Sex and Rape In Hollywood. I worked in Hollywood as a production assistant. The title sounds impressive but all it means is that I was a gofer. I made

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S** and R*** In Hollywood.

I worked in Hollywood as a production assistant. The title sounds impressive but all it means is that I was a gofer. I made sure everything was on the tables from the catering company, I helped move equipment, I made sure the cast and crew had drinks, I delivered messages, etc. Also I escorted actors and actresses to and from their trailers to locations. I was a very young boy. I met a beautiful and very young actress who is now famous. I provided company for her, I gave her massages, and eventually she had me licking her bun. I licked her every time we walked back to her trailer after a day on the set. She loved it and it relaxed her. I loved her. It was the first time I ever licked p****. She was amazing.

On another movie I met another young actress who loved to toy with my c ock, examine it and amuse herself with it. She said the c ock is fascinating. She liked seeing it get large. She liked examining it. She also loved having her bun licked. She also went on to become famous and wealthy.

Neither one of them would have anything to do with a young boy who was nobody like me. I was just a serf and servant so our relationship was limited to the time I knew them.

Later I was assigned to assist a young male actor. He also liked my young c ock and playing with it. He was bigger and stronger than me and he tied me, restrained me and raped me. He brought several other actors back to his trailer and they took turns r***** me. I was kept t****** in his trailer over the weekend and several days more and sodomized daily and forced to s*** c ock. At first I struggled because it was brutal. They enjoyed my struggling. They enjoyed my suffering. My struggling only made them r*** me harder and more violently. I couldn’t get away.

I was blindfolded some of the time so I don’t know who was sodomizing me and I don’t know who I was forced to s***. They took pics of me t****** with my c ock and balls on display and their c ocks going up my opening as I gasped. They took pics of their c ocks in my mouth with me sucking them and swallowing their loads of c**. Finally he dropped me off at a doctor to have my rectal opening repaired and I was warned to keep my mouth shut or be found dead. The warnings were gruesome and very serious.

It was odd that no one on the set bothered to look for me when I went missing which indicates to me that they knew what was going on. The doctor did not ask why my rectal opening was bleeding or how it got torn so he knew too. He likely treated other boys before me. They all knew I was being raped and they did nothing. I was just a perk or benefit to serve the actors. I never said anything because I took the threats seriously. What they say about Hollywood is true. There are a lot of pedophiles and a lot of young boys who have been raped and made to s*** c ocks.

I didn’t have s** with either of the actresses. There was no i********** with the actresses. I didn’t have s** with the male actors either except that they raped me.

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DEAR ALMIGHTY,

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Living with aunt…..i found out why special surprise the next evening. That morning she again welcomed me to the shower and allowed me to touch myself. But when i got close to finishing she inatructed me to stop and to dry off and get out of the shower. Very frustrating and i pouted some and pleaded, and she was very angry. I ended up right back where i had been a couple of days ago, getting the hairbrush on my cheeks and thighs for a protracted time. She did not use the belt but after i was sobbing and pleading again she snapped at me, that this was why i needed to be cured of my addiction, i whined the minute i did not get to enjoy my body. While i did not get the belt, after reducing me to sobbing and begging, she turned the brush around and i got several agonizing minutes of the coarse bristles on my already burning backside. I was trembling and hurting and was nearly dragged back to the shower, ordered to stand there letting cold water spray on my aching backside and then facing it until my g e nit als were shrunken to near invisibility. I was a wrecked blubbering pathetic mess, and as she held me afterwards she again stressed that my behavior is what made me weak and she wanted to be proud of me for good behavior. She said she was proud of me for accepting her direcrion and punishment but she wanted me to be well behaved and not self destructive to begin with. She said these things in a loving way but there was no mistaking her when she said that punishments could be far worse than they had been. That she did not want me to force her to be that harsh but that it was up to me whether it happened.

At bedtime that day she instructed me to lay on my stomach, and she spanked me by hand, stinging and making me tear up but nothing like the hairbrush. As i lay there shivering and sniffling, she left and came back with wet towels to lay on my cheeks and backs of thighs to ease the pain. Once i was calmed down, she had me turn to spoon me and her hands gently stroked my skin. Dangerously close to my groin and arousing me but she said that just as punishment could get worse, the pleasure could get better if i behaved. So i vowed to myself to try harder to behave, because while i knew she loved me, i was also now frightened of her.

The next morning began a new morning ritual. She showered with me and let me play with myself but to reinforce her rule over me, every shower began with a standing light spanking by her hand, then bathing and allowing me to self pleasure, and then another standing shower spanking, this time with her hairbrush. As each day after day started this way, mas tu rba tion started becoming something that was associates with her control and the discipline, and my urges were dropping quickly. I began to see the morning showers as a duty or exercise in self discipline rather than a pleasure.

This was also when i had to make a daily report phone call to my mother by my aunt,’s direction, reporting whether i had disobeyed and confirming i was being spanked proactively. My mother was skeptical at first so thwt call i had to stay on the phone with my mother so she coulr hear the soanking and my crying as i was bent bare bottomed over the back or a living room char as i knelt on it.

The next door sisters/landlords, my aunt’s lifelong lovers, also began to drop in regularly and my aunt required me to report to them as well. My aunt started a calendar to track how often i had urges or waa allowed to and able to successfully play with myself.

To be continued.