	"I'm sorry," Kerry began, looking straight ahead, too humiliated to
even face Taylor.  "I didn't ask them to.  They just did it.  Troy just
stuck his dick up me while his dad was doing me before I even knew what was
going on."

	"Why are you apologizing to me?" Taylor asked.

	Kerry just sat there staring straight ahead.

	"Kerry," he heard Taylor say, in a much stronger tone, "look at
me."

	Reluctantly, Kerry turned to face the other boy, expecting to see a
face suffused with contempt.  Instead, he was surprised to see only
confusion etched on the handsome features.  "Why are you apologizing to
me?" Taylor repeated.

	Kerry really didn't have any ready answer to that question, at
least not any answer he was willing to share with Taylor at that moment.
He could scarcely confide that he'd been hoping that maybe the two of them
could hook up and that Taylor's discovery of what a slut Kerry really was
had almost certainly ended any possibility of that occurring.  So, instead,
he temporized and merely left it at, "I can't imagine what you must think
of me - letting two guys fuck me at the same time."

	"Why would I think any less of you, Kerry?" Taylor responded,
obviously not comprehending why Kerry would be upset because he now knew
that Kerry had been double-fucked by Dean and Troy.  "You think I haven't
had those two dicks reaming out my pussy at the same time?  Is that it?
Well, let me set you straight right here.  I've been double-dicked by Dean
and his son more times than I can count.  And so has every boy who works
for the agency.  Including self-proclaimed 'straight' boys like Jacks who
hate getting their pussies stuffed with even one cock."

        "The only reason I was surprised was that Dean usually doesn't do
that on the first weekend.  He and Troy usually wait for the second
weekend.  But, after that first weekend, any guy who spends another weekend
with those two can count on having to take both of their dicks at the same
time at least once - and frequently more than once - during his stay."

	"And, by the way," he added.  "Spending a weekend at DeMarco's
house is not voluntary - it's mandatory.  Every boy who works for the
agency is required to spend at least two weekends a year playing pussy for
their cocks.  DeMarco says it's so he can be sure that we're all still
performing up to snuff, but we all know that's bullshit.  He does it simply
because he enjoys fucking us.  Of course, it also provides him with fresh
video of all of his boys getting fucked at least twice a year.  He doesn't
mention that, though, since none of us make a dime off his website and he
doesn't want to have to start paying us of performing on his site.  So he
passes it off as part of our training which just happens to be shown on the
site, as if there's a single model who buys that happy horseshit."

        "But the bottom line, Kerry, is that every one of the models you'll
be working with at the agency has endured double-penetration sex with those
two multiple times.  So don't think any of us are going to think any the
less of you for doing what we've all done and what we're all going to be
doing again."

	Listening to Taylor, Kerry could feel his tension and embarrassment
ebbing, but he was still worried about something that Taylor had said -
that the video of him being double-fucked was going to show up on the
internet where anybody could see it.  But when he mentioned that concern,
Taylor tried to ease his fears.

	"I won't lie to you, Kerry.  The video of you taking two dicks up
your pussy is probably going to leak on to other sites.  But when those
sites post it, it's not like they're going to advertise it as 'Kerry
O'Malley takes two cocks up his boytwat.'  They're pirating the tape and
they don't want to make it easy for the agency to ferret them out, so
they'll just post it with some tag like 'Hot ginger boy gets
double-fucked.'  Besides, most viewers would believe that the name used on
the site was phony anyway.  Almost every porn site uses made-up names for
their models.  As far as I know, the agency is just about the only site
that insists on marketing us using our real names."

	"You mean, I'm going to be advertized as 'Kerry O'Malley' on the
agency's website," Kerry queried, his tone clearly betraying his concern.

	"Well, on the general subscriber's pages you'll just be listed as
'Kerry,' but, yes, on the premium subscriber's pages it'll be 'Kerry
O'Malley,' just like I'm listed as 'Taylor Petersen.'  So one of the things
you're going to want to do is make sure your phone number is unlisted and
get off any site on the internet where you're using your real name.  I'm
surprised Dean hasn't told you to do that already.'

	"Well, he did," Kerry admitted.  "But he didn't explain why I
should do it."

	"So," Taylor responded, "now you know."  With that observation, he
flipped the key in the ignition, turned the engine on and shifted into
gear.  "So, you okay now, Kerry?" he asked as he maneuvered the van back
into traffic.

	"Yeah.  I guess so," Kerry said.  He sat there just thinking about
everything for a few minutes.  Suddenly, his brow furrowed.  "So, I've
already been advertized on the agency website?" he asked Taylor.

	"On the general website," the other boy responded.  "They had a
nice nude spread of you last week, including one close-up of your butt
getting spanked.  I've got to tell you, Kerry, your ass looked real hot in
that photo.  Of course," he added, once again not hiding his amusement,
"judging from how red it looked, I'm sure it was real hot.  I'm looking
forward to seeing that session myself.  They'll probably begin posting
videos of your sessions next week.  And, now that they're sure you're not
going to bail, they'll probably start advertising your up-coming auction on
the premium site at the same time.  I'm sure your pussy's going to bring in
major money that first time."

	Taylor gave Kerry another quick glance just in time to see him
grimace.  "You okay, kid," he asked.  "There's nothing really to be that
concerned about.  Auction gigs may not pull in the big bucks after the
subscribers get used to you but you make good money the first three or four
times your boy-hole's put up for bids.  It's a big thing for the
subscribers to be the first customer to get a go at your pussy, even though
they won't be anywhere near the first john any of the agency's models
services.  Of course, they don't know that."  Seeing Kerry grimace again,
Taylor misinterpreted Kerry's response.  "I thought you were okay with
getting fucked, Kerry?"

	"I am," Kerry countered.  "I'm fine with that."

	"Then, what's the problem?"

	"It's that...It's that you keep referring to my asshole as a
'pussy.'  I'm sorry, Taylor," Kerry quickly went on, "I don't mean to
offend you, but it really bothers me when you talk about my 'pussy.'  It's
like you look at me like I'm some girl - like I'm not a man in your eyes.
Not a real man, anyway.  Not someone you respect."

	Taylor slowly shook his head.  Though he kept his primary focus on
the road, he gave Kerry a quick glance.  "First off, Kerry, I want you to
know that I do respect you - as a man.  But, remember our discussion about
us being 'boys' in this job?"  He looked over at the redhead and waited
until Kerry shook his head 'yes' and then went on, "Well, it's the same
thing.  Boys who get fucked - boys like us - don't have assholes.  As far
as our clients are concerned, we have pussies, cunts, boytwats, snatch -
you name it - between our legs just like we have tits or titties on our
chests.  Hell, some clients will even refer to your cock as your boy-clit
and expect you to do the same.  It's all part of the verbal dominance we
have to submit to just like we submit to their physical demands.  In their
minds, we're not only their 'boys,' we're their bitches and whores and
boysluts and they have the right to compel us to do anything that
titillates them, including verbal self-abasement. And you have to get used
to it."

	"I'm sure that tonight," Taylor continued, "more than one guy is
going to insist that you tell them how much you want them to fuck your
'pussy,' and they're going to insist you call it just that - your 'pussy'
or your 'cunt' or your 'boytwat' or any other derogatory term that turns
them on.  For some of our clients, getting you to verbally submit to them
is as big a turn-on, if not more of a turn-on, than forcing your physical
submission.  And it's something you're going to have to do if you intend to
make it in this business."

	"None of us like it at first.  But, after a while, you realize that
they're just words.  It's only demeaning if you let the words get to you.
So, what we all do is use the same words ourselves when we're talking to
each other as a way of robbing them of their sting.  So yeah, Kerry, you've
got a pussy between your legs, just like I've got a leaking boytwat between
my legs and a pair of erect titties on my chest and a boy-clit that's hard
as iron just looking at you.  And it doesn't bother me to say it."

	Kerry could feel his entire body flushing as Taylor was finishing
his explanation.  It wasn't because he was still embarrassed about
references to his asshole as a 'pussy.'  Taylor had pretty much eased his
self-consciousness about that.  It was because Taylor had said that his
'boy-clit' was hard as iron just looking at Kerry.  Just hearing that
admission had had an electric effect on Kerry and his own hard cock - no,
make that his own hard 'boy-clit.'  Before he even knew what was happening,
his 'boy-clit' had erupted with cum.  He had spontaneously creamed himself
without any manipulation and now, as he sat there, mortified beyond words,
he could see the cum-stain spreading across the fabric of his crotch.
Before he could even move a hand to try to cover his embarrassing orgasm,
he heard Taylor exclaim, "Jesus Christ, Kerry.  Did you just shoot a load?"

	As Kerry sat there virtually immobilized in his embarrassment,
Taylor stretched out a hand and firmly grasped Kerry's crotch.  "You did,
you horny little stud-puppy, didn't you?" Taylor said as his hand felt the
damp cloth and Kerry's still hard cock under it.  Kerry groaned aloud as
Taylor continued to grope him, not believing how turned on was by being
fondled by the dark-haired hunk.  Unbelievably, he realized that despite
having just shot a load, he was not that far away from being able to pop
off another one.

	He looked over at the boy next to him and was just about to let him
know how much he wanted to have sex with him when he became aware of
another voice demanding his attention.

       "Kerry.  Kerry.  I said I need to shoot a load.  Are you going to
help me out or not?"  With a start, Kerry was wrenched from his reminisces
of the past to the demands of the present.  Callum was lying next to him,
his big hard dick pointing straight into the air.  Shaking his head to
clear the cobwebs, Kerry tried to focus.  Callum was staring at him,
clearly irritated.  "Well, are you going to help me out or not," he asked,
obviously perturbed.

	"Sorry," Kerry muttered.  "My mind was somewhere else."

	"Well, that was pretty obvious," Callum rejoined, clearly not
placated by Kerry's explanation.  "I've been trying to get your attention
for at least a minute."  He turned on his side to make his cock easier for
Kerry to mouth.  "To tell you the truth, boy, I don't care where your mind
is just so long as you get your fucking mouth on my dick and suck me off
like you're supposed to do."  "Fucking faggot," he added under his breath
but loud enough for Kerry to hear.

	Stifling a sharp retort of his own, Kerry leaned forward, opened
his mouth, and swallowed all hard nine inches in one gulp.  As he worked
the hard tool in his throat, Kerry couldn't help feeling pleased with how
good a cocksucker he'd become in the last few months, thanks not only to
DeMarco's training but all the practice he was getting on the side with
Tay's big dick.  He could suck on Tay's juicy meat for hours at a time and
Tay was more than happy to let him do just that.  It was because of Tay
that he'd come to look forward to sucking dick almost as much as getting
his pussy fucked.

	Callum had a truly impressive cock, even bigger than Tay's.  And
his spunk was surprisingly sweet.  It was just too bad that it was attached
to such an asshole, otherwise he might have actually enjoy his assignment
as Callum's roof-top cocksucker.  As it was, Kerry did what he always did
when he was sucking Callum's cock - he imagined he was blowing Tay,
something he'd actually be doing later that evening.  He just hoped Dean
and Troy didn't take too long fucking his pussy after Callum left so he
could go home and shower before he headed over to Tay's condo.  Not that
Tay would mind if he had to come straight from the agency.  He said it kind
of turned him on when his 'boy' arrived all spunky and used.  But,
regardless of what Tay said, Kerry personally felt a lot better if he was
squeaky clean when he and Tay started going at it - not that either of them
would end up that way.

	A sudden groan from Callum warned Kerry that the other boy was
getting close so Kerry turned his attention back to the matter at hand.  In
just seconds, Callum's cock erupted in his throat and Kerry could feel the
hot sperm spraying his gullet.  He moved his head backwards to get the last
few spurts in his mouth.  Callum was a complete asshole but he did have
really sweet cum and tasting it was pretty much the only enjoyable part of
giving him a blowjob so Kerry wanted to get a good taste.  After today,
Kerry knew he wouldn't be getting as many opportunities to savor Callum's
cum but that was fine with him.  Particularly since, having been filled in
by DeMarco as to what they had planned for Callum, he knew he was really
going to enjoy what was coming next - even if Callum wouldn't.