Friday. March 1st.
I took the first of March off to go to Lansing, Michigan. The agency sat in the downtown district near the frozen water. It took me a moment to find Angels of Erotica Modeling, their office was surrounded by others on the third floor of an advance building. Once I entered the office, I took a deep breath.
"Can I help you?" The receptionist ask from behind the desk. A shirtless alpha in black and white dangles above her. We're the only ones in the spacious room.
"Um, I'm Vehren Voegeli, a new model. I spoke with Andrea Will."
The receptionist checks her computer and nods. "Okay, Vehren. Her office is down the hall to the right, number nine. She's in there now."
"Thank you." I go down the hall, finding room nine and knocking under her name tag.
"Come in." Andrea says. I open the door, eyes landing on a big black woman with an orange afro. She stands up and walks around her desk to shake my hand. "It's finally nice to meet you, Vehren."
"Thank you for speaking with me."
"Come, have a seat." She points to the leather chair in front of her desk. I sit down as she does. "Before I could do booking or even speak with producers about you, we have to go over the contract I talked about."
"Right." I nod.
Andrea pulls out a stack of papers. "This is an exclusive contract. What that means is you will be an Angel of Erotica model and cannot sign to any other agency. Of course, this is big because you will rely on us for work." She smiles. "But trust me, I'll find you work."
"I read online that I should watch out for percentage commission?"
Andrea inhales. "We take fifteen percent of your pay. It's our way of being paid. I suggest you read it over before you sign."
"Why? Are there some things I should know about?" I pick up the stack of papers.
"It's always best to read contracts before you sign them. You should know what you're getting into. This is porn after all, and I'll be going on a limb for you since you're new. But" she shrugs, "Silas says you're good, I trust him. I've also seen your portfolio and I like you. I'm sure producers will too."
I look over the contract, skimming through the sentences quickly. "You'll guarantee me gigs?"
"I can. I personally know a lot of producers in Detroit and Los Angeles. Mark Fernando runs Black Bishounen out of Detroit, I plan on reaching out to him first. You'll have to go out of state eventually, particularly California."
"That's okay with me. I'll just have to take time off work."
Andrea tilts her head. "If this goes well, you won't have to serve."
I smile. "I believe you." I skim through the rest of the contract and sign the very bottom. "All done." I drop the pen.
Andrea looks over the paperwork. "Welcome to Angels of Erotica, Vehren." She shakes my hand. "What's going to be your name?"
My smile grows. "Mars Aphoenix. I thought about it for a while."
"What does it mean?"
"'A new male rising'. I'd like to be the epitome of male beauty, and I'll rise like a phoenix."
"I like it. It's catchy. You'll definitely get some fans."
"That's the plan."
Friday. March 15th.
The day of the shoot came quicker than I anticipated. I got up early since production started at noon. For the first time, I used an enema to flush out my system. I used it a few times to make sure I'm clean. Then, I took a shower and shaved everywhere I could reach. The internet told me to drink lots of water, so I bought a liter-sized water bottle and started chugging it. Kendryck stayed asleep while I left for Detroit.
The set was at Mark's house. It's a duplex off Grand Avenue next to a few abandoned houses. They were spaced apart. leaving big yards between them. I park my PT Cruiser in front of the brick Colonial and try not to slip on ice. Upstairs is furnished with sleep colors and expensive decorations. In the living room, I sat on the couch in front of two men, each with a camera. One stands in front of me with a handheld and a smile over his face. The other holds a professional camera and doesn't speak to me very much.
"What's your name?" Mark Fernando records me with the handheld. We already went over what's going to happen, it was time for action.
"My name is Mars Aphoenix." I smile brightly. My eyes are probably glazed from the joint I hit before coming inside. Honestly, it was like I appeared here, unsure of the moments leading up to the camera rolling. I wore a black and blue hat with the word 'BAD' spelled across in white, a black tank top with a pair of lips with blue jeans, and white sneakers.
"Beautiful name, Mars." Mark is a good-looking man. He's in his thirties, a white beta male with a shadow and square face that matched his lean body. Not only is he the director, but he's acting in the scene. "Are you from Detroit?"
"Pontiac."
"Pretty city." Mark lifts his chin. "Tell me about yourself."
"Well, I like to play music occasionally on my piano. I listen to rock music mostly and I love horror movies."
"Tell us more."
"Well," I squeeze my hands between my thighs, "I use to play football. I was running back for the longest. My mom was a musician before she passed… um…" I didn't mean to say that, but I don't show my anxiety. "I'm a server right now. Just focused on work at the moment."
"Sorry to hear about your mom. What was your favorite part of football?"
"I loved winning, honestly."
"What made you quit?"
I stare at Mark. "Um… I just lost interest."
"That's a shame. Did you win trophies?"
"I did."
"Nice. Well, Mars, you're here. What made you want to get into porn?"
"Sex is really fun."
"Even if it's work?"
I nod. "I like to work. Why not to both at the same time?"
"Do you think porn will be easy?"
"Maybe not easy, but not hard."
Mark bobs his head. "How often do you watch porn?" The cameraman gets another angle of me.
"Often. I'd say twice a day. More if I'm in heat."
"Are you in heat?" Mark lowers his head.
I wiggle in my spot. "No, but I'm still horny."
"I think I'm getting a good idea on why you're here. Why don't you stand up and take off your shirt." His words echo in my head. I'm really doing porn, it's actually happening. I stand up, slowly take off my shirt, and put my hat back on sideways. "How tall are you, Mars?"
"Five, nine." I drop the shirt on the black leather couch.
"Close to six like me." He examines my body with the camera. "What size shirt do you wear?"
"I wear a medium." I rest my hand on my hips.
He hums, licking his lips. "And how much do you weigh?"
"One sixty-five."
"Average weight." His hand flicks my nipple. "Not bad of a body either. Lemme see your biceps. I bet you go to the gym."
I flex the muscles of my right arm. "I go three times a week."
"Nice. I see you shave too. No tattoos yet?"
"Not yet. I haven't decided on what I wanted to get."
"Understandable. Why don't you take off your pants?" Mark watches me remove my blue jeans. "Keep your sneakers on." I drop the jeans on the couch and slide each foot back into my shoes. I wore tight underwear, balls hanging in the fabric. "Alright. Beautiful. I've seen your portfolio, so you're not shy about being in front of the camera."
"Nope." I smile at the camera. "I feel free."
"Has anyone ever told you that you look like Jared Leto?"
I chuckle out loud. "No, no one has ever told me that."
Mark grins. "You do. Very attractive." He steps closer to me, angling the camera behind me. "Why do you like bottoming in the first place?"
I look into the other camera. "Because it feels amazing. I've got a nice butt from football, that's my bonus."
"Is that where your ass came from?" Mark drags his hands down my arms and abdomen. "Let me see." He stands before me as I remove my underwear. The other cameraman gets a good angle too of my flaccid penis. I turn around and bounce my cheeks gently. "Yeah, you got some sweet meat."
I look back. "It can take a pounding."
Mark stares at my dick. "Pretty cock."
"Thank you."
"Get on the couch." Mark leans down and plants his lips on my hole. His tongue flicks the wrinkles, dipping inside and going down my taint. He breathes hard while back there, smacking my ass in the process. I bite my lower lip, looking over to see the cameraman focused on my face. I smile for the camera, resting my head on my arms.
Mark sticks a single finger in, wiggling it around and flicking my prostate. I pop my ass out and bite my arm. "That's good." I moan.
"Yeah, baby?" Mark stands up. "Suck my cock." He pulls down his pants, dick standing straight up. It's a solid, eight inches, shaved, and cut. I turn around to get on the ground. I handle Mark's dick, amazed by the size.
"Wow." I measure it against my arm. "Woah." I exhale a chuckle. "Big."
"Will you be okay, baby?"
"More than okay." I give him a steep look before wrapping my lips around the tip. Mark's dick filled my mouth, reaching to the back of my throat. I don't gag, my reflexes have always been bad. I gulp down his shaft, using my hands to jerk him off. My speed is fast, saliva shines his dick and drips down to his balls. I can taste the salty pre-cum, it's so erotic.
My jaw starts to ache. I pull away, continuing to jerk him off. I stuff my nose underneath in order to lick his balls. I breathe hard while doing so, deeply excited by the action. "You're really good, Mars." Mark gasps, gripping the back of my head. "Keep sucking."
I go back down on his shaft, eyes rolling back. Mark grabs a chunk of my hair and forces me back and forth. By now, I was starting to actually gag, and tears fell down my cheeks. My eyes are cherry red, but I wasn't sad. My cock danced between my legs, leaking pre-cum itself. I don't dare to touch myself, opting to edge until Mark is inside me.
Mark yanks my head away, groaning as he grips the base of his cock. I stare into the tip, mouth wide open and dripping saliva. Mark releases my head, brushing the strains. "Yeah, you're a good one." He smirks deviously. "You want that ass fucked, baby?"
I nod, giving him a desperate look. "Fuck me, please."
Mark helps me back onto the couch. He holds my legs by the ankle and stares at me. The cameraman comes around, zooming in on my exposed groin. Mark doesn't say anything, just planting the tip of his penis onto my hole. My toes curl once he enters. His cock pops through the ring and slides deep inside. After a few slow strokes, he increases his speed. Over and over he enters and exits my hole. I'm enlightened by his cock, biting my lower lip and moaning. My body is being rocked by his force. He grunts every time he thrusts. For a second, we remained in that position with my legs behind my head. My cock was ready to explode.
"I'm cumming, baby." Mark said digging his nails into my thighs. Somehow, he fucks me harder, punching me with his hips. Deep, he pushes inside me, making sure his cock reaches the end.
"Oh God!" I gasp, cradling my legs. "That's so good." My eyes roll back.
"Here it comes." He exhales and slows down. "Yeah, baby."
"Fuck." The buzz of the orgasm paralyzes my body. My jaw drops, I'm frozen from the pleasure. When I open my eyes, I see my foot shaking in the air. "Fuck that was good."
"It felt good, baby. You've got a great hole."
"Thank you. You've got a fat cock." I lick my lips.
He slides out and strokes himself. "I can go all day."
I smile. "So can I."