The second client who ever hired me asked if I would help him fulfill an “intruder fantasyâ€.
He gave me a general timeframe and his address. He instructed me to sneak into his home, and that his clothes would be disposable. The rest was up to me.
I crept up the stairs to his front door, aware that we both knew what was about to happen, but trying to commit to the silent, discrete movement of a real intruder. I remember thinking as I climbed the stairs, “What if this is a sick practical joke that someone is playing on this man? What if I’m the oblivious tool of someone’s twisted vengeance, or cruel sense of humour?â€
I slowly cranked the door handle, and took off my shoes before entering the house to avoid my shoes clunking against the floor. I shut the door behind me and noticed a tidy stack of twenty dollar bills on a table by the door. Phew. I studied the interior for a moment. He had good taste in art and furniture. I moved through the living room and into a narrow hallway. The house was in good condition, but it was old and it was difficult to tread without making the floors moan. I moved slowly and deliberately past a bedroom, a work room, another bedroom, toward a kitchen. As I rounded the corner, there he sat in a plain chair in front of the table, facing away from me, reading a book. I’m sure he could sense my presence, and the tension hung in the air like gravity had just double for a moment, and then I leapt.
I immediately put one hand over his mouth and swung my other arm around his neck, forcefully dragging him out of the chair and causing it to tilt and fall. As he moved to grab at my hands, I pulled my arm from his neck and ripped at his buttoned shirt, exposing his chest and sending several buttons flying across the room and clacking against the walls and floors. I continued dragging him to one of the bedrooms as he asked with desperation, “What do you want!?†I ignored his question and we continued to wrestle on the floor of the bedroom. Before long I had him in a headlock with my weight on his body, making it difficult for him to continue thrashing. I finally opened my mouth to speak.
“Just quit fighting and I won’t hurt you too badly. This will all be over soon.â€
I held him there for a few moments to ensure he was giving up, at least for the moment, and swung around in front of him. I continued holding him by his hair, now looking him in the eye. He was relatively handsome. â€Take whatever you want, just leave me alone,†he said to me, gritting his teeth.
“I’m gonna enjoy this,†is all I said in response, as I unzipped my shorts and pulled out my cock. He began to resist again but I held him there and slapped him in the face.
“I’m gonna get what I want, and you’re gonna shut up and give it to me or this is gonna get a lot worse,†I explained as I pushed my crotch to his face. After gagging and choking on my cock for a few minutes, I stood him up and threw him on the bed face down. I held his neck with my arm while I pulled at his pants exposing his bare ass in a jockstrap. I chuckled mischievously and continued to ravage his body.
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Once we finished I took a brief shower and we compared notes on the experience, even cracked a couple of jokes. He was calm and pleasant. He worked in theatre. It made me cringe to think that someone who works in theatre had to endure any attempt by me to act, but he seemed to have gotten exactly what he wanted, and despite my intense anxiety leading up to the experience, I also had quite a good time. Acting out a rape role-play can be oddly intimate in a sense. I understand the idea is rather disturbing, but surfing that power dynamic is a fascinating experience. True sadism isn’t really erotic for me, but seeing someone so thoroughly embrace the submission and humiliation can be intoxicating.
Not all of my adventures in escorting and pornography are so kinky and nuanced. Some of them are totally vanilla. Some are more emotionally engaging than others. Some are hardly even sexual at all, while some are literally just hours of fucking. Some people have very specific desires or capabilities. But they are all unique and interesting in their own way.
It’s not easy, and it can be very draining, but I think it’s the best job I’ve ever had.
(Music credit: Every High – Kyson
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