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

Chapter 3

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

Presley and Kenzie nudged him back to the bed while Orinda left the room muttering something about a camera. Draconicon barely heard her go; he was so busy focusing on what was happening between his legs that it was rather hard to think of anything else.

“So, Dragon Dick,” Presley said, the lion somehow injecting capital letters into the common words. “Let’s talk about the things that get [i]you[/i] going.”

“I told you –”

“When I want to talk to you, I’ll use your name, dragon,” the lion said, looking up from Draconicon’s dick and Kenzie’s hand around it. “But right now, Dragon Dick’s getting interviewed; you’re just here for the ride.”

The urge to be offended fought with the flattery of his cock being so potent that it was its own entity, and the battle was resolved with Kenzie’s gentle strokes going up and down. Draconicon huffed and shivered as he felt each stroke driving home how much the rabbit loved looking at his dick, and –

[i]That thing’s a product. It’s hot. It’s sexy. He wants to put a contract on it so that he can sell it and – by proxy – me.[/i]

Draconicon huffed under his breath, the narrative continuing to unfold in his head. Other people staring at him, imagining themselves with him. He was something exotic, something different, something to be obsessed over. Yes, that was – that was hot. That was very –

“So, Mr. Dick. Let’s start with an oral examination.”

“Mmmm, one of my favorites,” Kenzie said. “How hard do you want me to push him?”

“As hard as you can.”

“Mmmph!”

Draconicon leaned his head back as the rabbit swallowed nearly the full length of his cock in one go. He went down to eleven inches, only three inches still sticking out, and Draconicon bit his lips as he kept from letting out moans any louder than he already was. Fucking hell, that was…something else.

Gluk, gluk, gluk went the rabbit’s throat as he bobbed up and down, his throat clenching down over and over again. Never gagging, never hesitating, but always pushing that little bit further, taking more dragon meat into his neck and holding it there.

[i]Fuck…fuck, this is…this is something else…[/i]

He clenched his fists around the sheets, but something was slipping. It wasn’t quite enough. He was –

“Off.”

Kenzie pulled back after a second, huffing as he did. The dragon’s glistening cock throbbed upward, gripped in the rabbit’s tightly-clenched fingers at the base.

“It seems that oral is fair to middling. Wouldn’t you say, Kenzie?”

“Heh, I think it responds pretty well.”

“It’s a dragon’s cock. They’re meant to be responsive.”

[i]Fuck, that’s a new one,[/i] Draconicon thought, covering his face as he caught his breath. [i]Dragon stereotypes. Putting that one in the notebook for later. Distancing it from reality and making reality more fantasy at the same time. Presley…you’re not bad at this.[/i]

“But I bet you that Dragon Dick is going to get much harder when we give it something else. Draconicon, you have any information on our prospective client here?” Presley asked.

A little silly, perhaps, but he could run with it. He chuckled despite himself, blushing worse as he sat up and looked down at just how hard he was. Usually, when they reached this point in a bit of fun with someone else, he would have been softening and then some. The only thing that kept him hard at that point was relentless, potent stimulation, and often that was only good for a little bit.

This was going well. He was almost afraid that it could collapse at any moment, and he bit his lip as he tried to force that thought away.

“Well?” Presley asked.

“Uh…I…I mean, that gets off to asses a lot more than pussy,” he admitted.

“Yeah? Heh. Kenzie your style?”

“Uh…”

“Presley. Ace.”

Orinda was back, and she had a camera over her shoulder. It was one of those older-style ones that TV camera-men dragged around while reporters ran off after one story after another, but it looked quality. The latex-clad elephant pointed it at him – no, at his cock.

[i]It’s the important thing, after all. Sell the merchandise between your legs, make it look bigger, and –[/i]

Fuck. Right back on the storyline there. Very good.

“Right, fuck,” Presley muttered, the older lion pinching the bridge of his muzzle. “That’s –”

“Kenzie, turn around. Let him get a good look at that rump of yours. Flash it. Show that dragon dick what it could be inside.”

“I liiiike where that’s going,” the rabbit muttered.

And just like that, the rabbit was up and turning around, both hands going to his plump cheeks. They spread wide, showing off a hole that, while tight, clearly had been taking dick for a while. There was a faint bald-pattern around the hole itself, almost like all the thrusting had been taking the hair off and leaving a mark behind. Draconicon bit his lips, huffing under his breath as he started imagining –

[i]Showing that off, getting a dick in there every day, fucking himself raw to advertise to others how he liked it. The kind of slut that wanted to find someone that could really challenge him, push himself to the big guys –[/i]

“Fuck…”

Presley looked back at Orinda. Draconicon could barely see the question on his face, knew where it was going. Why was the guy that was supposed to not get turned on by people getting off on this?

“Fuck…you know what you are?” Draconicon muttered.

“Mmm, why don’t you tell me, big guy?” Kenzie said, rolling his hips back, making those fluffy, white-furred cheeks bounce.

“You’re an offering. All holes eventually bow to dragon dicks. You’ve been looking for a good one all this time and now…”

He used his tail, pulling the other man back, grinding his cock between those cheeks. Kenzie helped, but he could feel the tension that he had written about before.

“You’ve found one…a dragon that will put a bunny right where he belongs, right where he needs to be. Spread, wide, on a dick that’s finally big enough to give him what he needs.”

“Mmmph…”

Presley’s mouthed ‘what the fuck’ aside, the scene was going well. Draconicon huffed as he slid his cock between those eager globes, the tip of his dick touching that pucker and feeling it spread a little against him. Clearly, Kenzie was used to big things, though probably not quite so big and long as the dragon’s dick actually was. The feeling of being a conquering power was…intense, to say the least, and Draconicon moaned as he pulled the rabbit back, back, back –

“Condom,” Presley hissed.

And just like that, the illusion was shattered. Draconicon groaned as he paused, feeling the reality come back. He blushed, letting go of Kenzie as he could already feel his dick starting to go down again.

“Wait – what the fuck? You were doing fine, what the hell happened?” the aged lion asked.

“Come on, you can get it hard for me again, right?” Kenzie asked, groping the dragon’s softening shaft. “That was so good. You can – come on, come on…”

“Just…just wait. Gimme a second. Gimma a fucking [i]second![/i]”

He regretted shouting, but at least they listened and backed off a space. Draconicon sat up, one hand to his forehead.

[i]Fuck…fuck…[/i]

This was normally when he’d have found a way to hide his cock and just get the other guy – or girl – off before running away. It wouldn’t have been hard. Just get the other person off, make them happy, and then leave before they could get a good handle on his number or how to get in touch with him again. The temptation to do just that, to ghost Erotica Impossible and never show his face again, was almost overwhelming.

If it wasn’t for the fact that he had already done it so many times and he genuinely wanted to fix himself, he might have actually done it. Instead, he sat there, one hand over his face as he took one deep breath after another, trying to calm himself down. He could hear Orinda muttering something to Presley while the rabbit grumped a few feet away. More than a few mutters about ‘what the hell is wrong with him’ were heard.

“I told you. I told you,” Draconicon muttered, silencing them. “I have to fool myself into this. We were starting okay, but the second that I remember that this is something I’m supposed to be in, as myself, then…it’s harder.”

“Everyone’s had to deal with mood killers before. Sometimes, you just have to –”

“Presley…I’m cutting you a lot of slack right now because you don’t get it…but you really need to shut up right now, or I’m going to walk right out that door,” Draconicon said, gesturing toward the party booming just outside. “What you’re saying doesn’t work for me. It’s not the same thing. At all.”

“Then fucking explain it. I got the first part of it right. Where did we fuck up?”

“Look…When it comes to this, it’s not like I’m interested in the person. That’s the thing that I’m the least interested in. Hell, when I was walking back here, I wasn’t interested in all the sex happening – no offense, Orinda, you were doing great with the whole thigh-job thing and dominating someone against the wall –”

“Thank you very much,” the elephant said.

“But for me, all I was thinking about was all the editing work that’d have to go into making it a workable teaser for…whatever you wanted to use it for,” he admitted, shrugging. “I wasn’t getting turned on by all the people out there, wasn’t thinking about having sex with them, wasn’t wondering how it’d feel to live that sort of life. I just thought about the technical stuff and winced.”

“…That…is a first for me,” Presley admitted.

“For me, the most interesting thing is the idea. We almost lost it when you started reminding me that I should be attracted to Kenzie for the scene. That wasn’t going to work for me; I don’t have any interest in him to begin with. I couldn’t be gay for pay, because I can’t even be [i]straight[/i] for pay.

“But what I can be is interested in an idea, playing out a fantasy, seeing that go places. I can put myself in that story, and that story can take hold and make me just…really interested. The minute that we had to break for a condom meant that I had to stop thinking of the idea and [i]start[/i] thinking of being someone in the real world, with a real person.”

God, just saying it [i]out loud[/i] felt like the most ridiculous thing in the world. Literally everyone else in the room could look at each other – and him – and see something sexy, something desirable. He was the only exception.

“So…what you’re saying is…” Presley crossed one leg over the other in the single chair in the room. “What you’re saying is that you’d need to get the script right, do it in one take per day, and the director can’t tell you a thing to correct you if you get something wrong without setting the whole thing back by a day?”

“…I guess I am,” Draconicon said, shaking his head. “Maybe not quite a whole day…but a while. It would stop filming every time until I could get my head back on straight.”

“I see.”

Compared to the booming room just next door, the suite bedroom was damn near silent. Draconicon sat on the edge of the bed, Kenzie sat on the floor, and Orinda leaned against the doorframe, camera tucked under her arm. The whole time, Presley just rested his head on his hand, tapping his chin.

Draconicon didn’t know what was going through the lion’s head. All he knew was that he had given it his best shot. He [i]had[/i] managed a brief recovery before reality had reared its ugly head again. One more reminder that he probably shouldn’t be here; he had more issues to sort out before he was able to really be intimate with someone. If he –

[i]Fuck off.[/i]

He wasn’t sure where the anger came from to tell off that negative thought, but for once, he was thankful for it.

Finally, the old lion unfolded his legs and leaned forward. To the dragon’s surprise, his lips turned up into a smile.

“I think that I can risk that.”

“…What?”

“Look, I’m not going to pretend I get it. Far as I’m concerned, this whole ace thing is weird and it doesn’t make sense. People have sex, people want sex, and that’s been true all my life.

“But I can’t say that you ain’t telling the truth, because that boner of yours is like a yo-yo, and you at least know your rules. That’s better than someone that’d be lying to me just to get into the writer’s room would be able to do. You know what sets you off, and you can tell me about it. That’s a step.

“And, most importantly, you were able to recover at least a bit on your own when [i]I[/i] fucked you up. That tells me that there’s potential.”

“…Are you serious right now, or just fucking with me?” Draconicon asked.

“I’m serious. Gonna be honest, big reason is because you’re a dragon with a huge fucking dick. We need something like that in the studio. Something big, something hung, something that looks different and exotic. It’ll give us a little fresh blood, and when we want something authentic, better to have a real dragon than a dressed-up lizard.”

“…Thanks, I think.”

“But I’ll be honest. You pulled a plotline outta your ass that worked for Kenzie. You might not have seen his face, but that bunny was [i]happy.[/i] You can read the room and come up with an idea on the fly. Ain’t gonna work all the time, and you better be able to follow a script, but…it tells me that you got the chops for the writer’s room, too.”

Draconicon couldn’t help but stare as Presley stood up. The world felt like it was going to spin right round and dump him out the window. This…this couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t real. He’d fucked up…hadn’t he?

The lion offered him his hand. He looked up, staring Presley in the eye.

“And if all else fails, there’s Viagra, heh.”

“…Heh. Guess there is.”

“So…you in?”

“…I’m in,” the dragon said, taking the boss’s hand.

“Heh. So, you think that you can get it up one more time, see if we can send Kenzie off with a grin with one last story?”

“…Gimme a second. I think…I think I might have one. Kenzie, how do you feel about being a bit prissy? A little role-reversal?”

“Long as I end up with a dick in my ass, watch me be as prissy as can be,” the bunny said, chuckling.

“Alright. Gimme a second.”

#

It didn’t take long to get it all set up. The base idea had been that the rabbit was a slave-buyer that had picked up a dragon without knowing what they were like. They ran through the basics – more because Presley wanted to get to the porn as fast as possible – and then they were back on the bed.

The scene started with Kenzie shoving his ass back against the dragon’s face, almost sitting on him, all while staring more and more at the dragon’s dick as if it had enchanted him. The scene was supposed to reflect Kenzie getting entranced by dragon superiority, unable to help himself but to fall from rich man to rich slut, all while trying to get the dragon to submit to him.

And it mostly worked. The dragon was able to get into rimming the rabbit, giving that hole a good tongue-lashing, and he had even gotten to the point of tongue-fucking it while Kenzie leaned over his crotch. The huffing, puffing need blowing over his cock was just as good as he had thought it would be –

[i]And the view back here isn’t bad, either,[/i] he thought with those feet on either side of his face and that ass just over him.

But there…was some kind of delay. The rabbit hadn’t started his lines. He’d just leaned forward, moaning, huffing, sniffing against the dragon’s balls. He didn’t seem to want to move, only…lick.

And sniff.

And huff.

“Cut, cut.”

Draconicon groaned, his condom-covered cock starting to sag almost immediately. He muttered an apology, but it barely went anywhere; the rabbit’s ass was still right over his face and refused to move, even when he pushed against it.

“Kenzie? Kenzie, you on something?” Presley asked.

“Nnnngh…gooooood dick.”

“Orinda, help me out here.”

Draconicon was pinned beneath the helpless rabbit for a few seconds while the older lion and the elephant pulled Kenzie off him. As he sat up, though, he blinked in concern.

The white-furred rabbit was clearly out of it. He had a giggly face like he was either stoned or drunk, and he wobbled back and forth as they tried to sit him up in the chair. He just kept giggling, too, his eyes fixed on the dragon’s condom-covered cock, licking his lips.

[i]That’s…not normal…[/i]

Or at least…he didn’t think it was. He knew that some of the other people that he’d had one-night stands with had been a bit weird sometimes if they let the oral scenes last a little too long, but this was the first time that he’d seen someone go from happy and horny to stoned out of their gourd from spending time with their nose against his balls. But…

[i]Wait…Kenzie was like this during the interview, too,[/i] he remembered.

Back when they’d been doing a video call, Kenzie had been less focused, more obsessed with his cock and balls. The rabbit had been leaning in, breathing in a bit more than most people did, and –

“Is he…sensitive to pheromones?” Draconicon asked.

Presley blinked, looking back.

“Why do you ask?”

“Well…I know it’s mostly a porno myth, but there’s this sort of thing where dragons –”

“Oh, don’t tell me that you’re bringing up that whole musk-myth,” the lion muttered, rubbing his forehead. “That’s just horny bullshit.”

“Have you ever been with a dragon?”

“No, but that’s because you guys are rare as shit,” Presley muttered, looking back at the rabbit. “And besides, I’m a little more concerned with what the hell happened to one of my stars right now.”

“Well, easy enough way to check it,” the dragon said. “Put him in the bathroom or out on the balcony with the air running. If it’s just pheromones, he’ll be out of it in a few minutes. If it’s something more serious, it’ll stay the same or get worse.”

“…Fuck. Fine. Kenzie, come with me. Come on. On your – fucking walk, you stupid cock-obsessed slut,” the lion muttered, dragging the rabbit along with him.

Just like that, the dragon was left alone with Orinda again. The elephant set the camera down on the floor, shaking her head.

“You really think that the pheromones are a thing?” she asked.

“No fucking clue,” he muttered, shaking his head as he slumped forward. “But Presley’s right. Dragons aren’t a common species. The whole thing could just be a horny rumor, but the fact that nobody’s really done a study about it says that it’s at least possible. And it doesn’t hurt to try.”

“And if it is?”

“…I don’t know,” he admitted. “If it is, I think that I might be a little dangerous to have around your employees.”

“Welllll, I wouldn’t necessarily say that. But let’s find out whether it is or isn’t before we start talking about what we do with you.”

He nodded, resting his head in his hands.

A few minutes later, Presley came back. The lion fixed the dragon with such a look that he knew what the answer was.

“He’s fine, then?” Draconicon asked.

Presley nodded.

“Then it…probably was me.”

The lion nodded again.

“…Do you…want to call the police?”

“I’m thinking we call a doctor. Just to make sure that this shit is what we’re thinking it is.”

“You know, that’s the first sensible thing you’ve said all night,” Orinda muttered, shaking her head. “I’ll tell the partiers to clear out; we’re going to want a clear penthouse for all this. Drac, you okay sticking around for this?”

He nodded, despite the fact that his heart was beating a mile a minute in his chest. Kenzie was fine, but now that they knew that the dragon pheromones might be true, that meant that he had – even if accidentally – drugged his costar during an interview. He had no idea what the consequences of that were going to be, but he couldn’t imagine that it would be particularly good.

#

Draconicon was allowed to leave the room after the paramedics arrived. They took samples of his sweat from various parts of his body, sealed them in jars to make sure that they weren’t going to lose potency, and left. Presley made it clear that the dragon wasn’t to leave the premises, and he promised the lion that he wouldn’t. He wasn’t even lying; he didn’t want to leave while there was still an investigation into this.

He couldn’t sleep that night. Instead, he tossed and turned, never managing to keep his eyes closed for more than a few minutes at the time. What-ifs, fears and worries, and a vague sense of shame and guilt kept hammering at him from all sides.

What if this was his problem?

Would he ever be able to take someone seriously if they just whiffed him and wanted him?

Why was that still hot?

Around five in the morning, he gave up on sleep and ordered a bucket-load of coffee from room service and settled in to read and drink until sunrise. Somehow, the caffeine put him to sleep faster than actually lying in bed did.

He woke to someone knocking on the door. Draconicon groaned, sliding out of bed with a dull thud. His legs wobbled beneath him before he found his balance, and he stumbled along to the door with a muffled ‘coming.’ Nobody called back, and he had to fight back fears that the cops had been called.

[i]If they were…[/i]

Well, then they were. Not much he could do about that outside of court. He grabbed the hotel room bathrobe and pulled it over himself in a meager attempt at decency before opening the door.

It was Orinda.

“…Presley busy, or…”

“He thought it’d be better to send me rather than come down himself,” she said, nodding past him. “Can I come in?”

“Do you want coffee?”

“If you have some, sure.”

“I ordered a literal bucket; there’s half of it left.”

“Sorry about the lack of sleep,” she said as she walked around him. “I guess you couldn’t let go of what happened, huh?”

“I drugged someone by having them sniff my crotch for a while; that’s not an easy thing to just let go of.”

“I guess not; all those domination scenes aside, it’d be weird to see a fantasy come to life, that’s for sure.”

She was gentle about it, at least, and the way that she was addressing it made it feel like he wasn’t in major trouble, at least. Probably had his application torn the fuck to shit due to liability reasons, but he was getting the feeling that he wasn’t going to be charged with anything. That…

Well, that was something.

He hoped.

He returned to the bed, sitting on the edge of it while Orinda took a seat on the swivel chair that came with the room. She was dressed in jeans and a simple t-shirt today, something that didn’t look anything like the femdom latex outfit from the night before. Despite that, she still portrayed herself as something powerful, and he imagined that was probably the confidence that she had and carried herself with all the time.

It was nice.

As she got comfortable with some of the leftover coffee, she fixed him with a stare. He sighed, leaning forward.

“Alright. Hit me.”

“You want to hear it bluntly?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“We still want to hire you.”

“But?” Draconicon asked.

“…Depends on if you call it a ‘but,’ honestly.”

He arched an eyebrow.

“How do you feel about being a hypno-dom in a scene?” she asked.

“…I’d say that’s going to get really real, really fast. And we both saw how much of a problem that could be.”

“I know. But this is part of what Presley wants,” she said, rubbing her forehead. “Personally, I think it’s asking a little bit much of you, but the fact that Kenzie’s backing him up –”

“He’s what?!”

“I know, I know,” the elephant muttered into her head, sighing. “I knew that the size queen was a pervert, but I never thought that he’d go all-in on hypno stuff like that. Apparently, he really loved the feeling of being all ‘zonked out’ on your pheromones and wanted to have it again almost as soon as he recovered. Something about being completely broken in and waiting for someone to enjoy him.”

“…He said that?”

“And a [i]lot[/i] more. As far as we’ve been able to tell, there’s no bad side effects from the pheromones, and they wear off as soon as the person breathing ‘em in gets fresh air. It’s a relief, honestly, but the way that he’s pushing for so much more of them…”

“Do you think that he might be, well, an addict?”

“He’s always had an addictive personality, but who knows? The medical team didn’t find anything addictive in the samples that they took, so at least there’s that. But with Kenzie, who knows?”

Draconicon nodded in understanding, but his mind was already running crazy, going over so many other different possibilities. The fact that his pheromones could push someone into a tranced state was one thing, but the fact that it could make things so much more…

[i]I’m not interested in people, just in ideas…[/i]

And people that were hypnotized like that, tranced out and eager to obey, would be able to be in-role much more than those that were just getting intimate with him for the sake of enjoying his body. They would do what they were told, follow whatever role or idea that he wanted to explore, and –

[i]Stop, stop, stop…[/i]

That was going too far. He needed to get a handle on himself before he started thinking of them as less than people. This…this was huge. This was something that needed to be handled carefully, or he really would hurt someone. He had to take a second, take a moment to collect himself, get more information about how it worked, and then…then he could do something about it.

The position.

The interview.

The job.

“You…want me to actually use it at work, then? Just…just being sure, you know; it sounds like Presley wants to –”

“Oh, he does,” she said with a most exasperated tone. “He wants to use it and then some. Sometimes for the hypnosis thing, sometimes for safe ‘dub-con’ scenes. He’s got all kinds of ideas for it, and I’m not entirely onboard for all of them, but he holds more of the cards than I do for this sort of thing.”

“…”

“But it’s up to you at the end of the day,” the elephant said, shaking her head. “Medical’s cleared you to do it, and we’ll still have them on standby just in case anything does go wrong with the whole thing.”

“…You’re saying…”

“I’m saying, the job is yours if you want it, and if you’re willing to go through with that.”

“…”

“What do you say?”

“I’d say…”

What else could he say? He could either go along with it, see where it took him and how he would change with different opportunities, or he could pretend that the whole thing hadn’t happened and go back to writing basic porn for a limited audience. There really wasn’t a middle ground; all he could do was go forward and hope that he could find a way to make things better for himself.

“I’d say that I want a guaranteed place in the writer’s room,” he said.

“Done.”

“And whenever it comes to the hypno-stuff, I get to write as well as star in it; I get veto on how this stuff is portrayed.”

“…Heh. I was hoping that you’d ask for something like that. Presley’s desperate enough that he’ll give you that, too.”

“…Think I could ask for a bigger signing bonus?”

“Don’t push your luck.”

“Heh…” Draconicon chuckled, nervous but excited. “Alright then. How, uh, when do we start?”

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

Summary: Draconicon goes through his interview properly and finds out something else.

Tags: Asexuality, M/M, Pheromones, Drugged, Aphrodisiac, Mild Hypnosis, Rabbit, Dragon, Draconicon, Lion, Elephant, Porn Studio, Convention, Oral, Anal, Face-sitting, Ball-Huffing, Musk,