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Chapter Two

Dominic

The camera is set up at an angle that captures the couch perfectly. I press the record button just as the doorbell rings.

I pull the door open, taking in the man on the other side. He’s a bit skinnier than his most recent photos, but his face is just as handsome. Not that I care about him being skinny, but I’ll have to go easier on him. I enjoy guys who are slightly smaller than me, because I can be rough with them, and that’s my favorite. Don’t want them bigger than me, though, because that’s my job.

“Chase, how are you?” I ask.

“Much better now that I’m here.” He smiles shyly.

“Good answer.”

I move to the side so he can walk in, and I close and lock the door after him. I can’t imagine what people must think, seeing so many men coming and going from here, but no one has ever asked. They don’t treat me differently, except for the guy next door with a stick up his ass. But I feel like he’s like that all the time, not just toward me. He walks around like he’s better than everyone else, sneering and scowling at me every chance he gets. I’ve tried being friendly, and it’s clear he wants no part of it, so I gave up. Fuck him. If he doesn’t want to be nice to me, I don’t have to be nice to him. I don’t have time to work on being friends with my neighbors. I’ve got work to do and money to make.

“So,” I begin, turning toward Chase with a smile. “You remember what we talked about, right?”

“Sure do,” he says, smiling back. “I catch you jerking off on the couch. You freak out, thinking I’m an intruder. You teach me a lesson.”

My dick gets hard at just the thought. Role playing is my absolute favorite, and I’ve built my adult platform around it. Been rolling in the dough ever since. Funny how people are so judgmental about porn, yet they’re so quick to spend money on it when they can be anonymous.

“Love when a man can follow rules,” I say, and Chase’s eyes light up.

He’s a twink cam boy who loves getting fucked hard on screen. Which is one of my favorite things to do. I was thrilled when he agreed to work with me. I do my own solo content from time to time, but mostly, I find others to do it with, pay them some amount upfront, and make bank on the rest thanks to my tens of thousands of subs .

“It’s easy to do when I’m getting rewarded,” he adds, rocking back on his heels.

I smirk, holding his gaze before taking a backward step.

“Follow me.”

I stop just outside of the camera view and tell Chase to stand here.

“Take as much time as you need. Come in when it feels right,” I tell him, then head over to the couch to sit down and act as if I’m watching TV. I prefer to get right down to business. The last thing I need is some weirdo hanging around my house. I meet random guys off the internet to fuck, not to hang out with.

When I was a kid, I wanted to be an actor. It was my dream. I watched TV all the time, both shows and movies. I had my favorites that I’d watch over and over again, but it wasn’t always about the story. It was the acting. Some actors are better than others, but I was especially fascinated with those who could do more than one type of character and do it well.

I was obsessed with Leonardo DiCaprio from the moment I saw him in What’s Eating Gilbert Grape. I’ve seen every one of his movies, and though he has his tells that he’s the same person doing a different character, he’s exceptional. Some others I enjoy are Sean Penn, James McAvoy, and Jake Gyllenhaal. Nicholas Hoult is another, because good god, that man is sexy. What I would give to make a film with him…

The camera can’t see what I’m watching on the TV; it’s focused on me. My dick is still in my shorts, and I shift so it’s obvious I’m hard, acting as if it’s bothering me. After a moment, I rub myself just once, then again and again until I’m stroking myself through my pants. It isn’t hard for me to act in situations like this because it’s all real.

I fucking love sex. I love being in charge. Love having a man who wants to do nothing but please me. A man who does exactly as I say. It’s my biggest turn on, and knowing Chase is standing over there waiting to do just that? Fuck, I can’t wait to get my hands on him and my dick in his tight little ass.

Pulling my dick out, I lean back and lazily stroke my cock, lifting my shirt up to show off my abs. I lean forward to pull open the drawer in my coffee table to grab the lube that I keep there, pour a hefty amount in my hand, tossing the bottle to the side while lathering my dick. That feels so much better—the relief is instantaneous.

When I was younger, my sex drive was a problem. Got in the way of everything. I thought something was wrong with me for a while, because even though a lot of young guys want sex, I wanted it twice as much as them. When I learned to embrace it and make money off it, my entire mindset changed. Why let a constantly hard dick ruin my life when it can literally make me rich? And it feels good! I can easily come twice a day, every day. I have no issues going twice in a row either. Sure, sometimes my dick gets sore, but I work past it. The orgasm is always worth it.

“You look like you need some help.”

I pause, looking up at Chase who just walked into the frame, keeping my face mostly neutral but slightly confused.

“Who the fuck are you?” I ask, squeezing my dick .

Chase shrugs. “Just a fan.”

Oh, I like that. Good job, Chase.

The thing that’s required to make content with me is being able to go on the fly. I don’t want shitty acting in my videos. I want the real thing. Meaning I don’t use scripts. We get an idea and go with it.

“Is that so?” I ask.

Chase nods, biting on his bottom lip as his gaze goes to my cock.

“So, do you need some help?” He does a good job pretending to be shy. I’ve seen his work. If he’s shy, I’m the president.

“No, I don’t need any fucking help.” I get to my feet, shoving my pants down and tossing my shirt away. “What I need is to teach you a lesson for breaking into my house.”

“But I—”

I walk up to Chase, putting my hand around his throat and leading him to the couch. I shove him onto it. He falls with a grunt.

“Bend over like a good little boy and take your punishment.”

He blinks a few times as if he’s shocked, then does as I say. He’s still fully clothed, and that’s perfect. With his forearms on the back of the couch, he bends over, arching his back so his ass is in the air. I tug his shorts down to his knees, showing off his bubbly little ass. I give him a good smack with my hand that’s still cased with lube, knowing it’s going to leave a bright red mark and hurt that much more. He cries out, looking at me over his shoulder with concern in his eyes .

Chase and I went over our limits. We signed a contract. I’m not doing anything he doesn’t want me to do. That’s not my thing. Though I like it rough, I do like consent. I just happen to like it more when it’s dubious. But I don’t fuck around with that when it comes to work, that’s only when it’s personal.

“Fuck!” he cries out as I give him another slap.

“That’s nothing,” I growl. “You just wait.”

I grab the lube and pour it all over his ass, rubbing it into his skin and up and down his crease. I brush over his hole, listening to him moan as it puckers for me. Chase made it clear he’s fine with me being rough and doesn’t require much prep. He likes the burn.

I love it when they like the burn.

Still, I shove a finger inside him, giving a few pumps before adding a second. He groans, moving into my hand, showing me how much he wants more.

“You like that?” I ask. “Because you’re not supposed to be enjoying this. It’s a punishment.”

“Try… harder,” he pants.

I give him another slap, right on top of the red handprint that’s already there. Then I fuck him harder, my dick aching to be inside him.

“I’m going to get this tight little ass ready for me, and then I’m going to fuck you so hard you’’ll regret breaking into my house.”

“Promise?” he breathes out .

I smile but hide that from the view of the camera. When I feel he’s loose enough, I don’t hesitate to shove my dick inside, all in one go. He screams so loud I’m sure every neighbor heard it. Doesn’t stop me from doing it again and again and again, because fucking hell, his ass is like heaven wrapped around my cock.

We keep going with the scene. I taunt him some more, then fuck him hard until I’m coming in his ass. He’s begging for me to let him come, but I don’t. Not with me inside him. Once I’m spent, I pull out and move away so the camera can see my cum dripping from his hole. Then I turn him over and jerk off on his face, coming again before scooping it all up and feeding it to him. He’s a moaning, dripping mess. I smack his dick, and he hisses.

“Fuck, please…” he grits out. “Please let me come.”

I slide my hand around his throat and look into his eyes.

“The next time you break into my house, I won’t be so nice.”

I spit into my palm and give him what he asked for. I jerk him off hard and fast, until he’s spraying cum all over his chest. Then I make him eat that too.

I step back and tell him to get the fuck out of my house. He scrambles away, and I shut the camera off before making sure he’s okay. It’s important to do that after a scene so rough. He promises he is as he gets dressed, so I put my clothes on too, then offer him some water and a snack, to which he declines. I write him his check and give him a hard copy of the contract he signed—even though he has it electronically, I like to include it anyway.

“This was fun,” he says, stepping onto my porch. I follow him out, noting his cheeks are still tinged pink from the workout.

“It was. Maybe we can do it again,” I suggest.

“That would be great.”

He walks down the steps and gets into his Mercedes that’s parked in my driveway. I watch him as he drives off down the street, before turning to go back into my house, which is when I catch my dickhead neighbor on his porch wearing his perpetual scowl.

“Evening,” I say, giving him a wave. He raises his hand and flips me the middle finger.

Oh, you wish, asshole , I think as I head inside to clean up and edit my video.