Mark looks at the internet ad again.
"Wanted: dominant male to star in a gay porn movie. Violence, bondage and non- consensual sex may be required"
It is tempting. Non-consensual ... his field of expertise, his ideal form of sex. Of course, violently fucking a Bottom is always okay; it will pass the time. But consensual sex it is nowhere near as satisfying as raping a reluctant party, feeling how the arsehole underneath you is trying to get away, trying to keep you out, resisting until you breach through its defences and ram your dick in one thrust in up to the balls.
There is no harm in calling them to show his interest.
"Please sit down, Mr Hughes."
He does as they ask, not in the least discomfited by the fact that four men are examining his almost naked physique. His body is nothing to be embarrassed about, and besides, if you want to become a porn star you can't be bashful.
"My name is Justin Anderson, and I am the director of this movie," says the man who is obviously in charge. "Let me tell you about the project. We intend to make a movie that - I'll be honest - consists mostly of hardcore sex and very little in the way of storyline. It follows the sexual adventures of a dominant gay man, who randomly picks up submissive guys, fucks them and discards them afterwards to pick up the next one. Most scenes involve a cock entering an orifice, the few scenes that do not are just there to lead the story towards the next fuck. There will be some violence and there will be bondage. What are your thoughts about that?"
"My thoughts?" Mark smiles what he likes to think of as his predatory smirk. "My first thought would be: 'When can I start?' It sounds like you are describing my life."
"No objections to violence?"
"None whatsoever. As far as I am concerned Bottoms are made for a bit of rough." That drew a smile from the director. "I seem to remember it said something about non- consensual sex in the advert?"
"Yes, we were coming to that. The story line involves non-consensual sex. To be open about it, it involves a full blown rape . We would like to make this as realistic as possible. That means that the person playing the victim of the rape will not know this will happen, nor will he want it to. Does that trouble you?"
The grin that creeps across Mark's face during the explanation is proof enough. "On the contrary, I actively look forward to it." It wouldn't be the first time that he rapes a boy, but perhaps that is too much information to disclose in a job interview.
"Good! Now if you would stand up, take off your shirt and shorts and slowly turn around ... Very nice! Thank you ... we will contact you."
His first acting job and it is a peach. Mark can't really believe it, but here he is: the lead star in a porn movie where the role basically requires him to do what he wants to do and tends to do anyway. The pay isn't bad, the job is brilliant, and life is a joy.
"Positions please ...," the Director, Justin, says. "We will start with scene 16, Felix drags Johnnie to the bed, pulls down his shorts and enters him from behind ... No real violence involved, but being quite rough during penetration is good."
Mark - or 'Felix' in this movie - knows that this very first scene is really still part of the audition. If he can't produce a realistic fuck, he is out of here in seconds. Well, he really is like Felix, a stud Top who will fuck whatever he finds on his way, so it should not be a problem. He checks out 'Johnnie', a small, blond, somewhat effeminate actor of about 20. Pretty enough and everything about him shouts 'Bottom'. If Mark had come across 'Johnnie' in a club two weeks ago, he would have taken the lad anyway, so there will be no problem finding the enthusiasm to mount him.
"Action!"
Mark grabs 'Johnnie' by the neck, drags him into the room and pushes him face down onto the bed. One hand yanks down the boy's shorts, the other undoes the fly of the expensive suit he is wearing himself. His cock jumps out: no underpants.
"Brace yourself, Johnnie," 'Felix' says as he lines up his 8 incher. "I will take your cherry, whether you are ready for me or not."
With a great show of force, he rams his cock home all the way. It supposedly is the first time Johnnie gets fucked, but the actor's relaxed pre-lubed hole takes him like the Pro it is. Nonetheless, his ear-splitting scream suggests that this 'virgin' arse will never be the same again. For a minute Mark bare-backs the wreck below him, who groans pitifully every time he drives his tool down the chute. He is starting to get into his stride ...
"Cut!"
Disturbed by the interruption, he reluctantly pulls his erect cock from the warm slick hole. 'Johnnie', having recovered miraculously from the supposedly punishing fuck, gets up from the bed and grabs a bathrobe without a glance at the guy who just mounted him.
"Well done, very convincing," Justin says. "I think you will suit very well, Mark."
"Thanks"
"No need to put that away." Mark was about to put his cock back into his trousers. "In the next scene you've lost the suit, Johnnie is on his back in the middle of the bed, his legs on your shoulders. You better get ready ... Two minutes to scene 17, people!"
The frantic contractions of Paul's throat massage his cock like nothing he's ever experienced.
It is Mark's second week on the shoot, and Paul is the fifth guy who has experienced the might of his manhood. Paul, or rather 'Ollie', the character he is playing, has followed 'Felix' to his penthouse for a little man-on-boy fun. Against a back-drop of the Manchester skyline, the boy has soon found himself cuffed to the bed and gagged with a gaping ring gag that provides ample access for Felix's generously sized pole.
The cameras zoom in on the panic in Paul's green eyes as a blue tinge around his face shows that Mark's tool has plugged his throat for a little too long. The thick manhood pulls out and 'Ollie' desperately gasps for air, knowing that it will be seconds before his airway is blocked by eight fat inches of man meat once again.
Justin smiles, he knows that no professional actor should ever make his counterpart suffer through such a realistic deep throat assault; he also knows that that realism will be visible in the end result. Mark is a psychopath, but "hell" does he make a good movie.
As Mark lies on top of his victim, it is easy to forget that the striking red-haired lad being smothered by his cock is in fact a colleague. "Keep sucking, Ginger!" He grabs a handful of Paul's testicles and twists and squeezes them hard.
Paul's agonised screams vibrate up Mark's cock, triggering a massive uncontrollable orgasm.
Three scenes tonight, two of which involve sex. Mark scans the scripts for any special events. Felix befriends Darren, a barely-legal straight boy, in a pub, gets him drunk and rapes him in the backroom of the bar. Sounds realistic enough ... They get thrown out by the landlord, so he pulls the young man with him into a dark alley to finish the job, first anal and then oral to clean his cock. Pretty straightforward, really.
His acting partner turns out to be a baby-faced 21-year-old, who can still get away with playing 16 and is making a career out of that. Like all other actors in this movie, Xander is gorgeous: cropped black hair, dark brown eyes and a lean body with just the right amount of muscle definition to still look like a beautiful teenager. Taking in the arse he will enter soon, Mark feels a longing pressure in his loins and knows today's filming will be a raving success.
In the opening scene, 'Darren' convincingly mutters about loving his girlfriend while his new best friend 'Felix' fills him up with shots of Tequila. When the youngster is properly drunk, Felix helps him to the toilet and on the way back, in the empty backroom, the semi-conscious boy ends up bent over the side of the pool table with his trousers on his ankles.
Growing into his role, Mark hooks the elasticated band of his tracksuit bottoms under his scrotum and spits in his hand. It is exactly what he would have done if this were just another night out on the town. He lubes his hard tool with the gloop and slowly eases it into Darren's relaxed hole. For a while he leisurely fucks the motionless body underneath him, until the guy playing the fat publican enters and, shouting and swearing, tells them "he doesn't want any poofters in his bar."
"... and cut!"
Like the old hand he has become, Mark pulls out without a moment's regret. Xander jumps off the table and hitches up his trousers. Within seconds, all trace of sexual encounter has disappeared from the room.
"Let's pack up the stuff ... I've prepared a quiet alleyway in the industrial estate for the rest of the scenes. We won't be disturbed there."
It is almost midnight when they arrive at the passage and the director is right, filming sex outdoors is always a risk, but they won't be disturbed here. The nearest living person must be five miles away at least. Except for the floodlights that fill the scene, the estate is covered in almost complete darkness.
"Okay guys, scene 48: Felix helps the almost comatose Darren down the lane, lies him down on those garbage bags and continues what he started in the bar. Xander, you make some objections and you try to get up, but you're still too drunk to stop him. There are enough cameras pointed on you, Mark, so you can keep at it until you climax. But pace yourself, don't hurry, I want at least 30 minutes of continuous footage of a good, rough fuck!"
Mark grabs Xander, who has slung his arm over Mark's shoulders, and they position themselves at the end of the alley. Mark enters the mind of his protagonist: He is still angry with the publican, but it will be Darren who will suffer his rage.
"Everyone ready ... and ... action!"
Darren hangs like a sack of potatoes from his shoulders as they struggle down the lane, so Felix is glad when they reach a suitable place to finish off the interrupted fuck. The boy, muttering about having to get home, is draped over a stack of bags, and with efficient movements, Felix removes his trousers.
"No, no ... I don't want ...," Darren tries to get up, but a hard - too hard for acting - slap on the back of the head forces him back down.
Mark has pulled out his cock and holding the teenager down with two hands on his waist, he smashes it home so hard that the semi-limp body slides a foot further up the garbage mount. It is not clear whether Xander's cry is acted or real, but Mark doesn't care; he's been told to produce a rough fuck, and a rough fuck is exactly what he has in mind.
He doesn't get far...
Within a minute, a car speeds down the alley towards him and Mark stops his pumping, uncertain what to do. Frozen in the headlights, their silhouettes are captured by the cameras: Felix's groin pushed against Darren's arse. The car screeches to a hold and three guys jump out.
"Darren?" One of them shouts. "Jesus! Get off him, you fucking pervert!"
Mark pulls away from the boy, "what the hell ..." He doesn't get to finish his sentence, because the closest guy, bodybuilder-sized, smashes his fist in Mark's face. As he sinks to the ground, it dawns on him that the film crew are doing nothing to stop the attack.
"D'you think you can get away with fucking my little brother?" Another of the heavies shouts as he lands his boot several times in Mark's belly and groin. With the breath kicked from his body, he cannot answer the accusation.
His limp body is lifted up and laid face down on the bonnet of the car, a BMW, Mark's mind registers weirdly. By the time his mind has cleared and he has regained control over his lungs, his hands are tied to the front doors and his ankles to the bumper. With his underpants stuffed in his mouth and a rope around his head to keep them in place, he can't do anything that might stop the assault.
"Let's see how much you really like anal sex, then," Darren's brother says. Mark looks on in fear as the guy lowers his trousers and pulls out a massive dick that rapidly rises to the occasion. He's never been fucked ...
The attacker doesn't make it easy on Mark. With just spit for lube and no foreplay to loosen him up, he violates the virgin arse with brute force. As ten inches of thick, veined cock are rammed further and further up Mark's gut, the gag does little to stop his screams, but at least it makes them unintelligible. With his entire manhood buried inside his victim, the bodybuilder fucks him like a jack hammer, pulling out almost all the way, before ramming back in with enough force to drive the air from Mark's lungs. Faster and faster the guy fucks him until, with a groan of delight, he floods his guts with a stream of cum.
"Who's next," he asks as he pulls out of the ravaged hole.
The director checks his watch: 43 minutes of raw footage ... and still rolling. The third of the assailants has been fucking 'Felix' for nearly 12 minutes and he looks like he is about to shoot a load from his substantial rod. Not to worry though, they have been instructed well and know what to do next to keep the scene going.
All three attackers in this scene were recruited specifically for the size of their cocks. Brandon, who is just finishing up, measures an impressive 13 inches long and 12 around. At least by telling Brandon to go last, Justin had given Mark some chance to get opened up enough to take that monster.
Mark is lying barely conscious on the bonnet. His voice had broken long before the second guy creamed his guts. Since then the third one has been attacking his arse with a pile driver and although Mark wants to shout in agony every time the guy bottoms out inside him, he can hardly make a squeak. His bruised innards burn as the massive invader stretches them to tearing point every couple of seconds. The guy's breathing intensifies and Mark knows he is about to have a third dose of man seed shot up his backside any moment now. After that, hopefully, they will stop filming, and they will stop assaulting his arse.
Fat chance ...
Brandon somehow manages to keep his gruelling rape going for another five minutes before he dumps a load inside Mark. When he pulls out, the cameras zoom in on the gaping torn hole that had never been fucked until an hour ago. Into view comes the big construction worker's hand of 'Darren's brother', which slowly begins to work its way past the ragged sphincter. If the stretched arse hole wasn't proof enough, the high-pitched moans that escape from the gagged victim spell out that he isn't able to take this fist. But take it he does.
When his hand has slipped inside, Jon begins to pump his arm deeper into the bound man's gut. He doesn't really understand what is going on, but he knows that he is being paid very well for an acting job that has to be super-realistic. They were told to be rough, as rough as they could manage, without taking any notice of the guy's protests. Jon isn't exactly Einstein, but even he understands that the victim isn't acting, that he is actually being raped ... by them. But it is too late to stop this now. Jon redoubles his efforts and drives his arm up to the elbow into the guy's warm welcoming body. He might as well enjoy it while he can.
For over two hours the camera's roll, recording how three cocks, an arm, a baseball bat and the same three cocks again, ravage Mark's arse one after the other. When finally the director is satisfied, the victim is cut free from the car bonnet and thrown on the pile of garbage bags. A last close-up showing a stream of cum and a trickle of blood leaking from his bare arse.
"And Cut! ... Great stuff, guys. Bravo ... First class rape! Let's pack up and get out of here."
"Why?" Mark can barely whisper at Justin, who stands next to him and looks down in satisfaction.
"Frank?" The director beckons a young man from behind one of the cameras. There is something vaguely familiar about the lad, but Mark can't place him.
"Well?" Justin seems to wait for a reaction. "No recognition? Why am I not surprised? Frank is my boyfriend. Last July we went to the Trocadero Club; in the toilets there he was hit in the face, dragged into a cubicle and raped."
A memory flashes across Mark's mind. Frank had been blond then ... and a good fuck. "Oh shit!" He mumbles.
"You didn't even try to hide your identity afterwards ..."
"Are you going to kill me now to shut me up?"
The director laughs. "Christ, No! Why would we? You've signed a contract that you are happy to be involved in non-consensual sex, which in a way makes it consensual non-consensual sex, I suppose. And you were involved in non-consensual sex, just not in the way you expected. We'll even pay your wages for this last day, as normal. All above board."
Mark lowers his aching body on the bags and thinks about how he will take revenge.
"In a week's time, this movie will be finished," Justin interrupts his thoughts, "a master piece of cinematographic art, which will be made available for free to every visitor of every gay bar and club for miles around. It will be free for online download, too. In two weeks' time, your face will be synonymous with an eminently fuckable arse."
The fear on Mark's face shows that he realises what that means.
"Your days as a Top are over, boy. From now on you'll have burly men fighting for the chance to take your rectal temperature every time you leave the house."
THE END