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Gay For Pay	By : Line Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Eminem/Marshall Mathers Views: 3294 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Eminem (Marshall Mathers). I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Marshall returned his gaze to Dick, waiting to see what would happen next. He wasn’t exactly sure how this would all play out.
“So, tell us your name,” Dick said.
Marshall looked at Dick, then into the camera, before clearing his throat.
“Marshall.” He said.
“And why are you here today, Marshall?”
“I need the money, for rent.” Marshall swallowed deeply and took another swallow of the beer he was still clutching in his hands. He could feel a bead of sweat gathering at his temple.
“And have you ever done something like this before?” Dick smiled at him again, nodding to let him know he was doing great.
“No. Never, but…desperate times and all.”
As the interview went on, Marshall felt himself relaxing more. So far it wasn’t too bad, but he couldn’t lose the nervousness completely. He still remembered what was coming next, after all.
“So would you call yourself gay or straight? Maybe bi?”
“Oh I’m straight,” Marshall said adamantly, “I’ve never never been attracted to another man.”
Dick chuckled at the way Marshall’s eyes hardened when he said that.
“Is there something wrong with being attracted to the same sex?” Dick asked. He was still smiling.
“No man. It’s just not for me, you know?” Marshall smiled a little to soften his words.
Dick nodded again and shifted a little in his chair. He turned to look back at the computer screen and then he said,
“Okay Marshall, why don’t you stand up and let us have a look at you?”
Marshall nodded slightly. Swallowed the last bit of beer and stood up. He couldn’t help but wonder why Dick kept saying us. They were the only two people there. But then he remembered that whatever footage was shot today would end up on Dick’s website tomorrow.
He had just gotten used to the camera, and now all the nerves from before were back.
He froze, not knowing what to do next. Dick gave him an encouraging nod.
“Turn around for me Marshall.”
Marshall did a slow turn, shuffling his feet, as Dick made appreciative noises.
“I think you’ve got a great body hidden under all baggy clothes you’re wearing. Why don’t you take your shirts off?”
“Okay.” Marshall mumbled. His hands were shaking as he grabbed the bottom of his two shirts. He slowly lifted his arms up above his head, wanting to draw out the minutes. He wasn’t looking forward to being naked in front of another dude. Unfortunately, the tempo only made his stripping seem more sensual.
“Nice Marshall. Now let’s have a look at those tattoos.” Dick got up from the chair and grabbed the camera. Then he walked closer to Marshall, zooming in on the tattoos covering his arms.
Dick slowly moved the camera all over Marshall’s body, from one arm, across the chest and over to the other. Then he moved the camera back to Marshall’s chest and spent a few seconds just focusing on the pectorals.
Marshall felt goose bumps prickling his skin as Dick started moving the camera down toward his crotch. But he never made it that far. Suddenly the camera stopped moving again, and Marshall looked at the computer to see where Dick was focusing.
Rot In Pieces was written clearly on the screen. Marshall couldn’t help the smirk that appeared on his face. That tattoo had special meaning to him. It reminded him of why he and Kim would never work out.
“That’s an interesting tattoo.” Dick said, looking up at Marshall, “Does it have special meaning?”
Marshall couldn’t help but chuckle a little.
“Yeah. I got it after I had a fight with my ex. Now it just serves as a reminder of why we should not be together.”
“That must have been some fight.” Dick muttered staring at the tattoo again. Then he cleared his throat and looked back up at Marshall.
“Strip down to your boxers, Marshall.” As he said this, he moved back and took his seat on the chair, but he didn’t put the camera back on the tripod.
Marshall hesitated for a few seconds, then he shrugged internally, thinking “fuck it”.
Kicking of his shoes, he grabbed the waistband of his pants and started pulling them down. When he reached his knees, he stood back up and let the pants fall the rest of the way. He stared at Dick, perhaps a little defiantly, and Dick chuckled.
“Just sit back down Marshall.”
He did as he was told.
“Are you getting nervous?” Dick could tell that the look of defiance was more for show than anything else.
Marshall couldn’t help but laugh at the question,
“Dude, I’ve been nervous since I talked to you on the phone!”
Dick laughed,
“Don’t worry, we’ll take it slow.” Then he nodded his head towards the TV, “Why don’t you watch the movie for bit?”
Marshall’s eyes automatically fell onto TV screen, where some girl was being ass banged by some well-endowed dude. Her tits were big and fake, and her hairs was equally so. She looked like your typical porn star.
While Marshall was watching the movie, Dick slowly crept out of the room, without making any noise. Marshall didn’t notice until he returned with another beer in his hand.
Dick set the beer on the side table, indicating that it was for Marshall, and Marshall gratefully grabbed it and took a sip.
Leaning back in the couch, Marshall started relaxing a bit again, and he started getting into the movie. He also thought maybe the beer on an empty stomach was having an effect. He was definitely feeling more comfortable.
Dick sat back down in his chair opposite Marshall again, but he didn’t say anything. He wanted to give Marshall a few minutes to really relax before they moved forward.
Marshall was soon transfixed by what was happening on the TV screen and he felt himself getting more and more aroused.
He started moving around a bit on the couch, trying to get comfortable, and taking more sips of the beer he had in his hands.
Before long, the second bottle of beer was empty and Marshall put it back on the side table. Only now the problem was that he didn’t know what to do with his hands.
He placed them on his thighs and unconsciously massaging the muscles.
Dick noticed the movement of Marshall’s hands and fingers. They were flexing and fidgeting. It wouldn’t be long before he was ready to move on.
A few more minutes went by. Dick was watching Marshall and Marshall was watching the TV. Then Dick decided it was time to move on. He just hoped Marshall would be so turned on by now that he wouldn’t protest.
“Why don’t you touch yourself? I can see you want to.” Dick suggested.
Marshall glanced back at Dick. He was right, he really did want to touch himself. It was now or never. Either he did this and earned some money to pay rent, or he pussied out and ran away with his tail between his legs. Marshall was no fucking pussy though.
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TBC? ;) let me know!
Also, this will be a series of several stories. Other famous people will make appearances in later fics.
Third and final part of the first installment of the Gay For Pay series will most likely be posted tomorrow or on Thursday.
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