First and foremost, let me say this is not in any way based on reality -- I have no idea of Zac Efron's sexuality. This is a commission piece, with specific things to be done. It takes a bit to get to the fun parts in this chapter, but I wanted to set up the idea. Planning a couple more chapters, which will get to the action faster, so thanks for patience with this one. And while I am following the general "script" for this, I am still open to ideas for what to have happen as it goes.
And always play safe -- the characters in this story do not, and in the world we live in today, that is just not smart.
Zac Efron walked to his trailer on the set of Hairspray, having just wrapped up the scene where his character Link had just kissed Tracy. And he was still trying to block out the memory. How could he tell anyone why it had bugged him so much, how could he tell them he was ... gay?
He had known for awhile now, actually from the filming of High School Musical. He had been turned on by the other guys on the make-believe basketball team. But he had not acted on those ideas, burying them inside. Until he met Jake. Jake, who was waiting for him in his trailer, ready for ... whatever Zac wanted.
Jake was hired to be his assistant, and to provide some guidance to the young star, being an older man who had been where Zac was now -- a teen star mobbed by fans, and who seemed to have the world on his feet. Or at least, he did for a few years. The problem was Jake got caught on his 21st birthday going into a gay bar, and the world crashed around his head. He almost instantly stopped getting calls for roles in big teen flicks. Instead, he would once in awhile get called to play a role in independent films, as the gay friend. At first he declined them, pissed at the world, but as his money ran out, he had to accept the parts, cementing his new status as the gay bit player.
Now, at age 35, he had come to terms with the reality, and though he had a bit of wishful thinking of what might have been, he was okay with how his life was going. He still had the looks that had gotten him fame in the first place, though now they had become much more rugged and adult. At 6ft 5in tall, he was used to being the tallest guy in the room. His dark blonde hair was somewhat shaggy, and always looked like he had just gotten out of bed -- a look that took a surprising amount of time to accomplish. His eyes were bright green, and his smile was still electric -- people felt good around Jake. He worked out four days a week, lifting weights and doing cardio, plus he ran five miles two of the other days. He tanned all over by his pool -- years before he had put up enough screening trees to guarantee privacy from anything but a helicopter, and these days Jake did not warrant that kind of attention.
Which was good, because his backyard was often where he engaged in his sexual fun -- he and whatever playmate would be by the pool and end up blowing each other, or fucking on the lounges, with the sun or the stars overhead. In those scenes, Jake more often then not was the one on his knees, taking carte of his partner's needs. He loved to make the guys he was with feel good -- often to the point of neglecting his own needs. Often the other guy would be a minor star, up and coming who was not yet afraid to be seen visiting the outed actor. But as they grew in fame, they inevitably dropped Jake, worried about their careers.
Which is why his coming to be working for Zac was still odd for him -- he did not mind, but why would they tie the new up and coming star to the old teen star now pegged for being a fag? Wouldn't that hurt the rising player if word got out?
"But that is the point -- we want to show that Zac does not give a fuck about shit like that! Today is different then when you were coming up, and having support from the gay fans is important. So by showing he can have a gay man as his assistant, it shows he is okay with alternative life-styles. Besides, you have not worked in a few months -- are you really going to tell me you do not want the regular paycheck?"
Jake was ashamed to admit he did need the money -- he had been stupid with his last boyfriend and spent way beyond his means to try and keep him. And so he was in no position to argue with the thinly veiled homophobia the kid's agent was expressing, and took the job.
He met Zac at his new house in Beverly Hills. It was small by the standards of other Hollywood stars, but the kid was just starting out -- he had a few minor roles before the Disney movie, but nothing to bank huge profits from doing. But the place was still huge compared to Jake's place -- four bedrooms, huge living room, a kitchen that would make Emeril happy, decent sized piece of land (for Beverly Hills anyway) which had a covered pool with a screened off yard (no helicopters here!!!).
When Jake rang the doorbell, he was shocked when Zac himself opened the door. "Hey, come on in -- sorry `bout the mess, just got back from doing some press for the movie, and had enough time to unpack, but not put shit... I mean, STUFF... up."
Jake had seen the kid before of course, but up close he was surprised at how handsome he was. At 5ft9in, he was much shorter then Jake, but somehow his presence more then made up for it -- he filled the room, without trying. His brown hair was perfectly unperfect, ruffled just right -- Jake smiled, knowing how much work went into that look, and what the kid had to do each day for it. But it was his eyes -- the bright blue shot out at you, and held your attention. "And this kid is just 18," he thought.
He was taken into the living room, where Jake saw what the kid had meant -- stuff was everywhere. But sitting on the couch were two people, a woman who was obviously Zac's mom and Zac's agent. Everyone was introduced, and Jake was told what his job would entail -- making sure Zac was on time for interviews, controlling who got access, handling the obnoxious paparazzi angling for dirt and pictures, helping Zac with household stuff...
"Wait a minute... household stuff? You mean I am gonna be living here?" Jake was confused, he had thought this was just a 9 to 5 (okay, so not really those hours...) job, and at the end of the day he would go back to his bungalow. Zac's mom looked surprised.
"Well, I thought you knew -- Zac is insisting he move out, and the only way I am going to put up with THAT is if I know there is someone around to look after him..." As she said this, she held up her hand to Zac, who had started to object, "...without ... I think it is called cramping his style?" She smiled as she said it -- thinking of Zac with Vanessa just made her plan marriage sooner. "I am sorry if this was not clear...?" She looked at the agent who was uncomfortable. Before he could say anything, however, Jake spoke up.
"Look, I am fine with it, except I am not gonna give up my life for ... Excuse me if this is too blunt, Zac... but for a teen actor who is trying to become a party boy. You know I am... about my history, and if I stay here, there would be some awkward questions for Zac when I have dates over. So I am not sure I am..."
"You mean your being gay? I don't give a damn, and to hell with anyone else who does." Zac stood up as he said it, and walked over to Jake. "I was worried about this whole thing, because I figured I was going to be saddled with some jerk I was going to hate. But you seem cool, and you say what you think. So, if you are willing to give it a try, so am I. Deal?" He held out his hand to Jake, who slowly took it and shook.
And that was that -- Jake was living with the hottest teenage male actor alive (for the moment, anyway...), and getting a pretty damn good salary on top of his room and board (though as often as not, he did the cooking). Zac's agent, realizing he had fucked up by not explaining the living situation, had added some extra money to the deal, bringing Jake up to about eight grand a month to be the full-time assistant to Zac. Well beyond what Jake should have gotten, but Zac liked Jake, and wanted him well-compensated.
At first, it was a breeze -- Zac was not sure how to behave around Jake, so he was overly polite, and asked little of Jake other then time management. They talked often, and Jake noticed subtle changes in Zac's behavior towards him over the first six months -- from reserved but polite, to friendly, to acting like a kid brother who wanted advice. Especially when he found out about Jake's background in the industry, and what went wrong. He came to rely on Jake so much, he wondered how he had lived without him before now.
The only thing that seemed to bring awkward moments was Jake's sexuality -- Zac said he was fine with it, but whenever it came up, he seemed to get tense and worked to change the topic quickly. Jake put it off to not knowing how to relate to the idea. Which was good, because Jake was finding an almost uncontrollable attraction to Zac, and a need to make him happy. So it was best that Zac had no clue about it.
If only he had known.
Zac spent those months trying to cope with his new fame, and having his every move watched and photographed. He and Vanessa were the It Couple for awhile, but truthfully, neither one of them really liked the other -- their agents had made the arrangements for them to "date" without talking to either of them, and never even advised their parents of the details. So the world thought they were in love, while the situation made them miserable. Zac spent as much time away from her as possible, doing just what was needed to maintain the illusion.
And he found he was attracted to Jake. At first having someone to take care of him was annoying, if necessary. Over the first few weeks, though, he had to admit he discovered how good Jake was at handling his schedule, keeping him on track. He also loved that he now had a shield between him and the fucking paparazzi. And he came to trust Jake more and more. Slowly he thought of him more like a friend and then a big brother -- someone he knew he could count on to be there.
But then he realized what was really happening -- he was falling in love with the guy. And that scared him -- a lot. He knew the idea was to show he was okay with gay men, which was why they chose Jake to be his assistant. But he knew if it ever got out that Zac was gay -- well, he would not repeat Jake's mistake. He had to find a way to keep things from spiraling out of control, to keep his feelings in check.
So he began to treat Jake more and more like an employee, and not his friend. It was slow, as slow as his accepting Jake had been. But he began to order Jake around more, and thank him less. His whole demeanor became domineering, a total change from the overly polite young guy he had been until now. Jake, not understanding what was going on in Zac's head, put it off to growing pains, and trouble with Vanessa -- Zac had told Jake they were not getting along well, so it made sense. So he accepted Zac's demanding attitude, believing he would snap out of it. Besides, Jake -- for all his bravado at the beginning -- was not dating anyone, telling himself he did not have time with working for his young charge, but in truth not wanting anyone but Zac. So his need to please his partner was focused on Zac, only now it was not sexual -- since there was no sex, after all -- and instead came out in a somewhat submissive obedience to Zac's demands.
Which pissed Zac off even more. The harsher he got, the more outlandish his demands, the less considerate he got towards Jake just made the older assistant more attentive and compliant. His attraction to Jake did not diminish, but it did change -- he saw Jake less as a friend or brother, and more as a possession, an object to be controlled. He even began to tell Jake how to dress (tighter clothes to show off his body), how to wear his hair (cut short, buzzed), and requiring him to ask permission to speak to him ("You just seem to interrupt me lately, so from now on before you start rambling, you need to ask if you can talk, got it?"). And Jake... accepted it!!!!
Zac began to like the power he had over Jake, tormenting him at times, with the idea of being replaced. Many times, he played with Jake, saying things like "Maybe it is time you moved on, Jake -- I am sure you are bored. Right?" He loved the look of fear and concern on Jake's face, as he worked up an answer.
"Oh come on Zac, no -- I... I could never be bored with working for you." Even as he said it, Jake heard the sound of his own voice, and hated it. He knew anyone else listening would think he was a whiny little bitch, and laugh. But he had no idea Zac was toying with him, and his desire to be around Zac was so strong, it overrode his better judgment -- he had fallen head over heels for the kid, and would do whatever it took to be with him. Even to the point of ignoring the others...
Because Zac had slowly found an outlet for his needs, in the form of hustlers. At first, Jake had not realized what was happening -- they were Zac's age, and he thought they were friends from the various shows and movies he had been on. So he had no idea that Zac had begun to explore his sexuality with total strangers. Had he known, he would have been crushed, of course, but often we are blind to what we do not want to see. And he had help in being unaware of what was happening
Every time Zac did this, he made sure Jake had reasons to leave, to be anywhere but at the house -- he did not want Jake to see what was happening anymore then Jake wanted to know. Zac started out with these men as a diffident, passive partner. The hustlers loved being able to fuck the teen star, treat him like shit, talking to him like "just a dirty faggot cunt" or even lightly smacking him around. Zac, not understanding what to do with another man, accepted this role for awhile, even enjoying it to a degree. His control over Jake -- who until then had been the more assertive side in their relationship -- had left him with a need to serve and obey. So the handsome young star was often on his knees, swallowing other teenagers' cocks like a pro, or begging them to thrust into his aching hole.
But then he picked up Kevin, and things changed drastically. Kevin was a little older then Zac -- about 24, he was on the verge of losing his looks to the harsh life of hustling. But at that moment, he was still handsome -- and he resembled Jake in so many ways, from his height to his build. Even his voice was similar -- though it lacked the sound of experience Jake had, So Zac fell into his normal "role" with Jake, without thinking about it. He began to order Kevin around, which the older guy took in his stride -- after all, the customer was always right. And for the money Zac was paying -- mostly to keep the encounter quiet -- he could deal with the younger kid being the Boss.
Zac found he loved being the one calling the shots. He told the hustler what to do, and he did it. He wanted a blow job, and the handsome guy dropped to his knees and worked on Zac's hard 8 inch cock. When he accidentally ran his teeth across the shaft as he was swallowing it down, Zac smacked him upside the head, and told him to watch it. The reply -- "Sorry, Sir, I will do better Sir" -- sent chills down Zac's spine, because it felt... it felt RIGHT!!!
He grabbed the handsome young man by the hair and began to fuck his face, just like had been done to him so many times. At first, the hustler struggled with the thickness of Zac's meat, but his throat adjusted (he had much experience with blowing guys, after all), and he meekly let his mouth be used. Zac began to tell him what a piece of shit he was, how low to be used like this by another guy and a younger one at that. His hold on the hustler's hair grew tighter, almost painful, but still Kevin did not resist.
Zac began to speed up, feeling a tingling in his nuts that let him know he was about to cum. "Okay, faggot, in your mouth or wear it home -- which do you want?" Kevin was taken aback at this -- more from the sound of Zac's voice, very low and cruel, totally unlike the guy who picked him up an hour before this. But he just sucked harder, trying to let Zac know he would swallow it for him.
Zac shoved the guy back against the wall, pinning him between the surface and the star's toned body. Sweat was dripping down the tanned chest of the teen, and his body was flexing with each thrust into the (somewhat) willing mouth of his slave. For that is what he now understood the hustler was -- his slave, his bitch, his toy. And Zac loved the feeling of power this gave him. Why had he not seen it before, when he had been the one on the receiving end? That was not him -- his role was the top, the Master. And by god, from now on that is just what he would beeeeeeeee...
Even as he thought this thru, he began to shoot down Kevin's throat. The hustler was gagging, filled as he was by the large cock of his Master, and now adding in the hot cream shooting down his throat. But Zac did not let up -- he pushed deeper into his slut's throat and held him there, as he unloaded into his stomach. For a few moments, Kevin just moaned deep in his stomach, but slowly he began to panic -- he needed to breathe and Zac was not moving!!! He pushed on the younger man's thighs to try and back him up, but he had no leverage. Frantic now, he began to pound on Zac's thighs, scared of the growing blackness -- he was passing out.
Zac, feeling the hammering on his legs, at first began to pull out, scared for the first time of what he was doing to this other guy. But then he had a thought -- and a cruel smile crossed his face. He stopped pulling out, and instead pushing back in, and held himself there, hands locked in the little cunt's hair. Kevin could not get him off, and slowly he grew weaker, his hits less forceful, until he did indeed black out. Only then did Zac pull out and let the bitch fall to the ground.
He saw the chest start to rise and fall, as Kevin's breathing went back to normal, and he smiled. Then a voice cut thru the air, almost breaking Zac's good mood.
"Oh my god, Zac, what have you done?"
Jake stood at the door, stunned, as Zac, still naked and his cock hard, turned to face his assistant. "I...I was just..." Then he heard himself, and saw who was in front of him, and his resolve hardened like his unbelievably stiff prick. "What the hell are you doing back, Jakey-boy? I told you to stay out for two hours. Oh well, you are here just in time, this cunt will not be able to help me anymore tonight, and I need an ass to fuck. I think yours will do -- get it over here... NOW!!!!"
Jake stood unsure of what to do, and even more unsure of who this was in front of him, looking like his beloved Zac but behaving like a totally different man. He was nervous of how to handle this, and he...
His thoughts were cut off by Zac's low but harsh voice. "Either get over here and on your knees, or get the fuck out of my house for good, bitch -- I am not going to repeat myself again."
He smiled as he watched Jake's handsome face be crushed with both desire and fear. He knew he had the bitch...
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