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I was in a bind. The minor league hockey team I was playing for had just informed me they were sending me up to the next level. That meant a move from Los Angeles to Boston. Normally this kind of news would make my day, but there was one thing in the way. A big thing.

Two years ago I moved to LA straight out of college. I’d gone to school in Minnesota on a hockey scholarship, but all the time growing up in Duluth my dream was to be an actor. A movie star. The next Brad Pitt or something. I’d done some plays in high school, so I figured I’d give it a shot. I mean, it’s not like I’m not good looking or anything. People tell me I have that ‘All American Boy Next Door Look.’ I’m 6’2, 180 pounds, with light brown hair and brown eyes, and having played sports all my life, I have a pretty decent body.

But breaking into show business wasn’t as easy I as I thought it would be. I went on countless auditions and rarely ever got a call back. Sometimes I think the only reason I ever got in the door was because I’m as good looking as I am.

I got frustrated and disillusioned with the whole idea of show business, and decided to fall back on what I did best: hockey. I tried out for – and made – the Los Angeles Lightning, a second level minor league team. It wasn’t the majors or anything, but hell, it was a paycheck and I was playing again. It also allowed me to keep going on auditions.

That’s when I got what I thought was my ‘big break.’ I was leaving an audition one day, confident I wasn’t going to get the part, when this hot chick approached me. She said she worked for a production company that made specialty internet movies and said I had the ‘look’ they were going for and wondered if I would be interested.

I wasn’t sure what she meant by ‘specialty internet movies’ and that was probably my first mistake. Even though I graduated from college, I was pretty naïve about the way the world worked. And I was probably too trusting, because it didn’t take much convincing for her to sell me on the idea. She explained the movies were mostly fetish stuff. Short 15-30 minute videos where a good looking guy lets his girlfriend tie him up and tickle him, or a guy gets kidnapped by some hot babes. Cheesy shit like that. And that’s exactly what it sounded like to me: cheesy shit.

I told her that wasn’t the kind of actor I wanted to be, but she reminded me that a lot of people broke into films by doing lousy TV or commercials, and then she went on to name a bunch of people I admired and some of the shit jobs they started out doing. I finally agreed and within a few hours I was all signed up.

So far I’ve made seven of these crappy movies. I’m glad they’re only available online because they’re terrible. In every one I’m chloroformed (fake) or drugged (again, fake) or knocked out by some hot chick and then tied up and tickled.

I don’t mind the girls, but I’m ticklish and one time this chick I was filming with realized just how ticklish I was and wouldn’t untie me when the director called “cut.” She kept tickling me until I was panting and gasping and almost shot my load. I was pissed but she and Terry (he’s the owner of the company as well as the director) and all the crew thought it was funny. Yeah, not so much for me though.

But the biggest problem I had was they always stripped me when I was tied up. Just to my underwear, but even that was bad enough. I guess I’m too modest or something. The first time it happened I objected, but Terry told me to grow up. ‘At least you don’t have to be naked,’ he’d said. ‘And besides, it’s only underwear.’

I also made the dumb mistake of wearing briefs that first time out and it was embarrassing as fuck because I boned up big time as soon as the chick started tickling me, and then I had to put up with the crew making digs about my ‘tighty whities’ and calling me ‘boner boy’ between takes. After that first movie I made a point to wear navy blue or black boxer briefs.

The first movie turned out to be a hit with the internet crowd and generated a lot of fan interest. They offered me twice what they gave me for the first movie if I did a follow up and I said yes. Of course, what I didn’t know at the time was the majority of the fans were gay men. I had no idea what I was doing would have so much appeal to pervs.

I agreed to a third movie and soon Terry talked me into signing a contract. And it’s that contract that was now holding up my new hockey career. Well, I figured I’d have to get out of the it. How hard could that be? I’d already made seven movies for them and that should be enough. Terry seemed pretty reasonable and I’m sure if I talked to him there would be no problem getting out of my contract.

Boy, was I wrong!

I decided to talk to Terry the day I was scheduled to shoot my next movie. I threw on a robe and knocked on his office door.

I sat down on the couch across from him and waited for him to finish his phone call. It wasn’t until he was off the phone that he told me he could see straight up my legs to my package. Shit, had he been checking me out the whole time? I knew he was gay, but he had a boyfriend so what was he doing with the roving eye?

“What can I do for you, Brendon?” he asked.

“Look Terry,” I said, stammering a little. “I’m just going to be upfront about this: the Lightning are moving me up to the next level.”

“That’s great,” he said, “but what does that have to do with anything here?”

I sighed. “The new team is in Boston and they want me there next week.”

“That’s going to tough, Brendon,” he said. “You realize you signed a one-year contract and it’s only been four months so far.”

“Yeah,” I said, “but I figured I’ve already made seven movies for you and today will be eight. That’s a lot. You’ve got other guys working for you, don’t you?”

Terry nodded. “Yes, I do, but you’re our number one guy.”

“I am?” I was surprised and, to be honest, a little flattered.

“You are, but that’s not the issue here,” he said firmly. “You signed a contract and you’re legally bound to fulfill the terms of that contract. If you want to move Boston that’s your choice, but I guess you can fly in for shoots.”

“Yeah?” I asked. “You’d fly me in?”

He laughed and shook his head. “No, you’d be responsible for your own airfare and lodging.

This wasn’t going at all the way I’d expected. “Come on, Terry,” I pleaded. “I can’t afford that. Can’t you just let me out of my contract? Please? I’ve done everything you’ve asked even when it was humiliating as hell and I’ve never asked for anything.”

“I think you’ve been paid fairly for your troubles,” Terry said, his voice sounded a bit clipped.

“It’s not that,” I said, exasperated. “I just feel like a piece of meat sometimes. I didn’t know in the beginning what I was getting into and to be honest, I feel kind of dirty knowing there’s a bunch of fags out there getting off over it.”

Terry sat up ramrod straight, took in a quick breath through his nose and pursed his lips. I cringed, figuring my use of the word ‘fags’ had taken it too far. But then he sighed and sat back. “Tell you what, Brendon,” he said, and I was relieved he sounded so cool. “I’ll think about it. Why don’t you finish getting ready for the shoot, okay? I’ll make a few calls and let you know in a little while.”

With that glimmer of hope I stood up to leave. Terry was picking up his phone to make a call when I left his office.

It was about forty-five minutes later when Terry walked up to me. “Good news,” he said, putting his hand on my shoulder. “I talked to the producers and they’ve agreed to let you out of your contract after this movie.”

“Really” I said. “You mean all I have to do is make this last movie and that’s it?”

Terry nodded and I gave him a hug. “Thank you!”

“But there’s a slight change,” he said as I released him.

“Anything,” I said quickly, so happy. “What is it?”

“Okay, you know in the opening scene when Pam knocks you out while you’re on the couch wearing those boxer briefs?” he said, and I nodded. “Well, you’re gonna be dressed instead.
And then, after she knocks you out she’ll strip you and tie you up.”

“Cool. So I can get dressed then, right?”

“Not so fast,” Terry said. “Instead of what you’re wearing, I want you wearing briefs.”

My shoulders slumped. “Really? Tighty whities? Come on, Terry.”

“Look Brendon,” he said. “You’re getting what you want. We’re releasing you from your contract almost eight months movies early. I think this is the least you can do.”

“You’re right,” I said. “I’m sorry.”

“Okay. Let’s just forget about it,” he said. “I sent Paul over to Macy’s to pick up some briefs. We’ll start as soon as he gets back.”

Now I was excited. A few more hours and I was done! Despite the money I got from doing these movies, they were pretty demeaning and I regretted ever signing that damn contract.

Paul was back a few minutes later and handed me a three-pack of Tommy Hilfiger briefs. I took them and went back to my dressing room.

I almost never wear briefs unless I’m going to the gym or for a run. I pretty much stopped wearing them when I got to high school. If you ask me, they’re pretty gay.

I opened the package and slipped on a pair. Hmmm… okay, so they were softer than the ones I wear to the gym and fit a whole helluva lot better, too. My dick is six inches or so when soft and I’ve got pretty big balls, but these briefs cupped them just right and made them feel snug and cozy. I checked myself out in the mirror and liked how they made my butt and package look. Nice. I tossed the remaining two into my bag to take home.

I finished getting dressed and went out to find Terry to let him know I was ready.

The way the scene was set up had me sitting on the couch watching TV while Pam snuck up behind me and knocked me out with chloroform. Terry always told me I ‘went out’ better than most people. Said I made it look authentic. That was probably the only thing I was proud of in doing these schlocky films.

The set was pretty basic: couch, entertainment center, and bed. After Pam ragged me she would drag me to the bed, undress me and tie me up. Terry asked if we had any questions and we didn’t, so he called for quiet on the set and told us to take our places.

I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. I was surprised it actually worked and stoked that it was tuned to ESPN. The Minnesota Wild were playing. Bonus!

“And … Action!”

All I had to do was sit and watch TV and as soon as the cloth was pressed to my face, struggle and pretend to pass out. No big deal. Since this was my last movie I decided I’d make it extra good.

I could hear Pam’s footsteps over the game on the TV and started mentally counting down the seconds. One … two … and then a foul-smelling cloth was clamped over my nose and mouth.

“What the…” I started to say, but quickly realized something was wrong. The cloth stank and – oh fuck – was this real chloroform? “Mmmpphh!!!!”

I tried to buck Pam off me but the hand tightened. This wasn’t Pam. She wasn’t this strong. This had to be a guy. What the hell?!

I reached up with both hands to try to pry the cloth away, but I’d already gotten a good dose of the chloroform and whoever was holding it was pretty strong. Another set of hands grabbed my hands and held them down.

I was starting to feel light-headed and woozy. The hand holding the rag didn’t let up and I could feel myself getting weaker and more tired. Within a few seconds I was drifting in and out of consciousness.

“Cut!” I vaguely heard. There was a pounding in my head, kind of like when you hold a seashell up to your ear, and I could barely move.

“Is he unconscious?” somebody asked as my eyelid was lifted. I tried to see who it was but I couldn’t focus. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.

“No,” another voice said, “but he’s pretty out of it and will be for a few minutes. That should be enough time.”

I felt my body being lifted from the couch and I was drag-walked to the bed. Something was put to my lips – a bottle of some sort – and my mouth was forced open and a liquid poured in. A hand stroked my throat and I began to swallow the juice.

I was eased onto my back and as the chloroform began to wear off, I felt something else starting to take over. Whatever was in the bottle must’ve been drugged because I was starting to feel warm and shiny.

I felt hands unbuckle my belt while more started to unbutton my shirt and I began to panic.

“What’re you doing?” I slurred. Whatever had been the juice was really doing a number on me now. I felt like I was floating. Then the button on my pants was undone and my zipper was pulled down and … and suddenly it was no big deal at all.

My shirt was stripped off and my pants were down at my ankles. I was hauled to my feet and held up by strong hands on both sides. I opened my eyes and saw Terry coming over. What was happening? I tried to talk but couldn’t make my mouth work.

Terry was in front of me now. He reached out and gave my nuts a squeeze through my briefs. The hell?!

“Okay guys,” he said, “let’s get his pants off.”

They laid me back down on the bed, took off my shoes and socks and then my pants. I was naked now except for my underwear.

“Unhhh…” I moaned and I began to writhe, finally able to move.

“What did you give him,” somebody, Kirk I think his name was, asked.

“A nice dose of GHB,” Terry replied and it sounded like he was smiling. “He’s flying so high he doesn’t even know where the hell he is. In the movie it’ll look like he’s hammered. He’ll be nice and obedient, though. And horny. Nice side effects of the drug. It’ll even look like he’s enjoying himself.”

I was pulled back to my feet and held in place by a couple of the guys. Terry came over and stood next to me. He clapped his hands. “Gentlemen, your attention please!” he called out. “As you may have heard, Brendon here is moving on to bigger and better things and this will be his last movie with us. You can see there’s been a bit of a change to the script, and we’ve changed the title as well. The new title is ‘Out With a Bang.’” There was a burst of laughter and then he continued. “Now don’t worry, you’ll all get your turn, so be patient.”

He reached down and started stroking me through my briefs. I felt myself getting hard and groaned in embarrassment.

“Let’s get this underwear off and the cameras rolling, okay?”

I was carried back to the bed where the briefs were yanked down and I was eased down onto my back. I was stark naked and spread eagle when a set of lips began to play with and nibble my nipples while a hand grabbed my cock and started to jerk on it, and another began to tug on my nuts.

I opened my mouth to cry out, but somebody grabbed my face and shoved a cock in deep. More hands roamed all over my body and I started to feel really tingly. Something was very wrong! I shouldn’t be feeling good like this!

The dick pulled out of my mouth as I was lifted off the bed and tied to some kind of wooden structure that hand me on all fours, but left my dick, ass and upper body exposed. Somebody got down under me and began to suck my cock. I tried to cry out again, but somebody yanked on my hair and another dick slipped between my protesting lips and suddenly I was being face-fucked.

I could hear voices all around me, but they seemed to all blend into one. Two small brown bottles were put up to my nostrils and I was forced to inhale from them. It felt like fireworks were going off in my head and my body began to vibrate with excitement.

“Unnnnhhh…” I moaned, my voice still muffled by the dick in my mouth. My head was spinning round and round. I was given several more hits from those little bottles before they were taken away.

The dick in my mouth slid out, only to be replaced by another, and the face-fucking started all over. The first guy hadn’t come, thank God, but the second guy did, almost immediately, and I found myself forced to swallow. I wanted to vomit but couldn’t.

The first guy was still there and he was furiously jerking off as he watched me being skull-fucked. Suddenly he yelped and shot his load all over my face! The cock in my mouth pulled out and yet another one took its place. There seemed to be a never-ending supply of dick filling my mouth. If cum wasn’t being shot down my throat it was being sprayed across my face or onto my body.

Hand after hand pumped away at my dick, which was so hard. I bet they slipped some Viagra into whatever they made me drink because there’s no way some fag could ever get me hard! But I was, and every time I shot off it was either wiped on my chest or smeared across my face.

Soon I was covered in cum, my own as well as others’. It was in my hair, up my nose, and in my ears. It was rubbed all over my body and even into my ass crack.

A finger coated with some kind of lubricant jabbed at my asshole and I squirmed in pain. Then a second finger joined it and began to stretch and pull. I don’t know how long they spent prepping me because whatever was in the brown bottles they kept shoving under my nose had me in a daze.

But then I felt hands on my hips and something thick and blunt against my entrance. Oh my God… My hole was wet and slick and the dick thrust its way in.

“Oh fuck!” I cried out as it pushed past the ring of muscle. Even with the drugs I’d been given and the fumes from those bottles, I could feel it. I tried to cry out again, but another dick was shoved into my mouth and all I could do was moan and take it.

My dick was licked and my balls were sucked into somebody’s mouth. Then they were spit out and a hand began to slap and flick at them. I was in agony and tried to scream, but the only thing that came out was a gagging sound that sounded like a gargle.

They fucked me like I was some chick. Especially Terry, who took his time. But his cock raked over something inside me that made me quiver and moan and make my dick go super hard. He laughed and kept aiming at the spot. He called me all kinds degrading names, and the rest of the guys, lined up and waiting their turn, laughed and joined in. The only saving grace in this whole ordeal was they were wearing condoms.

When Terry pulled out somebody else immediately took his place and the fucking started all over again. In and out, in and out, in and out. It was nonstop for I don’t know how long. It seemed like every stroke was hitting that magic button inside of me and I couldn’t help but moan because it was feeling good now.

I felt like some kind of cheap whore. As much as I wished it would stop, I was starting to get off on how good it felt to be fucked. What the hell was wrong with me?

I might have passed out a couple of times, but Terry made sure to keep me coherent. Even so, I lost track of how many cocks I took in my ass and down my throat.

The last thing I remember was Terry using more chloroform on me.

I woke up several hours later in my own bed. My head throbbed, my ass hurt, and my jaw felt like it was out of joint. I was covered in cum and wearing just the briefs I’d been given for the shoot.

I crawled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. I almost didn’t recognize myself in the mirror! My hair was all spiked up with what I assumed was dried cum and there was still more on me – not yet dried – that glistened on my face, neck, chest… shit, even under my armpits! I felt sticky and tacky all over. And my neck was covered in hickeys. I dropped to my knees and hurled into my toilet.

My ass burned and I gingerly slid the briefs down. What the fuck? As I pulled the briefs away, grossed out at much cum was in them, I stared in shock. My pubes were gone. They shaved my crotch? What the holy fuck?!

I staggered into the shower and turned the taps on full blast, letting the hot water wash all the jizz off me. I stood there until the water went cold before finally turning it off.

I dried off, careful to avoid my dick, nuts, pecs and ass, because they were all red and sensitive. I wrapped the towel around my waist and made my way slowly into the living room.

There was a manila envelope next to my phone and keys on the coffee table. My name was scrawled across it. Inside was a DVD and a note. I unfolded the paper.

‘Brendon – True to my word, I’ve torn up your contract. The DVD is a rough cut of your last movie. I think it’s some of your best work to date. If your hockey career doesn’t work out, there’s always a place here for you.

It will only be released to the public if you do something stupid like go to the cops. Then, not only will it be uploaded to the internet, but I’ll send it to every team in your league as well as your family. – Terry’

I picked up my phone. There were a couple of missed calls and a bunch of text messages from a number I didn’t recognize. I opened the first one: it was a close up of me with a dick running across my lips. Fuck. I closed it and opened the next. Shit. I was so screwed.