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That's a Wrap!

Part 2

For DuskCypher

By Draconicon

With the audition room emptying out person by person, John felt like he actually had a chance to get this role. Admittedly, he had cheated just a bit - flexing his dick through his pants had scared off some of those that were already nervous about this being more of an adult production, and some others had been chased off just seeing an orc in the room - but the others had been fairly let go by losing their auditions to the infamous line 'Don't call us, we'll call you.' He'd seen each one go, and he'd grinned every time that the door slammed shut. Grinned hard enough to leave little tusk-marks on his lips, as a matter of fact.

But now, he was the last one left, and he still had to get into costume. That would happen backstage, but he was curious just what kind of costume it was. The script had been a little vague about that, though not about anything else.

John glanced down at the scrap of paper he'd been told to look over, study, and make sure that he was ready for it. He looked at it again, slowly shaking his head.

It was beyond simple. The role he was going for, an incubus orc named Lord Ornar Onsen, was welcoming the replacement of the Devil into his own personal brothel. That was meant to be followed by a simple bottoming session, where he would offer his ass up to the big guy, and then...

Well, it would go where it went. He imagined that they were looking for someone that had more than just a big ass, considering the people that had been sent off already, and he was pretty confident that he had just what they wanted.

Good bod, good mind, good presence, and hot cock.

He chuckled. The idea of an incubus that didn't know how to use both his cock and his ass was just silly, at least in his mind. Having someone that would be able to show that they were able to do both would be a boon for them.

Right?

He hoped so. His cock was eager to come out as it was, and all the flexing that he'd been doing had gotten him all kinds of riled up. The orc reached down his pant leg, rubbing the head where it rested more than halfway down to his knee.

Just a bit longer, he told himself. Can't be much more that they're doing with this guy...

The door opened again, and a blue-skinned orc was let go, still with that same line. John smiled as his fellow tusker walked out of the room, and the staffing woman looked at him.

"You're the last one?" she asked.

"That's me. John. Johnny Cain, actually."

"John."

"Alright, so, no nicknames."

"John. The release form?"

"Oh, right."

He picked up the other sheet of paper that he'd been handed upon entry into the building, offering the signed scrap to the German Shepherd. She glanced over it, checking his name and the date, and then nodded as she tucked it under her arm.

"Come with me."

He followed her through the door and into the back part of the studio. He saw a number of empty sets as they walked along, and imagined what kind of scenes he might be part of if he managed to get through the audition.

Because the idea for the script was actually a pretty good one, from what little he'd been able to glean from the other scenes that he'd seen passed around. None of them had been allowed a full script to read, something about keeping the actual full script a secret from all of them, but the idea looked fun. Some mortal had taken the soul of the Devil and was running around doing all kinds of naughty things. It sounded like something that was bound and determined to be part of the FDN, and he looked forward both to being part of it and watching it later.

Hey, he'd never claimed to be any less of a pervert than the other fans of the network, heh.

As they passed by four different sets, however, they finally reached one of the dressing rooms. The German Shepherd held the door for him as he stepped inside, then followed after.

"You're not going to give me any privacy?" he asked, half-jokingly.

"No possibilities for leaks, sir. If you don't mind giving me your phone?"

She held out her hand, and he realized that she wasn't joking. Obviously, someone didn't have a lot of trust for their actors. Then again, considering that this was meant as something of a big leap forward for the studio from everything that he'd been hearing on the grapevine, he imagined that it was probably for a good reason. No need to build the hype without having some control over it.

He fished his cellphone out of his pocket and handed it over. The canine nodded, putting it in a baggie, then wrote his name on the outside before putting the baggie in her purse.

"You'll have that back when the audition is decided. Now, your costume is on the counter over there," she said, pointing around the corner. "Just make sure that you're well dressed and clean. Inside and out."

"Clean? You mean - already?"

"Yes. This is not softcore, sir. Are you certain that you're ready for this?"

John had to admit that he should have expected that, but when he had been reading through the script, he hadn't exactly gathered that it was going to be real on the audition stage. Must have some serious perverts watching to see whether they were 'clicking' or not, he supposed.

"Yeah, I'm good with that."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Good. I'll give you five minutes. Be quick."

She left the room, and he shook his head. Five minutes to make himself look good? Couldn't be much of a costume, then. He shucked his pants off, and his t-shirt followed, leaving him naked. No point with underwear with the trouser snake that he had to his name.

It was a pretty massive piece of equipment, to be fair. His cock had ripped through his underwear more than once in other jobs, and it had become something of a problem in his old occupation. No matter much he did to keep it down during the old MMA fights, it had been all but impossible to cage in place. And not many other guys wanted to fight someone that nearly had a third limb down there.

Hopefully this goes better...

John walked around the corner, trying to hold onto the good feelings that had brought him here in the first place. After all, this was off-Hollywood - way off, since they were down in New Orleans - and that meant getting to be in a starring role without leaving the state. That was a good thing.

Mostly.

Kinda.

The fact that it was porn meant that the starring role thing wasn't as bright as it might have otherwise been, but he could take that. What he wasn't sure about was the bottoming thing. He hadn't really done that very much in the past - not at all for another person, just once or twice with a toy - and his hole was not exactly what you'd call loose or experienced. He doubted that he would be able to take it without some extra help.

That said, he would find a way to make it work. One way, or another.

He looked at the counter, and he blinked. There wasn't much there, and for a moment, he wondered if someone had stolen his costume. There was just a jockstrap left, as well as a piece of paper beside it. Half-expecting some joke message, he flipped the paper over, and -

Well, no joke. It was concept art, instead, showing a big, buff orc that wore nothing but a jockstrap, one that had a bit of cum running down his leg and a throbbing hard-on that tented the jockstrap like nothing else.

...Great.

Well, at least he'd be able to show that he fit the role physically. That was something. He pulled the jockstrap up, and then came the usual problem that all these things had: how the hell to fit his cock into it when it didn't want to go soft.

Maurice Law was not happy, though that was clear enough by the pout that covered his face that he couldn't do anything about. What was less clear was why he was unhappy.

It could have been something to do with all the various auditioners that just didn't seem to get the point of the whole thing. One could only look at sexy bodies so many times before you were bored of them, before you started thinking that it was just a waste of time to try and cast this role perfectly. He wanted everyone to click properly, but he was wondering if the Ornar Onsen role would just have to be a sacrifice to the altar of the gods of 'good enough' rather than his dream cast.

It could have been the fact that Henry had tried to accost three of them on the way out, trying to get the numbers of the pretty-boy orcs that had turned up so far and just batted their eyes at the star of the show. Hell, his partner had been all but insatiable ever since Charlie had turned up and gotten the role, almost as if he was trying to prove something by banging every spare staff and crew member that they had. It was a mess, and it was an HR lawsuit waiting to happen, if they'd actually had an HR department.

Or it might have been the fact that he had been sitting in a chair not designed for a hamster, or anything smaller than a fox, for that matter. He'd been squirming around, trying to get a better view of the set for nearly the entire time that they had been auditioning people for the Ornar Onsen role, and his ass hurt, and his legs were cramped, and -

"I need a break."

But no. All his other frustrations could not hold a candle to what he was getting from the new star. Maurice whimpered as he turned his head to the black cat standing just off to the side of the set, who was holding his script over his cock and looking anywhere but at the hamster. Maurice shook his head.

"You've had ten of them today already. Can't you just wait for this guy?"

"I'm sore."

"That's because you've had so many breaks!"

And it was the truth, too. Charlie was...well, he wasn't 'shy', precisely, but he was a hell of a lot more modest than this little series was supposed to be, and that meant that they had to keep feeding him Viagra to keep his cock up when he needed to be hard for a scene. He had managed the first two times without it, but then he wanted to take a break, saying that he needed to let it go down for a while.

That was fine, at first. Then he took a break after the next scene, and when he came back, he couldn't get hard again. One pill became two, three, four, five, and they were up to six of them now. Six Viagra, and it still was a coin toss of whether the black cat would be able to get his dick up when they needed it to be hard and throbbing for the audition scene.

"I just need a break."

"Nnnngh..."

It was a familiar whine to all the crew working on the set, and for Henry too, he was sure. He couldn't help it; the sound just came when he was getting all flustered and angry and annoyed. Basically, it was the 'emotional' sound, the same sort of thing he did anytime that he was getting worked up and angry and getting out of control.

And Charlie made him do it more than anybody else in the company. He hadn't met anyone else that had so many fucking issues with being professional. If the black cat wasn't THE perfect fit for the role, if there had been anyone else that was anywhere close, if it wasn't for the fact that it kept Henry even a little bit in line...

Nnngh...

"Two minutes. Two. Minutes."

"Thank you."

"Hannah! Another Viagra on standby!"

As a snow leopard ran off to get one, Maurice settled into the chair a little more fully, whimpering under his breath. The co-star for the scene - a bull named Adam with some body-paint to look a little more muscular and angelic for the whole fallen brothel scene - was already walking over with a glass of water for the hamster. He took it with a nod of thanks, sighing under his breath.

"Please tell me he's not so bad to work with for you?" the hamster asked.

"He's a...he's okay," Adam said.

"Promise?"

"Heh, promise."

"Nnnngh. Good. Good."

At least he hadn't put the other actors in Hell by hiring Charlie. He didn't want to think bad of the guy - hell, he actually rather liked Charlie himself when the cat was off the set - but he was just becoming the source of so many headaches that he honestly wasn't sure what the hell they were going to do about him. They needed to know that everyone would mesh together, that filming would go forward at speed, and Charlie was giving every indication that the black cat was going to be the diva that slowed them all down.

And they did have a schedule to keep. Henry was all but funding this particular season, but if it didn't film and finish within the next six months, they were going to have to find funding from somewhere else, and Henry was only in it for the scenes that got him laid and the scenes that let him show off as some big-shot actor that he almost wasn't anymore. He still had the chops, still had some good talent, but...

Nnnnnnnngh...

Maurice hated divas. He really, really did. They made it so haaaaard.

His partner finally returned after 'seeing off' the interviewee that had auditioned three people ago, smiling and leaning back with that happy, glazed look of someone that had just gotten laid. Maurice glared over the script at the aged feline, shaking his head as the silver-maned male sat down beside him.

"Feel better?" he grunted in full prissiness.

"Yep."

"Hmmph."

"So, how many left? Six? Seven?"

"One."

"One?!" Henry sat up straight. "What the hell?"

"You were busy, so I kept it going."

"...Fuck. I guess that's...I suppose that is fair enough. Though...you kept their numbers, right?"

He knew that the lion was already planning on going through the filming and offering the sexier ones a 'second chance' at being in the show if they would come down and have some fun with him. The hamster knew that it was wrong, but...he sighed.

"Yes, we did."

"Good, good. I'll have a look at the records later. Just for a second opinion, of course."

"Of course."

"So, who's the last one?" Henry asked, leaning over.

The hamster pulled out the file, flipping through the pages until they reached the headshot. Another orc, of course; there'd been a few other humanoid species that had applied for the role of Ornar Onsen, but they'd been too small, or not quite bestial enough, and certainly not thick enough for it. Even fake teeth wouldn't have been enough to sell that. Maurice held out the file for Henry to read it.

"Former MMA fighter...very physically fit...let loose for 'conduct unbecoming'..." Flip, flip. "...Oh. That's...that's graphic."

"He's, ahem, easily excitable."

"That could be useful."

"But he's never bottomed for someone before."

"Hmmm, I think Charlie will change that." Henry chuckled, giving the file back. "Shall we get started?"

"Yes. Charlie? Charlie!"

There was no response. Maurice sighed, the hamster sending Hannah off to fetch the black cat, while sending Adam to go get the new guy. Sometimes, he hated being the director.

John had managed to slide into the jockstrap eventually, though his cock continued to throb idly in the process. He kept his mind on anything but the sexy stuff that he was about to go through, hoping that it would be enough to keep it down. He hoped so; the leather didn't feel strong enough to actually hold him back if he went from calm to horny.

He walked onto the set, surprised at how many practical elements were around. He was used to seeing greenscreens all over the place, but this time, they were in an actual onsen of sorts, with wood-paneled walls around him and a stone floor. It actually felt fairly authentic, surprisingly.

He wondered if that was going to be a theme going forward.

He was just about to ask if he was in the right place when the other side of the set filled with smoke, rising out of pipes that were hidden in the flooring. Fires flickered at the base as the hamster called directions.

Right. Right. He's going to come through a 'portal', and then we're going to exchange pleasantries, and then he's going to order me on all fours. I act overcome, and he fucks me.

He'd added about half a pint of lube to his ass in hopes of making sure that this happened easily, but he honestly had no clue if it was going to be enough. All he knew was that he was going to have to stretch his acting as hard as it would go. John almost wished that he'd been in wrestling rather than in the MMA arena, at this point; at least then he'd know how to overact rather than just whatever he'd taught himself.

"And...action!" the hamster's high-pitched voice called.

The fires flared up, immediately setting John to sweating, and he resisted the urge to wipe his face clean. The 'portal' - marked out by a bit of green tape on the ground - had apparently opened, because a silhouette was passing through the smoke and fire. The orc waited, crossing his arms and standing with his legs spread slightly to show off his bulge and his muscles. He flexed, showing that everything was all natural, playing the part of someone that was a little nervous about welcoming their new guest, but still strong enough to be confident.

Then, the cat stepped through.

Cat. That was a word that didn't fit the character at all. Instead of a simple black housecat, like he'd been expecting, this was a stud of all felines. A thick, heavy-furred tail swayed through the smoke like its own being, and the cat attached to it stepped through with a long coat that ran down his back and stopped just above his ankles. The feline himself was ripped, strong enough that his abs could be seen through his fur, and down below -

Fuck. That was a monster of a cock, nearly as big as his own. Hell, it might actually be slightly larger. He could not help but stare at it, looking at the veins along the side that showed off just how horny this cat was.

There was something to him, though, something that demanded, something that ordered attention when he stood there. The fires leaping up on either side of him and the bull that stepped through the 'portal' after him were nothing; all that mattered was that cat, the way that he tilted his head back, the way that he commanded the scene with nothing more than simple body language.

And then, he spoke.

"Get on all fours."

John froze. Ornar Onsen was supposed to recover, to have a moment of charm in trying to make the Devil feel at home here in his onsen, his brothel, but that just wasn't in the orc's head right at that moment. What was in his head was a feeling almost completely inverted from what he had felt in the MMA arena.

This wasn't an opponent that he looked forward to testing himself against. This wasn't someone that he wanted to fight for the fun of winning. No, this was someone...

This was someone that he would lose against, and he'd earn that loss. Just like he'd earn that cock up his ass.

Line. Line.

He had a line, but it wasn't coming. He was fucking up. He could only stare, his breath caught in his throat.

But the black cat rescued it, ad-libbing before the director could call cut. He growled, the sound cutting through the hissing smoke.

"All fours, ass facing me," 'Dusk Von Doom' said, as if the continuation was just more orders, rather than something to snap him out of his semi-trance.

John later wished that he had been thankful for that particular kindness, but instead, he felt that domination again, that eagerness to submit that he had never, ever felt before, that aura of control hit him, and for the first time in his life, he felt an urge for a cock up his ass. All the self-control that he'd been desperately holding onto disappeared, and his cock made itself known right then and there.

RIIIIIIP!

His erection lunged upwards, ripping through his jockstrap and sending it flying across the stage. It might have landed in the fire, he wasn't sure, but it was gone, regardless. His cock throbbed as if it had been summoned into visibility by the cat's words, and he obeyed them without question. Going down to all fours, he turned around, facing his muscular ass back towards the feline. He still had the self-awareness to raise it high, to lower his chest to the floor in a proper display, and he rolled his hips backwards, side to side, showing off just how much heft and muscle he had back there.

It must have been good, because 'Dusk Von Doom' was on him immediately, grabbing his hips and giving him a harsh smack. That was followed by the heat of a cock between his cheeks, something that he had no experience with, but in that moment, he honestly didn't care. All that lube had been good for something, allowing it to slide right between the cheeks, rubbing against his hole almost instantly.

Go on. Take me.

He pushed back, clenching his cheeks, slathering that shaft in all the lube that still clung to him. A bit of sweat, a bit of oil that had been produced, aided in that as the head slid right up against his pucker.

Take me!

He pushed back, and the cat pushed forward, and soon, he was spread wide. His eyes went about as wide as his ass in that moment, and he bit off a groan as he felt that thick cock going deep right then and there, punching into his depths and forcing him to spread, to stretch, to show off just how far that thing could go inside of him.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

He gasped for breath as he felt that stiff, hot thing sliding into him, spreading his hole wider and wider until he felt a pair of fluffy balls bouncing against his own set. He wasn't sure just how many inches had been shoved inside of him, but he was pretty sure that it was longer than any toy that he had experimented with in the past. He should have been in pain, right? But he wasn't.

Maybe it was just the acting, or maybe it was -

The cat moved, and he growled out loud, thrusting his hips back in an attempt to keep that full thing inside him. Oh, fuck, yeah. That was just what he wanted, just what he needed. Big, fat cock in his ass, particularly from someone that knew how to use it. He started to roll his hips -

"No."

The cat grabbed him, pinning him with surprising strength. That only made his cock throb all the harder, bouncing up against his belly and leaving a mark of pre-cum behind. He groaned, gritting his teeth as the black cat took control, setting the pace.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...

John could hardly believe how quickly the leaner cat took over. It was one thing that he never expected from someone smaller than him, that they could equal his strength, but this guy was doing that and then some. He was being manipulated, teased, pushed...

And the only thing that he could do was shove his ass back and show that he wasn't going to take it lying down. He might have been a bottom, but he would be a goddamn power bottom.

Squelch.

He slammed his ass back the next time that the cat slammed in, and the pair of them went still for a moment. He was pretty sure that the cat was surprised that he'd managed to at least keep up with the pacing and not be knocked silly; for him, it was because that fat cock was pressing right on his prostate, grinding against him, keeping him hard as a rock and spilling pre-cum like mad all over his face and chest. The position that he'd slipped into meant that he was going to get a facial at the end of this, and that'd probably go straight to TV if they had any sense.

Mmmph. That was a pretty hot thought, actually.

The cat picked up the pace again after that, and they managed to sync up. He never quite got the chance to go full power bottom under the feline, but he was able to at least make sure that the cat kept up the hard fuck, to make sure that there was none of that slowing down, or showing off for the camera without actually giving him what he wanted. If they were going to be fucking for the show, then they were going to actually fuck. He rocked his hips back, and the cat slammed his forward, each time making him bounce and shiver from head to toe.

It went on for some time, getting rougher, then slower, the two of them getting sweaty and slick with all the heat. The audition was all but forgotten as the two of them rutted away before the camera, and it didn't take long before both of them were on edge. John held tight, clenching his muscles to make it last, and the cat pushed at him all the harder to see if he could overwhelm him.

That managed to make the rut last another five minutes or so before John finally lost control. Considering he was playing an incubus before the new Devil, he was pretty sure that meant that he had done pretty damn good.

As he moaned from his sudden orgasm, he felt a sudden warm jet up his ass, and he knew that the cat had gotten the same sort of pleasure that he had.

Maurice whistled as Charlie went up on tiptoe, not just in pleasure, but to show them the cumshot that was going on. He had to admit, that part had been unexpected. Not so much that their interviewee would have cum from this - that was something that had happened more than once during these auditions - but the fact that Charlie had actually finished. The black cat had a bit of a shy pair of testicles in front of the camera, and they'd been forced to CGI in the cumshots in a few of the early test reels. The fact that this orc was good enough to get their star off meant a great deal.

As they leaned against one another, the hamster turned to his main investor. Henry looked back, and they shared a nod. This orc was in.

"Mind telling him?" Maurice asked.

"I was planning on heading out, but I suppose I could. Why?"

"Oh, just, um, another meeting."

"...What kind of meeting?"

"Just something."

Something that he didn't want Henry to know about until it was finalized. After all, there were...frictions, might have been the kindest way of putting it, between Henry and the other members of the studio. Some of them were fairly minor, some were a bit more moderately on edge with each other (like most of the different men that Henry had fucked), but there was one person in particular that really, really set Henry off, and that person happened to be waiting in one of the board rooms near the back. If the lion found out that he was here, again, then Henry would throw a fit, there'd be a whole lump of drama to deal with, and they'd have to schedule the meeting again, preferably when Henry was flying off somewhere else for the weekend and they had the space for it.

But the problem was, they didn't have time for that sort of rescheduling. The shooting was going to start properly in very short order, and he needed their writer back on board after Henry had fired him again.

Probably going to need to offer a raise, and...and probably some other stuff, too, Maurice thought. He can't be happy about this...

Had he mentioned how much he hated being the director and owner of the studio? Because if it wasn't the slightest bit better than running some retail stores, he would have ditched this a while back, loss or no loss.

"Just make sure that you tell him that he's got the job," Maurice said, hopping down from his chair. "And let Charlie know that's good for the day."

"How much Viagra did he have?" Henry asked.

"Too much."

"Do I need to call medical?"

"...Probably not a bad idea."

And it would keep the lion busy for a bit longer, which would be all for the better. He wanted to make sure that there was no chance in hell that Henry would actually turn up during the negotiations. Getting their writer back on board was going to be expensive enough without the lion causing another gaffe that would require further recompense and -

Hissing through his teeth, the hamster hauled ass away from the set, heading to one of the break rooms between the audition and the back rooms. He stopped for some water, sucking it down, and then poured himself a second one to take it a bit slower. Hannah was there, too, shaking her head.

"Henry problems?" she asked.

"Mmm-hmm."

"Oh dear. What's he done now?"

"Nothing yet. Just afraid he will."

"Do you need me to distract him?"

With anyone else, he would have imagined her going up and using her 'wiles' to distract him. Considering Henry was as gay as the day was long, however, that really wasn't possible. He chuckled, shaking his head.

"Unless you have a sleeping pill or something to keep him - oh, god, you do."

"What kind do you want?"

He knew that Hannah had access to a suspicious amount of Viagra, but seeing her pull out a mini-pharmacy from the many pouches that she had around her waist made him make a note to check her locker for prescription pads. And talk to a lawyer to make sure that they weren't going to get in trouble as a company if she was forging prescriptions.

That said -

"That one," he said, tapping one that he recognized as being a higher-strength medication. "And call him a taxi. Nobody's getting in a car crash today."

"You got it, boss."

"And we didn't have this conversation."

"You got it."

Now, time to negotiate with the dragon...

The End

Summary: An audition day, and one that promises to be rather interesting for first-time bottomer John, and an interesting day in general for Maurice Law, owner of FDN.

Tags: M/M, Anal, Cat, Orc, Hamster, Audition, Try-Out, Erection, Jockstrap, Dom/Sub, Power Bottom, Orgasm, Cum, Lion, TV Studio, Series,