WARNING: sex (duh). Although this is about porn stars, this is quite a serious fic, but it will have lots of fluff!

I was chained to a bed. There was a spotlight on me in my completely naked state, the darkness all around concealing the camera crew. Despite the sounds of shuffling and footsteps in the background, it felt as if my partner and I were completely alone.

A man was sitting on my chest- his name was Sam. He was buff and his muscles were sculpted and proportionate, but that was where the niceties stopped in my opinion. His dick was larger than his brain and what brain he had left was basically made up of perfidious insolence. In other words, Sam had a real mean streak. And he was about to put his dick in my mouth.

He pulled his erection free of his boxers and moved his hips further towards me so the red, rock-hard erection was smearing pre-cum over my lips. I had no choice but to open my mouth and suck in the head. "You like that, little slut?" he asked in his bedroom voice. "Of course you do, greedy cock-sucker."

He pulled out of my mouth. "More, give me more," I said needily, even though meanwhile I was struggling to keep my erection up.

"Oh you will get more," he guaranteed as he moved his knees so they were either side of my head, his leaking cock right in front of my face. I couldn't move to either touch it or lean away, the cuffs on my wrists and ankles digging into me painfully. He ran his sticky hands through my long, sweaty hair and brought my face up to his dick. I opened my mouth and he entered me, the tangy taste of pre-cum spilling over my tongue. As the head touched the back of my throat, he pushed my head back down and shifted his ass so that he was practically sitting on my face. He put his hands on the metal bed-posts for leverage and began humping my face, hard but slow, as if he wanted to draw the pain out.

I suppressed a gag, which I was really proud of, and moaned through the gags that I could feel coming from my throat to cover them up. "Yes, yyyeess," he moaned. "Take my dick on, you needy whore. Good boy," he praised. "Make your daddy happy and use that tongue- oh fuck! yes. That's it..."

He humped faster, moaning and cursing, talking dirty for the camera's sake. As he reached his climax, he pulled out of my mouth, wanking himself to milk out the cum that he sprayed over my face, into my open mouth and near my eyes. Thank God it didn't go into my eyes. That stings like a bitch. "You like that, huh? You like it when I cum over your face? You like being daddy's whore?"

"Fuck yeah," I replied, hoping I didn't sound too sarcastic.

"You want me to take care of your little problem, here?" he said, looking hungrily at my dick.

I bucked at the air, causing the chains to rattle. "Please," I begged. "Please, make me cum! I've been a good boy, make me cum." I winced inwardly at my own words.

"Gladly," he replied, grinning.

He took my cock in both hands and rubbed the leaking cum up and down my shaft. "Uh, oh God," I groaned, lifting my hips from the bed to try and create more friction. He pumped slowly at first, twisting my dick and playing with my tight, swollen balls, kneading them with his fingers. I screamed and groaned as he poked the slit in the top of my penis, pushing his finger in slightly, before returning to pumping me fast. He clearly wanted to get the job done quickly.

"Ooh, God, I'm cumming!" I screamed and whimpered as my balls tightened and semen was released from my dick. I kept my eyes wide open, knowing that the camera would want to see my famous blue eyes. I came all over my stomach and semen was now both all over my face and my torso

I moaned and panted until, finally, a voice yelled "CUT!" and the lights came on all around, revealing flustered men and women busy-ing themselves with the cameras and the props. The men all had boners tented in their trousers and many were palming themselves through the fabric.

Sam left the set quickly to go to the changing rooms, probably to wank off the new boner he now had. "Good job Creighton!" a voice called from the crew. Of course I didn't give the porn industry my real name. The director walked up to me, a beam on his face. I was still chained to the bed and I managed to blush despite the show I had just given. "That was really great, Ryder. I'm gonna give you the rest of the week off."

I smiled at that. I hated my job more than anything in the world, even though I was apparently good at it. I was only doing it so that I could pay for my apartment that me and my best friend Jace shared. He didn't know about my job. He assumed that I could pay because of my rich family. Of course, they kicked me out because I'm gay, but they didn't leave me any money. I didn't tell Jace that I was just as broke as him because I was afraid that if I couldn't pay, he'd have no use for me and go live with someone else. There was no way in hell I'd be able to live alone. I wouldn't give him a reason to abandon me.

So I ended up entering the porn industry. They took me in immediately, loving my blush and my innocence. My job earned me enough money to pay for the apartment and pay for Jace's college fees, because he was the one with the future, not me. He was grateful, but not as grateful as he would be if he knew what I was doing. Our maybe he wouldn't be grateful at all, and he'd be disgusted. He knew I was gay, but porn was a step too far. His gratitude would have to be enough for now.

"I'm going to talk to your manager in a bit," the director continued as a women came on stage to unlock my cuffs and gave me a dressing gown. I immediately wrapped the red gown around me and rubbed my sore wrists and ankles. "I want you on the next level in this industry. You won't be like the super famous stars, but you'll be close. I want you to work with them."

Crap, I didn't want to work with anyone famous. Hell, I didn't know anyone famous and I couldn't have Jace or my family finding out. I really couldn't. Working with someone famous would put me closer to the spotlight.

"R-really?" I stammered. "I don't think I could-"

"Think nothing of it Ryder, you'll be amazing," he promised. "Anyway, it's a done deal. I showed another manager a bit of your work and this new one will definitely seal the deal. I'll have your agent send you the details." He patted me on the shoulder, looking proud. "Great job, Creighton."

I tried to look happy, and that fake expression completely dropped off my face as I entered the changing room, replaced with a glum, stormy one. None of the men said anything as I made my way through the lockers. I was one of the youngest there, at eighteen years old. I joined when I was seventeen, but I looked old enough. The first time I came off a set, tears were in my eyes and the younger men jeered at me, the older men hit on me, and I cried when I walked back to my apartment.

Now, not one of the twenty men in the changing room said anything to me, I guess because of the respectable reputation I had built for myself and the angry expression on my face.

Given I looked angry, I was actually quite relieved to have the week off. The past six months since I joined the industry consisted of roughly four days a week of working from eight in the morning till ten at night. I'd have a packed schedule with constant sex throughout the day with five minute breaks between scenes to get my erection back up and have my hair and make-up done. I'd have two half hour breaks, one in the morning and one in the evening, and an hour-long lunch break.

Work didn't stop at four days a week though. The other three days I spent working out to keep my body in shape. The agents and directors were very picky about weight and looks so I could lose my job in just a couple of weeks if I let my fitness slip.

I surprised myself by sticking with the job, even though it provided good money. It was extremely tiring, leaving me with an extremely sore dick and painful butt-hole and the need to shower five times to scrape away the stench of sex that always seemed to linger around me. My work had also put me off dating, not just because nobody wants a porn star, but because I simply wasn't interested. Not even in the hot ones. I almost thought that I want gay anymore and that my parents had won, but boobs weren't interesting either.

My slight disinterest in sex was also a problem as I needed to have a boner pretty much all day. I made up for this by watching other guys doing scenes during my breaks, which was useful because the directors and my agents always thought I was learning and paying attention.

I changed into a pair of dark jeans, a black t-shirt and trainers before I began the journey home through the nine-o'clock darkness. I walked through the streets of New York with my hands stuffed into the pouch of my hoodie, counting and re-counting the cash in my pocket. On average, I earned about $600 for every scene, but recently I've been paid more for the longer scenes and ones for films. Now, I had a nifty $950 in my pocket. I guess the money sort of cheered me up.

I ended each working day with tears in my eyes, and this day was no different. I sniffed and fought back the stinging behind my eyes as I made my way up the stairs to my apartment. I entered my three-room home to find Jace asleep on the couch, boxes of Tai food scattered over the furniture and the floor. Apart from the mess he had created, the rest of our living space was extremely neat. Jace was always willing to spring-clean. Every. Fucking. Day. He should be doing his homework or essays or something.

Jace was studying academic music at college and he took piano lessons. He also had many hobbies involving different types of fighting and combat. I was so proud of him.

I picked up the rubbish and chucked it in the bin before returning to Jace to rearrange his feet and head gently so that he wouldn't wake up with neck-cramps. He had college tomorrow, after all. He was the one with the future. Not me.

I disappeared into my room and undressed completely, before grabbing my towel and getting into the shower in the bathroom Jace and I shared. I had many different soaps and hygiene products that smell nice. Jace said that it was because I was gay, but I knew better. Disgusted and hating myself more than the day before, I attempted to scrape away my shame, and failed, only making my usually pale skin red and blotchy.

I fell asleep with the memories and ghosts of hundreds of nameless people touching me all at once, but I wouldn't stop. I was doing this for Jace. Not me.

Thoughts? Should I continue? Please please leave constructive criticism, what you liked/didn't like, but not too many flames!

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