Enticed Pt. 12.2 - Private Audience

Continued from Enticed Pt. 12.1

Thursday night John stopped by. He was some kind of consultant in Gate City. He worked in the same office building as Frank. John told Blaise that Frank told him everything I’d done for him. In my estimation, that was next to nothing. But John was impressed and wanted his own private show.

But Blaise had added the proviso that he be present and be allowed to watch. John had no problem with that. In fact, he thought it would be a turn-on. He actually wanted to see Blaise fuck my throat with the dildo. He even said he’d pay extra to have me cum on his face.

John was a completely different experience from Frank. He willing stripped down as soon as he walked through the front door and wanted the full show. He was wide-eyed and enthusiastic throughout.

He couldn’t keep his hands off his dick. He moaned loudly and often. It was almost annoying.

He came very quickly, but couldn’t wait for me to cum on his face. I had to speed up. Blaise squeezed some extra lube on my cock for me as I was stroking faster than usual.

When I felt my cum rising I jumped up and pushed into John’s face and jacked hard and fast. When I finally came I shot load after load on to his waiting, smiling face.

After he cleaned up, John handed Blaise $400 -- double our price plus a $100 tip.

The next day, Sean called me at 7 p.m. at home. It was unusual because private audience calls were supposed to go to Blaise at work during business hours. But, Sean introduced himself as the guy with the publishing company that had talked to me about my photobook.

 “I want to come talk to youabout publishing your book,” he said, sounding a little nervous. “We want to see if we can come to an agreement on a contract.”

“That’s great!” I said. “When do you want to get together? I’ll have to see about getting off work to come down to your office during business hours. But, -- .”

“No,” he cut me off. “That’s OK. I’ll be happy to come up to meet with you in person.

“In fact, that’s really why I’m calling. I heard you sometimes do -- uh -- private sessions.”

“Oh,” I was a little taken aback. “Sure. I do private audiences a couple nights a week. What did you have in mind?”

“Well, I really like your deep-throat show,” he said, sounding a little reticent. “I mean, I want to talk to you about the book, too. But, if we can -- sort of -- .”

“You want to mix business with pleasure?” I asked.

“Something like that. What’s the cost?”

“No problem. I usually charge $150 for a private show,” I said. “What are you doing Thursday night? Say, 7 p.m.?”

“That would be perfect!” He was enthusiastic now. “And, the money isn’t an issue.”

“What exactly do you want to see?” I asked. “How can I be prepared for your -- needs?”

“I don’t understand.”

“Is there something specific you want to see me do?” I asked. “I mean, besides deep-throat? Is there anything else you want to see? A favorite outfit? Most of my private audiences have favorites they want to see while they - uh - take of their own needs.”

“Well, I - uh - I like seeing your butt plugs,” he said sheepishly.

“What’s your favorite color?” I asked.

“The white one really catches the light.”

“You’ve got it,” I said. “Do you want to watch me strip out of a particular outfit?”

“No. I don’t want to see anything except the butt plug. Is that all right?”

“You won’t see me wearing anything but a plug and smile,” I said. “Will you want to see me remove it?”

“Is that an option?” he asked excitedly.

“Of course,” I informed him. “Almost anything goes at the Lodge.”

“God, I’d love to watch you insert and remove it,” he said. “Is that extra?”

“Not for you.”

Sean rang the bell promptly at 6:55 Thursday. I answered the door completely naked, my cock already prepped to a half-hard state.

“God!” he exclaimed when he saw me. “It’s so amazing to have someone that looks like you answer the door completely naked.”

“I aim to please, Sean,” I said. “Come in and have a seat.” I directed him to the usual private audience chair.

“God, this is amazing,” he said.

I took his coat and offered him a drink. He asked for scotch. Rare, but I was ready for it.

I handed him a glass and sat on my chair right in front of him, pulling my legs up to give him an unimpeded view of my dick and balls.

“What can I do for you, Sean?” My eyes were drilling into his.

“I don’t know. I just know I wanted to see you naked with the plug,” he said. “I didn’t really think it through after that.”

“Undress, Sean,” I ordered him. “Take your clothes off and get yourself hard.”

He complied with my orders without question. When he was naked, I handed him my black leather collar.

“Put this on,” I demanded. “When you’re wearing this you’re my slave, my bitch. You’ll do anything I say. Is that clear?”

“Yes,” he said. “Absolutely!”

I don’t know how I knew. It just occurred to me that Sean liked, wanted, needed to be dominated. So here we are.

“Get on our knees, Sean!” He complied without question. I began stroking my cock. His eyes were locked on it.

“Now, what is your offer concerning my book?”

“We can publish it almost exactly as you’ve created it -- if you can provide the files. We’ll want to re-scan the photos. But, everything else will be almost exactly what you already have.”

“And, ….”

“We can give you twenty percent of all the profits,” he said.

“How much?”

“Thirty percent?”

“What do you expect it will bring in?” I asked, more than half-hard by now.

“We really can’t gauge this sort of thing,” he said, mesmerized. “We’ve actually never published an adult photobook.”

“So, it’s a gamble for both of us,” I said. “I want forty percent of the profits. You put up one-hundred percent of the cost at no penalty to me. You do the sales, promotion, and distribution. And, I get a hundred copies to sell at my shows at cost - payable after the sale.”

“Aw, com’on,” he whined. “Nobody gets that kind of deal. Even the major publishers aren’t that generous.”

“The major publishers don’t have my dick in their faces,” I said, pushing my now hard cock closer.

His eyes were wide staring at my dick inches from his face. I could see the wheels turning in his head.

“OK,” he said. “Whatever you want.”

“Suck this,” I instructed him, thrusting my clear crystal butt plug in his face. “Don’t worry; it’s been sterilized with alcohol.”

He hesitated for a second. But, leaned forward and engulfed the chrome bulb hungrily. I could feel his tongue swirling around it.

I pulled it from his mouth and turned around, pushing my ass in his face as I bent down.

“Push it in,” I ordered, handing him the plug between my legs.

I heard him gasp a little. But, he took the wet plug from my hand and I felt chrome push against my already lubed sphincter.

I barely felt the pressure as he inserted the toy slowly, carefully.

Once it was securely in place, I gave him a low moan and turned to face him again, my hard cock less than a foot from his wide-eyed face.

I looked down to see his own dick was hard and glistening with pre-cum.

“Do you want to cum, Sean?” I asked. “You look ready.”

“Oh, yeah! I really want to cum.” His eyes never left the head of my cock.

“Stroke yourself,” I commanded. “There’s lube on the table if you need it.”

He immediately grabbed his cock with one hand and started gliding it up and down without lube, without a sound, without taking his eyes off me.

“You’re being a very good boy,” I said. “I’m surprised. I didn’t expect you to be so willing.

“Maybe that deserves a reward. Do you want a reward, Sean?”

“Yes.” His voice was barely audible, hoarse, dry.

“Show me your cum,” I demanded, “and maybe I’ll give you that reward.”

He started jacking himself faster then. His breathing became harder.

“That’s it, Sean. Cum for me and I might let you taste my cock. Would you like that?”

He grunted what sounded like an affirmative answer. That set off a wave of groans and whimpers as his hand pumped his dick furiously. I threw the towel from the chair down on the floor in front of him just in time to catch his exploding, spurting cock.

“That’s a good boy,” I said. “Now, give me your mouth.”

He leaned forward and engulfed my straining cock. I grabbed the back of his head and pumped in and out until I was breathing as heavily as he was and my cock was pulsing, ready to cum.

“Do you want it in your mouth or on your face?” I asked.

“Both,” he gurgled with my dick filling his eager mouth.

I resumed pumping and when the explosions started, I let the first, thickest wads fill his mouth. Then I pulled out and painted his face with white cum. Eventually, I wiped my oozing cock over his gooey face until there was nothing left to give him.

It was the first time any other man had tasted my cock. When I described the scene to Blaise later, he said he had no problem with me using whatever I had to in order to get the best deal possible.

In hindsight, this was the best deal I could have made. Eventually, my photobooks sold thousands of copies, selling out three print runs. To be honest, I knew that eventually my cock would be in another man’s mouth, hand or ass. At least, the first time it would result in a financial and promotional gain.

And, even though I had told Sean the cost of a private audience, I refused to take his money when we were finished. He left smiling and left me smiling at the deal I’d made.

Blaise scheduled one or two private shows each week. Some of them were repeat customers, like “John.” I assumed most of the names they gave me were fake. I came on John’s face about every other week. And, every time he paid double plus another $100 tip.

But, one of the most memorable private shows was one I did for Johnny in early November.

Johnny wanted me in street clothes -- jeans, shirt, tennis shoes. He wanted to see me undress as if we were on a date. Then he wanted us to watch each other jack off. He specifically said he wanted us to watch each other. He didn’t want to just watch me and maybe touch himself. He wanted mutual masturbation as if we were on a very safe date.

It was unusual because most private shows were based on my regular acts. The men just wanted to see their favorite acts in private so they could “join in” by taking care of themselves while they watched. And, part of the draw of my shows was that they could see something unusual, something they hadn’t seen before, whether costuming or unusual sex acts.

This guy just wanted a safe sex date.

I wondered if I should give him a little something unusual anyway. I asked Blaise if he thought I should wear a thong under my jeans as a surprise for Johnny.

“You’ll need to come up with something different,” he said. “He’s seen you in costume. He wants the everyday you. It’ll be a turn-off if he sees you wearing any part of your costume.”

“So, if we were on a date, and you were going to see me undress for the first time, what kind of underwear would you find sexy?” I asked him. “What would you want to see me take off for you for the first time?”

“Well, I’ve always liked your little bikini briefs you wear,” he said. “They show a lot of skin; they’re sexy; and they’re normal underwear you can buy at Kmart.”

“That makes sense,” I agreed. “I might go buy a pack of smalls so they’re tighter and they show a little more.”

“I might like that, too.”

Two nights later when Johnny showed up, I was waiting in clothes I had worn to work one day the previous week. Actually, I probably would wear them in the morning. A pair of Levi’s, a blue button-down, and a pair of Nikes was a normal day for me. I assumed -- and Blaise agreed -- it would be appropriate for a casual date with a man or a woman.

Johnny was an inch or so taller than me, but very thin. His short brown hair was a little curly and unkempt. He was wearing roughly the same outfit as I. He smelled of cigarettes with a hint of pot.

I ushered him in and offered him a drink. He took a beer and sat in the towel-covered chair I used for all my private audiences.

“So, what do you do for a living, Johnny?” I asked. I wanted to give him time to drink his beer and loosen him up. His nervousness was more obvious than most.

He drank half of his beer in one long swig.

“Uh -- road construction,” he said. “Can we just go ahead -- and -- ?”

“Sure,” I said and began unbuttoning my shirt.

He watched me pull it out of my jeans and drape it over my chair a few feet in front of him. He took another long guzzle of beer as I bent to untie my shoes and pull them off. He finally started unbuttoning his own shirt when I straightened back up.

He pulled his shirt out of his jeans, but didn't remove it. His thin chest was darkly tanned. He obviously worked outside. He looked back at me. I had been waiting to make sure he was watching before I pulled my jeans off.

When his eyes locked on to my hand on my jeans, I popped the button and slowly unzipped. I noticed then that his breathingwas elevated. His chest was showing signs of sweat.

I pushed the denim down to reveal a white pair of bikinis that were nearly as tight as my trunks. Red pubic hair was peeking out from the top and both sides. My dick formed a bit of an arch pushing the tight cotton out.

I wasn’t even half-hard yet. Once I started growing, I would push right out of this tiny triangle.

I pushed my jeans to the floor and stepped out of them.

“Stop there,” Johnny said hoarsely.

I sat back on the arm of my chair and assumed a modeling pose with one foot up in the chair to spread my legs and give him a good view of my barely covered crotch.

Johnny began rubbing his own groin through his jeans. I could see they already were tight. He finished his beer in one quick gulp while one hand squeezed and rubbed his hidden package.

He stared intently at my groin. In my current position, he could see into my bikini because of how much my now growing cock tented the tight fabric. Now that I was sitting, a generous portion of the back panel was between my cheeks.

Johnny set his empty bottle down and grabbed his jeans and practically ripped them open. Out jumped this enormous slab ofmeat that was easily nine inches long and nearly twice as thick as mine.

My eyes shot open in shock. I was barely able to keep quiet. But, I’m sure he noticed some kind of reaction. He must’ve been used to it.

“There’s a bottle of lube right there,” I pointed to the table beside him.

He began stroking himself with one hand and reached for the lube with the other.

He looked like a porn actor the way he so nonchalantly rubbed and stroked his massive cock. I could tell it was growing stiffer. But it never changed size. I didn’t envy him that. Of course, I would have paid real money for my erect dick to be that big. But, I didn’t want to have to carry that much around in my pants all the time.

“Do you want me to do anything yet?” I was feeling a little useless.

“Pull it out,” he said. “But, leave them on.”

I pushed the small triangle of fabric down below my balls, freeing my now half-hard cock. I began to stroke it lightly.

“Not yet,” Johnny said. He kept pumping his own thick meat at a moderate rhythmic pace, staring at my now bare cock.

“Hold it for me,” he said. “Just hold it around the base.”

I wrapped my fingers around my shaft, immediately feeling it begin to respond. Even without stroking it, it was starting to swell. Johnny seemed to know something about the slow burn that even I hadn’t tried.

I well knew that being the center of sexual attention was very erotic - even without being touched. But, this was different, even more subtle. I liked it.

Johnny’s speed was increasing with his breathing.

“Now,” he breathed. “Jack it. Let me see it hard.”

I began stroking, watching his hand and cock nearly as intently as he was watching me. I unconsciously matched his speed and found myself fully hard in seconds.

“Good,” he said. “Keep going. Just like me.”

I was in a trance, mesmerized by the movement of Johnny’s tanned hand rising and falling on his huge cock and his low, calm, breathy voice.

We sat watching each other masturbate for nearly twenty minutes. I was just beginning to feel my surge rising as Johnny suddenly moaned and began jacking his cock furiously. The sudden change was startling.

I sped up with him, but didn’t match his ferocity. If he wasn’t covered in lube, he would have started a fire.

Seconds later, he leaned back in the chair, arching his back in a pose that looked painful, if not humanly impossible. I watched a stream of white cum rise from his dick a full four feet in the air. It literally looked like he was pissing into the air.

He released only one long stream like that. And, somehow every drop of it landed on his chest. He dropped his heavy cock on to his belly and his hands and arms went limp. His breathing sounded as if he’d just finished a marathon.

Still his eyes never left my groin. I continued pumping my dick.

“Finish,” he said. “I want to see it. I want to see your cum.”

I sped up a little and rolled my cock head, causing me to jump and grunt quietly.

“Yes,” Johnny said. “Let me hear you. I like to hear you.”

I let myself go then. Sometimes I hold back on being noisy. Now I let Johnny hear everything and gave him a little extra on the side.

He made generous use of the baby wipes I had on the table beside him while he continued to watch and listen to me.

He could tell I was close and sat up, leaning close to me.

“Cum in my hands,” he pleaded, holding out his cupped hands. “Please, let me have your cum.”

I stood up and made sure my dick was aimed over his hands. After his hypnotic behavior and how easily and quickly heseemed to take charge of my body and responses -- when that’s supposed to be my job, this attitude of neediness and begging was a complete turnaround. Suddenly, I was in charge again.

After rolling my palm over my head a few times, I couldn’t control my convulsions and my cum spewed out into his waiting palms. It looked like he caught every drop.

When the projectile cum subsided, I backed up a step, cum still oozing out and over my fingers.

Johnny held his hands up to his face and began lapping up my puddle of cum.

I had cleaned myself up and had my jeans back on before he was satisfied he had cleaned all of me off his hands.

He stood up and buttoned his shirt. I remained shirtless and offered him another drink.

“No, thanks,” he said. His tone was warmer now, more friendly.

I decided I needed one and popped the lid, leaning back on the arm of my chair.

When he stuffed his shirt back into his jeans and zipped and buttoned them, he reached into a front pocket.

“Here,” he said, extending his hand. “This is for you. That was amazing!”

“No,” I said. “You keep it. It was pretty amazing for me, too! Thank you!”

He looked at me with a strange expression. I got the feeling he wasn’t used to receiving, just giving.

Samuel and Evan came up to say they really enjoyed my show two days later. They’d never seen anything like that. I was really opening their eyes about things.

“We’re just sorry we can’t come to every show,” Samuel said. “We just can’t get away or even really afford it.”

“Well, I’m thinking about dropping the donation after the first of the year,” I said. “I’m getting so many people in here, I can get away with charging a little less.

“But, hold on just a minute.”

I called Blaise over.

“Take Sam and Evan to the kitchen and give them their money back,” I said. “They’re VIPs here.”

Their faces showed a little surprise. But, Blaise just had them follow him through the crowd.

A few minutes later they both made their way back to me to tell me they had to leave since they had to make up a cover story to get away in the first place. I told them they were welcome at any of my shows and they would always be considered VIPs, my special guests.

Two weeks later, just before I got naked, I was able to announce that my first photobook was being professionally published and would be available for purchase at book stores across the state and at my shows.

However, it was at that show that a new audience member I’d never seen approached me and asked if I remembered Johnny.

“Of course, I do,” I said. “How could I forget Johnny?”

“Well, I hate to be the one to tell you, but he killed himself last week,” he said.

It turns out he had AIDS, he said.

“He felt like there was no hope,” he said. “But, he had specifically mentioned how important you and your attention were to him.

“You made him feel like there was nothing wrong with him. You didn’t see him as sick or tainted.”

“How could I?” I asked. “I had no idea.”

“He said he loved how normal your ‘date’ made him feel,” Johnny’s friend said. “He hadn’t had a date of any kind since the diagnosis five years ago. You gave him the last hour of normalcy he had.”

I had to catch myself. The lump in my throat nearly choked me much worse than any dildo. I said a few words. I don’t remember what. And, immediately excused myself.

I had never imagined that my ridiculous performances would have an effect of any importance on anyone. To hear that I helped someone facing a death sentence - if only for a few minutes -- it was almost too much.

It took me a couple minutes to compose myself. Before heading back out to my audience. I made sure everyone raised a glass to Johnny before they left.