Date: Mon, 6 Oct 2014 04:06:24 -0700
From: Andrew Catral <andybogs@ymail.com>
Subject: Castro's Talent Agency Part 6

Castro's Talent Agency.

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I would like to thank Jasper Botha who penned this chapter with me just
editing a few tiny bits but this is all his. I would also like to thank him
for writing to me and giving me the push to write again. Also to others who
have emailed me in the past year. Thank you guys!


Part VI : Meeting Flex.


Taylor woke up the next morning, groaning cause his ass was still so sore
from the rough fucking in the cab the previous day. He showered 3 times
when he got home, but he still felt so dirty from being fucked by such a
fat and ugly old man. He can't believe all the things that's been happening
to him, and he was wondering what his family would think if they found out
about it. He almost felt like crying, but then, to his shock, he realized
that his cock was getting hard thinking about his adventure the previous
day... What was wrong with him? Was he really getting to like all these gay
experiences that he got dragged into?

The bedroom door opens and Castro walks in carrying a tray with a big glass
on it. He is completely naked, his thick dark dick swinging from side to
side as he walks towards the bed. Taylor can't help but stare at it,
mesmerized, as if it is a snake hypnotizing him. Castro smiles as he sees
Taylor's mouth is hanging open a bit, looking at his cock. "Got your
breakfast boy, a nice protein shake, to help keep those fine muscles
strong. Now drink up and get ready, you have that meeting in an hours'
time."

"Who am I meeting exactly?" Taylor asks as he drinks the protein shake.

"An executive who is very influential in the entertainment industry. He can
do a lot for your career, so you should definitely try and impress him. He
can introduce you to all the right people for auditions and public
appearances, so you should see this as a sort of pre-audition." Castro said
with a smirk

"Will I get paid for the public appearances?" Taylor asks eagerly wanting
to earn his own money.

"No Tay, you should really be paying HIM for this opportunity, should he
choose you, cause if the right people get to know you, you will make money
from movie roles and so on, so don't be all greedy now!" Castro says with a
stern voice, but secretly sniggering inside, knowing he was basically
pimping Taylor out, and HE will get paid the big bucks, while Taylor will
be doing all the "work".

"Okay..." Taylor says, looking like a boy who was caught doing something he
shouldn't have, as he drinks the last of the protein shake. "What should I
wear?" Taylor asks innocently not knowing Castro is literally throwing him
on the lion's den.

"Oh it will be very casual don't worry" Castro says. "I'll pick out
something for you while you go and shower, no need to move that sweet ass
of yours."

Taylor gets out of bed, his boycock still hard from his earlier thoughts
about the fat daddy who fucked him the day before. Castro sees this and
smiles, and gives Taylor's ass a smack as he walks past to go to the
bathroom. "Remember to leave that cock of yours alone boy!" Castro says
with a stern voice again not wanting for Taylor to waste any of his sweet
boy juice.

When he gets out of the shower Castro is standing by the bed, pointing to
some clothes that he's picked out. A tight black wife beater, some very
short black shorts, and flipflops. "What about underwear...?" Taylor asks.

"Nah, no need for that. Now put this on and hurry up, the limo is waiting
to take you to the meeting."

"Aren't you coming with me?" Taylor asks, really wishing that Castro
would. Even though he is a bit hard on Taylor at times, he was strangely
growing fond of him, maybe it had to do with the fact that Castro popped
his cherry, but he was starting to see Castro as a father figure in his
life, wanting to please him and obey him, not to disappoint.

"I've got some other business to attend to this morning. You are my
favorite client but not my only client you know" Castro smiles as he steps
up to Taylor, and plants a strong firm kiss on him, probing the boy's mouth
with his tongue, giving that bubble butt a squeeze. When he breaks away
Taylor is dazed for a moment, and Castro smiles again as he realizes what a
strong dominating effect he is having on the young movie stud. He could
probably make him do just about anything.

Taylor quickly gets dressed. The shorts are very short, and he doesn't know
how he was going to keep his dick and balls from slipping out. He really
wishes he could put some other pants on, but he doesn't want to disappoint
Castro, and he knows he should trust his judgment.

When he gets downstairs Castro is nowhere to be seen, but the limo is
waiting out front, and he gets in. The driver says nothing, he just takes
off. Taylor sits alone in the back as they drive into the city. His dick
keeps slipping out of the shorts, and every time the touch from his hands
when he pushes it back it stimulates him more, and he starts to get hard
again. He starts panicking, what if his dick gets hard while he is in the
meeting, and pops out of his pants??

The limo finally stops in front of a big skyscraper. "20th floor, room 69"
the driver says from the front of the limo.

"Okay thanks" Taylor stammers as he gets out of the limo. He looks up at
the big building, and then notices all the other people walking around
outside, all dressed in business suits, with briefcases, chatting on their
cellphones. He's really starting to think that Castro made a mistake making
him dress like this, even if the meeting is so supposed to be relaxed. He
adjusts his cock and then enters the building. He walks towards the
elevator but then a big security guard quickly walks up to him and says:
"Sorry sir the elevator is out of order, you will have to take the stairs."

Taylor feels very dismayed, it's quite a lot of stairs to get to the 20th
floor. He starts up the first flight, and decides to sprint up the stairs,
it should go quicker that way. But he has to stop the whole time as his
dick flops out of his shorts from the running. When he eventually reaches
the 20th floor, the sweat is dripping from him. He looks up and down the
corridor, and then starts searching for room 69. He finally finds it, and
sort of expects there to be a secretary outside, but there is no one. He
hesitates outside the door, stuffs his now very slippery and sweaty dick
back into his shorts, and then knocks. The door opens, and he expects
someone to greet him, but there is no one. He enters what looks like a very
large boardroom, with a long table and lots of chairs. Right at the end, on
the other side of the room, someone is sitting. It's a very dark black man,
and even though he is sitting down, Taylor can see that he is a big man.

"Welcome" a deep voice says. Taylor hears a swooshing sound as the door
closes behind him, and he realizes that it must be remote controlled or
something.

"Uhm, hello, I'm Taylor Lautner. I'm with Castro's Talent Agency and he
arranged the meeting...?" he says, as if not quite sure that he is in the
right place. He can tell that the man is wearing a very expensive business
suit, and he feels very underdressed for the meeting all of a sudden. He
feels his dick sliding down again and quickly cups his crotch to keep it in
place.

"Yes Mr Lautner I know who you are, I've seen some of your work." Taylor of
course assumes he is talking about his regular blockbuster movies, but he
was actually referring to the video from the BDSM photoshoot, of which
Castro sent him a copy. "My name is Flex Stone. I own and manage quite a
few business ventures within the more independent sector of the
entertainment industry, and a lot of my clients are very influential. If I
introduce you to the right people, you could go far."

"Wow that sounds great" Taylor starts to feel a bit better about the whole
situation, again thinking about how much money he could be making.

"However," Flex says ominously, making Taylor's heart drop a bit, "you
being one of Castro's "special" clients doesn't automatically qualify you
to be chosen by me..." The way he emphasizes "special" makes Taylor wonder
if he knows that Castro has been fucking him. Flex grins slyly, Taylor
being too far away to see it. He was definitely going to be using Taylor in
his plans, especially after seeing that hot video of Taylor getting
humiliated and abused at the photoshoot, but he will still make him work
for it a bit, that's all part of the fun. "You will have to convince me
that you really are good enough, that you've got what it takes."

"Uhm...okay....well I'll do anything Mr Stone..." Taylor stammers.

"Gooooood.....goooood......" Flex smiles. He thinks a bit. Then he says: "I
have an event coming up where we will need some good looking models to pose
as animals. Do you think you can behave like an animal?" Flex sneers.

"Uhm....I don't quite understand?"

"Get on the table there" Flex points to the end of the long boardroom
table, on your hands and knees, and crawl towards me like you are a strong
and aggressive animal."

Taylor looks at the table, feeling very unsure. This is not at all what he
expected. Usually in auditions they just look at his photos, make him read
some lines, maybe take off his shirt, and then he's got the job. He slowly
climbs on the table, positioning himself on all fours. The sweat from his
strenuous run up the stairs drips off him, splattering on the table. He
slowly starts crawling towards Flex, ass in the air, trying to look strong
and aggressive. Flex looks onto him, not breaking eye-contact, not showing
much emotion, also adding to Taylor's discomfort, as he slowly crawls
towards him across the long table.

"Gooooood......that's very gooooood, I like what I see," Flex says, as
Taylor gets closer and closer to him. In his pants Flex's dick is hard as a
rock, throbbing with excitement and lust for this young stud that his good
friend Castro has sent him.

When Taylor reaches the end of the table, he stops, not sure what to do
next. He's only a couple of feet away from Flex now, who is still staring
very intensely, and without much emotion at him. At least he's been giving
his approval so far, Taylor thinks.

Flex sits in silence for a bit, knowing it's making Taylor more
uncomfortable, smiling inside - it's so easy to fuck with young studs like
these. He reaches over to a wooden box on the table and opens it. Inside
are some long and very expensive Cuban cigars. He takes one and places it
between his thick lips, still keeping eye-contact with Taylor the whole
time. He takes a gold-plated lighter from his pocket and brings the flame
to the tip of the cigar, lighting it up, puffing to get it going, smoke
drifting from his mouth. He places the lighter back in his pocket, takes a
deep drag from the cigar, leans over to get closer to Taylor and then blows
smoke in his face. Taylor coughs but tries to keep his pose. Flex chuckles,
and the sign of friendliness lets Taylor relax a bit again. "Do you smoke?"
Flex asks.

"Uhm....no sir..." Taylor says.

"You must try it sometime. But it has to be a good cigar. I only smoke the
best. Maybe you and I will smoke a couple together....soon..." He smiles
again. Taylor manages a weak smile back.

Flex gets up from the chair, and even with Taylor on the table, he towers
over him. Puffing on his cigar he slowly walks to get beside Taylor,
inspecting his body. "Mmmmm...." he says, as if in deep in thought. Walking
around to the other side, "very nice..."

Taylor keeps staring ahead of him, so he loses sight of Flex. He gives a
light jolt when he feels Flex's hand on his ass. Relaxing his groin just
for a moment, his dick slips out again! The head protruding from the
shorts, he hopes Flex can't see it from where he is standing. Flex gently
rubs his ass, giving each butt cheek a squeeze. "Nice and firm" he says
with approval in his voice, as if grading meat in a butchery. Then all of a
sudden Taylor feels a tug on his shorts and hears a ripping sound as Flex
rips his shorts open! The tattered material falls on the table, leaving
Taylor's sweaty bubble butt exposed. Flex gives it a hard slap, making
Taylor jolt again. Oh fuck, all this touching and attention to his ass is
making his dick hard again! And now there's no way to even try and hide it!
He tries to keep his legs together but Flex grips his thighs and forces his
legs open. His dick and balls are in full view now, as Flex observes him
from behind. "Take of the shirt" Flex orders. Standing on his knees, Taylor
flips the vest over his head, hesitantly, and then lets it fall on the
floor beside the table. Why does he keep getting into situations nowadays
where he has to be naked when it comes to his work? He didn't think being
an adult in show business would be like this. Flex places his hand on
Taylor muscular back and pushes him down to be on all fours again. He is
still out of Taylor's view, but he can feel those eyes on him, roaming over
his young body.

"You are one fine specimen Taylor", Flex says. He reaches in from behind,
in between Taylor's legs. grabbing his hard boy cock, pulling on it,
kneeding it in his big rough hand, his other hand pulling on Taylor's
balls, tugging on them, pulling the skin tight, all the while puffing away
on the cigar between his lips. His pulling motions on Taylor's cock getting
harder, really squeezing the tight shaft, making Taylor moan. "Do you like
that?" Flex asks, as he pulls and squeezes even harder. "Do you like
getting milked like a farm animal?" he chuckles.

"Mmmmmmmm......" is all Taylor can utter. From his response Flex can tell
that it won't be long before he shoots his boy load, so without warning he
lets go of Taylor's balls and hard dick. He leans closer, next to Taylor's
ear, catching the boy still in the ecstasy of the moment. "You're going to
be my best fucktoy ever" he whispers, blowing some more smoke in Taylor's
face, making him snap out of the trance of the cock-milking.

"Wh...what....?" he asks nervously between coughs not hearing Flex clearly.