SEVEN HITS! Get Your Ass Ready! (11 page)

“What does that mean, to be good at the job?”

Mark slid his jeans off, showing his black boxers with the skull and crossbones printed all over them, his little tribute to the Pirate Island logo.

“To not be…just standing there. To not just be thinking about moving your dick, but about your moving your hips, using your abs, using your hands, your voice, getting your whole body into it. That’s why I love your videos, they’re not just…fucking
undershots of dick in ass, dick out of ass, dick in ass, on and on and on.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“It could fucking be any dick, any ass, the same shaved dick and shaved ass over and over. I want to see the guy’s body, his face, I want to see what’s happening everywhere. Dick in dick out, dick in dick out…boring.”

“Good point.”

Tyler pulled his shirt off, proud of his hard bod.

“You’re pretty well built,” Mark noted.

“Yeah, everyone thinks I must be a top, because I’m built.”

“Maybe Nick thought you were a top, too. That’s why he never hit on you, either.”

Tyler laughed. “I never thought of that!” He pulled his boxers off to reveal his dick, hard and ready.

“Most guys are soft at this point.”

“Sorry about that, yeah, I get hard pretty easy. That’s good, right, for videos?”

“Definitely. Show the camera your ass.”

Tyler turned around and bent over the wooden chair, spreading his legs to make his ass the point of a perfect triangle. He knew it was a good one, knew it would make guys hard when they saw it on camera. The thought made him even harder than he already was.

“Okay, nice. Now I want you to go into the next room, and lay down on the bed there.”

Tyler’s blood pressure spiked. Holy shit, was he going to be in a movie right now? He stroked himself as he nodded his consent and lifted what he realized was a blackout curtain. It was a large room with nothing but a bed, a nightstand, and lighting and video equipment, wires trailing around the floor. This was the set of a real Pirate Island movie!

He could tell that there was a cameraman back there, with a large handheld, but the lights were so bright he couldn’t see what he looked like. He knew, though, from glimpses in various scenes, that at Pirate Island the cameramen were as hot as the stars, and sometimes served double duty.

Mark was behind him, too, but Tyler would have to have looked into the lights to try and see him. “We’ve seen you with someone you knew, someone you desired. We want to see how you’ll do in bed with someone you don’t know. Are you ready for that?”

“Hell yeah!” Tyler said, throwing himself face down on the bed.

Mark laughed. Tyler still couldn’t see his face, as the bright lights were still making him hard to see. “No, face the foot of the bed.” Tyler flung himself eagerly around, facing the camera, the lights, the doorway. He couldn’t wait to see who it would be.

Then he heard the rough, gravelly voice. “Who you got today for me, boss?”

Holy shit, it was Mitch Bradford!

Tyler looked up, about to tell the stud he was his biggest fan, but even as he opened his mouth, Mitch’s cock was in it, his pants already open and his dick half hard. Mitch was an expert face fucker, and knew from long experience with his massive cock how to open a bottom’s throat.

Even half hard, it was still big and firm enough to push past his tonsils and start stretching Tyler’s cavity. It was like an inflatable dildo that Mitch pumped up larger and larger. Tyler felt himself gagging as he got red and hot from holding his breath, but even as he tried to breathe Mitch put his big rough hand on Tyler’s nose, plugging it shut.

Then just as he thought he’d faint, Mitch pulled his cock out. “Yeah, good boy.” He pulled Tyler up, lifting him like a sack of potatoes as if to kiss him, but just as Tyler opened his mouth eagerly, Mitch spit in his face and slapped him hard.

“Fucking little bitch, you think you’re ready for this? You think you’re ready to be in a fucking Pirate Island movie?”

“Yeah! Hell yeah!” Tyler shouted, and Mitch only laughed at him. He thrust Tyler back down on his face and jammed his cock back in. Now it was like trying to take a full beer can down his throat. He bent over Tyler and shoved two fingers into his
unlubricated ass, causing him to buck and heave with the shock.

It fucking hurt! Mitch’s fingers were like concrete bricks going up his ass. You could tell just from his hands how much of his life had been spent doing manual labor before he’d found a job better suited to his talents.

“Open that ass,” Mitch commanded, impatient and pissed.

Tyler tried to relax into the invading fingers. “You want that cock up there, don’t you? You better get that hole open for it or it’s gonna rip the shit out of you.”

Tyler pushed his ass up, feeling every scar and callous on those fingers as Mitch plied him open. Mitch dangled his cock in Tyler’s face and made him lunge for it, backing away just
as Tyler got a taste of the tip, laughing at him, slapping him when he got too far off the edge of the bed.

“Just think of a fucking dozen just like me, you better be fucking ready for your first gang bang. Shit, if you can’t take me how you gonna take all of them?”

Tyler shivered, rock hard at the idea of the whole Pirate Island stable having their way with him, right here. Mitch kept throat-fucking him, hammering his head with his cock, pushing his limits.

He pulled out and put both hands around Tyler’s neck as if to strangle him, and the look of raging lust on his face at the thought scared Tyler even as it excited him. Then with both hands squeezing, Mitch stuffed his cock back down, simultaneously forcing his throat open with his cock and closing it with his hands, making the tightest hole he could get.

“Yeah,” Mitch nodded. “I think he passes this test. Time to flip this bitch.” He took a bottle of lube off the bedside table and threw it on Tyler’s back. “Show the camera how much you wanna get fucked.”

Tyler grabbed the lube and turned around, facing the wall now, his ass to the camera. He squeezed the lube straight onto his ass crack, sliding his fingers in deep, so soft and easy to take after Mitch’s weathered laborer’s tools. He had to make sure there was plenty of slippery stuff up there to ease the friction.

Then Mitch was behind him, his hands on his shoulders to hold him still, and with one stroke he gouged a new hole in Tyler’s flesh… That’s what it felt like. There had been no hesitation, no tentative exploration, no way, man, Mitch just forced his whole piece straight in there.

It was like someone put an electric wire up Tyler’s ass, the pain was so great. “Ahhh!” he shouted, but his cries of agony only encouraged Mitch, who pulled out just for the satisfaction of ramming his orifice again. In a split second, there was nothing inside him, and a split second later, it was all past his sphincter and knocking hard on his prostate, again and again.

Then Mitch flipped him on his back with what felt like a swipe of his hand, he was so strong, so in charge. He punched Tyler’s ass with his cock again and again, bracing his hands on Tyler’s chest and pinching his nipples between his hard fingers till two more hot wires of pain and pleasure shot to Tyler’s brain. “Oh shit,” Tyler whispered.

Then Mitch laid his arm across Tyler’s throat, cutting off his blood flow again, increasing the intensity of everything going on down below his waist. Mitch was so cruel, so rough, he got off on this more than Tyler had ever seen him getting off with anyone in a Pirate Island movie ever. Everything he did to Tyler, every new thing that Tyler took, and loved, was fuel for Mitch’s fire.

It was like an overload, and though Tyler didn’t know it, couldn’t know it, his face was perfect for porn because every sensation was on it, all the shock and wonder and agony and joy and pure endorphin surging fuck-pleasure, there for the camera to show the audience, there for them to look at and think, fucking goddammit why isn’t that me!

Then Mitch pulled out, stroking harder and faster, getting closer and closer, as Tyler held on to his own legs for dear life, waiting eagerly for the next moment, waiting for the next hammer, only this time as Mitch hissed sharply and rammed it back in, the pipe wide open now, spouting Mitch’s cum deep into his guts.

“Fucking take it!” Mitch shouted, as if Tyler needed to be commanded. Mitch slapped him hard, again and again as he came, the brutality only making him cum more, faster, deeper. Every sting, every shock triggered more endorphins, more insanely intense pleasure in Tyler.
He’d never been taken like this, never been so harshly and thoroughly worked over, and he was fucking loving every second of it, begging, pleading silently for the fucking to never end.

Finally Mitch pulled out and jumped on top of him, ramming his greasy dripping cock into Tyler’s head. There was still more slick salty cum pumping out of it as he skullfucked Tyler, his head imprisoned between Mitch’s
pistoning body and the bed, as Mitch got hard again.

Tyler was completely open now, broken, nothing but a hole. He gasped for breath each time Mitch let him, expertly pulling out just enough, just long enough, for Tyler to come up for air, then back in, back down it went. Mitch’s cock was so sensitive it was only the work of a minute before he came again, straight down Tyler’s throat into his stomach, so that Tyler didn’t even taste it until Mitch pulled out.

Mitch made him suck it clean. Then, without a word, he jumped off the bed, hitched up his pants and nodded to Mark, who all this time had been standing behind the bright lights, arms folded. Then Mitch was gone.

Tyler looked up at the camera and grinned. “How’d I do?”

“What do you think,” Mark asked the cameraman. “Is he ready for a Pirate Island gangbang?”

The lights went off and the cameraman said, “Only if I can be first,” lowering the camera, so Tyler could see him for the first time.

“Nick!” Tyler said. “What are you…”

Nick put the camera down, but Tyler could see the red light still blinking. He unbuttoned his shorts and headed straight for Tyler’s face.

“I sent in the tape, just in case you got scared to do it.” Nick grinned, his dick in his hand and already half hard. “Guess I passed my audition, too.”

The invitation had been in an envelope with no return address – just a skull and crossbones in the top left corner. It was Tyler’s ticket to the private release party for the latest Pirate Island video. One week after his successful audition, he was already “on the list.”

He double checked himself in the mirror before leaving the house. Tight faded jeans, check. Black boots, check. Pirate Island Video t-shirt with the trademark skull and crossbones, check.

He’d thought about jacking off before going out. The last thing he wanted was to be so excited by the hot guys all around him that he started drooling. Taking the edge off might be just the thing…but then Tyler thought,
fuck it. If I can’t drool on hot guys at a release party for a porn video, where the hell can I?

The party was at Dark Bar, just South of Market, which was closed for the private party. The guy at the door checked his name off the list, and he was waved in towards the insistent beat of PiL’s “This is Not a Love Song.”

The bar was packed. Even in the dim lighting, Tyler could see familiar faces – familiar because he’d jacked off watching their videos, as they brutally nailed their willing, hungry bottoms.

A couple of them looked at him and then away, then did a double take and looked back and nodded. Tyler nodded back, his smile getting bigger all the time. They must have seen his audition tape, or even the second scene, not yet released to the public, that he’d already done with Mitch Bradford.

He saw Mitch across the room, picked out by a little spotlight. His head was down and he was concentrating on something. Tyler saw his head moving to the beat of the music and thought he was dancing, but then realized no…Mitch was fucking someone right here in the bar, matching his strokes to the pounding beat.

His mouth suddenly dry with excitement, Tyler squeezed his way to the bar and ordered a beer. When he went to pay for it but the bartender waved his money away, leaning over and yelling, “Compliments of Mark tonight!” Tyler nodded and dropped two bucks as a tip, getting a wink from the bartender and the assurance that he’d get served later when cheaper bastards were left waiting.

Mark Blackbeard was the mysterious and reclusive owner of Pirate Island Video. He wouldn’t be here tonight, of course, but Tyler knew someone would be filming the party for him to watch later – especially what was going on in the back of the bar.

Tyler pushed through the crowd, willingly exchanging a hand on his cock or his ass for another inch of forward movement. He just had to see Mitch Bradford, ruthless top man, and what he was doing back there. The crowd around Mitch wasn’t in the mood to give up their ringside seat, but Tyler was tall enough to see over most of them and check out the action.

There was a bench that ran down the wall of Dark Bar, and braced against it was Mitch’s latest victim. His head was bent down, his hands against the wall to try and shock-absorb some of the impact as Mitch hammered his smooth, ripe ass with his massive cock. His cries of pain were drowned out by the music, and thanks to Mitch’s rhythm, the thump of his head knocking against the wall was mixed in with the beat. He had a black jockstrap on, and Mitch had pulled and twisted its straps up and around his hands like a pair of reins on a horse, keeping him from getting too far off Mitch’s dick. The look of concentrated anger on Mitch’s face as he worked gave Tyler a boner, thinking of his own hot session with him at Pirate Island’s studios.

Mitch suddenly noticed Tyler’s intense stare, and turned to see who was burning holes in him. He recognized Tyler and fixed his eyes on him even as he pounded the crap out of the anonymous bitch in his hands. Tyler stared back, hypnotized by the hot glint in Mitch’s eyes that said,
I’m fucking him but I’m thinking about fucking you next.
Almost unconsciously, Tyler put both hands on his ass.