AN ESCORT'S DIARY - Part 28
By
Peter Amore
Being A Bad "Boy"
October 2002
DISCLAIMER: This story is true, but names and physical location have been changed to protect the parties to the story. It depicts homosexual acts between men who are all consenting adults. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO READ THIS STORY OR IF IT IS ILLEGAL IN THE PLACE YOU LIVE OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL PLEASE LEAVE.
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Copyright: 2002 - Author: Peter Amore - All Rights are Reserved.
PeterAmore696@hotmail.com - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This is the twenty-eighth in what I plan to be a continuing series of my experiences as a male escort and in my private life. I also plan on including stories recounted to me by clients, fellow escorts and my partner who is also an escort.
For those of you who have not read my previous stories, let me tell you something about myself.
I have been escorting for over 2 1/2 years. Through an agency for part of the time and on my own for the remainder. I live in the Philadelphia area, which is known as the City of Brotherly Love. I am 28, but look like 25, 5'8", 155 lbs, light brown hair and brown eyes. I am cut, have a 6.5-7 inch dick, a 32" waist and a nice "bubble" butt. I am sexually versatile, but more a bottom, not big on the anal thing, although I do get fucked. I prefer to be on my stomach, but will do whatever the customer wants. I like to get rimmed, but don't do it myself. I will only have safe sex (with a condom). I do suck, but don't swallow. I can say that I have the most fun while the client and I are 69ing, but, again, the customer is always right. I have had several customers who have given me tongue baths, which I find hot and have been a Cock and Ass Sundae on occasion. Not that it means much, but I am a college graduate, so I can carry on conversations at all levels and have been invited to many parties. I am 100% gay but very straight acting.
Now for the story ---
Te experience I have elected to share with you is about a call that I was asked to do back in the spring. I was asked to do the call at a time when I was having a little personal trauma and really needed to work. I had not done a lot of overnight calls in a while and was not really accustomed to doing them but never ruled the possibility of them out.
I was called by the service and asked if I would consider going up to Cape Card for a three day, two-night call. I thought to myself that it seems like a long time to spend with an unknown stranger, but I needed the money so why not do it.
I accepted the assignment but was not given a lot of details. All I was told was that it was an older gentleman who lived on Cape Cod. This sounded appealing enough so I agreed. I took the train up from Philadelphia to Providence, Rhode Island early on a Monday morning. I was to meet the client in Providence. Then we would drive out together to Cape Cod.
After leaving for the Cape for my call where I was expected to be a submissive boy who needed the guidance of a firm hand, the owner of the service called me and he informed me there may be some submission required on my part. I re3ally did not think much of this because the people who man the phones at the service I work for really don't know what's going on half of the time.
On the other had they (the people at the service) like to stir up trouble between escorts who are dating. Not serious trouble but just a little soap opera drama to keep things interesting.
While I was on the train heading to Providence, still not quite sure of what to expect my boyfriend tried to reach me on my cell phone. He could not get through because of the lack of reception.
He called the agency to see if they had recently spoken with me. When he spoke to the owner of the service the owner volunteered more information about the call I was about to arrive at than was even offered to me.
The owner told my boyfriend that the client at the Cape was very interested in my submission and a lot of spanking.
This is what I mean by the service stirring up a bit of drama. In turn my boyfriend who was unable to reach me felt as though I may have know this information prior to leaving and was concealing it from him.
He would be bothered for two reasons. The first reason being that if a call is going to be slightly out of the norm, we usually share the details with each other ahead of time.
The second reason is envy over the fact that my boyfriend has fantasized about serious spanking and submission fantasies with me. He at the time thought it would be unfair of me to share this with a client before indulging his fantasies.
If only I had known all the details before I went I could have avoided what was to happen.
I met the client at the specified time. He was an older guy maybe in his late fifties or early sixties. We greeted each other and headed for his car for the one-hour journey to his home on Cape Cod.
As we drove his demeanor changed from being pleasant and amicable to a sterner one. He told me that I was now working for him and I was under his control. I was taken back at first but became more intrigued by the thought of being submissive. I am always intrigued by being submissive and being under the control of another human being. I guess that's why I enjoy being a bottom in a sexual situation rather than a top.
He then proceeded to give me the list of rules that I was to obey from this time on. They included one that I was always to address him as sir and that I would be referred to as boy. I had to do as I was told. I was then told that these rules only applied when I was in the confines of his home. He said that, if I did not follow the rules and do as I was told, I would be punished. This made my dick start to stir at the thought of being submissive and being punished.
When we arrived at our destination, I realized it was not a home but looked like a motel. I thought this was strange. However it also lead to my excitement due to the fact that the places that are kind of sleazy turn me on. I can get hot just thinking of all the hot sometime anonymous sex that can take place in the rooms. He led me in and told me that he rents the space over the office for his encounters.
When we reached the top of the stairs I was taken back, but excited, by the rather dismal appearance of the room. He said, "What do you think?" To which I replied, "It's OK."
Since I did not say "Sir", he reminded me of my mistake and told me that it would be the last time I would be permitted any such indiscretion without being punished.
He then said rather sternly, "Strip boy so your master can inspect your body!" I stripped down to nothing but a pair of Calvin Klein white briefs and stood almost naked in the shabby apartment. He had me turn around, stick out my tongue, while he felt me all over and checked my teeth like you would check a piece of cattle or like they checked the slaves year ago. But the whole thrill of being inspected by my master in his seedy environment rather turned me on. My erection became quite evident in my underwear but his did not touch me there.
We sat and chatted for a while and I called him sir each time. But then I again slipped up and he told me that now I was to be punished. This immediately got my dick hard.
He then told me to go stand in the corner facing the wall with my head down and hands behind my back and think of what I had done wrong and how I would atone for my actions. While I was standing there I heard him moving about the place and I heard suitcases being opened up. He then came over to me and told me to cross the room and pick out what I was to be punished by.
When I reached the other side of the room, I was sort of amazed by the collection of things that were there. There was everything from a large feather to a very serious looking whip that contained ball bearings in the end of it. Since I had no idea how intense the scene would be, I asked my master to use his hand instead for my first punishment.
He readily agreed. He walked over to a chair and sat down. He said, "Boy, come over here and lie across your master's knees." This was a real turn on for me and I was rock hard which was quite obvious through my underwear. I walked across the room and lay over his knees. While lying there I was told that I had to ask for each slap and after each I had to say. "Thank you, sir!"
Being totally submissive to another person really turned me on. My hard dick was aching for relief and was pressing hard against my master's legs. So, I said, "I have been bad, sir, and have disobeyed the rules. I should be punished to correct the error of my ways." I kept lying down and then asked for one, then, two, and then three slaps, each time saying, "Thank you, sir." With each progressive slap they became harder and my dick was getting hard too. After my punishment I had to go into the corner and stand with my head down. I did this the whole time with a major hard on.
After standing there for a while my master came over and told me to turn around. I did and faced him. He then pushed me down and had me pull down his pants to expose his hard dick. It was only about five inches long and very thin. He told me in a very authoritative voice to "Suck your master's dick and do it right!" He grabbed my head and forced it down on his dick. I did exactly as I was told to do so I would not to get punished even though I wanted more punishment.
I sucked his dick for a little while and he exploded his load all over my chest. So at this point I reached down and grabbed my rock hard throbbing dick. I was told to stop because I did not have permission to touch myself and now I had to be punished once more. I was so hot and horny that I thought I would shoot my load in my underwear.
I again lay across his knees and was punished once again. I figured that at this point having been punished, this time with a strap, I could finally cum but I was told that I couldn't until I was told I could by my master.
We both retired for the night and got ready for the next day.
After spending my entire first day at the Cape enduring punishment I still had not spoken with my boyfriend. At about 12:30 a.m. after the client and I had gone to sleep my phone rang. Obviously it was now functioning again and woke up both the client and me.
I answered and my boyfriend was irritated that I had not called him as I said I would. He was also irritated that I did not share with him the unusual circumstances of the call. I tried to explain that my phone was temporarily out of service and that I did not know the extensive details of the call until I was already on the tyrain. He was accepting of my explanation but firmly said he would take care of this when I returned home.
At this point I was screwed on two ends, no pun intended. When I ended the phone call with my boyfriend the client informed me that a phone call in the middle of the night was not acceptable and that a punishment was deserved.
I had been in my briefs. He told me to take them off and go stand in the corner. I did as I was told. He also told me to shut the phone off.
He told me that he was tired and my punishment was going to have to be short but more firm than typical. He told me I had two choices. He told me the first choice was to bend over his knee and be paddled as hard as he could ten times with little time in between strikes. The second choice was to get a belt from the closet and be strapped eight times on my bare ass. I told him it was his decision and I would obey.
What a mistake! He said that due to the fact that I did not follow directions and choose my punishment I would have to receive both. I did. First he paddled me and then his strapped me. My ass was so red and sore I had to sleep on my stomach.
I woke the next day and found myself tied to the bed. I found this to be extremely erotic. My master then came in and told me that I was his captive until further notice. While at first I was afraid, I was too hot and horny to care. I then told my master that I was ready to submit and do as I was told. I then told him that I needed to go to the bathroom since it was early in the morning and I had to urinate. He replied that he was hoping I would say that.
He then came over, pulled my cock through the opening in my boxer shorts and lowered his mouth on to my semi erect cock and said, "Go." I was not sure I would be able to do it, but I did. I urinated into his mouth and he swallowed every drop.
He then began sucking my now hard dick but told me, "Don't you dare cum!" He sucked me for a while and when I told him that I ws about to cum he stopped and walked out of the room. He then came back in after a while and began sucking my cock again. When I was close he would stop and leave. This went on several times over the course of a few hours. I was hard the entire time.
I was then freed and we stopped for a meal. When we returned the master-boy relationship began again. With each failure on my part to obey the punishment became progressively grew more intense. We escalated from his hand to a strap to a paddle to a whip. Each time I was happy to push my tolerance a little further and began to break the rules intentionally. I did this just so I could go to the corner and await my fate. Then with each punishment the implement became more intense and pleasurable. This went on well into the night. Again I was rock hard but had still not cum.
Finally as it grew late into the second day, both my master and myself grew tired. I knew I would not sleep being so horny with a rock hard dick and an ass that was red and warm but felt so good.
It was then that my master dropped to his knees, pulled down my boxers and took my whole cock into his mouth. Since I had not cum for so long it did not take long for me to shoot a huge load of cum down his throat.
We both then fell asleep equally satisfied. We slept soundly all night. When we awoke the next morning I got into his car and we headed for the train station. He did not speak at all. When we got to the station he paid me my fee, which was $4,000 in $5.00 bills and gave me a tip of $600.00 in $1.00 bills. He also paid me for my train ticket. After I paid the agency their commission I would come away with over $3,000.00, which is not bad for being a bad boy who had to be punished. He left and I then waited for the train back to Philadelphia. All the way home my ass reminded me of what a bad boy I had been, but isn't it more fun to be bad rather than good? It was still a turn on knowing someone else was the boss.
That however was just the cherry on the sundae. When I came home my boyfriend insisted I sit down and write a detailed description of the call. He took the information and said we were going to reenact the scene.
He however slightly varied it by making me wear a jockstrap. I was so sore from the spanking and had welts where the straps from the jock tore into my ass. This hurt even more after the punishment I had endured on the call. He also told me that I would have to pay him for spanking me.
When my boyfriend was done spanking me he insisted on fucking my red ass as hard as he could. I could hardly take it and told him I was about to cum. He told me that I better not or else there would be more in store for me.
After a few more minutes I told him that I would take any punishment he wanted but I had to come. He then tuned me over and took my cock into his mouth. I shot what seemed like a gallon of cum down his throat.
He then told me that he was going to sooth my ass. I was shocked when he started to lick it and even went so far as to lick my ass hole, something he almost never does.
I actually enjoyed the experience but don't think I could do it with such severity very often, but the pay was good.
Well, that's it. I hope I haven't bored you and that you enjoyed this and it led you to get some pleasure. What do you think? Should I continue writing? I would appreciate any suggestions. Let me know and also let me know if you have any stories you want me to relate. PeterAmore696@hotmail.com. All replies will be answered, except flames, which will be ignored.