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Doppio looked at himself in the mirror, his stomach felt hollow and twisted. To say he was nervous would be the understatement of the century. Today was going to be one of the biggest days of his life. Either he was going to be rejected, and be anxious about anyone finding that one video online, or he was going to make it. And he wanted to make it.
He looked into his closet mirror and turned his body. He didn't look bad, just not perfect. Which was totally fine, no one looks perfect. For the interview, Doppio was wearing a purple sweater with a keyhole slit and revealing midriff. It was certainly flirty especially for a guy, but still casual and somewhat unassuming. He figured it would look good for the camera and it was one of his favorite tops anyways, so why not wear it. He was wearing casual blue jeans that would be easy to take off quickly. Doppio had performed stripteases many times in front of his mirror, and even for some of the guys at school, but in front of a camera? This was an entirely new territory. One that scared yet excited him.
He smiled slightly in the mirror. The look he was going for was 'cute', as he personally liked the aesthetic and it was somewhat true to himself. He just hoped that he'd be accepted, whatever that meant. His long pink hair was styled in a loose braid, with a bang flowing freely. It was dyed, obviously. The pink added to his 'cute boy' aesthetic, making him look both youthful and like a rebel hipster teen.
He threw his light duffle bag over his shoulder and left his room, still feeling weak in the stomach. While Doppio did do some minor research in the form of porn star interviews on youtube, he had no idea what to expect, so he brought with him some towels, a light bathrobe, some snacks and pepper spray (just in case).
He passed his mom who was sitting at the couch watching 'Love Island' on the way out, giving her a short wave of the hand as he murmured a quick 'bye'.
"Have fun." She said, not looking away from the screen.
"Yup," Doppio said, almost hiccuping from the nerves. He didn't tell his mom where he was going. She'd disown him, or at least for a night. He told her he was spending the day with Trish, one of his friends from school. It wasn't really her business anyways, Doppio concluded. He was 18. He could do what he want.
And so he did.
A week ago he snapped a few sexy shots of himself in various outfits and sent them along with some medical documents to Passione, a major adult film industry local to his area. It took only two days for them to schedule a shooting. He was told it was a paid tryout to see if he'd qualify, casting couch style. He'd thought about the whole porn thing far before sending in the pictures, but everything still felt like it was going too fast. But while Doppio was a legal adult, he was still very much a teenager, so he was willing to dive in headfirst.
after all, it was only his fate he was toying with, right?
For now, he just had to shut up his nerves. He left his house swiftly, car keys and phone in hand. He didn't have a car of his own, so he'd use his moms. By then she knew he was responsible enough with it to use it whenever he pleased, as long as he paid for the gas. It was a grey Honda Oddessy, which was pretty dorky. On the rare days when Doppio could drive it to school, his friends would lightly pick on him, calling it a 'soccer mom' car.
Nevertheless, it got the job done, and right now, Doppio had somewhere to be. He got into the car, starting it with ease and turned the radio on. Luckily it was 'Britney Speares' Oops!... I did it again'. Something Doppio actually liked, embarrassingly enough.
It was a fun drive. Doppio had managed to settle his stomach by singing along to cheesy pop songs, acting like a 15-year-old diva. At one point during a red light, he rolled down the windows making eyes at a cute guy in a neighboring car. Doppio knew he was being cringy, but it was fucking fun.
The next time he had to stop the car was when he pulled up to a series of buildings in the same address. The building he was supposed to enter was number 4 of 5. Two of the plain, warehouse-style buildings were owned by Passione, with the executive building being across the road. As Doppio was researching about the place before leaving, he learned that the fifth building was owned by a popular modeling agency, Vento Aureo. Doppio had wondered if there was any crossover in the industry, but Vento Aureo is known to prestigious and elite, owned by Tyrant Dio Brando, employing only the finest models and modeling for high-end fashion. Knowing this made Doppio feel like a cheap whore.
Sighing, and scanning the area once more, Doppio spotted the sign with a bold black 4 just outside one of the buildings at the back. It was 2:44. He was right on time, if not a tiny bit early. Doppio got out of the grey Honda and shut the door quietly, desperately not wanting to draw attention to him in the already desolate parking lot. He looked down at himself as a wave of insecurity hit him.
He is probably overdressed. He probably looks like he's trying too hard. Everyone is going to notice he has no clue what he's doing. It's not too late to go home. He can just leave and forget this whole situation ever happened. No one has to know.
Interrupting Doppio's mild panic came to a mumble from behind him. Doppio jumped back and looked at who it was. The cat-eyed man with lavender hair seemed to be taken aback, perhaps because of Doppio's spooked reaction. Whatever it was, he regained his posture quickly and smiled cooly. "Are you the new recruit?" He asked, his eyes staring into what felt like Doppio's soul.
"Uh yes." Doppio blurted out, before cringing at his honestly and looking around. He saw a white car parked several meters away opposite Doppio's. How did that get there? How could Doppio not notice something like that? Well, whatever.
The lavender haired man extended his hand and awkwardly shook Doppio's shaky hand. "I'm Melone, a film star of Passione." He said with a smirk at the words 'film star'. Doppio nodded. "I'm here to give you a bit of a tour, show you the ropes and stuff before filming, okay?"
"Oh, right, okay."
"Are you okay, hun? You're looking kinda nervous? Do you want to reschedule?" He said with a concerned tone. His voice was deep and velvety, it sounded soft yet hard at the same time. Doppio's poor hormone-filled brain had thought it would suit dirty talk well. He felt his face flush ever so slightly.
He cupped his hand to his cheek and without thinking said, "Oh no, It's fine."
"Molto bene! Come inside, I'll show you around. Have you seen the offices?"
"Oh no, but I know they're across the street."
Melone placed his hand on Doppio's back in a friendly yet assertive way. "I could show you them after, maybe. You might even meet Diavolo, the owner of Passione... Although he rarely talks with people... When I first saw you I was worried you were gonna drive off. Many do that, in fact, lots don't even show up. I remember when I first started..."
Melone talked Doppio's ear off for a good 20 minutes as he gave the tour. A lot of it was about his experiences in the business along with some unnecessary gossip about coworkers. He showed Doppio a few of the sets. Most were hotel style with unfinished rooms opening out to the camera crew. Some of the beds looked luxurious, temping to lay in. Doppio had expected a run-down warehouse with a few beds here and there, but the aura on the film sets seemed quite professional and friendly. If only Melone didn't overshare his work stories, Doppio might have felt somewhat relaxed.
"And then the poor guy couldn't get the toy car out of hit butt. Seriously, it was fucking hilarious. Everyone almost died laughing. He never returned after that ordeal." He said, chuckling. "Oh, but you don't have to do anything like that!"
"Right..." Doppio said and shifted his feet.
When a blond man wearing an expensive-looking suit walked passed Melone greeted "Hi Prosciutto. I have the recruit for today, his name's Doppio, right?" Doppio nodded.
"Hello. I am a Prosciutto. I work mainly as a director here but today I'll be filming with you." He said, shaking Doppio's hand with a firm grip. His professional demeanor intimidated him, to say the least.
"O-oh, It's a pleasure to be working with you." Doppio stammered out.
"Of course." Prosciutto replied with a thin smile. "We're all set up." He pointed to the hotel styled set surrounded by cameras.
"Get going, hot stuff! I wish you luck!" Said Melone, who have Doppio a quick pat on the back.
"Thanks..." Mumbled Doppio as he slowly approached the set. There were two cameras set up. One was facing a white couch and the other an equally blank bed. Behind the first camera was a muscular man who was oddly enough, lacking a chin. He had a pretty awful haircut too. Doppio bit his lip as the thought about how in a few minutes, he'd be naked in front of them all. Melone seemed to be watching from the back, probably to judge Doppio's performance. Doppio cringed, hoping he could get erect with this many bystanders.
"So just sit on the couch for a bit and answer some questions for us, okay? It's pretty classic casting couch stuff so just relax, look pretty and you'll be fine." Prosciutto said as he stood behind the green-haired man.
Doppio carefully sat on the couch and was surprised by how comfy it was, which made sense for it to be so as people would be fucking on it. Again, Doppio felt incredibly lewd just sitting there.
"Good Pesci, you're doing good." Doppio heard him mumble to the man. "Okay, Filming in tre, due... uno. Azione!"
"So, you're here looking to become an adult actor? How come?" Prosciutto started, speaking with a clear and deep voice.
Doppio felt his belly do flip flops. "I uhh, thought to just try it out. It doesn't seem to bad."
"Keep going."
"Ohh uh. Well, I already have a reputation for being a bit of a slut. I figured why not go all out?" Doppio said and chuckled shyly, straightening his back slightly.
"A reputation you say?"
"Yes. I get around."
"And do you have a preferred type?"
"Well..." Doppio started. Did he have a type? He was the kinda guy to get fucked by anyone that had a working dick. "I'd like to try it with an older guy..."
"why?"
"More experienced I guess."
Prosciutto nodded and asked, "So how old are you?"
"18."
"Wow, you graduated?"
"No, I'm in the process of finishing school right now, actually."
"So the people you've had sex with, are they from your school?"
"Mostly."
"And have do done many women too?"
"No, just guys."
"Have you topped before?"
"Once."
"And how was it?"
"It wasn't bad. Quite enjoyable... but I really prefer getting fucked. Hard."
Prosciutto seemed to smirk slightly and Doppio flushed, fidgeting with his hands.
"Well then, I can make that-" Prosciutto was interrupted by the sound of the heavy doors to the parking lot open. He and Pesci both turned around to look at the man entering the building. He was tall and wearing a warm dark suit with dark aviators over his eyes. His lips were painted a glossy deep purple, almost black. His hair was long, about the same length as Doppio's (if it were out of it's braid) with dark spots. He had a sharp jaw and a look that gave nothing away. From his appearance, Doppio assumed he was someone pretty important.
"Diavolo, boss! What are you doing here?" Prosciutto said as he quickly switched the camera that Pesci was manning off. Diavolo... Doppio looked at him in awe. He didn't think an owner of a porn producing company would be so hot. He expected an overweight pervy old man. Shows what he knows...
"Just picking something up," Diavolo said with a monotone voice as he stepped forward once more.
"We're trying out a newbie. Do you want to test out the product?"
Doppio physically cringed at that. he definitely did not want to be called a product. Diavolo walked closer, eyeing Doppio slowly. He didn't know if Diavolo was displeased or interested until he caught the faintest of faintest smiles.
"Why not." He said as he placed his palm on Doppio's head. Doppio looked up into Diavolo's stone green eyes. Doppio's eyes darted back to Prosciutto. Was he really about to get fucked by the boss of all people? Prosciutto seemed startled as well.
"On film?" Proscuitto asked.
"Sure." Pesci began to fiddle with the cameras again and repositioned it slightly.
Once Diavolo knew the cameras were rolling, he sat down next to Doppio in a clean swoop, bringing his painted lips to the boys. It was slow, yet forceful and made Doppio turn to putty. The gloss smeared over his lips, tasting the sweet gel. The boss slowly explored Doppio's mouth with precision and skill that of an experienced porn star. Every move was slow and deliberate, made to arouse Doppio, and in turn, the viewers. Doppio was sure his lips would have turned the same color as Diavolo's.
Doppio could feel himself naturally getting hard and on instinct, he moved closer to Diavolo, moaning into his wet kisses. Diavolo smelt like a musky natural cologne. He wanted to bury his face in the older man's large chest but was pushed back slightly. Right, the cameras.
Diavolo started making his way down Doppio's neck, kissing every bit of it until he found a spot that made Doppio squirm. He tongued the spot then sucked it gently before sinking his teeth in. Doppio yelped quietly then moaned again. Diavolo stopped and brought his lips up to Doppio's ear.
"Undress." His voice was husky and demanding, yet smooth like butter. It made Doppio shudder beneath him. Fuck it was sexy. Doppio wanted more. He did what he was told and began by removing his top. He took it off fast, not sure if that part was going to be cut out. He looked at Prosciutto with curiosity, wondering why he wasn't barking orders. Was it because the boss was here? Well, it didn't matter. Doppio knew his way around the body anyways.
His jeans came off quickly along with his socks and underwear. he was completely naked as he turned back towards Diavolo who was surprisingly also naked. Doppio guessed he had skill in taking off his clothes quickly. Diavolo's smeared lipstick just confirmed to Doppio that he was marked. His gaze lowered to the boss' torso. He gawked at Diavolo's body. How is this guy real!? He was muscular and large, with a toned stomach and big pecks. His forearms looked like they could crush Doppio, and that turned him on even more. And the arm tattoos! Doppio was ready to cry. This man is perfect.
Diavolo took Doppio's hand and pulled him to the bed without a word and brought Doppio over to the bed. He sat facing the camera with his erection in full view.
Pesci switched cameras and gave a thumbs up to Diavolo who sat behind Doppio, pulling him up onto his lap. Diavolo started by rubbing Doppio's thighs with a firm grip, massaging them all while cooing sweet nothings in Doppio's ear with his sexy voice. His hands slowly came up further and further until they met with Doppio's hard cock where they gave it a little squeeze before slowly pumping. Doppio moaned again and closed his eyes. He wouldn't last long if Diavolo was being this direct. His left hand began to grope Doppio's hip, making his way to Doppio's ass.
As Diavolo squeezed Doppio's ass, making him squirm, Doppio felt the older man's hard big cock press against his back. That alone made Doppio feel the need to come.
Breathlessly, Doppio asked, "Could we take it a little slower?"
"Sure. Can I use your ass?" Diavolo growled in his ear.
Doppio nodded quickly. The older man grabbed Doppio's waist in his big hands and rolled over, pinning Doppio underneath. He got up pulled Doppio by the hips forward into his crotch, his erection rubbing against Doppio's ass.
Doppio heard some whispering from behind and a small thud. He assumed Pesci was repositioning the camera.
"Do you use toys in there?" Diavolo asked as he slapped Doppio's asscheeks lightly.
Doppio moaned an "Uh-huh." In response.
He heard Diavolo chuckle and say "Good." Before invading Doppio's private place with a slippery finger. Then another. And another. Quickly, Diavolo was finger fucking the younger one's tight hole. Doppio grasped at the white sheets underneath him and panted from his sheer horniness.
Diavolo massaged Doppio's insides thoroughly, rubbing every inch until he found what he was looking for, and when he did, Doppio let out a cry of pleasure. He started to thrust into the spot, sending waves of pleasure through Doppio. If this was what filming porn felt like, then Doppio could certainly get used to it.
Diavolo retracted quickly to reposition Doppio and lifted him up as if he weighed nothing, laying him out in front of the camera where Doppio could make direct eye contact with Pesci and Prosciutto. Doppio clenched his eyes shut, then opened them to only look at the camera. It was him. It was watching him, and soon others would be watching him have sex with a complete stranger. It was horrifyingly erotic. Yet also guilt-inducing.
He put his fingers back inside Doppio, continuing to rub Doppio's prostate forcefully. Doppio's lewd moans filled the set, echoing back to ensure only the best audio quality. He sounded like a whore.
If his mom found out, no, if anyone found out he'd be humiliated for life. What if it came to haunt him in his future career?
Doppio whimpered again as the older man lifted his leg, shifting his cock between Doppio's legs while still fingering him.
Did it even matter if Doppio felt guilty? Maybe he could just own it. He was already known as a massive slut in school, he probably didn't have a chance at being a dignified accomplished adult anyways. Doppio was a whore and he always would be. Doppio had always thought that 'if you're good at something, you might as well do it." And oh boy, was he good at taking dick...
"You're doing great." Came a deep whisper in his ear. Diavolo's long and somewhat fully hair tickled at Doppio's shoulders. Again, large fingers began to stretch him out even further, and Doppio exhaled a rugged breath.
Yeah, Doppio thought to himself. Diavolo's voice was hot as fuck.
It wasn't long until Doppio felt the boss' fingers retract and instead position his hard dick against Doppio's wet hole. Diavolo's must've used a fair amount of lube because it slipped in with ease, despite its size.
Doppio groaned in pleasure again as Diavolo's began to thrust into him. This is too much. Doppio didn't expect to feel this good, but he was practically seeing white.
Diavolo's propped Doppio's leg up farther, showing the cameras an erotic view of their primal display. His pace became faster and more forceful, each thrust pounding into Doppio with an audible slap.
At that point, Doppio was crying out each time Diavolo's dick hit his sweet spot.
"Cute whore," Diavolo grunted. "My cute sweet whore."
Yep, Doppio now has a voice kink.
"Sei la mio puttana."
Fuck, Doppio was close. This was better than anything. The pleasure was drowning out the strain in his leg, and his heartbeat pumped adrenaline through his veins. What a high.
"I-I'm gonna..." He moaned out.
"Do it."
And with that tempting command, he did. He came all over his stomach and the sheets, crying out in total bliss all while Diavolo continued to ram into his abused ass.
Doppio shook with overstimulation, gasping and moaning as the boss slowed down.
"Get on your knees in front of the camera." He ordered.
Doppio nodded enthusiastically at Diavolo, at his boss. The soft carpet met with his knees kindly, probably made specifically not to induce carpet burn. Diavolo stood over him, clearly getting ready for the blowjob and cumshot scene.
Doppio was quite familiar with this part of the video. He was a teenage boy after all. Without command, Doppio took his boss' solid cock in his hand and began to pump and slowly, teasingly brought his mouth to his dick.
Diavolo cursed as Doppio's wet welcoming mouth made contact with his dick. Doppio teased him by giving a chaste kiss on the head of his cock before taking half of its length inside him. It was hot and wet, and Doppio flushed knowing that it had been inside him.
He pumped what he couldn't fit inside of his mouth, using his saliva as extra lube. The older man grunted and held Doppio in place as he lightly thrust into the back of Doppio's throat.
He released Doppio quickly after he gagged twice, choking on dick and spit.
"Open your mouth."
Doppio complied hungrily looking up at Diavolo's face. When their eyes met, Doppio caught a peculiar glint in his eyes as Diavolo smirked.
It wasn't long before felt wet drops shoot onto his face. He closes his eyes quickly as he felt the hot thick liquid land on every part of his face, onto his hair, and into his mouth. It was salty and bitter, each person somewhat similar in taste but always different and savoring the taste was another of Doppio's turn-ons.
Diavolo finished dropping his load as he stroked his spent dick slowly as he stared at Doppio.
Doppio knew he probably looked like a mess, but fuck that just makes him hotter. Doppio guesses he's a full-blown slut now. Someone give him his certificate.
A loud chirp of a whistle broke Doppio's horny self indulge along with a single applause.
"Molto bene!" The lavender man shouted, still back behind the production team. Right... Doppio forgot Melone was watching the whole thing. He bit his lip and looked at Diavolo.
Diavolo offered his hand out to Doppio which he happily took. His hand, which had just been doing unspeakable things to him was large and rough, although slightly damp. Doppio stood up quickly using Diavolo's weight and let go. He said a quiet thanks to the stranger and felt his cheeks heat up. God, why must he feel so awkward now?
Diavolo looked calm and composed, like when Doppio first saw him, but with a bit of heat in his cheeks. Would it be bad if Doppio kissed him again, to savor the waxy feeling on his mouth one last time...? Probably, he was the boss of Passione after all.
A square grey towel suddenly flew into Doppio's face. He used it to wipe him off quickly and looked in the direction of where it came from.
Standing there was a guy with silver hair and snakebite piercings in a worn-out black shirt with a logo that read 'Metallica'. He had tattoos sleeves along his arms and a toned body. From the looks of it, Doppio concluded that he was another adult performer.
"I didn't know you were hiring kids now, Diavolo." He said with a sneer, putting emphasis on his name and gesturing rudely to Doppio. Diavolo tensed up.
"I-I'm 18!" Doppio interjected quickly, feeling the need to protect his and the boss' pride.
The silver-haired man just scoffed and said, "isn't that how old your daughter is?"
"Risotto, enough!" The boss practically snarled, his eyes sending daggers. He spoke with such an undeniable authority that made Doppio weak in the knees. The man, Risotto quickly left with a grunt, probably off to prepare for a shooting or something.
An awkward silence hung in the air. Diavolo and Doppio were still naked, and Doppio was beginning to feel overexposed and exhausted.
"Uh," he stammered out, but before his brain could create a logical sentence, Diavolo said "you're hired. Stay here and someone will bring you your payment soon."
And with that, he slipped on a crimson fluffy bathrobe prosciutto handed him and left for another room.
Shit... Did he say Doppio was actually hired?
He felt giddy, starstruck, horny and terrified all at the same time. What a fucking day.
Prosciutto handed him a bathrobe, the same color of the cum covered face towel he still held and told Doppio the directions to the nearest bathroom. Doppio didn't quite listen, still high from sex but managed to find his way into the barely finished bathroom.
The bathroom was tiled with all the bathroom-esque accessories such as a sink, bath, etc, but was lacking anything to make the room feel less industrial and bare-boned. It was usable, however, so Doppio, in the cum drunk state he was in, couldn't care less.
He threw the grey robe off him and ditched the towel on the floor and faced the mirror. His lips were puffy, and his pink hair was a mess, and there were still remnants of cum, both his and the Boss'.
What stood out the most on Doppio's pale freckled skin was the deep purple smudges along his lips and neck. The kiss marks littered his skin, reminding him of their intimacy.
Diavolo, what an interesting name, Doppio had thought.
He'd been marked by the devil himself.