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Just a small little warning beforehand: This chapter will contain rough and almost rape-like anal sex of a minor. If you're really not into that then read with some caution.

Chapter 2: Addicted to Chaos

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"This is where you work?" Brandon said in borderline awe as we turned into the parking lot of the studio.

"Well," I replied as I pulled into a vacant spot, "not the whole thing. When the movie company that owned this place went bankrupt, they rented out all of the buildings to whoever needed them. We've just got a small one in the middle of the complex that we usually use."

"Who has the other ones?" Brandon asked as I shut off the lights and finally the engine.

"Most of them are used for storage I think," I replied as we both unbuckled our seat belts and got out of the car, "but there's a small local news station that rents out a building. I think one is used as a practice arena for some college sports team as well..."

My son seemed content with that answer as we both made our way through the maze of buildings to our destination. It wasn't all that hard to find really. Kyle and the crew had already set up most of the lighting needed for an outdoor nighttime scene like this one, so we just had to follow the slightly blue glow emanating from between two of the buildings to get to where we needed to go.

"Hey Kyle," I called out when we came into view of the powerful lighting, "hey everyone!" A round of 'hey Jake's' followed suit. "This is Sean," I added in as I pushed my son a little bit forward into the spotlight.

"Hey everyone," Brandon said a little tentatively as all the attention focused in on him. Much to his relief, a round of 'hey Sean's' slowly followed his own introduction.

Kyle, Brandon, and I had decided that it would be best if we were the only ones who knew who Brandon actually was. So, since most of the crew had met my son before, or simply just knew his name, he decided to go by Sean for the entire duration of the movie. He'd be an 18 year old, very inexperienced actor, trying to get a bit of money by being in a few porn movies, and I was going to be his "mentor" through the process (as asked to be by Kyle) in order to teach him a few things I knew about the business and making movies. It felt bad to have to lie to the entire crew about something like this, but I really didn't have a choice unfortunately. This was the only way to ensure that Brandon could still make the movie, but no one would feel the urge to... report us for having minors in a pornographic movie. If they didn't know to begin with, how could they tell anyone?

"Hey there Sean," a friendly voice called out. I look over to see a short and somewhat thin little raccoon slowly making his way towards us. "My name's Kevin, but everyone calls me Kev. It's nice to meet you."

"Hey Kev," Brandon said a bit shyly as he sticks his paw out to give him a shake. After that exchange was over, the next thing out of Kevin's mouth kind of shocked me for a little bit.

"You know," Kev said slowly, "I hope you don't mind me saying this, but you look pretty young..."

I quickly and nervously turned to Brandon to see what he would say in response. But, almost too casually, he said, "That's what I'm here for, right?"

As a smile crossed Kevin's lips, I knew that we were safe... at least for now. "I guess so," he replied with a small chuckle. "So, how'd you get into this business Sean? Especially being as young as you are."

"Well," Brandon replied, "I need the money. Pretty simple, right? And, I've been told by some people that I have a decent looking body, and I'm not all that shy about showing it off, so I figured why not give porn a shot?"

"Have you ever been in one before, or are you a porn "virgin"?" Kevin asked with as straight of a face as possible.

I blushed slightly when Brandon replied with, "I've been in one or two before. Nothing major, just a little bit of gay sex here and there for some small time company..."

"Are you gay?" Kevin asked intrigued.

"No," Brandon replied quickly, "but... it's not the worst thing I ever had to do. And, the pay is fairly good for the amount of work you need to put in."

"So I hear..." the raccoon says back in a sort of disappointed voice. "Anyway, it was nice meeting you. I've still got a few things to set up, but I'm sure that Jake here will be more than happy to show you around the place. He's got plenty of experience with this whole thing."

"I know," Brandon said back with a small grin, "we've talked about a few things already on the drive in."

"Kyle asked me to help him get settled in a bit since he has very little experience with this whole thing," I quickly cut in.

Kevin just smiled and began to walk away, but after taking a few steps he slowly turned back around, gave us both one good look, and suddenly said, "You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that you were father and son in real life... There's definitely some similarity."

"That's why we're here together, right?" I quickly said, going off of Brandon's previous joke.

"Yeah, I guess," Kev said with one last small chuckle before turning around for good this time.

"That was close," I whispered to Brandon when Kevin was out of earshot.

"Nah, we were fine," Brandon said casually just before we heard Kyle shout our names.

"Jake, Sean!" Kyle yelled from across the set, "go see Linda. Hopefully the other guy shows up soon to join you guys there."

I just gave Brandon a small pat on the back before leading him to Linda's "official" make-up room. "You wanna go first or should I?" I asked as we stood outside the door.

"You can go ahead," Brandon said in return. "It won't take that long for you, right?"

"Probably not," I said as I stared at the door. "Just behave yourself out here!"

Small smirks crossed both of our faces as I gave a few gentle knocks on the door and walked in.

"Hey Jake," Linda said as she was busy digging her way through her massive supply of combs, brushes, trimmers, and hair-care products.

"Hey Linda," I said before taking a seat in the familiar chair and waiting for her to find whatever she was looking for. It wasn't long before she made her way over to me, carrying that familiar mane comb in her wing.

"Easy job for you tonight, huh?" She said as she started to style my mane and make it shine.

"Yeah," I replied calmly, "I guess. Just some simple acting to do."

And then, Linda popped the question that I had been waiting for her to ask ever since I walked in. "So, how's the new young lion look? Did he get here yet? Have you met him?"

"He's right outside your door at this very moment," I said carefully. As soon as those words left my mouth, I could see Linda's beak form into an excited grin at the idea of what was to come. Desperate to try and get her to "calm down" before I left Brandon naked and all alone with her, I added in, "He's a decent looking kid, but I'm sure you've seen better."

"Think he has a future in this business?" Linda asked too casually for my liking. But, in order to hide his identity, I had to remain calm as I said, "Not sure. It depends on how he handles himself out there tonight."

With that statement, I was able to change the subject to what was happening in the scene instead of talking about Brandon, and, before I knew it, Linda was done with her treatment on me. As I walked out of the small room, I gave Brandon the sign to go in after me, but, as he walked by, I leaned in and whispered "watch out for her." I could hear him chuckle as he walked into the room and closed the door behind him.

It was a slightly agonizing wait as I stood there and tried to listen to what was going on in the room. The sound didn't carry through the door and wall all that well though, and I was left completely oblivious to what was going on in the room. After a bit of waiting I actually began to get a little bit nervous. Linda was taking her time with him, and, knowing her history, I wasn't sure that I liked it. But, eventually, I saw the door slowly begin to open, and out stepped Brandon. I was a bit shocked at first when I saw him to be honest. Linda had done a really good job on him, and he had come out of her make-up room looking... really good! There was no question in my mind now that he had the body to make it in this business, but that thought made me a little bit uncomfortable to be honest...

As Brandon slowly closed the door behind him, he looked over to me and quietly said, "She's a bit more... thorough than I remember..." with a small smile on his face.

His words broke me out of my shocked state, and I quietly replied with, "She didn't do anything... inappropriate to you, did she?"

Brandon just chuckled a bit before saying, "Other than making sure EVERY tiny piece of my body looked absolutely perfect a few times over? Nah, not really..."

I wasn't sure exactly how to feel about what Brandon told me, but if he didn't seem to mind then it was alright with me... at least until I saw Linda again tomorrow. I made a mental note to give her a small piece of my mind on what I thought about her "thoroughness" as my son and I walked back out onto the set.

As we waited for the crew to set up, and for the other actors to arrive, I took the time to show my son around the place. He knew a little bit about the camera set up and everything like that from previous experience, but, in order to keep up appearances, I explained to him how everything worked once again. He seemed genuinely interested in how all the cameras moved around and such since he never actually getting to see how a full sized production runs before. After showing him around the current set for a bit, I took him inside and showed him our normal studio set up, and the place he'd be shooting the next two scenes in. He was a little bit... unimpressed to be quite honest. I guess he expected much more than a few stages and some random scenery, but we could do a lot with the little that we had. We'd been doing it ever since Kyle started up this company all those years ago.

After showing him around the inside of the building, we decided to head back to the scene, which was almost ready to begin shooting at this point. We were just waiting on one more guy to show up... the other main actor in the scene...

I could see Kyle starting to get a bit nervous, but, if he had gotten anything close to what we talked about, then he probably saw this coming from a mile away. I watched him as he fiddled around with his phone, trying to decide who he should call up in replacement, before someone suddenly stepped into the bright lights radiating down the "alleyway".

He quickly put an arm over his eyes to block out the intense glare from the lights, and, with his vision returning to normal once again, I could see him begin to walk down the alleyway towards us. The first thing I noticed was that he was a wolf: a fairly standard one at that. His mostly white face was lined with grey near the edges, and his canine ears were ready and alert. His overactive tail was also another dead give away to his species...

As he got closer, I began to notice that either his clothing was far too big for him... or he was one skinny wolf. And, as he got even closer, I noticed that both were true. Not only were his clothes too big, but they were also fairly dirty, worn, and very old looking... like he hadn't worn anything else in the past month while he was sleeping out on the street. His faded hoodie and shorts looked like they'd been through hell and back, although, from what I could see of his fur, it looked as if he had taken care of it recently. For the most part, it looked fairly good... as if he had just come out of a nice long shower not too long ago.

It was only when he stopped walking in front of most of the crew that I noticed his most... revealing trait. I thought that he was just a bit nervous when I first saw him walking down the "alleyway", but when he stopped walking it became all to apparent. He had a decent case of the tremors.

As he stood there, his entire body slightly shaking back and forth, he weakly called out, "Hey, this is the shoot, right?"

"The porno shoot you mean?" Jason said loudly, causing anyone who wasn't already looking at the twitching wolf to turn his way.

"Yeah," the wolf's weak voice cracked as he gave his arm a good scratch with his paw, "are you Kyle?"

"No, I'm Kyle," Kyle said as he rushed over to meet him with an outstretched wing.

The wolf carefully took Kyle's wing in his own paw and shook it, his tremors making it a bit awkward for both of them. "Hi," the wolf said weakly once again, "I'm Dave."

"Nice to finally meet you in person Dave," Kyle said as he quickly shook his wing free from the wolf's embrace, giving it a "cleansing shake" before letting it fall back to his side. It was then that he turned over to us and said, "There are the other two main actors in the scene - Jake and Sean. Once you introduce yourself to them, Jake will show you the way to the make-up room. You need to get there as quick as possible. We're almost ready to shoot." As he finished his last sentence, Kyle quickly turned around and sped back to the safety of the cameras, just happy to be out of the wolf's presence. Unfortunately, the almost sickly-looking wolf slowly made his way over to us next.

"Hi," He said in a sort of friendly voice as he stuck out a jittering paw once again, "I'm Dave, as you probably heard. You're..."

"Jake," I said back as I carefully grasped the paw, feeling the strong and random vibrations travel through his paw and into mine before traveling through the rest of my arm. It felt... wrong to feel someone's paw, and to watch their entire body shake like that. It was even worse knowing the cause of it all. Lets just say that I was relieved when he quickly broke our handshake to move on over to my son.

As I gave my paw a "cleansing shake" similar to Kyle's, I watched as the thin wolf zoomed in on Brandon and said, "So, you must be Sean..." I watched as Brandon's eyes lit up as he grasped the wolf's paw, feeling the vibrations from his body coursing through his own as the wolf shook his hand, using his other arm to wipe his nose on the sleeve of his dirty hoodie. "You know," the wolf added weakly, "you look really young..."

"That's the idea," Brandon said weakly, clearly shocked by what he was witnessing, as the wolf finally let go of his paw.

The wolf let out a small but very strange sounding laugh before saying, "Yeah, I guess so..." After his laugh died down a bit, he added, "You ready for this scene?" as he gently put a paw on Brandon's shoulders.

Brandon, in a sudden act of nervousness, stumbled a bit as he said, "Yeah, I... um, I think so."

Before the wolf could freak out my son anymore, I decided that it was a good time to step in. "You two can talk later," I said loudly, which made them both turn their heads to me. "Right now, Dave needs to get to the make-up and dressing room." Then, while shifting my gaze towards him, I added, "You're pretty late."

"Yeah, sorry..." He said as his ears flattened a bit, "some stuff happened on the way over."

Not really caring what the wolf had gotten himself into on the way over, I simply began to lead the wolf to Linda's room... with my son following closely behind both of us.

As I showed Dave the door to Linda's room, he hit both of us with a strange question. "Hey, Sean," he said a moment before his paw touched the door knob, "you wanna come with me and have a little chat while I get dressed up? I like getting to know my co-stars, at least a little bit, before filming something with them."

"I...um..." Brandon said as he looked to me for advice. I wasn't quite sure how to feel about the request myself really, but I had to keep in mind that I was only another actor now and that Brandon wasn't actually my son. It'd be weird if I stepped in and asked him to wait outside with me, and it might start to throw a little suspicion on both of us. So, my face remained neutral as Brandon struggled for an excuse not to go.

"Come on," Dave said in almost a playful sort of tone, although, it was sort of masked by his appearance, "I don't have anything that you won't be seeing shortly anyway..."

Slightly caught off guard by the wolf's joking behavior, there was nothing that Brandon could do but say, "Um... alright, I guess..." Dave cracked a small smile at this as he gently opened the door and went inside, Brandon following slowly after him. The thing I remember thinking about the most as I watched the door close behind both of them is that Dave was probably a pretty neat guy... before he got caught up with everything.

I wasn't sure whether or not I wanted to listen in on their conversation or not. I mean, I probably could've if I was right up next to the door, but then, if anyone suddenly came inside the building and walked by, they'd wonder what the hell I was doing. So, in order to keep our cover, I simply waited back outside on the set. That's not to say that I wasn't worried about him - far from it. But, I also knew somewhere in the back of my head that he could take care of himself. Besides, I'd have all the time in the world to ask him what went on during the ride home. As much as I didn't want to admit it, he was growing up. He was going to be on his own shortly... which is why I hoped that this entire plan worked. I didn't want him going out in life thinking that my line of work was easier and more "productive" than all his other options...

I had to wait what felt like an agonizing half an hour at least before I saw the two of them walk out onto the set together. My son looked somewhere between begin nervous, creeped out, but still somewhat alright with Dave's presence around him. As I watched him walking slightly behind Dave, I couldn't convince myself whether or not it was a good idea to leave him trapped inside a tiny room with that wolf. I mean, I wanted to scare him a little bit... not have him become friends with him!

My thoughts shifted a bit as my gaze finally fell on to Dave though. He actually looked... pretty good. I mean, he was still incredibly skinny, and he still had the jitters, but it's amazing what a change of clothes can do to a man. I'm sure he looked great before he got involved with all the stuff. He was probably on his way to becoming a fine actor. But, even now, in his weakened state, he didn't really look half bad to be honest... Some people just have the gift of looking good no matter what I guess...

I waited patiently until my son ended up at my side once again. I had a lot of things I wanted to ask him at that point, but I ended up saying the thing which I thought would be the most inconspicuous, "You nervous?"

He looked back up at me, with a bit of uncertainty forming in his eyes, as he said, "Yeah, kinda."

I looked over to the twitching wolf and noticed that his twitches seemed to have picked up quite a bit since he walked out onto the set. "How about you?" I asked him calmly as if this was a normal occurrence for me.

"I'm nervous dude," He says as he starts to twitch a bit more. "I always get real nervous before a scene..."

I watched him fidget and shake for a bit, actually a bit worried that he might have a heart attack or something and die on the spot. It only got worse when Kyle finally called out, "Alright, all the actors ready? Places everyone!"

The wolf didn't move from his spot as the rest of us slowly made our way to our opening marks. Then, all of a sudden, I began to hear the wolf mumbling to himself. At first it was no more than a low murmur, but, before long, my son and I could begin to hear his words, and everyone else on the crew became aware of them shortly after. He was arguing to himself about something. "Not again," he cried out. "Look at you, you've gotta! You're a mess. What about going clean? Just a little bit... it'll help. Who's side are you on?..."

It wasn't long before his rant culminated in a quickly escalating series of curses, each one louder and more profane than the next. After screaming the last one just about as loudly as someone can, and hearing it resonate off the walls of all the buildings around us for a moment, he moved with an amazing speed towards Kyle's chair before getting down on his knees and begging, "Please man... you've gotta give me a small advance on my pay. I need a hit! Just one hit! One small hit! It'll calm my nerves.... Make the jitters stop.... Make my brain think straight... just please man! I've got a guys number... give me twenty bucks and ten minutes and I'll come back and make the best scene you've ever seen! I'll fuck the little guy into oblivion if that's what you want. Just please man, I need this!"

As everyone else started at the pleading wolf in shock, Kyle remained somewhat calm. He slowly reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, from which he pulled out a twenty dollar bill (or so I think, I couldn't really see it) before tossing it to the trembling wolf. "Just don't do anything on the property," Kyle yelled as the wolf blazed off down the alleyway at top speed, already dialing a number into his phone.

After he disappeared from site, Kyle yelled out, "Alright, take five everyone. We've got to wait until he gets back..." Most of the crew simply took Kyle's advice and took a break, but my son looked a little... concerned. "Does... does that always happen," he asked as I struggled to maintain a mundane expression on my face.

"Not always," I replied calmly, "but it does happen." It wasn't exactly a lie, but I was certainly stretching the truth a little bit. I mean, drugs and this business went together better than drugs and a lot of other businesses. If someone was "deviant" enough to appear in a porno, then it kind of seemed like they were deviant enough to try some drugs... and most of them ended up addicted to something or another. This business also made it easy for low to mid level druggies to make money. It's not exactly the most mentally challenging job in the world, and druggies are willing to do whatever it takes to get money for another hit. I've even heard stories of actors being paid in drugs for the work that they've done...

Thankfully, Kyle knew the perils of this business all too well, and he constantly works hard to keep his studio and his actors clean... although there have been a few rare slip-ups here and there.

As the rest of the crew mingled and went to get one last drink of water or something, my son continued to look a little... distracted all throughout the break. He didn't really say much the entire time, but it looked like his mind was in another place, simply thinking about something important. But, when the wolf finally came roaring back, I could finally see a real meaningful expression hit his face: He was worried.

And with good reason too. The wolf... wasn't exactly inconspicuous with his appearance back on the set. He ran in - voice blazing - and howling like... well, a wolf. He ran around the set a few times until he finally spotted Kyle, upon which he ran up to him, grabbed a hold of his wing with both of his paws, shook it up and down almost violently, and basically yelled, "Thanks doc! The medicine worked great! I feel fit as a fiddle!"

Even from my position on the set, I could hear Kyle say, "You sure you're going to be able to do the scene like this? Your character doesn't exactly have this much energy all the time..."

The wolf got kind of serious as he stopped bouncing around so much and said, "Yeah, I can totally control it! I can still act serious. See!" He suddenly appeared motionless, restraining himself quite nicely for a few seconds before his resolve broke down and he started bouncing back and forth again from leg to leg.

Kyle didn't exactly have the most approving face in the world on as he said, "Alright, but I'm not giving you more than a few takes to get this right before I'm replacing you..."

The wolf's ears flattened back against his head a bit at the harsh words, but all of a sudden they perked up a bit as he replied, "You can count on me! I only need one take to get it right!"

As the wolf bounced away to get to his entrance position, I heard Kyle yell, "And save your energy for the important part of the scene!"

"Ha!" the wolf replied loudly, "I don't need to save my energy, I have so much to spare!" And then, as he was passing by where my son and I were standing, he suddenly stopped and placed one of his paws on my son's shoulder. "Your ass is mine little guy!" the wolf said blissfully, "I'm going to pound you into next week!" After delivering his message, the wolf continued his happy, bouncing journey down the alleyway and into his entrance point.

"Alright," Kyle said, getting back into his director's chair, "places everyone. Let's shoot this thing already!"

I looked over to my son, and for the first time I saw a serious look of doubt on his face. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to get his ass ravaged by the drugged up wolf. And he didn't want everyone standing around watching it. I actually thought he might back out of everything as I wrapped a paw around his back and said, "Come on, let's get into position." But, to my somewhat surprise, he slowly turned around and followed me into the building without saying a word.

"Don't be nervous," I said to my son as I picked up my luggage prop. "Just relax, remember your lines, and let's knock this out in one take." He didn't say anything once again, but he did manage to let out a big sigh and look me in the face with a tiny bit of confidence.

"Alright," Kyle yelled out, "everybody ready? Lights, Camera, ACTION! Let the camera capture the blank scene a bit first.... and... cue luggage!"

That was my cue to lift up the empty suitcase and fling it out of the shadowed door area. It slammed down on the edge of the lighted scene area and quickly slid to a stop. I repeated it with another, smaller piece of luggage before I started my lines.

"Please, Mr. Blaze, give me just one more month! I know that I can find another job before then!"

"I've already given you three months," the lion behind me said as he tossed out another bag (he is one of Kyle's friends that comes along occasionally to play small parts like this. Malichai's been doing it for quite a few years now, and he's always ready to jump in and help when we need it.). "I can't give you anymore. I even gave you until midnight tonight to come up with this month's rent, and you couldn't do it. Now, I'm forced to kick you out. I need to pay the bills too you know."

"But..." I said as I stepped out into the light of the alleyway, closely followed by my son, "where are we supposed to go? What are we supposed to do?"

"Look," the almost equal-sized lion started again, while staying out of camera view, "I'm sorry, but you should've figured that out when I told you this was going to happen a few weeks ago."

"But... Mr. Blaze..." I called out before he slammed the door to the 'apartment complex' closed. I tried to let all the "hope" I had leave me as I looked around at my surroundings: the dirty and dingy alleyway with my suitcases spread around... and, my confused looking son standing next to me. As the last of my hope faded away, I took the large suitcase in my hand and threw it down to the ground before taking a seat on it and slamming my face into my hands. My son was slow to join me, but eventually we both ended up sitting on the same suitcase in that unappealing alleyway.

"Dad..." my son called out weakly, and surprisingly well considering all the things that must have been flowing through his mind at that point, "what are we going to do?"

I choked back my feelings a bit as I said, "I don't know son... I really don't know. I need a job. But, until I get that... I don't know..."

My son leaned into me a bit, and I took the opportunity to wrap one of my arms around him in comfort. We sat there for a few moments like that before I finally had enough. I slowly got up and said, "Well, I'm not going to find a job in this alleyway at least..." I went around and started to pick up the scattered luggage, but as I looked back at my son the camera zoomed in to catch my expressions change. I knew that the words I had just said a few moments ago would be replayed back over the scene now after some editing, so, as I continued to struggle with whether or not to go ahead with my idea, I tried to make my face run through all the appropriate emotions as possible. Finally, my idea won out, and I slowly approached my son, who was standing next to the small pile of luggage.

"We need some money quick, right?" I said to my son with an almost piercing gaze.

He almost shyly looked back and simply said, "Yeah."

"But," I continued, "even if I DO get a job right this moment, it'll be at least a week or two until I get paid. So we still need some short term money..." I continued to look at my son with a hopeful look, and he continued to look back at me with a shy, and almost innocent look... just like the script intended. "I think I might have an idea... but it's going to involve you having to do a few things..."

"Me?" My son said curiously, "like what?"

"Well," I continued, "you know that 'game' you always play with daddy at night?" (since this was supposed to be the "sequel" to the first movie Brandon starred in, we were using the idea that I had been fucking him ever since then).

Brandon simply nodded his head with very little extra emotion, just like the nice little brainwashed kid that he was supposed to be.

"Well," I said back slowly, "What do you think of playing that game with someone else?"

Brandon seemed kind of shocked at this as he replied with, "Um... I don't know..."

"What if it helped us get back into our apartment?" I added quickly.

Brandon's ears perked up as he said, "I... I guess... if it could help us do that... then I'd do it..." All I could remember thinking is that he made such a cute little naive and sheltered little boy...

I gave him a quick hug as my plan slowly came together in my mind. "Alright, well, we've got some room to work here in this alleyway... now all we need is someone who's interested... This isn't the best part of town, so there's bound to be people looking..." I grabbed my son by the shoulders and said, "I don't know how well this is going to work, but this is the plan. Go out to the end of the alleyway and look.... interesting. Ask anybody who walks by whether or not they want to "play" with you, and if someone says they do, then bring them back here to me so we can discuss some things..." I lean over and give him a kiss on the forehead as I say, "You're a brave little boy, you know that?" meaning every word in real life. Brandon just smiled a bit as he slowly began to do what he was told to do and walk down the alleyway.

Just as he got a few feet away from me, I stopped him and called out, "Hey, try taking off your shirt. It might make you look more... appealing." He just smiled a bit as he slowly slid the garment off, making sure to give all the cameras a good view of his well toned midsection and chest before turning around and heading to his next point.

My job was done for a bit as I watched the next part of the scene play itself out farther down the alleyway. Once Brandon got down there, he quickly leaned himself up against the wall and started to look appealing to those "passers by". The first one to walk by was the lion from earlier, Malichai. Although he ogled my son a bit, he eventually made his way across the scene and out of camera range. The next passerby was... the wolf.

He slowly crawled to a stop as he passed my son, and eventually turned to walk over to him. I have to give him credit... he looked a lot more normal than I figured he could pull off. He still looked like he could explode with energy at any moment, but it was a large improvement over the wolf who ran onto the set howling and yipping.

As they said their lines (most of it revolving around Brandon asking the wolf if he wanted to "play a game" with him for some money), I hid behind the dumpster in the "alleyway" so I could pop out at the most opportune time. I waited patiently for Dave and Brandon to finish their conversation before they started to walk down the alleyway, and, once I got the signal from Kyle, I slowly stood up and confronted the pair.

"You must be his dad..." the wolf said calmer than I imagined he could.

"Yeah," I replied quickly and as shady as I could. "So, you wanna do this?"

"All depends on the price," the wolf said back with a smirk, "although, you've got one hell of a good looking son here, and you're one hell of a father for selling him like this..."

"Times are tough," I replied while getting a bit angry inside from his comment, "and we need the money."

"So," the wolf asked while taking a look at Brandon in a very 'thorough' manor, "how much? I'm only really after some quick anal with this cute little guy..."

I looked like I was giving it a lot of thought before I finally said, "two-hundred."

"Two hundred?!?" the wolf cried out, almost loosing his somewhat restrained demeanor, "I could get ten whores downtown for that price..."

"Yeah," I responded, "but you could get a lot more downtown than just some sex. I can swear to you that he's clean... and so are you I hope."

"Yeah," the wolf responded, suddenly put on the defensive, "I'm clean, and I hope to stay that way."

"Then why risk yourself downtown then?" I added in. "And, besides, you're not going to find anyone like this downtown... if you can find a teenage male down there at all..."

The wolf thought about it for a second before saying, "Nah, two hundred is too steep for me."

"Alright," I quickly blurted out, "one fifty then! That's as low as I can go... we both need the money to pay our rent..."

The wolf thought hard about it for a moment before saying, "My wallet is going to hate me for this, but.... you only live once, right? And I've not tagged another male in years, never mind one this good looking... It's a deal!"

We shook hands to cement the deal before the wolf handed over a bunch of fake money. As I quickly counted it, the wolf said, "You got a place to do this?"

"Um..." I replied as I stashed the money in my pocket, "no, not at the moment..."

The wolf gave me a small glare before I said, "feel free to spread out some clothes or something on the ground though. I'll go keep watch on the street to make sure no one "interrupts" your session."

Before the wolf could say anything in protest, I made my way down the alleyway and out of the shot... only to quickly make my way around the smaller of the two buildings and join the rest of the crew behind the cameras a short moment later.

I hadn't missed all that much of the scene really. The wolf had already stripped Brandon down to nothing, talking the entire time about how long it's been since he's been with another guy, and ogling over his naked body for a bit. At this point, they had the large suitcase open and were both making a "bed" out of a bunch of old clothing. The wolf gave my son a few gropes and pinches and other light touches while they worked, which only made Brandon grow a bit more nervous as the scene progressed. Eventually, the "bed" was made well enough, and the wolf was quickly getting impatient, both in the movie and in real life. As he almost tore off his shoes and pants, he called out to my son, "You do have some lube, don't you? Otherwise this might hurt a little bit..."

Nodding quickly, my son went into the top pouch of the suitcase and pulled out a conveniently placed tube of lube before cautiously handing it over to the very excited wolf. "Mmmmm... this is going to be so good... I can feel it already!" the wolf said as his cock began to grow in response to my son's nakedness and submissiveness. "Get on all fours, bitch!" the wolf almost growled, making my son quickly follow his instructions in borderline fear, scene wise and probably in real life too. The wolf's cock really began to grow hard at this point as his eyes traced over the bent over rear end of my son, and he made sure to give his cock a few quick strokes for the cameras as they all got a good look at its size. For a porn actor, he had a pretty average cock I'd say. But, when compared to the normal guy out on the street, he was pretty well hung. I looked at my son with a bit of worry in my face, and, as I quickly made eye contact with him from behind the cameras, I could see the same worry in his face. But, there was nothing he could do now. He was completely nude and down on all fours in front an aroused and crack-fueled wolf. His "real" porno career was about to begin...

After the wolf gave his cock a few more gentle rubs to be sure that it was at full mast, he twisted open the tube of lube and poured a measly sum out onto his paw. He then placed his clean paw on one of Brandon's ass cheeks and pulled it sideways, giving the cameras a good view of Brandon's young pucker, taint, and balls. Once the cameras had gotten their fill of that, he quickly pressed his lube coated paw up against Brandon's hole and unceremoniously pushed a finger in. Brandon gasped a little at the rough entry, but he really gasped when the wolf quickly added a second one inside of him. And Brandon certainly didn't have time to adjust before a third finger pushed it's way inside, stretching him out far faster than I'm sure he ever had been stretched before. I could see him wince a little bit as he dropped his head down into the shirt below him to cover it up, but his resolve was still going somewhat strongly as the wolf continued to finger him. When the wolf quickly pulled his fingers out and wiped off any excess lube on his large cock however, I could see Brandon's resolve quickly fade to a crucially low level. As the wolf knelt down behind Brandon and lined up his cock, I could almost feel Brandon's anxiety surfacing in my own body. And, as the wolf began to slide himself into the hardly ready lionhole in front of him, I could almost feel his pain too.

Actors try and make every scene as bearable as possible for each other, but there are things that simply require some "training" to get used to. Making the initial penetration go smoothly is one of those things. And, having a doped up wolf behind you doesn't exactly make that any easier. He doesn't want to go slowly; he wants to release all the energy that he's been saving up during the "serious" part of the scene, and a tight asshole is the perfect recipient for all that energy as far as he's concerned. Besides, a good, hard fuck is what everyone's looking for in the porn industry. The harder it is, the better it sells usually.

Even a trained professional would have trouble keeping up with someone who had coke running through their veins, but my son... he didn't stand a chance. I watched as his paws curled and his claws extended - tightly griping the clothing underneath him in pain. I watched as his entire body tensed up due to the wolf pushing against him relentlessly. I watched as his face contorted into a pained grimace, and his mouth let out a pained whine as the wolf went in too hard and too fast for his liking. Brandon tried desperately to keep a straight face during the penetration, but he had nowhere near the experience to do it.

The wolf took little time in ramming himself all the way inside my poor son, but thankfully his knot had barely even started to form at this point. That made him a little bit easier to handle for the time being, but you wouldn't notice it from my son's pained expression and his sharp, painful breaths as the wolf hilted inside him. And, being the eager and energetic porn start that Dave was, the wolf didn't wait very long at all before he started to sway his hips back and forth at a decent pace.

He quickly placed both his paws around Brandon's hips and started off with some nice and powerful, but somewhat slow thrusts to get in the mood of things I guess. Brandon literally shook with every violent thrust the wolf made, and his face was almost constantly contorted into a pained scowl... which was barely noticeable due to it being shoved into the clothing beneath him. The slapping noise of the wolf's flesh coming into contact with my son's ass was slow and rhythmic, but yet, it had an intensity that made each slap reverberate throughout the alley until the next slap came in and took it's place. The wolf could only moan out in small bouts of pleasure as his hips rocked back and forth, adding in, "God damn you're a tight one," and other phrases like that as he forcefully worked Brandon over. Brandon, on the other hand, tried to remain relatively quiet, although a few grunts and sharp gasps managed to escape his mouth occasionally as the wolf drove him forward with each thrust.

Brandon's composure didn't get much better by the time the handycam went in to get a few close-ups of the penetration either. He tried to put on a somewhat satisfied face as the camera circled in front of him, fresh off of seeing his tailhole and ass being abused by the wolf, but the wolf chose that point to give him some particularly hard thrusts. This made his face contort in surprised pain once again, and the handycam captured every agonized facial expression as the wolf truly made Brandon his bitch.

At least the wolf was kind enough to give my son a "warm-up" first though. Some people, especially with drugs in their veins, would've just gone all out from the beginning. But, as the handycam slowly retreated behind the row of other cameras, Brandon's "warm-up" came to an end... fairly quickly. Without much warning, the wolf suddenly sprung up onto his legs, setting himself in a crouching position behind and slightly above Brandon, while keeping his cock inside him for the entire transition. In this position, there was nothing holding him back from releasing his true energy into Brandon, and this is where the real scene began for them both.

The eager wolf slid his paws down from Brandon's hips to his midsection as he got settled in his new position, and with a savage thrust he slammed his hips forward - showing Brandon the true power of his thrusts. Brandon's body quickly rocked forward as the energy of the thrust was transferred into him, and he let out a loud grunt at the sudden fullness of his bowels once again. But Brandon barely had time to stop shaking from the initial thrust before the wolf ripped most of his cock out of the teenage lion ass, only to slam it back in harder and faster a brief moment later. Brandon clearly wasn't ready for this new pace as his original grunt was still in the process of leaving his mouth - only to be broken up by the wolf's sudden follow-up thrust. And, before his mouth could even emit a grunt in response to that thrust, a third thrust struck him hard and fast.

Once the wolf's barriers started to fall, there was no stopping him. Slam after quick slam, thrust after quick thrust, he pistoned into my son with a ferocity that couldn't be matched by any normal person. And Brandon could do nothing but clench his teeth and sink his claws into the small amount of padding beneath him as the large wolf cock continued to ravage his abused tail ring. The wolf's large balls continually pummeled Brandon's taint, making a loud and wet sounding *slap* each time they hit. The slapping sound was also further amplified by the collision of the wolf's hips and groin with my son's ass, occurring at least three times a second or so... if not more. The wolf really decided to set a brutal pace, and Brandon's grunts and pained moans continued to fly out of his mouth as he endured the treatment. The wolf's thrusts were so fast and powerful that all of Brandon's vocal noises ended up being broken apart into small, staccato-like fragments, matching the loud slapping noises coming from his other end fairly closely. The wolf's vocal noises, on the other hand, were pretty much just quick and heavy breaths... until one of his short lines decided to interrupt. Things like, "Fuck, you're tight kid," and, "this is the best ass I've fucked in a long time," flowed from the wolf's muzzle every now and then, but for the most part, the sounds of sex, panting, and groaning were the only noises the microphones picked up.

With the amount of energy the wolf had at his disposal, Brandon's experience wasn't about to end anytime soon. Heck, I wasn't even sure if the wolf could really feel anything down there at this point or not. He just had something to do - some outlet for all his energy - and he was definitely giving it his all... not caring what the outcome for Brandon was.

Not content to simply look the part of a dominating wolf either, the wolf took one of his paws off of Brandon's side and pressed it down hard on his back, forcing his face and chest further down into the small pile of clothes rather hard. Brandon let out a surprised gasp at the new feeling of pressure, but he could do nothing about it in his current state, and just has to take it while he waited for the wolf to finish up.... and what an agonizing wait that would be.

As Brandon slowly managed to turn his head over to where I was standing, I could only gaze into his eyes and see myself in them... I could see myself, pinned under a drug-fueled male fur as he pounded into me relentlessly. It had happened to me too... back when I was young and just starting out. It's no coincidence that Brandon was in this position now. I was the one who'd set up this scene because I knew just how uncomfortable it would be for him. I could still remember that rat from my past... using me like a piece of meat... pounding into me mercilessly like I was just some hole to unload in. The experience has stuck with me for this long, and that's what I hoped would happen with Brandon too. Only, the wolf had one thing that the rat didn't back then...

I couldn't really see it from my perspective, but I knew that the wolf's knot was growing just by the look on Brandon's face. That meant two things: 1. The scene was nearing it's end, and 2. Brandon was about to be in much more pain than he already was.

The wolf's knot, while it was small, hadn't been much of an issue for Brandon... just a little more depth for him to take. As it got bigger and bigger though, it began to strain his hole as it went through... and an extra painful grimace showed up on Brandon's face because of it. And now, it had gotten too large to easily slide in and out of Brandon's sphincter. Unfortunately for Brandon... or maybe fortunately if you wanted to look ahead in the scene a bit, the knot managed to get stuck outside his body...

Brandon's tail twitched every time that the gigantic mass slammed into his anal ring - stretching it out just a little bit more each time. However, around this point in the scene, I think that he had finally grown used to the abuse the wolf was giving him. His pained scowl had worn away for the most part, only to be replaced by a kind of neutral expression. His pained vocal noised had diminished in intensity to the point where a few gentle moans and some deep breaths were the only thing to escape his mouth... with only the occasional wince thrown in. And, although my angle wasn't the greatest to view it, I could've swore that I saw at least the tip of Brandon's cock poking out of his sheath. Whether he was truly beginning to enjoy it, or he was just trying to put on a good front as his anus went numb, I couldn't tell. But this new found serenity wasn't going to last very long at all.

I could begin to tell that Dave's short high was wearing off at this point, and, coupled with the fact that Kyle was urging him to finish up the scene, this lead to a new-found determination to finally knot with Brandon. His thrusts quickly became more powerful as they tried to force the bulb of flesh through a hole that wasn't ready to take it. The wolf seemed to love the new found resistance, but Brandon quickly turned from being tranquil to squealing in pain as the huge lump of blood-filled flesh demanded entrance into his colon over and over again, only to be denied each time. These repeated denials didn't phase the wolf at all however, and he was always ready to give it another try. He didn't go about it gently either. Each powerful thrust sent a searing shockwave through Brandon as the wolf's knot rammed up against his straining pucker, and each thrust from the wolf forced a slightly painful cry out of my son's muzzle. It took the wolf more than a dozen good, hard, and powerful thrusts until there was finally an audible pop, a loud moan from the wolf, and a big sharp breath from my son. It was finally in.

This didn't mean the scene was over though... far from it. The wolf still had a bit of energy left, and he was going to use every ounce possible to make the scene as good as possible. With his knot lodge firmly in Brandon's ass, the wolf didn't have much length left to slide into Brandon. But, that certainly didn't stop him from trying. The wolf continued to thrust at a savage pace, only now his thrusts were much shorter and even quicker. The slapping of Dave's balls and thighs against my son's taint and cheeks reached a fevered pace as the wolf tried desperately to finish himself up. As the sweat dripped off his brow, and his tongue lay lazily out of the side of his muzzle, his mouth became full of tired gasps and near-orgasm moans. He wasn't far away, and everyone on the set knew it.

My son's face was thrown into another grimace during the rough pounding, but this time it was probably from all the slapping flesh instead of his abused tail ring. He was really going to be sore for tomorrow on all fronts, but luckily his scene would help to give him a little rest from this treatment. At that moment though, he was just concerned with having the wolf finish up with him... and it wasn't long before the wolf's short thrusts began to get really erratic and off tempo.

With a loud howl, the wolf finally let himself go. He quickly took his paw off of Brandon's back, finally releasing the pressure he'd applied for so long, only to wrap it around Brandon's vacant side and pull himself as deep as possible into the warm teen lion beneath him. Brandon's face turned from pain to slight relief as he felt his large intestine start to become bombarded with wolf cum, letting out his own moan in appreciation. After a few more short and somewhat slow thrusts in and out of Brandon's ass, the wolf had finally released all he had to give, signified by his near collapse on top of Brandon. They both let out a long breath as they simultaneously struggled for air, but the scene wasn't quite over yet. There was one last part for Brandon to play in the scene...

Just as I was beginning to wonder if the wolf had forgotten his lines, I saw him twitch and suddenly say, "Damnit, I can't be tied to some stupid whore! What if the cops see me like this...?" As those words leave his muzzle, he looks down at my son and begins to push him forward as he tries to slide his hips back. Now, just because a knot made it inside when it was full sized originally doesn't mean that it's going to come out easily... and that was certainly apparent in Brandon's face as he winced hard at the first tug. A pained gasp escaped him when the wolf eased off a bit within a few seconds, but that was only to regroup and pull a bit harder the second time. "Let go you bitch," he added in for a bit of an effect as he tugged hard on his swollen knot. My son let out a painful grunt along with a flurry of sharp, pained breaths as the wolf literally forced his anal ring open once again, bit by bit. Within a few more seconds though, I finally heard the wolf let out a nice, quick, rush of air from his muzzle as his hips quickly shot back. As for my son, he let out a thankful... well, I'm not sure what to call it really... noise. He was just more than happy to get that knot... and shortly after the rest of the wolf cock, out of him.

As the wolf slowly stood back up and began to gather his clothes, and as the cameras zoomed in to get good shots of Brandon's worn, gaping, and probably leaking hole, I was busy jogging back around the building to get back into my own position. Luckily for me, I made it back in time to catch my breath before the tired looking wolf made his way over to me.

"Everything go alright?" I asked as the sweaty wolf passed me.

"Alright?" he said while still trying to catch his breath somewhat. "I didn't think I'd be able to say this, but it was worth every dollar. I haven't fucked anything that tight in years."

I just smiled as the wolf begin to walk away a little bit. "Don't forget to tell your friends," I added in. "He'll be here if anyone's interested..."

"I know a few people that might be interested..." the wolf said from a small distance before turning and walking around the building and out of the scene.

"And... CUT!" I heard Kyle yell through the megaphone as the scene finished up. As a polite applause radiated out from the crew, I slowly turned and made my way over to Brandon. I wanted to rush over and inspect every inch of him to make sure he was alright, but that might have come off as a bit strange to the crew. So, as I bit my tongue to keep me in line, I started my casual walk back to where Brandon was still laying.

He had gone from kneeling on the makeshift bed to lying on his back now - his legs bent up in an upside down V shape to keep his ass cheeks from touching the ground. As I slowly approached him, I managed to gently call out, "You okay down there?" before offering him a paw to help him get up.

"Yeah," my son said weakly, clearly not all that okay, "Just... give me a minute. Everything kind of hurts..."

"That's how you know you did a good job," I added in with a small smile.

My humor was clearly lost on my son as he winced a little bit. "It's my back.... mostly... partially... I'm not used to being forced down in a position like that..." He let another little wince pass his face as he tried to stretch himself out a little bit. "Get my clothes together," he quickly added in. "After that, maybe I'll finally be able to stand up again."

With a small smile, only to hide a bit of worry that would've splashed across my face otherwise, I slowly went around and picked up Brandon's strewn about clothing. Once I dropped it all in a pile next to his head, I offered him my paw once again. And, this time, he accepted it. With a gentle tug, and a bit of flailing around from Brandon, he was finally back up on his feet again. After a few more nude stretches and winces, he gingerly began to slide his clothing back on.

As he was trying to carefully reapply his pants, the wolf finally made his way back to the main scene area and said, "Nice job kiddo. Not bad for a rookie. A little too much pain and not enough enjoyment out of you, but you'll learn to control yourself eventually."

"Thanks," Brandon said as if he almost didn't mean it.

That persuaded the wolf to respond with, "I didn't hurt you too bad, did I? I thought I was kind of gentle actually."

"Nah," Brandon responded, not trying to convince anyone that he wasn't in at least a little pain, "I should be fine by tomorrow... I hope."

"Good to hear," the wolf said with a tired smile. Then, he turned over to Kyle, who was busy watching a few replays of the scene, before saying, "Hey, Kyle, if we're done here I'll be heading out. The scene drained me..."

Kyle replied with, "Yeah, everything looks decent. I think we can stitch together a good scene from all the shots we have. Thanks Dave. The check will be in the mail."

"Just hurry it up, will you?" Dave replied quickly. "I've got some people that I owe money to..."

"It'll be sent when the movie is sold to the client," Kyle added in.

Dave looked like he wanted to argue a bit, but he thought better of it as he turned and walked down the alley out of sight.

As my son continued to get the kinks out of his back, I walked up to Kyle and said, "Well, we should be going to. I've got to get Sean home. He needs some rest."

"I can imagine..." Kyle said with a slight hint of concern in his voice.

"I doubt anything will change for tomorrow, but, if it does, I'll make sure to give you a call as soon as it's determined," I added in quickly.

"Alright," Kyle replied calmly, "Thanks Jake." And, as he increased his voice, he added in, "Thanks Sean. See you tomorrow!"

"See ya," Brandon said as I walked up next to him and began to lead him down the alleyway to the car.

As soon as we were out of earshot, Brandon quickly said, "That hurt a lot more than I thought it would..."

All I could do was chuckle in response before saying, "Welcome to the industry."

We made it to the car without another word, and the moment we got there I quickly popped open the trunk. Brandon looked a bit confused at first until I handed him the small microbead pillow. "This'll help on the way home, trust me," I said as Brandon took the pillow without a second thought. "You'll be sore tomorrow, I can guarantee it. But, your scene shouldn't be too bad. It'll give you a chance to recover. You'll probably still be a bit sore on Sunday too, but we'll just have to worry about that when it gets here..."

Brandon, not really worried about anything other than getting home and recovering at this point, simply stood expressionless at the door, waiting patiently for me to open it. As I opened my own door and hit the unlock button on the armrest, I quickly saw a pillow fly down into the seat next to me. The pillow was then slowly and carefully followed by a wincing lion, who very gingerly lowered himself down. A small wince still managed to cross his face as his butt met the pillow however. "Just imagine what it would be like without the pillow," I added as I started the car and began the drive back home.

When we pulled into our driveway, Jill was waiting nervously for us out on our tiny front porch. Before I had a chance to switch the engine off, Jill was already at my passenger side door, looking in to see if Brandon was alright. As he slowly made his way out, she grabbed him in a hug... which made him wince again and try to pull away. "Are you alright? He didn't hurt you, did he? How was the shoot? Are you sore? How long did he go for?..." All these questions and more quickly shot out of Jill's mouth as Brandon finally succeeded in pushing her away slightly.

"Honey," I said calmly as I walked over to break up their scuffle, "give him a break and let him rest a bit. He just came back from his first "real" shoot after all..." Brandon gave me a small smile as he turned around and began walking towards the house. "Besides, I was there too. I'll fill you in on what happened later..."

My wife, just glad to have our son come back home in one usable piece, quickly grew quiet as my son led everyone back into the house. One scene down, two more to go.