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Toronto Gay Escorts: The Good, the Bad, and the Flaky Welcome to the wild, wonderful, and occasionally infuriating world of gay male escorts in Toronto — where the Village still pulses with energy, Pride turns the city into a week-long party, and a scroll through Rent.Men can feel like browsing a high-end menu of boyfriends-for-hire. From muscled tops advertising “real man experience” to versatile students offering the full Boyfriend Experience (BFE), Toronto’s scene is diverse, accessible, and surprisingly resilient. But behind the glossy photos and five-star teases lies a gig-economy reality that’s equal parts thrilling and chaotic. Let’s break it down with honesty, a dash of humor, and zero sugar-coating. The Good: Why It Can Be Fantastic Toronto boasts one of North America’s most vibrant queer communities, and the escort scene reflects that. You’ll find everything from athletic porn-adjacent pros to charming “bad boy next door” types who can go from vanilla cuddles to full kink in the same session. Many emphasize companionship — dinner dates, event arm candy during TIFF or Pride, or just low-key evenings where conversation flows as easily as everything else. Rates usually land in the $200–$400/hour range (higher for overnights or premium talent), and the variety is impressive: all ages, ethnicities, body types, and orientations. Some guys are full-time pros who travel for multi-day bookings; others are university students paying rent or funding tuition. When it clicks — respectful chemistry, great hygiene on both sides, and genuine vibes — it can feel like the ultimate stress-reliever in a busy, sometimes lonely city. Plenty of clients walk away raving about attentive service, zero judgment, and that rare “he actually seemed into it” magic. The Bad (and the Ugly): Flakiness, Ghosting, and Last-Minute Chaos Ah, the notorious flakiness. Showing up two hours late, cancelling 30 minutes before arrival, straight-up ghosting after confirmation, or letting messages pile up unanswered — it’s a complaint you’ll hear from clients across forums and private chats. It’s not every escort, but it happens often enough to be a running joke (or groan) in Toronto’s scene. Why so unreliable? A perfect storm of gig-economy realities: Overbooking to hedge against client no-shows. Toronto’s brutal traffic, TTC delays, and parking nightmares. Safety-first caution under Canada’s end-demand laws (Bill C-36), where buyers are criminalized and escorts stay extra vigilant about red flags. Burnout, mental health struggles, and the irregular lifestyle that comes with the job. Add in occasional substance use (crystal meth still weaves through parts of the broader gay scene) and the casual ghosting culture inherited from Grindr, and you get a recipe for frustration. It’s not malice most of the time — it’s survival in a high-pressure, low-structure world. The Hidden Challenges: What Escorts Really Deal With Here’s where it gets interesting (and human). Many escorts carry heavy backstories: family rejection for being gay, early independence, and the double stigma of queerness plus sex work. That leads to isolation — hiding their income from friends and family, struggling to date “civilians,” and battling anxiety or depression from the emotional labor of performing intimacy on demand. Mental health is a big one: burnout, body-image pressure, and the constant need to manage boundaries with strangers. Physical demands add up too — staying in shape, repetitive strain, and staying on top of sexual health despite the risks. Legally, the criminalization of clients makes everything more precarious; reporting bad situations to police is rare because of intersecting stigmas. Income can be good on paper, but it’s irregular, with no benefits, sick days, or safety net. Many rely on it for basics like rent, creating pressure that sometimes spills into flakiness. In short, it’s rarely “easy money.” It takes serious resilience, emotional intelligence, and boundary-setting that most nine-to-five jobs never demand. Rent.Men Reviews: Read Between the Lines (and Maybe Don’t Write Them) Rent.Men remains the go-to platform, packed with Toronto profiles and glowing (sometimes suspiciously perfect) reviews. But here’s the reality check: posting a public review creates a permanent digital paper trail linking you directly to an illegal (for the buyer) transaction. Savvy clients often skip reviewing altogether to avoid any future headaches. Even if you do post, the platform has a reputation for siding with escorts when negative feedback rolls in. Fact-based complaints about no-shows, poor service, or other issues can vanish after the escort requests removal — sometimes with little explanation or chance for rebuttal. This tilts the visible review ecosystem toward positivity, so many experienced clients treat RM scores as a starting point only and cross-check with private networks instead. Pro Tips: How to Be a Great Client (and Get Better Service) The golden rule? Treat it like a professional service with mutual respect, and you’ll rise to the top of their priority list. Here’s how to level up: Hygiene is non-negotiable (and thoughtful prep is sexy): Shower thoroughly — everywhere — right before meeting. Bottoms: a gentle lukewarm-water douche 30–90 minutes ahead is standard courtesy to keep things smooth and mess-free. If you’re prone to urgency on longer sessions, a dose of Imodium a couple hours prior can add peace of mind (without going overboard on douching, which can irritate). Tops don’t need to douche, but fresh is mandatory. If anything unexpected happens? Stay chill, grab a towel, quick rinse, zero drama. Grace under pressure earns major points. Be reliable and clear: Confirm details early, show up on time (or message promptly if delayed), and stick to the plan. Escorts get flaked on too — your consistency makes you the “easy, drama-free” booking they actually look forward to. Screening and deposits: Accept basic verification for their safety. A modest deposit (20–50%) shows you’re serious and helps everyone commit. Respect boundaries: Discuss limits, safer sex, and expectations upfront. Pay cash at the start. No haggling, no pushing extras, no overstaying without offering more. Be present, kind, and fun rather than purely transactional. Manage expectations: Have a backup plan. Focus on providers with solid recent patterns. And remember — even the best can have an off day in this unpredictable world. Clients who show up hygienic, punctual, respectful, and low-maintenance often report dramatically fewer flakes and far more enjoyable experiences. The scene works best as a two-way street. At the end of the day, Toronto’s gay escort world is a microcosm of the city itself: progressive, diverse, energetic, and imperfect. When you approach it with realism, respect, and a sense of humor, the “good” moments can outweigh the flaky ones. Just pack patience, bring your A-game on hygiene, and enjoy the ride — Toronto style. Research completed with assistance from Claude.

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Chapter 24 - A Morning After Jordyn opened his eyes. He felt the smooth sheets against his naked body and then winced as he tried to move. Everything ached - especially his back and his nipples. He raised the sheet and glanced down. When he saw the rings there he knew that this time none of it had been a dream and that this time there would be no waking up in his bed at the family home. Memories flooded into his mind of all that had happened. The ceremony, the street thugs, the cum and the piss. Then his breeding. All of those men, all of that cock. There had been WAY too many men. By the time they had lifted him into the sling he had been pretty much out of it. Maybe the poppers had something to do with that. Anyway, he couldn't remember much after Clyde had... That explained why his back hurt. He shifted and felt a new focus of discomfort. It wasn't that surprising - his hole had taken a lot of cock and he hazily remembered something else too. Despite all the discomforts he now felt his little dicklet rise to full attention. That somehow didn't seem right. The door opened. "Oh hi sweetie you are back with us!" "I've been asleep," he said groggily. "Oh only for about two days on and off," responded Spice breezily. Her peroxide hair was its usual stark contrast with the dark make-up around her eyes. "I've been coming in to check on your piercings and artwork. It's all fine. Now we need to get you washed and some food into you." Jordyn looked around him again. He was in a small room. It was really only a bed and a chair and a wardrobe. There was nothing personal about the room and he recognised it for what it was. A guest room. How many other young men had recovered here, how many had been looked after by Spice? He could ask her of course but it didn't really seem to matter. "Er - I've got some pain in my ... um." Spice looked at him like he was an idiot. "Well you let a crowd of big hairy guys at your sweet little virgin hole. Of course it hurts! It's nothing that spectacular - believe me I've seen a whole lot worse. Give it another couple of days and you'll be horny for more cock. Like I say I've seen this plenty of times before." Jordyn got out of bed and gingerly stood up. Hardly even registering the fact that he was naked. "Talking of horny," giggled Spice. She ushered him through into an adjoining little bathroom. Then she lathered her hand and carefully cleaned Jordyn's stiff little dicklet. "What's the reason for this then? Just pleased to see me?" Spice bit her lower lip as she grinned up at him. "No - I mean yes, I mean - I don't know. I was thinking about you know." "Oh well - I won't take offence. You've got rave reviews - you want to see?" Well of course he did. After thy had cleaned him up properly Spice handed him her phone. Jordyn took it and then paused. He knew this was likely to be exciting. "I'm not wearing my cage." Spice smiled at him. "It's in the draw of the bedside table sweetie." Jordyn found it while Spice went and ran some cold water onto her long fingers. A few judicious touches and Jordyn's little cock had shrunk enough to go back into its cage, where it belonged. Jordyn reached for the phone. Now he could enjoy himself. *** Over the next couple of days Jordyn watched the full three-hour film of his destruction all the way through three times, watched certain sections many more times than that. That last part, after all the men had emptied their balls a second time, when Ash had lubed up his entire hand. The young man's fingers and then wrist had disappeared into the gaping raw hole that even now Jordyn could hardly imagine was his. The hole of BoiFagBarbie. How had he taken that fist, almost that arm? Ash was quite slight but it still looked amazing. The fingers deep within BoiFagBarbie churning and mixing the toxic cum that filled him. Pushing it against any damage, any abrasions, any wounds in the healthy young faggot. Most amazing of all was the fact that until he had seen it on the video he really couldn't remember it. He had been too far gone by then. Had it only been poppers? Spice said that he hadn't been given anything else and he thought he could trust her. Had it just been his own horniness that had taken him so far out of reality? He loved reading what the men had written about it. The men who had been there and the men who had settled for a live pay-per-view or for receiving a copy of the edited down masterpiece via the internet. Jordyn's parents, of course, did not have to pay. They also still had a DVD player. A disc had appeared in their mail-box just as Jordyn's rules of submission had arrived that day which seemed like a lifetime ago. The personal delivery unnoticed, the man responsible unidentifiable even if a camera had caught him. It was the only physical copy ever produced but Jerome and his boys didn't skimp on such things. A talented young man had designed a beautiful cover. It was titled, 'The Making and Breaking of BoiFagBarbie,' with the cover picture separated into two halves. On one side the smiling and undeniably recognizable Jordan Myers stood outside of his family home. On the other BoiFagBarbie, his face plastered with make-up that had run from sweat and spit and cum and maybe even piss, naked in the sling with a dark-skinned man plowing his hole. The femboi's mouth open as he howled out his ecstasy. The pictures were so different and it seemed impossible to believe their message but they had been carefully chosen. Once you saw that the two young men were in fact the same young man then you could never un-see it. The only negative response had, strangely, been from the Breeding Zone. Apparently Jerome's account there had been banned permanently. They didn't approve of him snatching up all their cutest little prospects. That sort of thing couldn't be encouraged. They had a reputation to maintain! Fortunately, according to Spice, Jerome always had a couple of back-up accounts just for such contingencies. *** Jerome himself had been noticeable by his absence. It stayed that way until a couple of days later. However, when his owner did arrive he did so in company. Spice had answered the knock on the door and opened it to reveal Jerome and a Metro Police Officer. The latter looked stern and had a hand on the butt of his firearm as he waked into the apartment. He was a big man, over six feet tall and with a powerful physique. He was sort of familiar until you understood a man very like him was the perfectly-toned eye-candy on every Police procedural TV show. The Officer looked around him until he saw the person he was looking for. "You Jordan Myers? You've been reported missing and then reported kidnapped. This gentleman," he nodded at Jerome, "came forward with some different information. You got your ID?" Jordyn had no clue where his driving license was but fortunately Spice had it and handed it over. The Officer scrutinised it. Then he sent a stern glance at Spice and Jerome. They left the room and the officer closed the door behind them. "Take a seat," he said. His voice was deep and stern, just dreamy. Despite everything Jordyn felt the now familiar sensation of his dicklet straining against his cage. The Officer took a chair and pulled it close to Jordyn. So they could speak without being overheard. As he came close Jordyn felt he could sense the Officer's wonderful masculine musk. It made it really hard to concentrate on answering the inevitable questions. Confirming his identity. Stating that it had been his decision to leave home. Stating that he was here of his own free will. Confirming that he had not been forced to do anything. Finally, of course - "So you want me to take you home - to your parents?" "No sir - this is where I belong now, this is my new life." The Officer nodded and tapped his hand on Jordyn's thigh. "Well I figured it'd be something like that. The County people put the call in so we had to check it out. Apparently your Mom knew how things were but your Dad just couldn't believe it. He was keen to speak with you..." Jordyn was pretty sure that he was. He could just imagine it. The sermon, the rage, the abuse. He considered his response. "I'm happy to talk with them but they have to accept who I am and they'd have to address me by my real name. BoiFagBarbie." That was never going to happen. He knew that and he knew the Officer would too. He waited for a response. The Officer just stood up and laughed. He opened the door to let the others back into the room and to signal the end of the official interview. "OK - well I've got all I need for the report. Nobody is missing and nobody has been kidnapped. The subject has left home voluntarily and is living with a trans sex-worker. There is no coercion and the subject is believed to be active in local homosexual activities. Like I say that's all I need." He stood up and nodded to Jerome before leaving. Jordyn let out a huge sigh of relief. "He was, um, OK." Jerome let out his low mirthless laugh. "Hardly surprising." Spice had been spooling through a certain movie on her phone. She paused it and then showed the frozen picture to Jordyn. It was him! The Officer wasn't in uniform of course, in fact he was in a leather harness, but it was certainly him and he was obviously enjoying fucking BoiFagBarbie's cum-filled hole. The image made Jordyn feel horny and also proud. "Any news on our boi?" Jerome's voice, honed on decades of cigarettes, was directed at Spice. She shook her head. "Well - it's still early yet." Jerome clapped his hands once. Jordyn clicked seamlessly into BoiFagBarbie mode. He stripped off his clothes and knelt down on the sofa with his rear end sticking out and wiggling enticingly. Jerome inspected the little faggot's money-maker. Amazing how these young holes could bounce back. He lubed a finger and gently applied it. BoiFagBarbie signed with pleasure. Jerome felt that perfect little boi-hole relax to let him in and then tighten as if it was milking his finger. The little slut was a natural for sure. More to the point his hole was ready for use again. Jerome withdrew his finger and only for a moment paused to enjoy that perfect bubble booty swaying for him. Then he lubed up the object in his other hand. A nice thick butt-plug with an enamelled biohazard symbol visible when it was inserted. The boi grunted and moaned a little while Jerome was getting it in but that hole was made for good big objects. Cocks, plugs, fists, whatever - BoiFagBarbie had the makings of a fine young size pig. "Feel good?" Jerome's voice rasped into Jordyn's ear once the plug was fully inserted "Yes sir - really good sir." It did - it felt REALLY good. No pain at all once he'd had the initial stretch - just a wonderful fullness. Just like when Jerome and Wolf had double-fucked him. "Clothes on," instructed Jerome. Spice scampered off to find something and returned with the collar. Black leather with 'BoiFagBarbie' picked out in silver letters. She attached it around Jordyn's neck and then Jerome clipped a leash onto the collar. "Now we're ready," said Jerome and he led his little boi-slut out of the apartment. ***

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Chapter 11: Christmas Holiday Revisited Thor lay back on his lounger, basking in the Caribbean sunshine, as he recollected his adventures of the night before. His evening guest had been an eminently forgettable older man from South America with a small dick that gave him a sore ass but no compensating pleasure or excitement. The man had asked to switch places, but he’d been totally unresponsive as a bottom, so much so that, even with all the help from the Club’s herbal experts, Thor had found it hard to cum inside him. But then there was Marcel…. Thor let his mind drift back over his afternoon encounter. He soon had Marcel completely undressed, between rounds of stroking, kissing, squeezing, and all the rest. This French hunk stood at the absolute peak of physical perfection, every muscle perfectly formed and proportioned, every angle and plane perfectly judged for maximum photographic impact, every hair from the neat chin strap beard and mustache to the crest of the forehead perfectly styled and placed. A walking definition of sex, too, with the impressive cock rearing straight up towards his impeccable abs (once Thor had released it from the tiny green G-string brief), not to mention the swelling globes of his glutes. “My God,” Thor breathed in awe, “you make every model I’ve ever seen look like a loser.” Marcel laughed, a deep, throaty laugh that sent shivers up Thor’s spine. “A model is exactly what I was before Pierre took me in hand and pulled me up four years ago.” It was at this moment that Thor realized he hadn’t seen Marcel’s mentor yet this year. He’d noticed the man the year before: tall, elegant, stylish white hair, and still a good figure. In another compartment of his mind, he noted the hint of “four years ago,” taking that as a pointer to the length of the apprenticeship. The next second, Marcel pushed Thor backwards across the bed and leaped on top to swallow Thor’s cock all the way to the bottom – and all thoughts of the Club rules and procedures instantly vanished from Thor’s mind as he surrendered to the hot sensation of a mouth enveloping him. Marcel was as perfect in the fine art of the deep throat as he was in every aspect of his appearance. Just as that thought crossed Thor’s mind, Marcel came up off his dick with a one-word question. “Toys?” Thor rolled to the side to climb off the bed and dug up his faithful Rod Rammer dildo. He got back under Marcel and submitted once again to his partner’s epic suction. But now he felt a finger wet with lube prodding at his hole. Marcel came up again, took the dildo from Thor’s hands, and greased it as well, before sliding it slowly into Thor’s hole. He then swung around and fed his cock into Thor’s mouth while he resumed work on Thor’s tool. But now he added the toy into the game, and Thor realized he was experiencing another first – getting spitroasted from both ends at once by just one man. Marcel worked the rigid tool in and out of Thor’s ass slowly, letting him get used to it, and then began to ramp up the speed. At the same time, he added a new twisting motion to his sucking, a motion which he felt Thor quickly adopting as well. The sensations were almost overwhelming Thor. Marcel’s sucking motions were running exactly opposite to his hand working the toy – all the way into Thor’s ass as Thor’s cock slid out of his mouth, and then back down to the root on his cock as the Rammer slipped back out of Thor’s gaping hole. Thor did his best to keep working on Marcel’s tool, but the rapid action was breaking through his concentration in a way he couldn’t remember ever experiencing before. Suddenly, Marcel stopped moving the dildo, leaving it buried all the way inside Thor. His swirling, sucking motion got faster and more irregular all at once, and Thor sensed that Marcel was going to explode. Just as he felt it about to happen, he realized that his own load was mounting up to his cockhead and he was going to blast off himself. A few more sucking motions from each of them, and they roared into orgasm in perfect synchronicity, their two cocks convulsing and blowing out sperm into each other’s mouths. Suck. Swallow. Suck. Swallow. Thor was moving on autopilot now, his conscious self completely overpowered by the intensity of his climax. Judging from the moans, Marcel was just about as deep into total sexual abandonment. As their breathing slowly ebbed back down to normal, they let each other slide free from their mouths. Thor swung around, letting Marcel pull him in for a round of kissing. Thor contented himself with stroking Marcel’s incredible body, relishing the sensation of all those perfectly formed and developed muscles sliding under his fingers, the movement aided by the slippery sheen of sweat now forming on their skin. He couldn’t think of any time when he’d derived so much sheer sensual excitement and pleasure just from touching another man’s body – but then, Marcel was certainly no ordinary man. Just as Thor felt his own tool beginning to grow hard again, Marcel turned around and started grinding the crack of his ass against Thor. That pressure quickly brought the younger man to full mast, and he took the hint and began rubbing his cock deep into the canyon between Marcel’s full, rounded cheeks. Marcel moaned at that sensation, and Thor then rubbed back and forth a few more times. Marcel thrust his ass even closer, arching his back to do so, and Thor pulled his cock away so that he could bend down and begin to eat. “Mon Dieu!” Marcel’s reaction to Thor’s hot, wet tongue was immediate and ecstatic. As Thor went right to town with tongue and fingers all at once, Marcel got louder and louder, moaning, crying, groaning and grunting. Thor worked that ass even harder, digging his tongue right into the hole which was already open and begging for more. He was in no hurry. He’d pull up a bit to wash down the sides of the crevice, and to kiss and nibble on the firm, round cushions, before digging right back down and into the tight little hole again. Marcel’s reactions were all the most dedicated top could wish for. Thor, being more verse, was a bit startled. Truth be told, he’d had every expectation of being opened up and reamed by Marcel’s generous dick. But it was becoming clearer by the minute that things were going the other way. “Give it to me. I need it – now! Stop teasing me. Get that cock in and fuck me, hard!” Thor rolled Marcel onto his face, placed the tip of his cock against the hole which was opening and closing, and pushed in. With a sound that was half a groan and half a purr, Marcel relaxed and opened right up. In just a few seconds, Thor sank all the way down inside that perfect ass, until his hips rested right on Marcel’s firm round glutes. Then he began to hump. His hips rose and fell, slapping down against Marcel’s glutes on each downstroke. Thor lay, stretched out full length across Marcel’s broad back, letting his abs do the work. Marcel was squirming around underneath him, twisting into a new position about every third thrust. Much as he enjoyed feeling that body close to him, Thor knew that it was time to gear up the pace. He raised up on his arms, speeding up the speed of his thrusting as he did so. Marcel was moaning even louder, showing that he loved the heavy-duty treatment Thor was giving him. He was proving to be a skilled bottom, working his ass muscles diligently around Thor’s cock as Thor plowed into him. Thor was finding it harder and harder to hold off, as Marcel’s hole stroked him with such power. He knew that he was going to cum in a minute – but he also trusted the power of the secret ingredients to help him move on from two loads to three. He closed his mind to all else, concentrating on the incredible sensations that this muscular power bottom was giving his tool, and then it happened. With a loud grunt, Thor erupted into Marcel’s tunnel, slamming down again and again as his cream pulsed out. “Oh, no! It’s too soon. I’m not ready to stop.” Thor gave a snarl. “You’re not stopping until I’m ready to stop.” He pulled his cock out of Marcel’s hole. “Turn over!” Marcel obeyed, rolling onto his back and lifting his legs into the air. In seconds, Thor had pushed back into his sopping-wet fuckhole and began fucking again. Still raised up on his arms, he was in the perfect position to slam-fuck his babies deeper inside this French hunk while enjoying the view of the man’s face, twisted and contorted in that mix of pain-pleasure which only a really vicious fuck can bring out in a man. Having cum twice, he was perfectly ready to keep fucking for quite a while longer, but his arms were getting tired. Thor dropped down again, wrapping one arm around under Marcel’s head, while he reached in between them with the other and began jerking Marcel’s dick. Marcel’s head was thrashing back and forth on the pillow, his mouth emitting a nonstop stream of “fuck” and “ohgodohgod” and “harder” and “fill me up.” Thor kept humping and fucking, harder and harder, and then Marcel cried out and erupted all over his hand. The sudden pressure of the hole with his orgasm strained Thor’s ability to hold on, and he again decided to let it happen. In seconds his third load of the day powered up his cock and exploded out of the tip, drenching Marcel’s chute with still more semen. Thor collapsed across Marcel’s body then, worn out from his exertions. His cock finally began to soften, and he let Marcel’s hole slowly force it out, followed by a wave of his hot spooge. Thor scooped the cream up with his hand and fed it to Marcel, who slurped and swallowed the mix of cum and ass juices with a blissful, all-gone expression on his face. Finally, they recovered their breath enough to get up and go for the shower. As they soaped each other all over, Marcel thanked him. “That was amazing, Thor. It’s been years since I’ve gotten such a terrific powerfuck from anyone. My ass is going to feel it for a while, but damn, that was worth every second of your fucking! Hope we can get together again soon.” Just before they left for dinner, he pressed a token for $10,000 euros into Thor’s hand. Thor looked suitably startled. Marcel laughed. “I know we’re not supposed to tell anything, but you’ll figure it out soon enough. The tips always get bigger in your second year – for a reason.” Thor had thanked him with another hot kiss, and then they went to dinner. As he ate, he was pondering the meaning of that parting shot – “for a reason.” As Thor sat by the pool, reminiscing about that wild scene with Marcel the day before, he was watching Marcel saunter by, wearing a tiny, impossibly tight orange micro brief that could barely contain his sizable butt muscles. Thor didn’t mind a bit. He relished the view of the leg hole hems digging into the cheeks while the crack spread open above the top, remembering how great that gorgeous round ass had felt the day before when he was plowing into it and seeding it. But then, he was suddenly snapped back to the present moment by two big hands falling on his shoulders from behind. Just as he tried to twist around to see who was leaning on him, an unforgettable deep, throaty voice bellowed, “Yes! You are here! My good boy is back!” “Daddy! Sit down!” Dimitar slid around and sat on the lounger next to Thor, his trademark compression shorts straining between his massive thighs to hold everything in (as usual). He caressed Thor’s face with his big meaty paws and then leaned over for a kiss. “How is my beautiful boy? You are well?” “I’m doing fine, Daddy, and everything is going well, It’s so great to see you again.” They spent the next fifteen minutes catching up on everything Thor had been doing. Dimitar never looked startled, though, and that gave Thor the distinct feeling that his activities and business doings were already well known to the full club members – if they chose to check up on him. Well, that was only to be expected. Thor guessed what was coming next – he’d already noticed “that look” on Dimitar’s face. “You sleep with me tonight, my good boy?” “Of course.” Dimitar’s face blossomed into a mile-wide smile. Thor, for his part, was happy to spend more time with the Slavic giant, but he always remembered Lars cautioning him against falling in love. After dinner that night, Dimitar came to his visiting room. They cuddled and fucked, kissed and fucked, talked and fucked some more. By the time midnight rolled around, Thor had taken two loads from Dimitar and left one in his daddy’s ass in his turn. And both he and Dimitar had loved every minute. After midnight, they made their way upstairs together, snuggling up against each other all the way. In Dimitar’s suite, they had sat out on the balcony, enjoying a glass of vintage cognac as a nightcap while the moon shone down on the ocean, and then crawled into bed. They lay together, cuddling and kissing and talking for a while, before the cognac had its effect. Then, Thor rolled over so his back was turned to Dimitar and moved back into his daddy’s embrace. And they slept. In the morning, Thor gradually came awake to a feeling that something was missing. It took him a couple of minutes to realize that there was no warm body nestling against his back, no massive arm draped over his waist, no enormous cock rubbing into his crack. He could hear footsteps, a quiet clink, and then a creaking sound. He rolled onto his back and sat up. Dimitar was sitting in the chair by the window, two cups of coffee on the table beside him, and a beaming smile all over his face as he watched Thor. “Good morning, beautiful boy.” “Good morning, Daddy.” “Come and get coffee.” Thor got up, walked around the bed, and bent down to kiss Dimitar. He picked up the cup, inhaled the fumes gratefully, took a couple of sips, and then put the cup down and sat on his daddy’s lap. He had to spread his legs far apart to straddle Dimitar’s massive thighs, but he managed it. That was better. Now he could feel the warmth of Dimitar’s brawny body, the massive arm wrapping around him and drawing him in. And could it be? Yes, his daddy’s enormous tool was growing to full size, the head digging into his crack. “I take you again, my special boy?” Thor found it so endearing to see this huge, muscular stud looking at him with those pleading, puppy dog eyes. He smiled at Dimitar as he reached out to the table, took a squirt of lube from the pump (they were on every table in every room), spread it onto Dimitar’s epic erection, and then raised up and slowly lowered himself onto the head. Funny how I was so terrified of this cock the first time I saw it and now it’s just the right size. As he thought this, Thor pressed down and opened right up, taking his daddy’s cock deep inside himself with no strain and no haste. He rode Dimitar right there on the chair for a few minutes, pausing from time to time so both of them could enjoy some more of the coffee. Damn, the coffee is good here. But for sure, I’ve never had morning coffee like this before! He chuckled at the thought, and Dimitar grinned and laughed too, that special comfort zone between them at its absolute peak. He wrapped his arms around Thor, drawing him right in against his body. Then Dimitar stood up, lifting Thor as easily as if he were no more weight than a paperback book. With Thor still impaled on his cock, Dimitar walked over to the bed, laying Thor down and climbing on top of him without falling out of his hole. “I take you now, boy.” A statement now, not a question. But Dimitar still didn’t hasten. He lay on top of Thor, moving easily and smoothly in and out of his boy’s ass. They caressed each other as Thor took his daddy’s rigid cock all the way inside his body, opening himself to the gentle yet relentless pressure of that immense tool, the sensation of being for a time fully possessed, fully in the control and under the spell of the Bulgarian giant. He could feel the cum beginning to stir in his own balls and was sure that Dimitar must be feeling it too – but there was still no haste, no sign. His daddy was still moving easily, without any urgency or need to rush the ending. Dimitar was kissing him now, their tongues slipping and twining around between their mouths as Thor continued working his ass on his daddy’s cock, immersing himself fully in the experience of this incredible morning sex. And then, so suddenly that it startled him, he felt the rush. “Oh my god… oh, Daddy… I want to cum… make me cum….” Dimitar didn’t hurry, even now, but he altered the angle of his thrusts slightly until he was grazing Thor’s prostate with every push into his boy’s hole. “Oh, Daddy… oh, fuck… I’m cumming!” Thor’s cock struggled, unable to move where it was trapped under Dimitar’s solid abs, but it pulsed fiercely until they both felt the warm cream spreading between their bodies. Dimitar grunted, gave three or four ferocious thrusts and exploded inside his boy’s quivering body. And still they lay together, kissing each other as their breathing declined towards normal while Thor’s body remained impaled on his daddy’s satiated cock. Eventually, they pulled apart. Dimitar took Thor’s hand. “Come, beautiful boy. We get cleaned up now.” They took a long, leisurely shower together, and Dimitar then took the phone and ordered some breakfast from room service. The waiter arrived not long after, dressed in the standard daytime staff uniform of a white cut-off dress shirt, black bow tie, and black speedo. He spread out the food and drinks on the large table, favoured a towel-clad Thor with a gleaming smile and wink, and then left. After they’d eaten and drunk their fill, they went back to the chairs by the window. Dimitar sat down across from Thor with a solemn expression on his face. When he spoke, he became a different man altogether, the congenial “Daddy” set aside to make room for more serious business. “Thor, I talk to you now because Lars ask me. What I say now, it is his job, but he ask me to do it for him because you and I, we have special understanding of each other. What we share here – Lars, me, your daddy, all the other members, is skill and desire to become more wealthy. This you already know, and you have make good start at it. “Now, it is time to warn you. Many people think biggest danger in our lives is fraud. Not so. We are smart men, all, and we see fraud far away and avoid it easy. No, biggest danger is lose focus. “We all have good fun together here at Christmas time each year, and other times during year, with each other or others. But careful about being with others! Not all have good desires. You get distract with one hand, another one sneaks behind and borrows your money without tell. You know what I mean. Pick friends with care, keep focus always on work and business. Never let anything or anyone distract. We don’t make money success without care and caution. Lars ask me warn you so you be always with care as you go forward.” Thor took it all in and pondered it. Finally, he spoke. “I understand.” “That my smart boy. You do well, go far. I know. So, now I have done what Lars ask. Now I help you myself.” He reached into a pocket, pulled out a token, and put it into Thor’s hand. Thor looked down – and his eyes widened in shock. It said: “€250K.” “Seriously?” “Yes. I make invest in young man I think go far. Best return is to see you succeed. You deserve, you earn, Thor. You see what I want, what make me happy, where no one else sees. I hear you do the same in your work. You find what others do not see. You be big success in life. I help.” Thor stood up and walked around the table. Dimitar stood in turn, pulled him into a huge bear hug, murmuring, “You my good, smart, beautiful boy.” “Thank you, Daddy.” They hugged and kissed for a few more moments. Thor was close to tears at this solitary man’s trust and generosity. Then Dimitar released him, with a playful swat on the ass, and the words, “Go now, get to pool before everyone say Dimitar tie you down!” Both of them were laughing as Thor headed out the door. By the end of the week, Thor’s final account from the cashier had risen to over nine million Norwegian kroner, not far shy of a million Euros. When he compared notes with Farouk and Kristian, they had both done well too. “They’re handing us big money like it was pocket change.” Kristian’s voice held an undertone of bewildered exasperation. “Apparently no strings attached.” Farouk sounded just as puzzled. “There’s a reason. Everything they do, there’s always a reason. Just like that pep talk about focus and distraction. Our job is to figure it out.” Thor was certain of that much, at least. All three of them had gotten the same kind of talk at some point during the week as his meeting with Dimitar. “So others are somehow involved in it.” Suddenly, Kristian slapped his hand on the table. “You’re right, Farouk! They’re telling us that it’s time for us to make the jump from being entrepreneurs to becoming executives. It’s time to expand our businesses, to shift our business models, to bring more people into our work and grow beyond what we as individuals can achieve. But with focus and caution.” Thor pondered that and could see no flaw in Kristian’s reasoning. And then he had a further thought. “Grow and diversify. We also have to find ways of growing the business beyond our original work model, to find more channels for meeting client needs and expanding our base of clients and revenue stream.” Each of them had those thoughts foremost in their minds as they flew home from their Christmas holiday in the sun. All that money was designed to help them grow faster than they had done until now. The next phase, indeed. It was shaping up to be a busy and complicated year.

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