I never liked this job, having sex with strangers to be recorded for some weird site. My parents disowned me and there was no other way to make money. I was sitting on the bed, awaiting for the next customer to come through. There were people with cameras standing all around, impatiently waiting for the action to start.
This category involved me being rough and dominate, the thought alone making me nauseous.
When the door to the set opened, a stressed and fearful looking boy walked in, a man on each side of him holding his arms so he couldn't turn back.
I sighed as the boy was pushed at me. He stumbled, his cheeks red. I approached him slowly, going to open my mouth but being cut off by a producer, "You know the rule, no talking. Action!" he yelled quickly.
Fear washed across the boys face and despite being a little taller then me, I could tell he was terrified. I walked towards him, causing him to back up and have his back hit the wall. He shuddered, closing his eyes as I took his wrists and pinned them at his sides.
I kissed his neck, leaving hickeys along the way. He unwillingly groaned, squirming under my hold. I nipped at his skin, earning a yelp.
"Please," the boy whispered, his eyes locking on mine.
"I'm sorry, I have to do this," I whispered quiet enough so nobody but him would hear. I pushed him to the bed and he fell onto it, trying to slide away from me.
I crawled towards him, capturing his wrists in mine yet again and this time, pinning them above his head. "Keep your hands up." I groaned loudly, following the script that I had previously memorized.
He did as told, watching as I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his toned chest. I brushed my hands along his muscles, feeling him grow tense from my touch. I kissed him again, this time inching dangerously close to his v-line; then back up his chest and to his neck.
He moaned softly as I slipped the shirt from his body. My hands trailed down his sides, stopping at the waistband of his black jeans. I undid the button, his hands instinctively pushing mine away. I looked back up at him, "Keep your hands above your head." I spat, continuing where I left off and unbuttoning his pants. He whimpered, looking away.
Once the button was undone, I pulled the fabric down his legs and tossed them to the floor. He tried to hide himself, showing that he was insecure.
"You're beautiful," I whispered as I continued to pull down his briefs.
"N-No," he croaked.
"Stop talking!" I said, the words sour in my mouth as I forced myself onto the innocent boy.
I removed myself of my clothing, straddling him. I grabbed his jaw, "Tell me your name."
"S-Shawn," he stuttered, a tear falling down his cheek.
Guilt hit my chest hard, seeing his eyes well up.
"Keep going!" a producer yelled, causing me to flinch.
My guess, was that Shawn was forced into this. I unwillingly said I would, but by the look of terror and sadness on his face; this wasn't his choice.
"Lay down," I said, pushing him down by his chest.
He did as told, wincing as I straddled his hips.
I leaned forwards and pressed my lips to his, feeling him tuck his lips in. I didn't want management to make a big deal so I just kept doing what I was doing. I lowered myself and grabbed his length, pumping him a few times before putting the tip in my mouth.
