Harry would swear blind to anyone who asked that he wasn't gay, it just so happened he was very good at sucking cock. The great thing about being young, good looking and a great cock sucker was old men would pay good money, something that had helped Harry finance his way through university for the last three years.
The first time he was just 18 when a man old enough to be his grandfather engaged him in conversation at the bar. The man bought him a few drinks and Harry guessed by the hints the man kept dropping he was gay. When Harry went to the toilets the man followed him in and made no attempt to hide his erection as they stood next to each other. The man looked straight at Harry and said, "£20 if you suck my cock and let me cum in your mouth."
As Harry had less than £5 in his pocket, he said nothing but pulled the man into an empty stall. Harry had never sucked a cock before but he didn't really need much expertise as the man fucked his mouth until he spurted thick jets of cum down Harry's throat.
Harry was hooked, not just on the easy money but on how much he liked the taste of cum. Watching videos online of both men and women giving blowjobs he started to develop a technique that allowed him to build up a small number of regulars. He learnt how caress a guy's balls as he worked the shaft with his mouth and how to milk every drop as the man would spurt in his mouth. It wasn't uncommon for him to give more than one blow job in a night and on one occasion blew five guys one after the other.
He got plenty of offers and requests to proceed further and let them fuck him, but he always declined as it wasn't something that really interested him. Even when he was offered £100 he was happier just blowing more men to earn the same. When his regulars found out he was a virgin the offers increased to £500 to be the first, which although tempting; he kept insisting he wasn't gay.
His little group of followers varied from older gay men through to married men who weren't getting their cock sucked at home and they all wanted slightly differently things. They all agreed that Harry looked like the perfect twink with his thin willowy body and virtually no body hair. The hair on his head was cut in a floppy style so that when he started to work his head back and forward it would gently whip the body of the man he was sucking.
Sucking cock wasn't the only thing Harry was hooked on, the other was dogs, but not just any dogs, he loved greyhounds. The difference was that although Harry was very skilled at sucking cock, he was total rubbish when it came to betting on the dogs. Once he got to the track and saw the lights and smell of the track all logic went out of his head.
He would bet on a dog because he liked the name or that he decided that night trap 4 was a lucky trap. Sometimes he would win but those winnings would quickly go as he would bet bigger and bigger. More often than not he would lose and then he made the mistake so many gamblers make, he started giving out markers. At first it was an IOU for a blow job in return for a bet, something he didn't mind doing although some of the bookies or their minders were quite rough.
He remembered how one guy had held his head rigid and forced his cock down his throat until his balls rested on Harry's chin. Then he had proceeded to fuck Harry's throat, ignoring his coughing and gagging until he was about to cum. The man pulled out allowing Harry to take in great lungful's of air as he worked his cock until he shot strings of seed over Harry's face. To complete the humiliation the man wiped his cock in Harry's hair before turning away without a word.
Harry decided that blow jobs for bets was a bad idea and turned to the loan sharks who were more than happy to take his markers. They weren't interested in blow jobs, instead glib statements about "we will work something out," were bandied about. Then one day the loans stopped and to make things worse the demands for repayment started.
Harry recalled the three large men who came into his regular bar and sat down around him.
"So Harry, there is some good news and some bad news for you," one of the heavyset men said in a conversational tone. "First the bad news, your debt of £5,000 is owned by our...consortium and repayment is due now."
At the word consortium the man waved his hand at the other two men with him who smiled, though it was less frightening when they didn't. The man paused as if he was thinking and then put his arm around Harry conspiratorially and pulled him close.
"The good news is you can pay your debt off in one night." The man waited to allow Harry to absorb the news before he went on, "my friends and I like to make films and we will pay you £5,000 for one film starring the four of us and of course, Timmy."
Harry didn't need to ask what would happen if he refused so finished his drink and followed them to their large black SUV.
When they arrived at the 'studio' it turned out to be a small warehouse with a few lights and cameras on tripods. At the back was a couple of doors which one of the men referred to as 'the facilities'.
