1 comments/ 31947 views/ 4 favorites Scott is Blackmailed into Porn By: TimT1972 This story continues on from "Scott is trained as a slave" . This chapter works as a stand-alone story. * 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. ~ 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." Jenna took an age to find a robe and Ellen ended up introducing Scott to the almost exclusively female crew naked. She was determined to keep Scott naked for as long as possible. Sandro had shown her various video clips of Scott both nude and in skimpy underwear, but he would be no use to her unless he was prepared to be naked and do some pretty humiliating things in front of the camera. She had to know if she could rely on him, as soon as possible. It was hugely difficult to get handsome actors to do the sort of hard-core porn Ellen wanted. Scott could be ideal, he was beautiful and according to Sandro had 'no limits'. She doubted the latter, but Sandro said if Scott refused to do any of the scenes he would have a word and Scott would quickly be back to his obliging self. Ellen wondered how Sandro kept on coming up with such gorgeous actors and actresses. He had hinted Scott was his lover. She had an awful vision of Scott lying naked, legs spread, on a large double bed waiting to make love to almost obese Sandro; could this really be true? Could he be Scott's 'Sugar daddy'? The thought was repellent, but many boys sold their bodies for less. "Alright listen up. Now Scott has arrived let's do 'scene eight'. Jenna could you tell Fi, Claire and Alexis to get into their catsuits. We will be shooting in thirty minutes. Scott you will remember this is the scene where you are taken from your cell and beaten. Gwen can do your makeup. Julie can you get his orange shorts?" Scott, now in the promised robe, followed Gwen to the makeup room. There were half a dozen chairs in front of mirrors surrounded by the inevitable bare lights. Scott made his way to the nearest chair, rather looking forward to some pampering. "Scott where are you going? Sorry to disabuse you but the camera will not be concentrating on your face." "Sorry." "Scott you will call me ma'am. Now get rid of the robe and let me see what I have to work with." Scott stood naked in the middle of the room and Gwen examined him. She was not going to say anything but Scott had a great body, fit and healthy but not unduly muscle-bound. She started by checking his shaving. She looked carefully between his legs, boys always seemed to miss some hair in this area, never mind how often they were told. Scott was no exception and she had him spread his legs as she tidied things up. "Come back after the scene and I will give you a full bikini wax." Scott knew how painful this would be but couldn't disobey at this stage, so agreed. This surprised Gwen as most boys at least protested and many flatly refused. "Are you doing anal in this scene?" "Sorry ma'am. I can't remember. Do you have a script so I can check?" "No time Scott. Spread your legs wider whilst I lube you." Scott thought he saw Gwen smile as she inserted her fingers. He felt very embarrassed at her doing this in public, but at least she was thorough as time spent now could avoid a lot of pain later. This done Gwen gave him a light covering in powder. She then gave his nipples a little more colour. Finally she allowed him to put his robe back on and sit in the barbers chair and did his makeup. Scott had always believed that makeup was not for red-blooded chaps like him, but he was surprised at the difference Gwen made. A girl came in carrying some impossibly small orange shorts, "Is Scott here? Here is your 'costume'." Scott took the shorts, they were evidently the film's stripped down version of the Guantanamo Bay uniforms. "Scott, hurry up. I need to see you in them." The room was now full with the three girls in their catsuits and a myriad of make-up girls and hangers on. Scott pulled the shorts up. "OK Scott bend over. We don't want any embarrassing tears on set." Scott did so and eventually Julie announced she was happy. Now Scot was ready he looked at the girls. You could always tell the quality of any porn movie by the looks of the leading girls and these were pretty. They were all blonds and had their hair pulled back in pony-tails. As Scott looked over at them, they were getting into their skin-tight black latex catsuits and lacing-up their calf high boots. The one called Fi seemed particularly attractive, a classical almost ethereal beauty and not much older than him. Perhaps they would have a few minutes to chat later in the week, sometime when she was not whipping the hell out of him. One of the girls approached him, "Hi, I'm Alexis. Are you a regular at this sort of thing?" "No, I am afraid this is my first film." "Wow, you are a brave one. Reading the script I was wondering who they would get to play Ted. Not many actors agree to this level of pain and humiliation. Ellen has a reputation, she likes things to be realistic. I am sorry but I am going to have to whip you pretty hard in this scene. Nothing personal." Before Scott's morale could fall any further, Ellen appeared at the door, "OK, boys and girls, ready? I know Scott is looking forward to his first scene, so let's get going. Alexis and Fi grab Scott and haul him into the dungeon." Scott was carried into the dungeon and fell on his knees in front of Claire. "Ted, you are here to be punished. Stand up." Claire then advanced and vigorously pulled down Scott's shorts. She then slapped Scott's penis, "You will suffer, you slut. Take him over to the horse and bind him." Fi and Alexis removed his shorts and bound him tightly. Claire approached Scott and rubbed her pelvis against his bottom, "I am going to take so much pleasure in making you scream." Scott found the girls were not acting, when Fi whacked him terribly hard with a tawse. He cried out with pain. Alexis and Claire soon followed with a cane and a riding crop. Scott had never felt such pain. He cried, he begged but they did not stop. They moved up and down his legs, aiming for his inner thighs. The pain was indescribable. Scott sobbed. He simply could not endure this. "It seems as if the slut is sorry now, begging us not to hurt him. Diddums. He should have thought of that earlier. Go on Sergeant fuck him." Scott felt an instant relief when the girls stopped whipping him, only for more pain to start as Fi rammed her strap-on into him. The shock took his breath away. He had never been fucked like this. Scott started to shout with pain, begging for mercy. Fi seemed to go on forever, Scott was almost hoarse by the time she stopped. Eventually Ellen called, "Cut." "Scott, that was good. Your acting is great, you really looked as if you were in some pain. I just need to check with Jill that the sound was OK, your screams sounded a little loud at times. Julie release him. A five minute break, be ready to redo the scene if necessary." Scott almost collapsed after his bonds were released. He no longer cared about being stark naked. Someone had stolen his robe and he couldn't face wearing those tight orange shorts when his arse felt like it was on fire. Ellen knew the sound was fine, but just wanted to watch Scott. It would have been a heavy scene for anyone and she needed to know if he would break. Especially if he thought he was about to get another whipping. If Scott was going to walk out, it was better he did so earlier rather than later. Many found the thought of being a submissive erotic, but could not face the reality. Ellen saw Scott lying, face down, on the sofa at the back of the room and wandered over and perched on one of its arms. Scott immediately rose to his feet, determined not to let her see how much pain he was in, and asked, "Were you satisfied with my scene, ma'am? I am rather new to this, have you any advice?" Ellen could barely suppress a smile, "No Scott, you were fine. Just try to act naturally." She was going to be OK with Scott. 'Cane me, fuck me #4' was going to be a winner she could just feel it. She stared at his glowing arse as he gingerly put the orange shorts back on. She wondered if she could get him into the sack. Ellen wondered which scene to do next, she had many more plans for his bottom and did not want to spoil it by giving it too much attention in the first couple of days, perhaps she should let they girls loose on Scott's penis. ~ In the end, Ellen decided that the next scene would be Ted begging for mercy from Claire (who played the commander of the guard). Scott was dressed in a brief black thong to show off his aching bottom (somewhat enhanced with the help of Gwen's makeup skills). Fi opened the door and pushed Scott roughly into the "Guards' common room". Scott fell to his knees, "Mistress, I am deeply sorry for what I have done. Please forgive me. I will do anything for you, just please no more torture." Claire looked sternly at Scott and said, "Come here, little one. Kiss my boots." Scott crawled over to the seated Claire and began licking her boots, starting at the tip, and progressing up her calves. Scott was scared to look up and licked the black PVC with all the enthusiasm he could muster. The taste was terrible but Scott felt Claire's lovely warmth through the material. Claire looked down with contempt, and wiggled her foot as she forced it further and further into Scott's mouth. Fi was becoming impatient, "Can't he do me as well? We are meant to share the slaves." Eventually Claire relented, "OK, your turn." Scott moved to kiss Fi's boots, but Fi had risen from the sofa and was undoing the long zip down the centre of her catsuit revealing her delightful body, "No Ted, my pussy needs some attention." She then grabbed his hair and forced it between her legs and growled, "Lick, you slut, suck me until I come." She had Scott by the hair as he desperately tried to satisfy her. This was in the script but Fi was truly turned on, so she forgot about the cameras and just thought of her own personal pleasure. She had always found submissive boys attractive and Scott was divine. She was not going to let Ellen finish the scene until she was well and truly satisfied. Spreading her legs she squeezed Scott's face into her pussy, grinding it against her clit as she became ever more excited. Eventually she came with almost explosive force, splashing cum all over Scott's face. Scott is Blackmailed into Porn Scott did not try to wipe his face and merely returned to kneel in the centre of the room. Alexis looked on enviously, "Can't we keep him? You have always said we need a personal slave here in the prison." Ellen was finally satisfied, "Well done everybody, that it for today. Dinner is at eight o'clock." She then turned to Scott, "Be a darling and help Julie serve dinner tonight." "Of course, ma'am." What Scott did not know was this innocent request started a chain reaction whereby members of the crew found it more and more difficult to separate Scott (actor and theoretical star of the film) from Ted (a slave). They gradually insisted he call them "ma'am" and it seemed natural that they get him to run errands and do the most menial of tasks. After supper Scott was taken back to the dungeon, where he was forced to strip and then get into a cage. The cage was some six feet by four and had a padded floor but he was given no blankets. Claire locked him in. As they left him, Scott pondered his first day in porn. It was only later that Scott found out that Ellen had allocated him a nice airy room on the first floor. ~ The filming was going well, they were at least a day ahead of schedule. Ellen was surprised at Scott's willingness to do even the most humiliating and degrading scenes. Each time she pushed him a little further, waiting for a refusal and when none came she would make even more demands. This was going to be classic porn when they had finished. They had now been filming for four days when Ellen decided to shoot a lesbian scene between Claire and Fi. At last Scott had some time off, so he retired to the pool. He was wearing a brief thong partly because Ellen now insisted that he wear skimpy underwear but mostly because a thong put less pressure on his poor bottom; now terribly sore after three scenes in which the girls had whipped him. He dreaded the day when 'Cane me, fuck me #4' would be released and the clips that would inevitably appear on the internet. Scott counted the days, and wondered how he would get his revenge on Sandro. This pain and anger was mitigated by the pride he felt in saving Kate from prison. Julie sat down on Scott's recliner and stroked his bottom. Even the softest touch was agony. Scott squealed. "Oh, sorry Scott. Your bottom still painful?" "Yes, I am afraid three beatings in four days has left it very tender. Ellen has promised no more until Friday." "Sorry to be the bringer of bad tidings but Ellen asked me to get you. She wants to shoot the next scene in ten minutes." "OK, no rest for the wicked." "Ellen asked you to take this." Julie passed over a little blue pill. The crew had converted one of the rooms on the ground floor into bedroom. As ever, there were an enormous number people squeezed in what was only a fair sized room. Scott went and found Ellen. "Oh Scott wonderful, we are ready for you. Be a darling strip we will be shooting in a second." Scott slipped down his thong and stood naked waiting for specific instructions, but now Ellen was talking to Jill about the sound. Scott did not mind being naked with the actresses, they were all in the same boat, but hated the stares of all the crew. When there was a scene to shoot all the hangers-on made sure they looked in, cooks, props people, you name it, they all wanted to see Claire, Fi, Alexis and him naked or even better 'on the job'. He saw the girls arguing in one corner of the room. They were still wearing their catsuits, so Scott knew this would be another 'torture scene'. Eventually Ellen returned to Scott, "Sorry Scott, we need you spread eagled on the bed." Scott saw a huge iron framed bed, covered in a spotless white satin sheet. He winced as he sat down, but obediently slid into the centre and extended his arms and legs. He was always nervous about being tied up, particularly with his penis so exposed, but he knew he had better do it and hope. Julie and another aide buckled his wrists and ankles into some restraints. Gwen the appeared to make sure his makeup was all right. He felt himself getting an erection as she pulled his penis so she could powder between his legs. Ellen was getting impatient, "Come on girls. We are ready." The scene started with a long shot of Scott's taut and naked body before panning to Claire, Fi and Alexis coming in through the door with their whips. After some abuse, they proceeded to beat Scott; Claire concentrating on Scott's thighs. Fi his nipples and Alexis beating the area around his penis with her riding crop. Ellen kept indicating she wanted them to him beat harder and Scott cried out with ever greater urgency. Fi was whipping his nipples without mercy, whereas Claire had a cat o' nine tails and started very gently so that the rubber strands barely touched his flesh, but even she gradually started to beat him harder. The whip stung as Scott's inner thighs were hugely sensitive. After a few minutes Fi clasped Scott's jaw and stuffed a large red ball gag into his mouth, now his screams were muffled. This made Scott's torment worse as somehow the ability to scream reduced the pressure. The camera was its normal intrusive self, coming in for close-ups on Scott's face and penis. The girls wiggled their perfect butts and gradually unzipped their tops to show their cleavage. Eventually Ellen called "Cut." If Scott thought his ordeal was over and he would be released he was sadly mistaken. Julie removed the ball gag from his mouth and Gwen dusted on some more powder, but he was the left spread eagle as the crew discussed the next shot. The Viagra was now having quite an effect and Scott was very erect, it was a strange "sweet and sour" feeling, being terribly horny at the same time as aching from head to toe after a vigorous whipping. Ellen called the girls, "So have you decided which one of you will do it?" Claire replied, "I am afraid I pulled rank. What's the use of being the Commander if there are no perks?" Ellen then called, "Action." The camera panned to Claire as she bent over and pulled the zip from the back of the catsuit, between her legs and up to her stomach, exposing the very moist pussy. She never wore panties. Claire climbed on the bed, placed her hands flat on Scott's nipples and then lowered her body so her head was resting on her hands. The pressure made Scott yelp with pain. Claire smiled, "So how is my pain slut?" This was not in the script and Scott did not know how to reply, she looked so angelic but caused him so much pain. His confusion was made worse by the fact his penis was resting between her legs. "I never like being accused of being a cruel guard commander. So let's have some fun." Claire got up. Sitting on Scott's thighs, she looked at his now extreme erection and smiled. She raised herself up and eased herself onto Scott. "Come on my little slut, do your duty." Claire now started to fuck him, hard and with great determination. Scott's first reaction was pain, due to the whipping Claire had given his thighs, but this quickly vanished and the pleasure of this beautiful woman was all consuming. As he was tightly bound, he could do little but this did not matter, as Claire was clearly an expert in male rape. She fucked him hard, but when she felt he was close to climax eased off only to renew her assault with even great vigour. Soon Scott could not bear to be denied and Claire, on Ellen's signal, brought them both to a simultaneous climax. ~ After lunch on the next day, Ellen summoned Scott with orders for him to come in his bright orange shorts. His bottom was still very painful so it was agony getting the tight shorts on. On entering Ellen's study he was told to kneel as she said she was expecting a visitor. In the end Scott had to wait for almost twenty minutes before the promised meeting. Eventually there was a knock at the door and Sandro came in. Scott could not suppress a look of pure hatred. "Ellen, wonderful to see you. How's the film going? As promised I have brought you a new recruit." With that he waved to a slight girl, blond in her early to mid twenties. She entered the room, plainly extremely nervous. "Sandro, you are a darling. So who is this?" "She's Jesse and is available for a few days shooting, if you have a vacancy." "Sandro, that's perfect I have just the roll for her." Turning around she said, "Sandro, Scott has been wonderful, he has really got into the spirit of the film. I really hope I might be able to book him for the sequel." Sandro could not help gloating as he saw Scott kneel on the floor, next to naked. "Jesse, be a darling and put these shorts on. We will start shooting soon." Jesse took the shorts, they were just like those she wore at Hooters, and looked around for a place to change. Sandro turned to her and said, "Jesse, no need to be too modest, change in the corner." Jesse did, conscious that everyone was watching. She returned in the tight shorts with her arms crossed over her tits. She was evidently very embarrassed. "Scott could you show Jesse to her room. It is the first on the left on your landing. Sandro and I need a few minutes in private." Jesse looked at her bag and Scott saw her confusion, how could she pick it up without lowering her arms. Scott saved things by crossing the room to pick it up himself. As they left the room, Jesse said, "Thanks. What kind of film are you making here?" Scott looked at her in surprise, she must be able to guess, "Jesse, it is called 'Cane me, fuck me #4'." "So it's porn." "Very much so, I am afraid." "So we are both in the same boat. What does that bastard Sandro have on you?" "I suspect we should keep the details of Sandro's blackmail to ourselves." "Yes, you are right. I will just keep telling myself only five days to go." After depositing her bag in her room, Scott showed Jesse to the set. It was going to be another prison scene. Scott could not help but admire Jesse's slight but perfectly formed body. He wondered what Ellen had in store for her. After a while Ellen duly arrived and waved to Jesse, "Come over here I will introduce you to the crew." Jesse went over still with her hands over her tits, "Oh Jesse relax. Get your hands down. Sandro said you liked your sex." There was something in Ellen's stare that made Jesse let her hands fall by her sides, uncovering a beautiful pair of breasts. When Ellen was doing the introductions, Scott was taken to the prison cell, where Julie made him stretch his arms above his head and buckled his wrists into some shackles. When the crew had finished setting up the cameras and lights, Jesse came into the cell to see a helpless Scott. They talked but the conversation was of a normal 'porn script' quality before Jesse came up to Scott and started to suck his nipples. As she did so, she began to feel his cock through his shorts. Scott was now getting very excited, despite her initial reluctance Jesse was very good at this. His nipples felt great, his penis even better. Jesse grasped Scott's shorts and gradually pulled them down. She then carefully placed them in front of Scott and knelt on them in a very ladylike manner. Jesse took Scott's now almost erect penis into her mouth, initially just the head which she kissed and licked; then Jesse took it down her throat as far as she could, sucking with all her might, then she slowly withdrew. Scott was now terribly erect and his penis covered in Jesse's saliva. She then took it all the way down her throat and again withdrew. Jesse looked at Scott's penis, licking its head with deft flicks of her tongue. She took it all the way down her throat a third time. Scott was now almost desperate with desire. Jesse then started in earnest, massaging his balls as she sucked with increasing vigour. She went down quicker and quicker with ever increasing force, using her hands and tongue to add to his pleasure. Scott tried to restrain himself but this was too much and he started to cum with great force. Jesse released him and let the cum splash over her face and down her tits. Scott was given some time to recover before the next scene with Jesse. The idea was for them to kiss and then for Jesse to strip, and for her to push Scott to the ground and ride him. On cue Jesse unclipped Scott's shackles and started kissing him, she was wonderful. She took charge pulling Scott down to the floor. She then rose and slowly slipped down her shorts all the time swaying her delectable arse, she then got down on her knees. She was hugely self conscious about doing this in front of such an audience but 'hey ho'. As she lowered herself she heard the sound girl swear and lower the boom mike, then the camera girl stopped moving towards her. Something was clearly wrong. "Jesse dear, turn around could you?" As Jesse did so, Ellen said, "Cut, back in five minutes. Jesse don't move, we'll sort things out. Julie ... please." Jesse could see she was not a popular lady. What had she done? She stood in the middle of the set with her shorts around her ankles. A few moments later, Julie appeared with a towel, a metal bowl and a small bag. "Jesse, easy mistake to make. Spread you legs and I will sort things out." Jesse stepped out of her shorts, still confused but strangely obedient, she spread her legs as requested. Julie kneeled before her and splashed some hot water on her pussy. This brought Jesse out of her trance. "What the hell are you doing?" "Shaving you. Pubes are not popular in porn." Julie gripped Jesse's thigh as she squirted shaving foam on her pussy. It was a very strange sensation, before Jesse could complain Julie pulled out a razor and started to shave. Jesse realised she was in the middle of the room with literally dozens of people watching as she was forcibly shaved. God, she could not even control the most intimate parts of her body. The coldness of the menthol on her skin and Julie's tender touch as she fingered Jesse's clit, was extremely erotic and much as Jesse hated to admit it, it turned her on something rotten. She obeyed as Julie ordered her to spread her legs further as she shaved between her legs. Eventually Jesse felt Julie dry her, the spray some 'after shave' directly onto her pussy. Jesse squealed with surprise and pain. She had never shaved herself before and it felt as if her poor pussy was on fire. She couldn't stand still as she squirmed in pain and she realised, pleasure. Julie then told her that she must not put her panties back on for at least twenty minutes. Ellen was watching intently, she saw Jesse's embarrassment and subsequent pleasure. The girl was now sitting down naked with her legs spread as wide as possible, her discomfort outweighing any potential embarrassment. Ellen hoped this degrading spectacle would get Jesse over her initial nerves. Ellen's favourite cure for nervous newbie porn stars was to humiliate them early in the shoot, so they felt nothing Ellen requested later could be any worse - little did they know what was really to come. Jesse found the tingling would not go away. Julie was right there was no way she could possibly wear any panties. She dressed for her next scene, putting on some hold-up stockings and a tight shirt that she tied at her midriff, but remaining naked between her waist and her thighs. Jesse found that standing, legs well spread, by the fans used on the lighting rig was best. The constant flow or air on her naked pussy meant the tingling became almost bearable. Whenever she had to move away from the fan or perform errands for Ellen she was soon ready to scream with frustration, even rubbing ice cubes over her clit only gave her temporary relief. ~ Scott had not been required for the next morning's shooting, so had retired to the pool to get a little privacy. When Julie eventually found him, she smiled as she gave him a small black bag, "Ellen wants you on set in an hour. You are to put these on first." Scott looked in the bag and found it contained black PVC lingerie, "Julie, there must be a mistake; this must be for Fi, Claire or Alexis." "Oh no, Scott definitely you. You had better hurry, you don't want to keep Ellen waiting." Scott couldn't believe it. Ellen had humiliated him consistently throughout the week but lingerie? Scott sat and thought, surely this was a bridge too far? But then he remembered the content of the scenes he had already done for Ellen and that she could always threaten to phone Sandro. If he didn't do the scene, she would go ballistic and he knew he didn't want to get on the wrong side of her. So eventually he took off his clothes and started by putting on the stockings and suspenders, then the panties. He finally struggled into the PVC corset. He was grateful that Julie helped him lace up the back, pulling it very tight 'to give him some curves'. She then handed him a chocker and earrings. However much he hated the design and in particular the black lace trim, the PVC lingerie itself was beautiful as it slipped over his shaved legs and torso. As he dressed two girls approached, Scott recognised them as a hairdresser and make-up artist. They watched Scott clearly fascinated, whispering and giggling. "Scott sit, Rachel needs to do her stuff." As Scott sat on a stool in front of his mirror. Rachel brushed his hair clipping in a couple of hair-clips, giving him an innocent looking fringe. The make-up girl then took over with her powders and paints. As she applied some bright red lipstick, she whispered, "Scott, you are so brave doing this movie. I would never have the courage. I would be afraid my family would see it." Scott was relieved he didn't have to reply. Ready, Julie ordered him to stand. The girls were proud of their work, he would pass as a girl at anything other than the closest distances. It wasn't perfect but his androgynous looks had metamorphosised into distinct femininity. In fact Julie thought he looked very cute. His arse looked great. She gave him a quick demonstration on how to walk in high heels and explained how he should speak. They then went off to the set. Scott was worried, the film seemed one humiliation after another, "Ma'am, do you know what Ellen wants me to do?" "Scott, just obey. This is porn, she hasn't employed you for your acting ability, so it will be 'sucking and fucking'." Julie then patted him on the bottom and wished him good luck. Scott walked into the dungeon, he was very conscious that all the crew had downed tools and were now staring at him. Some were photographing him on their iPhones. He walked with whatever dignity he could command over to Ellen and said softly, "Ma'am you wanted me." Initially Ellen did not hear, but when she turned all she saw a sweet new girl. Who was she? and why was she on the set? She was pretty enough, if a bit of a tart. Was she one of the crew who wanted to earn some extra money? No, was she one of Sandro's girls? She could always do with more girls, but ... then Ellen heard merry laughter. It dawned on her that it was Scott. Poor boy had been subject to another practical joke. When Scott realised he had been the victim, he ran from the room, mortified with embarrassment. Scott was popular with the crew but it seemed he was a natural victim for their jokes. To start with his robe and clothes would be hidden, so he was always wandering around naked between takes, then someone had smeared 'Deep Heat' on a strap-on dildo that was used on him. This time they tried to turn him into a girl. ~ Ellen knew Scott would need time to sulk over his humiliation, so moved on to another scene in which Fi fucked Jesse using her baton. Jesse was well lubricated but even so she found it hard to take the baton, eventually Fi managed to penetrate her and Jesse was subject to some proper police brutality. Ellen noticed that despite Jesse's initial reluctance she was now settling down to her role remarkably well. Scott on the other hand was still visibly embarrassed whenever he was asked to take his clothes off in public. Scott is Blackmailed into Porn Eventually Ellen could wait no longer and sent Gwen to find Scott. "Scott, I am afraid Ellen really needs you for the next scene. So she has asked me to help you get ready. I promise I was not involved in the joke." Scott felt so humiliated at being tricked into wearing the lingerie and the crew's laughter that he just wanted to get away but he knew he couldn't. Ellen would go berserk at six days filming going to waste and Sandro would certainly take his revenge. Anyway he didn't have any clothes. "OK, Gwen, but please no tricks this time." Scott stripped and rubbed some oil all over his body. His skin glistened. When he had finished, Gwen touched up the places he could not reach. She then gave him a tiny black g-string. Scott walked onto the set with his eyes firmly on the ground trying to avoid making eye contact with any of the crew. He wished they knew how difficult it was being whipped and humiliated in public. Scott was struck by the silence, no laughing, no cat calls. Scott stood in front of Ellen, legs together, hands behind his back and eyes lowered, "You wanted me, ma'am." "Yes Scott. We are doing scene twelve. Could you please stand between the pillars over there." Scott did so, allowing one of Ellen's assistants to gag him, buckle on some wrist and ankle cuffs and then attach them to chains. As Scott stood she tightened the chains so soon Scott was spread eagle. The chains were very tight and did not allow Scott to move at all. Claire, in a latex basque and stockings, approached carrying a huge Bowie knife. Scott was now worried. Claire smiled as she ran the blade down Scott's chest, not quite hard enough so that it pierced his skin. Scott wondered what she had in mind, this was getting serious. Claire lowered the knife to Scott's balls and whacked them with the flat side of the blade. She moved the knife beneath Scott's g-string, he felt the point as Claire stabbed his penis, hard enough to hurt but again not so it pierced the skin. Scott was now sweating profusely, very worried and terribly vulnerable. Moving the blade to one side, Claire cut the g-string. It immediately fell open. Claire then cut the other side so Scott was now totally naked. Claire approached again and kissed his left nipple, the feeling was wonderful but short-lived, she almost immediately attached a heavy nipple clamp. Scott felt the weight as she let go. She then did the same to his right nipple. Scott tried to scream, but all the gag allowed was the most pathetic of gurgles. Claire then massaged his cock, her hands felt so cold. Scott had never felt more helpless as he felt her raise his penis and the sensation of cold steel as she clipped on a metal ring around the top of his balls. Scott felt the pressure on his balls, then pain in his inner thighs as the spikes attached to the ring dug into them. Claire then proceeded to beat Scott, every time he moved with the force of the blow he felt more pain in his nipples and thighs. Claire wandered around Scott hitting with her paddle at seemingly random intervals. Scott never knew when or from where the next blow was likely to fall. Claire amused herself by striking every part of his anatomy, even his penis. Alexis then came on set, wearing a quite minute black bikini, carrying what looked like a paint roller. She approached and moved the roller over Scott's upper groin. It was covered in spikes. The pain was indescribable. Alexis smiled so sweetly as she watched his violent reaction, then rolled it over Scott's still tender buttocks, laughing as he desperately tried to keep out of her clutches. Scott jerked one way then the other trying to avoid the roller, this merely added to the torment of his thighs and nipples. Alexis then crouched and brought the roller between Scott's thighs, causing Scott even more pain. Finally she took his defenceless penis raised it and rolled the instrument over his balls. It felt as if she was sticking thousand of pins into him simultaneously. Her previous beatings were nothing in comparison. At the end of the scene Ellen kept the camera on Scott, watching his sweat running down his well oiled naked body. She felt sympathy for the pain he had just endured, but knew she was shooting some great porn; viewers could always tell if actors were faking it. Scott was exhausted when Gwen finally released him. One of the crew brought Scott his robe and a large envelope. It was only the next morning that Scott had the energy to open the envelope and found a large card with the word 'Sorry' on the front, opening it, it seemed as if every crew member had signed, "Sorry, no more practical jokes, ever! Jo ... Really Sorry, love you loads Teresa ... So Sorry, love Kari ..." Scott was touched. Jesse was still in pain, the tingling in her pussy would not abate. She was quite unable to wear panties or even a skirt. Jesse sat through dinner and then an evening in the bar with her shirt, stockings but still naked between her tum and thighs. Jesse must have rubbed dozens of ice cubs over his pussy. She was not much better the next morning when she had a lesbian scene with Alexis. ~ The filming finished at lunchtime on Monday. As the house was off the beaten track Scott gratefully accepted Claire's offer of a ride back into town. He changed into his jeans and a gingham shirt. It was a relief to be wearing normal clothes for the first time in a week. The film had been endured and Sandro should be off his back. Scott said goodbye to the still suffering Jesse, Alexis, Fi and as many of the crew as he could. Now he had the prospect of a couple of hours in Claire's company, something he was very much looking forward to. Ellen came over thanking the cast and the crew. When she reached Claire and Scott, she kissed Claire on the cheek calling her a 'super star'. "Scott, I was wondering if I could give you a ride back into town?" "Well ma'am ..." "Sorry Scott didn't I say I have to go to Bridgeport before going home? Sorry I can't give you the lift after all." Scott did not believe Claire for a minute, but clearly Ellen always got what she wanted, "Well ma'am that is a very kind offer." Ellen guided Scott to her small yellow Lotus. Scott was nervous but at least the trip would be quick and fun. As soon as they got onto the freeway, Ellen seemed to relax and started to chat. Scott was a little nervous at first but was soon enjoying himself, Ellen's wicked sense of humour was infectious. She was a wonderful mimic, in particular managing Fi's accent to a T. She then started asking Scott about himself. He felt he fended off the questions well enough, not lying but hardly telling the full truth either. Ellen kept coming back to Sandro. Scott saw she thought they were lovers, on this he disabused her. But Scott noticed however light her tone, Ellen kept asking questions, until she had well and truly cornered him. "So Scott are you going to tell me the truth about Sandro? He's blackmailing you, isn't he?" With some reluctance Scott admitted this was true. "And Jesse?" "Yes ma'am." The lightness of Ellen's tone disappeared in an instant, it seemed as the car had suddenly become freezing. "That's not so good. I think I may have to have a word with him." There was real menace in the words that Scott had never heard before. After a few moments of silence Ellen said, "Scott, I therefore owe you an apology. Sandro insisted you were eager to get into porn and very much wanted the part. I would never have asked you to do some of the scenes if I had known the truth." The apology was all the more touching as it was so unexpected. "You have nothing to apologise for ma'am. You were not to know." "I feel bad. I really do, some of the scenes must have been difficult." They continued chatting, somehow the atmosphere was rather more relaxed after that revelation. But Ellen could never control her curiosity, "So now Scott now tell me what you do. Are you at College?" The fencing started again, only this time Scott knew he was going to lose. "So Scott, spit it out." "Well, ma'am, I am a whore who provides submissive services. I am really only doing it for a few months before I apply to College." Scott prayed this would not disgust Ellen, he was now desperate for her to have a good opinion of him. "Scott I guessed you were a pro, you were so damned good in some of those scenes you could not have been an amateur." "Thank you, ma'am." "Would you consider having me as a client?" Scott swallowed hard, this he had not expected, "Yes ma'am. It would be a pleasure. But ... would you really want someone like me?" "Yes Scott. You are a beautiful boy, something on which I am well qualified to have an opinion after watching you naked for the last week. So how can I contact you?" Scott did not know if having a date with Ellen was a fantasy come true or if he would be simply petrified and make a fool of himself. He handed over one of his cards. The card was plain with the Cartwright and Palmer logo, Scott's name, his telephone number and e-mail. "Very impressive. I am not sure about the job title of 'Management Consultant'." "Perhaps not entirely accurate, but safer than 'whore' if you need to give one to a College admissions tutor." Ellen giggled, she was really looking forward to seeing him, she wondered how he would act as a whore. The thing was she just wanted to spend time with him, he was so bloody cute; the sex would be fun but secondary. As they drove into Kate's neighbourhood, Ellen asked, "Scott I am pretty sure the film will be a success. Will you do my next film?" Scott surprised, somehow found himself saying, "Yes ma'am, that would be a pleasure."