Pornstar Nick Capra pens a post about another Hollywood thespian that loves cock.
The tryst took place in a bondage den where the actor surrendered his willing hole:
Pandora's Box
In Touch Magazine contacted me some time ago asking me to dish on any celebrities that I might have been hired by as an escort. There was a story printed in their Jan 12, 2009 issue with my name attached to it. I also have heard from quite a few people whom have been curious to hear some of my more wild escorting stories. So, here is the complete scoop on the Celebrity encounter I had in 2004.
While living in NYC, I worked for an Escorting Agency called Chelsea Guys. One Tuesday afternoon I received a call from the Agency telling me that I was booked for a call at a place called "Pandora's Box".
"What the fuck is Pandora's Box?", I asked the manager, Ricky.
"Oh you've never taken a call from there?", he says to me.
"No, where the Hell are you sending me?", I repeated.
"Well, you are going to love this one.", he laughed.
As it turns out, Pandora's Box is a bondage den that is run by the fiercest Mistress in all of Gotham. Basically men go there to get their asses tethered and have themselves completely degraded by these really hot women.
"So, how do I fit in to all this?, I asked very tentatively.
"You'll see...", he said.
So, of course my mind starts racing. I really wasn't sure if this was my scene.
For those of you who are familiar with my work, I can get really involved with the whole bondage/kink scene. (Check out 'Twisted' or '2 Twisted' by Club Inferno, or better yet, 'Farts!' by Lucas Entertainment.)
However, I am always a bit confused when a dominant woman is thrown into the mix. But, I'm open-minded and always ready for a new experience.
So, I make my way down to the Chelsea area, and there at the address are two tinted doors that read 'P.B.' Well, that must be it.
A woman named Zoe answers the door and takes me to a little private waiting room with a tiny couch. Just like a doctor's office, except instead of the People magazines, there are copies of all these Bondage and Fetish magazines.
I start leafing through them, seeing guys getting paddled by women in these really scary looking vinyl body suits. Guys with welts on their backs and bottoms from the whips. I started feeling kind of excited. Like I was about to enter some really erotic/dark Anne Rice novel.
All of a sudden, I hear this loud clicking. High heels resounding on the wood floors. All of a sudden this beautiful Hungarian blond is standing before me. She smiles down on me like some Exterminating Angel from the Goddess Kiva about to seduce and destroy me right there.
She is dressed in a vinyl skirt, vinyl bustier, and these patent leather thigh-high boots with stiletto heels.
She introduces herself to me as 'Mistress Barbarella'.
She is quite stunning..The only thing that keeps her from being completely breath-taking is the bulge in her stomach.
I stand up and scream, "You're pregnant!"
She puts her hand over my lips and tells me, "Yes, only 4 1/2 months. But they say that at this time, the baby begins hearing sounds, so try to keep it down. I have asked for you to be here because one of my clients wants to show me how far he has come. He is going to suck your cock and then you are going to fuck him while I watch...He is by nature-straight..." Yeah..I've heard that one before.
I am so flabbergasted, I cant even begin to refuse. She's pregnant, dammit!
She leads me down the candlelit corridor to a room that was like no other that I had ever seen.
Gargoyles and candelabra were everywhere. There was a sling in the corner with restraints on it. There was a chair adorned with spike collars and leather restraints.It resembled a torturing device used to execute prisoners back in the 15th Century. In the middle of the room on a matted floor was the guy that Barbarella had been speaking of. Her slave. He was faced down in a kneeling position on the mat.
He had a muscular build and looked quite young. I'm sorry, but when I picture the clients that go to these kind of places, I envision someone that looks more like Woody Allen, or something. So, that was kind of nice.
Mistress Barbarella introduces me to him as 'Master Nick'. I like that! The dude peers up at me from the mat. Fuck me! It's him..Fucking him!! I more than recognize the dude. I had seen him in countless big screen movies over the last few years. (He was also in People Magazine's Sexiest Man Alive Issue 2003. Not the cover model,though)
Jesus loves me! I cant believe I get to fuck this guy. What the fuck?! I can't believe this guy is into such a heavy scene!
Barbarella has me strip and stand before him as she takes him by the back of the head and forces his face down on my cock. The whole time she is calling him 'Pussy boy' and 'Little slut'. I immediately get hard because, well-it's him!! So, he is obviously not used to a cock in his mouth because he starts choking. The Mistress grabs him and tells him that she thought they had come farther then that.
She shouts at him. "What about all the practice you've had on me?"
She then says, "Let's warm you up for Master Nick's cock with mine..."
The pregnant Mistress straps on a black dildo and starts fucking his face with it.
This has gone from an erotic Anne Rice novel to a fucked up Fellini film real quick.
She switches places and has me stand before him, my cock in his mouth, while she comes up behind him and begins fucking his ass with the black dildo. Poor guy was whimpering but you couldn't really hear him because he was sucking my cock. I looked up at Barberella and she was really fucking this guy hard. For a pregnant woman, she sure seemed to be one Hell of a top!
This goes on for a while, then Barbarella beckons for me to come around and I comply.
I slip on a condom and shove my cock up the guy's ass while she cradles his face in her lap and insults him.
Here is the most insane part of this adventure...The second my dick enters him, he arches his back and he starts singing at the top of his lungs, "Onward Christian Soldier"..
Ummm. What the Hell is going on here?!
I'm pumping this famous celebrity in the ass, Barbarella is screaming vulgarities, and this amazingly handsome A-List actor is screaming a Christian hymn at the top of his lungs while I'm drilling his ass. Finally, he erupted and shot his load.
They were thanking me profusely and telling me how wonderful I had been, but I was too busy getting my clothes together and trying to get the fuck out to pay attention or exchange pleasantries.
I streaked down the hall, into the lobby, passed Zoe and some guy who DID look like Woody Allen and hit the street.
Another day in the life of an International Escort...
While living in NYC, I worked for an Escorting Agency called Chelsea Guys. One Tuesday afternoon I received a call from the Agency telling me that I was booked for a call at a place called "Pandora's Box".
"What the fuck is Pandora's Box?", I asked the manager, Ricky.
"Oh you've never taken a call from there?", he says to me.
"No, where the Hell are you sending me?", I repeated.
"Well, you are going to love this one.", he laughed.
As it turns out, Pandora's Box is a bondage den that is run by the fiercest Mistress in all of Gotham. Basically men go there to get their asses tethered and have themselves completely degraded by these really hot women.
"So, how do I fit in to all this?, I asked very tentatively.
"You'll see...", he said.
So, of course my mind starts racing. I really wasn't sure if this was my scene.
For those of you who are familiar with my work, I can get really involved with the whole bondage/kink scene. (Check out 'Twisted' or '2 Twisted' by Club Inferno, or better yet, 'Farts!' by Lucas Entertainment.)
However, I am always a bit confused when a dominant woman is thrown into the mix. But, I'm open-minded and always ready for a new experience.
So, I make my way down to the Chelsea area, and there at the address are two tinted doors that read 'P.B.' Well, that must be it.
A woman named Zoe answers the door and takes me to a little private waiting room with a tiny couch. Just like a doctor's office, except instead of the People magazines, there are copies of all these Bondage and Fetish magazines.
I start leafing through them, seeing guys getting paddled by women in these really scary looking vinyl body suits. Guys with welts on their backs and bottoms from the whips. I started feeling kind of excited. Like I was about to enter some really erotic/dark Anne Rice novel.
All of a sudden, I hear this loud clicking. High heels resounding on the wood floors. All of a sudden this beautiful Hungarian blond is standing before me. She smiles down on me like some Exterminating Angel from the Goddess Kiva about to seduce and destroy me right there.
She is dressed in a vinyl skirt, vinyl bustier, and these patent leather thigh-high boots with stiletto heels.
She introduces herself to me as 'Mistress Barbarella'.
She is quite stunning..The only thing that keeps her from being completely breath-taking is the bulge in her stomach.
I stand up and scream, "You're pregnant!"
She puts her hand over my lips and tells me, "Yes, only 4 1/2 months. But they say that at this time, the baby begins hearing sounds, so try to keep it down. I have asked for you to be here because one of my clients wants to show me how far he has come. He is going to suck your cock and then you are going to fuck him while I watch...He is by nature-straight..." Yeah..I've heard that one before.
I am so flabbergasted, I cant even begin to refuse. She's pregnant, dammit!
She leads me down the candlelit corridor to a room that was like no other that I had ever seen.
Gargoyles and candelabra were everywhere. There was a sling in the corner with restraints on it. There was a chair adorned with spike collars and leather restraints.It resembled a torturing device used to execute prisoners back in the 15th Century. In the middle of the room on a matted floor was the guy that Barbarella had been speaking of. Her slave. He was faced down in a kneeling position on the mat.
He had a muscular build and looked quite young. I'm sorry, but when I picture the clients that go to these kind of places, I envision someone that looks more like Woody Allen, or something. So, that was kind of nice.
Mistress Barbarella introduces me to him as 'Master Nick'. I like that! The dude peers up at me from the mat. Fuck me! It's him..Fucking him!! I more than recognize the dude. I had seen him in countless big screen movies over the last few years. (He was also in People Magazine's Sexiest Man Alive Issue 2003. Not the cover model,though)
Jesus loves me! I cant believe I get to fuck this guy. What the fuck?! I can't believe this guy is into such a heavy scene!
Barbarella has me strip and stand before him as she takes him by the back of the head and forces his face down on my cock. The whole time she is calling him 'Pussy boy' and 'Little slut'. I immediately get hard because, well-it's him!! So, he is obviously not used to a cock in his mouth because he starts choking. The Mistress grabs him and tells him that she thought they had come farther then that.
She shouts at him. "What about all the practice you've had on me?"
She then says, "Let's warm you up for Master Nick's cock with mine..."
The pregnant Mistress straps on a black dildo and starts fucking his face with it.
This has gone from an erotic Anne Rice novel to a fucked up Fellini film real quick.
She switches places and has me stand before him, my cock in his mouth, while she comes up behind him and begins fucking his ass with the black dildo. Poor guy was whimpering but you couldn't really hear him because he was sucking my cock. I looked up at Barberella and she was really fucking this guy hard. For a pregnant woman, she sure seemed to be one Hell of a top!
This goes on for a while, then Barbarella beckons for me to come around and I comply.
I slip on a condom and shove my cock up the guy's ass while she cradles his face in her lap and insults him.
Here is the most insane part of this adventure...The second my dick enters him, he arches his back and he starts singing at the top of his lungs, "Onward Christian Soldier"..
Ummm. What the Hell is going on here?!
I'm pumping this famous celebrity in the ass, Barbarella is screaming vulgarities, and this amazingly handsome A-List actor is screaming a Christian hymn at the top of his lungs while I'm drilling his ass. Finally, he erupted and shot his load.
They were thanking me profusely and telling me how wonderful I had been, but I was too busy getting my clothes together and trying to get the fuck out to pay attention or exchange pleasantries.
I streaked down the hall, into the lobby, passed Zoe and some guy who DID look like Woody Allen and hit the street.
Another day in the life of an International Escort...
Can you guess the thesp?
We have our answer....
Read more of my blog by clicking the title or subject listings on the right.
Email friends of my postings with the EMAIL icon at the bottom of each post.
And as always, feel free to comment.
Member of the Boxxet Network of Blogs, Videos and Photos
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment