College Debt
#2 of Writing Prompt
This is short. It's a 1000 (ish) word story based on the prompt "First person: You struck a bargain years ago and now you're being asked for a favor to balance the scales and clear your debt."
I chose this week's topic. I wanted something less vague, and a bit more of a challenge for people, and it took me several failed attempts before I found something I liked, and then I had to not go too far over the 1000 word limit.
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"Look, if you don't wanna live up to your end of the bargain, then just you can just pay me back, okay? Simple as that."
I growled low in my throat and clenched both my paws into fists, crushing the paper I'd just read. "Simple? I don't have that kind of money."
"Then show up at the studio tomorrow afternoon and we'll work on your repayment plan. You promised me that you'd work for the company when you graduated."
I had said that. I had said those exact words, but I hadn't meant it in the way my uncle was proposing. The thought of it turned my stomach and I hugged myself close, ears pinning back against my head. "This is so fucked up. I can't do that."
Uncle Terry got up from behind his desk and walked around to sit on the edge, arms crossed over his shoulders. "Look, a deal is a deal. A contract was drawn up and signed, whether you like it or not. You knew what kind of business I run. You knew what you'd probably get asked to do."
"I thought you'd make me a camera man, or make me set up sets!" I complained, face flushed with embarrassment.
The older fox just laughed and leaned forward to clap me on the shoulder, his touch making me shudder in disgust. "Truthfully, I was thinking something along those lines. But that would have taken you a year or two to pay off your debts. And, well, you were kind of a geek when you got out of high school. I didn't expect you to clean up so well in college."
My cheeks turned red under the white fur on my cheeks and I pulled away from him. "Don't hit on me, it's creepy."
"Oh, shut up. I'm not hitting on you. I'm acknowledging that you're attractive and just what I could use right now for some new material. Foxes are back on top, so to speak, and, like it or not, you've got the body of a twink. People would love to see you in film." Uncle Terry walked back around his desk and opened one of the bottom drawers, pulling out of bottle of scotch and two glasses.
"I'm only twenty," I said as he put one of the glasses in front of me.
Terry snorted and took a sip, shaking his head. "Better than the crap you had on campus."
I took the glass, but didn't sip any just yet. I was still trying to wrap my head around the idea of working for my Uncles porn studio. He'd offered to pay for college if I agreed to work at his studio after I graduated, and I had jumped at the chance to get through college without having to worry about loans. I had suspected that I'd have to do some grunt work, maybe work a camera or mic.
"I'm not gay," I muttered, glancing up at him and watching him choke on some of the scotch as he tried not to laugh.
"What?" he asked, beaming across at me and putting the glass down. "What's that got to do with you being one of the stars."
I was getting flustered now. He had to be teasing me. "I'm not gay! All the porn you guys film is gay stuff."
Uncle Terry gave me a patronizing smile and shook his head solemnly. "Oh, kid. That doesn't matter. You're just gonna have to grin and bear it. Fake it until you make it, that sort of thing."
I squirmed in my seat and fiddled with the glass in my paws. This was not the conversation one typically was supposed to have with a blood relative. "How. I mean, how am I supposed to... to uh, fuck someone... if I'm not gay? I don't think I could do that," I said, putting emphasis on the word "do".
The older fox snorted. "There are pills that will keep you hard. Having a knot helps, too. That and cock-rings."
"Oh god." I covered my face with one paw, blushing so hard that it hurt.
"Besides," he continued. "You aren't gonna be the one doing the fucking. You're the twink, kid. You look like a fresh, just-outta-high-school teen and the guys are gonna eat that up. You'll be the one getting fucked."
I nearly spilled the glass of scotch all over myself as my head shot up to look at him, jaw tightening. "Wh-what? You can't be serious! I can't do that! Are you fucking crazy?"
Uncle Terry nearly fell out of his chair he was laughing so hard. He put his head down on his desk, paws smacking the surface. "Oh, boy, your face when I said that..." he said, wiping tears from his eyes. "Like a deer in the headlights. But damn right I'm serious. You're gonna take a dick. Big dicks. Small, cute guys like you take big dicks, moan like whores, and get paid the big bucks."
"But I'm straight!" I protested, starting to panic.
"So? You think you're the only straight guy that's done gay porn? It pays better than straight porn, and it's easy to zone out and picture yourself someplace else if you don't have to be on top." He paused to consider for a moment and shook his head. "A bit harder when you're sucking dick, but hey, it's easy money."
My heart was beating on my ribcage as if it were trapped and wanted to run away. "I have to," I gulped. "Suck someone's dick."
"Kid, you're probably gonna suck a dozen. Maybe even in one film, we'll see what the writers come up with for you." He refilled his glass of scotch and leaned back in his chair, kicking his feet up on the desk.
I already knew that I was stuck. I was going to have to do this whether I wanted to or not. "I haven't ever done any of that. I don't even know how."
"Don't worry, you'll learn."