Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2007 11:51:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dan Boyd <danb31210@yahoo.com>
Subject: Working for Zac

First and foremost, let me say this is not in any way based on reality -- I
have no idea of Zac Efron's sexuality. This is a commission piece, with
specific things to be done.  It takes a bit to get to the fun parts in this
chapter, but I wanted to set up the idea. Planning a couple more chapters,
which will get to the action faster, so thanks for patience with this
one. And while I am following the general "script" for this, I am still
open to ideas for what to have happen as it goes.

And always play safe -- the characters in this story do not, and in the
world we live in today, that is just not smart.

*****

Zac Efron walked to his trailer on the set of Hairspray, having just
wrapped up the scene where his character Link had just kissed Tracy. And he
was still trying to block out the memory. How could he tell anyone why it
had bugged him so much, how could he tell them he was ... gay?

He had known for awhile now, actually from the filming of High School
Musical. He had been turned on by the other guys on the make-believe
basketball team. But he had not acted on those ideas, burying them
inside. Until he met Jake. Jake, who was waiting for him in his trailer,
ready for ... whatever Zac wanted.

Jake was hired to be his assistant, and to provide some guidance to the
young star, being an older man who had been where Zac was now -- a teen star
mobbed by fans, and who seemed to have the world on his feet. Or at least,
he did for a few years. The problem was Jake got caught on his 21st
birthday going into a gay bar, and the world crashed around his head. He
almost instantly stopped getting calls for roles in big teen
flicks. Instead, he would once in awhile get called to play a role in
independent films, as the gay friend. At first he declined them, pissed at
the world, but as his money ran out, he had to accept the parts, cementing
his new status as the gay bit player.

Now, at age 35, he had come to terms with the reality, and though he had a
bit of wishful thinking of what might have been, he was okay with how his
life was going. He still had the looks that had gotten him fame in the
first place, though now they had become much more rugged and adult. At 6ft
5in tall, he was used to being the tallest guy in the room. His dark blonde
hair was somewhat shaggy, and always looked like he had just gotten out of
bed -- a look that took a surprising amount of time to accomplish. His eyes
were bright green, and his smile was still electric -- people felt good
around Jake. He worked out four days a week, lifting weights and doing
cardio, plus he ran five miles two of the other days. He tanned all over by
his pool -- years before he had put up enough screening trees to guarantee
privacy from anything but a helicopter, and these days Jake did not warrant
that kind of attention.

Which was good, because his backyard was often where he engaged in his
sexual fun -- he and whatever playmate would be by the pool and end up
blowing each other, or fucking on the lounges, with the sun or the stars
overhead. In those scenes, Jake more often then not was the one on his
knees, taking carte of his partner's needs. He loved to make the guys he
was with feel good -- often to the point of neglecting his own needs. Often
the other guy would be a minor star, up and coming who was not yet afraid
to be seen visiting the outed actor. But as they grew in fame, they
inevitably dropped Jake, worried about their careers.

Which is why his coming to be working for Zac was still odd for him -- he
did not mind, but why would they tie the new up and coming star to the old
teen star now pegged for being a fag? Wouldn't that hurt the rising player
if word got out?

"But that is the point -- we want to show that Zac does not give a fuck
about shit like that! Today is different then when you were coming up, and
having support from the gay fans is important. So by showing he can have a
gay man as his assistant, it shows he is okay with alternative
life-styles. Besides, you have not worked in a few months -- are you really
going to tell me you do not want the regular paycheck?"

Jake was ashamed to admit he did need the money -- he had been stupid with
his last boyfriend and spent way beyond his means to try and keep him. And
so he was in no position to argue with the thinly veiled homophobia the
kid's agent was expressing, and took the job.

He met Zac at his new house in Beverly Hills. It was small by the standards
of other Hollywood stars, but the kid was just starting out -- he had a few
minor roles before the Disney movie, but nothing to bank huge profits from
doing. But the place was still huge compared to Jake's place -- four
bedrooms, huge living room, a kitchen that would make Emeril happy, decent
sized piece of land (for Beverly Hills anyway) which had a covered pool
with a screened off yard (no helicopters here!!!).

When Jake rang the doorbell, he was shocked when Zac himself opened the
door. "Hey, come on in -- sorry `bout the mess, just got back from doing
some press for the movie, and had enough time to unpack, but not put
shit... I mean, STUFF... up."

Jake had seen the kid before of course, but up close he was surprised at
how handsome he was. At 5ft9in, he was much shorter then Jake, but somehow
his presence more then made up for it -- he filled the room, without
trying. His brown hair was perfectly unperfect, ruffled just right -- Jake
smiled, knowing how much work went into that look, and what the kid had to
do each day for it. But it was his eyes -- the bright blue shot out at you,
and held your attention. "And this kid is just 18," he thought.

He was taken into the living room, where Jake saw what the kid had meant --
stuff was everywhere. But sitting on the couch were two people, a woman who
was obviously Zac's mom and Zac's agent. Everyone was introduced, and Jake
was told what his job would entail -- making sure Zac was on time for
interviews, controlling who got access, handling the obnoxious paparazzi
angling for dirt and pictures, helping Zac with household stuff...

"Wait a minute... household stuff? You mean I am gonna be living here?"
Jake was confused, he had thought this was just a 9 to 5 (okay, so not
really those hours...) job, and at the end of the day he would go back to
his bungalow. Zac's mom looked surprised.

"Well, I thought you knew -- Zac is insisting he move out, and the only way
I am going to put up with THAT is if I know there is someone around to look
after him..." As she said this, she held up her hand to Zac, who had
started to object, "...without ... I think it is called cramping his
style?" She smiled as she said it -- thinking of Zac with Vanessa just made
her plan marriage sooner. "I am sorry if this was not clear...?" She looked
at the agent who was uncomfortable. Before he could say anything, however,
Jake spoke up.

"Look, I am fine with it, except I am not gonna give up my life for
... Excuse me if this is too blunt, Zac... but for a teen actor who is
trying to become a party boy. You know I am... about my history, and if I
stay here, there would be some awkward questions for Zac when I have dates
over. So I am not sure I am..."

"You mean your being gay? I don't give a damn, and to hell with anyone else
who does." Zac stood up as he said it, and walked over to Jake. "I was
worried about this whole thing, because I figured I was going to be saddled
with some jerk I was going to hate. But you seem cool, and you say what you
think. So, if you are willing to give it a try, so am I. Deal?" He held out
his hand to Jake, who slowly took it and shook.

And that was that -- Jake was living with the hottest teenage male actor
alive (for the moment, anyway...), and getting a pretty damn good salary on
top of his room and board (though as often as not, he did the
cooking). Zac's agent, realizing he had fucked up by not explaining the
living situation, had added some extra money to the deal, bringing Jake up
to about eight grand a month to be the full-time assistant to Zac. Well
beyond what Jake should have gotten, but Zac liked Jake, and wanted him
well-compensated.

At first, it was a breeze -- Zac was not sure how to behave around Jake, so
he was overly polite, and asked little of Jake other then time
management. They talked often, and Jake noticed subtle changes in Zac's
behavior towards him over the first six months -- from reserved but polite,
to friendly, to acting like a kid brother who wanted advice. Especially
when he found out about Jake's background in the industry, and what went
wrong. He came to rely on Jake so much, he wondered how he had lived
without him before now.

The only thing that seemed to bring awkward moments was Jake's sexuality --
Zac said he was fine with it, but whenever it came up, he seemed to get
tense and worked to change the topic quickly. Jake put it off to not
knowing how to relate to the idea. Which was good, because Jake was finding
an almost uncontrollable attraction to Zac, and a need to make him
happy. So it was best that Zac had no clue about it.

If only he had known.

Zac spent those months trying to cope with his new fame, and having his
every move watched and photographed. He and Vanessa were the It Couple for
awhile, but truthfully, neither one of them really liked the other -- their
agents had made the arrangements for them to "date" without talking to
either of them, and never even advised their parents of the details. So the
world thought they were in love, while the situation made them
miserable. Zac spent as much time away from her as possible, doing just
what was needed to maintain the illusion.

And he found he was attracted to Jake. At first having someone to take care
of him was annoying, if necessary. Over the first few weeks, though, he had
to admit he discovered how good Jake was at handling his schedule, keeping
him on track. He also loved that he now had a shield between him and the
fucking paparazzi. And he came to trust Jake more and more. Slowly he
thought of him more like a friend and then a big brother -- someone he knew
he could count on to be there.

But then he realized what was really happening -- he was falling in love
with the guy. And that scared him -- a lot. He knew the idea was to show he
was okay with gay men, which was why they chose Jake to be his
assistant. But he knew if it ever got out that Zac was gay -- well, he would
not repeat Jake's mistake. He had to find a way to keep things from
spiraling out of control, to keep his feelings in check.

So he began to treat Jake more and more like an employee, and not his
friend. It was slow, as slow as his accepting Jake had been. But he began
to order Jake around more, and thank him less. His whole demeanor became
domineering, a total change from the overly polite young guy he had been
until now. Jake, not understanding what was going on in Zac's head, put it
off to growing pains, and trouble with Vanessa -- Zac had told Jake they
were not getting along well, so it made sense. So he accepted Zac's
demanding attitude, believing he would snap out of it. Besides, Jake -- for
all his bravado at the beginning -- was not dating anyone, telling himself
he did not have time with working for his young charge, but in truth not
wanting anyone but Zac. So his need to please his partner was focused on
Zac, only now it was not sexual -- since there was no sex, after all -- and
instead came out in a somewhat submissive obedience to Zac's demands.

Which pissed Zac off even more. The harsher he got, the more outlandish his
demands, the less considerate he got towards Jake just made the older
assistant more attentive and compliant. His attraction to Jake did not
diminish, but it did change -- he saw Jake less as a friend or brother, and
more as a possession, an object to be controlled. He even began to tell
Jake how to dress (tighter clothes to show off his body), how to wear his
hair (cut short, buzzed), and requiring him to ask permission to speak to
him ("You just seem to interrupt me lately, so from now on before you start
rambling, you need to ask if you can talk, got it?"). And Jake... accepted
it!!!!

Zac began to like the power he had over Jake, tormenting him at times, with
the idea of being replaced. Many times, he played with Jake, saying things
like "Maybe it is time you moved on, Jake -- I am sure you are
bored. Right?" He loved the look of fear and concern on Jake's face, as he
worked up an answer.

"Oh come on Zac, no -- I... I could never be bored with working for you."
Even as he said it, Jake heard the sound of his own voice, and hated it. He
knew anyone else listening would think he was a whiny little bitch, and
laugh. But he had no idea Zac was toying with him, and his desire to be
around Zac was so strong, it overrode his better judgment -- he had fallen
head over heels for the kid, and would do whatever it took to be with
him. Even to the point of ignoring the others...

Because Zac had slowly found an outlet for his needs, in the form of
hustlers. At first, Jake had not realized what was happening -- they were
Zac's age, and he thought they were friends from the various shows and
movies he had been on. So he had no idea that Zac had begun to explore his
sexuality with total strangers. Had he known, he would have been crushed,
of course, but often we are blind to what we do not want to see. And he had
help in being unaware of what was happening

Every time Zac did this, he made sure Jake had reasons to leave, to be
anywhere but at the house -- he did not want Jake to see what was happening
anymore then Jake wanted to know. Zac started out with these men as a
diffident, passive partner. The hustlers loved being able to fuck the teen
star, treat him like shit, talking to him like "just a dirty faggot cunt"
or even lightly smacking him around. Zac, not understanding what to do with
another man, accepted this role for awhile, even enjoying it to a
degree. His control over Jake -- who until then had been the more assertive
side in their relationship -- had left him with a need to serve and obey. So
the handsome young star was often on his knees, swallowing other teenagers'
cocks like a pro, or begging them to thrust into his aching hole.

But then he picked up Kevin, and things changed drastically. Kevin was a
little older then Zac -- about 24, he was on the verge of losing his looks
to the harsh life of hustling. But at that moment, he was still handsome --
and he resembled Jake in so many ways, from his height to his build. Even
his voice was similar -- though it lacked the sound of experience Jake had,
So Zac fell into his normal "role" with Jake, without thinking about it. He
began to order Kevin around, which the older guy took in his stride -- after
all, the customer was always right. And for the money Zac was paying --
mostly to keep the encounter quiet -- he could deal with the younger kid
being the Boss.

Zac found he loved being the one calling the shots. He told the hustler
what to do, and he did it. He wanted a blow job, and the handsome guy
dropped to his knees and worked on Zac's hard 8 inch cock. When he
accidentally ran his teeth across the shaft as he was swallowing it down,
Zac smacked him upside the head, and told him to watch it. The reply --
"Sorry, Sir, I will do better Sir" -- sent chills down Zac's spine, because
it felt... it felt RIGHT!!!

He grabbed the handsome young man by the hair and began to fuck his face,
just like had been done to him so many times. At first, the hustler
struggled with the thickness of Zac's meat, but his throat adjusted (he had
much experience with blowing guys, after all), and he meekly let his mouth
be used. Zac began to tell him what a piece of shit he was, how low to be
used like this by another guy and a younger one at that. His hold on the
hustler's hair grew tighter, almost painful, but still Kevin did not
resist.

Zac began to speed up, feeling a tingling in his nuts that let him know he
was about to cum. "Okay, faggot, in your mouth or wear it home -- which do
you want?" Kevin was taken aback at this -- more from the sound of Zac's
voice, very low and cruel, totally unlike the guy who picked him up an hour
before this. But he just sucked harder, trying to let Zac know he would
swallow it for him.

Zac shoved the guy back against the wall, pinning him between the surface
and the star's toned body. Sweat was dripping down the tanned chest of the
teen, and his body was flexing with each thrust into the (somewhat) willing
mouth of his slave. For that is what he now understood the hustler was --
his slave, his bitch, his toy. And Zac loved the feeling of power this gave
him. Why had he not seen it before, when he had been the one on the
receiving end? That was not him -- his role was the top, the Master. And by
god, from now on that is just what he would beeeeeeeee...

Even as he thought this thru, he began to shoot down Kevin's throat. The
hustler was gagging, filled as he was by the large cock of his Master, and
now adding in the hot cream shooting down his throat. But Zac did not let
up -- he pushed deeper into his slut's throat and held him there, as he
unloaded into his stomach. For a few moments, Kevin just moaned deep in his
stomach, but slowly he began to panic -- he needed to breathe and Zac was
not moving!!! He pushed on the younger man's thighs to try and back him up,
but he had no leverage. Frantic now, he began to pound on Zac's thighs,
scared of the growing blackness -- he was passing out.

Zac, feeling the hammering on his legs, at first began to pull out, scared
for the first time of what he was doing to this other guy. But then he had
a thought -- and a cruel smile crossed his face. He stopped pulling out, and
instead pushing back in, and held himself there, hands locked in the little
cunt's hair. Kevin could not get him off, and slowly he grew weaker, his
hits less forceful, until he did indeed black out. Only then did Zac pull
out and let the bitch fall to the ground.

He saw the chest start to rise and fall, as Kevin's breathing went back to
normal, and he smiled. Then a voice cut thru the air, almost breaking Zac's
good mood.

"Oh my god, Zac, what have you done?"

Jake stood at the door, stunned, as Zac, still naked and his cock hard,
turned to face his assistant. "I...I was just..." Then he heard himself,
and saw who was in front of him, and his resolve hardened like his
unbelievably stiff prick. "What the hell are you doing back, Jakey-boy? I
told you to stay out for two hours. Oh well, you are here just in time,
this cunt will not be able to help me anymore tonight, and I need an ass to
fuck. I think yours will do -- get it over here... NOW!!!!"

Jake stood unsure of what to do, and even more unsure of who this was in
front of him, looking like his beloved Zac but behaving like a totally
different man. He was nervous of how to handle this, and he...

His thoughts were cut off by Zac's low but harsh voice. "Either get over
here and on your knees, or get the fuck out of my house for good, bitch -- I
am not going to repeat myself again."

He smiled as he watched Jake's handsome face be crushed with both desire
and fear. He knew he had the bitch...

*******

All comments and feedback welcome -- but flamers will be ignored, so be
polite even if you are telling me you hate it. There will be two more
chapters, at least, so feel free to make suggestions.

Danb31210@yahoo.com