This story continues on from "Scott is trained as a slave" . This chapter works as a stand-alone story.
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Scott became a regular customer at 'Elégance Lingerie'. As he took on more clients he found it paid to have a greater variety of underwear. Kate had always advised wearing skimpy knickers was a very easy way of pleasing a client. Sandro was always welcoming and although Scott found it embarrassing the way he was made to stand naked in the middle of the shop, the discounts were generous. This time Scott was trying on some brief light blue satin knickers, edged in black lace. They felt wonderful and Scott thought they showed off his body to great advantage.
He was just admiring his bottom when Sandro asked him to come through to his office. This was a slight surprise, but Scott assumed he was going to get his wrist slapped for late payment. So it was with some confidence he walked through.
The office was small, lined with books and furnished with some black and white prints of both boys and girls in various erotic poses.
Scott thought he should probably have grabbed a T shirt before coming through, as he felt a little exposed just dressed in knickers, but he was sure the lecture would be relatively quick. When he sat down he noticed a pile of photographs on the desk, and as Sandro hadn't said anything he idly started flicking through them. He might have started in a casual manner, but as he looked at the prints he rapidly became a lot less relaxed. They were all of him, and more to the point he was stark naked in most of them. They varied from the frankly pornographic shots, (such as him sucking a dildo) to the artistic (moody shots of him naked but a hand or leg strategically placed so he retained his modesty). There were also numerous shots of him in a variety of sets of knickers and thongs. They must have been taken with a hidden camera.
"Sandro, how the hell did you get these? You have absolutely no right to be taking these photographs. I trusted you, you bastard."
"Scott, don't get excited. What is done is done and being abusive will not help you."
Scott was dumbstruck; he was thinking rapidly, "What did this bastard want?"
Sandro seemed to read his mind, "Scott, I have been doing a little research. I have found that you are formally in your aunt's care whilst your mother is in prison. In fact the court nominated her "a responsible adult". I then discovered you both work at the same whorehouse. To a broad-minded chap like myself, this is understandable, but to your average judge this may appear that your dear guardian has pulled you off the 'straight and narrow' into the life of sex and debauchery. As you may know I am an upstanding citizen, if I were to decide it was my civic duty to pass all this information on to the court, you would be in some trouble. But not nearly the trouble your aunt would be in. We still have wonderful laws from the colonial times about this sort of offence. It was something our founding fathers felt strongly about, so my guess is Kate would go down for two to three years. Your aunt does not strike me as the sort of person who would take to prison life, no Versace or Tiffany, only people wanting to be her special friend. What do you think?"
Scott knew blackmail when he heard it. He was pretty sure he could take anything the courts may throw at him, but knew his aunt was not cut out for prison. He swallowed hard, desperately trying to regain his cool. All he really wanted to do was punch this ugly little shit, but he knew this would not help his negotiating position.
"OK Sandro, I hear what you say. For the record my aunt tried to discourage me from whoring and I am more than prepared to tell any judge this. I am eighteen and it was my choice to work for the agency. This said, I concede your blackmail stands a small chance of succeeding and may cause my aunt some embarrassment in the very short term. So what do you want? Do you want me to sleep with you?"
"Oh Scott you have such a one-track mind. No I just need a favour and merely hoped you might be prepared help. A friend of mine is doing a film and I thought you might like to be in it."
"What does this involve?"
"Now Scott don't be naive, I think you can guess the type of film it is. Anyway you need to take a week off work and be here on the seventeenth. I will send a script though when I get it."
Scott was very subdued when he finally left the shop. Over the next few weeks he tortured himself with possible solutions as to how he could get out of his predicament. He couldn't let Kate go to prison after all she had done for him. Could he ask for help from one of her 'friends' or explain the situation to Miss Mendoza and see if 'Security' would give Sandro a visit? However much he thought every ploy seemed too risky. So in the end he booked some holiday and turned up at Sandro's shop as bidden.
The first thing Scott noticed when he entered Sandro's office was that there were now two new pictures on the wall, Kate and him both naked. God he hated that fat bastard.
"Scott, great to see you. So pleased you decided to honour our deal. I hope you are looking forward to your career in the movie business. But before we set off, I had better have a look at you, please take off your clothes. I hope you haven't had yourself beaten too severely in the last few days."
Sandro then crossed his arms and waited. Reluctantly Scott stripped naked. Sandro approached and stroked Scott's penis. "Still shaving regularly I see, that's good. Ahh, your bottom, not bad at all ... spread your legs ... bend over ... beautiful."
Sandro picked up a camera and took a few photos, "I assume you do anal and oral sex."
Scott answered through gritted teeth, "Yes."
"Perhaps I should have taken up your offer of a night of passion, but I am afraid we don't have time this morning."
Scott did not reply.
"Anyway, you look ready to become a film star. Now we need to create the right first impression, so I have left some clothes out for you."
Scott saw a small pile; the black knickers were tiny, the shorts Sandro had selected were very short, metallic blue and Scott had to squeeze into them, the T shirt was also predictably tight and did not cover his midriff.
Scott had to put up with a constant stream of Sandro's moronic chatter as they drove out of the city. Eventually they arrived at a grand country house. It was a wonderful place, but Scott's heart sank. He had been dreading this for weeks, but he still tried to appear confident as he got out of the car.
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As they walked into the entrance hall, they saw a whole load of technical people setting up their kit. Eventually someone told Sandro where the Director was and they were shown down to one of the dungeons in the basement.
The woman who was evidently in charge saw them as they came in, "Sandro, over here. You have brought me my star."
"Ellen, good to see you. Here's Scott, just raring to go."
"Scott, your photographs don't do you justice. I am pleased you agreed to help me with the film. I take it Sandro passed on the script."
"Yes, no problem."
"Scott, I have become a little formal in my old age. You will call me ma'am when on set. You should also be respectful to the senior technicians."
"Sorry ma'am."
"The working title for the film is 'Cane me, fuck me #4'. The story is still pretty much the same as the original script in that you will play Ted who has been caught dealing drugs in some unspecified European country. You have been taken to a Correction Facility, where you will act out various scenes that all seem to involve you losing your clothes and being tortured by various latex wearing women. As you know, you will not be wearing a mask and will be expected to take several beatings and partake in anal and oral sex. I must warn you I like my movies to be realistic so you will have to endure a fair amount of pain, but Sandro said this was not a problem. Is that OK?"
Scott's heart sank, but somehow he mumbled, "Yes, ma'am."
"We will shoot over the next ten days and hope to have a release date some time before Christmas. Now let me have a look at you."
Scott noticed people had started to mill around as he took off his T shirt then struggled out of his shorts. He was embarrassed that his knickers were so brief.
"Come on Scott, you won't get far in the porn industry if you are afraid to get undressed." Scott took off his knickers and stood naked, hands behind his back, in front of a now considerable audience.
Ellen wanted to see what she had just bought. She always enjoyed breaking in a new submissive, particularly a pretty one like Scott. She liked to dominate and preferably humiliate them from the off. So for the first test she leaned forward and caressed Scott's penis sliding her hand between his legs. Scott did not resist and inevitably he became erect. He looked so sweet as he blushed at his arousal. The audience whispered and giggled at his embarrassment. Ellen then made Scott turn around and stroked his bottom, and finally kneel on the bed and spread his buttocks. Ellen rubbed a large dildo between his thighs, she did not try to penetrate his unprepared arse but wanted him to know what would come later. Scott tried to ignore the ribald comments and even the flashes as the crew took photographs, but what really annoyed him was the fact that Sandro was so obviously revelling in his very public humiliation.
"Scott kneel." Scott got off the bed and still naked knelt in the centre of the room.
Ellen then buckled a collar around his neck, "You will wear the slave collar in all scenes except for the first, when you are arrested." The collaring set off scores of flashes as the crew recorded the event. Scott was too surprised by the turn of events to reply.
Ellen then took a step back and had a long look at Scott, "Nice, very nice. I don't want to see any marks from knicker elastic, so you should get used to either being naked or wearing a robe when we are not shooting. Jenna will you please get Scott a robe, the poor boy looks embarrassed."
