(NOTE TO READERS; this story contains some CFNM, CMNM, extreme bondage, sadism, masochism, piss play and abusive language; as well as bisexual and homosexual activity as part of a MMF 3-way)
The experiences on the set of 'Vampire Vixens' left me a bit pissed off as well as frustrated and horny. Every time I though about Bambi, Thumper and their incredibly bountiful breasts, I found myself beating off.
I really needed to FUCK! I didn't want to hit some bar for a pick-up. I wanted Callie. I wanted to put my plus-sized manhood deep inside her and wreck her hot, wet, pink pussy. I only wished that her husband Harrison didn't need to be involved. The way he kept putting his hands on me really creeped me out. It had been made very clear that if I wanted Callie, Harrison would be in charge of the situation.
The fact that they were willing to pay me a large sum of money for being part of their sex games made it tempting in spite of the danger. Maybe the danger was part of the appeal as well. I had read the paperwork that Harrison had given me. The scenario he proposed was elaborate and disturbing.
I resigned myself to the fact that sex, money and even danger were turn-ons. I convinced myself that the money would tide me through any periods of unemployment and allow me to make more contributions to the retirement fund that the FD Corp. had started for me. I had to think of the future. What if I didn't get more modeling or movie work? After all, my 'Randy the Rod' persona was confined to a narrow niche.
For the moment things were going pretty well. My agent, Shirley called to tell me that Rusty Myerson was satisfied with my work, more or less.
"Yes Randy, Rusty seemed pleased. At least I think he seemed pleased. Is there anything you want to tell me?"
I remembered how I had been somewhat physically and sexually abused during and after the shoot, but I didn't feel like running off to my agent like some scared kid who had been bullied.
"No Shirley, I think things went pretty much as Rusty expected. The crew wasn't exactly friendly, but no one was hostile either. I was OK with things."
"I'm glad to hear that. Rusty told me that he is working on a new script and planning a much larger part for you."
"Oh?"
"Yes, he said that the part he has in mind will be much more involved with more scenes and even dialogue. He said that after your performance in 'Vampire Vixens' he wants to see that you get just what you deserve. Isn't that an odd thing to say?"
"Yeah...that is...odd. I guess I'm both apprehensive and excited."
"Wonderful. By the way, the fashion magazine is about to hit the stands here. It's sold very well in Europe. I'll make sure you get some copies. Otherwise, everything's quiet. I'll let you know if there are any work offers. Bye for now!"
My bosses, Jane and Ted were so pleased with the results of the chastity cage test that they gave me 10 days off with pay. I figured this was a good enough time to quench my lust for Callie and make a nice pile of cash. I called Harrison and made the arrangements. Once the contract and non-disclosure agreement were signed, we were set to go.
Harrison decided on hosting our scenario very late at night in the middle of the week. About half an hour before I was to be picked up, a package arrived at my apartment containing the clothing I was to wear. I just had time to dress.
The shirt was a shade of blue that matched my eyes. It looked like one of those Polo or LaCoste pullover shirts from the '70s. The fabric, however, was very, very thin. It was stretchy and tight and barely fit over my muscular torso. The bottom hem was cut short to show off my abs and 'treasure trail.' It seemed as though it might tear if I flexed too much.
The pants looked like denim jeans, but in the same stretchy but fragile fabric. The waist was cut so low that the base of my cock was almost exposed as was the top of my butt crack. The back seam rode up my ass, molding and defining my bubble butt. The inseam was short, hitting the middle of my sculpted calves and making them look even more muscular.
There was one button barely keeping the fly of the jeans closed. The pants had been tailored so that I had to push my cock and balls over to my right side. My goodies made a VERY sizable bulge.
I ran to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirrored shower wall. I gasped in disbelief. When I moved around in the light, from certain angles, the clothes looked almost transparent! The fabric over my crotch had been distressed so that the contours of my dick were clearly defined. It was easy to see that I was circumcised. As I walked, the fabric gently rubbed against my genitals. The sensation was very arousing. There was a pocket that just fit my key and I.D. There was no place to put my cell phone.
The only other clothing I was allowed was a beat up pair of sneakers. Unbelievably, as I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt my dick getting hard. I looked like some street hustler who could get arrested for indecent exposure...and it turned me on!
I had let Vera know when and where I was going to meet Harrison and Callie. She tried to talk me out of it, but I was thinking with my cock and not my head. To sweeten the deal, Harrison had already provided me with a cash deposit for my services in advance. It was an amount that made me glad that I had gotten that safe installed at home and made me want to collect the rest of the booty.
Harrison had told me that our rendezvous would give him a chance to make use of a product that he was considering investing in. I would be taken to my destination in a driverless taxi. I had been given instructions to wait in the alley behind my apartment complex. Further instructions would be available in the taxi.
At the appointed time, a small car pulled up beside me. The lights flashed, and the rear passenger door opened. I got in. Sure enough, there was no driver. There was also no door handle or window button. I was pretty much trapped in the taxi. I tried to remain calm, having learned from Vera that Harrison and Callie were indeed, VERY kinky but would never actually harm anyone.
There was a note on the seat.
'We hope our studly hustler is up and ready for a wild night. First you will be taken to a street in Hollywood called Selma. It was a popular pick-up place for gay hustlers in the 1970s. The taxi will let you out; you will walk along the street and every so often, turn back as though you were hitch-hiking. The taxi has a camera trained on you. Callie and I will be watching. Have fun.'
The taxi drove me up to Hollywood Blvd. It was mid-week and very late. I was glad there weren't too many people or cars around. We got to a side street, the taxi stopped and the door popped open. I got out and started walking slowly away. The taxi slowly followed at a distance. I considered getting out of there but I didn't have my cell phone to call an Uber or money for a bus. Besides, in certain angles in the bright street lights I looked almost naked. I was sure to be arrested and my wardrobe would be hard to explain.
The Hollywood night was very balmy and I was starting to sweat. Parts of Selma were a bit dark and creepy. I turned back to hitch-hike only if there were no other cars coming. The thought of finally penetrating Callie had me feeling horny and uninhibited. Since they were watching through a camera feed I thought I might as well give them a show.
I stopped and leaned against one of the streetlamps. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of the jeans. I slowly ran my fingers along the shaft of my cock. I could feel it swelling and lengthening through the thin fabric. I leaned my head back into the light from above and gave my best 'Hollywood' smile. I took my right thumb out of my waistband and pointed it upwards in the classic hitch-hiker pose. For good measure, with my left hand I pulled open the fly of the jeans, exposing a bit of golden pubic bush.
Harrison and Callie must have liked what they saw. The 'ghost-taxi' quickly pulled up in front of me. The headlights were aimed right at my crotch. My cock was straining against the thin, stretchy fabric. I stuck an index finger in my mouth, sucked on it for a moment and then used the wet fingertip to trace the visible ridge of my cock head. The taxi blinked its headlights. This time the front passenger door opened and I got in. There was another note on the seat with more instructions.
'You will be taken on a short ride through the streets of Hollywood. The address you have been given is an abandoned property, the ruins of what was once the lair of a famous silent picture star. Callie and I are waiting for you there.'
The taxi glided silently up and down Hollywood Blvd. and the surrounding streets. Whenever we passed people on the sidewalks, they peered in, curious about the moving car with no driver. Quite a few people looked in and gave me the once-over in my blatantly sexual get-up. Harrison and Callie must have been parading me around like a trophy. The taxi headed towards the Hollywood Hills. We headed silently up one of the very old dark and winding streets. We stopped at a property at what must have been the crest of a hill. The chain link fence boasted several 'No Trespassing' signs. There was an open gate with a chain and padlock hanging limply down.
