Acting Nervous - pt.2 (Patreon)

Hi everyone, this story took a little longer to write and edit hence why it was uploaded a couple of days late, enjoy! - TSG123

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Oli Evans gazed into the soft eyes of a young man. He looked no older than twenty, with huge wet orbs that projected an innocent soul inside. They looked just like his in fact, as if he were looking into a mirror, and if the boy had coloured his hair a sandy yellow he could have been Oli’s twin.

He stared at those blue saucers whilst the lips below it stretched, moaning, around a thick, black cock. It slid in and out, the sounds of secreting saliva loud and stomach-turning.

Why is my cock so hard?

Oli let out a frustrated whine and shut the laptop. He had barely lasted two minutes watching it before his excitement had got the better of him.

He took a moment to contemplate, letting his eagerness deflate.

Miss Hudson’s homework had proved more disquieting than he had first thought; small men sitting on the laps of large women, feminine boys pouting suggestively in heels and panties, androgynous-looking girls kissing men’s feet…. The new video she had sent was literally gay porn!

Why does she want me watching this stuff?

Then again, he had never been to an acting class, so perhaps this was something that would benefit him long term…

Maybe all actors did this.

The face of the boy gagging on the steel chocolate bar swam through his head. It didn’t really do anything thinking about the guy’s body, but… the dick. The way the head hung slightly, like it was too large to just stick out straight. How was it possible to have something that big coming out of your body?

Or going into it.

His eyelids twitched.

The past week had been intense; Miss Hudson’s office had sent him a new video almost every day, plus instructions that his second audition would be taking place at a gathering in her residence. The thoughts tumbled round in his skull as they had all week, the answers seemingly further away than ever.

Why had Miss Hudson invited him to her house? Would she want to do an audition there? Maybe he was there to meet one of her guests….

The invite had contained directions to her residence near Beverly Hills with an additional message requesting Oliver to wear ‘submissive attire.’

The latter part of the letter had exacerbated his unease, but he also considered that there might be celebrities if the event was in Beverly Hills. Pictures of himself swimming in a sea of famous faces flashed through his head.

Maybe this party could be his big break.

He flexed his fingers. Put yourself into the shoes of a submissive boy.

You can do this… focus.

How did it feel to be that boy?

He took a few steadying breaths.

It’s just acting.

He imagined putting his lips around a spongy pink head. At least, it had looked pretty spongy in the video, but so much thicker than most. He mimed putting two hands around a shaft and closed his eyes. Blood rushed to his cock.

“Ugh, NO!”

The words came sputtering out, and he put his head in his hands and groaned.

Maybe he should just tell Miss Hudson that he wasn’t up to it.

Maybe I could just not go..?

The heat and humidity of Miss Hudson’s breasts crushing his face rose up from his memory.

She smelled like Jasmine, and a hint of something more masculine….

Oli gripped a wad of his soft hair and squeezed, trying to relieve some of the tension throbbing inside his skull. He remained hunched over for a few seconds, lost in his world of warmth and worry when a sharp knock at the door nearly made him tumble off his chair.

“Darling, are you alright?” his Mother called, her lilted voice muffled by the door.

Tina Evan’s accent was prim English, learnt not from birth, but from practice.

“MOTHER! Could you knock… I mean… ugh,” he groaned, his head throbbing.

The door opened and a blond woman with an overbearing tan wearing a tight cream blouse and slacks stepped in. Her body was dainty, but her tits were aggressively large, the products of her recent divorce from Oli’s second stepfather. Ever since his mum had got the implants, Oli had to force himself not to look, and he hated himself for it.

“Oliver… I heard you shouting, are you alright darling? How is the research going?”

Oli huffed. He didn’t look up, because those discerning eyes, sharp cheekbones and perfect, laser-straight nose would be staring back at him.

“Yeah… It’s just… this acting thing. I don’t know if I can do it.”

His Mother narrowed her gaze, the sweetness in her voice suddenly carrying an acidic edge.

“Well you have barely started darling. It has only been a few months and already you have found yourself an agent!”

“An agency audition,” he corrected her, in a small voice.

He sniffed and rubbed his head, heart still pounding from her sudden intrusion.

“I don’t know Mother…. Maybe I should try something else.”

Tina’s smile never left her face, but the muscle above her jaw tightened. She marched over and sat down on the bed, and Oli observed the pats of her hand on his mattress calling him like a beaten dog. He obediently traipsed over to the bed and sat down.

Please don’t press those huge boobs against me, he prayed silently.

Immediately her tits were shoved into his shoulder as she grasped him to her. Oli shivered as he felt the warm globes pressed into him, and she spoke softly, the whole world squeezing down to the flutter of her voice into his cheek.

“You know this has been your dream since you were a child. You were always the best at school...”

The teachers didn’t seem to think so.

She rubbed a perfectly manicured nail across his shoulder.

“..and now you have an opportunity to put us in the spotlight.”

Tina often brought up how she had been on a play in the West End in London many years ago, but never landed a leading role. Oli knew that it ate at her, the fact that she had never managed to follow up on her lofty ambitions.

“When I was your age, I had the world at my feet...”

Always the same story.

“… But I never managed to make it in a world of bullshit that does not understand talent. Only now do I understand what it takes Oliver, and opportunities like this are gold-dust.”

She gripped his shoulder firmly.

“Do you realize what this could do for you? Swear to me Oliver, you will do everything in your power to get that agent on your side, no matter what.”

Oli nodded slowly. He couldn’t let her down.

“Yes… Yes mother.”

“Good boy,” she said soothingly, resting her forehead on his temple.

Oli felt slightly more relaxed, but still pleaded silently to his own body. Please don’t get an erection from your own mother’s tits.

“No sense in giving up now,” she added, placing a firm kiss on his cheek before ruffling his hair and standing up.

Oli nodded, eyes boring into the floor so he wouldn’t be tempted by her huge mounds, looming in his peripheral vision like the mythical medusa, waiting to turn him to stone.

“We have both worked hard for this, so you do whatever it takes, do you understand me?”

Oli nodded, and she padded carefully over to the door.

“We have a big day tomorrow… I Love you, son,” she said proudly, closing the door quietly.

Oli let out a slow breath.

His Mother was right. He had to do this. He had to find a way. The bright lights of Hollywood shined inside his head and he puffed his chest up. Fame and fortune.

Let’s do it.

… But his dick was still at full mast.

Oli felt shame wash over him.

Why did she have to get those fake tits?!

He needed release, but he definitely didn’t want to do it thinking about his mum or cocks.

Oli opened the laptop, preparing to look for some lesbian porn (straight porn made him self-conscious about his own inadequacies.) Immediately the big black cock which he hadn’t yet clicked away from was back in the centre of the screen, and he felt his mouth water, just like the boy who was sloppily sucking at the wet log in front of him.

Oli tore his eyes from it and opened a new tab, quickly typing in his favourite porn categories. Two girls squirting. Two girls in schoolgirl outfits have sex. He was already super hard, so it didn’t matter which.

He started to jerk to two girls fingering each other.

It didn’t feel right.

He tried to keep going but the two girls left him feeling cold.

Another tab. Two milfs.

His mouth watered.

Just like Miss Hudson… He began to jerk hard, but his Mother’s fake tits swam into view, stopping him. He closed his eyes and pictured himself back in the office, in Miss Hudson’s arms. The heat of her squishy breasts on his face. The way she pulled him to her.

He felt himself getting closer and as he did his mother’s face swam into his head.

No, not milfs.

Another tab.

He scrolled through and anything that wasn’t milf related just didn’t seem to keep his excitement up.

He took a deep breath. There was another option that had made his heart beat faster, and in a moment of weakness he gave in to it.

Slowly, Oli moved the mouse over to the first tab, and clicked like he had just ordered a nuclear strike.

The big black cock was back in front of him, dominating his vision. The heat rose in his throat as he grasped his waiting baby dick, hungry for the daddy cock in front of it.

Sounds began to emanate from his hand, wet *SHLICKS* as it pumped rapidly at his throbbing member. His eyes roved back and forth on the huge thing, as he imagined it was his lips that the dick was pumping into, face fucking him.

He moaned, and his cock launched a long jet of cum straight up and into his face. Some of it landed on his tongue, and his imagination ran wild as he imagined it was the big black man’s cum in his mouth, and he sucked it down as another weaker rope flew onto his chin.

Humiliation spread through his brain as he lapped at the cum on his face, and the last vestiges of cum dribbled down the head of his dick. Then the fog cleared and the immediacy of what he had done hit him.

There was a moment of stillness, where he stared at the young man smiling as drool fell from his lips, and guilt descended on Oli, wrapping itself around him like a cloak.

Without pausing he quit all the tabs and snapped the laptop shut, his hands and face still wet with bodily fluid.

Today had marked a first in his life.

He had just masturbated to gay porn for the first time.

The young man sat feebly in his own juices. There was only one light at the end of the tunnel.

His Mother was right; Everything Miss Hudson wanted him to do tomorrow, he would do it.

Whatever the cost.

***

Oli fidgeted with his nails in the passenger seat of the convertible Jaguar, squinting up at the perfect, baby blue sky.

He wished with all his heart that his mother had not found out about the instructions sent by Miss Hudson, because she had immediately called and rushed out on a shopping spree, returning with some of the daintiest, most revealing outfits he had ever seen.

Some of them were little more than speedos with pockets.

There had been a lot of emotional blackmail (and some uncomfortably close cleavage) employed to eventually prise him into a tight sailor outfit, complete with little white hat and blue short shorts that came up so high that they rode teasingly above the bottom of his bum. He looked into the wing mirror and then wished he hadn’t. The girlish makeup that had been meticulously applied to his face made him want to crawl into a hole and die.

“I wish you wouldn’t talk to Miss Hudson for me, Mother,” he whined.

“Nonsense,” she said cheerily, accelerating past a family car which was soon a speck in the rear-view mirror.

“The person who loves you more than anything in this world is the perfect buffer between you and the dark underbelly of this business.”

She wrenched the gearstick and the car engine whined furiously.

His Mum wasn’t a great driver, and she liked to go fast.

“But it’s my audition,” he moaned.

“And you are my son, and if you cannot trust me with important matters then who can you trust?”

Oli slumped back, crossing his arms. His exposed, milky white thighs were sweating on the leather seat, and his Mother wasn’t perturbed in the slightest. He knew there was no point in arguing.

The Jaguar engine roared as they sailed down the long stretches of tarmac, past glistening palm trees and huge, obscenely large manors surrounded by forbidding walls and golden fences.

The satnav took them away from the long flat roads, higher up into the hills, and they began passing huge woodland ranches of unreal beauty, each of them unique and unusual. The homely chalets and manors gave way to unusual designs and insane trigonometry, which were topped off with the final destination.

Linda Hudson’s sleek, modern looking house wasn’t just large, beautiful, and surrounded by woodland. It was also completely see-through on the front side, huge panes of glass revealing living rooms, bedrooms and hallways stacked up on four floors, like a doll’s house brought to life, coloured only in hues of black and white.

She was obviously even more successful than they had realised, and Oli’s mother stared enviously at the outrageous display of wealth. Suddenly her Jaguar looked like a campervan next to the hypermodern cars parked in the driveway that appeared almost alien, a huge sleek Bentley and one car they’d never seen anything like, that looked as if it might take off if the glittering curves and tendril-like metal fins were anything to go by.

It seemed like they had arrived early, and his mother was almost bouncing with excitement.

“This is good son, you are with the right people here.”

She seemed invigorated, eyes roving across the treasures on show.

Oli didn’t respond. He was feeling a rising sense of panic, thrust into a lion’s den with short shorts and a sailor’s hat.

“Now remember darling, you need to use everything at your disposal. Do not play safe, and keep these people happy, whatever the cost!”

She kissed him quickly on the cheek before half shooing/half shoving him out of the car, and he scrambled out in his dainty outfit, the wind hitting the bottom of his butt cheeks and making him cringingly aware of his assets on show.

He fixed his doughy eyes on his Mother as she reversed and leaned out of the window, and couldn’t help a peek at those melons as she did so.

“Have fun son, and remember, this could be our one chance. Take it!”

Her voice was fervent and righteous, but Oli felt unsure. It didn’t feel like a chance he relished as much as she did.

His Mother slammed the accelerator of the jaguar and it flew off down the long winding road, quickly lost behind the leaves and trees, the echoes of the motor fading into the distance.

Oli turned to look at the sleek building in front of him. The whole front was see-through glass, and he could see ridiculously wide TVs, white walls and voluptuous sculptures and statues like the ones in Miss Hudson’s office.

His resolve squeaked a little, but held firm as he slowly made his way up the gravel drive. The place loomed over him, cold and unnatural compared to the rugged trees, cool grass and evening air which continued to kiss the crevasses of his thighs. Crickets chirped somewhere beyond his vision, and if he had closed his eyes it would have sounded like an enchanted forest. Somewhere nearby was a quiet brook, frothing softly.

The house in front of him remained deathly silent.

Gulping, Oli shuffled up to the white door and reached up to the doorbell.

A disarmingly ordinary bell ring echoed through the house.

He scratched his itchy butt and shifted his feet back and forth. Maybe she wouldn’t answer.

The sounds of footsteps made his heartbeat quicken, and when Linda Hudson opened the door, he felt a tremble run through the length of his body.

Miss Hudson was wearing a cocktail dress which looked vacuum packed onto her curves, the front portion of the fabric scandalously low cut so that her huge cleavage was screaming out to be ogled at. Her hair was pinned up in an elegant fashion, and the combination of this plus the sharp spectacles and heels oozed class.

A breezy smile swept onto her face as her eyes fell upon Oli’s body, his nipples hard from the breeze and poking through the translucent sailor’s shirt. She drank in the dainty calves, the way his plump thighs seemed to pillow together.

His Mother has really delivered the goods, she thought to herself.

“Oliver,” she said in an impressed tone. “I see you’ve been looking at the research I sent you. That outfit is simply perfect. You look gorgeous.”

He couldn’t help but feel a little pleased that she had complimented his looks.

“Yes… yes, I really want to make you happy.”

“Good,” she whispered. “I must say your Mother seems so supportive of you.”

Oli fidgeted with the edges of his shorts.

“Ha… she is yes… really supportive.” He stuttered into silence.

Oh what a snack, thought Linda. She felt a deep urge to slide her hands into his shorts but quelled it quickly.

“Come inside darling, I’m sure you’d like to hear your role for this evening.”

With that she strode off down the hall, past the staircase and turned right through a doorway

Oli murmured a nervous “okay,” and tiptoed over the threshold, shutting the door behind him, and ran along after the tall figure.

It took him a few seconds to catch up, having to take almost two strides to Linda’s one, and he quickly he found himself in a white, carpeted room with a black fireplace and a thin, black TV screen which seemed twice as big as he was mounted on the wall above it. The whole right side was an immaculate glass window looking out onto the front lawn, where he had entered.

He placed himself down on a white sofa opposite the television. It felt gigantic, and he couldn’t even reach the floor or the back rest. Oli felt like a child in a room made for adults. Black and white sculptures stood on the mantlepiece and table; open breasted figures of women, men with large erect penises, and combinations of the two. These last ones caught his eye, and he looked at the huge orbs of one figure, head thrown back in ecstasy with her huge dick thrust into the air in front of her.

It made him uncomfortable seeing such an endowed woman, and he patted his hands on his lap, where his penis was quickly hardening. Oli shifted his butt on the spotless sofa, looking over at Miss Hudson, who had placed herself in a white, pristine-looking chair close to the fireplace, right next to the statue in question. His eyes flickered back and forth between the two figures. They were extremely provocative in their own ways.

“Now Oliver, today you will be drawing from the research you’ve been watching all week.”

Oli nodded enthusiastically.

“This evening Oliver, you will use your acting skills to become a completely submissive boy, mimicking a young twink for the entire time that you are on my premises. You will act as such in front of all one hundred of my guests, convincing them that this is your permanent lifestyle choice.”

Oli’s mouth opened and closed.

Oh.

“You will have to be subservient, and doting, to all who speak to you. Everyone in the party must believe that you are a naughty little minx that cannot wait to be put under your master’s heel.”

Oli had gone pale enough to make his shirt and skin the same colour.

“But.. m-my master… who?”

“Well… I’m glad you asked Oliver.”

She leaned in, and he could see down her chest, the deep crevasse between her breasts flashing hints of soft flesh beneath them.

“I will give you two options to choose from… I have a good friend and client of mine, Geoffrey who will be arriving soon….”

He shuddered.

“What’s the other choice?” he interjected.

Linda’s lips curled.

“Me.”

Oli’s mouth stayed open this time. His dick was pressing against the confines of the tight jeans. Fuck it was painful, and he doubled over slightly.

“If you can convince a room full of the finest actors in the world that you are nothing less than a slutty, submissive little boy, I will waste no time in making you a full-time client of the agency.”

Linda rubbed the tip of her tongue across her lips.

“And I believe your mother would very much like this arrangement to happen, correct? She made it noticeably clear to me in our lovely chat on the phone.”

Oli’s heart was beating rapidly, and his cock was excruciatingly bent by the confines of his shorts as it got fully erect.

“Something wrong Oliver?”

He grimaced, shifting in his seat.

“No, just…just tummy ache.”

She smiled sympathetically.

“Oh of course, there are bathrooms on the second floor. Use any that you like, but please don’t use the ground floor bathrooms, they’re for guests.”

Her eyes flicked briefly to his chest and Oli suddenly felt extremely self-aware of his hardened nipples poking through the tight top.

“Can I… choose my master now?”

He imagined being thrust back into her arms, squeezing those huge melons.

Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes..

Linda slid a single of hair that had escaped from her elaborate piece back into place.

“You can make your decision… later,” she proffered after a delicate pause, “after Geoffrey has introduced himself. Now if you’ll excuse me for a moment, I believe my first guests are arriving.”

With a smile she slipped herself from the chair and strode out of the room as cars began to pull up outside.

Damnit.

So he was going to have to meet ‘Geoffrey’. Was he an actor?

He stood up and cursed as the tight shorts, little more than a denim thong, cinched around his cock and balls. He tried to adjust it, huffing, eventually managing to make his cock stick straight up, a little bulge against the fabric.

It looked embarrassingly obvious that he was hard, but at least it didn’t hurt any more. He would just have to hide until it went down.

Oli hurried to the staircase as Linda swept out onto the porch to greet her guests, looking like the perfect, spellbinding host. His eyes snapped to her ass, bouncing underneath the dark fabric. He imagined what she would look like naked, and suddenly the image of a cock swinging between her legs presented itself in his mind.

His dicklet went straight back to full mast and he whimpered in frustration. What on earth was wrong with him?

The stairs were soft, barely making a sound as he rushed up them, looking for a bathroom to hide in. It didn’t help that the front of the house was see-through, and he looked out at bright coloured supercars and limousines dropping beautifully dressed figures at the entrance.

Just find a room.

He rushed over to the first door he could find and discovered an ensuite bedroom. Perfect.

Oli crept inside and locked the latch, taking a moment to look over the minimalist bedframe, wardrobe and lamp before lying back on the bed.

I can do this, right?

What the hell, if he was going to be Linda Hudson’s submissive boy tonight, he had to live it, the whole evening.

The angry little bulge in his minishorts drew his attention, and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement. Was he really turned on by this scenario?

I hope Miss Hudson holds me again.

Just calm down.

Oli took a few relaxing breaths, bringing himself back to the things he’d looked at over the past week. The effeminate, demure attitudes. The cute affections, almost girly body language. The sluttiness of the boy with the big black cock.

Oli had a submerging vision of himself watching the scene again. But this time he was the boy, and weirdly Miss Hudson was the owner of the huge cock. He was sucking that cock, and the heat of it was emanating onto his lips and tongue.

“N..No.. Just…UGH!” He shouted.

Oli clamped his hand over his mouth.

Don’t scream in Miss Hudson’s house. Don’t blow this.

He breathed in and out slowly, and calmness began to seep into his body as his eyes flicked towards a full-length mirror.

Come on Oliver, just do this.

He scooted over to it, Plump lips and long lashes pouting back at him.

It was demeaning how feminine he looked after mother had applied light makeup, but he still couldn’t help admiring the way his ass filled out the shorts so well. He posed to the left, twisting his body so that his round cheek was now bursting from the seams of his shorts. It was an ass that made him go warm. Oli had to admit that if he had been given breasts he would have looked like a rather sexy girl.

He tore his eyes from his peachy butt and shook his head.

Act submissive.

He began to billow his cheeks, bite his lip.

Rotating around, Oli bent over the bed and squeezed his legs together so that his ass was exploding out of the bottom of the jeans.

Wow…..

He had never felt this natural with the rest of his acting. Maybe Miss Hudson really was right. Maybe he was better at acting demure than being the leading man….

He began to blow kisses to the mirror, and waggled his hips as he walked. The swishing movements of his body felt so natural that confidence began to seep through his torso.

The next pose was down on his knees, hands placed in the lap, a suggestive smile on his face.

It was so easy. It was… fun.

***

“So what did you think of my recent work.”

Linda let the corners of her mouth tilt upwards.

“It was…. Impressive.”

The tall, dark figure smiled, sipping from the glass of water which looked like a thimble inside his huge hands.

“I know you like to watch my stuff. Pity it’s not me that you’re focused on,” he chuckled.

She raised her eyebrow.

“As porn goes, you certainly know how to make them…. Feel it, as you say, Geoffrey.”

He chuckled.

“Well I appreciate your support boss-lady, and your parties are pretty spectacular also.”

She smiled.

Linda Hudson wasn’t a short woman by any means, easily over six foot, but Geoffrey loomed over her. His physique was part of the reason he was one of the best adult entertainment actors within her agency, and he had never failed to get an impressive reaction from whomever he was paired with. Usually he worked best with young, submissive men although ladies had also enjoyed his ministrations.

“I appreciate that Geoffrey.”

“Always so polite,” he said in a good-natured tone, his deep bass making even the smallest statement carry a sense of gravitas.

“It pays to be so,” she replied, tipping a little champagne between her lips, careful not to smudge the lipstick.

She wondered how Oliver would react to Geoffrey. Part of her was hoping that this was one test he didn’t pass, because the pornstar standing next to her was also their main head-hunter; A one-man recruitment strategy for the agency with an ability to turn hopeful young actors into dirty sluts, primed and ready for the world of adult entertainment. If there was a God of seduction, Geoffrey was his disciple.

Before he could respond a young woman popped her head around the door of the living room.

“Daddy!”

Other faces in the room turned to ogle at radiant cheeks, long ginger hair and smooth features. It was only when people looked closely and saw the hint of an Adam’s apple that they realised that she wasn’t, in fact, a woman.

Geoffrey laughed and waved.

“Hi Danni.”

“Coming to the pool?”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Later dear, Daddy’s working right now.”

She pouted her lips.

“Okay, don’t go too hard on him, whoever the lucky boy is,” she said, winking at him.

He grinned.

“I didn’t with you.”

With a smile and a flash of orange whipping through the air she was gone, leaving them alone barring the group of chatting people who eventually stopped staring at the place where Danni had been standing.

Miss Hudson smiled. It had taken two minutes with Geoffrey to convince Danni (formerly Daniel) to take a different path at one of her parties two years ago - The other two hours of loud, incredibly descriptive fucking had been elementary.

Usually Linda had no qualms about letting naïve twinks be led astray by their own sexuality, as was the case with Danni, but she would feel quite frustrated if Geoffrey brought Oliver in particular under his spell. The way he looked at her, desire tattooed across his face..

A part of her was praying for him to stay strong.

Mental images of him sitting on her lap popped into her head, looking up with the most demure smile, reaching up to kiss her…. until Geoffrey’s bass voice brought her back sharply to reality.

“So where’s this project of yours?”

“Oh…yes, I suspect you’ll find him out by the swimming p….”

She froze as Oliver slid through the door.

His gait was gentle, almost a light skip. The enthusiasm on his face was beaming rays of sunshine, and the way he bit his lip as he saw her made her heart pound within her chest.

He skipped forward.

Geoffrey was similarly struck, and they both stared as Oliver’s façade slipped slightly, revealing the worried young man within, before plucking himself back up into the beautiful, wide eyed minx. He turned slightly as he stood before them so that one of his ass cheeks was tantalisingly revealed under the tiny shorts.

“My Goodness,” Linda said softly.

Oliver glanced up with a fearful look in his eyes at the monster standing next to Miss Hudson, dressed in a sharp blue suit and tie. His eyes flicked down to the man’s crotch, with a huge bulge running down one leg which drew a gasp.

“Oliver… This is Geoffrey, he’s an actor,” said Linda gently, gesturing to the man who dwarfed even her.

Oli had never seen him before, it seemed as if someone had genetically engineered his own physique into its exact opposite. He looked like the dictionary definition of an alpha male.

The man’s face was smooth, and coloured a deep brown that reminded him of the dark chocolate that his mother loved to nibble after dinner. His large lips and bald head loomed over him. He must have been close to seven foot, and ridiculously wide.

There was a moment of silence, Linda and Geoffrey simply staring down at the quivering boy in front of them.

Linda forced some words out.

“I’ll… leave you two to talk for a minute…. please excuse me.”

She moved away, stealing a hungry look at Oliver’s butt hanging out of his shorts before reluctantly stepping into the hallway.

Oliver was frozen, and he glanced over to the few other guests in the lounge area, chatting animatedly on the other side of the room. He actually recognised some of their faces from movie posters that he’d seen recently.

Please don’t leave.

Geoffrey was the first to talk.

“Why don’t we sit down?”

With that he walked over to the sofa, taking up almost two whole seats with his bulk as he lowered himself. His tight suit left no impression of any fat whatsoever, bulging biceps and quads that rippled whenever he moved, and the fabric clutched furiously to a protuberance which ran down his left thigh.

Oli froze as he saw it, before taking a deep breath to pull his eyes away from the monster, flouncing over to the chair opposite.

“Where do you think you’re going?,” said Geoffrey in a kind voice.

Oli felt confusion.

“I’m… sitting down…. Sir,” he added hastily.

“I’m afraid you won’t pass Miss Hudson’s test if you are planning on sitting down over there,” he replied with a light chuckle.

His eyes locked onto Oli, and his expression remained light, but there was something hiding behind those dark pathways, a hunger that unnerved Oli.

He thought for a moment. What did submissives do…. Perhaps kneel on the floor like he had seen in the videos?That didn’t seem like enough.

Geoffrey watched, amused, and then patted his lap.

Oli’s face went white.

No. He couldn’t do it. Not with a man.

Oli didn’t want to be close to Geoffrey at all, and even thoughts of revealing that incredible bulge in his pants couldn’t make him excited at the prospect of being sat on this brute of a human.

At that moment his mother’s face swam through his head.

This is our chance, take it!

Oli steeled himself against his revulsion and shame, shuffling over to the huge figure, and gently placed his bum onto the man’s thighs.

“Good girl,” said Geoffrey, and Oli cringed. The night was already long, and it was feeling decidedly longer on Geoffrey’s lap.

Two shovel hands came from either side to place themselves under his armpits and he felt himself being lifted up and twisted, so he was now sitting side-saddle.

It felt so emasculating to be handled so easily, and he tried not to let his terror show as he found himself inches from Geoffrey’s calm features. The hunger was closer to the surface now, his presence suffocating, swallowing Oliver up in the intimacy of his dark espresso skin. Up close there was a musk, tangy but pleasant and flavoured with hints of citrus cologne.

“Did Miss Hudson ever show you any of my films?”

The bass vibrations of Geoffrey’s voice reverberated up into Oli’s bum, and through his whole body. It was overwhelming, and Oli felt a small bit of wee come out of his pee-hole at the sensation.

Oli breathed heavily, mainly out of fear, but he tried to keep himself coy and flirty.

“No… Mr Geoffrey, sir.”

“Would you like to see?”

“I would love to,” he beamed, whilst inside his sliver of curiosity was being submerged in a tidal wave of fear, seated on a docile lion.

If those other people left the room he would be totally alone with Geoffrey.

He prayed for them to stay.

“Good,” Geoffrey rumbled, and pulled out a phone.

Placing a hand on Oli’s knee, his other arm wrapping around him with the phone in his hand, they began to watch the video together.

Oli lost composure and whimpered out when he saw the first glimpse of footage.

Geoffrey was bent over a white boy, who looked around Oli’s own age, and he was sawing what looked like a fleshy baseball bat attached to his body in and out of the young man.

The figure was screaming, eyes rolled back, and his legs were wide open in the air. He was clawing the bed as a completely naked Geoffrey steadily pumped in and out, unceasing whether the young man writhed, begged, or moaned with pleasure.

Oli freaked out, tears filling his eyes as he tried to scramble free of Geoffrey’s hold.

The huge figure opened his arm immediately letting him free, and he chuckled as Oli flew off towards the group of people near the door who also couldn’t help laughing at the sight of a sailor boy running past them, nearly tripping over himself as he rushed into the hallway.

Terror fuelled his legs, and he ran headfirst into a tall, well dressed couple on their way to the living room. The couple chuckled in surprise, Oli uttering a tearful “sorry,” to their shoes as he picked himself up before shuffling past and half crawling up the stairs as liquid ran down his cheeks.

He burst into a bedroom and locked the door, crying as he fell to the floor.

That man was a gay pornstar. A pornstar who fucks young men like him.

Was that what Miss Hudson wanted? For me to be a submissive for people like Geoffrey?

This was wrong, this was all wrong.

He sniffled as his Mother’s voice ran through his head again.

Whatever the cost!

He couldn’t do it… He needed to get out but…

Mother.

How could he tell her that he didn’t want to join the agency?

She would hate him. She wouldn’t accept failure.

He pressed his knees to his chest and sobbed.

***

Linda picked at the food arrayed on rows of silver platters. She knew she should be entertaining guests, but her mind couldn’t help sliding back to Oliver in that divine sailor’s outfit.

His Mother certainly knew how to accentuate his natural assets, she thought to herself.

She might even make a decent costume designer for some of her films….. Adult or otherwise. Adult would be a slightly harder sell, she mused, but the woman certainly seemed to ‘get’ sexy.

She rolled an olive between her fingers, gazing beyond it into the crowd of guests gathering in the dining area. The room was huge, a long wide space that opened out onto a swimming pool, which in turn gazed out onto the stunning vista of Hollywood sprawled out before them.

A-listers and adult entertainers were milling around and some of them had already changed into swimming gear and slipped into the pool. One of them was Danni, her slender legs up in the air and drawing admiring glances as she splashed around with her cohorts in the shallow end of the pool. Another shorter girl came to join them, and started laughing as the others began to splash water at her.

Linda popped the olive into her mouth and savoured the texture on her tongue. Hopefully Geoffrey would be getting to the nitty gritty of it fairly quickly, and if the boy was coerced (loath as she would be to see such a beautiful creature fall to Geoffrey’s advances) it was obvious that Oliver’s build plus his raw innocence would make him a star of adult entertainment. A video of him and Geoffrey would go global, hell it was so good it would probably make him as famous as some of the A-listers.

She sucked at the bitter tang of the olive and grimaced slightly. It would still hurt if he gave in, and a deep part of her was praying for him to resist. If he did…. She had a vivid image of Oliver’s face pressed into her breasts.

Her foot tapped on the polished marble floor as she picked at another platter, this one filled with seductive sweets and portions of thick, oozing chocolate cake.

I really shouldn’t.

She didn’t hesitate in cutting a small slice of the moist, dark cake.

Linda needed sugar when things got stressful. It was halfway to her lips when a huge shadow loomed over her, and she turned to see Geoffrey looking slightly sheepish in front of her. Oliver was nowhere to be seen.

“He’s not into it,” he said with a small shrug.

Linda’s heart swelled, and she couldn’t help a grin forming on her face.

Geoffrey chuckled at the sight.

“Go get him boss.”

She smirked.

“What makes you think I want him.”

“Because you’re eating chocolate cake, and I’ve never seen you smudge your lipstick before.”

She peeled her eyes at him as she checked her cheek in the reflection of a silver platter.

“An excellent deduction… Remind me why you do porn again?” she said from the corner of her mouth as she rubbed the slight patch of red from the side of her cheek.

His rumbling belly laugh made many people turn their heads, including some of the women in the water who began to stare enviously at the stylish figure.

“Why have fun for free when you can get paid as well?”

Linda snorted, and placed a hand on his arm as she walked past.

“Thanks Geoffrey.”

“A pleasure,” he responded. “And go easy on him Linda, he seems a little choked up.”

Linda set down the cake and walked towards the staircase. Time to find her main course.

Geoffrey turned his head away from the curvy figure and found it being drawn out onto the pool.

A blond woman was staring at him, sat against the side of the jacuzzi next to the pool, neck deep in the water. She didn’t waver as he set his eyes on her, observing the sharp cheeks, smooth skin, the beauty spot just above her lip with a dainty nose that wouldn’t have looked out of place on the front cover of a magazine.  Slowly she raised herself up until her chest was above the waterline, water running down her naked breasts, and pouted. Some men and one or two women turned enviously at the sight of the woman’s assets, and some of the men had to readjust their trousers slightly at the spectacle of water droplets winding their way around the pink nubs of her nipples.

Geoffrey raised an eyebrow.

Maybe it was time to get changed.

***

Linda removed her heels at the base of the stairs and strode towards the first floor. Her prey’s presence was quickly confirmed by the soft sniffling in the first bedroom. She padded over to the door and gave a few small knocks.

The sniffling stopped and a weak voice spoke out.

“Go away.”

The voice was so gentle that Linda could feel the heat rising inside her. She took a moment to adjust herself; Better not to free her assets just yet. The night was young.

“Oliver… it’s Linda.”

A pause.

The latch turned, and a small crack appeared in the door. Makeup was running down Oli’s face, cheeks wet and ugly red.

“Go away,” he murmured again.

She smiled and leant against the doorway.

“What’s wrong Oliver?”

He sniffed. His mascara was staining his cheeks where the tears had fallen and he’d tried to wipe them away. He looked a mess.

“I’m not…. I’m not gay,” he sniffled, and he began to cry again.

He backed away from the door and Linda took the opportunity to open it a touch further and slip inside.

“I know, I know,” she said walking towards him as she pushed the door shut behind her.

He began to move away but her arms enveloped him, and suddenly Linda’s warmth surrounded Oliver who whimpered in relief as his body was pressed against hers. Warm, round cleavage enveloped his face, and he moaned into the mounds he had dreamt about ever since their first meeting.

“Shhhhhhh, Shhhhhhh,” she said softly, rubbing his back as he sniffled softly.

His fingers clung to her body and the tension in his stomach seemed to melt, his muscles relaxing in the heat of her body. They stayed like that for a while, embraced together.

Eventually, he managed to bring his teary eyes up to her doting gaze.

“I can’t d…do porn, Miss Hudson,” he sniffed.

She sighed and brushed a strand of hair from his face.

“It’s okay my sweet…. You won’t need to do anything like that at all….”

She stroked his cheek as she spoke.

“Geoffrey is here for the people who belong in that world. And that’s not you my love,” she said, closing the distance between their faces until she dominated his vision.

He sniffed.

“I.. I don’t think I can be a submissive,” he uttered.

Her eyes flashed dangerously.

“Are you sure?” she responded in a challenging tone, bringing her face to within an inch of his.

Oli squeaked as the tip of her thin nose grazed his own little nub. He could feel her warm breath on his face, lavender perfume mixed with the musky scent of her body swirling around him, the arm round his back pulled him tighter. A tingle shot up his spine and his whole body felt like it was being charged with electricity.

Oliver’s lips parted in surprise and Linda pounced on it, sticking her tongue down his throat. He melted as she passionately, sloppily kissed him. Weedy arms wrapped lovingly around her curvy frame as she took control, her tongue sliding in and around his own, pushing it, bullying it around his mouth as she hauled him off the floor.

Oli automatically wrapped his legs around her, and they became locked together, Miss Hudson holding him in mid-air and pulling him tight against her chest, sucking his face and moaning into him. His whole body was being consumed within the warmth, the taste; It was impossible to focus on anything but her, the way she probed in and around his mouth, fondling him, her loud moans reverberating through his skull like she was inside his head.

Oliver’s little cock was hard between their bellies, and she began to squeeze his barely covered butt cheeks, relishing the soft pillows that were just waiting to be kneaded and spanked. She did so immediately, bringing a stinging right palm to his left butt cheek, and the sound was glorious, a whip-like *SNAP* that made Oliver squeal into her mouth. She repeated the trick with her left hand, and a little jerk of surprise made Oliver pull out of their kiss, dazed pleasure and fear duelling each other across his gentle features.

“Ouch,” he whispered.

“Still think you’re not submissive?” she demanded with a grin.

Oliver’s cheeks went bright red, aware of the effeminate way he was embracing her.

“Maybe,” he responded with a guilty smile.

Linda chuckled and threw him roughly onto the bed, and Oliver cried out as he bounced on the mattress. Before he could even blink she was on top of him, mashing her lips against his and pulling his legs apart so that her hips were thrust up against his butt. They shared a deep, passionate kiss, like long lost lovers discovered after a desert of loneliness, their hands clinging tight.

Suddenly Oliver’s eyes shot open and widened like his eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.

What is that.

Something was sticking into his groin. Something big. He looked down, to see Linda’s dress was tightly outlining a long, swollen shaft which was pushing insistently into his erection.

Oliver’s body went numb, frozen in place as Linda bit her lip.

“Surprise,” she said in a sultry tone.

Oliver could feel his lungs begin to hyperventilate, shivers going down his spine, but his dick had become painfully hard in his shorts. His whole body was trembling, thoughts and feelings tumbling through his brain too quick to process, the only thing coming out of his mouth a weak “Oh.”

Linda lifted her bodyweight off him, slowly so as not to startle him, and Oliver crept backwards from underneath her to the edge of the bed, almost falling off the side.

The smile never left Linda’s face, and the calmness in her eyes soothed him, like a spooked horse being relaxed by a steady tone and a firm hand. She backed away on her hands and knees, lifting herself off the bed, and stood in front of him, displaying her openly tenting dress in front of her.

Saliva began oozing into Oliver’s mouth by the bucketload, his eyes roving up and down Linda’s incredible curves, every inch of her legs that cried out for exploration… and the steel pipe springing straight out of the silky dress, a long masculine shape emerging from a virtue of femininity.

He shuddered as his imagination burst into a million seductive ideas; the video of the dick being put in the boy’s mouth screaming to the forefront, except it was Miss Hudson standing over the boy, and the boy was him, moaning into her cock as she fucked his face. The thought of him sitting on her lap, bouncing happily followed; of him kissing her feet.

Linda stood proudly, letting Oliver work through his turmoil, eyes flitting over every crevasse of her being, every inch of her burgeoning erection which seemed to somehow be watching him, drawn to his quaking body.

When she opened her mouth her voice had added honey. “Oliver…. I think you seem a bit stressed…. Maybe a little dip in the pool my love?”

Oliver quivered.

“Can I…. go home?” he said softly, “I mean… Not yet but… if I wanted to,” he added.

His eyes never left her appendage, and as much as seeing that bulge freaked him out, Miss Hudson was still extremely enticing; In fact maybe even more so because of her appendage, which was somehow aggravating his excitement.

Linda smiled.

“Of course darling, you are free to go anytime.”

The way he bit his lip in response made her want to impregnate him so loudly that the entire house would hear.

“Cool, well…maybe swimming would be nice” he said, and a little flicker of his confidence came back onto his face. “Before I go, I mean.”

“Alright then,” said Linda, “Let me fetch us some swim clothes and we can go together,” and with that she strode out of the room.

Oliver’s mind was racing at the speed of light. Was Linda going to touch him with her penis? He thought back to Geoffrey and the thought of being forced onto his lap made him shiver…. but what if he was asked to sit on Miss Hudson’s lap instead? Blood quickly returned to his cock at the notion, and the cinching sailor pants made him groan and bend over, constricting his excitement.

He couldn’t deny his attraction to her… but could he go further? He looked down at his engorged penis railing against his constraints, and at himself in the mirror, admittedly looking super cute. He went into a demure pose. Maybe… maybe he could be Miss Hudson’s submissive boy.

Would that be so bad?

After a few minutes of turning these thoughts through his head the door opened again, and Linda walked through.

Oliver’s knees went weak.

“There we go,” said Linda, who was holding a pair of tiny pink speedos, although that was not what had caught Oliver’s eye, as he took in the site of Linda wearing an almost non-existent swimming outfit.

Her skimpy bikini bottoms were fully distended by the rock-hard cock sticking into the front portion and stretching the material so far forward that he could see a ridiculously large proportion of her shaft lingering behind it with malicious intent. It was almost completely pointless her even wearing it, but somehow not quite seeing the whole thing, the head covered by the equally pink, tented swimwear, made it even more scandalous. Her breasts were ‘covered’ by a bikini top, which hid her nipples and a meagre portion of her melons, leaving the rest open to the eye of the beholder.

Oliver felt his testicles tighten and had to take a deep breath to stop himself from cumming without touching himself, the atmosphere in the room becoming heavy with anticipation, Linda’s thong-covered erection throbbing in the air, Oliver’s feverish bulge begging him to get closer.

Linda sashayed over to the bed and dropped the speedos on it.

“Put these on…” her eyes flicked up and down his body, “but keep the hat for me, okay Darling?”

She turned around so that he could change into the swimwear, and was satisfyingly greeted with a whimper when Oliver observed her ass, freed from the confines of her dress. The huge pale volleyballs sang to him like a pied piper, warmth spreading through his body.

Oliver couldn’t believe how excited he was, ready to act out whatever Miss Hudson desired of him, and he found himself tearing off his clothes (breathing a sigh of relief as the horrendous shorts were finally freed from his package), and stepping into the speedos. They fit surprisingly snuggly, and Oliver blushed as his tiny tent was encased in his speedos perfectly, outlining every crevasse of his hairless cock and balls.

“Ready,” he said eagerly, ogling her mythical white butt-cheeks whilst he could.

“Good,” she said without turning. “Come here.”

He walked around the bed, getting close enough to touch Miss Hudson and reached up to tap her on the shoulder. She turned and looked down, and her eyes lit up.

Barely visible goosebumps were spread down his arms, and his pecs and belly were lightly defined with not a single trace of hair on his ghostly skin. His skin seemed to radiate light, crystal clear like water from a mythical fountain. Nipples coloured a delicate pink were hardened and beckoning towards her. He was almost shaking from being so close to her.

She cooed and brushed his cheek, which made Oli look as if he might faint

“Let’s go,” she whispered, voice dripping with anticipation as she took hold of his hand, leading him out, dressed in matching pink skimpy swimsuits, down towards the pool. Her hand was so warm and soft that it made Oliver feel strangely safe, despite his self-consciousness at the new outfit.

Music had started playing nearby as they walked down the stairs past people still dressed in evening wear, and Oliver’s cheeks went rosy as their faces changed to ones of shock and amazement at Linda’s massive, openly visible shaft inside her stretched panties, followed by ill-disguised mirth at the pathetic looking Oliver’s adorable bulge bouncing along beside her. Many eyes that slid over Linda were envious but respectful, and Oli realised they were probably all part of her agency and thus on her payroll. It was slightly thrilling holding hands with someone so influential, and he squeezed her hand a little tighter as their eyes roved over them. Occasionally someone would ogle for so long at the sight of the odd pairing that they would forget to stop staring until Linda politely coughed, smiling. Many others seemed unperturbed and took this as a sign that the party was getting into its more informal stages, signalled by the removal of suit blazers, hats and other general clothing.

Oliver ogled as one woman in the living room began to remove her dress, and he was slightly frustrated when Linda pulled him promptly towards the kitchen.

“You little pervert,” she admonished him slightly, making him blush. “Just like a real femboy,” she added, in a tone of satisfaction that made his cheeks turn into two ripe peaches.

Oliver found himself being led into an open dining area looking out over a huge swimming pool, and he gasped at all the beauty on show. Lobster and salmon sat on one silver dish. Another was filled with sushi and caviar, and there must have been close to fifty more dishes sprawled across the dining area. Celebrities were chatting and smiling everywhere he looked, laughing and in some cases already quite inebriated. Waiters were walking with champagne trays, taking no notice of Oli’s revealing attire dressed as they were in tight black underwear, white cuffs, bow ties, and little else. Most of them were prodigiously muscled, and it seemed close up that some had been covered in baby oil. The plates went along on a line of tables, and one particular face that sidled over to observe and select a few morsels was just as eye-opening.

Linda felt a subconscious squeeze of Oliver’s hand and knew immediately what he was thinking, frozen in wide-eyed wonder at the man gingerly selecting a sweet from an ostentatious looking array of treats.

“Yes darling, that really is Daniel Orden,” she said down at him, and he looked up in amazement. “Do you know any of his films?” she asked (She knew the answer of course, as anyone who hadn’t been in a ten-year coma had seen at least one). Her personal favourite was ‘Telling Tales’, for which he had won best actor at the academy last year.

“Yeah,” he nodded eagerly. “’Starman returns’ is one of my favourites, he’s amazing!”

Well, there’s no accounting for taste, she thought, smiling to herself.

“And how about her,” she said, pointing to one of the women who had just walked in from the pool area wearing a stylish white bathing suit that clung tantalisingly to the smooth caramel skin underneath it.

“Jessie Veil? Absolutely! Stormer of the dark was incredible!”

The woman glanced over and raised a single dark eyebrow, making Oli blush profusely, almost naked in front of another one of his heroes.

Linda looked down at how thrilled he was and laughed. It really was adorable.

“Thank you Miss Hudson,” he said earnestly, and he hugged her side. His arm brushed the tip of her penis and she grunted slightly, experiencing the astounding urge to slam him onto the empty table nearby.

Oli broke the hug, (but not before enjoying the feeling of her skin against his cheek for a little longer than necessary), and put his hand back in the folds of Miss Hudson’s larger one, which quickly enclosed it and led him out to the swimming pool.

He came to the long open doors beside Linda, looking out across a huge rectangular swimming pool. The view from here was unbelievable. Her house backed onto the open skyline, and he found himself gazing out over Hollywood, the low sun painted onto the pink wall of sky that dominated his vision. The glittering sprawl of urban life seemed a million miles away from their secluded, idyllic setting.

His eyes travelled up to Linda’s after a long time staring into the vastness of the city, snaking lines of cars and low buildings which went on for miles.

She was watching him, smiling.

“Like what you see?”

He stared up at her full cheeks and red lips, and the smell of cherry perfume seemed to emanate from her, as if her lips were ripe to taste.

“Yes…yes I do,” he said, a stupid smile crossing his features, before he remembered that he was dressed like a sailor in speedos and embarrassment quickly replaced it, as faces all around the pool and dining area had turned towards the newcomers.

Oli watched as Hollywood megastars with supermodels in tow sauntered past the waiters, slipping a champagne glass from the trays they carried, and music echoed out across the pool from a DJ booth at the far end as more people’s heads turned to face them.

His mouth went dry as their eyes flickered across the two vastly differing figures contained within the skimpy swimsuits. Tall, beautiful women smirked at the sight of his banana hammock, and one or two famous faces began chuckling as Linda openly waved at them across the pool, parading her aroused ward around like a puppy, both of them dressed in matching pink swimwear.

Oliver’s cheeks began to burn as they walked, and he put his eyes to the floor as people sniggered close by, a ripple that seemed to grow, following them around the edge of the swimming pool. He was led to the shallow end by Miss Hudson who seemed utterly unfazed by the attention they were garnering. In fact Oli was sure her bouncing womanhood had gotten even bigger.

Is she enjoying this?

Miss Hudson stopped in front of some girls who were splashing around, and Miss Hudson turned to him, her swinging, stretched swimming bottoms drawing eyes from everywhere as she spoke.

“Are you ready?,” she said with a brush of his cheek.

A tiny nod from Oliver and a hopeful smile pushed her dangerously close to losing control of her libido, but she managed to content herself with an unnecessarily violent hug that clamped her cock to his belly for a few heart-stopping seconds, before grudgingly releasing him as she noticed something, turned to the women in the pool.

“Girls!” she called to the bikini-clad beauties who were chatting animatedly, some with champagne glasses, others lying back in the clear water whilst their friends snapped pictures on their smart phones. They all turned to the two figures, wearing bemused expressions.

Linda’s face became a little stern as she spoke.

“I hope you’re having a lovely time but…. No pictures here please.”

One or two muttered guilty apologies as they snuck their phones into bags nearby. Another made a sultry grin in Oliver’s direction.

“Well Linda…. Isn’t he just the cutest,” said one red haired girl, wearing a beautiful bikini which showed off her pale stomach and hypnotic eyes, one blue and one green. Oliver took in her toned legs, long fuck-me lashes, and then with a start realised that she also had an Adam’s apple, faint but clearly there. He… or she… looked absolutely gorgeous.

“Thanks Danni,” said Linda, unable to contain the hint of satisfaction in her tone.

“Did he meet Geoffrey?” Danni’s grin grew wider.

Oliver went pale, stepping behind Linda in case the intimidating beast was somewhere nearby. Linda grinned down at him like a schoolgirl on date night.

“Yes, he did,” said Linda. “And Oliver here said no.”

She stroked his hair as Danni looked at him strangely, with confusion or perhaps, admiration?

“Really?….. stronger than me then,” she said smirking. She was fiddling with her hair and Oliver had to admit she was stunning.

A short, extremely curvy girl with a baby face and huge breasts clamped inside a struggling bathing suit piped up, “Hey Hun…. You know she wants to fuck you right?” She grinned a malicious smile as she did so.

Oli squirmed, rubbing his arm and saying nothing, still conscious of all of the stares coming towards them and his obvious beta-male role.

“You know how I know that?” she whispered conspiratorially, cupping a perfectly manicured hand to her lips whilst speaking loud enough for everyone present to hear.

Oli didn’t answer, so Linda responded instead, her tone one of casual charm and friendliness.

“Why is that Charlene?”

“Because Miss Hudson’s lubed herself up,” she grinned, her chubby cheeks pursing into two infuriating pillows of pomposity as she regarded Linda’s long thong bulge.

Oli’s brow furrowed, and he looked to the side at what he could see of her shaft, and indeed he hadn’t noticed before that it was indeed shiny, covered in a transparent, glue like substance.

He looked up fearfully at Linda who winked at him.

“Spoilers,” she said, and blew him a kiss, squeezing his hand gently.

“I hope she fucks you in front of everyone,” Danni chimed in merrily.

Oli had a moment of panic at the thought of Linda fucking him in front of the cream of Hollywood, and it quickly became entrenched in his mind… and the more he thought about it, the more his pulse quickened, his heart began to pound in his chest, and the more firmly he grasped Linda’s hand. He stopped squirming in discomfort.. because he was now extremely aroused.

Charlene twigged immediately what was going on behind the bemused expression and she cackled.

“Oh my God… he likes it. You’re fucking loving this, being a little slut for Mummy aren’t you?”

Her voice dripped with disdain, the other girls began laughing too, faces lined with anticipation.

“Girls,” chided Linda, “Don’t be rude, why don’t we ask him first?….”

She looked down at him and her eyes narrowed, and he realised with fear in his heart what was going to happen.

“You want this don’t you,” she said in a tone that brooked no argument.

I do want this.

“Y….Yes Miss Hudson.”

“Good boy,” she growled, clutching his hair and sticking her fingers into his mouth.

He moaned into them, eyes spinning to all quarters as people began to turn and watch with eagerness in their expressions. Here a young couple in evening wear were gaping open-mouthed as he sucked wilfully on her proffered digits, there two men with silver suits smirked and rubbed their growing bulges, conversation forgotten.

Miss Hudson didn’t let up, pulling him so that his groin was tight against her thigh.

“Hump it, slut,” she murmured.

His hips began to pump freely against her leg, rubbing his quivering manhood as hard as he could against it.

Why am I so hard?

His eyes slid to the girls who were enjoying it too. Charlene’s pupils had dilated slightly, and one of the girls was biting their lip, rubbing her pussy under the water obviously enough for Oli to see exactly what she was doing.

“Beautiful, girls,” said Linda smiling, “I’ll make sure you have prime seats.”

Oli moaned into her fingers as the hand grasping his hair pulled him further onto her fingers until they were almost at the edge of his throat.

He didn’t stop humping her leg throughout, attached to it like a puppy.

She’s going to fuck me. Oh my God.

“Ladies, have you seen Geoffrey?”

Danni smirked, and some of the other girls tittered.

“Oh, he’s busy making friends in the jacuzzi.”

Oliver’s eyes snapped to it and he saw Geoffrey’s large bulk sandwiched between a picturesque blond-haired lady and a nervous-looking young man.

Oli whimpered and stopped sucking her fingers.

Please don’t bring him over here.

Linda seemed to read his thoughts, releasing him and gently stroking his hair.

“Don’t worry darling, I think he’s got his hands full for the moment,”

She leaned in and whispered.

“Unless you disobey me.”

Somehow her words had the opposite effect of scaring him, instead he felt a surge of hormones pound through his arteries, invigorating him.

Fuck me.

With that she patted his bottom, ushering him into the pool. They waded in together and Oli cringed as someone in the crowd wolf whistled at him and laughter broke out amongst the esteemed faces scattered across the terrace. Linda chuckled and, instead of comforting him, picked him out of the water like a child plucking a daisy from the ground, and turned him so that she was holding him with his ass up in the air.

Wait… no, what!?

Oli let out a moan of frustration which increased in pitch as Linda spanked his left butt cheek in front of tens of people who began to guffaw and gesture at the lurid sight.

“OooOHH!”

“This is an announcement!” she said loudly, and people who hadn’t already been enjoying the spectacle turned to see the thong-clad Oliver, his bulge proffered openly between his legs, being held by the beautiful host. Someone motioned at the DJ to cut the music and suddenly the whole pool area was silent, but for the sounds of Oliver whimpering in Linda’s arms.

His face went paper white, spluttering as Linda held his rear end up in the air, thong cinched into his buttocks so that his globes were starkly separated by the tight pink line rubbing up against his butthole. In spite of himself his tiny cock and balls were still rock hard against the constricting swimwear.

“That is fuckin’ hot!” Danni called out behind them, and some of the crowd whooped and hollered in agreement. Laughter echoed across the terrace. Oliver’s fists trembled, eyes becoming watery as he struggled to free himself.

No, this can’t be happening.

Linda began to announce to the crowd, her raised voice carrying across the ocean of spectacularly dressed stars.

“Thank you all for joining me, my esteemed guests…. The cream of the Stanton agency…. I hope you’re having a wonderful time. I know I am!”

The crowd began to cheer as she slapped Oli’s buttocks again, causing him to pedal his legs helplessly in mid-air.

“Stop M-Miss Hudson… please, just-“

*SMACK*

The hand that snapped at his backside was brutal, and he whined and fell silent, eyes becoming wet as he snivelled in despair, cheeks stinging from the brutal spanks.

He looked over and Danni was openly rubbing her panties where a small bulge was making an appearance, catching the eyes of a few famous faces as she did so. Oli looked pleadingly at her, the angle of his face leaving her sideways because of the way he was being held. She responded by smirking and squeezing two fingers into a tight hole formed by her other hand, mouthing the word ‘bitch’ at him as she sniggered.

Oli felt tears collecting at the corners of his eyes.

She’s going to fuck me in front of everyone.

“I appreciate all the beautiful stylish wear that you have brought tonight, but as usual in my parties, it has become time for us to dispense with the formalities, so if you wish please come and join us in the pool, and feel free to enjoy the evening entertainment…” She motioned for a waiter to bring her a glass of champagne, and he stepped to the edge of the pool, leaning forward to proffer her a glass. She accepted it graciously with one hand, setting Oliver down on his feet as she did so. “…Thank you all for coming, and have fun!” She winked to the crowd and raised her glass, reaching for Oliver’s swimwear as he tried to waddle away, and he groaned as he was pulled unceremoniously back to her via his thong. The crowd roared with laughter as tears streaked down Oliver’s face, pulled back into Linda’s easy embrace.

Oli was being crushed, his worst fears exposed; humiliated, physically dominated, his desire for Miss Hudson all gratingly displayed to his idols and peers as she groped him like a ragdoll.

Someone help me.

Linda turned him about and enclosed him in her arms, forcing him backwards so that he was tipped over like a tango dancer, her face inches from his.

“M-M-Miss.. Hu.. udson..” He whimpered.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” she cooed, ignoring his desperate pleas.

She got closer.

“And then I’m going to fuck you.”

Fuck me.

She didn’t even blink as she brought her lips to his and pressed them tight together, suction and saliva mixing in a heady whirlpool inside Oli’s mouth.

All the fear and anger in Oliver’s tightened, stringy muscles melted, and he found himself clutching her as she stood triumphant with him in her arms, throwing her champagne glass aside as she wrapped him up with every inch of herself that she could, sporting an excessive hard-on which ground against his leg.

Fuck me in front of everyone.

The crowd cheered in a raucous fashion, and the DJ music returned in full force.

Oli found himself pushing into it, trying to pleasure the beautiful woman sliding her tongue between his lips to enjoy the delicacies inside. By the time they broke the kiss some people had already come outside from the living room areas wearing swimming shorts, bikinis, and in one or two cases, black leather or lace shorts and panties which left little to the imagination, worn by men and women alike.

“What’s going on?” he whispered to Linda, still rubbing himself gently against her throbbing groin.

Linda let out a deep rumble of satisfaction as the soft thigh pushed at her erection.

“That’s for the people enjoying my special entertainment downstairs, but I suspect some enjoy pleasure a little more publicly….”

She gestured to a woman with a riding crop who began to spank a man wearing tight leather shorts near to the DJ booth, and Oli’s mouth nearly fell open when he recognised them both as Oscar winners for their appearance in the self-professed ‘feel-good film of the year’, Indefinite Love. The darling of the acting world, Fay Soula, was slapping the ass of her co-star Javier Milhaud, her trademark bombshell figure standing over the handsome, toned man. She was giving it to him with quite some force, and Milhaud was gasping with each rap of the crop against his backside.

No wonder Miss Hudson doesn’t allow photos.

Many people around the pool seemed to find this sight arousing or hilarious, some people laughing and pointing, others twitching and biting their lips at the lurid vision. He noticed that most were still staring directly at him and Miss Hudson.

Linda tried not to look at the spectators as the whoops and hollers continued.

“I think you like the attention too,” she whispered, pulling him with her so that she could sit on one of the steps leading to the deeper part of the pool, leaving them submerged to the chest as he sat on her lap. Oli giggled, and he didn’t know if it was an act or if he really had just giggled like a schoolgirl. His hands gripped her shoulders and in a spurt of excitement he pushed his hips forward slightly, until the tip of his penis touched the hard shaft in front of it. Gingerly, Oli began to hump his little cock against her beast, pushing his fear to the side and mashing their bodies together eagerly.

Linda was taken by surprise, leaning back on the side of the pool, her arms resting on the side as she let out a low grunt, letting Oliver eagerly push himself against her.

“You like that dick,” she muttered, a slightly glazed look in her face.

“Yeah,” whispered Oli, who was starting to get lost in his new persona…. Or maybe it had always been who he really was, and Linda was just coaxing it out of him, his true self.

Linda let out a heartfelt moan as his swimming thong rubbed up and down her burgeoning womanhood, and she was then shocked by a milky white hand reaching down into her own stretched out bikini bottoms, pulling them down. Linda sat her ass up in open-mouthed amazement as Oli removed her swimwear under the water.

“Oliver!” she said in shock.

“Yes Mistress,” he said, fluttering his eyelashes as he held up her bikini bottoms.

It took a moment for Danni and Charlene to realise what was in his hand, before gasping and whistling at the sight. A few other people joined in as they noticed their host enraptured with her young toy-boy. It wasn’t often that they got to see an innocent twink being broken in, and Linda’s lips trembled as Oliver brought up his other hand shyly out of the water revealing… a pair of pink speedos.

He threw them to the side, and Charlene whooped in delight as Oli and Linda looked into each other’s eyes, temporarily alone in their own little world, sharing the most tender of moments. Danni reached over and grabbed the speedos, using it to slap one of the other girls who screamed with glee, attempting to swim away.

Oliver made to push up against her again, but Linda grabbed his hips and lifted him easily, and Oli looked in sudden, wide-eyed apprehension at her. Linda’s sultry brown eyes were glazed, filled to the brim with anticipation, her jaw clenched and nostrils flaring as the grip on his hips tightened. He mewled softly, and Linda made an almost imperceptible nod of approval, before skewering him. By the time he felt the cock entering it was already halfway in, and he let out a desperate “Hurghhhh,” as he was compressed down on the shaft with nowhere to go. The pipe was so slick, that even when his ass automatically clamped down it, more continued to slide in, a greedy python hungering for the warmth of his body. Linda growled in predatory delight.

Oli clutched her shoulder for support and let out a soft cry as her fleshy helmeted monster pressed inside him, the walls of his anus brutally stimulated by every thick inch of turgid penis. An older man and woman still dressed in a tuxedo and flowing red dress respectively began to rub against one another as they watched the twink being sodomized by the physical prowess of their host. One young man sat on the edge of the pool was openly staring in disbelief as the delicate boy in the sailor’s hat began to bob up and down in the water, tongue lolling, lips curling into a pained smile as moaning sounds were extracted from his lips, pointing to the vulgarities taking place teasingly below the surface of the water.

Linda offered a heavy groan as Oli’s ridiculously tight butthole constricted around her shaft. The intense pleasure rippled up her cock, fluttering to her heart; her toes beginning to curl. She felt new hands pulling her bikini top down so that her breasts came free, and turned to see Danni with a look of ecstasy on her face. Linda smiled at the girl as she wove her fingers into Oliver’s hair, and he stared back in shock as she mirthlessly shoved his face into Linda’s tits. Linda locked eyes with Danni as her hand began to push his face into her breasts, his tongue forced onto her sensitive nubs, and her chest spasmed as her body began to sing.

Danni leaned over and started whispering obscenities into Oliver’s ear.

“She’s going to breed you like a whore,” she whispered softly.

Her words stimulated more saliva to flow onto his tongue as he sucked at Linda’s mountainous teat, and he felt Danni’s hand squeeze his hair a little harder, making him whimper into Linda’s rack.

“You’re just a wet pussy now.”

Oliver could feel the eyes on them and felt burning shame mixed with excitement, but he felt Linda’s penis a lot more, and he went slack jawed as she bucked her hips viciously, making him pop out of the water so that her dick didn’t drill all the way into his tight sphincter. Danni tutted.

“Bad boy,” she said in a mocking tone, pecking a little kiss on his cheek.

She looped her arms under his armpits, clamping down on his shoulders, and he realised with a terrified sob that Linda’s next thrust was going straight up inside him. A woman nearby gasped.

Pain.

The shaft plunged into him like a rocket being fired into a bottle, plunging into his defenceless rear with no flourishes or gentle asides. Linda was here for the business of fucking, and Danni had dropped her full weight down so that the only way Linda’s cock could go was in.

Oli felt more pain.. and an unidentified spurt of pleasure. He squealed, and there was a lull in the music as groups of people around the pool gasped, drinking in every intimate movement. Oli jerked in the water from Linda’s hips bucking beneath him, and the spurts of pleasure grew, the pain lessened, and it happened again, and again, and again.

Danni’s hands gently released his shoulders, and Linda’s hands slid into the same spots, initiating an even harder grip on his shoulders than Danni’s had been, so tight it was almost painful. Linda’s expression was pure need, desire for the pleasures his body would provide.

Suddenly his voice had gone quiet, whimpering as he found himself being pummelled inside Linda’s vice-like grip. The sawing cock attacked a beautiful place inside him, and he found himself bouncing up and down on Linda’s lap, the water splashing around him as Linda’s steel hands pistoned up and down, up and down. Her face was a half-sensed veil, like she wasn’t all there. Lips parted, breath quickening, and distant eyes with a healthy dose of pure hunger were jumbled across her face.

Oliver was gasping as he noticed a group of well-dressed ladies with greying hair and fine-cut silk dresses openly staring, snickering to each other. He turned from them feeling utterly exposed to see Danni’s odd, miscoloured gems boring into him, inches from his face, searching for the innocence being fucked out of him. She had her panties down, and a cute dick was poking into the air as she jerked it whilst Linda bred him in front of her. He felt more naked than he ever had in his life, everywhere he looked eyes were on him. Old and young. Excited, disgusted, engrossed. Too many to take in. Still he couldn’t stop making whore noises, his hands gripping tight to Linda as she bounced him, and whenever Linda looked at him with those yearning eyes his body seemed to react even more aggressively to her rough, jerked movements as a wave of unforgettable pleasure echoed up his abdomen, forcing a heartfelt “Oh,” from his lips.

The music began to quieten, and murmurs of pleasure were rippling through the watching faces as it became clear that Linda was breaking him. Oli lost control as new facial expressions contorted across his face. His body began moving in a more feminine way, and soon instead of Oliver, a dirty slut was babbling words at Linda; a stream trying to usher itself faster towards the raging waterfall.

“Ugh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” he begged softly, and Linda offered kisses of affirmation to his moving lips, smudging her lipstick on his face as he did so.

Nearby, Danni and all the girls had their hands in their pants watching Oliver’s lidded spasms and were beginning to moan watching the couple fuck in the pool, whilst one trim black man wearing swimming trunks had waded over to Charlene and now had his hands inside her bathing suit, attacking her pussy as her eyelids fluttered. Her nipples were two missiles poking through her bathing suit, and she was grousing with unrestrained hunger.

The music had stopped entirely by this point, and even the movie stars whipping each other had paused to watch Oliver moaning like a bitch in heat, eyes screwed shut as he clung to Miss Hudson, lost in the feeling of total control and dominion over the boy in her clutches. His soft cries echoed across the terrace, and two couples, one in evening wear and another in swimming shorts and a bikini had gotten so excited by the erotic throes of the figures in the pool that they had begun sliding their hands across their partner’s bodies, clutching at breasts, groins and bellies. All eyes were glued to the two bodies splashing in the water, sighs growing louder as the tempo increased.

Linda began biting Oli’s neck, leaving deep hickeys on his easily bruised skin, and Oli was sobbing in the warmth and comfort of Linda’s perverse fuck-hug, the intimacy coming at the cost of his anal virginity as her thrusts became more violent than ever, shaking Oli so hard that his sailor hat fell into the water and began floating away in the midst of the splashes created by his constant oscillating up and down on her lap. His jaw juddered, head bouncing as she volleyed her balls against his backside, and the rhythmic sloshing sound of the water almost sounded like a giant pussy was being fucked as Oli began making high pitched keening noises of delight.

“He’s cumming,” murmured Danni, and sure enough Oli began to spasm, the whites of his eyes visible to all as his head arched backwards, staring emptily up into the sky, fingers tensing and untensing on Linda’s wet back as if clinging desperately for his lost innocence, but finding only the soft fat and hard muscles of his big-dicked lover as his limbs went into throes of gratification.

Linda felt her own balls growing heavier and decided to enjoy the reactions of the mesmerized audience by showing them the full picture. She grunted and heaved him out of the water, standing in the centre of the pool, the water lapping at her knees, huge balls perched up against Oliver’s sopping wet buttocks, asshole distended cavernously wide by the huge appendage impaling it, splitting his cheeks asunder.

Cheers and groans of satisfaction echoed around the pool. A dark-skinned woman watching nearby gasped, whilst a suited man pumped away at her sex with his glistening manhood. Couples were now openly twisting in each other’s arms, two were doggystyle on the lawn nearby, both eyes fixed on Linda and Oli, and another two were rutting in a corner like their lives depended on it, the tang of sweat and juices in the air. All eyes drank in the sights and sounds of Oliver squealing like a dick-drunk whore. His tiny cock spurted a tiny line of precum which connected his belly to Linda’s, and it was throbbing as he moaned. Everyone watched on, captivated by his submission (and in some cases pitying him) as he desperately tried not to scream as Linda hit that special place inside, but it was impossible. His cry of fulfilment echoed across the terrace, and the hush was punctuated by the sounds of women and men peaking to Oliver’s lost innocence.

He cried into her shoulder, but he wasn’t sure whether it was through humiliation or happiness, or an awful mixture of the two as Linda cured him of his masculinity, corrupting him with each savage slap of her balls on his wobbling cheeks.

*THWAP*, *THWAP*, *THWAP*

The sound was disgustingly loud, carried by the water and smooth oakwood that made up the decking area, and one young woman dressed in a sweet blue dress couldn’t even bring herself to look at the young man being openly delivered to heaven via the sin of Linda’s thrusting dick, so vulgar was the sight.

Oliver started babbling again, but this time the sound was fuelled by need, by excitement, because he was getting more and more higher pitched with each nonsensical collection of noises and words.

“Fuck…. Oh…. My………It’sss … Huuurhhhhh…… Lin….. Linda…… LINDA”

He began rocking back and forth like a bird attempting a mating ritual, and some of the audience laughed as he jerked again and again. He was beginning to love it. There was an intense fascination from the people watching on, as if they were witnessing something magical, a true corralling of a boy’s sexuality for Linda’s gratification.

Linda didn’t care, because Oliver was hers, and the only feelings that mattered were the ones she was violently delivering to him. They stared into each other’s eyes as she held him up, naked as the day he was born. All that mattered in that moment was the feeling of deep affection pulling them together, and as a small drop of water ran down to his belly button as Linda felt his body quake in her arms.

Eventually she could hold it no more when a tightening sensation grabbed hold of her nutsack. Oliver staring lovingly into her frantic expression as she dug her fingernails into his shoulder and crushed his body to hers. Cum exploded out of her cock and into his body like a giant jizz syringe. Oliver mewled into her shoulder, and Linda bucked her hips a few times, wet, sloppy thumps that spewed cum all over her balls and into the pool as Oli’s asshole overflowed. Oli felt her marking all the territory inside him, whispering a faint “yes,” into her ear.

He understood what was happening. It was his new dream; A dream of being Linda’s effeminate boytoy, her lover and satisfier coming true.

Linda panted, drinking in his acceptance as her cock rippled with delight. She had been waiting for a boy like this her entire life, and finally, she had him. Oli cooed as she spasmed slightly, stroking his hair, as more and more of the gathered glitterati murmured and applauded the entertainment.

Oliver watched wearily as many of them fell into the depraved delights of the lusty atmosphere, shirts and bikinis thrown aside.

“Let’s go dry off in my room darling,” she said, nuzzling him in post-orgasmic bliss

A weak “Okay,” and he buried his head in her shoulder to avoid the gazes of everyone around.

Linda took a moment to just enjoy the feeling of holding Oli, before wading over to the side and bringing him past the celebrities who were congregating by the poolside, eyes fixed on the loving couple.

They moved past Charlene who was bent over the side of the pool, a slender black fist pulling her hair as a black man pounded away at her gushing pussy. Her breathy huffs and red face signalled how deep the black cock was hilting inside her, and she couldn’t even find the words to protest as a skinny youth came to sit at the edge of the pool and shove a short, curved cock into her mouth. She looked up at the young man, no older than 19, who was excitedly shoving his rigid penis into her face, and felt a spurt of shame which was quickly obliterated by the feeling of her juices flooding over the heavy meat inside of her, mixing with pre-cum as it ran down the inside of her thighs. She screamed into the young cock.

Linda noticed the sounds of more frantic murmuring nearby and looked over at the jacuzzi to see Geoffrey with the blond woman’s legs in the air as he pounded away at her against the side of the tub, whilst tonguing the young man next to him, who had obviously been crying at some point but was now swooning under the big black man’s sway, furiously kissing back. The woman’s face was obscured but she was panting and occasionally uttering a high-pitched squeal as Geoffrey found a certain place inside her that sent her over the edge.

Linda chuckled. “Typical,” she said to herself, because Oli wasn’t really listening, too happy in his safe spot, legs still tight to her waist.

She took him inside and upstairs, to a room at the top of the house overlooking the ambiently lit front lawn, and gently pressed Oliver into the bed, gently removing her long fleshy butt-plug as she did so. Oli gasped as he felt the emptiness inside him, and her thick cream slowly splurged from his asshole onto the bed. His entire body felt weak, smiling as his body sank into the pillowy duvet.

Linda watched dotingly as Oli’s eyelids fluttered and he began to drift off to sleep, breaths becoming deeper and slower. She was happy enough to sit up beside him, watching his chest rise and fall, dwarfed by her king-sized bed.

Oliver was going to love sleeping here from now on, Linda thought with a smile.