Escort Toy-Boy

Finally, the phone rang. I was anxiously waiting for that call all day. After brief conversation, it was set. I will meet Ms Drowney and her guest at her place on Thursday, 8 PM. Sharp.

To elaborate a little bit…I met Mrs. Drowney about two years ago, when I had (unsuccessfully) tried to be an escort. I was in college, eighteen, no money, and with lots of things on “wish list”. Back then I had a girl, but since I had to leave my town for college, we soon broke up. In new surroundings, I meet some new girls, but except for one-night-stands, nothing more happened. I guess in that age, that is OK. I tried to sell myself as an escort, posting pi on internet and in local gym, where I was regular. I had couple of calls, but two of them were like 50-year old ladies, so I soon took off ads. No way, man! I am not doing no old scrawny ladies that had just won bingo, and decided to burn that money on some young meat just before they crook. No way... But, apparently, the add on the web did get me in touch with Mrs. Drowney. She was a stunning 35-year old brunette, with good body; she was lawyer by day, but she had more lucrative and definitively more interesting hobby. She didn’t like to call her self a Domina, or Mistress; she was address herself as “Coordinator”, which was kinda suitable for high-paid corporate lawyer. Her specialty was to “ find persons with special needs, and matching them up”, as she would like to call it. Well, she had certainly found me. She contacted me by e-mail; very professional, never B.S. about anything, she offered me a well-paid position. After initial meeting and couple of “test-drives”, I got in…

To say at least, her clientele was diverse. I knew that she is providing a lot of kinky stuff around town, but, since I told her my limits, she would never put me with a client that I would refuse to serve. Yup, I become a boy-toy for a rich females. Of course, Mrs. Drowney did not pick me just because of my looks. I am 6.1, lean, dark-haired with blue eyes. Ever since prep school, I was involved in lots of sports, and now I was keeping fit by regularly working out. But muscled body would get me nowhere if I wasn't generously hung. I measure good 9 inches, with nice bulbous head; but I receive lots of compliments on my balls; they hung low, and they are huge. Lots of times I knew that just letting them slap against girl’s vagina I can make them come.

Tonight was a little special night. About week ago, Mrs. Drowney called me and told me that Renee is coming from Paris. Renee is about 20, only child from rich daddy, and you know what that means. Personally, I would maybe like her, but that girl was plain mean and vicious. I still remember the way she was being rough with my body while I was serving her. But, that meant that I could get that new Honda 969 RR…Oh,man, what a machine! Mrs. Drowney send me a instruction sheet. First: To put myself “On Hold” for a week. That means that I cannot relief myself at all, for whole week. Normally, I don’t need “vacation”; I can shoot a copious load three-four times a night. But for the whole week! Man! Secondly: I got instruction for the gym. Obviously, Renee had planned this in her pretty red-haired head. I was supposed to buff up my lats and shoulders, plus”special attention to pecs”. Wow, talking about being picky. Oh, well, it is only one night, right?

So the Thursday finally came. I was already regularly taking cold showers and ice baths; my balls were full of cum, and I was so horny that I had to stay at home all day, since I couldn’t subside my now almost permanent erections. Only thing I could do was to do pushups and weights to keep me going. At six, I started to get ready. I couldn’t be late. Even dress code had to be to Renee’s satisfaction: plain white briefs, plain white tee, 501 jeans and sneakers. On my way over to house that she rented, I had to do anything to keep my mind off any sexual toughs, but when I ran the door bell, my cock was already going way ahead of me, straining front of my jeans. After couple of moments, I heard footsteps, and door opened. There was Renee; she looked even more beautiful from the time I last seen her. Her hair was neatly cut, and she wore a neat little dress, just below the knees, like some schoolgirl. Just that site made my groin painful form ache.
“Oh, I see you are here, Matt. Come in here” She actually smiled at me. Hm, is that means that she is going to be not so bitchy this time? As I walked into the living room, I noticed that we are not alone. On the sofa was sitting young girl, maybe 15-16 years old. She stood up to great me. Blond hair, kinda skinny, but her tits were already very nice and round and oh-so-firm. Next to her was a guy; maybe 17 or 18 years old. Tall and slim with broad shoulders, but not too muscular. The guy didn’t stood up like girl did, immediately giving me some ‘tude in his look. Then I realize that I still had a fairly big bulge sticking out; so I crossed my hands in front of me. What is going on? Nobody told me that there will be more people?{br} “Matt, this is Michelle, my friend from Paris, and her boyfriend Patrick. They are not speaking too much of English, but I will be there to make stuff more easy”[br}” Achante” I said- the only word on French that I knew. Beside French-way. Renee laughed at my confused looks;” Oh common, Matt, they wont bite! You want something to drink?” –“ Yeah, Coke will be great, thanx” I muttered. Mrs. Drowney didn’t told me anything about these two. I cannot wait for them to leave so I can get to Renee. I am going to fuck her brains out. She will remember me for a long time and I will make sure that she won’t forget about last week that I had to put my cock into ice three times a day. But, after she brought us drinks, she just sit with us and basically chitchat with them in French. I was feeling like fifth wheel. Well, if she won’t use my services tonight, I will still get some money. But, situation in my crotch was getting alarming, since sitting in tight jeans was not making stuff any easier for me. Plus, I was feeling hot; is AC on at all?
” how do you like your drink?” asked me Renee.
”Well, it’s OK; listen, if you want to reschedule-“[br}”No”she interrupted me sharply”you are here tonight to serve a purpose, and if you are up to your task, you will be reworded nicely. Also, you might feel a little warm now. It is because of drug that was in your drink. I discovered it in Paris, and it is very expensive, but it is worth every penny.”
“Drug? Huh…but why? I don’t need any dr-“
“ It is not your choice, It is there to make you more compliable, since I will ask you tonight for more then usual. Michelle and I have discovered we have to have someone…expendable for this task”
“Expendable…what you mean by that…”I uttered. My head was already swimming, and I could feel my mind loosing itself. Strangely, I was not drowsy. [br}” Michelle had discovered that she will have most satisfying orgasm if she is hurting her partner during sex. Now, since she plan to keep her boyfriend, we choose you to practice on. OK?”
”OK…but I still get to fuck you, right…?…I think…”
She sat next to me, shoving her hand into my crotch :” you don’t understand, stud-boy…you are just a peace of meat to us. Your sole purpose is to try to give us some pleasure. Got that?”
”Yes…I hope that I have served you well in the past…”
”You were good introductory model for me…now lets see if you can try do my level! On your feet!” she told me. Then, I had to get my shirt off, and pose in front of both of them. Michelle was fascinated with my body. She got up, barely reaching to my chin, and walked around me, touching me and feeling my muscles. That was so immense for me that my cock started to buck in my pants. She saw that, and told Renee something in French.
”Take off our clothes”. I willingly obliged, tossing my jeans and shoes to corner. Again Something in French. “Stand right, and look straight in front of you”. I was more then willing to stand for this petite blond to examine me. My penis was fully erected, and it was bobbing in rhythm of my hearth. Michelle stared at my organ like its something outta space. “Magnific” she uttered. Then she continued to inspect my reproductive organs. She lowered her head to examine close my testicles. Smell of her hear made me stiff. Again, something in French. “Stay still” Renee said. Michele very lightly ran her hand across my shaft, then grabbed lightly edge of my glans with her fingertips. Precum started to ooze from tip of my cock. Then she lowered her hands to my balls, kneading them, feeling texture, lifting them up. She looked at me and asked me. Renee translated.
”What is your pain tolerance?”
”Huh?…I dunno…normal I guess.” Funny as it is, I was answering on that question like it is nothing out of ordinary. “Spread your legs” Renee told me.” Michelle wants to see how much you can take.”
”Take…take of what?”
”She will test you. Stand still while she is doing you.” I spread my legs. Michelle ran her hands over my tights, feeling muscles. Then she grabbed my balls, with both hands this time, and started to pull. I almost felt proud that she is not capable to inflict too much pain since she didn’t have too much strength in her hands to pull my balls down hard enough; but I didn’t know that she is just making them hanging low, and more vulnerable for her to hurt me. Then, she let me go. For a brief moment nothing happened, then I felt sharp pain. She hit me with her hand, making my balls to swing. I winced a little, but it wasn’t really strong. I almost laughed. Ha, she hit like girl. But then, she took my balls again in her hands; this time she held them with left hand, making them steady and nice target. Them she slammed me with fist of her right hand, right across both of my testicles. I screamed, and nearly fell over. Pain was unbelievable, spreading trough my belly. She caught me in my fall, making me stay on my feet while I was trying to cup my organs. She was caressing my hair and hugging me, telling me something in French that I couldn’t understand. Finally, pain dulled away enough for me to stand straight again. My erection was gone; my cock was still full, only it was hanging over my painful balls. Both Michelle and Renee looked closely at my genitals. Renee nodded her head, and smiled at me, while Michelle was caressing me, running fingers over my body, patting my muscles on my stomach like I was some kind of a race horse that had just won a race. At the same time, she was speaking softly to my cock, like she was saying that she is sorry for all pain that I endured. All that attention soon started to reflect on my cock. It started to grow rapidly, raising its head towards Michele’s face. She was looking at it, fascinated at rate of its growth. I released my aching balls. Now she wasn’t running just her fingers over my body; she was now stroking my torso, feeling every muscle. In no time, my cock was rigid again, and I was standing proudly in front of her, relaxed and feeling surge of hornines going to my head. Then, it all changed in second. Renee stood back a step; it got my attention just for a second, so I missed Michelle’s action. Faster then a snake, she nailed me in my nads with her right fist, with a powerful swung from bottom up, pounding them both like she wanted to drive both of them into my body. Later I realized that just before that, she grabbed my butt to ensure that she had good, steady target. All that caressing and sweet talk was just to make my cock stiff and outta of her way so she can nail my nuts! Relaxed and horny, I was a perfect target.
I was screaming in agony. Pain was unbearable. I was gasping for breath, curled on the floor with both my hands cupping my nuts. I couldn’t feel anything except pain that was consuming my body. And something else…I realized that Michelle is actually holding her hands on me...I don’t’ understand…she is still feeling my muscles…then it struck me: Little bitch is getting off form me rolling in agony! She is just enjoying the way my muscles are now hard as rocks on my body form me being in such a pain!

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