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Additional Fill: Broke Str8 Boys TW: dub-connish 1/?
(Anonymous) 2012-04-09 07:12 am (UTC)(link)Douglas hadn’t meant to see it.
He was on xTube, as was his wont on lonely nights in, since the third Mrs. Richardson ran off with her Tai Chi instructor. He was as sexually frustrated as he had been since he was a teenager. He couldn’t remember ever being so wound up, and it was ridiculous, because when he was still with the bespoke ex-wife, he was almost never in the mood. Singledom just agreed with his libido. The problem was, he wasn’t pulling stewardesses like he used to, and he wasn’t about to start trolling bars at his current age and shape.
So, he decided to try out this Internet porn thing he’d heard so many jokes about. First he wasted his time watching previews on pay sites, and then he finally stumbled on the YouTube of porn. The clips were usually less than five minutes, but he quickly found himself spending an hour, two hours there, just clicking link after link. He saw some pretty fantastic things. And he saw some utterly horrific things. That’s the problem with the YouTube of porn. When the clips are uploaded by amateur users, there’s no telling what will crop up. There were short clips from actual professionally done pornographic films, and Douglas found he preferred those.
Douglas didn’t even get aroused most of the time, watching these clips. The more time he spent on the site the less it became about getting off, and the more it became about satisfying his morbid curiosity. He found himself watching weirder and weirder things. Then he found himself checking out some of the clips on the gay side of the site. The YouTube of porn caters to all types, naturally.
That’s when he saw it. Above the video of one man giving another man a particularly enthusiastic blow job, there was an ad. It had images, screen captures, flashing by in a sequence which caught his eye. He must have seen it subliminally several times, before his brain made the connection.
The text on the banner ad screamed BROKE STR8 BOYS. All of the photos in the ad featured young-looking, thin men in various situations. Douglas had learned the term for men of this type: Twinks.
One photo in the sequence really stood out to Douglas. It was a pale and painfully skinny young man with red hair, lying on his back with his hand down the front of his trousers. It was a small picture and the angle made it difficult to see much of his face, but the man looked just enough like Martin Crieff, his Captain and co-pilot, that it piqued Douglas’ interest.
He chuckled. What if Martin had a porn star Doppelgänger? He could make Martin believe he thought it really was him. That would be good for a laugh. Douglas loved nothing more than getting a rise out of Martin.
He clicked on the ad, knowing that it would generate a bunch of pop-up ads and likely a virus.
Douglas scanned the photos on the site’s background and didn’t catch sight of the Crieff-alike. On the website’s homepage, there was a sample video. He watched it, keeping a close eye out for the ginger-haired twink he’d seen in the banner ad.
The first part of the video showed a man coming up to various young men in what looked to be a park. It was edited to suggest that he’d pulled this same stunt with several different men.
The dialog was always the same.
“Hey, you want to make some money?”
Then it would cut to each of the men getting into a van.
How trite, Douglas thought.
Then there was a sequence which began with the man asking, “What’s your name?”
It cut to a montage of young men stating their first names. First names only. And then, sure enough, there was the ginger twink Douglas had been waiting for.
“Martin,” the man on the screen said plainly.
Douglas gasped and paused the video. He felt his face get hot and he squirmed in his seat. This wasn’t a Crieff-alike. This was the real McCoy.
“No way,” Douglas muttered to himself. “No bloody way.”
He clicked the play button again, hesitantly. Martin didn’t show up again on the preview video, but Douglas had to see more.
He clicked around on the site and found out that there was an archive where he could browse all of the videos, but he would have to subscribe to the site to access it.
Douglas didn’t think twice. He whipped out his credit card and paid up.
“Come on, come on,” he said impatiently while he finished the subscription process.
Finally, he had access. He went to the archive pages and began scanning the thumbnails. On the third page, he found a video called “Martin from the UK in NYC.”
His cursor hovered over the link.
When were they last in New York City? It had been months ago. It was in the Autumn. October. He remembered that it was still rather warm there, and he could remember Martin saying he went to Central Park for a jog.
He clicked on the link. The page took forever to load. One by one, several screen shots were revealed, meant to be an enticing preview of the video that would soon load. What it was, was an eyeful of Martin Crieff. It was Martin Crieff overload. None of the photos showed anything below the waist, of course. For that, you had to watch the video. Douglas’s curiosity got the better of him again. He clicked play as soon as it was ready.
It started predictably. The man from the website approached Martin and asked him if he wanted to make some money.
“What do you mean?” Martin asked suspiciously.
“Oh, you’re not from around here,” the man said.
“No. I’m from… Who are you?”
“You can call me Ray. You look like you could use a good meal. Can I buy you dinner?”
Martin looked incensed. “Um. I’m an airline pilot. I’m the Captain, actually, of a whole airline. I’m not homeless.”
Douglas scoffed.
“Oh, yeah? So, I guess you don’t really need the money. Sorry to bother you.”
The camera panned to the ground and Martin’s voice was heard to say, “No. Wait.”
When the camera panned back up to Martin’s pitiful face, it nearly broke Douglas’s heart.
Martin took a couple of hesitant steps toward the camera. “What is this about?” he asked, gesturing toward the camera. “Some sort of documentary?”
The scene cut to Martin sitting on a bed in a sparsely furnished room. It was just an ugly black sofa in the background and the bed, which had a bright red duvet covering it. He was fully clothed and sitting on the edge of the bed rigidly.
“Where are you from, Martin?” Douglas heard. The voice was close to the camera, as though “Ray” were holding the camera himself.
Martin scratched at the back of his neck. “I’m English,” he said.
“I thought so. Your accent is wicked cute.”
Martin ducked his head and then moved his hand from the back of his neck to tug at his ear. “Oh. Um. Thank you. You think so?”
“You’re shy. That’s adorable. So, what is a shy, straight, English boy like you doing in a place like this?”
“I- I need the money, I suppose.” Martin’s cheeks went as red as his hair. He crossed his arms protectively over his abdomen.
“Needed a few extra bucks, huh? What do you plan to do with it? Buy your girlfriend something nice?” The man sounded slightly amused, and Douglas couldn’t help but be amused, in turn.
So far, Douglas could definitely see how people enjoyed films like this. He didn’t particularly want to see Martin take his clothes off, but the suspense was killing him.
“No. I don’t have a girlfriend. I just need the money.”
“I thought you said you were an airline pilot.”
Martin was scratching at his hair again. “Well, yes, but- It’s a small airline. It doesn’t really pay…”
“A lot?” Ray offered.
“Much. At all.”
“Ah. Have you ever done anything like this before? Ever jacked off in front of another guy?”
“No.”
“Are you nervous?” the man asked.
“Yes. A little bit.”
“Relax,” the man said. “Now, how about you take that shirt off and we’ll talk compensation.”
Douglas adjusted himself in his trousers as the Martin on the screen started unbuttoning his white shirt. He’d never seen Martin in any state of undress in person. He had seen the stills on the site and didn’t think much of them, but he was impressed by the lean muscles shifting underneath the pale skin of Martin’s rather well-toned upper body.
“Holy shit, you were holding out on me,” Ray said. “Very nice. Do you work out?”
Martin shook his head. “So, how much?”
Ray chuckled. “I’ll tell you what, if you strip all the way down and give me one good cum shot, I’ll give you two hundred bucks. And then if you’re up for it, we might see about pairing you up with another guy for even more, maybe somewhere down the line.”
“And all I have to do is… I only have to touch myself?” Martin said quietly.
“Right. You just enjoy yourself. Act like I’m not even in the room.”
Martin nodded. “For two hundred dollars.”
“Pretty good for half an hour of work. Whores don’t make nearly that much and they work a Hell of a lot harder.”
“Whores? Look, I’m not sure I can do this,” Martin said.
“You signed a contract. Go ahead. Take it off. No turning back now.”
Douglas hadn’t expected that. This was filthy. This was coercive. This was kind of hot.
The camera zoomed in on Martin’s face and his intense blue eyes stared right through the screen at Douglas. His jaw was clinched, making his already angular face look even sharper. His head finally moved and the camera zoomed out again. Martin was bent over and taking his shoes off. In the blink of an eye, he had wiggled out of his trousers and was stretching out on the bed in just his shorts.
“Nice gams,” the cameraman said.
Martin ignored the compliment. His fingers went to the waistband of his shorts and hovered there for a moment.
“Let’s see it,” Ray said.
Martin’s bottom lip trembled. Douglas could see it plain as day.
“I’m not ready. I mean, I’m not-“
“It’s okay. I can put a video on for you.”
Martin bit his lip and then nodded.
“Okay, but first get those shorts off. I want to see you get hard.”
Douglas put a hand over his mouth as Martin shimmied out of his shorts. He settled with his hands still cupped over his groin. The way he was laying made his stomach appear concave and his hip bones jutted out.
“This is no time to be shy, Marty. Nobody looks impressive flaccid,” the voice behind the camera said.
“Martin,” Martin corrected. “Not Marty.”
“Martin. Let me see your cock.”
Martin removed both hands briefly.
“See, now, you’re already half hard. Nothing to be ashamed of. Now lie back and think of England. Or whatever.”
Martin wrapped one elegant hand around the base of his burgeoning erection and started to work it up and down. His head rolled to the side and his eyes focused somewhere off screen.
It wasn’t much at the beginning. Not Martin’s cock. His cock was actually more impressive than Douglas had imagined. And he had been imagining it pretty constantly for the past ten minutes. It was really only average, though. The problem was his technique. He obviously wasn’t into it, which was a bit of a turn-off, really.
Then something changed. Either whatever was happening on the video Martin was watching got suddenly very good or he started to make himself feel very good, because he started to grind his hips into the mattress. His mouth fell open and he gasped.
Douglas couldn’t help himself. It was erotic. It was stimulating in the way in which it was intended to be stimulating. Martin was actually quite sexy once he got going. And there was that added bit of excitement that came with actually knowing him personally. Not that he’d ever thought of Martin in that way. He’d always thought Martin was an asexual virgin. He couldn’t picture him in any sort of sexual situation. Now, though, he was afraid he’d never be able to look at Martin again without picturing the scene he was seeing now.
The muscles on the sides of Martin’s thighs and hips were clenching and unclenching. Douglas stuck a hand down the front of his pants.
Martin’s tongue snaked out and ran along his perfectly pink bottom lip, as his eyes fell closed and his head tilted back. Douglas’ hips jerked involuntarily.
The camera came closer to Martin’s cock and his hand worked over it. The tip of it glistened with pre-come. His other hand was cupping his balls. A fat-fingered hand reached out from behind the camera and squeezed the tip of Martin’s cock and Martin’s hips came up off the bed.
“Oi! Don’t touch me!” Martin shrieked. His face was off screen. All Douglas could see was Martin’s flat belly clenching and his hips jerking and his cock spurting out a healthy stream of spunk. Douglas came with a groan. The screen went black.
That was it.
An dreadful feeling came over Douglas. He’d just come watching his friend and co-worker get himself off. And not only that, but it verged on molestation there at the end. He was officially a dirty old man.
Then two things came to mind, which kept Douglas awake the whole night with conflicted feelings. What happened after the camera stopped rolling? And when was the picture from the banner ad taken of Martin with his hand down his trousers? Because that never happened in the video.
Re: Additional Fill: Broke Str8 Boys TW: dub-connish 1/?
Research, huh? Yeah, that's what I call it, too.
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THIS IS GONNA BE GOOD!
Re: Additional Fill: Broke Str8 Boys TW: dub-connish 2/2
(Anonymous) 2012-04-16 04:11 am (UTC)(link)There's some talk of non-con/dub-con in here, but don't be too alarmed. Trust me.
As Douglas re-watched the video (several times) over the next few days, it became less arousing and more disconcerting. He had discerned that it was filmed at least a year before, right after Martin started at MJN. Douglas went through their flight logs and found that Martin’s second trip was to New York. So, it had happened before Douglas really got to know Martin.
Then he thought, What if what I know of Martin’s personality is really the by-product of some horrible sexual trauma?
Considering aspects of Martin’s behavior, namely his severe insecurity and his inability to have a successful romantic encounter, it seemed more than likely. That’s why Douglas didn’t intend to give Martin a hard time about it. He didn’t mean to mess with Martin’s head. He was just trying to feel out the situation, find the right time to bring it up, or drop hints to see if Martin would figure it out and offer an explanation. His attempts were uncharacteristically ham-fisted, so all he managed to do was make Martin uncomfortable, and not in a way that was productive.
They were in the cockpit a couple of weeks after Douglas’s discovery. Douglas was tired of dancing around the subject and he was determined to break Martin by the time they landed in Madrid.
“So, how’s your love life faring these days?” Douglas asked suddenly.
Martin glanced sideways at him. “Why do you ask?”
“Just making conversation, Martin.”
Martin sighed and slumped against his seat. “Well, it’s not faring well, since you asked.”
“When was the last time you went on a date?”
“I can’t even remember.”
“And when was the last time you had a good shag?”
“Douglas, that’s not approp—“
Douglas held up a hand in defense. “Fine. Fine. I ask because I’m going through a bit of an extended dry spell, myself. I was hoping to live vicariously through you. Or commiserate with you. Either way.”
Martin smirked. “Oh. Really? I thought a sky god like you would have no trouble.”
Now was his chance. He’d lulled Martin into a false sense of superiority. He had to steer the conversation in the right direction and do it delicately enough that Martin didn’t immediately clam up on him.
“Turns out the divorced pilot thing that used to work so well for me becomes less appealing when one is gray on top and soft around the middle,” Douglas said. “Which is a bitter shame, because I’m more up for it these days than I ever was before.”
Martin pulled a face. “More than I needed to know.”
Douglas pressed on as though he didn’t hear him. “I do have one thing working in my favor this time around, though, and that’s the wealth of free pornography on the Internet. If not for that, I would be pretty wound up right now.”
“Douglas, again—“
“I know. I know. It’s not appropriate. I was just looking for a little guidance, since you seem to be in the same position.”
Martin didn’t say a word and didn’t so much as dare a glance toward his co-pilot. Douglas knew he was very close to his goal. He just had to find the right button to push.
“I thought maybe you had some recommendations.”
Nothing. Douglas thought for sure a little stroke of the ego, appealing to Martin’s want to feel like he knew something Douglas didn’t know, would work, but it didn’t.
“Surely, you’re familiar with Internet porn, Martin. Don’t pretend you aren’t.”
“I don’t do that,” Martin said.
“You don’t do what? Are you trying to tell me you don’t masturbate? Because that’s a load of bollocks and we both know it. Everybody does it. Even Arthur manages it. I’m sure even Carolyn—“
“Do not finish that sentence. Of course I do that, Douglas, not that it’s any of your business. I’m talking about the pornography part. I don’t even have the Internet at home, and if I did I wouldn’t use it for porn.”
Douglas raised an eyebrow, surprised and pleased that Martin was letting himself be pulled into the conversation. He’d never managed to get anything this personal out of Martin. He had to press on. “It’s available in other formats, Martin. Surely, you have a DVD player or a VCR.”
“I simply don’t like porn, Douglas. Is that so hard to believe? It just doesn’t do anything for me.”
Douglas couldn’t help but smirk. He had a video which proved conclusively that Martin was lying. He’d seen Martin watching a pornographic film and pleasuring himself in a pornographic film, so he knew that he had gotten off to porn at least once in his life. The image that flashed in his head sent an uncomfortable heat to his groin and he shifted in his seat.
“Really?” Douglas said, not able to mask the self-satisfied tone in his voice. “Never?”
Martin shrugged. “Not never, no. But it’s usually so distasteful. And sometimes it’s just sad. I just don’t like it. And, frankly, I don’t need it.”
“Sad? Why is it sad?” Douglas said, softening his voice.
Martin hesitated. “I don’t know. I guess it’s that it’s degrading to women.”
Douglas nodded thoughtfully. “They’re treated horribly in some of those films. And you know they’re probably not enjoying it.”
“Right.”
“And for someone to agree to be degraded like that, they must they must be in a situation where they feel they don’t have any other choice.”
Martin hesitated again. “Right. Exactly.”
“And not just the women.”
“Yeah… Douglas—?”
Douglas didn’t want to wait. Now was the time to make his aim completely clear. “You know, the only bad thing about XTube is the banner ads that have nothing to do with the thing you’re trying to watch. Can be quite confusing.”
“Oh,” Martin said, and Douglas could see the other shoe drop behind Martin's eyes. “Look—.”
The last thing Douglas wanted to do was to shame Martin, when it was very likely that he had been taken advantage of. “I’m not judging you, Martin.”
Martin sighed. “I take it you saw something. I’m in a banner ad?”
“Yes. I’m sorry, Martin.”
Martin scoffed. “You don’t need to apologize. It was a stupid choice. Somebody was bound to find it.”
Douglas had to bite back a laugh. “I’m sorry you felt you had to choose that, I mean.”
“It was a lot of money.”
Two hundred dollars? Douglas thought. That’s a lot of money? How sad.
“I was desperate,” Martin said quietly.
“I could see that,” Douglas said, trying for reassuring. “I understand. You don’t need to explain. Just… For my own peace of mind; you didn’t get hurt, did you? You didn’t seem…”
Martin grimaced and turned his face away. Douglas held his breath, waiting for him to speak. “I wasn’t-- I’d never done it before. It hurt at first, but I was okay.”
Douglas exhaled loudly. “So, he did sort of hurt you."
“He didn't mean to,” Martin said.
How could he be so blithe about this? Douglas thought.
“He didn't mean to?” he said.
Martin shrugged. “It was kind of unavoidable, really. It was fine, though, eventually.”
Douglas shook his head. Martin was telling him that the man who filmed him wanking that day had raped him off-camera, and he was saying it as though the man couldn’t be blamed for not controlling himself.
How tragic.
“Martin, how could you say that?” he said.
“What?”
“You’re acting like his hurting you was your fault.”
Martin’s face was bright pink by now. “I did agree to it, Douglas. I didn’t particularly enjoy it, but I signed a contract and I took the money.”
“Yes, but you didn’t agree to that,” Douglas said, whispering the last word. He looked behind him at the door of the flight deck, hoping that Arthur wouldn’t pick this moment to come busting in with coffee.
“I did agree to that, though,” Martin said, looking confused.
Douglas huffed. “One cannot agree to being raped, Martin. That automatically makes it something else.”
“Raped?” Martin whispered. “Who said I got raped?”
“You said yourself said it hurt.”
“Well, it was uncomfortable, but not altogether un-enjoyable. If I wanted him to stop, I would have stopped him.”
“But that wasn’t what you signed up for. He wasn’t supposed to touch you, and I saw how shocked you were when he did.”
Martin froze and looked at Douglas quizzically. “Oh,” he said. “This site you saw me on… What was it called?”
Douglas raised an eyebrow. “Something about broke straight boys,” he said uncertainly, as though that URL wasn’t all over his browser history.
Martin nodded and kept his lips pursed. Douglas could have sworn he was stifling a laugh. “So, you saw the bit at the end, where the camera man touched me?” Martin asked.
“Yes. And you jumped like you’d been shot,” Douglas said.
“So, you thought maybe he did something more once the camera stopped rolling.”
“Yes. Didn’t he?”
“No, he didn’t. Nothing happened off-camera. That would have been pointless.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t follow.”
“I had no idea you were so gullible, Douglas,” Martin said. He was no longer hiding the grin on his face.
“Gullible?”
“It’s called acting,” Martin said. “I acted freaked out when he touched me, because that’s what people get off on: seeing an unsuspecting, skinny kid get taken advantage of.”
Douglas started to realize how backward he’d gotten it. “So… You didn’t mind him touching you?”
“Well… I didn’t particularly want him to touch me, but I knew he was going to do it and I agreed to let him.”
“I don’t understand any part of this,” Douglas said honestly.
“Listen closely. I got paid a lot of money to pretend I was some desperate kid, letting some big burly guy talk me into wanking on camera for money. Of course, that part was easy, because it was true,” Martin said plainly. He really was enjoying having one over on Douglas for once, and Douglas could see it all over his face. “But the fantasy that you can just walk up to a guy and name a price is the whole point of that website. You didn’t think I actually got into some guy’s van at the park, did you?”
“You used your real name, for God’s sake.”
At this, Martin blushed even deeper. “Well, I never said I was a very good actor,” he said. “He kind of put me on the spot when he asked, and I forgot that I was supposed to come up with a fake name and background. The director liked my story, though, so he went with it.”
“I can’t believe I’m hearing this,” Douglas said.
“There were, like, ten other people in the room. Nobody did anything untoward.”
“What were you talking about hurting, then?” Douglas remembered the matter of the screenshot of Martin in a different outfit, and it was then he started to put everything together. He knew now: there was another video.
Martin scoffed and confirmed it. “I did more than one film.”
“I looked for others and I didn’t see any.” Douglas felt a little embarrassed at how quickly he said that.
“They were on different sites,” Martin said.
Douglas felt his brain short circuit. This was too much to process. “How many of these things have you done, anyway?”
“Three.” He was frustratingly smug.
“What are the other two sites?”
“I’m not telling you that!”
“I won’t watch them.”
Martin laughed. “Oh yes, you will. And I’ll never hear the end of it.”
“Why? What did you do in them?”
“I’m not telling you that, either,” Martin said. “For once, I have one up on you. I’m not about to give that up for nothing. I’m going to hang onto it and use it when I need it.”
Somehow his brilliant plan had backfired on him. He expected Martin to be freaked out and embarrassed, but he seemed almost proud to have been able to shock somebody. “I take it the other videos involved…”
“They were more involved, yes,” Martin said with a smirk.
“Involving other men?”
“Yes.”
“How many other men?”
“Two,” Martin said and after a moment of stunned silence from Douglas he added, “One at a time, Douglas. Jesus.”
“Oh. Right,” Douglas said. “But you had sex with another man in these films.”
“Yes. And it was safe and consensual.”
Douglas nodded. “Good. But you didn’t like it?”
“Not really. But then, I’m not gay, so that’s to be expected,” Martin said.
“But you had sex with at least two men. For money.”
“Only two men, thank you very much. And a lot of money.”
“How much money?” Douglas asked.
“Thousands of pounds. Enough to live on for months.”
“Really? Why that much?”
Martin smiled. “Believe it or not, Douglas, I am a very desirable man. Apparently my look and body type is popular in the gay community.”
Douglas chuckled at the satisfied look on Martin’s face. But he still wasn’t ready to let go of his guilt. “And you didn’t feel coerced or forced in any way? You said you were desperate. You didn’t feel like you had no other choice?”
Martin shrugged and shook his head. “I had other choices. But it was a lot of money and it was fast and easy. It was a no-brainer.”
“Would you do it again?”
“If someone offered enough, I’d consider it. Sure.”
Douglas watched Martin carefully and never saw a hint that he was telling anything but the truth. “And you didn’t feel cheap or dirty or used?” he asked.
Martin frowned and said sarcastically, “Well, I didn’t before…”
“I didn’t mean—“
“I’m kidding,” Martin said softly. “No, I didn’t feel dirty or used. I felt thousands of pounds richer.” He looked at Douglas with narrowed eyes. “Would you prefer it if I felt dirty and used, Douglas?”
Douglas cleared his throat uncomfortably, knowing full-well that it was one of his worst tells. “No, of course not. I’m just concerned about you.”
Martin smiled like a cartoon cat with a feather sticking out of its mouth. “So, you saw the end of the video. You must have paid for a subscription to get access to the site’s archive. And then you watched the whole thirty-minute video from beginning to end.”
“Um…” Douglas said. Inside, he was cursing at himself for ever starting this conversation.
“Did you find it stimulating, Douglas?” Martin asked, his voice barely above a sensuous purr.
Douglas had to resist adjusting himself in his trousers. “Talk about inappropriate.”
“How did you like my performance?” Martin asked. “Was I convincing? Obviously, I was, if you thought the guy raped me. Tell me, Douglas, did you like seeing me all vulnerable and defenseless?”
“I’m used to seeing you vulnerable and defenseless,” Douglas said, trying for a witty barb.
Martin laughed.
Then before Martin could formulate a comeback, Arthur came through the door with their coffee, proving to Douglas that there was a God and that he did favor Douglas Richardson over all other mortals.
THE END.
(I THINK.)
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I loved Martin having the upper hand for once, also I totally wouldn't be adverse to reading a sequel...please??
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