All characters contained within are entirely fictional; any similarity to any real or fictional person living or deceased is totally unintentional. Do not read this story if you do not enjoy reading about consensual sexual activities of an exhibitionist nature. Otherwise read on......

 

 

CHAPTER 1 - SETTING THE SCENE

 

I want to make one thing clear from the outset, I am proud of being an escort, damned proud indeed. Okay, I know that it's not the most highly respected job in society, but it does have its perks and I'm the best in town by miles! I can hand on heart say that I've never had any complaints from my clients, you may think that this is an egotistical statement for me to make but it's true. What is my secret? I hear you ask, the answer is simple. I interview my clients to ascertain their desires, dreams and goals and then turn their fantasies into reality no matter how hard or impossible it may at first seem. Before I talk about my most recent clients, let's call them Scott and Ryan (for those are their real names), I guess I had better introduce myself to you.

 

My professional name is Austin Mannuelo but my real name is Frank Manchelle and I was born in Austin, Texas (hence my professional first name). As for Mannuelo, well it sounds more Mexican than the French derived Manchelle giving an authentic ring to the whole name. We moved from Austin when I was six years old and settled in San Antonio for the next ten years then finally to Dallas where at the tender age of eighteen I decided I was old enough and street-wise enough to make a life for myself. I did that alright, but not quite how either my parents or I expected!

 

Being young, blonde, handsome and quite muscular I quickly attracted the attention of modelling and film agencies as well as chicken hawks on the gay scene. Although I never had a girlfriend as a kid it had never occurred to me that I would enjoy sex with men, and oh boy did I enjoy it! Once I had tasted cock I just could not get enough of it, whether I had it in my mouth, up my arse, giving or receiving it, I didn't care - just so long as I was getting it! In hindsight this is pretty predictable for an eighteen year old and I must have been easy prey for the older more experienced men and agencies.

 

Within a year I felt like I had it all, well paid modelling jobs, a couple of soft porn films under my belt and as many blokes between my sheets as I could manage. Heaven in a word! I carried on like this for several years getting more blasé about it as I went, I even told my parents, much to their horror. I guess it was when I hit my mid twenties that I started to notice the work was drying up and that younger guys were getting the jobs that I would previously been offered. As for the gay scene, I was old news and the chicken hawks were after younger prey. Fortunately for me, before my paradise came crashing down around my ears my saviour appeared from nowhere; well not literally for he had landed at Dallas Fortworth International Airport in a British Airways plane. Having cruised him in a local bar and he had bought me a drink, he told me his name was Tristan and that he was a script writer for the BBC. He was in Dallas researching material for a new series they were going to be running the following year. Over the next couple of weeks I fell in love with his self assured British mannerisms, I ignored the fact that he was in his fifties, age for me didn't matter. He was funny, attentive towards me and paid for everything (which was a bonus as my wages were by now very modest). So when he suggested I fly with him back to London I leapt at the chance to leave Texas and see some of the world.

 

Our relationship lasted just over five years, by now I was thirty and definitely not a chicken any more, which was perhaps my downfall. One evening out of the blue, as we lay in bed, he calmly told me that we were finished and that he would be moving out very soon. I lay there totally numb, stunned by his announcement, not having seen it coming. I asked him why, had he met someone? All he would say was that he had grown bored of us and was looking for more excitement in his life. Sleep was impossible for me that night, I tossed and turned wondering what to do for the best, do I fly home to the US with my tail between my legs as if I have failed in some way? Or do I stay in the UK where I've made a life for myself and have a large network of friends?

 

Tristan's announcement acted as a catalyst for me, too long I had been content to be his kept boy, that period was over and it was time to crank up the gears and create my own destiny. To cut a long story short I moved out a couple of days later and spent the next couple of months sleeping on friends sofas while I got myself financially sorted out. I was surprised to find that Tristan was keen to separate on amicable terms, perhaps so that I wouldn't have a reason to cause him embarrassment with his job and friends. Whatever his reasoning he paid me off very generously, enough for me to put a deposit down on a modest flat and still have sufficient left to start up my own business. For the next year I devoted my time to establishing my escort agency (Austin Mannuelo Male Escorts Ltd) aimed at the top end of the market and as its reputation grew I was able to employ a few of my friends as escorts too. Our clients paid well and I was able to invest the money into the new company I had set up (Austin Mannuelo Productions Ltd) so that I could diversify and make full use of the new technology surrounding the internet, computers and digital cameras/videos. With the wide network of contacts I have it was relatively straight forward to find attractive and talented guys who would be willing to act as either camera men or impromptu stand-ins when a scene being filmed for a client needed more men for the action parts, if you get my drift. Before long I had a waiting list for clients wanting their sexual activities videoed for posterity or even for sale. Normally it would just be a couple of guys having sex plus the camera man but occasionally it turned into an orgy which was always fun and a real financial bonus as the client was charged per participant. Initially I had rented the flat upstairs when it had become vacant but it was really too close to home for comfort so as the money rolled in I decided to chance my arm by looking for a larger property to buy outright.

 

As my clientele were from all over the country I sought a property near the midlands area and came across the ideal house on the outskirts of Leicester, close to the M1 allowing fast access to it. An old Edwardian house in serious need of renovation it stood in a ten acre plot of land screened by a high brick wall and overgrown trees and shrubbery, perfect! It was whilst I was overseeing this project that I received a call from the office to say that an email had been received with a request a little out of the ordinary and they thought I needed to deal with it. I wasn't very happy as I was already up to my eyeballs with planners, architects and builders but as they say business is business so I had the email forwarded on to my blackberry and this is what the message read:

 

"Dear Sirs,

 

I have visited your website and read with great interest that you can offer special interest videoing services of an adult nature anywhere in the UK. Would this anywhere include hotels and outdoors in a city centre? I am planning a birthday surprise for my partner and hope that you will be able to help me. I live in Manchester and would very much appreciate you contacting me via this email address ONLY as my contact with you must be of the utmost secrecy otherwise the surprise will be spoilt.

 

Thanking you in advance.

 

Yours faithfully,

 

Scott Pinoir"

 

I must admit this did prick my interest, so I replied to Scott's email and in due course arranged a meeting with him at an anonymous looking service station on the M60. My first impression of Scott was that he was charismatic, charming and very open. I would have put him in his late thirties or early forties, carried his age well, startling green eyes with salt and pepper greying hair. Having bought coffees and made ourselves comfortable he produced from his bag a sheaf of papers, spreading them out in front of him he outlined what he wanted from my company.

 

In essence he wanted his partner to be kidnapped for 24 hours, during which time he was to be kept blindfolded at all times so he would not recognise his assailants and be the centre of a pretty much continuous gang bang. There were to be no limits to what was done to him providing no harm or injury was inflicted. He wanted everything to be videoed as the final surprise birthday present as Ryan (the partner) considered himself to be a porn film aficionado. He had drafted a basic story plot; Ryan goes into town with a couple of mates, gets separated from the group and is abducted. He then has loads of sex in a number of locations before ending up in a hotel where still bring filmed his blindfold is removed and finally finds out who has been involved. End of story.

 

I asked him if he wanted me to supply the participants or if he was going to, after a few minutes thinking he said the majority he would find but was happy to pay for a couple of extras and the cameraman of course. The meeting was wrapped up with me agreeing to fine detail the plans and provide a quote for the total costs, which I did by email a few days afterwards.

 

CHAPTER 2 - CONTRACT AGREED & FREE TASTER

 

A week later we (being Scott, myself and Zeb, my cameraman) met up again at Scott's request at a motel to go over the plans, sign the contract and for him to pay the initial deposit. I was curious to know why we needed a cameraman filming us while we do the finalising, so I asked him outright. Scott thought for a moment before replying all business like.

 

"I want to have an accompanying DVD to go with Ryan's main present, a sort of behind the scenes job if you get what I mean. I'm not being funny but this project is going to be expensive so I thought you wouldn't mind throwing in this meeting as part of the package. Oh and there was one other thing I would like included sometime before the main event starts."

 

Nodding slightly I replied "Fair enough, I get where you're coming from. So what's the other thing you'd like included?"

 

"It's a sort of try before you buy. I thought that in order to get Ryan on his own I am going to have to disappear before we're due to go out, otherwise he simply won't leave my side. You're going to have to come up to Manchester and book a room prior to the event, so as long as everything is in place and ready to roll, perhaps we could do a little bit of filming featuring me?" he explained with a particularly appealing look in his eyes.

 

Despite myself I could feel my hard hearted business resolve melting before those sparkling green eyes. I bet they've been used to get his own way many a time I thought to myself. Sighing inwardly, I knew when to give in gracefully, so with a small quirky smile I asked him what he had in mind.

 

"Umm. I guess I have a bit of a fetish for enemas and receiving prostate massages from dominant and active masseurs, is this something you can do?" he asked, for the first time sounding less self-assured.