Rent Boy

  So there we were. Each group in their own corner, most of the guys didn’t speak, a few did, I have no idea what they were saying as they were speaking in another language. I stayed close to Franco and he and I got along like a house on fire. Very cute too. A lot of Czech men are hot and he was hot. But most of all he was the friendliest guy there and good to talk to. Then the first group got their cue to jump in the pool and film their group sex scene. We just had to sit there and watch and wait for our turn. What I found unusual was the fact that we were filming a gay porno in a backyard of a residential built up area, they next door neighbours could very easily look in as their home towered over the backyard. Somehow this did not discourage the film makers. Whatever.

  So it felt a little strange just sitting there watching a group of 10 guys having group sex in the pool. Everyone pretty much ignored what was happening in the pool like it was nothing to look at. I couldn’t help but feel a little aroused. Franco was just chatting away to me, like nothing was happening in the background. There was a little music playing in the background, I think it was just some techno style dance music, I wasn’t sure. All I could really hear were the ‘Oooh baby’s” and ‘Yeah man’s”, ‘Yeah fuck man’s’, you know the usual gay sex talk. Again, whatever.

  They were filming the scene with a few ‘cut’s and ‘take’s’ and so on, when one of the guys were going to cum they would do a close up. I don’t think I need to elaborate anymore on what they did and filmed, you get the picture. But all you need to know is that this first group took about say 30 to 35 minutes, then the director said ‘cut’ and it was done. The first group of guys got out the pool, were individually handed a towel, dried off then they were escorted inside the house. There was no explanation, they just were led off by security guards and went inside. I looked on with a bit of confusion as to why they had to go inside. But they went and that was it. It was the next groups turn, then after that, it was our turn. So I was in group three.

  The second group pretty much rein acted the exact same scene as the first group, almost like a carbon copy. We just looked on and just sitting there patiently waiting for our ‘fifteen minutes of fame’. Going by what I saw within the performance of the first group and now this group it seemed like these guys had done this sort of work before. But it was the fact that they were all from Europe that kept arising in my mind. They were all very hot and muscular too I might add. But I always did have a soft spot for a hot Czech guy. In fact Franco talked to me about the gay scene in Czech Republic. Apparently it is a utopia for hot male escorts there and most of the gay males there do something in the sex industry. He said that most of the good looking guys are gay and they tend to use that to their advantage to make some money. Whether that was true or not, I don’t know, but the talent here kind of proved it. But it did make sense though if it was true. Franco was decent guy though, I could tell that he had done gay porn before. He actually did confess that he does do escort work too, with both males and females. He works freelance apparently and said he is making quite a good living and gets al lot of opportunities for international travel. Which explains his reason for his visit to Australia. Then he said that is also why the other guy’s are here too. The other guys were professional sex industry workers, be it escorting or gay porn or whatever. I felt small, like I was an amateur. But I was here now and had to go through with it, there was no turning back. Suddenly I heard some strange noises in the background. Initially it sounded like a barking dog, I couldn’t tell as the music kind of distorted the audibility. I tried to tune in my focus on that sound to try and work out what it was as it sounded so bizarre. It sounded like screams. Then it stopped. Then I heard it again, this time it was clearer. It was a very dull sounding blood curdling scream and it was coming from inside the house. I really couldn’t tell, but I was sure it was one of the guys from the first group screaming like it was some sort of agonizing pain. I had to ask Franco if he heard it. “Can you hear that?” I whispered in Franco’s ear. “What?” he whispered back in my ear. “Listen.....it’s someone screaming” I whispered with fear in my voice. Franco was trying to tune his hearing to the faint sound of screams. “Those screams are for real or they are bloody good actors” I whispered to Franco. Then one of the security guards from the other side of the pool noticed I was whispering into Franco’s ear. For some reason he gave me an evil eye look then reached for the volume knob on the stereo system and turned it up louder. But I could still hear the screams coming from inside the house. This was not normal. Something seedy was going on and I didn’t like it. “I can hear it!” Franco gasped. Then he froze and went completely pale. I swear, his face went pale white and he sat there with a look of horror. “What!?” I gasped “What is it!...tell me!” I whispered. He shook his head and suddenly found it hard to breathe. He turned to me and said “We gotta get out of here!” “Why, what’s going on?” I jumped. His breathing got heavier and faster like he was panting like a dog. The other guys were oblivious to everything. They had no idea of the conversation between Franco and I and seemed to ignore the screams. “Right, that’s it, I’m outta here, I’m goin....now!” I whispered back to Franco in a slightly demanding and deeper voice. “Take me with you” he said to me as he was looking directly to my face with pure terror. Security guards and film crew were everywhere but for some reason no one was guarding the door where we entered from. That was the obvious escape path. I told Franco to act casually and not make a scene and try not to look like we were running away. We both casually but slowly put our jeans back up, grabbed our bags and very slowly just walked right out the back entrance. This was amazing and so easy, no one suspected anything. We shut the door, or it was more like a backyard gate, and casually walked down the driveway past the parked BMW’s just seconds away from complete freedom. Freedom from god forbid, whatever was going on in that house. As we were walking down the driveway, I heard man with a deep voice and with some European accent in English yell “Hold him down, hold him!”. It sounded a bit muffled but it was clearly heard and was coming from inside the house. That made both Franco and I come to complete halt with fear and we just looked at each other. Then suddenly we heard a clear blood curdling scream from one of the guys. This was not acted, this was for real. It was loud and clear and we knew straight away if we don’t run we would have our lives at risk. Then the same scream, again, and again. My pulse was racing and both Franco and I ran as fast as we could down the drive and running down the street. Running for our lives. As we were running I yelled out to Franco “We need to call the cops!” He stopped. Then came up to me and slapped me across the face and said “You don’t get it do you?” “What?” I said in shock. “The cops......you say anything and...you will put both our lives in danger, they will hunt you down”. I was confused what this all meant. I was too shocked and disturbed to reply. I just didn’t want to think about what could have possibly went on in that house. I was hoping it was an act, or just some kinky sex play. Not snuff. Then Franco shocked me, like as if I could not be any more disturbed, and said “These guys....these video guys......they are in big business, they sometimes cover up something else that has a huge demand, more than porn, they seek out and lure their so called actors to be snuffed on film and they sell these videos on the black market for hundreds of thousands of dollars.....I’m afraid we have been tricked, we have been had, this is no porn movie, this is real life”. “What on earth are you talkin’ ‘bout, do you mean they are luring us to be killed on film?”. Franco didn’t reply he just shrugged his shoulders and said ‘We have to get away from here, we have to run”. So we ran together like we were running a marathon and having no idea we we were or where we were going. We were running for our lives.

  We ran for about an hour and somehow the intense fear of how close we could have possibly came to death did not tire us. I noticed Franco could not keep up with me and was bringing up the rear. I looked behind me to check and suddenly he was gone. I stopped and called out for him. When I stopped it was the
whole world just paused for a second and went silent. You could hear a pin drop. I walked back slowly from the direction I came in, in case he went down another street. Then I could not believe my eyes. I saw Franco in the distance, about 500 or so metres from me being forced into a car. It was a BMW, just like one of the one’s we saw in the driveway. But Franco saw me, he didn’t scream or yell for help, he just casually got into the car without saying a word. I was confused. What the hell was going on? Then the car sped off, I just kept on running away.

  Hours later I came across a taxi and hailed it down. I asked him to take me to the hotel I was staying at and strangely enough he just gave me a weird look and said “Okay” and went. I wondered what that look was for. I soon realised why when I got to the hotel. The taxi fare was $65.00. I must have come from quite distance away from central Sydney even though it did not feel like it.

  Remarkably I managed to get the next available flight back to Melbourne and made it home. I now felt safe, like I escaped death. When I got home my housemate were sitting in the lounge and said “Gee you’re home early”. “Yeah, I was not feeling well so I decided to come home” I replied. All I wanted to do was go to my room and go to bed. So I did.

  I woke up the next morning feeling quite depressed. I felt disturbed like I had witnessed a grisly murder or something. I felt sick to my stomach. I could not get those horrible screams out of my head. I kept thinking about what Franco had said that it may have been a set up to lure victims for snuff films. But there were so many unanswered questions. Like if they were making a snuff film, why do it in a residential suburb? Also why did Franco not try and escape when those guys caught him? Perhaps Franco was setting me up? Perhaps the whole porn or snuff thing was just a scam? I just didn’t know what to think or who to talk to. I dared not to call the police for fear that they may have some connection, though I doubted that could have potential. I just didn’t know what to think or what to do. I was in a dead end and feeling so miserable. My whole world around just felt suddenly dark and cold. I felt as though I had entered a dark underworld of the unknown and came so close to death. I was so depressed and scared that I just cried all day.

  The whole day I locked myself in my room and cried. I had to know what was going on in the house. I had to know. It was keeping me up at night, literally. Then I forgot about something. The cheque that was written and given to me. I immediately went to the bank to deposit it. This would explain if this so called porn film was legitimate or not. So I deposited the cheque and had to wait the normal clearance period.

  The normal clearance period for a cheque was five working days back then. After about three days I got a call from the bank. The cheque was bogus. In fact the bank name on the cheque did not exist, the whole thing was fake. I knew this was going to be the case. I had been had.

  For weeks I could not get the screams out of my mind. I then kept getting visual images in my mind like a montage of torture, butchering and murder of human beings. I kept getting disturbing images of the guys from the so called porn movie getting butchered alive. It made me physically sick to the core and I knew I need help

  As time went on I started to have severe panic attacks. They were so severe at one point that I would ring 000 thinking I was having a heart attack. The anxiety and panic was a manifestation of all the bad stuff that has happened to me in the past and this snuff thing was the icing on the cake. I could not take the anxiety anymore. Everyone around me saw my personality was changing and I was having very bad mood swings. But everyone just thought I was just coming down from drugs as that was my reputation. So I saw a doctor and explained that I can no longer put up with the anxiety and needed help. So he prescribed me Xanax. It helped but I soon got addicted.

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  Chapter twelve.....Life; or Something Like It

  Once I got back into the swing of things, thanks to the Xanax, I was so back out on the party scene, back to working casually at the cafe and doing my escort work. It was like one morning I awoke and thought I refuse to feel sorry for myself or anyone else when I don’t really know what my problem is. I had a new attitude. But it was not good. Even though previously I was considered by others to have an attitude problem, it only got worse. I hated everyone. I looked after number one, and that was my attitude. I also found that I could not live a day without Xanax.

  My attitude was getting to the point of affection my work and my relationships with people. I would quite often be really rude to customers at work and really didn’t give a shit. Strangely enough, my bosses never told me off for it as I was an asset to the business due to my bartending skills. I thought I was immortal. My ego grew and grew and so did my credit card debts. But at the same time I would severe panic attacks and hid from everyone so nobody could see me in that state. I had no idea why I was panicking. Perhaps it was the disturbing experience in Sydney that triggered it, or perhaps I was in denial of my abusive past, perhaps I was hiding my true inner self and was afraid to express it. I think that was it. I think I was simply afraid of myself. I could not see my future anymore. It was all about living for the weekend and that does not lead to a life. I felt alone and quite stupid really.

  There were a few times that I picked up some guys in a club and we would go to some flashy five star hotel and have a wild sex party. All paid for on my credit card only because I wanted to offer. I gave the impression that I was rich, but I wasn’t. I just had available credit. I lived in a world of lies, deceit, sin and popping pills.

  My boss at the escort agency gave me a reminder to get another blood test done. It was a routine procedure and law basically. My tests have always been good and never any problems. So I went for my usual blood test, got the results back a couple weeks later and all clear. Everything was fine, just like I expected.

  The shelf life of an escort is quite short. Even though I had been crowned escort of the month twice in a row previously, the demand for my services was decreasing. So I got less and less jobs. In fact I did not get any jobs since my last blood test even though I was rostered on. I had been working there too long and the clients tend to go for the ‘new flesh’. Which makes sense, as the clients like to meet new guys. I thought well, it’s just the way it goes, so I decided to give it up. For good. No more escort work. In fact, I wanted some sort of stability in my life and stop being so stubborn and selfish. I was getting older and knew it was time that I grow up. There was no time like the present. So I was in search of the dreaded nine to five job and as I had quit escorting, my sex drive was on the prowl with vengeance.

  If I think about now why I decided to get a ‘normal’ job I think it was because I was mentally maturing. I needed to calm down as my life was in the fast lane and was just getting too fast. I also came to a realisation that someday I would have to stop all this sex, drugs and sausage rolls thing. I also realised that my credit cards debts were not going to go away either. I had to make severe lifestyle changes and I took the plunge. I applied for a job with a bank and got the job. I think it was one of the best things I could have done. I also told myself it was time to come off the Xanax and I don’t know how I did it, but I stopped taking them. No more drugs anymore.

  I quit my job at the cafe and went straight to a full time job in a bank. This was a nine to five job and it felt good. It gave me a sense that I’m finally doing something that contributes to society and it would be helping myself. So I wanted to try hard at this job and I wanted to do well. It was a call centre position but the prospects for promotion was fantastic. Even though the job sounded boring, I found the environment exhilarating. It was so different for me and I enjoyed it.

  Months later and I became one of the best employees at the call centre. My results were great and impressed my managers. But most of all I had never felt so proud of myself. I felt as if my feet were finally firm on the ground. It was about time. In terms of my party habits, they were also rest
ricted. I only went out say one weekend of a fortnight and other times I would just go to saunas. I was just living the life of how a normal gay man would live, I was just not as wild as I was. I was also keeping in contact with my mum a lot more than I used to. She loved that. I know I should have kept in contact with mum a lot more during my excessive party days but that’s in the past.

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  A few years had gone by and I am still working at the bank and since then had been promoted twice. My life was just like living like a normal twenty-something year old but with a lot more determination to succeed in life. I was really getting career focussed now and it was a career that I had never envisaged. My mum was so proud of me. I was working in the financial planning department and getting qualifications at the same time. I was also earning a decent wage too. So my budgeting skills got to the point of financial astuteness. My credit cards bills kept coming in but I managed to keep up with them. In fact all my bills were paid on time, I was very strict with that and took great pride in it. During those couple of years there were times that my sex drive was a bit out of control but I managed to control my addiction to sex. It was easy to manage. All I had to do was go to a cruising area like a sauna, or beach and sex was just there when you wanted. In my case, it was when I need it. After I got my dose of sex, it was a sense of relief that my addiction was satisfied and that would keep me out of trouble for at least another 24 hours, if you know what I mean.