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"RED"!!!
For a brief moment, everyone on set paused. Wriothesley's fingers clawed at the sheet beneath him, the massive body above him radiating an uncomfortable heat. "What's the point? Keep going." The director's voice sounded harsh and angry. Wriothesley shook his head slightly. He didn't want to continue. "No, please," his voice barely more than a breath. His body ached, sweat dripping down from above, dying in the small of his back. One of his colleagues with whom he was filming this scene grabbed his hips tighter and began to plunge into him again with firm thrusts, regardless of the fact that Wriothesley had just said his safe word. Which was met with pure ignorance. Another hand gripped his black and gray hair tightly, tugging at the strands and navigating his head directly into another man's crotch. An index finger forced itself between his lips, hooked itself into the corner of his mouth and yanked until Wriothesley opened his mouth wide, mostly to relieve himself of some of the pain, he barely had time to take a breath before a cock was rammed deep in the throat.
He gagged, which only encouraged his counterpart to sink deeper. A flat hand flicked forcefully onto his left butt cheek and he screamed in surprise. He wasn't against the concept of pain, after all he was largely known as a masochist, but it was neither discussed nor present in any form in the script he was given. He wasn't averse to impact play, but he needed time before a shoot to get into the right frame of mind. After all, it influenced him the most. It was bad enough that his safe word was ignored, the fact that they did things to him that were not agreed upon... he became afraid.
But his two filming partners didn't notice this. They carried on, enjoying his tears and his whimpers, laughing quietly at what a good whore he was for letting everything happen to him so willingly. It hurt to hear these words, his body resisted the penetration, he tensed more and more, the Sumerian behind him groaned loudly, the new tightness around him brought him the long-awaited release. The penis in his mouth also began to throb and a few seconds later, Wriothesley ended up on his back, one hand in his hair, another choking him and cum filling his mouth, two fingers also came into view, dancing across the bridge of his nose before they took away the air supply through his nose.
"Swallow." Wriothesley had no choice. He was slowly running out of breath. He swallowed everything the blonde man had to give him, cum and a warm liquid that almost made him regurgitate it all.
Disgusting bastard.
The two just laughed. "That was satisfying. You're really hot, you swallow everything that's put in front of you. It's a shame that my bladder is empty now. You'll get more of it next time." With a satisfied grin, the man stood up and stretched. The Sumerian who had been holding his head finally released his tight grip and also got up from the bed. And as the two of them patted each other on the back for the "good work" they had done during the shoot, a tear escaped Wriothesley's eye, his body numb, not even feeling pain anymore. This job was his undoing. And no matter how long he had been thinking about quitting, this was the first time he had been used like this. Against all rules. It was no longer a simple porn shoot. The moment they ignored his safeword and continued, it became rape.
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"Hah, don't make me laugh. You want to quit? As if you could accomplish anything in your life without me."
For Wriothesley, this statement was farther from logic than he had expected. As if he would achieve anything impressive as long as he stayed in the porn industry. Hah, what a bad joke.
"I'm fed up. You treat me like shit, you don't take my needs seriously and on top of that you don't respect my boundaries." It took a lot of self-control for Wriothesley not to burst into tears. The last shoot was a week ago, the video was one of his most successful, the scene in which he said his safe word was simply cut out. As if it never existed. He had been thinking for a few days about defending himself and reporting those responsible. However, deep down he knew that it would only cost him time and effort with no chance of success. Nobody would take him seriously. No one would believe that he, the famous porn star, the stalwart Duke, was raped during a shoot. Unfortunately, that was the bitter truth. Society wouldn't understand that. Nobody outside of this industry could understand how much actors had to suffer for a perfect video.
"What limits? I think you're exaggerating wildly," the producer snorted, Wriothesley clenching his hands into fists. How arrogant this guy was. "Am I worth nothing to you anymore? Do you even think about how I feel?"
His producer puffed out his cheeks, his face red with anger.
"That’s funny, as far as I remember you agreed to put yourself in this role, to be demoted. You love it," he grunted, Wriothesley began to shake with anger.
"I'm not invulnerable though. I still want certain things to be discussed with me. You can't seriously expect me to feel comfortable taking hits that I'm not prepared for. That I don't get a break when I feel overwhelmed." Wriothesley's voice grew quieter towards the end, suppressed anger and disappointment evident in his tone. He didn't expect his producer to laugh out loud.
"You're such a wimp. Are you crying because you're getting hot sex? Get off your high horse again. This is the porn business, accept that it gets uncomfortable from time to time. What matters are the views . People pay a lot of money to see your ass fucked. Your best qualities are keeping your mouth shut and spreading your legs. Nobody wants to hear your complaints, people pay for your good looks and your whorish moans . That's what defines your value to me, the amount of mora I collect because of you."
Wriothesley struggled to keep his fist flying into the other's face. He had known that the porn business had its dark sides. However, he only learned how deep and dark it was now, at the age of 36.
"You know what, fuck you! I'm going to quit and I'm going to prove to you that I don't need you." Wriothesley was sure he could do it. At least he was smart, he would get a job, one where he would be valued.
His producer gave a far too knowing grin.
"You can't quit. You're contractually bound. When you came to us 6 years ago, you sold me your soul, you belong to me."
With a mild smile, Wriothesley replied: "I read everything, sentence by sentence last week. The contract stipulates a 10-year partnership, I'm aware of that. However, you seem to have forgotten something. The clause under section 4.2, one permanent termination may be submitted by the employee if the employer has either breached the contract or suffered physical and/or psychological damage as a result of the work process. You have ignored my safe word, I have every right to rely on this clause and terminate without notice.
Oh the look of his producer. He was fuming. And Wriothesley felt satisfaction.
"Without proof, you can't rely on it," he snapped, but Wriothesley decided not to let that discourage him.
"Oh, that shouldn't be a problem. The original recordings should shed some light on that. I got a copy of it from Gregory because he felt sorry for me. I have it at home, if you give me an hour I'll bring it here and show you the evidence you want to see. I'm happy to get a lawyer. I haven't been idle all week, I've made inquiries and prepared everything."
Wriothesley had absolutely nothing in his hands. But to get what he wanted, he hoped this bluff would be enough. And he actually had his producer on the hook.
"You... fine. Bring me this notice and I'll sign it."
Victory!
"To be honest, I already have it with me."
As if Wriothesley came unprepared. No, he was sure his producer would move heaven and earth to keep him from quitting, so every minute was precious.
Grumbling, he signed the resignation and Wriothesley was from then on a free man. Before he could leave the building, a hand grabbed his wrist.
Wriothesley stared in shock into his ex-employer's brown eyes.
"Just don't expect any mercy when you come crawling back. Believe me, you'll come back. And then you'll really get to know me."
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"We are very sorry, but we have chosen someone else."
That was probably the most common rejection. Some were a little more honest and told him outright that they weren't thrilled with his previous job choice. He could understand it, but it still frustrated him that he didn't get a chance to prove himself. They weren't difficult jobs that he chose. Cleaning jobs, waitressing jobs, even the night shift on the assembly line would be easy money for him. He didn't need any special qualifications for any of this. And yet he was rejected. Because he made porn. Construction companies were desperately looking for new employees, but his application was rejected. Not suitable, he was told. It was frustrating. He was able to live on his savings for a while; he was actually hoping for a trip to Chenyu Vale. But with each waning of Mora, so was his motivation for looking for a job. It couldn't be like this. He needed a job. He couldn't go back. His ego couldn't handle the fact that his former producer would be right. He couldn't go back.
One evening, Wriothesley found himself in a bar, drinking away his frustration with what mora he had left. Tomorrow, as he was told, he would crawl back on his knees. He couldn't continue to stay without a job. Fate had to hate him. After the third whiskey the mood in the bar suddenly changed. Curious, Wriothesley raised his gaze and froze. In the entrance area and the reason for the sudden silence in the bar stood three of the most beautiful people Wriothesley had ever seen in his life. The three radiated calm and self-confidence and walked elegantly towards the bar. Where had he seen this long white hair before? Their eyes met. Beautiful purple eyes, reptilian pupils, delicate facial features.
Wait a moment.
Dragon-like scales adorned the white-haired man's slender neck. That was... there was only one who had those characteristics.
The sovereign.
A porn actor with dragon blood in his veins. A rare species and yet so well known. Dragons were largely extinct these days; the few that were still alive were found mainly in strip clubs, dungeons and the porn industry. Wriothesley wasn't sure why the dragons only worked in such menial jobs, but there certainly weren't positive reasons for it.
A friendly smile that didn't reach the eyes appeared on the dragon's face. Wriothesley was too stunned to react. The moment that felt like a spell was quickly over as the drinks were poured and the white-haired man made his way to his two companions. Wriothesley had heard a lot about dragons making porn. It was one of the porn trends of the last few years. Most dragons had two cocks, which served the double penetration kink that already enjoyed many fans. However, so far there have only been a few mortals who could compete with it. It was the hottest shit. A simple man let himself be fucked by two dragon cocks, if the views were to be believed, these were the most clicked videos on the porn websites. Wriothesley secretly had a thing for dragons. He's always been a fan of big dicks and two of them sounded heavenly to his ears.
He shook his head energetically. He couldn't think about something like that. He was trying to get out of the industry, not deeper into it.
Secretly, though, he wondered what it would feel like. Surrendering to the mercy of a dragon, being tossed around, being fucked until you pass out, and finally being pumped full of cum from two monstrous cocks. How much came out of that? Was it warm? Did it taste different than human sperm? So many questions. He glanced over his shoulder at the three men in the corner, wondering if the other two were dragons too. From a distance they appeared just as sublime and elegant as the sovereign. Sighing softly, Wriothesley went back to his whiskey. Somehow a strangely oppressive feeling came over him. Were dragons even allowed to drink alcohol? Somehow he had a bad feeling. It didn't help that the three men were very quiet and stiff, it didn't look like they were having fun. More like they would be caught doing something bad and forbidden at any moment. Wriothesley flagged down the bartender and paid. Then he made his way home. He took one last look at the sovereign, whose purple eyes snapped to him. He seemed curious. A slight nod, then he turned his attention back to his two companions.
Wriothesley left the bar confused.
The next morning came too quickly and Wriothesley cursed his life once again. Time to crawl.
On the way to the studio his cell phone rang, which was pretty strange. There were only two people who had this number. One was Ajax, one of his co-stars, the two did three shoots together before Ajax changed studios. Unlike Wriothesley, he was on fire when it came to the job. Ajax loved a challenge, which is probably why he moved from studio to studio, always looking for the "biggest".
The other person was his agent. A man who had brought a lot of people like Wriothesley into the industry. People with financial problems.
After a quick look at the display, it was clear that his agent was calling.
That couldn't mean anything good.
"Hello?"
"Wriothesley, my friend, how are you today?"
The person addressed raised an eyebrow in question.
They certainly weren't friends.
"What do you want?"
"You can't be fooled. I actually have an offer for you. I heard you left MeropideProductions."
Wriothesley was surprised. He didn't expect word to get around to his agent.
"Listen, I want to get out of the business. There's no need to make me another offer."
Hopefully that would be enough to put a damper on his agent.
But, as always, he was pretty pushy. Which wasn't very surprising, after all, that's how he made his money.
"I have a contract in front of me. The studio DrakeXXX wants to hire you, they have seen some of your videos and think you would be perfect to work with one of their actors."
Wriothesley thought he had misheard. DrakeXXX!!! The studio that produced the dragon porn. Long white hair immediately came to mind. "I don't think I...," he was about to refuse, but his agent interrupted him, "they want to put you together with a certain Neuvillette. Maybe you've heard of him before. He's supposed to be very popular ."
The name was entirely unknown to Wriothesley, but it pleased his ears. Sounded damn elegant.
"I'll email you the contract, read it and let me know tomorrow."
Then he ended the conversation and just a few minutes later the email reached him.
Admitting defeat, Wriothesley went to the nearest cafe. It looked like it was going to rain at any moment, so he decided to at least scan the email over a hot cup of black tea. He had nothing to lose anyway.
The contract itself was simple. Wriothesley sipped the steaming liquid, his eyes darting over the lines. It was a one year contract. 12 months and he was guaranteed at least 30 days vacation. Payment was monthly, he received commission for successful shoots and of course there were bonus payments for every video clicked. From a financial perspective, it was a great contract. 12 months was also an acceptable time. Now to the other conditions.
At least two shoots per month - acceptable.
He had to be tested for various sexual diseases every three months. Under no circumstances was he allowed to have sex without a condom, outside of the studio, mind you. If he was in perfect health, no contraception was used during filming. When the dragons were in the phase of their rut, contraception was mandatory.
This condition caused Wriothesley to pause.
He hadn't thought that humans could also be impregnated. Quite an interesting fact.
Personal relationships with the dragons were strictly forbidden.
The film material was only allowed to remain within the studio; it was forbidden to take it with you or make copies.
The human actor had to take a shower before and after each shoot.
The human actor must expect injuries and minor sprains, bites and scratches, minor burns and sores in the intimate area. Fainting and exhaustion were also another calculable risk.
Dragons were very dominant and greedy creatures, the human performer should be aware of this before signing the contract. Perhaps dragons can view you as possession and act accordingly.
Quite an interesting list of conditions.
It was a little scary, the possession thing.
Wriothesley skipped the list of soft and hard limits, after all he had no intention of signing.
Wriothesley loved sex. He was just a man with needs. And he liked giving up control, just letting go. One of the reasons why he stayed in the porn business for 14 years.
He urgently needed a plausible reason not to sign this offer. Even though it sounded fantastic.
The last page listed the dragons who worked for DrakeXXX, including passport photos.
Wriothesley recognized the first of them immediately. He was one of the three men in the bar last night.
Morax. Wriothesley remembered a video from two years ago that featured this Morax. A very attractive man, just like the others listed. His eyes stopped when they saw white hair. Beautiful purple eyes, a stoic look into the camera. Wriothesley read the name - Neuvillette. The sovereign.
The man he was shamelessly ogling yesterday.
What a man.
Wait...didn't his agent mention that they wanted to set him up with Neuvillette?
They want to pair him with this beauty?
…
Where did he have to sign again?