Castro's Talent Agency.
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Part VI : Meeting Flex.
Taylor woke up the next morning, groaning cause his ass was still so sore from the rough fucking in the cab the previous day. He showered 3 times when he got home, but he still felt so dirty from being fucked by such a fat and ugly old man. He can't believe all the things that's been happening to him, and he was wondering what his family would think if they found out about it. He almost felt like crying, but then, to his shock, he realized that his cock was getting hard thinking about his adventure the previous day... What was wrong with him? Was he really getting to like all these gay experiences that he got dragged into?
The bedroom door opens and Castro walks in carrying a tray with a big glass on it. He is completely naked, his thick dark dick swinging from side to side as he walks towards the bed. Taylor can't help but stare at it, mesmerized, as if it is a snake hypnotizing him. Castro smiles as he sees Taylor's mouth is hanging open a bit, looking at his cock. "Got your breakfast boy, a nice protein shake, to help keep those fine muscles strong. Now drink up and get ready, you have that meeting in an hours' time."
"Who am I meeting exactly?" Taylor asks as he drinks the protein shake.
"An executive who is very influential in the entertainment industry. He can do a lot for your career, so you should definitely try and impress him. He can introduce you to all the right people for auditions and public appearances, so you should see this as a sort of pre-audition." Castro said with a smirk
"Will I get paid for the public appearances?" Taylor asks eagerly wanting to earn his own money.
"No Tay, you should really be paying HIM for this opportunity, should he choose you, cause if the right people get to know you, you will make money from movie roles and so on, so don't be all greedy now!" Castro says with a stern voice, but secretly sniggering inside, knowing he was basically pimping Taylor out, and HE will get paid the big bucks, while Taylor will be doing all the "work".
"Okay..." Taylor says, looking like a boy who was caught doing something he shouldn't have, as he drinks the last of the protein shake. "What should I wear?" Taylor asks innocently not knowing Castro is literally throwing him on the lion's den.
"Oh it will be very casual don't worry" Castro says. "I'll pick out something for you while you go and shower, no need to move that sweet ass of yours."
Taylor gets out of bed, his boycock still hard from his earlier thoughts about the fat daddy who fucked him the day before. Castro sees this and smiles, and gives Taylor's ass a smack as he walks past to go to the bathroom. "Remember to leave that cock of yours alone boy!" Castro says with a stern voice again not wanting for Taylor to waste any of his sweet boy juice.
When he gets out of the shower Castro is standing by the bed, pointing to some clothes that he's picked out. A tight black wife beater, some very short black shorts, and flipflops. "What about underwear...?" Taylor asks.
"Nah, no need for that. Now put this on and hurry up, the limo is waiting to take you to the meeting."
"Aren't you coming with me?" Taylor asks, really wishing that Castro would. Even though he is a bit hard on Taylor at times, he was strangely growing fond of him, maybe it had to do with the fact that Castro popped his cherry, but he was starting to see Castro as a father figure in his life, wanting to please him and obey him, not to disappoint.
"I've got some other business to attend to this morning. You are my favorite client but not my only client you know" Castro smiles as he steps up to Taylor, and plants a strong firm kiss on him, probing the boy's mouth with his tongue, giving that bubble butt a squeeze. When he breaks away Taylor is dazed for a moment, and Castro smiles again as he realizes what a strong dominating effect he is having on the young movie stud. He could probably make him do just about anything.
Taylor quickly gets dressed. The shorts are very short, and he doesn't know how he was going to keep his dick and balls from slipping out. He really wishes he could put some other pants on, but he doesn't want to disappoint Castro, and he knows he should trust his judgment.
When he gets downstairs Castro is nowhere to be seen, but the limo is waiting out front, and he gets in. The driver says nothing, he just takes off. Taylor sits alone in the back as they drive into the city. His dick keeps slipping out of the shorts, and every time the touch from his hands when he pushes it back it stimulates him more, and he starts to get hard again. He starts panicking, what if his dick gets hard while he is in the meeting, and pops out of his pants??
The limo finally stops in front of a big skyscraper. "20th floor, room 69" the driver says from the front of the limo.
"Okay thanks" Taylor stammers as he gets out of the limo. He looks up at the big building, and then notices all the other people walking around outside, all dressed in business suits, with briefcases, chatting on their cellphones. He's really starting to think that Castro made a mistake making him dress like this, even if the meeting is so supposed to be relaxed. He adjusts his cock and then enters the building. He walks towards the elevator but then a big security guard quickly walks up to him and says: "Sorry sir the elevator is out of order, you will have to take the stairs."
Taylor feels very dismayed, it's quite a lot of stairs to get to the 20th floor. He starts up the first flight, and decides to sprint up the stairs, it should go quicker that way. But he has to stop the whole time as his dick flops out of his shorts from the running. When he eventually reaches the 20th floor, the sweat is dripping from him. He looks up and down the corridor, and then starts searching for room 69. He finally finds it, and sort of expects there to be a secretary outside, but there is no one. He hesitates outside the door, stuffs his now very slippery and sweaty dick back into his shorts, and then knocks. The door opens, and he expects someone to greet him, but there is no one. He enters what looks like a very large boardroom, with a long table and lots of chairs. Right at the end, on the other side of the room, someone is sitting. It's a very dark black man, and even though he is sitting down, Taylor can see that he is a big man.
"Welcome" a deep voice says. Taylor hears a swooshing sound as the door closes behind him, and he realizes that it must be remote controlled or something.
"Uhm, hello, I'm Taylor Lautner. I'm with Castro's Talent Agency and he arranged the meeting...?" he says, as if not quite sure that he is in the right place. He can tell that the man is wearing a very expensive business suit, and he feels very underdressed for the meeting all of a sudden. He feels his dick sliding down again and quickly cups his crotch to keep it in place.
"Yes Mr Lautner I know who you are, I've seen some of your work." Taylor of course assumes he is talking about his regular blockbuster movies, but he was actually referring to the video from the BDSM photoshoot, of which Castro sent him a copy. "My name is Flex Stone. I own and manage quite a few business ventures within the more independent sector of the entertainment industry, and a lot of my clients are very influential. If I introduce you to the right people, you could go far."
"Wow that sounds great" Taylor starts to feel a bit better about the whole situation, again thinking about how much money he could be making.
"However," Flex says ominously, making Taylor's heart drop a bit, "you being one of Castro's "special" clients doesn't automatically qualify you to be chosen by me..." The way he emphasizes "special" makes Taylor wonder if he knows that Castro has been fucking him. Flex grins slyly, Taylor being too far away to see it. He was definitely going to be using Taylor in his plans, especially after seeing that hot video of Taylor getting humiliated and abused at the photoshoot, but he will still make him work for it a bit, that's all part of the fun. "You will have to convince me that you really are good enough, that you've got what it takes."
"Uhm...okay....well I'll do anything Mr Stone..." Taylor stammers.
"Gooooood.....goooood......" Flex smiles. He thinks a bit. Then he says: "I have an event coming up where we will need some good looking models to pose as animals. Do you think you can behave like an animal?" Flex sneers.
"Uhm....I don't quite understand?"
"Get on the table there" Flex points to the end of the long boardroom table, on your hands and knees, and crawl towards me like you are a strong and aggressive animal."
Taylor looks at the table, feeling very unsure. This is not at all what he expected. Usually in auditions they just look at his photos, make him read some lines, maybe take off his shirt, and then he's got the job. He slowly climbs on the table, positioning himself on all fours. The sweat from his strenuous run up the stairs drips off him, splattering on the table. He slowly starts crawling towards Flex, ass in the air, trying to look strong and aggressive. Flex looks onto him, not breaking eye-contact, not showing much emotion, also adding to Taylor's discomfort, as he slowly crawls towards him across the long table.
"Gooooood......that's very gooooood, I like what I see," Flex says, as Taylor gets closer and closer to him. In his pants Flex's dick is hard as a rock, throbbing with excitement and lust for this young stud that his good friend Castro has sent him.
When Taylor reaches the end of the table, he stops, not sure what to do next. He's only a couple of feet away from Flex now, who is still staring very intensely, and without much emotion at him. At least he's been giving his approval so far, Taylor thinks.
Flex sits in silence for a bit, knowing it's making Taylor more uncomfortable, smiling inside - it's so easy to fuck with young studs like these. He reaches over to a wooden box on the table and opens it. Inside are some long and very expensive Cuban cigars. He takes one and places it between his thick lips, still keeping eye-contact with Taylor the whole time. He takes a gold-plated lighter from his pocket and brings the flame to the tip of the cigar, lighting it up, puffing to get it going, smoke drifting from his mouth. He places the lighter back in his pocket, takes a deep drag from the cigar, leans over to get closer to Taylor and then blows smoke in his face. Taylor coughs but tries to keep his pose. Flex chuckles, and the sign of friendliness lets Taylor relax a bit again. "Do you smoke?" Flex asks.
"Uhm....no sir..." Taylor says.
"You must try it sometime. But it has to be a good cigar. I only smoke the best. Maybe you and I will smoke a couple together....soon..." He smiles again. Taylor manages a weak smile back.
Flex gets up from the chair, and even with Taylor on the table, he towers over him. Puffing on his cigar he slowly walks to get beside Taylor, inspecting his body. "Mmmmm...." he says, as if in deep in thought. Walking around to the other side, "very nice..."
Taylor keeps staring ahead of him, so he loses sight of Flex. He gives a light jolt when he feels Flex's hand on his ass. Relaxing his groin just for a moment, his dick slips out again! The head protruding from the shorts, he hopes Flex can't see it from where he is standing. Flex gently rubs his ass, giving each butt cheek a squeeze. "Nice and firm" he says with approval in his voice, as if grading meat in a butchery. Then all of a sudden Taylor feels a tug on his shorts and hears a ripping sound as Flex rips his shorts open! The tattered material falls on the table, leaving Taylor's sweaty bubble butt exposed. Flex gives it a hard slap, making Taylor jolt again. Oh fuck, all this touching and attention to his ass is making his dick hard again! And now there's no way to even try and hide it! He tries to keep his legs together but Flex grips his thighs and forces his legs open. His dick and balls are in full view now, as Flex observes him from behind. "Take of the shirt" Flex orders. Standing on his knees, Taylor flips the vest over his head, hesitantly, and then lets it fall on the floor beside the table. Why does he keep getting into situations nowadays where he has to be naked when it comes to his work? He didn't think being an adult in show business would be like this. Flex places his hand on Taylor muscular back and pushes him down to be on all fours again. He is still out of Taylor's view, but he can feel those eyes on him, roaming over his young body.
"You are one fine specimen Taylor", Flex says. He reaches in from behind, in between Taylor's legs. grabbing his hard boy cock, pulling on it, kneeding it in his big rough hand, his other hand pulling on Taylor's balls, tugging on them, pulling the skin tight, all the while puffing away on the cigar between his lips. His pulling motions on Taylor's cock getting harder, really squeezing the tight shaft, making Taylor moan. "Do you like that?" Flex asks, as he pulls and squeezes even harder. "Do you like getting milked like a farm animal?" he chuckles.
"Mmmmmmmm......" is all Taylor can utter. From his response Flex can tell that it won't be long before he shoots his boy load, so without warning he lets go of Taylor's balls and hard dick. He leans closer, next to Taylor's ear, catching the boy still in the ecstasy of the moment. "You're going to be my best fucktoy ever" he whispers, blowing some more smoke in Taylor's face, making him snap out of the trance of the cock-milking.
"Wh...what....?" he asks nervously between coughs not hearing Flex clearly.