"Don't take what Joel said too seriously. Nines isn't a bad guy, really! He's just...whimsical." Gavin snorted softly as Tina led him along the hall and up to the second floor, where the more important actors had their own suites between shoots. It turned out fifteen bedrooms was more like twenty or thirty on the inside. The place was huge! Luckily, Nines' room wasn't too far from the stairs. "I'm sure you'll get along just fine." It sounded more like she was trying to convince herself of that as she paused outside the door. Gavin couldn't help the swell of nerves as they waited. If all went well, he'd be sucking this guy off for the foreseeable future, something he'd never imagined in a million years! Ninety-five thousand dollars, though...He was interrupted by Tina's elbow on his arm. "Ready?"
"As I'll ever be..." The nerves were clear in his voice as she gave him an encouraging smile and rapped on the door. The voice that bid them enter was smooth and deep, like silk. It was a voice that could purr compliments and filth or bark orders in equal measure, perfect for the porn industry. Puffing her cheeks with a final encouraging nod, Tina pushed the door open and stepped inside with a bright smile.
"Nines! We got you a new Fluffer. Meet Gavin." Gavin stepped forward, giving an awkward nod as he stood with his hands in his pockets and looked around the room. They were certainly generous in their treatment of Nines. He had a huge, king sized bed with tall posts and fresh white curtains. The marble floor was only interrupted by the large cream rug beneath the bed, and another in the living area, where a chaise longue sat with a coffee table. There were also French doors a little way from the bed that led out to a modest balcony overlooking the rear gardens and pool. His brother certainly spared no expense when it came to his cast.
"I see...and Joel?" His voice sounded grim as he asked, as if he already knew the answer. Cool blue eyes drifted over Gavin's body, something wary in his gaze. Or perhaps it was disappointment. Gavin had seen Joel on the way out. He knew he didn't come close in the looks department. He wasn't ugly by any stretch, but he was worn and rugged, and a little older. By the looks of it, he was a few years older than Nines too, though that could be wear and tear. The life of a detective was hard and stressful.
"Gone." Nines' lips thinned at the somewhat curt response as he lowered his newspaper. "I'll leave you boys to...get acquainted. You should have about an hour while we figure things out downstairs," Tina added as she slowly backed off towards the door, giving Gavin a small fist pump of encouragement as she backed out. Gavin looked after her worriedly, suddenly not so sure about all this. His mouth went dry as he turned back to the bed, where Nines hadn't moved from his place lounging against the pillows in a black towelling robe.
"So, Gavin...where did you work before?" Nines asked with a hint of disinterest as he folded his newspaper and set it aside. Gavin ran an awkward hand through his fluffed brunette locks, hesitant to step any closer. It was clear why Nines was the star just from looking at his face. He was probably the most handsome man Gavin had ever seen in person. His skin was pale and freckled, with a smattering of dark beauty spots. He had delicate cheekbones and slim cheeks, with dimples when he smiled. A single dark curl escaped his neatly brushed hair to dangle over his left eye. His eyes were the most dazzling part of all. Big, silvery blues gazed at him, eyes that could be both sharp and warm. Right now, they were cool and judgemental as Nines assessed him.
"The DPD...I was a homicide detective." Nines' brows shot up in surprise. He'd never heard of anything so absurd. Going from a respected officer of the law to a lowly Fluffer? It seemed impossible, and yet, here he stood. "I was discharged due to injury." That at least explained why he'd left the force, but surely there were other jobs he could do.
"So, you decided to work in the porn industry?" It seemed unlikely.
"Not exactly...My brother owns the company and offered me a job. I have to say, I didn't expect it to be quite so...hands on." Nines' lips curled at that, especially as Gavin cracked his first genuine smile. He looked good when he grinned, especially with those sharp, lower incisors. There was a certain devil-may-care attitude in his swagger, despite how nervous he seemed to be. He wasn't Joel, by any stretch of the imagination, but perhaps he would do for the time being. It wasn't like he had a lot of choice that day, at least.
"And what experience do you have?" Nines raised an eyebrow as Gavin gave a sheepish grin, looking uncertain as he fingered through his hair again. He had nice arms, good, strong biceps. His chest also showed some promise beneath his tight green T-shirt. Perhaps Joel wasn't such a loss after all.
"Honestly? I didn't even know what a Fluffer was until they gave me the job." Nines blinked in astonishment. They'd really given him a complete blank slate? He had no experience at all? Indignation swelled in his chest at the news. Not at Gavin. This wasn't his fault, but how dare Alfred offer such an insult!
"I trust you at least have some experience in sucking cock though?" His chest sank at Gavin's almost owlish look.
"Actually, no...I'm straight." Nines all but fell back at the news. They'd sent him a straight man? They wanted a straight man to get on his knees and blow him for ten hours a day? And Gavin had gone along with it? He'd certainly be having words with Alfred later. Beckoning Gavin closer, he sat up and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Perhaps he'd be surprised. Gavin frowned a little as he stepped closer and stood before him, looking down with an almost curious air as he waited for Nines to continue. Nines gestured to his lower half as he opened his thighs and leaned back on one arm.
"Well? You're my Fluffer...get to work." Nines smirked at the shocked indignation that crossed Gavin's face, followed by a paling of his skin and uncertain stammering. This would be a lot more fun than he'd first thought. Seeing how uncomfortable Gavin was, Nines pulled the tie of his robe and threw it open. Gavin almost balked at the sight of Nines' perfect freckled flesh. His pecs were firm and rounded, his abs flat and defined, his thighs were strong and toned, and then there was his limp cock. It barely looked more than a handful as he sat there waiting for attention. Is that it? He could suck that, no problem! It probably wouldn't even fill his cheeks.
Despite his cockiness, he was tentative as he slowly dropped to his knees and shuffled closer. It felt weird, kneeling between a man's thighs. He didn't even know what he was supposed to do. I guess women like it when I do this...He laid his hands on Nines' thighs, instantly struck by how soft and hairless they were. His whole body was pretty hairless besides the neat, short curls around his cock. It seemed he kept everything waxed and trimmed, which was probably a necessity, being on camera all the time. He worked his hands gently, massaging above his knees and slowly stroking higher. The limp dick gave a weak twitch of interest as he stroked and teased, taking his time as he got to know this unfamiliar territory.
"I won't be ready in time if you don't get started." Nines was impatient, though apparently interested enough to sit up and watch. "Put that pretty mouth to work, Detective." Gavin scoffed at the purred order, something almost electric prickling his skin at the confident smirk Nines was giving him. This phcking-He plucked the sad-looking cock with tentative fingers and leaned closer, darting his tongue out to prod the loose skin at the tip. There was an almost familiar musky scent down there, and the taste of skin felt surprisingly normal on his tongue. "Really? You expect to get me off like this?" Nines clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes as Gavin looked up like a kicked kitten.
"Give me a phcking break! I've never done this before!"
"You've masturbated, I take it. Grip it in your hand and stop treating it like some sort of worm!" Gavin winced at the telling off. Nines was right. He was pinching it with his fingertips like it was something gross, but in his defence, it was never his idea to put a cock in his mouth. Think of the money, think of the money. That became his new mantra as he fisted his hand instead, looking at Nines to make sure his grip wasn't too tight. Doing it to himself was one thing but doing it to someone else was unchartered territory. "Well? What are you waiting for? Move your hand." Gavin did as he was told, gripping Nines' thigh with one hand and pumping his fist with the other.
It was so fucking weird; he couldn't get over it. As he squeezed his hand, the flaccid dick twitched and got firmer, growing a little with the up and down pumps. Gavin wasn't sure where to look as he worked. It seemed weird and creepy to stare at Nines the whole time, and outlandish to look at the limp flesh in his hand, so he settled for the far wall instead. It probably wasn't Nines' choice of decor. The painting on the far wall was an enormous vase of flowers. Dark, faded colours like you might find in grandma's house, or a pretentious gallery. Something muted that just sat unoffensively in the background. I wonder if they ever shoot in this room...
"You really are pathetic! Don't you even know how to pump a cock?" Gavin's chest heated as he glared up at Nines, who stared back impatiently. The worst part was that Gavin felt his own cock twitch at the tone of Nines' voice and the heat in his eyes. "If you want to keep this job, you'd better be prepared to work for it." Any retort died on Gavin's lips. Nines was right. He was being paid a stupid amount of money, so it stood to reason he'd have to be stupidly good. Phck, cut me some slack! It's my first day! Nines seemed to garner something of his thoughts as he sighed and reached down, closing his large hand over Gavin's. His skin was soft, far different from his own calloused palms from years of handling firearms. "Here, like this."
Nines let out the smallest of sounds as he encouraged Gavin to tighten his grip. Gavin did as he was told, only stopping as Nines sighed and shuddered, silvery eyes closing as his head fell back. Now he had the grip right, it was time to sort out his godawful technique. He led Gavin's hand, slowly guiding him up and down, but also adding a slight twist. Gavin settled a little further forward on his knees as he looked at their joined hands. Nines' hand was larger than his, and paler. It was strong, too. Maybe even strong enough to pin him down. Gavin balked at the thought.
"You need to vary your grip and speed...Treat it like your own if that helps." That didn't help. He got himself off, sure, but it wasn't like he had some ultimate technique. He just knocked one out every now and then. If he was pent up, he usually just went out and found a girl for the night. They weren't exactly in short supply, especially once they found out he was a detective. "Your skin is a little rough..." It was also dry, rubbing and chafing in a way that was almost unpleasant. Such a rough touch wasn't what he was used to. "There, on the bedside." Gavin pushed to his feet and walked over as directed to find a large tube of lube.
"How much do I need?" he asked cluelessly as he looked over his shoulder, huffing as he noticed the direction of Nines' gaze. He let the question hang as he waited for Nines to notice, though it seemed he was too busy feasting on his ass at the moment. Nines finally seemed to know he was rumbled as Gavin huffed and chuckled under his breath.
"Just enough to slick things up. Don't you use lotion at home?" Nines continued to eye him up as he returned to his place between his thighs. Despite the wear and tear, Gavin really was quite a catch as far as bodies went. He was stocky but built, with fluffed hair and rugged features. His plush chest almost stretched his T-shirt, and that tightness continued over his firm abs. His jeans made it hard to tell how strong his legs were, but even they couldn't hide the roundness of his ass when he turned around. It was criminal that he was straight. A true loss.
"No, I don't really do this that often." Gavin squeezed a little of the clear gel on his hands and rubbed it in before returning to grip the half hard cock. It was a little longer now, maybe five inches. Still easy enough to swallow down.
"I can tell." Green eyes sharpened at the jibe as he fisted his hand, enjoying the sound that fled Nines' lips at the rough handling. With his hand slicked, the glide was much easier. The silky outer skin moved with his hand, sliding over the growing, hard muscle within. It was weird, almost bumpy like a real bone, and he swore he could feel a pulsing, almost rushing sensation within the throbbing flesh as it grew. The growing was the most startling part. What had looked like a handful before was rapidly growing into an almost unreal monster of a cock. They looked big on video, sure, but he'd never imagined they were actually that big in person. He'd thought it was all camera angles or editing. "Like what you see?"
"Pfft! As if!" Gavin snorted with an almost flabbergasted look. Why on earth would he enjoy the sight of an engorged cock? Especially one he had to put in his mouth! He was even more stunned as Nines let out a silken chuckle and gently caressed his chin.
"Don't be like that. You might enjoy it." Gavin knocked the hand away with a small scowl. Of course, he wasn't going to enjoy it! Who'd enjoy putting a cock in their mouth? Especially one that big! "Go ahead and get started." Nines was curious to see what he'd do. He'd probably have to give him instructions. It was sort of inevitable with how inexperienced he was. Despite the poor job he was doing, there was something endearing about his willingness to try. Is he that desperate for the money? What else would he do for money?
Alright, it's just a cock...A huge, phcking monster cock, but still a cock. Gavin was hesitant as he lavished a few more strokes before leaning lower. Nines shivered as he felt Gavin's warm breath ghost across the tip, small pearls beading at the slit just waiting to be tasted. With a final lick of his lips, Gavin moved to lather the slit. The taste wasn't so bad. The cock itself just tasted like skin and lube, but the weeping tip was sort of salty. It wasn't the worst thing he'd ever tasted, but he wasn't going wild over it, even if he did go back for seconds. He hummed softly as a large hand landed on his head, looking up with lidded eyes as he trailed a series of small licks up and down the massive shaft, almost like he was licking up the lube. It did literally nothing for Nines, though he couldn't deny the sight of Gavin lavishing him with little kitten licks was cute.
"Do you know what you're doing?" Nines asked, feeling terribly amused as Gavin paused with his tongue on his cock, cheeks dusted pink. Of course, he didn't know. He'd never sucked a dick before. Nines sighed softly, chuckling as he stroked Gavin's hair. "It's not a lollipop, Gavin. You need to put it in your mouth." That sounded simple enough. With a last lick from root to tip that made Nines shiver, Gavin opened his mouth and shoved in as much as he could comfortably fit. Giving him a chance, Nines removed the hand from his head and watched him uselessly bob up and down, stuffing the tip against his cheek like a hamster. Nines almost slapped a hand over his face as he resigned himself to the fact Gavin was the most useless Fluffer he'd ever had. "That's not how it works! You can't just shove it in and out like that! You need to suck!"
Gavin took those words a little too literally as he scowled. Nines would have laughed at the sight of him trying to look intimidating with his mouth full of cock if not for the discomfort that followed. He was doing it all wrong, sucking too hard while going up and down. His teeth were also a problem, catching on his sensitive foreskin as he tried to keep his mouth open. It wasn't as easy as it looked, and his jaw was already sore. This really wouldn't do at all, for either of them. Nines rested a hand on his head and pushed him off with a sigh, wondering if this was really going to work. He wasn't a fan of putting people out of a job, but Gavin was absolutely useless.
"If you can't please me with your mouth, I'll make use of your other hole." Gavin balked at the curt warning. "Are you taking this seriously?" That hit a nerve. Gavin wiped his lips and pushed to his feet indignantly, resting his hands on his hips. Nines remained leaning back, not intimidated in the least as he enjoyed the sight of Gavin's pecs pressing through his tight shirt.
"Of course, I'm taking it seriously! You think I want your cock in my mouth?" Nines' eyes dropped wordlessly to Gavin's crotch, where a telling bulge had formed. "Oh, phck off! It's a bodily reaction, it means jack shit!" If you say so...Gavin huffed and looked at the far wall, clearly stung by his curt words. Maybe this wasn't the best job in the world, but he was going to try. He had to try if he wanted to keep it. Nines let out another sigh as he waved between his legs once more, solid cock swaying mournfully for Gavin's return.
"Let's start with the head." Gavin returned to his place, inwardly wincing at the stiffness in his knees as he gripped the shaft once more, slowly stroking as Nines instructed him. "The licking is nice, but it needs more than that. You need to suck and kiss it, work the glans beneath, tongue the slit, and watch the teeth." Green eyes fluttered shut as he listened to Nines speak. His voice was nice. Soothing. It almost made him feel sleepy as he poked out his tongue and licked his way around the flushed head. He slipped his tongue beneath, flicking the glans before prodding and kissing the weeping slit. He didn't even notice the small moan that fled his lips as the salty taste flooded his mouth. Long fingers teased his scalp, gently guiding him closer.
Opening his mouth, Gavin took in the tip and suckled it gently. Nines moaned as he sucked and licked, gently reminding him to keep moving the hand on his cock. Gavin did as asked, slowly pumping up and down as he lavished attention on the tip. It was good. Very good for a second attempt. It seemed Gavin was a quick learner. Nines hissed as Gavin's teeth gently scraped his glans before his tongue moved in. Gavin Reed was a very quick learner indeed.
"Good, Gavin." The gentle praise sent prickles down Gavin's spine, and he sucked harder in thanks. "Now try taking in a little more...Let it slide in and out...Suck on the outward motion and try not to choke on the inward." Gavin vaguely blinked his hazy eyes open to listen before trying it. He only took in about three inches to start with, and even that was more than he could handle. Nines chuckled softly at the choking sounds coming from Gavin's throat. "We can work on opening that throat of yours later. For now, just get into the motion." Gavin almost whined at the suggestion, pulling off with a surprised gasp as a bare foot pressed against his clothed cock.
"H-hey! What are you-ugh!" His hand tightened on Nines' cock as the foot pressed harder.
"Consider it motivation." Gavin whined softly, unsure what to do as the foot gently teased back and forth. Was this normal? Was this part of the job, too? "Back to work, Gavin." Nines chuckled as he tugged Gavin's hair, leading his eager mouth back to his weeping cock. Gavin couldn't help widening his thighs as the foot settled in place, pressing and grinding. This had to be the weirdest thing he'd ever done for money. Hell, this is the weirdest thing I've ever done, period! He was probably the envy of every woman and gay man in Detroit right now.
His lips latched on to the cock again, jaw open wide to accommodate the girth. There was no way for him to measure, but it had to be at least nine inches long. That probably explains the name Nines...His jaw was aching already, and he was barely taking three inches. A pained whine escaped as he bobbed, gripping and twisting his wrist to keep the cock hard. Nines murmured a gentle encouragement as he pulled him closer, adding another inch to Gavin's already full throat. Coughs and splutters erupted as the tip rammed his gag reflex, almost making him puke on the spot. His mouth flooded with saliva as he covered his mouth, wiping away the dampness before returning with fresh gusto.
Nines' blue eyes softened as he watched Gavin return to the fray, bravely fighting down those four inches like a starved man as he squirmed against the foot on his crotch. He choked each time he swallowed, often pulling off to reset himself. It was somewhat endearing to have a man try so hard to take his cock. A straight man, no less. He really must need the money. It may have been the worst blowjob he'd ever received, but it had done the job well enough to have him ready by the time Tina yelled from the hall. Nines and Gavin both flinched at the sound. Gavin because he'd completely lost himself in a hazy, dreamlike state, and Nines because Gavin reacted so strongly.
"W-what should I do while you're gone?" Gavin asked as Nines pulled his robe into place and got to his feet.
"You're coming with me...You need to keep me hard between takes, remember?" Gavin balked at the reminder, and what that meant. Wait, you mean I'm going to have to suck his cock in front of everybody? The thought killed his boner instantly, which was probably for the best as Nines smirked and led the way to the door. "Come, Gavin." He hated that way that voice sent prickles across the back of his neck.
