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CLAUDE – a star is discovered
I’d been a member of Claude’s gym for the best part of two years when he announced he wanted to sell it. “I’ve been running this place for twenty years. I just want to do something different,” he told me. This was indeed sad news, as I loved the place. It was pretty well equipped, the members were nice and there was a friendly atmosphere, largely due to Claude’s natural people skills. Also, a great plus was that there was a spa area with hot tubs, Jacuzzi, saunas that was naturist and mixed, so you often found yourself in the sauna or Jacuzzi sitting next to a cute naked woman, or man. Men and women also showered side by side which was fun.
One morning things were quiet, so Claude decided to join me in the sauna after he’d finished working out. I had never seen him naked before. He usually went around in little shorts and a tank top. He wasn’t very tall, about 1m 70 (5’ 7”) but had an athletic body with nice biceps and pecs. His arms were pretty impressive, as he had been a gymnast in his youth. He always kept his body hairless. He wasn’t handsome but had a warm friendly face and curly hair. I was sitting on the lower bench in the sauna when he came in. He looked tightly muscled, not a drop of fat on him. All in all, a very attractive guy, probably aged about forty. The women seemed to like him, although I never saw him hitting on them. I guessed he was too professional to get sexually involved with his customers.
“Hi, I’ll come and join you, as things are quiet. Jacqueline can look after things for a while.” He removed the towel from around his waist as he stood in front of my face. What I saw was a sight to behold and I hope he didn’t notice that my eyes almost popped out. He had the lowest hanging balls I had ever seen. His cock was kind of average in length, like mine, about four or five inches in a flaccid state but his balls must have dangled a good inch below the tip of his cut penis. What a lucky guy, I thought. I had never thought about low-hanging balls before but I found these ones totally fascinating.
He sat on the upper bench opposite me with his legs wide open and his balls hanging a long way over the side of the bench.
“Have you found a buyer yet?” I stuttered.
“I have a couple of offers on the table which I am considering. Hopefully something can be finalized soon. I love this gym and the members but I really feel I need a change. I’ll just take a sabbatical for a few months before deciding what to do.”
“We’ll all be sorry to see you go. I love coming here.”
“Thanks, I appreciate that.”
I don’t think he had much of an idea of what I did for a living. I always told people I worked in the entertainment industry, which wasn’t a lie, although I seldom specified in which sector. In fact, I worked in the adult entertainment industry, i.e. porn. My boss, who went under the name of Lady Margaret, owned a sizeable organization, run entirely by women. They produced videos, owned sex shops, swingers’ clubs, ‘liberal’ nightclubs, and a very classy restaurant which was highly respected in the Nice area.
My role in the organization was an interesting one. My title could have been General Factotum or Margaret’s Toy Boy but it was in fact Assistant to the President. It had no clear job specification and I covered a lot of areas, mainly screwing Margaret, as well as her friends and sometimes business associates when politic to do so. I also covered recruiting, dealing with English-speaking and Spanish-speaking customers and distributors, and supervised the correspondence in English. I also participated in movies. She was bisexual and sponsored some female bodybuilders who took her fancy.
Anyway, I really liked Claude and wanted to help him out. I could really see his potential in our industry. He had a beautiful body, and the most amazing pair of testicles, which made him highly marketable. He was very outgoing with no inhibitions. I also sensed he might be bisexual which would increase his opportunities.
“Claude, do you know what I do for a living?”
“Not precisely, no. Something to do with entertainment, you told me once, I think.”
“Right. If you’re not sure how to spend your time when you sell, I have a suggestion, which you may find interesting. The work is satisfying and the money is pretty good.”
“Really? Tell me more.”
“Well, you’re correct in that I work in entertainment but it is in fact in adult entertainment, if you get my meaning.”
His eyes widened, as I gave him an outline. “You could be a porn actor and, as you move well, you could be a stripper in the clubs.
Does it sound good?” I think I detected a little swelling of his penis. “Wow! Those balls could gain you access to some serious money.”
“You bet. What do we do next?”
“Let me fix a casting with my bosses and I’ll get back you. You’ll meet Lady Margaret and two of the partners. All ex-pornstars. And there’ll probably be a two camera girls, one to film and the other for stills.”
“Wow!” His eyes were popping.
“They always test the inhibitions of all the candidates who come, and I’m sure you can understand why, as the job requires you to do some pretty wild and daring stuff. For example, they’ll get you to strip in front of them while they make some pretty lewd comments. When I did it, I had to jerk off in front of them. Would you have a problem with that?”
“No, not really. Sounds like it’ll be an experience.”
*
The next afternoon I took Claude round to the garden of Lady Margaret’s house, where the casting was to take place. Claude was looking pretty cool. He had on a bright white tank top which contrasted well with his beautiful tanned body and a pair of tight jeans. My employer was wearing pink jeans and a tight white T-shirt, no bra underneath, and her nipples were protruding like accusing fingers through the thin cloth. Over the last weeks, since I had known her, those nipples had given me as much pleasure as I had given them.
Nanette, who had worked with Margaret for many years was wearing a tank top and a loose hippy-type cotton skirt. Her massive tits were not contained by a bra.
Monique wore a skimpy dress. She too was braless.
“Welcome Claude, we’ve heard so much about you,” said Margaret warmly. “Wow, nice body!”
The camera girls were just finishing setting up, and I took a seat opposite the ladies.
“OK, Claude, let’s see what you’ve got,” said Margaret gesturing for him to remove his apparel. He took off his tank top revealing his cut and tanned body. “Nice!” He removed his shoes. He turned his back to them and lowered his jeans showing them hard and well-shaped bottom. “Wahoo!” He turned round to face them. Margaret was sitting by herself on a two-seater swing sofa, and the other two were lying on separate sun-loungers. He was now wearing just a thong which covered his genitalia. He was facing me when he dropped the thong and put his legs apart, so that they could see his balls dangling from behind. “Wow!”
He turned round to face them. “Wow! Have you got golf balls in there?” I hadn’t really noticed before how big his balls were, I’d only focused on how low they hung, which must have been almost six inches (15cm) down his leg. They really were huge. There must have been nearly a total of a hundred years’ porn experience among these women, and the number of male packages they must have experienced over the years can only be guessed at, but even they were very impressed by what they saw.
The camera girls were already at work. Jeanne was clicking away with the stills and Maryse was filming. He exhibited himself in front of each one, and none of them could refrain from cupping his mighty testicles in their hands and fondling them. He winced once or twice as they applied a little too much pressure. Monique licked them, and Nanette stuck her hand between his legs pulling the sack back between his legs. “Look they reach up to his butthole!” she cried incredulously. She let them go and his scrotum swung like the hammer in a church bell. One of the women asked him to bend forward while she stuck two fingers up his rectum and rammed them in and out. From his expression, it wasn’t clear whether he was feeling pain, pleasure or both. “Sit down next to me Claude,” beckoned Margaret. He was getting a little stiff, as they proceeded to ask him questions about his life, how he managed to have such a great body and about his sexual orientation.
As I thought, he was bi-sexual, and when it came to men he was giver not a receiver. He had a special liking for young effeminate boys around twenty, and if they had big cocks so much the better. As they spoke, Margaret gently stroked his thigh which made him as stiff as a ramrod. She then delicately ran her fingers around his circumcised head. “I hear you dance well. We need strippers. Might that interest you?” He nodded enthusiastically. “Could you give us a little demo? But you can’t dance with hard-on like that. What are we going to do?”
“Maybe you could jerk off in front of us and we can see how much those mighty balls contain,” suggested Monique. Nanette nodded in agreement.
“Great idea! Just shoot your load over the grass here as far as it’ll go,” said Margaret giggling.
He stood in front of them, with his back to me. He masturbated vigorously, while the girls filmed and clicked. Soon he started to twitch. He groaned loudly, as he shot the contents about six feet over the grass to whoops and enthusiastic applause.
Margaret passed him a tissue to wipe his cock and put on some music for Claude to dance to. He was amazing. He managed to get his balls to swing, go round in circles, swing back and forth like a pendulum, so that they hit his butthole. “I think we have a new star!”
*
We all stripped off and went to cool down in the pool. Margaret offered him work in the movies: straight and gay, and gigs as a stripper in the clubs and private parties. He was going to do alright, and I felt so glad that I could help him out.
I’d been a member of Claude’s gym for the best part of two years when he announced he wanted to sell it. “I’ve been running this place for twenty years. I just want to do something different,” he told me. This was indeed sad news, as I loved the place. It was pretty well equipped, the members were nice and there was a friendly atmosphere, largely due to Claude’s natural people skills. Also, a great plus was that there was a spa area with hot tubs, Jacuzzi, saunas that was naturist and mixed, so you often found yourself in the sauna or Jacuzzi sitting next to a cute naked woman, or man. Men and women also showered side by side which was fun.
One morning things were quiet, so Claude decided to join me in the sauna after he’d finished working out. I had never seen him naked before. He usually went around in little shorts and a tank top. He wasn’t very tall, about 1m 70 (5’ 7”) but had an athletic body with nice biceps and pecs. His arms were pretty impressive, as he had been a gymnast in his youth. He always kept his body hairless. He wasn’t handsome but had a warm friendly face and curly hair. I was sitting on the lower bench in the sauna when he came in. He looked tightly muscled, not a drop of fat on him. All in all, a very attractive guy, probably aged about forty. The women seemed to like him, although I never saw him hitting on them. I guessed he was too professional to get sexually involved with his customers.
“Hi, I’ll come and join you, as things are quiet. Jacqueline can look after things for a while.” He removed the towel from around his waist as he stood in front of my face. What I saw was a sight to behold and I hope he didn’t notice that my eyes almost popped out. He had the lowest hanging balls I had ever seen. His cock was kind of average in length, like mine, about four or five inches in a flaccid state but his balls must have dangled a good inch below the tip of his cut penis. What a lucky guy, I thought. I had never thought about low-hanging balls before but I found these ones totally fascinating.
He sat on the upper bench opposite me with his legs wide open and his balls hanging a long way over the side of the bench.
“Have you found a buyer yet?” I stuttered.
“I have a couple of offers on the table which I am considering. Hopefully something can be finalized soon. I love this gym and the members but I really feel I need a change. I’ll just take a sabbatical for a few months before deciding what to do.”
“We’ll all be sorry to see you go. I love coming here.”
“Thanks, I appreciate that.”
I don’t think he had much of an idea of what I did for a living. I always told people I worked in the entertainment industry, which wasn’t a lie, although I seldom specified in which sector. In fact, I worked in the adult entertainment industry, i.e. porn. My boss, who went under the name of Lady Margaret, owned a sizeable organization, run entirely by women. They produced videos, owned sex shops, swingers’ clubs, ‘liberal’ nightclubs, and a very classy restaurant which was highly respected in the Nice area.
My role in the organization was an interesting one. My title could have been General Factotum or Margaret’s Toy Boy but it was in fact Assistant to the President. It had no clear job specification and I covered a lot of areas, mainly screwing Margaret, as well as her friends and sometimes business associates when politic to do so. I also covered recruiting, dealing with English-speaking and Spanish-speaking customers and distributors, and supervised the correspondence in English. I also participated in movies. She was bisexual and sponsored some female bodybuilders who took her fancy.
Anyway, I really liked Claude and wanted to help him out. I could really see his potential in our industry. He had a beautiful body, and the most amazing pair of testicles, which made him highly marketable. He was very outgoing with no inhibitions. I also sensed he might be bisexual which would increase his opportunities.
“Claude, do you know what I do for a living?”
“Not precisely, no. Something to do with entertainment, you told me once, I think.”
“Right. If you’re not sure how to spend your time when you sell, I have a suggestion, which you may find interesting. The work is satisfying and the money is pretty good.”
“Really? Tell me more.”
“Well, you’re correct in that I work in entertainment but it is in fact in adult entertainment, if you get my meaning.”
His eyes widened, as I gave him an outline. “You could be a porn actor and, as you move well, you could be a stripper in the clubs.
Does it sound good?” I think I detected a little swelling of his penis. “Wow! Those balls could gain you access to some serious money.”
“You bet. What do we do next?”
“Let me fix a casting with my bosses and I’ll get back you. You’ll meet Lady Margaret and two of the partners. All ex-pornstars. And there’ll probably be a two camera girls, one to film and the other for stills.”
“Wow!” His eyes were popping.
“They always test the inhibitions of all the candidates who come, and I’m sure you can understand why, as the job requires you to do some pretty wild and daring stuff. For example, they’ll get you to strip in front of them while they make some pretty lewd comments. When I did it, I had to jerk off in front of them. Would you have a problem with that?”
“No, not really. Sounds like it’ll be an experience.”
*
The next afternoon I took Claude round to the garden of Lady Margaret’s house, where the casting was to take place. Claude was looking pretty cool. He had on a bright white tank top which contrasted well with his beautiful tanned body and a pair of tight jeans. My employer was wearing pink jeans and a tight white T-shirt, no bra underneath, and her nipples were protruding like accusing fingers through the thin cloth. Over the last weeks, since I had known her, those nipples had given me as much pleasure as I had given them.
Nanette, who had worked with Margaret for many years was wearing a tank top and a loose hippy-type cotton skirt. Her massive tits were not contained by a bra.
Monique wore a skimpy dress. She too was braless.
“Welcome Claude, we’ve heard so much about you,” said Margaret warmly. “Wow, nice body!”
The camera girls were just finishing setting up, and I took a seat opposite the ladies.
“OK, Claude, let’s see what you’ve got,” said Margaret gesturing for him to remove his apparel. He took off his tank top revealing his cut and tanned body. “Nice!” He removed his shoes. He turned his back to them and lowered his jeans showing them hard and well-shaped bottom. “Wahoo!” He turned round to face them. Margaret was sitting by herself on a two-seater swing sofa, and the other two were lying on separate sun-loungers. He was now wearing just a thong which covered his genitalia. He was facing me when he dropped the thong and put his legs apart, so that they could see his balls dangling from behind. “Wow!”
He turned round to face them. “Wow! Have you got golf balls in there?” I hadn’t really noticed before how big his balls were, I’d only focused on how low they hung, which must have been almost six inches (15cm) down his leg. They really were huge. There must have been nearly a total of a hundred years’ porn experience among these women, and the number of male packages they must have experienced over the years can only be guessed at, but even they were very impressed by what they saw.
The camera girls were already at work. Jeanne was clicking away with the stills and Maryse was filming. He exhibited himself in front of each one, and none of them could refrain from cupping his mighty testicles in their hands and fondling them. He winced once or twice as they applied a little too much pressure. Monique licked them, and Nanette stuck her hand between his legs pulling the sack back between his legs. “Look they reach up to his butthole!” she cried incredulously. She let them go and his scrotum swung like the hammer in a church bell. One of the women asked him to bend forward while she stuck two fingers up his rectum and rammed them in and out. From his expression, it wasn’t clear whether he was feeling pain, pleasure or both. “Sit down next to me Claude,” beckoned Margaret. He was getting a little stiff, as they proceeded to ask him questions about his life, how he managed to have such a great body and about his sexual orientation.
As I thought, he was bi-sexual, and when it came to men he was giver not a receiver. He had a special liking for young effeminate boys around twenty, and if they had big cocks so much the better. As they spoke, Margaret gently stroked his thigh which made him as stiff as a ramrod. She then delicately ran her fingers around his circumcised head. “I hear you dance well. We need strippers. Might that interest you?” He nodded enthusiastically. “Could you give us a little demo? But you can’t dance with hard-on like that. What are we going to do?”
“Maybe you could jerk off in front of us and we can see how much those mighty balls contain,” suggested Monique. Nanette nodded in agreement.
“Great idea! Just shoot your load over the grass here as far as it’ll go,” said Margaret giggling.
He stood in front of them, with his back to me. He masturbated vigorously, while the girls filmed and clicked. Soon he started to twitch. He groaned loudly, as he shot the contents about six feet over the grass to whoops and enthusiastic applause.
Margaret passed him a tissue to wipe his cock and put on some music for Claude to dance to. He was amazing. He managed to get his balls to swing, go round in circles, swing back and forth like a pendulum, so that they hit his butthole. “I think we have a new star!”
*
We all stripped off and went to cool down in the pool. Margaret offered him work in the movies: straight and gay, and gigs as a stripper in the clubs and private parties. He was going to do alright, and I felt so glad that I could help him out.
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