Our agency is now online about 3 months. We have had many calls already. Our quota so far is 3:1. That means that every third guy agrees to our immoral offer. I would even say that most of the guys look nice. This time I had a call from somebody who lived in the outskirts of Prague. And indeed I have never seen a more dirty and sad place than his apartment. But the boy – something between a teenager and a young man – dammit – he looked like a model. He wore that typical ghetto-style and he even had tattoos on his hands – but his face and body. Wow. He was totally desperate. He had a problem with gambling. He owed money to friends and even the casino. An easy (but expensive) catch.
I don‘t like alcohol very much. My father was drinking and I had some bad experiences during my childhood. Please don‘t get me wrong – I have no problems going out with my friends to a pub. But I don‘t like if a „client“ was drinking before an appointment. When that guy today opened the door I noticed right from the start that he was probably drinking more than one beer before. Usually I would say bye bye and leave immediately. Well, in this case the client was „too nice“ to leave him alone with his debts :-) That poor boy was really totally broke. And as he was stupid enough to borrow money from the wrong person I realized quickly that this meeting could be especially funny.
Another client who couldn’t even welcome me at his home. So I invited him to a small restaurant. We talked about all. His debts, his work, his problems and so on. Even I was a little bit nervous as I noticed that the guests around started to listen to our small conversation. I don‘t know why but when that boy called me before I had the feeling that he would be a save catch. He was too desperate already on the phone to reject my offer. So I have rented a nice apartment already before. And he didn‘t disappoint me. He agreed to my offer and we went to a nice place which even had a whirlpool. I insisted that he had to strip, to pose and to swim in „my“ tiny, little whirlpool. And to be my bitch for one hour.
I woke up today a little bit late. But I noticed that I already had 3 missed calls that morning. As nobody used the answering machine I called that person back. The guy on the other end had a sexy voice. But he seemed to be nervous and shy. I promised to visit him in the evening. I was a bit surprised when I came there as the house was modern and clean. Usually my clients live under different conditions. I took the elevator and I was surprised again – a girl welcomed me upstairs. Now I was nervous. Obviously I forgot to tell the guy that I have to speak with him alone – this is usually an important information. Anyway. When I came in I saw a real cutie. But desperate. I decided to try to ignore the girl.
It is not so easy to get a loan in the Czech Republic these days. Especially not if you are young and don’t have a good job or no job at all. That‘s why most guys who call me have lost their jobs recently. They want to keep their standard of living as long as they can while they are searching a new job. In this case a young man called me already three days before. I was quite busy but today I finally managed to visit him. Again a muscle boy but a nice one. He lived in that apartment together with his girlfriend. The place was clean and nicely-furnished. The funny thing was that his girlfriend didn‘t even know that he lost his job. He was too shy to tell her. And he was even more shy when I told him my conditions.
It was just a few days before that the General told me about one of his fetishes. He likes to humiliate boys by making them wear girls clothes. Well, I was a bit shocked as I thought I knew him long enough to not expect such surprises anymore. But well. When I saw the movie on his cam afterwards I was quite turned-on. He met a cute and really young guy that day. Actually I was a bit jealous afterwards. It took him quite a while to convince him that his situation was really desperate. But then he finally agreed to the pervert offer of my friend. He had to strip naked, Then he had to dress in women‘s clothes and to act like a dog. His face was full of disgust when he had to take a dick the first time into his mouth.
Our General taught me to „live“ my fetishes. He taught me to even be an asshole sometimes when it comes to enjoy my life. Those boys who call us want money. And they get it. A lot of it. We pay all their debts so it is just fair to get something in return. And as they are straight (at least most of them) he told me to try not to fall in love. „Get what you can get.“ Nothing more. I think I have learned fast. My client today was so cute. It was hard for me not to fall in love. He had a lot of debts. The usual debts a young guy has. Cell phone, rent etc… I was eager to help. And he agreed to be „my slave for one hour.“ And as I am a good student I insisted that he should kiss my feet. But that was just the beginning.
It was one of those cold winter days which I really hate. A mix of snow and rain and cold wind ruined my mood. I was on my way to a guy who has sent me an email already one week before. When I checked my spam folder yesterday I finally noticed it. So I called him back. He obviously didn‘t expect any reaction anymore. I told him that I have to record our conversation but he looked still a bit pissed when he saw my cam. Anyway – he lived in an old, dirty house. But still his room was clean and nice. He told me about his debts. But although I saw a picture with him and his girl friend on the table I somehow felt that this boy was strange. Was he gay or bi-curious? I offered my help to find it out.
The General had a very bad mood this morning. Some client called him on his private mobile. I was out of office. And as the client called already 4 times our secretary decided to give him The General‘s number. To make it short – he finally calmed down again. And he made an appointment with the guy this evening. The place where this young guy lived was really dark and lousy. Not even the light in the floor was working. He had to walk upstairs to even see his client‘s face the first time properly. He told me that he wasn‘t really his type of guy. So he decided to make it even more hard and humiliating. The poor boy had to kiss his feet, to dance and to strip. This must have been a totally shocking meeting.
Every week I meet new young men. They all have something in common: their debts. I always listen to their stories. How it happened and why. But every now and then I meet some special guys who have a special story to tell. This time I got a call from a young man who lost his job and who has problems paying his rent. So far nothing new. But when I visited him I noticed that he was not that typical type of client. He simply broke his arm and as he worked at a construction site he will be unemployed for several months now. And as he didn‘t have an insurance he was eager to meet me. He thought that I might offer him the loan which his bank refused to give. But would he accept my special conditions, too?