“What are you staring at?” the producer asked.
“Nothing,” Luke said, looking away quickly. That wad probably had two thousand dollars in it—maybe more. And maybe she deserved it after the gross hour she’d just endured.
Luke took off, excited to get home to take a shower of his own. He could feel the cum drying on his cock: his own cum, the tranny’s cum, and the cum of two other men. He was just praying that he hadn’t contracted some sort of disease. He got to the bus stop and then he tried to read the sign with the bus times on it. But even straining, he couldn’t read the sign without his glasses. He reached into his pocket and realized his glasses weren’t there.
“Shit,” he muttered, realizing he’d left his glasses in the house. So he turned around and went back to retrieve them. But he stopped a block short of that suburban set. He didn’t want to go inside. He didn’t want to see those faces again. He didn’t want to look into that man’s eyes—the man who watched him fuck a tranny before coming all over her cock. He didn’t want the reminder. But those glasses were worth nearly two hundred bucks, so he couldn’t just leave them behind unless he wanted to make this embarrassing experience a complete waste of time. So he walked up to the door and reluctantly pressed the doorbell.
It was a minute before the door opened. Luke was expecting the producer, but instead he got the blonde, who was now clad in a pink housecoat and matching pink slippers. She looked right into Luke’s eyes and smiled. “Hey again,” she said. And Luke was rendered frozen. She hadn’t seen his whole face until that moment, yet she still managed to recognize him.
Luke stuttered before saying, “Hi.” But he’d suddenly forgotten what he came back for. He found himself looking at the blonde tranny, wondering how it was possible that she was a tranny at all. She didn’t look like a tranny, especially with her cock hidden behind that pink housecoat. But even with her makeup washed off and her hair wet and un-styled, she still looked like a lady. And in a way, that was relieving. At least she looked like a real girl. At least Luke could rest easy knowing that he fucked a convincing trap and not some broad-shouldered drag queen.
“Can I help you with something?” she said.
Luke thought for a moment, snapping himself out from his daze. “My glasses—I left my glasses here,” he said. And he could see them, still sitting on that back table with the food spread that no one touched.
The blonde opened the door wide. “Sure. Come on in,” she said with a cute smile. She watched as Luke walked through the house. He grabbed the glasses and headed straight back for the door. “Today was fun,” she said, bringing him to a frozen stop.
“What?” he said.
“I said, today was fun,” she said. But he’d heard her the first time.
“Oh. Yeah, it was,” Luke said, forcing a smile. Now he wasn’t sure what to do. He wanted to leave, but he felt like that would be rude—or was it rude to stand in the middle of that living room. Whose living room was it? Was it her living room? Was it the producer’s living room? Where was that producer now?
Luke felt like he needed to say something so that the silence would become too overwhelming. So he said the first thing that came to his mind. “They paid you well for that?” he asked. And he immediately realized how rude the question was.
She laughed. “Pretty well. I got three grand for this shoot, which is a bit less than what I usually make. But I like working for these guys. They do good work, and the sets are always professional.”
Luke found himself nodding his head slowly. All he heard was ‘three grand’. He couldn’t believe that number. Three thousand dollars for less than an hour of work? Luke couldn’t even imagine making three grand. That was enough to live for almost three whole months, as far as he was concerned.
“Well you deserve it,” he said, forcing a smile as he slipped his glasses into his pocket. He thought about putting his glasses on, but he didn’t want her to see him as he usually was.
“Thanks. You’re so sweet,” she said, leaning forward and kissing him on the cheek. He became tense, like a teenager getting his first kiss, even though he’d already had his cock inside of her asshole—and much more than that. “We should do a shoot together sometime—just me and you. What’s your name?”
Luke hesitated. He thought about giving her a fake name, so that the embarrassment would be lessened. But he didn’t want to be rude. He knew that if he gave her a fake name, she might go to the producer and then find out the name was fake, and then she might be offended. So he gave her his real name, and then he said, “I need to get going.” He turned around and got out of that house. Once he was around the corner, he started running, so he could get as far away as possible—even though he knew it made no difference how quickly he got away from the house. It was already too late. He’d already gone through with the shooting of the film, and soon that film would be online for everyone in the world to see. His own friends could find that video with a few clicks, and then they could watch as Luke rubbed his cock against a transgender woman’s cock.
He pulled that small wad of money out from his pocket and stared at it. Was it worth it? Did he really need that money? And if it were worth it, would it be worth it to do it again? That producer did say they did a shoot every week…
He stuffed the money back into his pocket and he shook off the tingling idea. It wasn’t worth the money. Now, he would be stuck with that depraved memory for the rest of his life, just so he could pay a few bills.
CHAPTER IV
The next few days were long. He kept looking for employment, but found nothing. And then, once he’d gone through every single job posting, he found himself scouring the Internet for that video. He had no idea how long it took to process a pornographic movie, but he couldn’t imagine it took long. The camera never cut while filming—it was just a single, long take, which would require no editing. He couldn’t help but think that it was already out there, already being watched by his friends, and he had no idea how to find it himself.
And worse, his friends would never tell his that they watched it, because by telling him, they would be admitting to watching trap porn. So now, every time Luke saw his buddies, he would be overwhelmed by the paranoia that they secretly knew that he’d gone and done a porn film.
But he kept looking, because he had nothing else to do. He didn’t have enough money to go to the movies or even to play a bit of pool at the billiards hall. He didn’t even have enough money to rent a movie on his Apple TV, so all he could do was search the Internet for that video. He wouldn’t have been able to focus on a movie or a game of pool anyway, knowing that video could be circulating around the depraved corners of the web.
He didn’t find the video, but he did stumble upon a video staring that blonde beauty. In the video, she was with a biological woman. First, she ate out the woman’s pussy, and then the woman sucked her cock. Luke fast-forwarded through the video, to the part where the woman put on a big strap-on and fucked the blonde beauty in the ass. The video ended with the blonde coming on the camera lens.
Then Luke noticed a line under the video window. “See more videos with Elle!” That was the name on the wad of money. It really was her! Luke clicked the link and saw a dozen different videos: some with men, some with women, some with other traps, and some by herself. Luke recognized the living room in a few of the videos. Then he saw a video labelled, “Elle does bukkake!” He clicked it and then his heart stopped. The video opened with the camera over his own shoulder. His tattoo was right there, in the frame, next to Elle’s lingerie-clad body. The sound for the first half of the movie had been replaced with music, probably because the director was shouting at Luke for the whole first half.
Luke watched the whole video in a state of frozen terror. Even with his face covered, it was always obvious when he was on screen—even when that tattoo couldn’t be seen. But would it be obvious to other people? He looked down and saw that the video already had 400,000 views. It had only been up for twenty hours.
How many views would it have by the end of the day? How many views would it have by the end of the month? Surely it was just a matter of time before someone Luke knew saw that video…
Luke read the comments. He didn’t have to scroll far before someone commented on his massive cumshot. “Did you see how much cum sprayed out of that dude’s dick?” The comment had nine hundred likes. Luke’s stomach turned. Half a million people had now watched a video of Luke rubbing his erection against a trans woman’s erection. This horrible anxiety that was now swirling inside of his stomach was certainly not worth two hundred dollars.
It was that night when Luke received an e-mail from the producer. “Hi Luke. That was your name? Just to confirm—you were the guy who came half a gallon of cum on my actress, right? Well she’s requested that I reach out to you for a possible shoot. Is that something you’re interested? I could give you a thousand bucks. Shoot shouldn’t take more than an hour or two. Let me know. If you can come like that again, I’ll make it $1,500.”
And now Luke’s heart was pounding. He didn’t delete the e-mail, but he didn’t reply right away. He had to take an hour to think about it. Was $1,000 his price now? He knew that he had a price, even knowing how humiliating it would be. He knew that by doing another video, he was doubling down on the number of people who might recognize him. But he still needed money. He still had no job prospects. And a thousand bucks is a lot of money—more than high-class escorts get paid.
So he messaged the producer back. “When and where?”
“Same place. You free tomorrow? She’s free tomorrow. Let’s do it tomorrow. Say around 11:00 AM. Go get yourself checked tonight and bring the paperwork with you tomorrow.”
Luke went to his bathroom and he tried to throw up. He couldn’t believe what he was doing, but he just couldn’t resist the money. It was enough money to pay off his credit card. It was enough money to pay for his bills and his rent. It was enough money to survive for another month while he hopelessly replied to every job posting on every job board.
He looked up nearby clinics, but the only one that was open was the one down by his apartment building—the same one he went to just a few days before. He groaned and then he made his way down. The same people were working. “Hello again,” the woman behind the desk said. “What can we do for you today.”
Luke’s face was already red before he said, “I need to be tested.”
“For what this time?” the woman asked.
He cleared his throat. “The same thing—everything. Just test for everything.” He felt the blood rushing into his cheeks.
It only took fifteen minutes, but that fifteen minutes seemed to last a lifetime. The same woman doctor inspected his cock and swabbed his tip. Then she looked him in the eyes as if to say, ‘What the hell are you doing with your life?’ And Luke looked down at his feet, as if to say, ‘Throwing it down the toilet.’
He went home and then he woke up the next morning to a phone call, letting him know that he was clean and good to star in another porno shoot. “Should we e-mail you the results again?” the woman on the phone asked.
“Yes, please,” Luke said with a defeated voice. But he knew he would feel better as soon as he got his thousand dollars—maybe even fifteen hundred dollars. He printed off his clean swab report, and then he got himself showered up and ready for his tranny sex date, which would be filmed and posted on the Internet for everyone to see.
The address was the same as before. He got another awkward look from one of the neighbours as he walked up to the door and reached for the doorbell. It took two minutes for the producer to answer the door this time, leaving Luke standing on the doorstep feeling even more exposed and vulnerable than he felt when he was naked and jerking himself off in front of the camera. “Hey, Luke. Come on in,” said the producer. Luke wasn’t sure whether or not he was happy to see that the living room was empty. At least when there were nine other guys, he didn’t feel so alone. Now, all of the pressure was on him. He couldn’t step back and let the other guys take over. He had to be the star of the show now, and he knew that the director wasn’t a fan of cutting.
“You can start undressed,” the director said. And then he stared at Luke, as if he was waiting for him to get undressed. So Luke carefully pulled off his shirt and started to take off his pants. He noticed the cameraman in the corner, looking his way, and then a woman he didn’t recognize in the other corner, holding a makeup pallet—she must have been the makeup artist.
Luke had the urge to cover his cock as he slipped his pants down, but he knew there was no point. Everyone in that room was about to see much more than just his cock.
He looked around the room and saw that there was a table covered in sex toys: vibrators and dildos and Fleshlights. And were those there for Luke to use on her, or were they there for her to use on Luke? Now that the spotlight would be on him, what was expected of him? He thought about asking the producer, but he was too afraid of sounding like an amateur. He didn’t want to give the producer any reason to cancel the shoot, even though that may have been for the best.
The producer looked down at Luke’s cock. “You need a fluffer?” he asked. “Marina! Come over here. Help Luke get it up so we can start shooting. Elle is ready, right? Almost ready? I don’t want my film opening with a limp dick.”
The makeup artist put down her pallet of makeup and she walked over. She said nothing as she sunk down to her knees before Luke and grabbed his cock. She started massaging it in the most amazing way, using both of her hands and rolling it as if she was rolling some dough into a long rope. “Is he getting hard yet?” the producer called out from across the room.
“Yes. He’s almost hard,” she replied in a strangely monotonous voice, as if it was just another part of the job—and it was.
She had Luke hard in less than thirty seconds, throbbing, and nearly on the verge of coming. He had to ask her to stop. “Sorry. It just—it feels too good.” He felt his whole face turning a dark shade of red.
She sighed and shook her head. “We may have to shoot the cumshot first!” she called out.
The producer man sighed. “Too bad. He can hold it. I’m not cutting.” He looked at Luke. “If you come before her, I’m putting her on top. Got it?”
Luke’s stomach turned. “Got it,” he said.
“Okay, let’s shoot. Roll the camera. Elle, baby! We’re ready for you!”
And Luke just stood there in the middle of the room, his heart racing and his head spinning. He couldn’t believe how quickly they pumped these things out. They didn’t screw around and they didn’t waste time. He wondered how many of these they shot in a day. How many other girls were in those other rooms, waiting for men to show up so they could shoot their scenes?
Elle stepped out in tall heels. She had an intimidating strut, walking with long strides. Today, she was wearing a white dress instead of lingerie. It had no straps—being held up only by her perky fake tits. The skirt of the dress was short, hardly covering her crotch at all. If her cock slipped out from her panties, then it would certainly be hanging down in plain sight—and maybe that’s what the producer was hoping for.
She didn’t say anything as she put her hands on Luke’s shoulders. She looked into his eyes with a grin, and then she leaned forward and kissed him. He hesitated and then forced himself to kiss back. Her lips were soft, like a woman’s—even though they didn’t technically belong to a woman. Her tongue was wet and warm, and she wasn’t shy sticking it in his mouth, though he was shy allowing it into his mouth.
Her hands were moving all over him, down his chest, up his arms, around to his ass, and then one hand slipped around his cock. She began to gently stroke. “You’re so hard,” she said.
Luke cleared his throat. “Just for you,” he said, forcing a grin. He felt so stupid, pretending to be a porn star—even though he now technically was a porn star. He put his hands on her body and started to feel her up and down, eventually moving his hands onto her stiff tits. He squeezed
and she let a big, dramatic moan out from her lips. Luke tried not to laugh. Instead, he said, “Oh yeah, baby,” with an overly masculine voice. And now it looked like she was trying not to laugh.
Were they having fun? Was this just a game to her, and he was only just catching on now?
“I love your big, hard cock,” she said. “It’s so big.”
“But whose is bigger,” Luke said with that same fake voice. He reached down, under her skirt, and he fished her cock out from her panties. His heart fluttered and his legs trembled, but he managed to stay in character. Her cock wasn’t hard, so comparing them was useless. Though now he felt the obligation to get her hard, so her wrapped his fingers around her warm girth and he started to pump. She moaned, so he moaned as well, as if he was enjoying it.
He wasn’t excited to be touching a cock, but he was relieved that she seemed to be having fun in a strangely non-sexual sort of way, as if they were playing a game together. He suddenly felt like there was less pressure to impress her and the cameras. No one was shouting at him, so he must have been doing something right.
He could feel her cock throbbing as he pulled his hand up and down. He could feel her stiffening and growing. It was a weird feeling, but it wasn’t quite as gross as he’d anticipated. Finally, when she was hard, he pressed her cock against his, for the second time that week. They were about the same size, though hers looked bigger because her body was slightly smaller. “Looks like I win,” she said with a grin. “I guess you have to suck it now.” Before Luke could process what she’d said, she had her hands on his shoulders and she was pushing him down to the ground. He took a deep breath. His lips were now a mere inch away from her towering shaft. He took it carefully and pointed it down. Her foreskin pulled back naturally as she reached her maximum size. Then he froze, afraid to go any further but also afraid to disappoint the eyes that were watching him: the eyes of the producer, the eyes of Elle, the eyes of the camera guy and the makeup artist fluffer—and the eyes of the potential millions that would be watching later on their computers.
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