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Keith Irons greatly enjoyed his private vacation villa. It rested on the coast of Hawaii and was within a short walk to a beach. The two-story house may as well have been a small manor decorated like a hut, but with modern amenities such as an elaborate kitchen surrounding a granite island table, a private screening room in the basement, and on the top floor, a master bedroom and guest rooms. They each came with a balcony view, as well as an extraordinary view of the Pacific Ocean. This early evening though, Keith was focused on a different form of beauty; a twenty-two-year-old ram dressed in a slutty green bikini. He was currently leaning out on the back deck’s railing overlooking the beach, sunlight trickling down his lithe back and reflecting off his rear end as he sipped a bottle of sparkling water. His black hair fluttered in the breeze, making him look even more handsome, and yet, he retained a femininity that would make any supposedly straight man question their ironclad sexuality. After taking a discreet picture on his smart phone for posterity, Keith drank his coffee while waltzing up behind the awestruck ram, leaning against the railing up beside him. “What do you think, my boy?” Keith asked. “Is the trip worth it so far?” “I…I still can’t believe I’m in Hawaii…” Puck murmured, then glanced over to the older boar. The enticing young ram formed a smirk. “I mean, you weren’t kidding when you said you enjoy great views. I just thought you were talking about my ass.” “That too,” Keith chortled, then started to sip the rest of his coffee. It all began with an online audition organized by Naughty Twinks International. Up-and-coming amateur male porn actors on either OnlyFollowers or adult streaming platforms would send audition tapes—or digital files, unlike how they used to audition in the old days—to Keith Irons and his producers, who would then choose several of the best picks and offer them exclusive contracts. The fine print included paid time off, dental and health insurance, some sick leave, and a sign-on bonus. Plenty of amateur actors sent in recordings, and plenty didn’t make the cut, but those that did either declined after either being informed about a required drug test or demanding a salary higher than the generous ones offered. In the end, Naughty Twinks ended up hiring four new actors, with only one of them accepting Keith’s offer to vacation at his villa. Two of them already had N.T.I. projects in the works while the other actor was enduring a family emergency, but they all expressed keen interest in getting to know their new employer in the future. Intimately too. Much like Puck was doing at the present moment. “So, Puck,” Keith asked, “you ready to talk about the potentials of working for me? For Naughty Twinks International?” The ram gave a coy smile. “Already?” he asked, then confidently placed a soft hand on the right leg of the boar’s swimming shorts. Said boar held back a pleasured squeal as his cock began tenting. “Oh, but we just got here. Don’t you want to get to know me first before we talk about contracts…Daddy?” Already, Keith Irons knew he liked the lad and seductively licked his lips. “You’re quite eager, aren’t you,” he teased. “But to answer your question, like I said in the email…No, we’re not at the contract stage yet. Consider this trip another audition of sorts. The preliminaries.” He winked. “But the video I sent you,” Puck argued playfully, the ram fully aware he and the boar were flirting and playing a sensual game. “Did I not impress you enough?” Oh, Puck impressed the boar alright. Out of all candidates who filmed every bare centimeter of themselves, naked and penetrating themselves in every different orifice, Keith found Puck’s audition video the most creative. The old DILF lost track of how many times he’d rewound the submitted digital file, jacking off to the sexy ram as he showed off to the camera and his faraway audience. The mere sounds recorded convinced Keith he was Naughty Twinks material. Plus, Puck already possessed a sizable following online. “You did,” Keith teased in his gruff voice, “but I want to see more of what you got. Dildos are one thing, but can you take real cock like a champion, boy?” Puck flashed a smile up at the older mammal. “I don’t know, can you handle me?” he asked. “Your legs’ll be jelly and your stomach full of my piglets by the time we’re done here,” Keith retorted. Puck giggled. The boar was tempted to take him and ravage the handsome young man against the railing but then reminded himself the vacation was just as much about business as pleasure, if not more. He clearly liked the lad. The lad clearly liked him back. A mutual understanding still needed to be established, however. “By the way, we don’t need to do this if you feel uncomfortable,” Keith informed Puck, his tone warmer and comforting. “You’re still gonna be a Naughty Twinks actor either way. We’ll even negotiate a fair salary later. I’m all about consent though. Just say the word, and we can stop the role playing.” “Of course, Mr. Irons.” Puck grinned earnestly, nodding. “The safe word is ‘Honolulu’.” “Perfect, and please call me Keith,” he replied. The boar felt his tail wiggle with excitement. “Or ‘Daddy’, whichever works for you, Puck.” “Okay, Daddy!” A subtle flash of mischief crossed the ram’s ocean-blue eyes. He scooted along the railing to lean closer to his future employer, then casually reached down to squeeze Keith’s thick cock. It hardened instantly through the swimming trunks. “Or should I call you ‘Grandpa’, old man?” “Ohohohoho, being a little brat now, are we?” Keith flashed his fangs back at the herbivore. “You ought to respect to your elders.” “Oh? But why should I?” Puck smirked while stroking him through the fabric. “What are you gonna do to little old me if I don’t?” Truth be told, Keith Irons held very little tolerance regarding pornographic actors with prima donna personalities. Not only did their entitled behaviors irritate him, but every so often, it could directly interfere with production and even post-production work. Being good at faking an orgasm or inducing multiple ones in multiple people while making decent money somehow made people think they were an A-list celebrity for some fucking reason. Especially fresh amateurs, who already thought they were hot shit with a sizable online following. Thank God Puck didn’t seem like one of those types of lads. In his audition video, Puck mentioned being energetic, proudly and flamboyantly gay, as well as wanting to portray a playfully spoiled character for feature projects. In fact, he sometimes tapped into that spoilt energy in some videos. And Keith was more than happy to indulge the ram’s desires as much as the ram clearly wanted to indulge in him. With a bit of fun, of course. “What am I gonna do?” Keith echoed his question. “Boy, didn’t your father ever discipline you? Didn’t he ever teach you manners?” Puck shrugged inanely, like he’d just been given a lecture. “Not really.” Keith raised a coy eyebrow. “Oh?” Puck giggled before taking a final swig of his sparkling water, sucking it down to the last drop and then exhaling like a virgin stroking his first cock. The ram sensually licked his refreshed lips with a dark pick tongue and then casually tossed the plastic bottle onto the beach. “Oops,” he snickered and winked, one hand still stroking through the boar’s swimming trunks. “I littered. On your property. Whatcha gonna do about it?” Keith Iron exhaled through his nostrils and pulled his crotch reluctantly away from the velvet palm, stepping down the wooden stairs to grab the plastic bottle and swiftly return on back deck. The boar’s boner throbbed with lust and anger. He seethed and huffed as the brat snickered at his diligence in keeping the beach clean. Without a beat, Keith tossed the garbage in a recycling bin kept nestled by the villa’s outdoor grill, then approached the skimpy ram from behind to lewdly grasp at an exposed ass cheek. Puck gasped for real, his tail wagging as he gazed at the taller mammal. Keith reached over to grab the lad by his G-string, pulling him over and coping another feel in the process. As the indignant yet giggling ram followed the boar down the steps onto the beach, the former went to work on the latter, untying the green knot that held the G-string and peeling it off quickly—revealing the youngster’s surprising foot-long dick and orange-sized balls dangling beneath—like a magician with a tablecloth. He did the same with his own shirt and swimming trunks, tossing them aside and pulling the ram into his bulky embrace. Keith and Puck shared a short kiss. The boar dominated the less experienced lad with his thick tongue until copious saliva drooled down their chins. Puck swooned and then found himself turned around with his back cradled against his employer’s large stomach. Something incredibly hard and throbbing touched his entrance once the ram spread his legs wide enough. “Lubed already, huh?” Keith hummed amusedly. “When did you get ready?” “I’m not long after we came here and I changed out of my clothes. You were in the bathroom.” The old boar flared his nostrils with lust while aiming his member. “Such a ready slut. You’re gonna do just fine.” Gasping from the welcomed intrusion, Puck squeezed hard around that pig cock. His legs trembled from every inch. Hot air tickled the back of his sensitive neck, and Keith lapped hungrily at his exposed shoulder—tasting him—before bucking his wide hips in short, savoring thrusts. The ram had made it known in his audition video how much he liked older men and Keith was no exception. Plus, there was the additional thrill of having sex out in the open, where are potential beachgoer or a boat on the distant horizon could spot him getting penetrated from behind by a perverted boar old enough to be his grandparent. The thought alone made Puck incredibly hard and his heavy balls churn. Keith squealed and steadily humped himself deeper inside the lad. Their legs trembled, and the boar’s fingers held onto those wonderful hips with every push. If he had been a much younger man in his prime, and if he had an open schedule, Keith felt for certain that he would have lasted much longer out on the beach. Except it had been almost six days since he masturbated, let alone was able to have an illicit hook up. It had been a busy quarter at N.T.I. too. So, with his shaft pulsating to its limits and his scrotum slapping hard against those beautiful, brown-furred cheeks, Keith Irons shuddered. He emptied the load inside the ram. Seconds later and he nearly collapsed onto the ground. After planting several long kisses on the back of the tender neck, he slowly withdrew his spent member. “Goddamn…You’re an angel…” he muttered. “Heh…You struggling to keep going, ya pervy old man?” Puck craned his neck slightly and stuck his tongue out. A flip switched inside of the still-energetic pig upon hearing those words. “I expected the CEO—” Thank God for second winds. Possibly even third ones, if there was time later. “Indoors,” Keith huffed directly into the ram’s left ear. He squeezed hard on his ass cheek like he’d won it in an auction. “I’m gonna teach a spoiled little twerp like you some real manners.” “O-O-Okay!” Puck squeaked half-excitedly, half-scared. The poor herbivore didn’t know what he had gotten himself into. Without letting go of the alluring ass, Keith guided the giggling ram up the steps of the back porch and into the villa. After they closed the door, the boar led Puck past the kitchen and straight for the basement. “What, ya gonna take me to your creepy-ass dungeon?” Puck mocked. “Not exactly,” Keith admitted. “I actually never had a chance to set up one yet.” “Then what are…woah…” Puck fell silent as he and the boar entered what looked like an indoor theater. Except it was not nearly as large and was only comprised of luxury sofas instead of proper seating. And in front of one sofa sat an ottoman with an item strapped on it. A small remote and an egg-shaped object resting beside a larger TV remote and a bottle of liquid that Puck immediately recognized as lube (lavender-scented). Keith unceremoniously sat himself naked on the central sofa in front of the ottoman, nudging it closer and grabbing the items to place them on his right. Puck almost sat down to his left before the lecherous old boar held up a hand. “Ah, ah, ah,” Keith tsked. “Across my knees. A brat like you deserves a good spanking.” Puck made an overdramatic gasping noise. “Seriously, old man?” “Hey, what did I tell you about respect around here?” Keith asked. “Bratty actors like you need to learn some discipline. Proper etiquette. The only good thing a foul mouth is good for is eating cock and taking it all day long.” He pointed to his crotch. “Over my knees. Now.” Puck complied. Under the low lighting of the screening room, Keith soaked in the limber back and athletic glutes of the naked lad seemingly at his mercy. Puck huffed and puffed and squirmed, trying to keep pretending to be riled up, only to reveal his horniness by flexing his cheeks apart and letting his fluffy tail wag fiercely. It wouldn’t quit tapping the back of his employer’s hand. Not as Keith squeezed each alluring ass cheek. Speaking of which, he leaned down to murmur, “Are you alright with me spanking you?” Craning his neck to look over his shoulder, Puck let out an immature laugh. “Having memory troubles already? You read my likes and dislikes, hehe.” Keith gave a slightly serious expression. The ram momentarily dropped the persona. “I’m fine with it,” Puck assured him, then began to giggle immaturely. “Go ahead. Punish your naughty boy…Granddaddy—AH! Oh, yeah!” Keith Irons loved spanking. Years of embracing his homosexuality and decades of having intimate sexual partners had transformed the British boar into an expert in turning the palest of sensitive cheeks into a glowing pair of baboon buttocks. He held back though on his swings and only gave a dozen or so timed strikes. This was just the second helping before dessert. Those beautiful globes jiggled from each impact until they went still on the final spank. The ram’s tail practically kept smacking the hand once it spread those slightly reddened cheeks apart to admire what quivered between. Warm cum from earlier still leaked from it. “Ha! Is that all you got?” Puck snickered defiantly, despite blushing and sporting an incredible hard on that pressed against Keith’s bulge. “I’ve had nuns with rulers spank me harder than that!” “Wait until you join the cast of one of my Red Hot Catholic Love movies,” Keith warned with a decadent grin. “But no, that wasn’t your punishment.” Keith licked his lips, then let go to grab the bottle of lube to his right and open it with a flick of a thumb. “You’ll see though, soon as I get you ready…” Puck shivered when a few drops landed within his filled crevice. “Eeesh, that’s cold!” he squeaked. “Sorry,” Keith chuckled, then probed his slick finger slowly inside the lad. He could feel his own seed around his thick digit. “Mmm, still tight. You sure you weren’t a virgin earlier?” “Ahhhngh…” Puck gasped and then chortled as he squirmed atop the boar’s knees. “Yes, Daddy…” His perky nipples poked through the green fabric of his bikini, his directed smile enticing Keith and his growing bulge tempting the boar. The audition video had shown the lad possessed an impressive member, but Keith was more interested in doing something else. “D-Deeper…Deeper…” Puck begged, shifting his ass closer to the boar’s hand. “Please.” “There, there. Patience, boy.” He swiftly withdrew his drenched fingers and snagged the butt plug, the boar using his left hand to gently pet the back of the ram’s head of flowing black hair while tenderly pushing the sex toy inside. “Mmmmm. Now, if you truly wish work for me at Naughty Twinks, I have a simple task for you to do. I’m gonna be watching test footage of a new movie my company is going to release in a couple months. It’s an artsy piece about a slutty poodle, traveling to California for a singing career and sleeping around with various colorful characters along the way.” The film’s director actually used to be a rising Hollywood cinematographer. She’d done a few decent movies and at least one box office success before unfortunately getting blacklisted from the industry. She eventually found steady employment with Keith. The sex toy slipped to the rest of the way inside, the diamond end sparkling between the spread cheeks clenching around the girth. “Ah! Ohhhhhhhh, that’s big…” Puck moaned. “Anyway,” the boar drawled while encouraging the lad to his feet, “I’m gonna be making editing notes, and while I’m doing that, you’ll be tending to my cock the entire time. And while you’re worshipping my cock, boy,” he lifted up the remote and set the device to its lowest setting, which produced a noticeable shiver from Puck, “I’ll be occasionally testing this out at random settings. If you go too slow, it goes up a notch. Go too fast and I’ll tune it up to the highest setting. The entire time, you’re gonna keep me entertained while I work. I wanna see how much endurance you can go through while at my company. Got it?” Shock as well as a glint of mischievous lust filled those beautiful blue orbs. The ram grinned. “Yessir!” He fell to his knees (stifling a moan when he felt the toy) and settled his head between his new employer’s spread legs. Already, the boar cock resting in front of his nose, started to thicken and rise up. “Ready when you are, boss.” Turning on the large screen, and then starting up the test footage, Keith chuckled. “Excellent. Now chop, chop, cocksleeve. We both got work to do.” The boar sighed in deep pleasure as the film began, and those beautiful lips wrapped around his dick. Puck was going to make a fantastic addition to the employment roster at Naughty Twinks International. He just knew it.