Fiction: Two Days in Porn Valley: Day 1

[kethni]

Name: Two Days In Porn Valley – Day 1
Pairing: Matt/Adam/Luke, Matt/Adam, Matt/Nathan (implied, previous)
Rating: 18
Warnings: It’s porn, literally. Swearing, explicit sex, references to bodily functions, BDSM
Note: For dragon6593
Summary: Luke Campbell’s Guide to Making Adult Entertainment
Word count: 5200


People ask sometimes how you get into this game and get told ‘oh it just happened, I never planned to, nobody ever sets out to work in porn.’

Not me, I never fell into nothing, sure as hell not porn. I had to work! From as soon as I knew what porn was, I wanted to do it.

The only way to get into it easily is to be a really hot chick with no inhibitions. If you’re a guy the best way is to know a hot chick who will only do scenes with you. See, porn valley is full of straight guys who think it’s all humping hot Swedish twins and well, there’s only so many hot Swedish twins around.

If you’re a gay guy it’s a bit easier, less supply, yeah? You still gotta be hung of course, if there’s a niche for guys with tiny wangs then they’re keeping it quiet, but as long as you’re big enough and game enough then you’re in. And by ‘in’ I mean facials, pig roasts, and watersports for starters. In porn ‘starting off at the bottom’ isn’t just a saying.



I was eighteen, just, when I got to porn valley, but I looked younger, which generally is awesome helpful in this job. I’d done my research, an hour on Google, and I’d found a list of ‘reputable’ studios. I started with ‘Two Stallions Studio’ pretty much because they made my favourite movies. Their headline star was Big Bill Parklane, a grizzly bear whose niche included abducting protesting-but-invariably-thrilled twenty-ish twinkies out of their homes, part-time jobs, and even schools, and fucking them gay.


I didn’t expect much, to be honest. I figured maybe they’d take my name and put me on file. I didn’t expect an irate, stressed-out director looking for a ‘bottom for one scene, stop gawping, do you want a job or not?’



‘Are you gay?’ he asks, looking me up and down, his foot tapping on the floor.

‘Well yeah...’

He snorts out a breath. ‘Are you gay?’

‘Yes! Yes Mr Petrelli, I’m gay.’

He narrows his eyes at me. ‘Because gay-for-pay is fine, but don’t come into this thing with some idiotic notion of moving from gay to straight and picking up loads of women.’

Girls would want to be with a guy who worked in gay movies? Girls are weird.

‘I didn’t! I don’t.’

When I got here this morning, I figured there would be casting and line reading. People saying ‘don’t call us, we’ll call you’, not someone telling me I’m pig ugly but they need a quick bottom. I didn’t think I’d actually meet the director, let alone this director, I’ve seen all of his movies. Even ‘Super-Cum-Bowl’ and that’s been banned!

‘Are you a virgin?’ he asks, raising his eyebrows. ‘How old are you?’

‘No I’m not a virgin! And I’m eighteen, it was my birthday last month. I waited until I was eighteen, Mr Petrelli, so that...’

He waves a hand. ‘God, stop talking. Jesus. Remind me not to give you any lines. You got proof of your age? Driver’s License? When were you last tested for an STD?’

‘Here’s my license, I was two weeks ago... is that real? I figured it was something you have to say.’

He scowls at me as he rifles through the paperwork. ‘It’s real. We’re a legitimate, respectable company. No underage kids and no play without testing. Alright, come on.’

It’s warm in the studio and Mr Petrelli walks like he’s in a real rush to be somewhere. Heck ,he does everything like he’s in a real rush. We get to a cabin and he shoves me through the door.

‘Daphne!’

‘Yo!’ A blonde girl bounces up. Her hair looks weird.

‘Possible bottom. Check him out, see if he’s up to scratch.’ Mr Petrelli waves a hand. ‘He’s just off the hay wagon, so fill him in on everything.’ He calls the last few words back as he rushes out of the door.

‘Sure thing boss!’ she calls, sucking on a lollipop and turning back to me. ‘Drop trou kid.’

‘What?’ I thought it was directors and producers who did that?

She rolls her eyes and holds up a tape measure. ‘I got to make sure you measure up. If you’re not big enough, then you’re out the door. Do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars.’

‘Seven inches, that’s right isn’t it?’ I ask, shoving down my pants.

‘And three inches girth,’ she says. ‘More is better of course.’ She clucks her tongue and digs a tube of lube out of a drawer. She squeezes a dollop into her hand. ‘Okay soldier, close your eyes and think of Brad Pitt, Johnny Depp, George Clooney...’ Her hand works my wang quick and sure. Like she’s done it a million times before. ‘And, there he blows. This is the only thing about teenagers that isn’t absolutely infuriating.’ She kneels down and unfurls the tape measure.

‘Is it true Big Bill Parklane is twelve inches long?’

‘Phew kid, you just make the grade,’ she says, standing up. ‘Shame you’re not bigger but we can’t have everything. No, he’s just over ten inches long.’ She rolls her eyes. ‘But he’s by far the biggest dick I know.’

Is that like, a joke? Maybe it’s a test. See if I say something mean and then she says he’s a real good friend or something.

‘Oh,’ I say. That’s safe right? Doesn’t make me look like I’m stupid or being nasty.

She gives me a long look. ‘Hmm. Okay kid, how’s your health?’

‘Fine, I got tested recently; I gave Mr Petrelli the certificate. Clean bill of health.’

‘Good,’ she nods. ‘What’re your hang ups?’

‘I don’t think I have any.’

‘Don’t pull my dick, kid, everyone has hang-ups,’ she says, rolling her eyes. ‘The point is whether you can do whatever it is, and make it sexy.’

‘I guess... you know... poop?’

‘Scat,’ she says rolling the lollipop around her mouth. ‘We don’t do it. Golden showers sometimes. What about BDSM, being tied up? Problem there?’

‘Oh no, no problem there! I’ve seen most of the movies you do here and I don’t think anything totally grossed me out.’

‘It’s a start,’ she says, like flouncing out of the cabin. It’s a good word, yeah? Flounce.

I have to run to catch her up. ‘Why does everyone here move so fast?’

‘Because we’re not making Oscar movies here, kid,’ she says, shaking her head. ‘This is porn. You get a couple of takes, max, The scripts are shit, the acting would barely pass muster in a kid’s play, and the editing is laughable, because all anyone cares about is that the sex looks hot.’ She turns around, walking backwards, and looks me up and down. ‘Can you get hard on cue?’

‘Isn’t that what fluffers are for?’ I pant, still struggling to keep up.

‘Fluffers?’ she laughs. ‘Sure, in nineteen-eighty, if you were at some studio with tons of time and more money than sense. Either you can get it up on command or you take a tab, those are your options.’ She spins around and walks forward again. ‘Although you’re a bottom so that’s less of a problem.’

The doors in front of us are marked ‘closed set’ but she pushes them open and saunters through.

‘I’m actually versatile...’

‘Ha! Not here you’re not,’ she turns around. ‘This isn’t making out, or screwing, or having fun. It’s work. It’s work fucking but it’s still work.’ She prods my chest. ‘There’s a pecking order, and you’re at the bottom of the pile, so you receive, you don’t pitch. You’re the sub, not the dom, and you’re definitely the one being pissed on, come on, or gangbanged. Do you get it now kid?’

‘Yes ma’am,’ I say quickly.

She tips her head and glares at me. ‘I’m twenty-eight. Don’t be calling me ma’am!’

‘Sorry.’

‘Okay.’ Daphne waves a hand at the set. ‘I’m just showing you the ropes quickly,’ she says. ‘They don’t need you for another hour. But you can ask your dumb fuck question now rather than mess up shooting by asking them during your scene.’

‘It’s so small,’ I say.

The set – oh my god, I’m actually in porn valley on a movie set - is a diner. But an old fashioned one like those crappy ones where the waiters all have quiffs and there are old-fashioned guitars on the walls. There’s a counter, with a seriously busted looking register and gross looking condiment bottle, but only a couple of tables. There’s tape running around the edge of the little rectangle the counter and tables are sat on and behind that there are huge lights. It’s real hot in here. Even though this is a pretty small room there are tons of people, mostly with clipboards or earpieces, including the director, Mr Petrelli. He looks even more impatient and stressed out than before!

Oh my god! Over by the counter, dressed up like a cook, is the Adam Hardman. A dam hard... oh. I never got that before! He looks taller than I figured and even slimmer than I thought. He notices me... he noticed me and walks over.

‘What’ve you got here Daphers?’ he asks smiling. ‘New bottom for the gangbang later on?’

‘Don’t scare him, you!’ she says, scowling at him.

‘I only intended to say hello,’ he says, winking at me.

That accent! Oh god, so sexy.

‘Um, it’s uh... pleasure... uh... Mr Hardman...’

‘Of course it is,’ Adam says. ‘And it’s Adam. Do stay away from Gabriel, there’s a lamb, he eats little boys like you for breakfast.’

‘Adam!’ Daphne protests, slapping his arm. ‘Geez!’

‘It’s not true?’ I ask.

She hesitates and churns the lollipop around her mouth. ‘Well... yeah, but I would’ve gotten to that!’

‘Adam!’ Mr Petrelli barks. ‘Where the hell is Matt?’

Adam smiles and totally bats his eyes. ‘Darling, have you looked in his trailer? Alas, I’m not his keeper.’

Mr Petrelli stomps over. ‘Go and get him then, god damn it! The only reason I employ your pasty British ass is because he asks for you,’ he grumbles.

Adam shrugs and blows me a kiss. ‘Fuck you later!’ he laughs and wanders out.

‘Ass,’ Mr Petrelli mutters, and stamps away.

‘I’m going to be in a scene with Adam Hardman? Real, honest and true? Wow!’

Daphne rolls her eyes. ‘If you pass the royal inspection,’ she says. ‘The diva has to pass you or you’re out. Pain in the ass gets final say.’

‘I thought Mr Petrelli made decisions like cast and stuff?’ I ask. ‘Who gets the final say then if not him?’

‘Matt, he’s a total dick. You’d think he ran the place the way everyone kow-tows to him,’ she says, playing with a lock of her hair.

I’m way hot now, phew! People in movies must be constantly nasty and sweaty.

‘Who’s he, a producer or something?’

Daphne snorts. ‘You’d think, the way he carries on, Mr Bigshot he thinks he is. No, Matt’s his real name. He acts, if you call it that, under Big Bill Parklane. Shut your mouth, kid, save that for when you’re on camera.’

Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

‘I might meet Mr Parklane?’ I think I’m going to hurl! Or pass out. Oh my god...

Daphne snorts. ‘Meet him? Hello, where do you think you are? This is porn, kid. If he gives you the okay he’s going to be fucking you.’ She gives me a weird look. ‘You get that this is real, don’t you? Actual sex, on camera, not faked?’

‘I get it!’ I promise. Oh god, what if I make an idiot of myself? What if I call him by a character name? I’m all sweaty! What if he says no because I’m all sweaty? ‘I get it! Wow! I have all his movies! This is the best day ever!’

She rolls her eyes. ‘A word of advice, kid, don’t meet your heroes. You’ll only be disappointed.’

‘Hallelujah!’ Mr Petrelli growls, clapping his hands slowly. ‘Nice of you to join us, Matt.’

It’s him. It’s him. It’s really Big Bill Parklane in the same room as me! Walking towards me! Walking past me!

He looks thinner, too. Lots thinner! Tall as I figured and he makes Adam look small. His beard is real short and neat so I guess this isn’t a caveman style one.

‘Mr Parklane is looking real fit!’

‘Shut up you idiot!’ Daphne hisses.

‘Huh? What?’

She pulls me over to one side and glares at me. ‘He had the flu a couple of weeks ago, regular flu not porn flu, and he lost a ton. He’s having trouble putting it back on and he’s touchy about it. So don’t mention to anyone, least of all him!’

‘Porn flu?’

‘Chlamydia, everyone gets it,’ she says dismissively.

He’s talking to Mr Petrelli. He’s got his hands on his waist and his feet apart like nothing’s going to shift him until he’s good and ready to move.

‘Why’s it matter?’ I ask. ‘He still looks pretty good.’

Daphne moves her lollipop from one side of her mouth to the other. ‘Uh, he’s a chubby bear? Being a big guy is his slice of the market. He gets too slimmed down and he’s on the outs.’

I’m looking at Big Bill Parklane having a conversation with Nathan Petrelli and Adam Hardman.

And he’s looking at me! Shit! Shit! He’s looking at me! I’m going to hurl, I’m going to hurl right over him...

He walks over, right over to me.

‘What’s your name?’

‘I... I uh... I’m Luke. I mean, I’m Luke Campbell, sir.’

Mr Parklane looks at Adam. ‘I could get used to being called sir.’

‘Just don’t expect it from me off-camera, dear heart,’ Adam says. ‘Not my game.’

Mr Parklane puts his hands on his hips and looks at me again. Oh god... ‘How old are you?’ he asks.

‘Eighteen sir... I uh... just after my birthday I...’

‘Jesus, shut up!’ Mr Petrelli says. ‘We’ll be here till new year at this rate.’ He looks at Mr Parklane and licks his lips. ‘Come on Matt, yes or no? I’ve got a crew sitting around waiting.’

‘He better be eighteen,’ Mr Parklane says. ‘I’m not going to prison because you couldn’t be bothered checking.’

Mr Petrelli folds his arms over his chest. ‘That’d hardly be in my best interests would it? I’d end up in prison too.’

‘Yeah but I’m prettier than you,’ Mr Parklane says, sort of smirking. He clucks his tongue. ‘Nathan, he looks like the magic ran out half way through the frog turning into the Prince.’

Is he saying I look like a frog? Do I look like a frog?

‘He’s just the schoolboy in the diner. He has one scene!’

Mr Parklane looks me up and down, and then nods. ‘How much have you agreed to?’

‘Me?’ I ask. ‘We haven’t uh... we haven’t discussed...’

I’m going to be fucked by Adam Hardman and Big Bill Parklane and they want to pay me?

‘Yeah, you,’ Mr Parklane says. ‘You know you get paid per scene, right? No residuals.’

‘Are you his agent now?’ Mr Petrelli asks.

‘I... yeah... but nobody... I haven’t um...’

‘Nathan, don’t give him less than seventy-five dollars, okay?’

‘Fifty is the going rate for...’ Mr Petrelli begins, but Mr Parklane is shaking his head already.

‘Look at him. Either this is going to be a disaster or fantastic. If it’s a disaster, he’ll never work here again so he’ll need the extra money. If it’s fantastic, you get a little extra goodwill from him when you try to get him back again. Either way, seventy-five.’

Mr Petrelli shakes his head. ‘Jesus, seventy-five dollars, fine,’ he grumbles, giving me the total stink-eye. ‘Daphne take the star here to make-up. We need him in an hour.’

‘He’s pasty,’ Daphne says. ‘You want him bronzing up?’

‘No, that’ll take all day and look awful. Go on, chop, chop!’

‘Thank you... thank you!’ I say quickly to Mr Parklane. He looks real surprised and shrugs.



‘Why’d he do that?’ I ask Daphne, as she drags me off to another cabin.

‘Why’d who do what?’

‘Why’d Mr Parklane speak up for me, get me more money?’

‘God, I don’t know. Probably to mess with Nathan,’ she says, looking away. She shoves me into a cabin and the smell of cinnamon and vanilla almost knocks me over. ‘Sandra! New victim.’

The lady in this cabin is maybe my mom’s age with shoulder length curly hair, long flowing clothes, and not much makeup. Boho kind of thing, that’s what my mom would call it. The lady looks like she’d give you a warm drink, a cookie, and put a band-aid on your cut finger.

‘Hi sweetie,’ she says smiling at me. She’s got a nice southern-sounding accent. ‘What’s your name?’

‘Luke, Ma’am.’

‘Oh golly, you don’t have to call me Ma’am, Sandra is fine.’

‘Mr Petrelli doesn’t want him bronzed,’ Daphne says flatly.

Sandra gently tips my face up. ‘I should think not. Pale and interesting will work much better.’

‘So I can run then, right?’ Daphne asks. ‘They need him on-set in less than an hour.’

‘Of course, Daphne,’ Sandra says nicely. ‘There’s some cookies on the side, nice and fresh.’

‘Thanks Sandra!’ she says, snatching two. She punches me in the shoulder. ‘See you in the funny pages, kid.’

Sandra takes piles of clothes off a chair and sits me down. ‘So this is your first time,’ she says, putting the kettle on.

‘Wow, is it that obvious?’

She smiles. ‘You still look like you might pee your pants in excitement. Would you like a hot chocolate?’

‘That’d be great, thanks.’

She winks as me. ‘Marshmallows and sprinkles?’

‘Oh yeah, thanks!’

The cabin contents are kind of a mish-mash of costume, make-up, and hair stuff all crammed into the little room. There are pictures of dogs all over the walls. Mostly a little fluffy type that looks like a stuffed toy made it with a marshmallow.

Sandra hands me a big mug of hot chocolate and runs her fingers through my hair. ‘I don’t have time to do a wash and cut of course, there’s never enough time that’s a rule, but you’re a nineteen-fifties school boy so I’ll give you a nice side parting and a little bit of a quiff at the front. Fortunately your hair is long enough for that.’ She smiles at me and picks up a tube from the counter. She’s not going to want to measure me too, is she? ‘You’re pretty pale, ‘Porcelain’ with a touch of pale biscuit should match your skin tones. Just to even out your skin.’

‘Not going to make me pretty then?’

She laughs and starts styling my hair. ‘Pretty? My god, why would you want to be pretty?’

I look at her in the mirror and she looks like she actually wants to know. ‘Because everyone wants to be?’

‘Exactly,’ she says seriously. ‘The Valley, hell the whole entertainment industry, is full of pretty men. All the twinkies I know are pretty as all get out. They’re interchangeable and as soon as they start to age, bang, they don’t have careers anymore.’ She pours a big dollop of goop into my hair and works it through. ‘You stand out, Luke, and that’s no bad thing.’ She looks at me in the mirror. ‘All these young guys, they want to be the biggest name around. But you can only have one biggest name, and thousands of wannabe’s waiting on tables way past their prime. You won’t be the biggest thing ever, but if you’re smart, you can carve yourself a nice little niche being interesting. Trust me Luke, the odds are far better.’

As the frog boy? Eesh. ‘Mr Parklane said I’d either never work again or be real popular,’ I say.

Sandra smiles and starts to clean my face with a facial wipe. ‘Bill would know, he’s been in this business most of his adult life. Talk to you did he?’

‘He said I looked like the frog turned into the prince but the magic ran out halfway,’ I admit.

‘Ouch!’ she laughs. ‘Well that wasn’t nice!’ She squeezes my shoulder.

‘But then he told Mr Petrelli to pay me more so...’ I shrug.

Sandra pokes my hair with her finger. It doesn’t move at all. It’s like concrete or something. ‘Get undressed and pop into the robe so I can do your face and bod, Luke,’ she says. ‘Bill’s sense of humour is a little... near the knuckle sometimes. He’s not malicious though.’

‘I don’t think Daphne likes him,’ I say, getting undressed quickly. The robe is real big and goes around me twice easy.

Sandra smiles and shrugs. ‘Bill can be a hard, excuse me what am I thinking, a difficult man to like. Some people don’t care to make the effort. Daphne... Daphne’s a sweet girl but she’s not good at hearing ‘no’ and she takes things too much to heart. You have to have a thick skin in show biz, and definitely in porn.’

‘She said Mr Parklane acts like a bigshot.’

Sandra laughs and starts dabbing something on to my face. ‘Honey, Big Bill Parklane is a bigshot. He has a hell of a following, especially online. So if he wants to have a screaming temper tantrum and shut down shooting for three hours because of a script change, then he can.’

‘He does that?’ I ask. ‘He seemed... not like someone who’d scream.’

She pauses for a second and then smiles. ‘Like I say, he’s the star. Nathan lets him get away with it because he is so popular and makes so much money for the studio.’ She smiles to herself. ‘That’s one reason anyway. Now, before I start on your bod, go to the toilet and douche.’

‘I...’

She digs in a cupboard and gets a new, unopened kind of syringe with bulb thing. ‘There you go. You want to be nice and clean for the boys, right?’

Wow. Glamour.



Daphne comes to fetch to drag me back to the set.

‘Are you going to puke?’ she asks, giving me the stink-eye. ‘We’re not doing that kind of movie today.’

‘I’m fine! Let’s go!’

‘Be nice to the poor boy,’ Sandra says, patting my shoulder. ‘He’s just nervous.’

‘Not me he has to worry about.’

‘Daphne...’ Sandra says scowling.

‘Okay, fine,’ Daphne grumbles. ‘Come on kid. Show time.’

‘Don’t I need a script? Even if I don’t have lines...’

‘Sex scenes aren’t really scripted that tightly,’ Daphne says, hauling me along a corridor. ‘But here, knock yourself out.’

She shoves a script into my hand.

‘I’m having a... malt? Whatever that is. I’m having a malt, Bill comes over and makes a pass at me. I try to get away but he catches me. Adam comes out from behind the counter. They tie me up and take turns fucking me, I enjoy it. That seems complicated.’

‘Nah, it’s your basic scenario forty-two,’ Daphne says with a shrug. ‘We do it all the time. You still okay with being tied up?’

‘Yes.’ Tied up and fucked by Big Bill Parklane and Adam Hardman.

Tied up and fucked by Big Bill Parklane and Adam Hardman!!!



There are a lot less people on the set now. Adam and Mr Parklane are leaning against the counter and looking at the script. Mr Petrelli marches over to me.

‘Well you look the part at least,’ he says. ‘Sit there. Matt will come over and start touching you up. You pull away and make for the door. Don’t speak! Don’t go too fast or too far. We’re going for reluctant rather than a definite ‘no’. Matt will bring you back over here. Struggle a little, again, not too much. You’re... a virgin... it’s your first time. They strip you, tie you up and treat you rough. But about halfway through Matt fucking you can start to enjoy it. Clear so far?’

‘Yes, Mr Petrelli.’

‘You good and lubed already?’ he asks, flicking a glance at his watch.

‘Yes Sandra...’

‘Jesus, yes is enough,’ he says, waving a hand. ‘Matt finishes fucking you. Adam fucks you. They play with you a bit and then let you come. Have you used a cock ring before?’

‘No,’ I say, biting back that I do know what they’re for.

‘You know what they’re for?’ he asks.

‘Yes Mr Petrelli.’

He turns away abruptly. ‘Everyone ready? You, bottom, on your mark.’ He rolls his eyes. ‘Your mark, where you’re supposed to be? Sit down.’

I’m shaking. This is the least sexy thing ever. It’s wicked hot under the lights, there are loads of people watching, and two guys are going to tie me up and fuck me.

Mr Parklane is behind me all of a sudden, his hands on my shoulders and arms. It’s real easy to squirm away. Hardly even pretending. He’s even scarier when he’s acting. He’s talking but I don’t know what he’s saying. I head for the door and half trip over my feet.

Mr Parklane grabs me, swings me over his shoulder, and carries me back. God, I’m going to be sick, I’m going to be sick. I remember to struggle a bit, squirm on Mr Parklane’s shoulder, and then he drops me down onto the counter, it wobbles. It’s made of some kind of balsa wood.

‘You okay?’ Mr Parklane murmurs.

I nod.

My clothes come apart at the seams when they pull. God, oh, god. I’m naked in front of Big Bill Parklane. He bites at the back of my neck and his hands pinch and scratch at my skin. I’m getting a stiffy!

Mr Parklane and Adam drag me off the counter and put me over one of the diner chairs, facing the back. It creaks. It’s cheap nasty plastic that’s actually real cold! Somewhere between picking me up and putting me on the chair someone’s put a cock ring on me. It’s tight and makes me feel like my whole body is in my wang and balls.

Adam’s in front of me now. He opens my mouth and fills it with a cloth and then tapes it shut as Mr Parklane ties my legs and arms to the chair legs and arms. He ties them real well, all the way along. It’s a little scary now because I can’t move and I can’t call out.

Adam winks at me and I feel a bit better.

Mr Parklane’s talking again, the usual stuff people say when this happens in skin flicks. ‘You like this, don’t you? Such a tight ass. Going to ream you out.’

He’s got a ten inch wang. Oh god. Can I take a ten inch wang???

‘Cut!’ Someone yells.

‘What?’ Mr Parklane’s voice behind me demands. ‘What’s the damn problem?’

‘My fault darling,’ Adam says, shifting his hips. ‘Lost my wood. Won’t be a tick.’

‘Can I have some water? Going to die of thirst,’ Mr Parklane is saying.

Sounds like people are... moving away. I’m still here! Hey! Hey!

‘Aren’t you a nice little present from Santa?’ a totally different voice murmurs, and someone yanks at my hair.

There’s a lot of noise and then someone is shoved past me, tripping over and crashing into the counter. It tips onto one side and nearly falls over.

There’s lots of yelling but mostly I can here Mr Parklane shouting at the real tall, dark haired guy who was yanking my hair. ‘Get the hell out of my sight, Gabriel or I’ll break your damn legs!’

‘You can’t do that! My daddy...’

‘Your daddy said one more kid needing hush money and you were on your own!’ Mr Parklane almost spits. ‘I’ll be happy to tell him.’

Gabriel stomps off and Mr Parklane tuts. He walks around in front of me, pulls off the tape, pulls out the cloth, and puts the bottle to my lips. ‘Take a gulp, be quick.’

I get a couple of mouthfuls and then he gags me again before I can even say thanks.

‘Places everyone!’

Mr Parklane moves behind me and Adam moves in front. Adam gives me another wink and flicks my nose.

‘Take it from, ‘ream you out,’ in three... two... one...’

‘Going to ream you out,’ Mr Parklane says. He pulls my head back, sharply but without pulling my hair or hurting me. ‘You listening to me?’

I moan an answer, can’t help it, but nobody shouts cut, so it must be okay.

He lets go of my head and strokes his hand down my back. His fingers are inside me, real firm, real quick, and my wang is throbbing, feels like all the blood in my whole body is there.

Adam tips up my face and licks my cheek.

Oh... oh... always feels so... just keeps... fingers in my hair stroking... Adam licking my face... Mr Parklane’s hand’s gripping my shoulder and back...

I’m being fucked by Bill Parklane!!!

Goes on... on... hear my heart beat three beats thrust, three beats thrust.

‘Enjoy it, hmm?’ Adam whispers in my ear. ‘The audience needs to know it’s okay to be getting off on this.’

But I am... I moan through the gag, and let my head loll back.

Mr Parklane comes, grabs my hair but doesn’t pull, and roars.

‘My turn now?’ Adam asks in a breathy voice.

Mr Parklane pulls out and...

‘Cut! Get rid of the rubber and resume.’

I’m still so hard! Only takes a second though and we’re going again.

‘My turn now?’ Adam asks in a breathy voice.

Mr Parklane walks around in front of me and Adam moves behind.

‘Enjoyed that, didn’t you? Gagging for it aren’t you?’ Mr Parklane asks as he pulls up my face and bites my throat.

‘Dirty school slut,’ I hear Adam say. He’s rubbing his hands over my back then grips my hip and fucks me. Fast, fast, faster but shallow. Two heartbeats, thrust, two heartbeats thrust.

Balls throbbing, hurts... hurts.

Adam comes, pulls my hair, pulls out...

‘Cut! Get rid of the rubber and resume.’

I feel dizzy. Am I going to pass out? What if I’m sick?

‘Rolling!’

‘Do you deserve to come?’ Mr Parklane asks.

They’re untying me but only to sit me down. Both of them stood in front of me, tying my arms down.

I nod.

Adam twists one of my nipples, Mr Parklane pinches down my chest and tummy. Then he slides off the cock ring. So hard! So hard.

His hand wraps around me and...

:white:

Come spurts, spatters them both.

Oh man!

‘Cut!’



Daphne takes me off to shower, still sticky and sweaty.

‘Did I do real bad?’

She chews a piece of gum slowly. ‘Seriously? Nah. You came kind of fast but that’s okay. You did decent moaning and you didn’t freak. How’d you enjoy?’

‘It was awesome!’ I say honestly. ‘I could have never imagined, ever, Mr Parklane and Adam Hardman!’

She’s looking at me weird, like laughing but not quite. ‘You have got it bad haven’t you?’

‘What?’

‘The bug, kid, the bug.’



It’s the last scene of the day so after I shower Mr Petrelli shakes my hand and says they’ll call.

It’s been an awesome day. Best day ever!

Day 2