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[b][u][center]An Ace on Tape

Chapter 2

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By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Draconicon looked at his phone again. 7:45 PM. If he was going to cancel going to the party, he didn’t have long to do it.

The black dragon sat down on the foot of his bed, forcing himself to just sit and not pace for a bit. His legs were sore from crossing the same ten-foot stretch over and over again for the last half hour. He kept thinking about what would happen if he went and humiliated himself at the party, but at the same time, he’d already said that he would go. He’d gone through half an interview, at least, and he had already shown himself – naked – to the boss of Erotica Impossible. It felt like he owed them to take it further.

And at the same time, something deep down inside really, [i]really[/i] hoped that he would be able to feel different this time. It wanted to believe that if he just went with it, that if he tried, that this experience would be different to all the other bits of sex he’d tried.

They were a porn studio, after all. Their business was getting people horny and getting them off. If he couldn’t get it up there, how was he supposed to get it up for anyone else?

[i]What if I don’t want to find out that I can’t?[/i]

He groaned, leaning forward and resting his face in his hands. Probably less than fifteen minutes now. If he was going to go, he needed to get a move on, and if he wasn’t, he needed to call them or something. Be the responsible one and let them know that he wouldn’t be able to be there, and…

And what?

[i]What do they even want? More of an interview? A live show? Whipping it out and…and actually…[/i]

Fuck. The idea of fucking someone was supposed to be hot. He was supposed to be eager at the idea of getting his dick wet and putting someone through their paces.

Draconicon pulled his phone out again, tapping the screen until he pulled up the list again. He read through it once more.

[i]Barefoot sluts pushing their asses back and showing off their gape after I finish.

Marking subs with a good cum-shot across their soles.

Having my dick tugged and seeing someone addicted to it.

Marks on my dick showing that it is owned by someone else, either as a dildo or as a plaything.

Seeing someone go into trance just because I say something.[/i]

The list went on. Some of them were fantasies that hit him as a dominant, others were more submissive, but they just went on and on, ranked and rated for how often they worked, and listed more or less together in clusters of related kinks. Sometimes, reading through it made him feel better about himself, like he had fantasies and such like everyone else. Other times, it just made him feel more broken, like he was supposed to have things that worked for him all the time, like everyone else did.

He tossed his phone to the side, rubbing his face again. Frustration won out over fear, and he glared through his eyes.

“Okay. From the top.”

Erotica Impossible was offering him an interview. That didn’t mean that he was going to get a job, and that didn’t mean that he was going to fuck anyone. The question was, did he want to get a job at a porn studio?

“Yes,” he said.

Why?

“Because, if I’m going to be writing porn, at least I can write it in a way that more people will see it.”

So he wanted to have access to a wider audience. And that would make sense, and they were looking through his writing to see if it was anything worth hiring him on for. That was fine. So, what if they wanted him to be on camera?

“Then I would have access to more people, and maybe I could find a way to make it work. I mean…a porn studio’s gotta have more inventiveness than the average one-night stand, and there’s gotta be people more flexible about roleplaying under that kinda roof.”

[i]So, you still think that you need to be ‘fixed.’[/i]

Draconicon couldn’t answer that thought. For all that he had made his peace with being ace, and sometimes even enjoyed the fact that he had a label for what he was, he almost wished that he was sex-averse or sex-repulsed, because at least then, he would know that he didn’t need to fuck with things. His libido could be handled in other ways, and he wouldn’t have this confusion and wonder if he was wrong all the time.

That said, he had to at least admit that part was there. He didn’t know if he wanted to be ‘fixed,’ but at the very least, he wanted to know if there was an outlet for his desires and fantasies, or if they would always be fantasies. At the very least, at the very fucking least, working at a porn studio would give him access to partners that would give him the chance to experiment with that.

And if he had a big dick that made sure that they’d be happy, all the better.

The black dragon looked down at his phone again. 7:52. He’d probably better get a move on.

Shaking his head, he got to his feet, adjusted his t-shirt, and pulled his jeans on properly. He debated getting a belt, but with the way that everything had gone at the earlier ‘interview,’ it was probably better not to have anything that would get in the way of someone getting his clothes off.

And shoes? No. That fetish he could allow. Barefooting was fine.

Leaving his hotel room behind, he walked down the hall to the elevator. Nobody else was there, but he could already hear the dull oontz-oontz of a bunch of speakers a few floors up. If they were going to do that all night, he hoped that they were ready to pay out the ass to the hotel for noise violations.

The elevator opened. A few other males, all in fetish gear – harnesses, a couple of ball-gags, leather shorts with zippers around their crotches – were waiting inside. They were grinning, groping each other, one of them even sliding a hand down another’s shorts. Draconicon just stared at them for a moment, then reached into the elevator and hit the close-door button.

It wasn’t until the door closed that he realized just how stupid that had probably looked, and slapped a hand over his face.

[i]Get over yourself. You’re going to a porn party. You’re going to see a hell of a lot worse than that.[/i]

The next elevator was empty. Draconicon got inside, tapped the button for the tenth floor, and folded his hands behind him. The soft hum of the elevator rising buzzed through his soles, and he shifted from one foot to the other –

[i]Okay, foot stimulation can lead to a bit of a boner, that’s worth knowing,[/i] he thought, making a mental note as his cock twitched in his jeans. [i]Something that doesn’t have a story, though, so – yep, there it goes.[/i]

Just like usual. There’d be something that’d kickstart the beginning of excitement, only for it to fade if he didn’t put some sort of narrative to it quickly. Just like always, his cock went soft again, hanging over his balls, pressed down by his slightly too-tight underwear.

He sighed. God, sometimes he wished he just…worked.

The elevator pinged on the tenth floor and he stepped out. It was a right turn to room 1020, and he saw the same party-goers that he’d seen in the elevator waiting outside the room in question. He hesitated, letting them go inside, and only when the hallway was clear did he make his way down to the door.

And then, he hesitated again.

[i]God, will you get over yourself?[/i] he thought, his hand hovering over the door. [i]You literally write porn for a living. You send pictures of yourself around the internet hoping to get some sort of reaction so that you can pull yourself into something sexy. You’ve sucked dick, you’ve eaten ass, you’ve done so much shit. Why does this freak you out?[/i]

He knew the answer, and he knew that it would be there until he sorted himself out about it. Sadly, there was no ‘sorting yourself out about it’ by staying isolated. He had to put himself out there and figure something out.

Knock.

Knock.

The door opened and a poodle poked her head out. Her lashes were so long that they could have had their own pom-poms at the end of them, and her lips were painted dark purple. She cocked her head to the side, sticking it out of the gap in the door rather than opening it all the way.

“Hello there, gorgeous,” she said, looking him up and down. “Here for the party? I hope so; I haven’t had dragon before.”

“I’m, uh, here for a continued meeting with Presley,” Draconicon said.

“Presley? What – oh!”

She yelped, sliding forward and almost bumping her head against the doorframe. Draconicon blinked as she pulled back, yipping at someone behind her.

“Jared, give me two seconds and I’ll get back to riding you. And for fuck’s sake, put a condom on!”

“Riding – oh boy…”

“Sorry. Some of the studio boys really need to let off some stress, and I don’t put my ass out for them as often as some of the other girls,” the poodle said, opening the door the rest of the way. “Come in.”

He did, though he was immediately assaulted by the thud, thud, thud of a too-powerful speaker system. The tenth-floor penthouse was awash with purple, white, and UV lights, bouncing all over the place and lighting up stains before making them disappear. Streaks on the walls, on the carpet, everywhere, only for it to go away a few seconds later. He tried not to think too hard about that – mostly because he knew that if he did, he’d come up with a story, and it would get sexy. And he was trying not to think too hard about that, either.

He turned to the poodle again. She was quite the figure: dressed in a bikini rather than lingerie, she had a skimpy sort of bra that still sort of fit her B-cup breasts, and she had a bottom that caressed a smaller cock. Not a tiny-itty-bitty one, but smaller, perhaps about four or five inches long, enough to not quite push free of the bikini bottom.

“Want to go for a ride?” she asked, one hand on her hips.

“Hmm? Ah, sorry, no,” Draconicon said, looking up at her face again, the purple poodle’s lips turned up in a playful grin. “Sorry, this is…this is very new. Very new.”

“Heh, that’s fine. Just here for an interview, then, not a party?”

“Well, we’ll see what Presley says,” Draconicon said with more confidence than he actually had. “Could you point me toward him, please?”

“Yeah, sure. The lion’s keeping one of the bedrooms for himself tonight. Probably quieter back there, and – Jared, fucking he-eeeeell!”

The poodle arched her back as a dingo slid up behind her, a finger going right under her tail and clearly hitting her hard enough to keep her hard. That little bulge in the front of her bikini dripped, making the shimmering golden garment darken around the tip. Draconicon rubbed the back of his head, shifting from one foot to the other.

“So, bedroom.”

“Mmmph…mm-hmm. Tell him that Jasmine let you in, please. Looking for a bonus – fine, Jared, fine! Come on…”

Jasmine turned around with her ass still filled with the dingo’s finger, and the pair of them walked off to one isolated corner of the room. She stopped at one of the condom bowls along the way and picked up a squirt bottle of what he could only assume was lube, too, and they were off and taking care of each other.

The whole penthouse was filled with people ‘taking care of each other,’ for that matter. He saw an elephant wrapped up in latex that was sliding her covered pussy along someone else’s cock. He saw an antelope that was sucking one guy and jerking another. There were two wolves in the corner, one with a humanoid cock and one with a sheath, and the former was thrusting into the latter’s sheath as they frotted together.

And that was just the start. He saw cameras all around the room, taking in everything that people were doing. God, it was about as free and open as one could get, and he could only imagine how much editing was going to have to happen when –

[i]Well, if that’s not proof that you’re ace, there you go,[/i] Draconicon thought, a small chuckle escaping him. [i]All this sex, and not one person has you getting hard. All you can think about is the professional work that goes in later.[/i]

Well, that was something. He glanced around the couch and the various people grinding and humping and groping between him and the bedrooms at the back of the penthouse. It would be a bit of a push, but he was pretty sure he could get there unmolested.

Pretty sure.

Thankfully, he was taller and big enough across the shoulders to make good progress through the crowd. Those that were taller than him occupied their own space and acted like islands, keeping the current of people flowing, while everyone smaller didn’t have the mass to stop him while he moved through them. He apologized to those that he had to separate to get past, but always kept moving. There were enough eyes on him that he knew that someone would try and cop a feel if he didn’t get through to the other side fast enough, and he just knew that Kenzie would be around and cause him stress if they met up.

Finally, he got to the bedroom door just in time for a wide-hipped mouse to appear. The mouse slumped against the doorframe, huffing and puffing, and his cock dripped into a condom.

“You okay?” Draconicon asked.

“Mmmph…” The mouse nodded before looking over his shoulder with a chuckle. “Damn, Presley, you just keep getting better and better.”

“Experience does that, kid,” the same deep voice from the tablet earlier said. “Someone at the door?”

“Yeah, some party-goer or something.”

“What’s he look like?”

“Tall, dark, and scaly, with white eyes,” the mouse said.

“…Dammit, Charlie, let him in. That’s my 10-o’clock.”

“Your – boss, fucking hell, we’re having a room party. Why the hell are you dragging business into this?”

“Work never sleeps. Now let him in.”

[i]Heh, I get that feeling.[/i]

Draconicon stepped to the side to let Charlie out, and as soon as the mouse was through the door, he stepped inside. The thudding beat of the music was quieter in the bedroom, and it got quieter still as he shut the door behind him.

“Not a fan of the soundtrack?” the lion asked.

“Not a big fan of that much volume,” Draconicon said. “And I like to make sure that I’m paying attention.”

“Good. That’s a start.”

And there was a lot to pay attention to. Presley, a lion with a graying mane and a fairly distinguished air, sat on the foot of his bed with one foot on the floor and the other leg across his lap. He had a vape in his mouth, one hand on the bed, and his cock hung low, the condom on it stretched out over a prince albert piercing that looked like it should have ripped right through the latex. A fairly large cum bubble hung on the end of it, too, and he wondered just how much the older lion had been doing of late.

“So, you’re the dragon I was interviewing earlier. Damn, that camera was crap,” Presley muttered, taking a hit from the vape before putting it down. “Looking better in person, that’s for sure.”

“Thank you, I think.”

“Those eyes completely white all the time? No contacts?”

“None.”

“Damn. That’s going to be fun if you work out,” the lion said, leaning back. “So, let’s get down to the nitty-gritty. You said you had some experience?”

“Some.”

“Partners?”

“Male, female, one trans.”

“Any references at the con?”

“Uh…probably not,” the dragon admitted. “They’ve all been one-night stands.”

“Pity. I like looking up references, but we’ll get to that. Probably plenty of people here that’d be willing to let you take a ride once they see your dick. So, you healthy?”

“Was at my last health check.” Draconicon rubbed the back of his neck, leaning back against the door. “Look, uh, there’s something else we should probably talk about, something that didn’t come up before.”

“What’s that?”

“Orientation. Sexuality. That kind of stuff.”

“Hey, told you before. If you were straight, that’d be a bit harder, but long as you’re good with dick –”

“I’m ace.”

“…The fuck?” Presley sat up a bit straight, cocking his head to the side. “Run that one by me again?”

“Asexual.”

“Like a plant?”

“…Putting aside how tired a joke that is –”

“No, seriously, like a plant? Do you just – how does that work? You’ve fucked before, so how are you –”

“Just…hang on a second.”

It wasn’t the first time that he’d run into that sort of cluelessness, but it was the first time that it was both quite that blatant and right in front of him rather than on a screen. The dragon pinched his nose, taking a deep breath as he gathered his thoughts.

“Okay. Here’s the short version. Not sexually attracted to people. [i]At all.[/i] I can get it up, I can fuck, but I’m not interested in people.”

“…Okay, I don’t know how in the fuck that works. That feels like a contradiction in terms. How the hell do you even get it up without having something you want to fuck?”

“Clearly you’ve forgotten about how being a teenager works.”

“That’s different.”

“Not so much as you’d think. Gonna keep being an asshole about this, or are you going to let me explain this? Because if you want a dick like mine in the studio, or someone with my writing skill, you’re going to want to know this.”

“I’m starting to think someone this complicated might not be worth it,” the lion muttered.

“Then I’ll go.”

He reached for the door, but it opened before he could turn the knob. Backpeddling from it as fast as he could, Draconicon barely got out of the way of the same elephant woman that he’d seen grinding on someone’s dick in the main room. She looked down at him – first person he’d seen at the party taller than him – and grinned.

“Oh, good, you’re here. That saves a lot of time finding you,” she said. “Presley, hire him.”

“The hell I am,” the lion muttered, pushing himself off the bed. “What’s this about?”

“Have you seen the links that Kenzie sent over?”

“That was your job; I was going to have a look over them tomorrow.”

“Well, they’re great. Editing needed, obviously, but you don’t see that kind of inspiration in a lot of writing these days. Much more context, build-up, and edging in the context before it gets around to any of the hot and heavy stuff. Drac – or do you prefer Draconicon?” the elephant asked, turning to face him.

“Drac’s fine.”

“Drac. You came up with all of this yourself?”

“Most of it,” he shrugged. “Some of the stories were commissions, and clients would ask for the core sex part, but the stuff that built up to it or justified it and everything else came from me.”

“Because you’re asexual?” Presley asked.

The elephant blinked.

“Well, that explains a lot,” she muttered.

“Look. We have writers already. [i]Everyone[/i] applies to be part of the writing department, and most of them are shit,” Presley said. “They’re too shy to get in front of the camera, so they try and get in the writing team so that they can tell us what to do, what they want to see, all that crap. And I’m not going to let just anyone get in there, not anymore. Everyone pulls double-duty at Erotica Impossible.”

“Presley, calm down,” the elephant said.

“Have you even heard of this asexual thing?”

“Yes, actually. My sister is.”

“…” The lion took a deep breath and pressed one hand to his face. “Excuse me. I’m going to get a drink. I’ll be right back.”

Draconicon shifted to one side, letting Presley past. He watched him go, waited for the door to close, and turned back to the elephant.

“I’m guessing everyone in the studio has seen his cock by now, so he doesn’t have to put it away?”

“He’s more of a nudist than anything; he just keeps the suit on to turn other people on,” the elephant said with a chuckle before offering her hand. “Orinda.”

“Draconicon,” he said, shaking it. “But you knew that.”

“Heh, yes. So…ace, huh?”

“Or something on the spectrum of it, at least,” he admitted, shaking his head. “Never quite figured it out. Something like aego is the closest I can figure it.”

“Getting turned on by third-person fantasies and stories, but not really interested in getting yourself into it?”

“Almost exactly.”

“Soooo what’s the wobble?” Orinda asked.

“I can ‘trick’ myself into it. One therapist called it dissociating into it, but that felt more harmful than the actual process seemed to be. Basically, I can get myself into a kinky role, something that feels like a hot character in a story, and then I can make it happen…at least for a while. I still don’t have any real attraction to the other person, but I can engage with it on some level.”

“Hmmm…That explains some of the stories, for sure.”

“Were they that good?” he asked.

“Oh, [i]very.[/i] Some of them would make scripts good enough to steal, honestly.”

“Oh? That’s…flattering.”

Particularly coming from someone that seemed to understand how he felt about it, and had someone in their lives on the asexual spectrum, and –

And she was in latex and had a fair bit of cum on her thighs, he noticed. Lost in his own head again, drawn out by the soft squeak and grind of her thighs coming together and spreading that seed around. The dragon rubbed the back of his head, sighing as he looked toward the door for a moment.

“Is he going to be okay?”

“He’s not the most up to date with the different sexualities out there, and he [i]is[/i] more focused on the physical end of the business,” Orinda admitted, shaking her head. “And he’s not wrong. Everyone pulls double-duty in the business now because of the way that things were going before.”

“How…were things going before?”

“A lot of people sitting around, getting off and not doing anything to help with production. If you’re on-set, you at least have some motivation to be getting things done so you can move on. And it [i]did[/i] get a lot more diversity into the hiring process, I’m not going to lie. It was an overall good decision.”

“Right…but probably not one that’ll work for me, I think.”

“Weeeeeell, give it a minute. Let him come back; he might have an idea.”

Draconicon arched an eyebrow.

“Trust me. He’s a grouch, and a bit of a jerk sometimes, but he’s the head of the studio for a reason. Presley’s got a head for these things.”

Before Draconicon could challenge that, the lion returned. He drained the last of whatever he’d been drinking and set the glass down on the nightstand by the bed, and Orinda shut the door. The feline pinched the bridge of his nose, and Draconicon couldn’t help but notice that the condom was off. Dick was still out, though.

“Alright. Here’s my thing. If you’re hired – and Orinda’s pretty clear that she wants you around – then I need to know that you can fuck.”

“…”

“Can you?” the lion asked.

“…Sometimes.”

“What’s the caveat?”

“I don’t know.”

“Orinda –”

“Hold on, hold on,” the elephant said, waving her hand. “Just let him explain. I think I know where this is going.”

“It’s…inconsistent,” Draconicon said. “Sometimes, something will get me hard. But if I don’t have a story that I can put to it – and a story that sounds hot in that moment – then I can’t get off. I can’t stay hard, sometimes, either, and I…end up just…”

“Helping them get off and running off?” Orinda asked.

Draconicon nodded.

“That’s a crying shame,” Presley muttered, pinching the bridge of his muzzle. “But…you were hard during the interview. And you clearly had some part of you enjoying it. Yes?”

“That’s…true,” Draconicon admitted.

“And what was that?”

“A story I was telling myself, mostly.”

“And? What was it?” the lion asked.

“Well…mostly that I was showing off someone else’s property. That you were a buyer looking to hire, not a person, but a cock,” he admitted, rubbing his arm. “I just kept telling that story, that I was some exotic species that you were interested in, and if my dick got hard enough, then I’d have a completely different life because you had just got a contract on my dick.”

“Not on you, though?” the lion asked.

“Doesn’t work like that. Different story, different fantasy. I was working with the one that was getting me hard and holding onto it.”

“Hold that thought,” Presley said, holding up a hand and smiling. “I just got a great idea.”

“…Somehow, I’m not so sure that I’m going to like that idea.”

“You were getting off on the idea of someone getting a lease on your cock. Trust me, I think I’ve got a way to make this work. Orinda, keep him here, I’ll be right back.”

Draconicon watched the lion leave again, the noise of the party screaming at them for a moment before the door closed and cut it off. He leaned back, crossing his arms and shaking his head a few times.

“You okay?” Orinda asked.

“Wondering if this was a mistake, mostly. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to do as much as he wants.”

“That’s fair. And sex on camera is harder than most people give it credit for, not going to lie. Once the lens is on you and you know that there’s people watching – not to mention directing – it’s harder to stay in the zone for it. You need to be kinky and sexy and hot all while following a script so that the other person knows what to do, and – well, you’ve seen enough of it. You know how it works.”

“Mmm-hmm. I have, I have.”

“Any favorites?”

“Huh?” Draconicon blinked.

“Productions,” the elephant asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and resting her head on the palm of her hand. “You’ve seen some of our stuff?”

“Oh. That.”

Right. That. That reminded him of the various clips that he’d seen on their website before calling Kenzie in the first place and arranging that half-interview before. And some of those videos had starred the elephant right in front of him, almost always in latex, never entirely getting out of it, and sometimes using the suit as a condom. He remembered a few that she’d worn that had looked like cybernetic attire, the kind of things one would have seen in a cyberpunk setting. She’d acted as if at least a few of those had possessed her and made her fuck herself on the cocks and toys around the set, and –

Draconicon shook his head. Lots to admire there, but not a lot to go into.

“I haven’t seen any full-length stuff, but I’ve heard good things about the studio. I think the best clip I saw might have never finished.”

“Which one was it?”

“A pair of lizards – one a lot burlier than the other – going on a quest to turn one of them into a dragon. Lots of stage-transformation, body-paint, foot shots and implied cock growth, some humiliation and mind control –”

“Riiiiight, ‘Rise of the Dragon Stud,’ I remember,” Orinda said, nodding to herself. “Heh, that was an interesting one. Had a really promising script, too, and three or four sequels to finally get the damn thing to the end.”

“What happened to it?”

“No dragons, and we could never get the props to look right to make it work. Plus, you know, felt like it was a little fucked up. If we didn’t have a proper dragon, why make someone look like one?”

“…I appreciate the commitment to authenticity.”

“But, yeah, that’s why we couldn’t make the whole thing. Which was a pity, because –”

“Found him,” Presley said, throwing the door open and dragging Kenzie in behind him. “Kenzie, get on your knees. You’re getting a bonus.”

“What – oh, hellooooo there,” the rabbit said, looking the dragon up and down. “Well, I’ll happily take that bonus.”

“Wait, huh?” Draconicon blinked. “I – but I’m not –”

“I’m not interviewing you right now. I’m interviewing your cock.”

Twinge.

Just like that, there was a different take on things, and the dragon’s mind ran with it. The idea of having no real use other than the monster slab between his legs, a cock that would keep others in line and make sure that they did what they were told – fuck. There was something there. His cock twitched again as the lion reached over and groped for his zipper, getting harder by the second as he made up a new story in his head, filling it with context.

[i]I don’t even have to be here. All that has to happen is that I have to get hard, and then – fuck…fuck…okay, that works…[/i]

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Drac goes for the ‘interview’ and finds himself dealing with even more complications, but finds out that there might be space for him at the company, after all.

Tags: M/M, M/F, Latex, Public Sex, Dragon, Elephant, Lion, Room Party, Getting Off, Fingering, Grinding, Cum, Porn Studio, Series, Asexuality,