Strip
So i wrote this on a whim with some artistic inspiration from tumblr haha. not my art so not sure if i can share it.
Tell me what you guys think. Im a bit rusty!
"Strip."
His voice was low and hummed in the air. That one syllable lasted long moments in the empty space they were in. His name was Vincent Myers, he was a 250* pound rottweiler, with the aesthetic of an irish punk artist. His headfur was put up in a red fauxhawk. His suspenders were visible under the vest a few sizes too small to close in the front, and the white tee shirt underneath was tucked into pants with a few too many pockets and chains.
All In all he gave the impression that he was trying too hard, but his face was always deadly serious. A pungent cigar hung from his lip as he fumbled with the camera lens. Vincent was an artist after all, he needed it all on record, and he needed his hands in the work. You didn't get a reputation like his in the business. Usually the 'crew' were after thoughts but when you were the director, talent finder, actor and crew all in one, as well as editor and producer, you got a reputation when your work still managed to sell.
Big-V was renowned for its films. It only ever put out four a year, and all of them sold out. Someone like that had every right to be cocky, to brag and show off and hold back on selling or expanding until it was more profitable, but that wasn't the feeling i got from Vince. He was too calm and collected to also be thinking about the cash that my ass was going to bring him.
I tried to imagine how old he was. I wasn't even sure why it popped into my mind, i had been with a few furs my own age and plenty older as well. It wasn't going to affect my work but...sometimes it was just interesting to know. I must have been zoning out, he took the cigar out of his mouth, "Strip."
It was just as low and full. The room seemed warmer but it might have just been my blushing cheeks. IT had been a while since a man made me actually blush! I wasn't old by a long shot, only 24, but it had still probably been years since i was actually made to flush! I felt so small, which hadnt happened since i was in school for petes sake. Badgers didn't get as tall as some dogs or even bears, but i was just shy of six foot and feeling like i was in trouble.
He had given me a general script of things to do. He said continuous shots were editorial magic but to try and be as fluid as possible in my transitions and to stay hard when he had to re-adjust a camera or get in at an angle. The room consisted of a single bed in a large space, and the rottweilers camera gear as well as props and toys. the toy chest was purposefully closed, but quite large. The bed had a wood outer frame but Vince had shown me where he had engineered the wood paneling to a steel frame.
I was not to speak unless spoken too or unless i had a question. If i had a suggestion for something sexy i was encouraged to just go ahead with it, he would tell me if it was not what he was looking for. Scene one was basic, start undressing. Dont look at the camera from the get go, find it later, like you just noticed millions of perverts were watching in on your private moment.
I had a lot of layers. The tie came off first, both due to my directions and my loathing of the useless fabric choking me. Pants were last, but my dick was so hard it was almost uncomfortable to maneuver out of my shirt! I was packing a good seven inches, but apparently it was the fact that i was proportionally thick was my selling point. Vince had gone in detail about his loathing of disproportionate cocks. how length was seen as the end all.
All i could think about was dick. understandably but still. I tried to think how i could translate that desire on top camera without seeming fake. How could i add flare without it seeming rehearsed? I swallowed, drool collecting in my maw. I resisted the urge to wipe at my mouth, the possibility of spittle collecting at the corners ever increasing. I somehow managed to stress out about stripping! almost guiltily i eyed Vince, his demeanor never faltering.
I looked away from his serious eyes. I was no pushover but he was probably not able to GET pushed over. God that thought...his indomitable size. How much i could NEVER hold him back from me even if i did try. How he stood between me and the only exit, and aimed his camera at me like i wasn't even there, but like he was observing a natural phenomenon that needed capture. He was clinical as shown by his first not of my performance.
"Raise your shoulder kid. the right one...there you go. camera is not all about face time, it's about the whole package." He sounded like he could have been talking about a potted plant, almost bored. I wondered if that was something he needed to tall the other guys he had filmed. If it was the same thing every time with inexperienced actors.
Big V never used an actor with a well known name. For most, including myself, it was their first time behind a professional lens, and probably the last. Whatever name he gave me would shine on all the forums and be searched thousands of times but never yielding any other results expect Big-V and the occasional set of amateur vids.
Up top i was finally down to my tank top. It was ripped and hung low in the front, hinting at a reveal and a dirty boy under the suit and tie, but i was told to only play with the collar. Tug it, rub around my covered chest, but not to take it off before the pants started. I kicked off my shoes, my breathing heavy and labored. it was exhilarating. Victor stood up, the sudden motion, though silent, startled me like a deer in headlights. His large frame moved fast and sure. Powerful even in his grace with the portable camera.
"No need to startle." he finally let a smile crack, "You're doing just fine." The cigar was finished but the smoke hung in the air, light and transparent like a old camera filter had been set over my eyes. My heart fluttered a moment, relief set in in the form of a confident grin. I wondered only later if he was really just that good at playing me. That he needed that on camera. For viewers to watch this self assured badger get taken. To see his story evolve.
Vince was all around me. Every time i tried to show off at a certain angle he was capturing another. When i started to settle with a certain pose he would move again and spring me out of complacency. There was a large gap in time before i was down to my boxers and that tank top.
"Wipe your maw again."
I did, feeling that saliva that must have been gleaming the whole time. I blushed again, but on his orders kept my shoulders back and my chin. up. I rubbed at the back of my neck, uneasy but ready. With a big breath i slowly stood from the bed and took off the tank top. With my arms above my head and the shirt still covering my face i was told to hold.
I froze. I couldn't see him, and i could hardly hear him with my breathing so loud. With the command to keep going i hurriedly tossed the shirt aside with an embarrassing flush in my cheeks again. I tried to stop, tried to be professional but i remembered that wasn't what he wanted in his films. To be honest, until that moment i didn't even think to ask what he WAS looking for, beside proportionate junk.
"Sit back down."
I sat, and as i did my rock hard cock shot through the piss slit of my boxers! I froze, somehow questioning how and why this could happen in the midst of the porn shoot. Like i hadn't expected it to be a possibility that he would ACCIDENTALLY see my dick. I flinched as tried to put it back but he stopped me.
"No!" It was the first time his volume had changed. It was a quick and brief boom that stopped me in my tracks. "Leave it. Work with it. Remember the top too."
He was referring to my nipples. With my white chest fur being so short it was actually fairly easy to see my pink nippes when i played with them, and boy did i love that. I tweaked them, one at a time, my hand resting around my cock, tugging at it gently until it was all comfortable and eventually drippy. I rubbed that around with my thumb, then stuck it in my mouth, the taste nearly non-existent, but the implication having the desired effect. The rottweiler was filming from all over, getting all the shots, all the close ups and every angle.
I played with myself like i was at home at my laptop and not in a studio. IT was just like being on the other side of the camera for a moment, where all that mattered was how i could make myself feel. I was losing focus again, i could hear myself let out a soft moan before i could catch it.
That was when Vince's expression changed entirely. He stopped for a moment, unable to fully disconnect himself from me and what he was having me do. I was in love with that feeling. That single moment of power that i drank up like water in a desert. It filled me with the confidence i had previously been faking. It reminded me that it was the rottweiler that had first made a pass at me before these events transpired. I stood again, chest out and chin up, i turned away from the camera, casting a glance over my shoulder as my boxers fell over each of my fine ass cheeks. He had complimented them before too i knew what he liked. I was flirting and teasing HIM now, not the camera. I craved that power again that had changed that cold dog into the leering filmographer currently going about with pep in his step.
Passion. that was it, before he had been focused but not passionate. Before this moment the dog had not seemed invested.
And just as i was feeling good and comfortable he switched it up again. He called for scene two, the shortest scene where i was encouraged to move about or relax, jack off or show off. I had had a plan. I was going to wiggle my ass and flaunt my dick and show off my leaky member. I was going to lick myself and drool, play with my nipples, maybe even slap my own balls around for a bit but my plans all seemed unimportant as Vince started laying out props.
The cold dog sounded like he made a comeback. "You have to give the audience a little attention." he spoke away from me, not turning from the goodies. Not letting me see.
I gulped, trying to return my confidence but my desire was too great. I was a thirty bitch and i could sense it. It had to be showing on my face, how much something else was distracting me from even enjoying my self pleasure. I had to swallow down more saliva as my mouth watered for whatever it was...and there it was.
I stopped everything just for a moment to glance at what was left on top of the chest while Vince busied himself with...
Nope, the toys were immediately forgotten as the dog started undressing himself. I did a few double takes between him and the toys.
Butt plug.
Big muscle gut.
Lube.
Nipple piercings to match the ones in his ears.
Paddle.
God damn...he had a beautiful cock.
The dog had been nowhere near as intentional in his stripping as i had been over the past few minutes but it didn't stop his fat cock from impressing me. It was probably about my length, but thicker. it was distinctly canine, his knot forming at the base, still in the sheath.
Dog i loved sheaths...There were very few unimpressive sheaths but in my hormone addled mind his seemed above average. My mouth top been inviting flies by this point. HE walked over and closed it with one thick finger. "Grab the toys."
It was a simple order, but i couldn't take my eyes off him long enough to do it. He came over and sat beside me, stroking himself. Before i could decide if i was going to grab his dick myself or go get the things he gave me a wet kiss, tongue furiously taking charge. Then he pushed my face away, "Toys." He still had his portable camera. he filmed me going to grab the three items on the chest.
The butt plug was simple but effective, as far as plugs went. It was meant to loosen me only, but it was fairly impressive in girth in its own right. Unconsciously i clenched, getting another look at his monster member that showed no sign of softening despite Vince's paws now working the camera again.
"On the bed. Scene 4."
Scene 4 was where the script had gotten really vague. My part of the scene was to get on my knees and loosen myself up. After that, scene 5's only description was "Sex: Oral, anal, toys." but that was fine by me. I get myself into position and readied the bottle of lube in my hand, my other paw spreading my cheeks and i gave them a little wiggle.
Vince's hot breath crept along my backside. I quickly turned my head and flinched forward, but his paws held my waist firm, like i wasn't even there. I held my breath as i felt his other paw on the back of my neck, effortlessly pushing it back down. He spread my cheeks and spit. I could feel it dripping into the fuzz of my hanging balls. He spread my legs farther apart. Another spit, this time he pressed a bit into my hole with a thick digit but never penetrated.
My breathing was a series of held breaths and quick catches. I was effortlessly made to flush again by this man. My cock was dripping and inside i whined for him. Or was it outside? was i whining? i could hardly tell if the whimpers were happening for real. The room spun and i tried to catch my breath again but he spanked me so suddenly and with enough force i yelped; but my instinct was not to get away now, it was to cower further into the bed. I could feel the skin of my ass tingling furiously against the assault. I remembered the paddle then as it came down on my rear again. Again i yelped.
"Squeal for me." He moaned now, but i was unsure if it was a direction or for the audience's benefit. Either way i squealed. I moaned. I groaned into the bed, dampening it with open mouthed drool. I squeezed my eyes shut as another paddle rang out. "Beg for it."
I tried to control myself. Clear my face from the sheets as i tried to beg but it was too quiet.
"Speak up boy!" He raised his voice and the wicked wooden toy, dropping it down on my red rear again.
"More please sir! I want it!" Thats what i had meant to say. I had meant to sound like every damn twink in every damn video you ever saw but it came out grumbled and pathetic. I was such a bitch i tried harder. i sat up a little, as much as the soreness would allow. "Please sir more!" I said again, immediately collapsing back into the sheets awaiting the compliance.
"That's more like it." Another paddle, but then it was tossed up to me, out of his immediate reach. His paws played over my sore rear. I was unsure now where the camera was set up and what it was catching. He spit again, pressed the hole again, but this time i felt his tongue. I moaned without humility as his skilled and bulky tongue pushed past my defences. I let him in, i really did. There was no fight as he started eating me. He got rough, his mouth working the bristly fur of his face into my already sore ass. His hands kept my cheeks separated, i could only imagine from my position face down the state of my dripping cock.
For a moment i hoped he liked what i looked like. I hoped i pleased him. I hoped i could appeal to him half as much as his oral work was appealing to me. He couldn't get deep but he made up for it with wet enthusiasm. His drool and mess was dripping down my thigh. It almost tickled but my mind was elsewhere feeling better things. I didn't care what i did anymore, i just wanted him to keep doing things to me.
In my blissful state i grew ignorant really quick. i was not thinking ahead. His first finger pressed through as the tongue bath ended. I grabbed the sheets and groaned again. There were more words but i was hardly paying attention, i was just obeying.
Sit up, lay on your back. He messed with my chest and i let him. His squeezed my balls and told me to like it so i moaned despite my internal screaming. I sucked his fingers clean of flavorless lube. I sucked his fat cock, choking and getting down to the knot before he pulled out. He told me to do it again but to try to hold out longer. to take it down my throat. to try it from another angle. I was just moving. Reacting. Doing. Being done.
The next thing i knew i was coughing from being choked with doggie dick, and simultaneously grunting through the generously sized butt plug getting applied. I was on my back now. I could see his portable camera. He played with the plug, easing it in, telling me to play with myself but not to touch my dick because it was his now. After a moment of nipple play he told me those were his too. My mind rushed for ways to please him, but what else could i do? I asked him what he wanted, tears welling up in a combination of having choked and being mentally strained. My mind was all euphoria.
Well no, when the plug popped in passed the final ridge there was pain. Brief, sharp pain that radiated and faded as he pumped the black silicone in and out of my tortured rear. i remembered a drunk night in college, leaning forward i tried desperately to lick the tip of my own dick, missing a few times before i got a few in.
Vince murred. It vibrated through me like his voice in the air. I felt it deep in me, felt a fear and excitement. If there was any doubt, he was turned on, it faded. With a sharp tug he pulled the toy out and had me turn back onto my knees. i felt his large hips press into mine. He moved my tail aside, he ran his thick wet dick through the crack and pushed lightly into me. My hole was plenty ready for his head, but it was the rest i was worried about. He pressed forward until it was full like the plug and kept going. I felt his gut rest on the small of my back and felt his balls rest against mine, and with a satisfied moan, i could feel the knot press onto my hole.
I moaned and kept trying to steady my breathing. HE started slow but it was hardly helping. "Hope you're ready for all this man meat boy!" he shouted, his speed picking up. His momentum and the force of each thrust was impressive. I rocked back and forth, whimpering and groaning. My poor abused hole was on fire, but he was hitting all the right places and it all died down until it washed over into just pleasure.
He fucked me. It was not sex, but a rough fucking. He called me names, he grabbed my hair, and he worked like a jackhammer until finally with an agonizing push he knotted me. It was loud. I shouted but he howled as he emptied all of his warm seed into my ready hold. HE covered my mouth and he came down from howl to moan and whimper. He stopped for a few moments, then grabbed my ignored cock and started working me.
Somehow he wound up standing on the bed, still knotted with me, jerking me off into my own ready mouth. I swallowed it all and cleaned myself off and basked in the bliss of that carnal pleasure.
He was still recording. He recorded the unknotting, called me hungry and played with my hole more. I assumed there was a cummy mess leaking out but i didn't get to see.
We showered together. The bliss coming down. My ass was still sore from the paddle but i had a new appreciation of the term 'walk funny'. He joked with me, told me to stay in touch and that he would be in touch as the edits came along. He was smoking another cigar.
While we were in the little on site eating area he explained the goal. How for me, he had wanted to break me, and to see me give in. His goal had been for me to open up and accept the role, to capture on film that willing inexperience. "Obviously you're amazing ass was a plus." he winked at me. I got my check, it was too late now to make it too a bank.
He offered for me to stay the night, and i couldn't say yes fast enough.