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

Chapter 4

Sponsored by GlynWolf

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

As the porno wound down, showing three rabbit females with their asses in the air and dripping cum from their gaping holes, Draconicon leaned back in the hotel bed and idly squeezed his dick. He was just hard enough to be leaking, but not anywhere close to getting off. As he stroked his hand up and down his shaft, he glanced at the notepad on the nightstand.

"...Probably good enough," he muttered, looking away from the sixth page of notes he'd taken on the movie. "I mean, probably didn't need to get that in-depth about the whole thing..."

As the screen started to go black, a narrative scrawl started running up from the bottom of the screen. The black dragon looked away, taking his hand off his dick and stretching out. The soft pops along his spine and his shoulders told him how much it was needed.

[i]Never thought that I'd legit spend an afternoon just watching a porn film...[/i]

Then again, it was probably going to be part of his job going forward. He wondered if Presley and Orinda knew how much easier it was to watch these things when you weren't jerking off to them.

[i]Probably not for them, though...[/i]

Draconicon pushed at his thoughts, doing his best to keep them from going down the track that led to more depression and self-loathing. Just because he didn't work the same as the average allosexual person didn't mean that he was a 'bad' person. It just meant that he was different. Had to remember that. Had to.

Shaking his head, he pulled the notebook over. His dick gradually softened over his thigh as he flicked back to the start of his notes, going over the contents of the movie.

"Butt Bandits, a story about rabbits being brought low by the bandits that have been menacing their village. A commentary on the speciesism that is occasionally true, and how some rabbits were able to resist the instincts of their ancestors and others could not. Bla bla bla, various fetish scenes, reminder that bunnies have some very sexy feet, how their asses are pretty well-suited to this - right, that one about Kenzie getting a little too into his scenes despite resisting..."

The movie hadn't been bad, all things considered. Any and all porno movies tended to be pretty stupid as a blanket movie feature when one got right down to it, but that was what you expected putting one on. Most people didn't watch porn for the plot - unlike him - and you could get away with it for the most part. People didn't have to be amazing actors with great timing and all that when it came to porn.

But if the studio wanted to use his talents...well, he would do what he could in the writing room when Presley wasn't shoving him out onto the acting set.

He'd made a few notes about the film. The bunny speciesism was pretty hot, but he had to admit that there were some problematic bits embedded among the kink. There were ways to show that there were bunnies that eroticized their past and couldn't let go of it without going full-on 'All bunnies are sluts.' They were halfway there already with some of the bunnies getting away at the end and the others getting trapped as the 'butt-sluts' of the big bads, but they could have taken that even further.

Other bits, like how the angles of the camera didn't allow quite as good a view for the anal-penetration and how the footjobs were a little on the amateur side, were much more minor points. Other things - like the plot points and why the bandits were doing what they were doing - he already knew would likely be dismissed. Even Orinda would be annoyed at some of them, and she was the studio-head most on his side.

[i]Studio head...porn studio...god, I never thought I'd be here...[/i]

Draconicon put the notepad off to the side, shaking his head again as he folded his hands over his lap. His cock had since gone soft, sagging over his balls and letting the last of his pre-cum dribble down to the sheets. The porno was off, now, and the screen blank. He stared at it for a moment, just imagining how his life was going to be different.

Well, hopefully different. Today would be his first day, and that meant that they'd all find out whether he actually fit in at Erotica Impossible or not.

Ring ring.

Ring ring.

Grabbing his cell from the nightstand, he flipped it open and pressed it to his head.

"Hello?"

"[i]Hey, Drac, it's Kenzie. Gonna be at the hotel in five minutes. You ready?[/i]"

"Uh, will be. Do I need to shower first, or -"

"[i]Nah, Orinda said that medical is gonna get you all sweaty, anyway. Probably won't mind a head start.[/i]"

"Right..."

"[i]Don't worry. It's just a check-up and a sample-collection. Presley wants your sweat and stuff studied so we know everything going on in-house. You know, just basic stuff.[/i]"

Considering that it had already been rather invasive back at the convention, he could only imagine what studio-medical would want out of him. And knowing how Presley was all kinds of interested in how his pheromones worked and how it could get some different scenes going on-set, he wouldn't be surprised if the lion started trying to make some of it on his own. Synthesized dragon pheromones could go all kinds of wrong.

And yet, at the same time, what was he going to do? Say no? That'd get him kicked out real quick.

"I'll be ready."

"[i]See you soon, big guy. Can't wait.[/i]"

#

He didn't know why he expected a limo, but when Kenzie drove up in a regular car, he was relieved. Much as they were bending rules for him, it was nice to know that he wasn't some sort of super-star that'd get that sort of treatment. Things were still semi-normal. As normal as it could be for a brand-new employee to a porn studio, at least.

As he got in the passenger seat, the white-furred rabbit beside him chuckled. Draconicon paused in the middle of pulling on his seatbelt, then pointed at the rabbit's face.

"Where's your mask?"

"Oh, come on. It's not that bad - hey, why are you rolling down the window?"

"I am [i]not[/i] being the passenger for a musk-drunk driver."

"Oh, come [i]on.[/i] It's not like I actually get drunk."

"Only because they don't have rules about that yet. You're driving sober. You could barely walk back at the hotel after getting a whiff of me."

"...Spoilsport."

"I like living, thank you very much."

The rabbit rolled his eyes as he pulled out of the hotel parking lot, but didn't argue further.

It still felt surreal to be going somewhere where he'd probably have to get naked and fuck someone. Draconicon did his best not to think about that, to just think of him and Kenzie as a pair of friends that were going somewhere for a meal or to hang out. After all, they were dressed normally, both of them in jeans, him in a t-shirt and the rabbit in a tank-top. Both of them barefoot, as well. They could have been going basically anywhere, but instead -

Well, fuck, it was in his head now. They were going to the studio, going to work, and he was probably going to have to get his dick out and put it in someone. That was still [i]so[/i] weird.

"So..."

"Hmm?" Kenzie asked, turning onto the freeway.

"How much do you get paid?"

"Heh, that depends on the movie, the role, and how well the movie does," the rabbit said. "The least I've gotten paid for a movie is $300. The most was $10k."

Draconicon whistled.

"Yeah, well, don't expect most of them to score that high. Erotica Impossible does pretty good, but most of the time, we're just trying to make sure to keep the lights on. A lot of the little projects we do are custom jobs, things the well-off customers send in as requests and commissions. Only one or two person things, like officially-released stuff that you'd find on someone's OnlyFans, but it's still enough to keep the money coming in."

"I...see."

"Heh, I bet you get a lot of people asking for that."

"...Maybe a few," he muttered, looking out the window.

"Oh? Sounds like a story there, big guy. Come on, how many times have you given out dick pics?"

"..."

"More or less than a hundred?"

"...More," Draconicon muttered, rubbing his forehead. "Probably...three times that."

"Heh, dedicated fans."

"Delusional, more like," he said, sighing. "Look. I know that we're going to be working on porn together, and I know that I've been pumping out porn stories to make a living, but that doesn't mean that I get into it the same way that you do. I'm still -"

"I know, I know. Orinda explained. Asexual and all that. You ain't attracted to people, and that means that you don't just get off the same way that we do. But seriously, you're a stud, and it's hot that you get to show off to that many people."

"...Thanks."

"So, anything you [i]did[/i] like showing off? I mean, I get not being attracted to other people, but I bet there's something you like about other people being attracted to you."

"Well..."

"Like, when it's consequence-free and all that."

"...You're not wrong there."

He rubbed his forehead. That was the sort of thing that did work more often than not; the idea of having someone else admiring him, not having the obligation to do something for them in return, and just enjoying the back and forth banter was something that he could get into, at least to an extent. He was far more of an exhibitionist than he was a voyeur, but there was something there, something he could work on.

"So?" Kenzie asked.

"Honestly, it was more just...showing off in general. I did like people seeing my dick, and the comments that they'd leave on the posts -"

"You posted this shit?"

"Private social media."

"Damn, I'm missing out."

"Well, get used to missing out; I'm probably going to have to close that working with Erotica Impossible."

"Probably not; the bosses will want to keep those fans. But continue."

"Uh...yeah. I just...liked posting stuff. Sometimes my cock and balls, sometimes close-ups of one or the other, sometimes my ass - god, the number of people that have things to say about dragon ass."

"Heh, I bet you had a ton of people wanting to eat it."

"You have no idea..."

Face-sitting had been a huge thing for a number of his clients, and while he didn't have some sort of hyper-muscular ass the way that some of them begged for in the writing, they were more than happy to imagine being under his. Mostly when it was sweaty. He usually took pictures fresh out of the shower to simulate that water-dripping effect, but good lord, the public was thirsty for that.

"Anything else?" Kenzie said, turning off the freeway.

"Yeah. Feet."

"Knew it. Foot dragon."

"Stop it."

"Fooooooot dragon."

"Shut up."

"Foot -"

"Say it one more time, and I'll 'foot-dragon' your ass right out the window."

"..."

"Thank you."

#

They eventually pulled up to a small collection of warehouses on the side of a lake. The waterfront view wasn't brilliant, but the fact that they had it at all, combined with the amount of land that the warehouses were on, left the dragon wondering how they had managed to get this place at all. He could only imagine the investment that this sort of location would have demanded, and how long it had taken them to start earning it back. If they had at all.

Kenzie checked in at the gate with a gorilla guard, then drove them to the rear parking lot. There were a dozen other cars back there, some of them looking cheap, others high-end and clearly well-secured to keep them safe from anyone that happened to walk by. The rabbit pulled the key from the ignition, but before they could get out, reached over and fondled Draconicon's crotch.

"Sooooooo..."

"You cannot be serious."

"Come on. It's just one sniff. What's the harm?"

"Isn't that the whole point of me reporting to the local doctor, to find out?"

"I've been thinking about it since that night in the hotel. I'm fine; I just...really liked that feeling of being completely zonked out."

"..."

"Come on. Just one sniff. Just to see what it's like."

Draconicon groaned, leaning his head against the headrest of the seat. He knew this was a bad idea; Kenzie had an addictive personality, Orinda had flat-out said that during the convention. The rabbit probably was a junkie to all things pleasurable, and was probably looking for the next big thing every minute of every day.

One good sniff was probably going to turn into two, and if he had to keep getting rides, he wouldn't be surprised if the white rabbit started climbing all over him asking for it. He really, really should give it a little more time, wait until they had full studies done of all the samples that they took, just to make sure that there wasn't anything in his sweat and pheromones that would really hurt the rabbit.

And yet...

And yet, at the same time, the possibilities of nudging people around like that really did hit him hard. It gave him a 'story' to follow, a role to take, something that put him further from being part of the whole scenario. It wasn't enough to make him attracted to Kenzie, but it was enough to give him a hard-on, and enough to tent his jeans at the thought of it as the rabbit kept groping him.

"Fine," he muttered.

"Hell yes."

"But - but!" He grabbed the rabbit's wrist before he could pull the zipper down. "I'm in charge."

"Deal."

"And I make this happen, my way."

"If that's what it takes."

He grabbed Kenzie by the ears and got a good cinched grip near the base of them. The rabbit yelped as he was tugged back, the dragon utilizing the size difference between them to get a good hold, and only then did he pull down his zipper. It took a little finessing to wiggle his pants down with just one hand, but he managed it eventually, and his cock -

Sproing.

It was so different to feel it just [i]jump[/i] out like that. Oh, he could get hard, no problem, but staying hard once he was actually with someone was always the difficult part. He huffed under his breath, shivering as he felt his cock twitching, bouncing up a little bit before coming back down. The sheer feeling of stiffness was...certainly pleasing, particularly with Kenzie looking at it so hungrily.

[i]He doesn't want anything but a sniff. Not a fuck, nothing like that. You don't have to find him hot. You just gotta let him have a little breath.[/i]

And oddly enough, that was enough to keep him...okay. A little better than okay, actually; that was a little bit hot.

Keeping a tight grip on those ears, he lowered the rabbit's face bit by bit toward his crotch. He saw the way that Kenzie kept flaring his nose, knowing that the rabbit really wanted that crotch-musk, wanted to huff away at his balls and his dick and the moist scales down there. He knew that he'd probably been played: Kenzie had likely asked him not to shower before coming just to get a good sniff down there, get a stronger hit of the musk.

Well, if that was what the rabbit wanted...

He jammed Kenzie down, covering the last bit of distance with a shove. He mashed the rabbit right under his balls, holding him against the damp scales and making him take a nice, long breath.

Huff.

Huff.

Huff.

"Mmmmmmmmph..."

And just like that, Kenzie went almost completely limp. Not dead to the world the way that he had been in the hotel room, nor completely out of it, but Draconicon could tell when someone had really gotten a hit of something potent. He knew a dragon that loved weed, and knew a few others that liked to get drunk every weekend, and he knew when the good stuff hit. Kenzie was flying on it.

One breath was all he'd promised, and he kept to that, dragging the white rabbit back from his groin. Kenzie groaned, muttering something under his breath, but he didn't fight it. Honestly, he probably couldn't, not when he was that out of it. The dragon flicked the door open, pushed the rabbit out, and then shut the door again, clicking the lock shut and holding the door in place.

When Kenzie calmed down enough to sober up, Draconicon finally got out of the car himself. His driver chuckled, rubbing his dick through his pants.

"Fuuuuuuck, that's hot."

"I will never understand people like you."

"Heh, that's a lie. The stuff you write says you already do."

"...Correction. I will never be able to think like you do."

"[i]That[/i] I can believe. I mean, if I were you, and I had the ability to get people this wound up and stupid? I'd be taking all kinds of advantage."

"And that says that it's probably a good thing that you can't. Now...medical?"

"Right. This way."

Kenzie led him between the warehouses, then toward one of the small, assembled buildings that were attached to the larger, pre-made ones. It was something between an out-building classroom at a high school and a more temporary office one would find at a construction site, and he couldn't help but feel a bit wary as they approached the front door with a red cross over it.

"Hey, Hari! I brought him!" Kenzie called out.

"Hari?" Draconicon asked.

"You'll see," the rabbit said, chuckling. "Best medic that I've ever had."

"...That implies that you've had to have a few."

"Look, you don't get into a job like this without making a number of really stupid choices. Hari just happens to be good at making me better afterward."

Not sure what to think, Draconicon followed the rabbit into the smaller building. There were six beds further back, each one with its own curtain to block it off, a desk between them and the thankfully empty infirmary, and -

"Ah. I can see why Presley was so excited..."

And a panther that sat at the desk, wearing a white lab coat and nothing else. Draconicon glanced down, briefly, at the panther's cock hanging out over his chair, then brought his eyes back up to the yellow orbs looking back at him. He cleared his throat.

"I apologize. I'm still...getting used to all this."

"I'm sure. It's quite the adjustment to make, going from normal life to sensual life."

"That's one way to put it. Hari?"

"Yes. And you are..."

"Drac, or, Draconicon if you want the full name."

"Yes, I assumed as much. Kenzie, you can go."

"But -"

"Go."

The panther dismissed the rabbit with a palm-down brush-off. Surprisingly, the rabbit listened, darting out the door and heading off to...well, one of the warehouses, the dragon imagined. Considering how Kenzie was billed as one of the stars, he imagined that the rabbit had a fair bit of work here.

"Insatiable," he muttered.

"Yes, quite," Hari said with a small smile. "Anyway. I apologize if you've been kept waiting by his antics. We all do like him, but..."

"Young?"

"Mm. Quite."

Draconicon had noticed the small silver strands that stood out on the sides of Hari's muzzle. He couldn't quite clock the panther's age, but he'd guess somewhere between his early to late forties, maybe even as far as his early fifties. Not so late that he couldn't be part of the show, but definitely someone that would start taking a background role where he could. That said -

He glanced down at the panther's cock again, then back up at his face. He tapped his chin, hesitated a moment, then decided to ask.

"Butt Bandits, as the good bandit?"

"Ah, you've seen it. Heh. One of the roles I had when I was a little younger, I admit, but I believe it holds up."

"One of the better films in the catalog, honestly. Had a decent plot, if a little dated with the overdone speciesism."

"It was porn, but...I suppose, these days, it would be filmed differently."

Deciding not to get into that, Draconicon gestured toward the beds, and Hari led him along. They went to the one at the back, and the panther asked him to get out of his clothes. As the dragon stripped down, the doctor pulled on a face-mask, taping down the bits around the edges. Draconicon bit off a sigh of relief at that; at least someone was taking this whole thing more seriously.

Once his clothes were off, folded, and set to the side, Draconicon got as comfortable as he could. He spread his legs a bit, his balls falling off the side of the cot and dangling down, and his cock hung forward and halfway down, curving downward under its own weight. Hari nodded, pulling out his phone and taking a few pictures.

"Personal, or -"

"Documentation for your employee medical records," the panther said, nodding. "Just in case anything happens during filming, we know what you're supposed to look like."

"Does that...happen often?"

"The occasional too-eager thrust can end up ripping the skin on a penis, yes, as well as other injuries if we're not taking the time to do it properly."

He winced.

"Indeed. Now, if you wouldn't mind."

Hari directed him from pose to pose. Starting with just holding his cock up to keep his balls exposed, Draconicon kept having to shift position to show off one thing or another. He had to stroke himself to get an erection, making sure to pull his foreskin back to show off the head to the panther, and then turning his cock from one angle to another to get it properly documented. He had to sit down with his legs spread wide, then lean back with his knees to his chest as the panther leaned in and spread his cheeks.

Click.

Click.

Click.

It was definitely a different feeling to have someone's fingers on either side of his pucker as a camera went off. Each click was almost like a physical flicker of sensation across his ass, and he bit his lips as the doctor rubbed a finger down from his balls to his rim, teasing a circle around it.

"A little experience?" Hari asked.

"Some."

"How big?"

"Uh...biggest was about ten inches long, three wide."

"Quite respectable for someone with a shaft like yours."

"Well...trying out everything. Hoping something works."

"Yes, Orinda explained your orientation."

"Does everyone know about that already?" Draconicon muttered.

"It was something of an addition to the quarterly sensitivity seminar," the panther said, chuckling as he pulled his finger back. "But it was good to learn something new. I had never heard of it before she explained it, so it was nice to know that it existed."

At least that meant that he had some back-up if anyone decided to make a stink about him being a hard partner to work with. The bosses themselves had hired him, and everyone had been informed about what it meant to work with an ace partner. As long as he kept up his side of the bargain -

"Any allergies?" Hari asked.

"Hmm?"

"Any allergies to medications, or..."

"Uh, none that I know of."

"Good. There are times when Presley has me dispense some 'supplements' to the cast, and I don't want to accidentally dose you with something that you can't handle."

"...Are you saying that you just spread little blue pills around the crew?"

"Among other things," the panther admitted.

Draconicon groaned, but at the same time, his cock twitched for the first time in a while. The idea of being 'forced' to have an erection, to be used as a thing rather than a person...It did hit his submissive side, just as treating someone else as a customizable object via the pheromones hit his dominant side.

Life was confusing. Very confusing.

"That all you need?" Draconicon asked as he sat up again.

"Photo-wise, I believe so. Presley will want to get a photoshoot with you soon, so you'll be in front of the camera again before long, but those are all the pictures I need."

"Anything else?"

"Blood, urine, and a few samples for the pheromone tests."

"...Right."

"Let me get the heat-lamps."

Draconicon shifted from side to side as the panther left. He didn't know how or why this part bothered him and aroused him at the same time, but it did. He felt like he shouldn't be this turned on about something that could fuck with someone so much, but at the same time...

Well, Kenzie was right. There was a temptation to fuck with people, and a part of him [i]really[/i] wanted to, sometimes. Not because anyone specifically had his interest, but because he'd get an idea in the back of his head - some scenario, some random story, some concept that he'd like to see acted out for real - and then he'd remember that he [i]could[/i] make someone do it. They just needed to be close enough to him to get hit by the scent, and...and...

He sighed, rubbing his forehead. Go figure. He'd been asexual for this long, getting by via getting off on ideas, and now, there was a way to make ideas real.

[i]Wonder if Hari does therapy, as well?[/i]

He put that out of his head as the door opened and the panther returned. Hari set up four heat lamps, two pointed forward, two pointed up, and pulled a chair with various cut-outs on it over. The panther gestured for him to take a seat, and the dragon did, feeling his ass cheeks spreading from the pressure of the pads around the hole in the back, and his cock sinking through another hole.

The soft hum and puff of the heaters wafted the heat up to his cock, balls, and asshole, and it didn't take long for him to start shivering a bit, feeling an odd sense of sensuality from the rising, heated air. Being a dragon, there was no real discomfort from it, but it was a bit like the times that he had used wax in a vain attempt to try and explain what he liked and what he didn't like to himself. The heat, the sense that there 'should' be discomfort, added to the weird kinkiness of the situation, and it didn't take long for his cock to start rising from it.

It only got worse as the panther positioned the other two lamps by his feet. The heater pumping hot air at his soles actually [i]did[/i] get his cock rock hard, leaving him with a dick twitching further and further upward as his balls started to get shinier and shinier from sweat. Draconicon groaned under his breath, shaking his head.

"Don't tell Presley, but I'm thinking of being suspended over candles right now, and that's...actually getting to me just a little bit," he muttered.

"That would be quite the sight," Hari agreed, "but your secret is safe with me. For now, just relax. It seems that we'll have sufficient sweat to harvest your pheromones shortly."

He imagined they would. The heat was definitely starting to make him feel a bit...slick back there, he had to admit, and the scales along his balls and between his cheeks were definitely getting damp. He imagined what someone would see if they were looking at it from behind or below him, and could only imagine the sheen on the dark scales.

[i]That's something to keep in mind...[/i]

Then the q-tips came out.

Draconicon bit his lips as Hari dragged them under and between his toes, picking up enough little droplets of sweat to soak the q-tip clear through. He clenched his hands tight against the chair as the panther spread his cheeks a bit further and dragged another in a circle around his sweaty - but otherwise clean - rim. The dragon barely managed to keep from huffing as the panther sampled both of his balls and - very gently - inside of his foreskin, but he managed it.

Yet, through it all, there was enough teasing and weird thoughts and fantasies that he stayed rock hard through the whole experience. He was trembling as the panther packed the q-tips into the sample jars, and some part of him almost wanted Hari to say something...

Or to see what would happen if the controlled panther ended up taking a breath of the pheromones.

[i]No, no, no, that's not a good idea...I don't want him excited, and I don't want to be seen that way, not really. It's just an interesting story.[/i]

"There we go," Hari said, sealing the last jar shut. "That'll be everything I need."

"Can I get dressed now?"

"Dressed? I'm afraid not; Presley found me on the way back and said that he wanted you now."

"...Are you serious?"

"Quite so."

"...Goddammit."

"So, leave your clothes here, I'll see to them, and you head down to the photography studio. The boss wants to make sure that you have a proper portfolio."

"Great...just...great..."

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

Summary: Drac reports for his first day at the studio.

Tags: M/M, Dragon, Draconicon, Asexuality, Panther, Rabbit, Medical Check, Pheromones, Heat Lamps, Mind Control, Fuckery, Series, Porn Studio, Prep, Exhibitionism,