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His heart was beating rapidly, thumping out of his chest, as he struggled against the restraints. All Ian saw was black and all he could hear was that rhythmic whirling mechanical sound, coupled with intermittent low throaty moans. He tried to move but his body was strapped down at all four corners, so he did all he could and turned his head to the side, immediately releasing a breathy groan.
Then he heard more, a husky sounding dark chuckle. His body was already vibrating and twitching but now the machine grew louder and moved faster, in and out, sending a new wave of pleasure surging through his body. Ian was helpless and unable to do anything but lie there and take it. The tell-tale sound of a slick hand moving quickly now invaded his ears, a skilled hand gliding over a hard cock as its owner watched Ian intently. The image his hazy brain managed to conjure up caused his mouth to release another groan, this one louder and harsher than before.
“Yeah, you like that, huh tough guy”
Ian was about to respond when his mouth was suddenly filled with Mickey’s throbbing cock, the tip leaking, tasting both sweet and salty as he lapped at it greedily. Soon he was relaxing his jaw and breathing heavily through his nose as Mickey thrust in and out, almost in time with the machine. He moaned around Mickey as his legs started to shake and his stomach pooled with warmth. Like always, Mickey was so in tune to his body that he pulled back and promptly switched off the machine.
Ian whimpered at the loss, something the old Ian would laugh about, how he could be such a needy bottom bitch at times now. But it was true, he had grown to love having his ass played with and fucked, at least by guys who knew what they were doing and for all his (many) faults, Mickey knew exactly how to turn him into a whiney little bottom. Likely because the guy was such a pure bottom, a bossy power bottom for sure but he knew what he liked and he knew what felt good.
Immediately he felt his legs being untied and then pressed up against strong shoulders, carefully held in place by equally strong hands. Ian shivered with anticipation as he felt that warm wet tip rubbing up and down along his crack and tapping against his fluttering hole. Mickey was already breathing heavily and gasped a little as he slowly pushed his way inside. Ian pulled against the restraints again, instinctively, and groaned deeply as Mickey buried himself to the hilt.
“Look at you, moaning like a little bitch for my cock,” Mickey grunted his words, as he fucked him hard and fast, already nailing his sweet spot perfectly.
“Oh fuck, yeah, love it, feels so good”.
He was already starting to unravel and from what he could hear Mickey was too, when they heard the director’s voice call out for a hold. This was porn after all, not normal sex, they weren’t two boyfriends having a wild time on a Saturday night in the privacy of their own home. They were at this shit for several hours already. Ian was thirsty and tired but mostly, fucking starving, having not eaten since the night before. He felt Mickey slip out and then he was standing next to him, pulling up his blindfold and checking his wrists.
“They feel ok?”
Ian nodded, “Yeah they’re fine”.
Mickey kindly offered him a drink with a straw, lifting his head up a little. Depending on what the director wanted to check they might have to get up completely or even take a break but it sounded like they were just changing film or fixing lighting or something. They were nearing the end of the scene, thankfully, and had been forced to stop numerous times already over the course of the day.
That’s the thing about porn, its acting, it’s a film and like all film it has to be edited and could involve multiple takes and lighting changes and make up or even special effects. Yes, even in the porn industry they have to fake shit sometimes, use fake jizz for example, while other times guys would lose their hard on and have to resort to pills to get it up again. It was one of the things he appreciated about working with Mickey though, the guy never needed pills or fake jizz, he could get hard anytime he wanted and was able to come multiple times in a day.
Ian was the same in that respect, he loved sex. Even though this wasn’t real and he had to act a certain way it all still felt amazing, so he never had trouble getting turned on or even staying turned on. In the lead up to a shoot he would make sure to build up the tank and had a strict no jerking off policy. He had also trained his body well and had incredible stamina, so he could stave off his orgasm when needed. Considering how well he and Mickey worked together, he was pretty confident that the guy had similar self-imposed regimes.
“Ok guys, sorry about that, all good to go again,” the director, Roger, called out and Mickey’s hands were on his legs again, just like before.
Mickey’s cock felt a little softer now but it soon hardened, as it was rubbed along his hole and slid up and down his slick crack. Ian felt a firm hand press down on his stomach and a light kiss on his ankle. Mickey was holding his legs apart now and pounded him furiously, his harsh pants and low grunts filling Ian’s ears beautifully.
“Oh fuck m…me, “Ian almost slipped and called him Mickey for a second, his brain starting to turn to mush as waves of pleasure swept over him, “Yeah Alex, right there, fuck me, please”.
Mickey pulled out and Ian could see again, his blindfold removed and then he was released and flipped onto his stomach. He felt a sharp sting on his left cheek closely followed by his right, as Mickey spanked him before pulling him onto all fours. Ian groaned as he was filled up again and was dragged back expertly against Mickey’s hips, over and over.
“Yeah Clay, take it, just like that, like the little bottom bitch you are”.
Ian’s head lowered to the bed and he pushed back, milking Mickey, their bodies slapping loudly and aggressively against each other. Mickey was angling his hips and changing up his movements in order to hit different spots inside him. It was also to make it look more interesting on camera of course. He tilted his head and caught Mickey’s eyes, letting him know subtly that he was nearing that point.
Mickey flipped him again and crashed his lips against his as he re-entered him immediately. Ian wrapped his legs around Mickey who was gripping Ian’s throat tightly, but not too tightly, as he went to town for the big finish. Ian tapped him lightly on the thigh and squeezed himself around Mickey’s cock, earning him a loud groan in return. He flashed Ian a look of warning, one expressive dark eyebrow raised in a question, wondering why the fuck Ian was trying to pull his orgasm out of him early.
Ian smirked a little but received a gentle slap to his jaw which Mickey then grabbed roughly before kissing him hard, biting his bottom lip on the pull back. While the short films had scripts and direction, with basic lines, the actors were usually allowed (and encouraged) to improvise and do what came naturally in the middle of the scene. The production company wanted to distribute authentic looking movies, so it ensured they matched the performers as best they could and trusted them to make the sex look as realistic as possible.
It made the long gruelling days more fun at least, in that he and Mickey (or whoever else he might be filming with on occasion) could mess around and simply feel out the scene in the moment. Because he and Mickey had been working together for nearly a year they were completely clued in to what their boundaries were. They knew what each other’s hard limits were and always discussed the scene thoroughly in advance.
Before Ian got into porn he had been a gold star top and he was always the dom too. But now he was open to anything, kind of had to be in this industry but for the most part he enjoyed it all and there were only a handful of things that were off limits. Those acts that were on the menu however, included Mickey slapping him around a bit, getting rough with him and even degrading him. Like now, as Mickey spat in his mouth and then on his chest before slapping his hands down hard and tweaking his nipples.
“Think you’re still in control huh,” Mickey whispered, a line that was improvised and caught Ian’s attention, “Couldn’t be more wrong tough guy”.
Mickey pounded him hard and fast, a couple more times, before pulling out and ordering him to his knees.
“Better suck it good boy,” he grunted as he shoved his cock roughly into Ian’s mouth and down his throat, causing his own dick to twitch.
Mickey’s tattooed fingers gripped his red curls as he pushed his head down, until Ian spluttered and his eyes started to water. He knew that Mickey was close by how his breathing had changed, how he was practically panting now. Ian’s own cock was begging for something, anything, having been ignored almost the entire time. He was desperate for a release now and knew that he could come untouched. It wasn’t something he could do regularly but with practice he could, especially in these types of scenes where he was effectively being edged for hours.
They had to pause again to reposition and get the camera ready for the money shot. Mickey reapplied lube while Ian took another sip of water and wiped his sweaty and messy face. A moment later and Ian was face down, flattened against the mattress as Mickey lay on top of him, thrusting in and out. The weight bearing down on him felt incredible and Ian almost couldn’t breathe, but in the best possible way.
“You’re gonna come just from my cock, gonna show me how good you are for me”.
Ian rubbed himself against the bed, relishing the friction, as Mickey grabbed at his fleshy cheeks and pulled them apart, clearly watching his cock sliding in and out. He picked up the pace even further, and leaned down to kiss Ian’s neck before biting him gently. Just before they both reached that precipice together, Ian’s hands were pulled back and Mickey held them tightly against his back as he urged him to come.
“Show me what you got for me Clay; show me how much you love my cock in your tight ass”.
His arms were released and Mickey pressed down against him now, his hot mouth kissing his neck and his hand reaching around to the front to grip Ian’s throat. He was lifted a little, just his head, which arched his back but Ian could still get friction on his cock. Mickeys other hand found his nipples and pinched them and teased them as he slammed into him with brutal force.
“Oh fuck, gonna come,” he gasped as he couldn’t hold back now.
“Yeah that’s it, come on my cock you needy slut,” Mickey moaned, as he started to pulse inside Ian, likely due to the feeling of his muscles tightening around him.
Mickey quickly pulled out so the camera could zoom in and watch his cock erupting before he shoved it back inside Ian, causing him to shudder and moan with the over stimulation. A camera zoomed in on Ian’s face and he did his best to smile and open his eyes, while pouting a little. Mickey slapped his ass once more before spreading his cheeks apart, so they could capture the mess he had just made and Ian used his muscles to push whatever he could back out for affect.
“Fuck yeah, look at that wrecked hole,” Mickey breathed, another improvised line, before he rubbed his finger through the oozing cum and then pushed it back inside Ian again.
It wasn’t his favourite part of his job, the aftermath where he was poked and prodded at like an exhibition but that’s what some of their viewers liked, watching a bottom being used and degraded, literally treated like a hole. He just had to remind himself that it was a job, one that paid well and it wasn’t like Ian bottomed all the time, for the most part when he did bottom it was for a flip fuck.
The last shot was of Mickey pulling Ian up onto his knees and making him clean up his cock with his mouth before they kissed once more, a little messily and aggressively, in keeping with the tone of the scene.
“Ok guys, that’s a wrap. Good job everybody, looks great”.
And just like that, Ian was off the bed, slipping into a robe and heading for the shower room. The strange thing was, despite engaging in the most intimate of acts with the guy, Mickey was still mostly a mystery. Now Alex was another story, Ian knew his body inside out, knew all his tells, what he liked, what he didn’t like. He could almost communicate telepathically with that guy. But the man behind the character, Ian had never been to his place, never hung out with the guy outside of work, never shared a beer or a personal story. He knew he was from Chicago, just like Ian, but other than that he was still a riddle that Ian was yet to solve.
They showered separately, and in silence, like usual.
“You, uh, got any plans for the weekend," he tried, knowing he’d probably only get a couple of mumbled words out of the guy.
Mickey shrugged as he pulled on his clothes, “Not really, same shit as usual”.
Ian sighed a little, well he tired.
“What kind of shit?” he ventured.
Mickey paused and caught Ian’s eye, “the kind of shit that’s none of your business Red. We’ve been over this, not here to make friends, just wana fuck and get paid to fuck, that’s it”.
Ian held his hands up, “Jesus fine, fuck me for wanting to know a little more about the guy who was just balls deep in my ass for the past 8 hours”.
“9 hours”.
“Whatever, who gives a fuck Mickey,” he replied, his voice tinged with irrational anger now, “It’s fucking weird alright, I know nothing about you outside of this job”
“Exactly Ian and that’s how it’s gotta stay alright. Just keeps thing easier and trust me, you ain’t missing out on much”.
“Fine, whatever Mickey. I won’t fucking speak to you again, unless it’s during a scene”.
Ian knew his voice sounded a little huffy and maybe even a little bit pathetic. It wasn’t like he really gave a shit about the guy either way but he hated not getting his own way and having someone effectively reject him. It wasn’t something he was used it. He was friendly with all the guys who worked there and they even hung out sometimes. Presumably his ego was dented and that was why he kept trying to win Mickey over but it was finally sinking in now and so, he was done trying.
Mickey smirked a little, as he picked up his belongings, “You should really eat something Red, you sound like a whiney bitch when you’re hungry”.
Ian tossed a damp towel at Mickey’s head but it just missed the target, as he exited the door in time.
“Fuck you Mickey”.
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Mickey arrived home in less than thirty minutes, one of the perks of living in Chicago, where the production company was based. The aptly titled “House of Blue”, was the brainchild of an aging ex porn star (and Chicago native) named Colton Ford, aka Colton Blue. He was retired about a decade but had decided to remain in the industry by founding his own company. Of course the landscape had changed dramatically since the launching of platforms like Only Fans and the spread of homemade amateur porn.
But the guy was still a little old school and appreciated the “fine art” of making “movies”. The guy was in his 50’s now but still looked good in Mickey’s opinion, with his sandy brown hair and piercing pale blue eyes. The years of LA sun had aged his skin somewhat and in industry terms he was considered “old” but he knew his shit and had a wealth of knowledge and experience. “House of Blue” was the only gay porn production company in Chicago and that gave them a distinct advantage, that and the fact that there was still an enormous appetite for artfully shot films.
Mickey had started out with homemade solo videos, which he filmed on a mobile phone and a tripod stand in his bedroom. He had built up a decent following online but then he heard about a local company holding auditions and it seemed like a win-win situation. He wouldn’t have to fly half way around the country to work and the company seemed legit and safe and paid well too. It would boost his profile while leaving all the technical shit and expenses to the experts. Plus, the guys he found on their website were all super fucking hot, so really, where was the downside.
That downside, the only one, would be a tall red head called Ian Gallagher, the company’s most popular star but an annoying asshole in his opinion. Look, Mickey couldn’t deny that they had crazy sexual chemistry and it was hard not to, considering the guy had an anaconda in his pants. Not only that but the cocky fucker knew exactly how to use it too.
In addition, he was a professional, always on set on time and knew his cheesy lines off by heart, always knew where the best lighting was and where their bodies should be positioned. But unfortunately for Mickey he was the chattiest mother fucker on the planet. Not just chatty but pushy too, like he couldn’t take a fucking hint and leave him alone. Mickey was a loner and he was perfectly fine with that. Having grown up in the chaotic Milkovich house, with half siblings or distant cousins turning up every other day, he loved the solitude and the peace and quiet he now found at the end of the day. Coming home to his own space after a long day of getting ploughed and being surrounded by people was heaven to him.
He smiled upon entering his small but perfectly functional two bed apartment, to be reminded that he didn’t live entirely alone.
“Hey buddy, miss me”
Mickey was greeted by a wagging tail (in fact it was more like a wagging ass) as his terrier cross roommate, Max, jumped up at him excitedly.
“Hey, what did we say about jumping, that’s right, sit….good boy”.
Mickey grabbed a dog treat and tossed it to the obedient dog who was sitting patiently by his feet. He had found Max wandering around nearby and after a week of this, he realised he was either lost or abandoned. The dog was on the skinny side and looked neglected so Mickey couldn’t ignore him any longer. Having been checked over by a Vet, Mickey took him home, relieved that he was ok apart from being a little malnourished.
He was collarless but Mickey posted a picture of him on his social media and printed some flyers (for his apartment building and nearby businesses) but no one ever called, so he figured it must have been fate. Best guess was Max was a terrier mix, with maybe a hint of Staffordshire terrier in there. Despite filling out now he was still on the smaller side which was ideal, considering Mickey didn’t have much space.
Like most dogs of his size and breed, Max loved zoomies and had bundles of energy but it usually wore off in no time and then he loved nothing more than curling up on the couch next to Mickey. Apart from his unconventional day job, Mickey was the average guy who came home and ate dinner, watched TV, walked his dog. Occasionally he hung out with his sister when she could persuade him to go to a club or a bar but those places weren’t really his scene. He didn’t even get the itch for one night stands anymore, considering he had all the sex he needed on tap, most days.
His life was full, he worked at least three or four full days a week and when he wasn’t working on set he was working out, in his home gym that currently occupied his spare room. Mickey was also currently educating himself on film production and editing, in the hopes of one day following in Colton’s footsteps and launching his own company.
The following morning he woke up and checked his emails, thankful that he wasn’t needed to re shoot any scenes. Sometimes he was called in on the weekend if something was spotted in editing and post production, something that Colton or Roger weren’t happy with. But for the most part he and Ian usually nailed their scenes on the day.
His phone pinged, a message from Mandy inviting him to breakfast at their usual place and his stomach rumbled, giving his answer. He jumped in the shower, dressed quickly and then snatched up Max’s leash and collapsible water bowl. One of the reasons they liked that place was its close proximity to the park and it had seating outside which was dog friendly. It was a twenty minute walk so he left the car, upon noticing the clear blue skies above.
“Hey bitch”
He greeted his sister in the usual way. Despite being adults now they still acted like kids around each other and in some ways he hoped that would never change.
“Assface”
Mandy hunched down to lavish Max with attention, cooing at him in that baby voice she used around him.
“How’s the ass, you need a cushion or something,” she teased, causing him to flip her off.
He flicked through the menu even though he always ordered the same thing, banana pancakes with chocolate chips.
“Ass is fine,” he replied with a wry smile, “Wasn’t my ass getting ploughed for once”.
Mandy chuckled and he marvelled at how comfortable he was around her, how he didn’t feel shame or embarrassment anymore in discussing his sexuality or lifestyle.
“Ohhhh Ian got fucked huh, bet you enjoyed that….can’t wait to watch it”.
Mickey sat back and groaned, “The actual fuck Mandy, it’s kinda sick that you watch the scenes”
“I only watch Ian; you know that, why the fuck would I want to look at your hairy ass or tiny cock”
Mandy smirked and pretended to read the menu also, considering she always ordered the same thing too, waffles and bacon.
“Jesus Christ,” he sighed. Mickey wanted to believe that she was mostly joking but he also knew she had a ridiculous crush on his acting partner, so she likely did watch at least some of the videos that were uploaded.
“Anyway, if you did watch them you’d know I wax my ass, so it’s fucking smooth as silk bitch. Plus my tiny cock had Ian moaning like a little bitch”.
He grinned smugly and enjoyed the amused snort that left Mandy’s mouth.
“Shit, now I really wana watch it. Bet he looked hot as all fuck Mick”
Mickey felt his cheeks start to burn as he recalled the image of Ian all tied up and writhing and moaning in pleasure, as the machine fucked into him. He loved when he got to be in control like that, putting Ian in his place, making him shut the fuck up and take whatever he gave him. The red head looked wrecked, his face all blotchy and his mouth all messy, his green eyes soft and pleading and submissive. Fuck, it was a good look on the asshole.
“Yeah, he looked alright I guess, just another day at the office Mands”.
Mandy laughed heartily, “Oh fuck off Mick, you were always a bad liar, that’s why the only acting you can do is in porn,” she paused to laugh again, “He’s hot as fuck and you know it. You wouldn’t be still partnering with him otherwise. I know you, it’s written all over your face”.
Mickey felt his eyebrow pull upwards, “What is?”
Mandy grinned and sat back, her arms folded across her chest, “You like him, well at least you like fucking him and you l ove getting fucked by him. Why aren’t you guys friends, he’s South Side too right, he seems cool enough”.
“He isn’t, trust me, he’s way too fucking happy and chatty. Sort of a bit of a dick actually, thinks people owe him their time. I literally owe him nothing, well apart from ass for a few hours every day. I don’t need any friends Mandy. Friends expect shit, I’m happy being by myself alright. Besides, I have a best friend already”.
He patted Max on the head who leaned into it and looked like the happiest bestest boy in the whole world.
Their food arrived and Mickey took the chance to change the subject, asking about Mandy’s job as a hotel receptionist. It wasn’t something she ever aspired to do but sort of just fell into, having worked as a waitress originally in their restaurant before applying for an opening in reservations. But she was content and her original nerves had long disappeared. See Mandy still struggled with insecurity and feeling like she doesn’t belong anywhere but the ghetto, especially not in a fancy ass West Side hotel. That’s what growing up with Terry Milkovich for a father does to a person, strips them of their self-worth and confidence.
But Mickey smiled proudly as he watched her eyes light up, while she told him stories about crazy or annoying customers and spoke fondly about her boyfriend Ryan, who also worked at the hotel. Long gone is the heavy makeup and bleached blonde hair. She looked like Mandy, her natural and authentic self, her pretty self he thought. They were often mistaken for twins, given her hair was as dark as his and her eyes were of a similar shade of blue. But she was a year younger and that meant he still felt like the protective big brother, even now.
They ate and chatted for another hour before he hugged her goodbye, feeling proud of them both; at how far they had come. They might be still living on the South Side but that doesn’t mean they were still trash. They had made something of themselves, even if his something was fucking on camera for money. But by all accounts Mickey should be dead or in prison, so in his book it still counted as a win.