Dirk and Dave have their first show together. Jake is looking out for Dave and playing a sort of brotherly role, but as stated in the previous chapter, he's sort of a whore. In the next chapter expect some Gamzee and Karkat development and maybe smut if I'm feeling generous. May have triggers for drug use and abuse (?) (Mainly because Gamzee gets rough when he's a bit 'sober' and at the point where the drugs are just entering his system.) Also, expect Dave as a Pizza delivery boy.

Please pardon any misspellings or my silly mistakes. My grandmother is rushing me because it's time for me to hit the sac. As always, thank you so much for reading. Feel free to leave a review or comment and share!


"So, basically," Dirk explained, "we go easy on new guys for their first night. You don't have to worry about what I'll be doing because I'll guide you." He pulled him into the room they would be using to film. There was a large monitor planted on the wall and it was connected to multiple cameras around the room. Dirk pointed them out.

"On the site, we'll be shown at different angles. That's why we have so many cameras. The only time we should have actual camera men in the room with us is if we're doing photo shoots or making an actual movie and not doing a live show."

He pulled out a drawer from the bedside table. It was filled with various toys. Dave tried not to seem flustered when he realized this, but Dirk saw right threw him. He picked up a purple vibrator and turned it on. The tip of it begin to swirl. "We'll use this tonight. Gamzee said you've never done this before so it should be the perfect size t-"

"He told you!?" he sputtered.

"Sort of."

'Sort of.' Whatever that meant.

"Let's get a few things straight first." Dirk said, seriousness taking over his expression. "We do a lot of role-play and BDSM and bondage here. 'Stop' doesn't always mean ''stop''. We use the red light system. You say 'Green' when you want more, want it faster or deeper, 'Yellow' when you need me to be more gentle, and 'Red' when you need me to stop for a moment. Got it?"

"Yeah." Dave mumbled, quieter than he intended.

"Like I said before, don't worry about it. The only thing going up your ass tonight is this." he said, shaking the vibrator at him.

Dad walked in and reminded them that the show started in 15 minutes. They went to their separate dressing rooms. Dave washed his face and tried to keep his heart from pounding out of his chest. There was a knock on the door. He looked towards it and let out a shaking breath.

"Come in."

Jake walked in and patted his shoulder. "You look nervous, Strider."

Dave nodded his head. "I'm freaking out, man."

Jake pulled out a little blue pill from his pocket. "Take this, you'll relax."

Dave didn't ask questions; that's how nervous he was. He took his word and put the pill on his tongue, taking a sip of water and swallowing it. It left a nasty, bitter taste in his mouth. He grimaced.

"Don't forget to breathe. He knows what he's doing, there shouldn't be any problems. Just... don't choke."

The last two words echoed in his mind, even after Jake left the room. Dad came back to let him know it was time and Dave got up, shaking at the knees, and met Dirk in their room. He was already interacting with the viewers. He greeted him and pulled him closer, showing him off to the camera like a trophy. He checked the microphone and fixed the settings before he introduced Dave to the 3,694 viewers watching as "The new Strider." They went through the questions about their last name and then Dave began to feel giggly and relaxed, even as Dirk gripped his hips and popped the waistband of his boxers. It must have been the effects of what ever Jake had given him.

He felt Dirks lips on his neck. They traveled up, below his ear, and the down, to his collar bone. He sat in his lap and reached back to wrap his arms around his neck. Dirks hands slid under his shirt and up his sides. He had never realized how nice skin felt against skin. The corners of his mouth turned up as he gave into the drug and let Dirk take full control. The older man slid his shirt over his head and threw it onto the floor. His fingers slid over his nipples, which stiffened as the cold air met his skin. He gasped as Dirk nipped the skin on his neck.

Dirk picked him up and sat on the bed, letting Dave slide between his legs. He leaned in and took his face in his hands, kissing his soft lips. He unzipped his pants and freed his cock. There was a panicked voice in the back of his head where the rest of "himself" lingered. He admired his length – it's thickness and the bulging vein that ran up the side. The head of it was decorated with a silver ring. His mind drifted to what Jake had said earlier. "Don't choke."

Oh.

The tip of his dick brushed across his lips, beckoning them to open and let him in.

"D-Dirk..." he whimpered, taking his cock in his hand.

Dirk smiled down at him with a sort of slick look in his eye. "Open your mouth, baby."

Dave obeyed, hesitantly. He let his jaw relax and fall open, sticking out his tongue. Dirk took his face in his hands and lowered him down onto his cock. Dave gagged around him and he stopped so he could gather himself. His hands went to his hips as he struggled to breathe for a brief moment. Dirk pulled him off suddenly and Dave went into a coughing frenzy. As soon as he recovered, Dirk went in again, filling his throat with his length. He took a hand from the back of his neck and brushed his cheek reassuringly. He pulled out of his mouth again and pulled him up into the bed. He tore off his pants and his boxers and left him on all fours in front of the cameras. He blushed madly, trying to hide his embarrassment. Dirk crawled in behind him and spread his cheeks, running a single digit across the tight hole.

Dave jumped at the slight touch. He could hear the bigger man chuckle. He gave the boys ass a hard smack. He gasped and looked back at him. He put one of his knees between his legs and used one arm to push his face into the mattress.

"Keep your ass up." he demanded.

He spanked his cheek and Dave yelped out. "This is what you sighed up for, baby." He gave him another hard smack before he leaned in and trailed kisses down his spine. "You can take it." He whispered in his ear. "This is me being gentle. You'll be a complete slut by the time you're on my level. You'll crave me. You'll be calling me every night to have me satisfy you because no one else can."

He slapped his pale skin once more before he released him leaned down to his ass. His tongue trailed around the tight ring of muscle. Dave voiced his surprise.

"Dirk!" he gasped, pulling away.

He reached up and grabbed Dave by the hair causing him to squirm. "Do I need to punish you? Are you going to behave yourself? Do you need another spanking?"

"No..." Dave whispered.

" Good boy." He grabbed his jaw and kissed him roughly.

Dave's heart was throbbing rapidly and Dirk could feel it. It shook his body. He slid his fingers into the tight hole and carefully began to stretch him out. Dave moaned and reached backwards towards Dirk. His hand met his.

"Does it hurt?" He asked "Or do you want more?"

Dave answered only with a moan. Dirk shoved his fingers in deeper and finally found the little knot inside of him that was guaranteed to push him into ecstasy. He pressed against it and Dave lost control. Dirk smiled and pulled his fingers out. He turned him over, reached for the lube and covered the vibrator in the slick liquid. He poured some on his entrance before he eased it inside of him, turning it on. Dave's back arched as he cried out. Dirk pushed it all the way in him and then pulled him up. Dave wrapped his arms around him.

"If you want it to hit your sweet spot then you have to move your hips." He kissed him and took his cock into his hand, stroking it gently. Dave grinded his hips against him

" Good boy, Strider. Show me what a good slut you're gonna be. Tell me how much you want me."

"I'll be a good whore! I'll be your little slut! Oh God! I-I need you. Please, Dirk..." Dave spread little kisses across his face, following the trail that his freckles led. He made his way to his lips. He moaned into the kiss, his eyes growing wide. Dirk could feel him heat up in his arms. He cried out and melted into him as he squirted cum across his chest. He let Dave fall back onto the bed, his body shaking from his orgasm. Dirk straddled his chest, and finished himself off.

"Open," he grunted with a vociferous tone. He waited patiently before he came on his face. It surprised him and he gasped quietly. Dirk ran his finger through the cream and slipped it into Dave's open mouth. The bitter-sweet taste dominated his sense of taste. Dave sat up to surprise him and brought him into a kiss, covering his lips in his own cum. Dirk returned the small affection, his fingers slipping into his hair and pulling him closer.

They could hear the cheers of the other boys who had been watching outside on the hall monitors. The show was over. Dirk pulled the vibrator from his ass and laid on top of the exhausted boy.

"Good job, Striders." Dad said, as he walked in applauding. He pulled out a wipe and wiped the cum from his face. Dave sat up. Dirk stood and stretched, walking out of the room like it was nothing.

Dave didn't know what to do. He sat on the bed for a moment while Dad explained a few after procedure things to him.

"Go with Jake, and he'll examine you and make sure you're alright and then you can go home. You have another shoot with Dirk two weeks from now, but feel free to stop by if you have questions or need advice or anything else."

Dave nodded drowsily and Jake brought him a towel and led him back into the dressing room. Dave didn't speak. In fact, he was still feeling the side effects of the drug and and the sleepy, blurry after math of the orgasm.

"So why'd you choose Strider?" Jake asked as he carefully looked him over, poking and prodding at his body.

"I want something new, you know." He answered, shrugging it off.

"Incest? Way to shoot high!" Jake laughed, obviously being sarcastic.

Dave cringed. "Fuck, no! Don't call it that! We're not related by blood! Our DNA is completely different! It's our parents fault. It was one of those Vegas things, you know? Run off and get married, wake up in bed with a stranger one day, get divorced and start over."

"Are you two very close?"

"No. Not a bit. He picked on me a lot, that's about it. He's sort of a bully."

Jake smirked and nodded in agreement. "Then why him, man? Everyone wants to know why. Today was a courtesy. If you think you're tired tonight, wait until two weeks from now. Wait until a year from how. Hell, just 6-months from now. You'll be exhausted."

The emphasis he put on the word worried him deeply. He wasn't sure why he chose Dirk, now that he thought about it. Maybe it was something he had said. It could have been his sweet, but bossy play on words or the way he promised him that he would get something out of it. Maybe Dave was into that. He shrugged and Jake leaned in close to him.

"Most of his subs quit. Don't say we didn't warn you when you get hurt. He's not the most caring person. It's hard to get anything out of him. He'll fuck you, drain you, and leave you there."

Dave could hardly comprehend what he was saying anymore. His eyes where half lidded with a deep slumber fighting for control. He took in all the words but they didn't sink in or make much sense at the moment.

"You sound like you know him well."

"I Dated him. Once."

Dave snorted. "Really?"

"Yeah, it was uhh... it was a thing. Do you need a ride home? It's no problem. You look way too tired to drive or take a bus or something."

" Nah, man. It's fine. I can just-"

"No, dude, you look pretty fried. Get dressed. I'll get my keys."

Dave eased into his pants (his ass was sore from the spankings – and having the vibrator inside of him), slid his shirt on and met him in the hall. They rode the elevator down to the garage and Dave programed the GPS in his phone to his apartment. He slowly drifted off to sleep in Jake's car, with the hum of the car as a sort of lullaby.

Meanwhile, Dirk was settling into his dorm. He shed his clothes and climbed into bed, logging into the company site and replaying their little performance. He watched themselves carefully and fell asleep to the sounds of their moans.


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