Aaa Modeling Agency

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AAA Modeling Agency

Chapter 8

"Hey, Tay, how'd it go?"

A big grin spread across the dark-haired model's face. Looking at Kerry, sprawled out on the couch of Taylor's apartment, Taylor couldn't help thinking that this was the way to come home after a long day's work. The redhead was on his belly, stark naked, his legs spread apart to reveal his hard bone pointing downwards, his incredibly beautiful butt literally twitching as Taylor looked at him. God, he would love to just plow the hell out of that ass - if only his own dick wasn't so sore right now. Sore or not, Taylor could feel his meat boning up inside his shorts.

"It went great, Ker," he responded to Kerry's inquiry, moving over to the plush chair across from the sofa. "We fed that asshole more dick than a street hustler would gulp down in a month. You would have loved the way he looked as he staggered out of the office after we were done with him."

Seeing his buddy sit down in the chair, Kerry realized that Taylor probably wanted to unwind and talk about his session with Callum before plowing Kerry's hungry ass like he'd been doing every chance he got for the last week. Which was fine with Kerry. He could wait. Besides, while Kerry was sure that nothing could match the pleasure he felt when Taylor was working away inside his hole, he figured that hearing how Callum had got his comeuppance might run a close second.

"So, tell me all about it," Kerry asked enthusiastically, scrambling into a sitting position and making no effort to hide the hard erection jutting up from his groin. "How did our agency homophobe take to sucking dick?"

"Well," Taylor chuckled, "he certainly was no natural. But, like DeMarco told him before we started, 'practice makes perfect' and that fucker definitely got a lot of practice today."

"Come on, Tay," Kerry pleaded. "Start at the beginning. Tell me everything."

Taylor couldn't help but grin at his fuck-boy. Considering all the verbal crap that Callum had dumped on Kerry over the past three weeks, Taylor could appreciate the redhead's obvious eagerness to hear all the details of Callum's humiliation. So he took his time telling the story, trying hard not to leave anything out.

"When we walked into DeMarco's office," he began, "and I saw Callum naked for the first time, I could see why you'd always said he was gorgeous. I hadn't seen it before, but with his clothes off, Callum really does have a spectacular body. And I knew right away that it was going to be a fun afternoon. And DeMarco didn't waste any time starting in on the asshole."

As Taylor spun out the story, Kerry sat there in rapt attention. The redhead was leaking pre-cum almost the whole time, obviously excited at hearing how his nemesis had been mouth-raped for hours. He particularly enjoyed hearing how DeMarco had made his own move on Callum.

"We'd been going at the asshole for about an hour and a half, one dick after another, never giving him more than a few seconds respite, just taking turns plowing his mouth like a whore's sloppy cunt, when Troy spoke up.

"'You know, sir,' he suddenly observed, obviously prepped by his old man. 'Callum's getting good practice sucking a variety of dicks and I think he's already getting a little better, but I'm still worried that he may be unprepared for one aspect of sucking off Mr. Walensky. All of us have shaved crotches but, from what I hear, Mr. Walensky has a full set of pubes. And I know, from my own experience, that sucking off a guy who's unshaved is much different than blowing a completely denuded man. And I was wondering, sir, if you'd consider letting Callum suck you off. I wouldn't even think of suggesting it, if I didn't really think it might help Callum out with Mr. Walensky.'

"Ker, you would have loved the way DeMarco hemmed and hawed, as if anyone other than that fool Callum had the slightest doubt he'd put Troy up to suggesting it. But, of course, DeMarco reluctantly agreed to do it. Reluctant my ass.

"I almost creamed myself just seeing the way Callum looked as he watched DeMarco strip down, which was pretty amazing considering how many loads I'd already sprayed down Callum's throat. But watching DeMarco getting ready to take his turn at Callum's mouth must have really got to the asshole. He just looked so fucking humiliated. You know Callum thinks DeMarco walks on air. The idea that this man he idolized was about to fuck his face like it was a bitch's cunt seemed to push Callum over the edge. His eyes teared up and his whole body flushed bright red. He looked so fucking pathetic, kneeling on the floor with his wrists cuffed behind his back, tears seeping out of the corner of his eyes, cum and saliva drooling down his chin, his mouth gaping wide around the spider-gag, as the man he probably most admired in the world walked up to him stroking a raging boner that he obviously intended to force down the boy's already sore and battered throat. I don't think I ever saw anyone look more embarrassed in my entire life. It was so fucking hot to watch.

"You know, Ker, to be honest, it was hard not to feel a little sorry for Callum at that point. He just looked so devastated. But it immediately became obvious that DeMarco didn't feel any sympathy for the kid. You should have seen the way he went at Callum. DeMarco banged the hell out of Callum's mouth, smashing his groin over and over again into Callum's face. He face-fucked him so hard that Callum upchucked for the second time. It was really disgusting the way the kid's bile and sputum and a good part of the multiple loads he'd already downed came back up and dribbled down his chin onto his body. He was definitely crying by this time but DeMarco didn't even let him clean himself up. He just wiped off his own cock and went back to deep-throating the bitch with a vengeance until he popped off his load. I realized Callum deserved what he was getting, but it was still pretty raw.

"From then on, DeMarco took his turn at the kid's mouth with the rest of us. And he never let up on him. He fucked him harder than Jacks; harder even than Troy, who's a natural sadist. That fucker Callum went through an afternoon sucking cock unlike anything I'd ever seen. By the time DeMarco called it quits, around 6:00 p.m., Callum was completely destroyed. I don't think you'll ever hear the word 'cocksucker' from him again. Not after this afternoon's experience."

Kerry thought Taylor was done, but he wasn't. After only a few second's pause, he started talking again. "You're going to enjoy this part, Ker. After it was all over, DeMarco told Callum he could stand up. Needless to say, after four hours kneeling on the floor, the asshole was really wobbly. Cary, well he's pretty soft-hearted, he went over and helped steady Callum. And then DeMarco walked up to Callum and removed the spider-gag. I'm sure the boy's mouth must have been sore as shit, what with all the cocks that had been banging him non-stop and the gag keeping his mouth open the whole time. Anyway, even without the gag, Callum had difficulty closing his mouth and a thin stream of saliva and cum kept periodically dribbling out.

"DeMarco ignored that. Instead, he went over and picked up the chastity cock-cage he's been making the kid wear and tried fitting it over the boy's penis. Well, with all the juiced supplement the boy's been drinking the damn thing was as hard as a rock. There was no way DeMarco was going to get the cock-cage on him but, of course, DeMarco knew that.

"Now, here's the part you're going to like, Ker. DeMarco turned to Jacks and said, 'Unfortunately, Kerry's not here to help take care of Callum's erection problem and Troy just left,' which he must have done just moments earlier because that was the first time I noticed he was gone. And then DeMarco paused. For an instant, we all thought that DeMarco was going to suggest that Jacks bend over and let Callum fuck his ass. You should have seen the look on Jacks' face. It looked like an obvious set-up since Troy would never have left unless his old man had told him to. But DeMarco was just fucking with Jacks. After a long wait, he got this smirk on his face and told Jacks to go get the large bowl from the storeroom and fill it full of slushy ice. When Jacks came back with it, he had him submerge Callum's hard dick into the ice. Boy, did the kid howl then.

"But it worked. Callum's dick just shriveled up and DeMarco got the chastity cage back on him with no trouble. Surprisingly, all the pain he felt when his cock was given the ice bath seemed to revive Callum. He was a lot steadier on his feet afterwards.

"Once DeMarco had the boy back in his chastity device, DeMarco assumed his most fatherly tone. He explained that, while Callum had been busy sucking cock, he'd texted Walensky and set up a meeting between Walensky and Callum for Friday afternoon where, hopefully, Callum could salvage his career.

"DeMarco told Callum that he'd made a lot of progress and that he was sure he'd make even more on Wednesday and Thursday. You should have seen the look on the asshole's face when he realized that this had just been the first of multiple cock-sucking sessions he'd be participating in. I thought he was going to start crying again but, I'll give him credit, he controlled himself. DeMarco just stood there smiling at him and, amazingly, that seemed to calm the kid down.

"DeMarco put his arm around Callum's shoulders and walked him over to his clothes. He told the kid that he should go home and get some rest since he faced another rough day on Wednesday. Callum tried to ask if he could at least clean himself up first, but his mouth still wasn't working too well and DeMarco just ignored him.

"It was incredible watching Callum getting dressed. Spunk and drool and other slime were literally dripping down his torso and legs as he stepped into his khakis and pulled on his polo shirt. Even before he left the office, you could see the cum stains working their way through the fabric of his shirt and pants. Between the way he looked and the way his body and mouth just reeked of cum, he was the picture of a well-used boy-whore making his way home after a really rough night. The minute we could hear the outer door close behind him, we were all convulsed with laughter. What a fucking loser!"

Having come to the end of his story, Taylor leaned back in his chair, smiling at Kerry. Kerry had to admit that listening to Callum's ordeal had really turned him on. Part of him was a little bit upset that he could be so sexually excited by another guy's sexual abuse but he reminded himself that this was Callum they were talking about. Callum was a raging homophobe and a real asshole and he was only getting what he deserved. Besides, maybe Callum might actually learn some useful lessons from everything he'd suffered; something other than just learning how to suck cock. But, even if he didn't, Callum was still just getting what he would have been more than happy to dish out if the situation had been reversed. Kerry told himself not to waste his sympathy on such a douche.

"So," Kerry asked after a moment's reflection, "what happened after that."

"Nothing much," Taylor replied. "We joked around for a while and then DeMarco told us to get dressed and to be back there at 1:00 p.m. tomorrow for round two."

There was something about the way Tay had answered this last question that struck Kerry. He and Tay had only been together less than a month but Kerry already knew him well enough to tell that his buddy was leaving something out. Kerry's eyes happen to pass over the clock on the end table.

"I thought you said that the session ended around 6:00 p.m.?"

"It did."

"But, it's after 9:00 p.m., now. What happened in between, Tay? You guys go out for a couple beers?"

The other boy was quiet for a full minute. Kerry was just about ready to repeat the question when Taylor, exhaling deeply, began explaining. "I was headed out the door with the other guys when DeMarco asked me to stay behind because he had something he wanted to discuss with me. All I had to do was look at him and I knew what he really wanted with me, but what could I do? He's the boss. So when he told me to take off my clothes, I did. And when he told me to bend over his desk, I did that, too."

Taylor sighed again. "He fucked me on the desk, on the sofa, on the floor. You might have thought that after the session with Callum even DeMarco would have been sated. But, no. That horny bastard never gets enough. If anything, having Callum blow him half-a-dozen times just acted as a spur. He fucked the shit out me for a good two hours and I swear he was still horny when he finally let me go. He told me, though, I could expect another go-round with him tomorrow night, too." Taylor sighed for a third time and just sat there, head down, not looking at Kerry.

Kerry was perplexed by Taylor's reaction. "I'm sorry, Tay. But I'm really not surprised. You've told me yourself that DeMarco's fucked you dozens if not hundreds of times in the past. He fucks all of us. Me, most of all. Why are you so upset about it now? Do you really hate getting fucked that much?"

Taylor looked up at Kerry. "No, Ker, I generally don't mind getting fucked. In all honesty, sometimes I actually enjoy it. Being fucked has never bothered me before. Hell, that's how I make my living."

"Then why was it different today, Tay?" Kerry asked.

As Kerry stared at Taylor, he was surprised to see that the other boy was blushing. When Taylor didn't answer, Kerry pressed him.

"Come on, Tay. Tell me. Why was it different this time?"

Taylor stared at him for a long time, his mouth a thin line. And then he finally answered, "Because of you, Ker. Because of you."

"Because of me?" Kerry responded, totally confused. "How so because of me?"

"Because..." Taylor began and then stopped as if he were too embarrassed to continue.

"Tay," Kerry said, urging him to go on.

Taylor looked him straight in the eyes, obviously gathering his courage to complete his thought. And then he did, "because it felt like I was cheating on you."

Now it was Kerry's turn to be embarrassed. Embarrassed and absolutely euphoric. Kerry had realized he was falling for Tay the first time they went to bed together. And every successive day had merely strengthened the connection he felt with the other model. But Kerry had been secretly terrified that the feelings he felt for Tay were one-sided. Sure, Tay enjoyed having sex with him - enjoyed fucking him, cause that was the only way they ever had sex - but that didn't mean Tay felt the same way about Kerry that Kerry felt about him. For all Kerry knew, Tay was just getting off on the sex.

It hadn't take long under DeMarco's tutelage for Kerry to realize he was gay. But, from what Tay had told him, while Tay enjoyed sex with guys, at least young good-looking guys like Kerry, he still pretty much thought of himself as straight. So, up until now, though Kerry was really enjoying the sex he was having with Tay, he'd kept any expressions of a deeper attachment under wraps. If all Tay could offer him was fantastic sex, Kerry was willing to settle for that. He sure as hell didn't want to scare Tay off by coming on to him like some love-besotted stalker.

But, from what Tay had just said, it was clear that Tay saw the two of them as a couple. It was almost more that Kerry could have hoped. In one fluid motion, Kerry eased himself off the sofa and knelt before the other model. With just the slightest hesitation, Kerry reached forward and took Taylor's hands in his.

"Tay," he said softly, looking intently into the model's deep brown eyes. "If you want us to be...I don't know... a couple, I guess - and God knows I want that myself - we're going to have to accept the reality of our situation. We're whores. That's how we make a living. God only knows how many guys are going to be fucking us over the next six months. I hope a lot. I really mean that. I hope a lot of guys fuck you. And I hope a lot of guys fuck me, too. That's how we make our money. That's how you made the money necessary to afford all this," he added waving his hand at the apartment.

"And letting DeMarco fuck you is simply part of the job. You're not cheating on me when you let him fuck you, just like I'm not cheating on you when DeMarco tells me to bend over for Callum, or anyone else for that matter. It's just what we do."

Taylor smiled at him and intertwined his fingers with Kerry's. "I know that, Ker. I mean, I know that in my head. But I'm not so sure I know it in my heart. When DeMarco was screwing my pussy, humping me like a bitch all over his office, I felt dirty. For the first time since I started in this business I felt dirty."

"But there's no reason for that, Tay," Kerry argued. "It's just sex. Going up on the auction block, pulling an entertainment gig, making a movie at Thug Studios, none of that is about anything other than sex - not for us, anyway. Other guys, guys with money, get off fucking us and watching us get fucked and they're willing to part with some of their money to do it. And we take their money and give them what they want. We give them sex. But that's all. If you look at it right, we're no different than a barista giving a customer the latte he ordered."

"Actually, Ker," Taylor joked, his spirits obviously lightening, "I've always thought of us more as the lattes than as the barista. Some customer comes in and wants a chocolate latte and picks Jacks, another wants a toffee latte and I'm up, and the third one wants a vanilla and gets a go at your beautiful butt."

"You know, Ker," he continued, "I thought just like that, until today. But when DeMarco started fucking me - you're right, something he's done hundreds of times in the past - it bothered me; it did. And the worst thing was that I was sure that somehow DeMarco knew it bothered me and that helped him to enjoy fucking me even more than usual."

"Fuck DeMarco," Kerry said with real anger. "He may be our boss, but he doesn't own us. You, yourself, told me that he could never enforce the agency contracts we signed with him - not without running the risk of exposing the real nature of his business. If it really bothers you having to service him, we could always break it off with the agency - you know, freelance; go out on our own."

"I wish it were that easy, Ker," Taylor replied. "But it's not. Other guys have tried it. And sure, you can always find johns who'll pay for a go at your boytwat. But they don't pay anywhere near what we make working for DeMarco. And it's sleazy work, hustling up your own johns. And dangerous, too."

"But, Tay," Kerry argued, "a guy like you who's been working for a couple of years, you've got a lot of regulars. You told me that yourself. You wouldn't need to go out on the streets or hit the internet to develop a clientele. You've already got one."

"That's where you're wrong, Ker," Taylor rejoined. "Sure, I've got maybe a dozen customers who hire me at least once every month. And they pay DeMarco $2,000 a pop for a go at my pussy, even though I only get half of that. So you would think that, on my own, I could knock $500 off what they're paying now and still end up making $18,000 a month, more than enough to live on comfortably. But that's not what happens, Ker."

"Whatever else he may be, DeMarco's no fool. He can do the math too. So whenever a model comes up to DeMarco and tells him that he wants out, DeMarco says 'fine.' No drama; no threats. But what he does do is contact every one of the model's regulars and tells him, in no uncertain terms, that if he continues to hire the model after he's left the agency all access to any of the agency's other models will be immediately and permanently terminated. And it's not an empty threat. DeMarco's done just that in the past and most of his clients know that he has. Of my dozen regulars, I'd be lucky if one or two stayed with me."

"Fuck!" Kerry exclaimed.

"Yeah, 'Fuck,'" Taylor agreed. "The bottom line is pretty clear. If you want to stay in this business and make the big bucks, you're pretty much stuck working for DeMarco. There's no getting around it."

"Well then we'll just have to learn to live with it, Tay," Kerry concluded. "And that means putting up with DeMarco fucking our holes whenever he feels like it. But you can't let that interfere with 'us,' what we're starting to build together. Assuming," Kerry added with just the faintest quaver in his voice, "that we are together." He paused and took a deep breath and then asked the question that had been consuming his mind since Tay had first mentioned his encounter with DeMarco, "Are we together, Tay?"

They stared into each other's eyes, unblinking. Then, a slow smile crept across Taylor's face, "I guess we are, Ker," he answered. "I guess we are."

Hearing Taylor's reply, Kerry felt like he was going to burst. He let go of Taylor's hands and moved his own hands up, skirting underneath Taylor's tank-top and running them softly over Taylor's ripped stomach. He moved them further up until they reached his target - Taylor's big pecs and, particularly, his sensitive nipples. Taking each nub firmly in his fingers he squeezed gently and was rewarded by a soft moan from Taylor.

"Oh, jeez, baby," Taylor gasped, "that feels so good. That feels so fucking good." Kerry squeezed again and Taylor squirmed against the chair. Suddenly, the dark-haired model reached down, grabbed the bottom of his tank-top and yanked if off his torso, giving Kerry unencumbered access to his chest. Kerry got up on his haunches and began nibbling away at the already aroused nips, making Taylor writhe beneath him.

Kerry worked on Taylor tits for a good ten minutes, licking and laving, nicking and biting, going back and forth from one to the other, until Taylor was almost beside himself in excitement. But then, once Taylor's nipples were jutting out from his chest like diamond pyramids, Kerry broke off his assault on Taylor's nubs and began mouthing his way down the model's muscled torso. When Kerry reached Taylor's navel, he paused to suck on it, constantly jabbing his tongue in and out of the small hole like a cock into a quivering cunt. He was still working on Taylor's navel when he reached down, unbuttoned Taylor's shorts and began easing them down his partner's legs.

"No," Taylor begged, grabbing the top edge of his shorts. "Don't Ker. I need to take a shower. I'm pretty rank and I've got a butt-full of DeMarco's scuzz inside me." Kerry made no sign that he'd heard him.

"C'mon, Ker, please," Taylor pleaded as Kerry continued to pull on his shorts.

"Fuck that shit," Kerry grinned as he raised his head up from Taylor's stomach. With a hard tug he wrenched the shorts from Taylor's fingers and yanked them down to the floor. Without missing a beat, Kerry mouthed Taylor's rigid fuck-stick all the way to its hairless root.

"Motherfuck," Taylor moaned as his sore and sensitive cock was engulfed by the warmth and moisture of Kerry's sucking mouth. The mingled pain and pleasure made Taylor buck and squirm under Kerry's unrelenting assault. "Oh, God. Go for it, baby," Taylor finally surrendered as his entire body twitched uncontrollably.

That was just what Kerry had been hoping to hear. In seconds, he had Taylor's throbbing boner down his throat and began working it for all he was worth, spurred on by the continuous moans and whimpers he was wrenching from Taylor's mouth. But Kerry had something else in mind beyond a simple blowjob. Smiling to himself, he lifted his mouth off the slick and bobbing tube of man-meat arcing straight into the air and moved on to Taylor's balls.

Taking first one globe and then the other into his mouth, he licked and gently nipped at them until Taylor was thrashing around uncontrollably. Slowly, he let them fall from between his lips. And then he moved further down to Taylor's perineum, knowing from past experience it was particularly sensitive. Rasping his tongue back and forth, he kept Taylor in the throes of an almost exquisite ecstasy. Confident that he had Taylor where he wanted him, Kerry finally moved on to his ultimate target.

With his left hand he pulled Taylor's shorts off his feet and then used both hands to elevate Taylor's legs far into the air. At last he could see Taylor's puckered opening, visibly bruised by DeMarco's rough usage but irresistibly enticing nonetheless. With a determination he'd seldom felt before, he buried his face between Taylor's muscled ass-cheeks.

Suddenly aware of what was happening, Taylor tried to protest. "No, Ker. Don't. Please. I'm all slimed up down there. Don't."

But his protests were too feeble and too late. With a gasp, Taylor felt Kerry's warm tongue caressing his freshly ravaged hole. It felt so good - so fucking good. His resistance crumbling, Taylor gave into the pleasure overwhelming him. He felt Kerry's lips pressed hard against the edges of his back entryway and then, unbelievably, he felt Kerry's tongue force its passage deeper and deeper into him, as hard and insistent as any cock which had ever plumbed his depths.

"Mother of God," he moaned. "Sweet Jesus, Ker. Oh, God. Oh, Fuck." Taylor was almost incoherent in his frantic passion as Kerry's tongue continued to move into him.

It took a while, but Kerry's tongue eventually surmounted Taylor's sphincter and the redhead felt the tip of his tongue enter Taylor's most private treasure chamber. Pressing his lips hard against the smooth crack of Taylor's ass, Kerry forced his tongue deeper and deeper into Taylor, ignoring his lover's increasingly frenzied thrashing until at last the acrid taste of DeMarco's bitter leavings assaulted his taste buds. And then, his lips forming a tight circle around Taylor's hole, his tongue curled into a tube, he began sucking with force, siphoning out the scuzz and spunk DeMarco had spewed in Taylor's hole just hours earlier. Kerry knew he couldn't keep DeMarco from fucking Tay whenever he felt the urge but Kerry promised himself that, whenever DeMarco did, Kerry would always be waiting at home to suck out every dollop until his lover was clean again.

As Kerry began suctioning up all the scuzz in Taylor's hole, Taylor was in a whole different world. He'd had guys rim his ass before and he'd enjoyed the rasping of another dude's tongue against him hole. But what he'd most enjoyed in those rim jobs was just the knowledge that his entire ass cleft was being nuzzled by a handsome stud. The idea that a good-looking dude would be willing to stick his face in between Taylor's butt cheeks and lick Taylor's fuck-hole was a real psychological turn-on.

But those feeling couldn't hold a candle to what Taylor was experiencing as Kerry sucked and slurped out his hole. The feel of Kerry's tongue as it darted up and down, in and out of Taylor's anal passage, was the most erotic sensation Taylor had even felt emanating from his rear. He'd just told Kerry that there had been times when he actually enjoyed getting fucked and he hadn't been lying. But the pleasure he'd felt when another guy had pierced his anal barrier with a hard dick couldn't even begin to approach the incredible sexual stimulation he was getting from Kerry's tongue.

Without even thinking, Taylor lowered his hands to the back of Kerry's head and pulled it more tightly against his butt-hole, trying to help the redhead get his tongue even deeper up Taylor's boypussy. He began jerking Kerry's head in a back and forth motion, ramming the redhead's tongue deep into his hole and then easing it back over and over again, simulating the thrusting motion of a cock reaming his fuck-pit. The combination of the in and out movement of Terry's tongue with the continuous suction of Kerry's mouth pushed Taylor closer and closer to the point of no return.

Suddenly, Taylor knew he was there. "I'm gonna cum, baby. I'm gonna cum," he moaned. "Oh, God, I'm gonna cum." And then his whimpers dissolved into a long shriek of release and his fully engorged cock shot off bolt after bolt of searingly hot boy-juice. The first spurt splattered on Taylor's forehead and the succeeding eruptions slowly moved down his face, hitting next his eyes, then his nose, then his mouth and finally his chin before coating his chest with the final three scuzz missiles.

But even though Taylor had just shot one of the largest loads of his life, Kerry wasn't letting up on Taylor's pussy-hole. While he had long since extracted the last remnants of the loads of cum DeMarco had deposited in Taylor's fuck chute, Kerry continued to work Taylor's hole. Taylor, beginning to come down from the incredible high of his monster orgasm, had to plead with him to stop, telling Kerry he'd already emptied his balls, that he just couldn't take any more of the stimulation Kerry was providing. It was only then, hearing Tay's whimpered entreaties, that Kerry finally relented and slowly extracted his tongue from Taylor's quivering man-hole.

Kerry looked up at Taylor's face and broke into a broad grin as he saw how completely cum-spattered it was. He could see that Tay had really enjoyed Kerry's rim job - there was no mistaking the evidence of that reality. He stretched out his body and brought his face even with Taylor's. Then, slowly he began licking up all the cum Taylor had shot onto himself, noting how much sweeter Tay's cream was than DeMarco's. He wasn't surprised but still the difference was remarkable.

Taylor was in that blissful zone where the hot intensity of arousal had been followed by the ecstasy of relief and now he was feeling at total peace with the world. But when Kerry started slurping the cum off his face, Taylor slowly opened his eyes. Taylor watched as Kerry, having finished cleaning Taylor's face, moved lower and began working on Taylor's cum-spotted chest. He put his hands on the sides of Kerry's head and forced his head up so he could look him in the eye. "Ker," he marveled, "that was fantastic. It was incredible." And then he pulled Kerry's head towards him until their lips were touching and buried his tongue in Kerry's mouth.

As the two of them tongue-wrestled for a few minutes, Taylor was able to taste remnants of his orgasm in Kerry's mouth. Then, slowly, Kerry broke off the kiss and raised himself off Taylor. "You are one hell of a lover," Taylor told his buddy, his eyes twinkling just remembering the pleasures he'd just experienced.

"Why, thank you, Tay," Kerry smiled back. "You're pretty damn good yourself."

It was at that point that Taylor, glancing down the redhead's alabaster body, noticed the hard seven inches jutting straight out from the boy's crotch. "Jeez, Ker," he remarked, "I don't know about that. You didn't even get off."

With a slightly embarrassed smile, Kerry agreed. "Yeah. I know, Tay. But it wasn't because I wasn't turned on by sucking on your ass and reaming out your pussyhole with my tongue. That was so fucking great. I could have done that for hours. And I could have cum easy while I was doing you, too."

"Then why didn't you?" Taylor wanted to know.

"I guess I was saving it, you know, until you fuck me."

"Shit," Taylor moaned, feeling the super high he'd been in beginning to dissipate. "I'm sorry, Ker. I should have mentioned it earlier. My cock is really sore right now from all the dick-sucking by Callum - and that fucker DeMarco manhandled it, too. I was kinda hoping we might do domething else tonight."

While Kerry was obviously trying to mask his reaction, Taylor could see the boy's excitement visibly deflate. He felt really terrible about that. But then he had an idea.

"You know, Ker," he said. "I was going to suggest that you let me blow you tonight but looking at the position we're in right now - me, on my back, with my legs spread wide; you in between my legs with your raging boner - why don't you just fuck me. I mean, my butt's clean, thanks to you, and it's already lubed up, again thanks to you. Why don't you just go for it, Ker? Give me a good old-fashioned ass-reaming?"

Taylor's suggestion totally shocked the redhead. Since their first night together, they'd fallen into an easy pattern: Kerry was the bottom - the boy; Taylor was the top - the man. It not only seemed right based on their physical size and endowments, it seemed to match their individual temperaments as well. As Kerry had discovered early in his training at the agency, he loved getting fucked. He really did. And it was just as obvious that Taylor loved fucking him. Hell, normally it took a crowbar to pry Taylor out of his ass when the two of them were at Taylor's apartment. And Kerry was completely happy with that. He'd never really thought about changing things up.

But, now that Taylor had suggested it, Kerry had to admit he was a little bit intrigued by the possibility of topping his partner. Looking down at Taylor's beautifully sculpted body, Kerry wondered what it would feel like to be the one inside his lover, to be the one who's dick was reaming out his lover's hole, to see Taylor thrashing around in ecstasy as Kerry excited his prostrate and pummeled his pussy. It might be fantastic. But...

"I don't know, Tay," he finally answered. "I think...I think I might really enjoy it but I've never done it before?"

"I know, Ker," Taylor responded. "I know and that's mostly my fault. It's just that I love fucking your tight hole so much that I never got around to suggesting that we flip. But, like I told you, I enjoy getting fucked myself, if the guy is right - and you're definitely the right guy - and I'm sure you enjoy fucking a guy's pussy, too."

"Well, that's just it, Tay," Kerry explained. "I don't know if I'd enjoy fucking another dude's ass. I've never done it. Not with you; not with anyone."

It took a moment for that confession to sink in. But when it did, Taylor's eyes widened. "Are you kidding me, Ker? You've never fucked another guy? Ever?"

"No, I haven't, Tay." Hearing the note of incredulity in Taylor's voice made Kerry a little defensive. "I don't know. I've just never got the chance. Every guy I've been with has just been interested in fucking my ass and the idea of me fucking one of them never seemed to arise. Not that it bothered me, in all honesty. I love getting fucked and I was more than happy to let all of them have a go at my butt and leave it at that."

"And it is a beautiful butt, Ker, which is probably why everyone has focused on it. But," he continued, "that's about to change." He scrunched down a little and then raised his legs back into the air, spreading them apart and exposing his puckered hole, still slick with Kerry's saliva.

"Now you listen to me, boy, and you listen good," Taylor directed in a voice mimicking a Marine drill instructor, "you're going to take that big seven-inch dick sticking out of your crotch and you're going to ram it up my tight little fuck-hole and rape the living shit out of my pussy. And you're going to keep pounding away at my steamy man-cunt even after you seed me like a back-alley bitch until I tell you to stop and then, and only then, you're going remove your dick from my hole and present it to me for cleaning. Do you understand, boy?"

Kerry had listened, amused and enormously turned on, as Taylor verbalized the approach of a Marine DI. But it was only when Taylor repeated the question, 'Do you understand, boy?' that Kerry realized he was expected to get into character, too. They'd done some role playing before (doctor/patient; police officer/punk) and they'd both enjoyed it. So it was easy for Kerry to slip into his role as the raw recruit. "Yes, sir," he dutifully responded.

"Well then," Taylor continued, "don't just stand there. Do what I told you to do. Fuck me, you maggot."

"Yes, sir," Kerry replied, moving into position and positioning his dripping dick right at the edge of Taylor's tight hole. For a fleeting moment, Kerry was struck by the realization that, though he was about to fuck his lover's ass, it was Taylor who was still clearly in charge. And that, Kerry felt, was the way it should be. All these random thoughts, however, were instantly banished when Kerry thrust forward and, for the first time in his life, felt the pleasure of an asshole yielding to his dick in the ultimate act of surrender. And after that, no thoughts could pierce the animalistic sensations that reverberated through his body as he fucked his lover like a man possessed.

When it was over, Kerry had no idea how many loads he'd shot up Taylor's clenching butt, but his dick felt like it was swimming in cum inside Taylor's boy-hole by the time Taylor told him he could take it out. They had moved to the floor during the second fuck, so Kerry just let his finally softening cock slide out and then rolled off Taylor's body. Lying next to him, Kerry turned his head to look at Taylor's face. "Thank you so much, Tay. That was incredible."

"For me, too, Ker," Tay answered dreamily, "in case you didn't notice, I came twice while you we're fucking my pussy." He paused for a moment and then, a smile lighting up his face, he inquired, "How'd it feel to play top for a change?"

"It felt super, Tay. It was a lot different than bottoming. But I really liked it."

"So," Tay asked, "you want to change off from now on, alternate topping and bottoming?"

Kerry thought about the question for a little before answering. "No, Tay," he finally said, "I'd rather keep bottoming. I mean, I wouldn't mind topping you every so often - actually I'd enjoy it - but, generally at least, I think I prefer having you doing me. I like the way you feel when you're inside of me. And," he added with a glance at his own sweat-streaked body, "it's a lot easier, too."

"Oh," responded Taylor in mock outrage, "are you saying that fucking me is hard work? Is that it?"

"No, you asshole," Kerry responded, picking up on the humor, "you know I'm not saying that. Fucking you was wonderful. And I'd be happy to do it again and again. It's just that I enjoy having you fuck me even more - and somehow it seems right that way, you fucking me."

Taylor's entire face was creased with a smile. "Well, baby," he finally admitted, "I agree with you. I loved having you do me and I definitely want to feel you inside of me again. But I think I prefer fucking you. It does feel right that way and, just like you said, I enjoy the way I feel when I'm inside of you."

"So, how long am I going to have to wait until we can both enjoy the way you feel inside of me again." Kerry couldn't believe it but even though he'd just shot off a massive amount of ball juice he was already getting hard just talking to Taylor about fucking.

"You horny little bitch," Taylor teased, pointedly looking down at Kerry's lengthening cock.

Taking his own hard stare at Taylor's thickening meat, Kerry retorted, "I'm not the only one who's horny, stud boy."

Taylor looked at his own dick and laughed. "Well, you got me there, Ker." He began to sit up. Once he'd made it into a sitting position he looked at Kerry. "What say we go hit the shower together. My dick doesn't feel as sore as it did when I first got home and, who knows, maybe we'll both be getting what we want sooner than I thought."

"Lead the way, big boy," Kerry ordered, scrambling to his feet. "I've got an itch deep inside of me that only you can scratch."

"Well, we'll have to see if I can help you out with that itch, Ker," Taylor replied as he headed towards the bathroom. "But I've got a good feeling about it."

So did Kerry.

When Tay's phone rang the next morning, Kerry figured it was DeMarco calling to give Tay some more instructions about his afternoon session with Callum. It was DeMarco on the line all right, but it was Kerry he wanted to talk to. Taylor handed him the phone with a raised eyebrow.

The conversation was distinctly one-sided. For the next three minutes, all Taylor heard was a series of 'yes, sir's. There was a final 'yes, sir,' and then Kerry clicked off the phone and handed it back to Taylor. "DeMarco said he couldn't reach me on my own phone - I must have turned it off - but how the fuck did he know to reach me on yours?"

"Who knows?" Taylor responded. "I didn't think it was that obvious that we were 'an item' but apparently DeMarco picked up on it. I told you he's pretty damned shrewd about these things. But what did he want with you, Ker?"

"Well, first off," Kerry replied, "he wanted to tell me I had a double for tonight. He said it was straight-up so I'd be making $2,000."

"What time?" Taylor asked.

"Seven to seven," was the response. While auctions on the website were handled differently, DeMarco had a rigidly implemented rental system for his boys. All rentals were for a minimum of 12 hours, though you could extend them, at additional cost of course, in 12-hour increments. You could rent a model for half a day, a full day, a weekend, or even a full week, but you couldn't rent one for just a couple of hours. It was twelve hours or nothing. And all twelve hour increments had to start at either 6, 7, or 8 in the morning or 6, 7, or 8 at night. That was it.

Some of the clients might not like it but the models pretty much did, once they got used to it. Sure it meant that they'd have to spent half a day with any guy who rented them, which meant that they'd almost certainly get fucked more than once. But the vast majority of the guys who rented DeMarco's boys were middle-aged or older and it took them considerable time to recharge after a session. It was pretty rare for a model to have to take more than three loads in a single twelve-hour rental. And for this the average model would take home $1,000, plus tips. All of DeMarco's boys realized it was good money for three fucks. And DeMarco charged even more for particularly popular models, which also increased that model's take. So everyone was happy to get a single. Doubles, however, were a different story.

There was something about a pair of dudes fucking a boy that seemed to stimulate the libido of the fuckers. Two guys who would individually be hard put to get it up three times if they were alone could, when they took turns fucking a model, somehow manage to tweak out four or even five loads. It made for a rough session for the model. Which was why, while there was a general twelve-hour waiting period after a single, it was a mandatory thirty-six hour waiting period after a double, which DeMarco would usually stretch out to a full two days. He wanted his boys fresh and well-rested, at least at the start of a session with a client.

For the boys, though, the real problem was that while a double was a lot more work than a single, and much harder on their boy-twats, they only made $2,000 for it. Sure, as a general rule, tips were also better with a double, but almost all of them would prefer pulling two singles rather than doing one double.

But, as in so much else with the way the agency was run, what the boys wanted didn't mean squat. If you were assigned a double, you took it. Period. DeMarco didn't care whether you liked it, but God help you if you didn't perform as one of his boys was expected to. Other than an exotic or a hard S&M assignment, doubles were the least favored of all the work DeMarco's boys performed.

Kerry had already had a double and he remembered how exhausted he'd felt when he finished - and also how sore his hole was after the pounding it had taken. He'd certainly be in no condition for a morning fuck tomorrow when he got home and he didn't see any reason why he should disturb Tay's sleep by coming in before 8:00 a.m. "You know, Tay," he said, "I'll just go home after the session tomorrow. There's no reason to wake you up early."

"Bullshit," was Tay's immediate response. "Look," he continued, "I know your pussy's going to be in no shape to take another fucking tomorrow morning. I've had lots of doubles and I know what they're like. But you can fuck me or we can just cuddle. Either way I'd just like to see you and make sure you're alright. If we're going to be living together we'll have to get used to accommodating each other's schedules."

"Living together?" Kerry repeated, surprised and excited at the same time.

"Well, yeah," Taylor answered with much less certainty. "I mean, if we're a couple - and we've agreed that we are - we should be living together. Shouldn't we?"

"But Tay, you know I need to help out my Mom financially," Kerry pointed out. "That was a big reason I took this job in the first place."

"You can still help her out," Taylor replied, not seeing the problem. "What does one thing have to do with other?"

"Well," Kerry explained, "I'm not sure I'll be making enough money to both help my Mom out and pay half the rent on this place. It must run into some big bucks."

"Whoa, there, boy," Taylor responded. "Who said anything about you paying money for this place?"

"If I'm going to move in with you, Tay," Kerry informed him, "I expect to pull my share of the load. I want to pay half of the expenses. That's only fair. And the rent on this place has gotta be pretty steep."

Taylor looked at Kerry with a smile. "You know, Ker, I can understand you wanting to pay your fair share. I'd feel the same way if I were in your shoes. And I'm willing to split the expenses with you. But you're wrong about one thing. I don't pay rent. I own this place."

"Oh," Kerry responded with surprise. "Well, then, I can help you out with the mortgage."

"There is no mortgage, Ker. I own this place out-right." Seeing the look of shocked disbelief on Kerry face, Taylor had to laugh. "Ker, Ker. You still don't really comprehend how much I make - how much you're going to make - at the agency. I admit I'm frugal, though some of my buddies would call it 'tight.' But I paid cash for this place; cash I'd saved up in a little more than two years' work. So the only expenses you have to worry about splitting with me are food and utilities and, believe me, considering what you're going to be making over the next year, that isn't going to be a problem, even with you supporting your family."

"Wow," was all that Kerry could say. He couldn't figure out when surprised him more: that Taylor was able to pay cash for this place after only two years' work or that he'd actually be able to move in with Taylor, something he'd thought of as an impossible dream until now.

"So, Ker," Taylor asked again. "You want to move in with me or not?"

Kerry just stared at him for a minute before breaking into a broad grin. "Of course I want to move in with you, you asshole. I've wanted to move in since the first time you brought me home with you, since the first time I saw you even though I knew nothing about you then, not even your name. I just didn't think it would ever happen."

Taylor grinned back at Kerry and reached out and ruffled his tightly curled red hair. "You know, Ker, for a smart kid, you can still be a knucklehead. I've wanted you to move in since that first night we spent here, but I was just too afraid to ask you to."

"Obviously, one of the things we're going to have to work on is communication," Kerry joked, but even as he did so he felt Taylor's hard dick rubbing against his thigh. Kerry didn't say a word; he just turned on his side affording Taylor a straight shot at his ass. Feeling the bed move as Taylor maneuvered into position and then the urgent prodding of Taylor's hard tube of meat against Kerry's hungry hole, Kerry realized that their communication was definitely improving. And then he groaned as Taylor pushed on into him. 'Oh, yeah,' he thought, 'our communication is definitely getting better.'

They were lying in the bed with two fresh loads of spunk swirling around in Kerry's guts, when Taylor revisited DeMarco's call. "You were on the phone with DeMarco for a long time, Ker. Did he want anything else?"

"Well, yeah, he did," Kerry replied slowly.

"And...?" Taylor asked, noting Kerry's obviously reluctance to further illuminate the matter.

"Well, he told me to stop by the agency on Thursday, at 2:00 p.m."

Taylor sat up in bed. "But that's when Jacks, Cary and me are going to be giving Callum a final lesson in cocksucking."

"Yeah, DeMarco mentioned that."

"So, why does he want you there?"

"Well," Kerry explained, "DeMarco said I could join in the fun and feed Callum some cock, if I wanted. But...that wasn't the main reason he wanted me there."

"Go on, Ker," Taylor urged, noting that getting Kerry to divulge what was going on was like pulling teeth and beginning to worry that he wasn't going to like what he heard.

Kerry now sat up in bed and faced Taylor. "Look, Tay," he began, "you know Callum thinks that fucking my ass is the only way he gets any relief from his so-called 'erection problem.'"

Taylor didn't like the way this was going at all. "Yeah," he responded with some heat, "and I also know that that's bullshit. The reason Callum's hard all the time is because DeMarco keeps juicing him and all DeMarco does is cut back on the juice after Callum's fucked you so that dummy thinks the reason he's not sporting a full-on boner is because he nailed your butt."

"Well," Kerry explained, "DeMarco wants to keep him in the dark about the juice but he also wants Callum to have a good night's rest before his session with Walensky on Friday. So he wants me to bottom for Callum after his cocksucking session."

"Fuck that shit, Ker," Taylor exploded. "You're pulling a double tonight and then you're expected to bottom for that fucking asshole tomorrow? That's crap. You're supposed to get at least 36 hours off after a double. And Callum's got a big cock and you've told me he's a rough fuck. There's no way you should be bottoming for him after a double. You're going to be sore as shit before he even starts in on you. If DeMarco cares so much about Callum getting some rest, all he has to do is cut back on the juice."

"I know, Tay," Kerry agreed. "You're right. But apparently DeMarco intends to keep juicing Callum in the future and he doesn't want Callum to know what's going on. I know," he forestalled Taylor from interrupting, "that's not how it worked with any of us, but apparently DeMarco has special plans for Callum. Anyway, DeMarco told me that if I thought I'd be too sore after my double, I didn't have to agree to let Callum fuck me."

"So, you turned him down?" Taylor asked.

"No. I told him I'd do it."

"What the fuck!" Taylor erupted. "Why the hell did you tell him that? Why didn't you just tell him no?" Taylor stared at Kerry hard. "You don't want Callum to fuck you, do you?"

"Fuck, no, Tay," Kerry replied with force. "I can't stand that asshole. I wouldn't want him fucking me even if I haven't just pulled a double."

"Then why the fuck did you agree to it?" Taylor demanded.

"Because, Tay," Kerry responded warily, "because DeMarco told me that if I turned him down, he'd let Callum fuck you."

It took a few seconds for Taylor to process this but, when he did, his fury was almost unbounded. "That motherfucker! That cocksucking pimp! I can't believe he told you that. He's fucking using me - using our relationship - to get you to bottom for that asshole. Fuck that shit, Ker. You call DeMarco back and tell him you've changed your mind. I'll bottom for Callum, if that's the only alternative. I'd rather have him doing me than you anyway."

Kerry took Taylor's hands in his own, trying to calm him down. He knew Taylor would react this way and that was why he'd been reluctant to tell him. But he also didn't want to lie to Taylor, either; not when they were just starting out on building a relationship together. Given the business they were both in, sexual monogamy wasn't even a remote possibility. They were whores and they made their money letting other guys fuck them. So it was especially important that they be totally honest with each other. So Kerry had forced himself to be completely honest with Taylor about his conversation with DeMarco.

"No, Tay," he replied. "I'm not going to call DeMarco back. I'm going to bottom for Callum on Thursday. I've done it before and I can do it again. I appreciate the fact that you're willing to take my place and let Callum fuck you. I do. But DeMarco gave me the choice to make. And I'm going to be selfish. It will be easier for me to get fucked by Callum than to stand there watching him fuck you, which I'm sure DeMarco would make me do if I turned him down."

Taylor just sat there staring into space. Then he sighed. Without looking at Callum, he said, "You know DeMarco will make me watch Callum fucking you."

"Yeah. I know that," Kerry agreed.

Taylor turned to face Kerry. There were tears in his eyes. "Well, how do you think I'm going to feel as I watch him screwing you?"

"I imagine you'll feel terrible, Tay," Kerry answered. "Just like I would if I had to watch Callum fucking you. But the difference, Tay, is that as you watch me getting my pussy reamed out by a guy I can't stand you can at least console yourself with the knowledge that there was nothing you could do. But if I turn DeMarco down and you're the one getting fucked, I don't even have that to fall back on. I do have a choice. And I choose to let him fuck me, not you."

There was a long silence. Then Kerry once again picked up Taylor's hands. "Don't be mad at me, Tay. Please."

"Mad at you?" Taylor repeated with a questioning intonation. "I'm not mad at you, Ker. Not at all. If I was in your position, I'd make the same choice. No, it's fucking DeMarco who I'm mad at. And myself. Because there's nothing I can do about it. At least not right now. But I promise you this, Ker, if there's a way to pay that bastard back, I'll find it. I promise you that."

But even as Taylor sat there, wracking his brain for ways to get back at DeMarco, Kerry was aware that, for him, it was as if a black cloud had lifted. Once he'd agreed to bottom for Callum on Thursday, he'd been in a dark funk worrying about how Taylor would take the news. He knew Taylor would be really upset and he'd been afraid that it might actually lead to some permanent rupture in their nascent relationship. But it hadn't. So, despite the fact that Kerry faced the imminent prospect of a double session followed by bottoming for Callum, all he felt was a surge of relief.

The two of them just sat there for a few minutes lost in their individual worlds. But it was Kerry who spoke first. "You know, Tay," he observed. "This might not be all bad."

"How so?" Taylor responded, turning to him.

"Well," Kerry explained, "we've already been in one entertainment gig together and we're bound to get more joint bookings. We're going to have to get used to seeing each other getting fucked - and even worse from the way you've described the hard S&M sessions. Maybe it's not the worst thing that we're starting with Callum fucking me. He'll only be doing me once or twice and it'll be over in an hour, two hours tops. Maybe it's not the worst introduction to what it's going to like for us, now that we're together."

Kerry's words gave Taylor pause. He hadn't really considered how he'd feel watching Kerry getting fucked now that they were in a personal relationship. He'd watch Jacks fuck Kerry at that first party and he'd been turned on. But, at the time, he merely viewed Kerry as another co-worker - a hot looking dude who was getting fucked for money, just like Taylor was. How would he feel now if he watched the same scene? Would he still be sexually aroused? Or would he be angry? Or maybe both?

And what about a joint S&M gig? Unbidden a vision of Kerry appeared in his mind, hanging from a St. Andrews Cross, his ball-sack grotesquely stretched by ropes tied to an eye-bolt in the floor, his tits inflamed and sagging because of the weighted alligator-clips dangling from them, his body writhing in pain as a muscled leather stud whipped him again and again. And Taylor realized with a start that this wasn't a pure fantasy. He'd actually seen Darin, a fellow model, in exactly that situation. And at the time, Taylor had thought it was hot - a real sexual turn-on. But what if it was Kerry not Darin on the St. Andrews Cross? Could he handle that? Would he think it was hot or would he be consumed by rage at what some guy was doing to his lover, even though it was what they had agreed to?

Taylor's mind reeled from the welter of conflicting emotions that were surging through him. And he realized that both he and Kerry would have a lot to work out in reconciling their professional commitments with their private feelings for each other. Maybe Kerry was right. Maybe having Callum fuck the redhead while Taylor watched wasn't the worst way to begin to deal with the emotional conflict they were bound to face on joint assignments. Maybe, just maybe, that was why DeMarco was orchestrating Thursday afternoon the way he was.

It took only a few seconds for Taylor to dismiss this last thought from his mind. 'No,' he told himself, 'DeMarco is just being a dick, like he always is. He's going to get off watching Ker getting fucked and get off making me watch it, too. DeMarco is just a dick.' That last thought was something he knew he could take to the bank.