Abused for Money

By TopLegal

Published on Dec 2, 2023

Gay

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 http://www.asstr.org/~TopLegal/

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