Date: Mon, 1 Dec 2003 20:11:32 -0800 From: TopLegal Subject: "Abused for Money (part 2)" (M/M, escort, sex with 18 year olds) Part 2 ====== By TopLegal WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental. (c) 2003, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are met: there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications. Finishing Charlie ----------------- But first Charlie--the straight guy--left me an e-mail begging for me to fuck him. I figured for $500, I could tolerate fucking him in front of his wife. I showed up at their house again on another Wednesday. Ryan was, of course, at Mr. Campbell's getting his weekly spanking so I was completely free. Charlie answered the door completely naked except for the chastity belt. He had tears on his face from crying. "Come in," he stammered. I shut the door behind me. "Here's a donation of $500 for your time," he said handing me a huge wad of twenties. His hand was shaking violently as he reached out. I took it, counted it slowly, and then put it inside my shorts and pushed him towards the bedroom. His wife was sitting in the corner again. She nodded an acknowledgment to me. "Lay down on your back on the bed, I'm going to fuck your missionary style so you can see my face as I fuck you." I pulled off my shorts and shirt and slid a condom on. I had brought lube and liberally applied it to his fuckhole. "Please," he pleaded for me to stop. "Fuck him," his wife ordered. I plunged in firmly with a single thrust, aroused by the poor man's situation. I hovered on top of him and fucked him hard. I forced my mouth to his and tongued him. He was not enjoying it, but his wife was. By the time I finally orgasmed, he was crying profusely. I stood up to go, and his wife asked me to wait a few minutes. "So Charlie," she said, "have you learned your lesson?" "Yes ma'am," he said, tears still streaming down his cheeks. "Ok then Boy, you can go, but if he steps out of line even slightly, I'll have him back in the belt and getting fucked again twice before it will come off." I nodded, finished dressing and left. Porn Video ---------- The idea of finding someone to make a video had apparently occupied Ryan's thoughts. When I finally got to spend more time with him on Friday he told me he had talked to Mr. Campbell about my predicament and our relationship. The result was a lead who did gay porn videos. I was a bit shocked that Mr. Campbell had put both of us into the arms of a pornographer, but the contact was genuine and very polite when we met on Saturday. The contact really wanted us both as a couple, but really liked the fact that I was primarily a top but was willing to bottom. After all, a naturally hairless, 18 year old teen boy with blonde hair and blue eyes who is muscular, trim and fit is a hot find. "Ok, how about two videos he suggested, one of the two of you together as lovers and the other with just Scott?" Ryan piped in, "$500 each of us for each role plus 20%." The owner picked up a cigar, "10%." Ryan went back, "twenty or we walk." The owner agreed, "Mr. Campbell called and said you would be coming, I should have figured he would tell you what you were worth." We returned on Sunday to film our video together. I was wearing my black latex outfit to highlight my firm body. We did about four hours of sex, fondling, touching, kissing, and more with each other. The owner promised to cut it down to about 90 minutes and have it for sale within two weeks. One thousand in cash was then given to us and Ryan insisted that I take his money. We made passionate love that night with me thanking him with two massive fuck sessions bringing him to orgasm to thank him for helping me get extra money. Mr. Campbell - Revisited ------------------------ An e-mail during school from Mr. Campbell asked if he could see me to discuss Ryan and a revised offer. I showed up at his place Monday night at 7pm and there was a note on the door, "Scott: Please let yourself in, strip and come to the dungeon." I entered, stripped, and went through into the dungeon. A hot, muscular black man was restrained to the ceiling and Mr. Campbell was whipping the man violently. The man did not emit any sound as the whip struck. Mr. Campbell nodded an acknowledgment to me silently and I sat down facing the man so I could watch his face. I found my dick very aroused by the scene. It was about an hour before the whipping ceased and the man still had not let out a sound. Mr. Campbell released the man's hands and the two hugged warmly and then Mr. Campbell left with a motion for me to follow. As we reached the top of the stairs Mr. Campbell complemented me again on my sense of obedience. "I saw your video, odd seeing one's own son having sex," he commented. I must have looked puzzled. "Ryan is my real son Scott, that's why our relationship is 100% devoid of sex. Knowing you are dating him makes things awkward, n'est-ce pas?" "I suppose." "Though I can see your appeal," he continued, "Ryan's mom divorced me before Ryan was born, but I've always cared for Ryan." I nodded waiting for Mr. Campbell to continue. "So I think it is better if I treat you as a son," he paused, "in every sense of the word: that includes punishments." He then continued, "The deal I have made with Miss. Johnson is that you can move in here and live like my son. The two of you can stay at either of our houses." "Say I say ok," I asked. "Then you can do pornos if you guys want, but no escorting for you." "So you are cool with me and your son?" "Yes, one other thing, I think he probably knows I'm his dad, but we would rather not bring that up directly." I nodded. We hugged and he ordered me to get dressed and never be naked in his house except when I was bent over getting disciplined. I put my clothes on and came back to the living room. "Much better," he said, "I will of course have to resume looking for a house boy, whoever it is I will want you to interview them in every sense of the word." I nodded and smiled wickedly. "I expect you to move in next week and Wednesday night will be your spanking night too." I nodded and hugged him. Moving Out ---------- Ryan was excited about me moving in with his dad. He also helped me out with moving what little stuff I had out of my real dad's home. It took me a few weeks to get fully used to calling Mr. Campbell dad and Mrs. Johnson mom, but it became natural relatively quickly. I was surprised that my departure from home did not even provoke an argument. My dad simply hugged me and wished me well at the new apartment. I passed my address change to the attorney administering the rest of the money coming from my mom's death and that was that. New Life -------- Mr. Campbell had me move into one of two ground floor rooms that had to use the common bathroom. The bed was a twin and the room featured a single desk, a computer chair, a bookcase, a dresser, and a closet. As Ryan helped me unload my stuff, Mr. Campbell commented that Mrs. Johnson was going to take me shopping on Saturday for some things to help spruce up the room. I nodded agreeably. Mr. Campbell showed me how to set my iBook up to use the Wireless network and then left Ryan and me alone. We ended up making out until dinner time. Mr. Campbell had made a nice dinner for us and commented to Ryan, "Scott seems to be acing school, but you need to be studying instead of fucking." Ryan nearly choked on the chunk of potato he was eating. "Dad," I said, "we'll keep at it, but it's just excitement from me moving." Mr. Campbell scowled slightly at Ryan and then the conversation switched to lighter topics. After dinner Ryan buckled down on homework and I was reading Mercedes Lackey novel. I had lost track of the time and when dad came to call lights out, Ryan was just finishing his homework. Dad ominously added, "I do ~not~ want to hear you two making a racket after lights out." We both went and brushed our teeth and then crawled against each other in the narrow bed, Ryan's taller body spooning me and holding me tight. Having moved in on a Thursday I had delayed my first spanking, but I knew it lurked around the corner. On Friday we stayed at mom's house and she had no shame rousing Ryan and me from our slumber at eight am sharp to go shopping at the outlets. Ryan asked to stay and do homework and mom agreed. So it was just mom and me. It was really cool to have a mom for once and to have someone interested in buying me things to make my room nice and being concerned that I had clothing that fit and so on. The day was a good bonding experience for us. When we got home, I spent an hour ignoring Ryan as a mini-punishment for not coming and to make sure I finished my homework. We then had dinner and decided to stay in and fuck like bunnies rather than go clubbing or to a movie. First Spanking -------------- Wednesday night was awful for me, I had a hard time eating dinner and Mr. Campbell, dad, was not about to ease my anxiety by just spanking me before Ryan came over. I went to my room and focused on preparing for the AP calculus test until Ryan arrived. When the doorbell rang I practically jumped out of my skin. Mr. Campbell--dad--called out for me to answer the door and get naked in the dungeon myself. I tied Ryan to the spanking bench and stood idle, unsure where to position myself. Dad walked downstairs after a few minutes and commented that Ryan's behavior had been improving since he and I got together and that aside from a small fight he had had with his mom (which I had not witnessed) things were looking up. Ryan agreed to five strokes with the paddle and Mr. Campbell administered it quickly and violently. Ryan was sobbing softly when the punishment finished. Mr. Campbell then sat down on a chair and beckoned me over. Your turn Scott. He guided me firmly over his lap and caressed my ass cheeks with his hands. "I must confess," he said, "the main reason to spank you today is solely to help you understand who is in charge here." He paused briefly and then began smacking my bottom firmly. The sensation did not immediately hurt, rather it stung slightly and then as it continued unabated it began to really sting. I definitely wanted it to stop and I started wiggling a bit to try to get away. "Stay still," Mr. Campbell grunted at me slapping my butt harder. I tried to comply, but it was definitely getting more and more painful. "It's ok to cry Scott," he said as he paused briefly. Then I felt a more intense, concentrated pain. "Hairbrush," he commented as he began wailing on my ass more and more violently. I fought back the tears for five minutes of the assault and then just started to bawl like a baby. Only then did he relent and pick me up, "go release Ryan and then both of you can sit on my knee." I sniffled and stood. I wanted to rub my ass but thought the better of it. I freed Ryan and then both of us naked, young men with our sore red butts sat on our daddy's lap sobbing softly into his strong chest. His arms embraced us and we promised to behave and thanked him repeatedly for disciplining us. We were then sent to my room and told we had five minutes until lights out. Ryan told me I had been much braver than he was at his first spanking and we kissed tenderly till lights out. Aunt Jamieson ------------- If you add up my earnings carefully you will see I am a bit short of what I needed for even one year of college. I had made the following in my escorting/porn career so far: * $500 (movie star visit 1) * $1,000 (movie star visit 2) * $2,000 (movie star visit 3) * $200 (straight guy, blow job) * $500 (straight guy, fuck) * $1,000 (porno, Ryan's share included) Or a grand total of $5,200. Now, I would get 20% of the sales of the porno video, but even that was unlikely to amount to the $12,000 price tag for the current academic year at Berekeley. I did some quick math, I needed about another $7,000 for just my first year, the DVD was selling for $49.95 and the porno guy expected about 200-300 in sales, or only another two-to-three thousand dollars coming my way. A second porno video would probably clinch the first year's tuition. Two letters arrived in the mail on Friday. The first had a prestigious law firm's name on the envelope and the second was from Berkeley. I opened the one from Berekeley first and proudly announced my admission to my dad who congratulated me heartily. The second letter was from a Mathilda Jamieson inviting me to meet with her to discuss my mother's remaining estate. I made an appointment with Mathilda's secretary for the following Monday. I arrived at her office in my school clothes along with Ryan and we were escorted up to one of the upper floors in Embarcadero Center and left in a conference room looking out at the Bay Bridge. "Scott," a woman said on entering, "you look the same as you looked when you were ten." I vaguely remembered the woman's face. "Not to worry," she said, "I'm your aunt, your father never liked me much and I tried not to be in conflict with him for your sake." I nodded. "Your friend might want to wait outside?" "Nah," I said, "he can stay." She nodded. "Well you may not have noticed since you moved out, but your father up and left. He has sold the house and disappeared. I am not sure where he is to tell you the truth." I shook my head in disbelief. "I know, I'm as surprised as you are, but he left a sealed note with me for you." She handed me the sealed envelope. "I wish I had better news about what was left for you, but there was never that much to begin with, I've got maybe thirty-k for you for college." She frowned, disappointed with herself. I sighed. "That's ok." "I would try to do more, but I have four kids that I need to provide for." I nodded and stood to leave. "Would you mind if I stayed in touch with you?" "No, my email is scott at ###### dot net." "Thanks Scott," she said as she stood and left us alone in the conference room. Ryan and I left without speaking. In the MUNI, he held me close and I was glad to live in San Francisco. We arrived at mom's place sooner than I would have expected and mom had dinner on the table. We ate and then I took the letter from my father to Ryan's room to read it in private: > Scott: > > I know I've failed in many ways as a father. Losing your > mother devastated me and I never recovered. I am leaving for > your own good. > > Stay safe, > > William Jamieson I would have cried but for the fact that the letter was typical of my absentee father. I folded the letter into my bag and started in on my homework. I was grateful that Ryan did not ask about the letter when he came into the room a few minutes later and instead focused on his algebra problems as I finished the last assignment for AP Calculus. Around nine, mom came and checked our homework. Ryan got scolded for not finishing his English assignment. He got permission to stay up late and work on it if he promised not to wake me when he came to bed finally. I fell asleep alone. Dr. Franklin Templeton ---------------------- Now I had already agreed to do the second porno a few weeks back and saw no reason not to go ahead. The director/owner gave me around $1500 in cash along with a receipt showing just over 100 sales of the first video. "The $500 is for this video, same deal." "Sure, what's the plan?" "Franklin Templeton is a respected ob/gyn but gets into kinky sex. When he saw your first video he begged to do a rough-and-kinky video with you." Ryan tightened his grasp of my hand nervously. A strikingly handsome man entered the studio area, mid-thirties, brown hair, brown eyes. "This Scott," he asked rhetorically in an intoxicating voice. The owner nodded. Franklin outstretched his hand, "Dr. Franklin Templeton at your service." I shook back, "Scott Jamieson." "Shall we talk for a few minutes before we start shooting?" I nodded, "Ryan its going to be fine." I kissed Ryan and walked with Franklin to the stage. The stage was set like a cheap motel room. "Call me Michael during the video, I won't leave any permanent damage, just go with the flow and you'll be fine," he said calmly. "I've never been fucked by a guy." He smiled broadly, "we'll change that today, hope your cute boyfriend enjoys the show." The owner called out, "let's get filming. Franklin's last comment to me was, "just act like an escort arriving for a John." I nodded and headed off set. Porno 2 ------- I knocked on the hotel door and a voice called out, "It's open come in." As I stepped through the door, Franklin called out, "shut the door and come in." "My donation is $100 an hour irrespective of what we do." Franklin laughed softly and tossed some twenties on the floor in front of me. "Pick them up then strip naked so I can see what I am getting." I picked up the twenties and counted them, put them away and then stripped my T and shorts off leaving me naked. I waited. Franklin barked, "I said naked, do you not speak English?" I stammered, "sorry sir." Then I took my shoes and socks off. "Excellent," he commented, "stand up and show off your body to me, flex your muscles, and so forth boy." I presented my lean, small frame to him from a few feet away. I flexed my puny arm muscles. He smiled, "turn to the right." I turned and looked at him. Before I could blink he was in my face just inches away chastizing me, "I did ~not~ ask you to look at me boy, I asked you to turn." He slapped me across the face with a pair of leather gloves. It stung and I started to shake a bit. "Nervous boy," he asked still in my face. I nodded. "Good," he responded, "my name is Michael, but that's just sir to you. Turn right again and show off your fuckhole to me. I turned right again and reached back to grab my butt cheeks. I opened them with my hands so he could see my puckered hole. "Nice hairless body boy," he commented, "just as promised. You can stand up again and face me." I complied. "Do you have another job after this?" "Yes, sir," I said trembling. His hand grabbed my balls and yanked painfully and I winced in pain. "Do not lie to me boy." "No sir," I said moaning in agony as he held my balls in a vice lock. "One hundred an hour?" "Yes sir," I managed, clenching my teeth to avoid crying out in pain. "Here's another three hundred," he said as he let go of my balls and sat down again. Twenties appeared on the floor and I picked them up and put them away. "Get a condom." I pulled one from my bag. "Put it on this dildo," he said pulling out a large butt plug. I slid the condom over the item and forced it up my ass. My dick was now firmly erect. He then grabbed me by the ear and led me to the bathroom to "clean me up." He was naked in the shower with me and washed me roughly. It was almost too pleasing. But then he suddenly pinned me to the wall, grabbed my short cropped blonde hair and shoved the bar of soap into my mouth to clean it out. I was crying as he soaped my mouth out three times to make sure I was clean inside. A painfully cold and overfull enema followed. I was crying like a baby as he took me from the bathroom and forced me to my knees to give him a long blowjob. The blowjob itself lasted forty-five minutes in real time. It was peppered with a tremendous amount of verbal abuse and some gagging as I had to deep throat his massive cock. Only after I had serviced him on my knees like that did he take me in the ass. I was so caught up in the porno that I did not even notice Ryan jacking himself to enjoy watching me being degraded on film. Fucked for the first time by a person, it was somewhat painful since Franklin was being particularly rough. I was not permitted to touch my cock as he fucked me and after he shot a load inside me into the condom he tied me to the bed. "Not done with you yet pretty boy and I have forty-minutes more paid for." He lit some candles and began to pour the burning hot wax onto my body. I screamed in pain. The wax scalded my nipples and then he dripped it down the center of my chest to my sensitive cock. He paused the stream to let the pain set in. I was embarassed that I was still erect. The fact was not lost on my tormenter who began to pour the hot candle wax onto my sensitive ball sac and the underside of my erect cock. The pain caused me to erupt in a massive orgasm as I thrashed against my bonds and shot a massive load of man spunk across my chest. He undid one of the restraints and left me with the key. "Be out of here by morning boy," he said and left the hotel room. I undid my restraints and let myself up. "THAT'S A WRAP." My mind was blown. Ryan approached, his swollen member visible and helped me off the bed. I felt totally used, but found I also had strangely enjoyed the experience. The owner commented, "this one could easily sell a thousand copies, your reactions were so genuine." I nodded blankly. Franklin approached, "no hard feelings?" I shook my head and reached up to kiss the taller man. "I'm usually at the Eagle most Saturday nights, would love to get with you and your hot boyfriend here again some time." We kissed tenderly and he left the studio. Ryan helped me home. My body was exhausted from the ordeal and we slept in at dad's house through Sunday morning. The next morning I fucked Ryan and he reacted so wildly with the most massive orgasm I had ever seen. His comment, "it was so cool to watch." Decision Point -------------- Technically speaking I had enough money now for at least my first year, but I also realized I had a boyfriend who got off on watching. I also realized I enjoyed being abused a bit sexually to make some money. I resolved to keep filling my wallet and my sex life. The next week was filled with my AP tests, including AP Calculus and AP Computer Science, as well as the potentially more risky AP Spanish exam. I felt good about all of them and good behavior on my part spared me any spankings, though Ryan got a quick set of five swats with the paddle for mouthing off to mom. He seemed to have a knack for doing that when I was not around to help him temper his responses. With three of my five courses finished, the rest of the school year would be a cake walk for me. With Saturday approaching, I convinced Ryan that we should meet Dr. Templeton--Franklin--again at the Eagle on Saturday. Franklin Take 2 --------------- We had some fake id's that got us into the Eagle with some difficulty. Ryan was not questioned, but my babyface got me the third degree. Luckily Dr. Templeton happened to notice us and came over and smoothed things over with the bouncer assuring him that as my doctor, I had a medical condition and all that. Dr. Templeton's coolness did not extend to letting us drink and so we sat with him at the bar for a bit and took in the sights. He was dressed simply in jeans, a white T, and a black leather jacket. Many in the bar were in elaborate leather gear. Ryan was fairly similarly attired to Franklin, while I was wearing my latex outfit. About seven different guys tried to pick me up either directly or by talking to either Ryan or Franklin thinking they were my "top." Both were good natured and Ryan more directly commented that the reverse was true. After an hour or so, Franklin invited us back to his house. I took a moment to call dad and let him know that we would not be home and got an ok. Franklin got us both naked and then tied Ryan up so that he was naked, had one free hand to jerk off with and could watch the two of us. "Today Scott, I want you to fuck me and then whip my back." "Ok," I agreed easily enough I muscled Franklin onto the bed in front of Ryan who was hard and stroking himself. I slowly stripped Franklin naked and then lifted his legs in the air and rammed my condom sheathed cock into his ass firmly. He gasped slightly, unused to being fucked, he tried to relax and enjoy it. I slapped his hands away from stroking his cock while I fucked him hard. When I orgasmed, I pulled his shirt off and flipped him on his back. I found the whip inside his closet and began to work his back over firmly. His screams filled the room and after I had left some serious markings that would last a few days, I stopped and cleaned his back off before untying him to fuck Ryan's brains out. Ryan loved it and the three of us all snuggled together in bed for the night. Movie Star Plus Dad = Caning ---------------------------- On Monday night, my movie star client wrote that he was at the Four Seasons and wanted a visit for another $2,000. I decided that I wanted to do it. I wanted to be degraded and used by him for money. I told dad what I planned to do and he told me it was my choice, but I would be punished. I decided to do it. I met him in a hotel room and it was as usual. A pile of money was by the door. "I saw your video, I want you to fuck me like you fuck your boyfriend." I obliged. Forcing him onto the bed and fucked him legs in the air. He asked me to leave once I brought him to orgasm. Sitting on MUNI back to my house, I savored the slutty for sale feeling that made me feel so dirty and yet aroused at the same time. Dad watched me came in and commented, "Wednesday night we will deal with this." I nodded. Wednesday --------- Ryan knew what I had done and he had been pretty good. He was slow to tie me to the spanking bench. "Strap him down," Mr. Campbell ordered. Ryan complied and stepped aside. Mr. Campbell commented, "you've been quite good this week." "Thanks dad, I've really been trying and Scott has really helped." "I know son, but he also knew that if he went out as an escort there would be consequences." Silence. "Ryan fetch me the cane." A pause and then, "here you go dad." "Twelve," dad announced firmly. I did not feel the first stroke of the cane until the second stroke hit. The sting penetrated my whole being and I was crying out in extreme pain. The next ten were unbearable and I was screaming, shouting and crying all at once. It took me about ten minutes after the caning stopped to realize it was over and then Ryan was freeing me from the bench to sit and cry in dad's lap. Cry I did, for over an hour. Dad just let me cry in his strong arms sitting there and reassuring me that he loved me. Write the Author ---------------- These stories are e-mail'ware, show your appreciation by dropping some feedback (in English) to the author at toplegal@mac.com. See other works by me at $$