What is acting & What is Real Part 3

Chapter 235-2

What is acting & What is Real

Part 3

It was nearly 3:30 by the time we finally went to bed; I had promised Mark that I would teach him everything I knew about sex, which wasn’t a lot. Well, mostly when it came to boys. I was fairly good in the girl department. Mark agreed to teach me in that department so when I am with a boy or a man that was gay known to us as Mary’s or Queens that preferred young boys like us or younger. I could perform to their expectations or better.

In my case it was the better I was more concerned about considering I was the one they were going to spend a king’s ransom to bed me for one night. So the sex had to be good. Being on film and role-playing was one of the best ways for me to learn in regards to what they liked and what their fantasies were. I quickly gathered that they liked anything that was in living day to day life and perverting it to a sexual fantasy, which was something I could work with.

I groaned when Mark shook me awake telling me that Mr. Tate was opening the door, was bring in our breakfast in bed. Then again neither of us was surprised to see it was Antonio who was dressed in a bathrobe and barefoot. I was just a little surprised by the fact he wasn’t naked, then again we weren’t shooting, which meant the rule wasn’t in effect. Antonio was a handsome kid in his mid-twenties; he wasn’t or never was one of the boys that Mr. Tate or Mr. Nestor bought as a young boy to star in their films.

Yet I am not saying they didn’t like them young because they did. In fact, all the boys on the crew were in their early twenties all accept Carmon who was in his early forties. The only reason they kept him around was that he was a good makeup artist that was gay meaning he liked young boys, in fact, the younger the better.

If I didn’t know better it was a prerequisite to be hired on that they all liked having sex with young boys and liked seeing them naked. Plus the fact most people once hired on would have gone to the cops and ratted them out. Mr. Tate gave them everything they could ever want. Lots of naked boy flesh, and the benefits package that paid them well to keep their mouths shut, and allowing them to have sex with the boys as often they liked when they weren’t shooting.

Antonio had a great looking body, well muscled toned, tan skin and light blue eyes. With blond hair with a green spike up the middle wearing earrings which were a big fashion hit these days. Even today most boys and men wear studded earrings. I however never took to it. Back then it was considered a gay fashion statement. Now today it has lost that stigma. I had learned a long time ago that it didn’t matter to me regarding if they were gay or not.

Mostly because of the things I had done back then that would consider me just like them, but looking back even now, I questioned the possibility, yet the thing was I really preferred girls over boys, but I liked having both, did that make me gay? I don’t really know, considering I was taught that it didn’t and it was ok to have both. Now today I don’t have either because I had given up that life altogether, but for me, those were the days I was truly happy compared to now. Where I am judged for the things I felt and did back then.

On the tray with our food was a contract for me and Mark to sign. Mr. Tate had signed his name and placed a bloody fingerprint right by his name. Telling me this was a blood contract stating that it can’t be broken, which meant if he or I broke this contract we could never be trusted again. I read the contract including the fine print. It was everything we had agreed upon last night. With the exception in very fine print, if I didn’t perform to the best of my abilities not only will the contract be voided, I would be a slave to Mr. Tate until my twenty-fifth birthday.

I laughed and refused to sign it as I underlined it showing it to Mark he too laughed. Telling me no one ever reads the fine print, where does not states what Mr. Tate considers our best-performing abilities were.

Pa taught me that I should never sign anything that gives a person an edge over me. I handed the contract back to Antonio writing a side note that states that I want to know what he considers performing “my best abilities” were in detail and when I am not…. before I and Mark sign it. Antonio blinked at me and we shooed him away and he left us as we quickly ate our breakfast in bed. Waiting for the low growl and steaming mad Mr. Tate to storm down to our room.

We didn’t have to wait long as the door banged opened finding Mr. Tate fully dressed other than being barefoot. Dad was right behind him, he too was barefoot and fully clothed and so were my new brothers. Dad laughed as Mr. Tate and I explained the exchanging of words and the contract as he took it out of his hand to read it.

Dad said. “Mr. Tate I wouldn’t sign it either not knowing up front what you consider what are my best is and what is not. Allowing you to determine and only you to determine if they are at any given time.”

Mr. Tate blinked. “Its fair deal Mr. Carrion, since I am expecting a lot and I am the one paying him large sums of money, in fact, more money then I have ever paid any of my boys when filming them.”

Dad said. “That may be Mr. Tate, yet that’s not what concerns us or him. You stated it clearly yesterday if Mark didn’t perform to your expatiation's like Mr. Nestor didn’t… you would fire him, telling him he had just dodged a bullet yesterday if I and Stringum didn’t buy his contract or showed him something, he would have been found dead in a ditch with a hole in his head.

“That Mr. Nestor had been informed that Mark wouldn’t be coming back and had told Sal that he would never see Mark ever again. Yet Mark did come back and he had dodged a bullet by me buying his contract and he performed well yesterday and you stated it was the best he had done in a very long time. Now you are offering my son the same shady deal and expect him to sign it as well as Mark for the second time.

“I will advise him and Mark not too sign any contract without me, or Stringum and his lawyers going over it first, more so when it is a blood contract.”

Mr. Tate said. “Fine, it just proves the boy has brains, I was just testing him and he passed.” We knew it was a lie, he really wanted me and Mark to sign it, without reading it, or having Stringum and his people go over it. He was not a man to be trusted. However, it made me smile watching him walkway still bull legged and sore after last night.

Mr. Tate turned on a dime and said. “We are shooting in 45 minutes poolside.”

Dad said. “No, we're shooting after Mr. Stringum arrives with the doctor.”

He Growled. “I said 45 minutes Mr. Carrion; just Mark Sal and Nate; since they will be seen last.”

Dad said. “No, we agreed that all the boys will be seen first; before that.”

Mr. Tate got up into Dads face said. “They are only shooting nude scenes, and body tasting, not even a full tasting as agreed. They could do the other after they have seen the damn doctor.”

Dad said. “Just making it clear Mr. Tate, after reading your contract so you don’t fire me or my boys for not performing their best, whatever that might be.”

Mr. Tate mumbled something intangible. Dad asked how we slept and how our night went being as we were now brothers. Mark said it went great, I said. “Could have been better if you want to know Dad, considering I really don’t know what Mark considers great or his best performance.”

Dad and Mark laughed because it seemed the joke was on Mr. Tate. Dad told me and Mark to get dressed and be poolside to keep Mr. Tate happy. There was no sign of Jeff which was either a good thing or a bad thing, or it was just that I wasn’t interesting enough for him.

Even I had to admit being filmed was not all that exciting as you would think when you spend most the time in makeup. The only good thing was I didn’t need much to cover up the bruises from Pig Face other than a dub here and dab there, plus another bad wig. The script was simple and corny.

I hated it, but the truth be told nobody cared about the lines, all they wanted you to do was take off all your clothes and have sex, or something that would lead into it. Even Dad seemed bored by it. Mr. Tate said after the tenth run through of absolutely nothing exciting that he has seen hundred times in hundred different ways asking Dad and me what we could do to spice it up.

Dad said. “It depends, are you looking for something tantalizing or just naked boys swimming naked back and forth in a pool all day?”

He asked the million dollar question what would we do differently. Dads said. “Add girls to it. You keep forgetting about your new subscriptions. You are not just trying to get all those Mary’s to buy your videos. You forgetting the large portion that guys and boys like to see naked girls; it’s hard work to keep young boys attention when all they see are other boys naked.”

Mr. Tate said. “But I don’t have any girls signed on for filming nor are there any here.”

Dad said. “Then I guess we aren’t ready to shoot a pool scene that would leave our viewers foaming at the mouth before they toss what you have in the garbage.” I knew what Dad was doing. He was trying to either derail the filming until we had no choice but to go home or wait until Stringum got here. Either way, it was working.

Mr. Tate was pulling his hair out, as he looked at us and gave a heavy sigh. Then shook his head no, said. “Ok no pool scene, how about a nice juicy sex scene with Mark and Nate?” He had stopped calling me Steve, mostly because he couldn’t decide when he was supposed to use it or not when it was just us.

Dad and I refused to change it. Only when used in a script or in print. Which was a good thing, because I had hard enough time as it was answering to Nate instead of Eric, but I had gotten used to the fact that everyone calls me Nate, nine times out of ten anyway.

Dad looked at me and Mark as we shrugged our shoulders. Dad said. “Let’s write a believable script, something which doesn’t seem cheesy and done a hundred times. Like two boy’s going out the beach frolicking in the sun, two boys that spend every waking moment in secret love romance, trying to hide the fact they are madly in love with each other from the world. Stealing moments where it is just them and nobody else. We could do a whole series of films based on this one romance; giving them everyday lives and adversity stealing those secret moments when nobody is looking.

“We could start with a simple introduction where they meet for the first time and develop it, to the point all the Mary’s will gasp, cry and wondering when they are finally going to say those words. When are they going to kiss for the first time, and share every moment together; their first fight, there first in everything?

Then we twist it, adding something they would never except that one of them or both of them have a secret. Even the real men and woman of all ages would buy it and it would fly off the shelves if marketed right.” Mr. Tate was writing it down as fast as Dad and I could expand on the idea.

Mr. Tate asked Cameron and his partner what they thought about the idea. Having them state it would grab those Mary’s to the point of a total meltdown with two-star cross lovers; that they would never miss an episode and would gossip about it causing more to watch it.

The rest of the crew said the boy and their girlfriends and mothers would buy it and be talking about it to all their friends.  Mr. Tate saw dollar signs when they said that, said. “Playboy has nothing on the market that I know of that consist of what you are suggesting.”

Dad said. “True, but the problem is Mark and Nate would need a whole new character and look, and it would have to be the same look every time or no one will buy it.”

Mr. Tate asked Cameron and his partner if they could come up with something by the end of the day. Drawings and sketches of what the boys could look like. Dad said. “We would need a real writer for those scenes and I know of someone that could do it.”

Mr. Tate was foaming at the mouth thinking about all that money he was going to make from it. Dad and I were thinking of all the bad people we could take down from it; plus the fact we really needed this to work.

It wasn’t long before we heard the chopper overhead telling us that Stringum and the doctor and his lawyers, as well as his contractors that wanted to go over the plans of the remodel, we're here.

Mr. Tate quickly asked one question and that was if the holding pins had been removed not wanting Stringum to find out about it, yet the thing was he did know about it thanks to me and Jeff.

Dad had Mr. Tate move up the day to Monday instead of Tuesday, in hopes of us going home sooner than later. He and I hated the fact we were in such a small remote area with no contact from the outside world. Plus the fact that Mark and I were missing two days of school. Just to feed Mr. Tate’s huge ego.

Tony has made no contact with us other than the fact Jeff had relayed messages to me and me relaying messages to Dad that so far everything was going according to plan and Mr., Nestor has been sent packing, and has given up two of the people that could be the ones holding the keys we needed inside those secret rooms at Mr. Tate’s estate, which meant we were only lacking one person we needed to get to know so we could have it.