Page 53 of Salacious Star

Again, the absurdity of my job made my shoulders shake as I struggled to contain a laugh, and I shuffled my feet apart to make sure that I was stable as I rested inside the machine. The opening was just wide enough for my shoulders with some finagling, but if I wasn't careful, I couldgenuinelyget stuck in here.

The thought sobered me a little as I heard some shuffling from outside the machine, and then Dorian called, "Action!"

I shifted back and forth between my feet, my breathing sounding very loud in my ears suddenly, and then I heard the "front door" of the apartment slamming shut. "Jay, I'm home!"

Tristan's voice was loud and casual as he called out my stage name, and I bit back a snort, sinking my teeth into my lower lip to keep myself from letting out any unwanted sounds. James McQueen was my porn star name, and I had to admit that I liked it, even though I'd had absolutely no input from Cole before the first video was put up.

It was funny to hear myself referred to as it, though.

"Hey," I called out, remembering myself. My voice cracked a little as I said the line, and a few moments later,I heard a soft sound of surprise from behind me as Tristan "stumbled" on me.

"Everything okay, Jay?" Tristan's voice was warm and deeply amused, and my cock twitched in my pathetic costume at the sound of it. I'd already been half hard at the thought of the fucking that I already knew that I was going to get, but the sound of his voice hurried the process along, making me shift again, as if in discomfort.

"Um. Yeah. In a bit of a predicament here, in case you can't tell." I let out a little laugh, trying to sound awkward, the way I would if we wereactuallyroommates and he had stumbled on me like this. That would be embarrassing as fuck.

"Mm. I can see that. Want to tell me what the hell you were doing to get jammed in there like that?" Tristan snickered, and I could just imagine him leaning against the wall as he looked at me, his eyes lingering on my bare lower back and my ass where the silky white underwear stretched, showcasingeverything.

And just like that, I was rock fucking hard and my hole was twitching, already loosened and fucking ready for Tristan's cock.

I bit back a tiny whimper at the though and forced myself to continue along the meager script we'd been given, even though everything inside of me was ready to start begging already. "Um, laundry?"

I laughed again, the sound a tiny bit more strained, and Tristan hummed before steps vibrate against the floor by my bare feet. I'm not acting when the soft touch on my lower back makes me jump, and Tristan strokes my skin with the rough tips of his fingers.

"Is that why you're wearing these slutty little boxers, hmm?" He clicked his tongue reproachfully as he teases hisfinger under the elastic, snapping it against my skin with a subtle sting. "These would be see-through if they were wet, you know."

I could feel the tip of my cock already leaking, soaking through the fabric, and I knew that he was right. I was sure that the camera had found the best angle to showcase how fucking hard I was outside of this machine, and my cheeks burned at the thought.

The humiliation only added to the scene, though, and I swallowed before I managed, "Um, right. Well, laundry day, what can you do? Can...can you help me get out?"

I made sure to tip my voice up at the end of the sentence, as if I were actually asking, and the soft rumble of contemplation that Tristan let out at my words made the muscles of my ass clench, almost without my permission.

"Are you sure that's what you want, pretty boy?" he asked, his voice suddenly lower.

Before I could answer, his hands were on my ass, gripping firmly over the silky fabric. The sudden, possessive touch made me gasp, and I bit back a tiny whimper as Tristan massaged the muscle of my buttocks before releasing. Pain burst to life with a sharp slap that landed over the fabric, andthatmade me let out a soft whine.

"Um. Lance. Dude." I forced my rough voice into some semblance of calm and steady, swallowing hard before I continued, "I'm straight..."

It was the part of the script that had made me snort the most when I read it, but in this moment, it was erotic as fuck. Problematic as hell in real life, of course, but what gay man hasn't dreamed of corrupting the straight hottie of his dreams?

Couldn't be me.

"Really?" Tristan's silky voice floated over my ears, sinking into my brain and turning the gray matter to fucking mush. His hand smoothed over my lower back again, and thistime, he grasped the waist of my underwear with intention. "So you're going to sit there, stuck and unable to fucking move, and tell me that your cock isn't rock hard right now? After a tiny little spank and my hands on you for the first time?"

His voice was almost sinister with his words, and I couldn't stop the moan that burst out of me. My cock throbbed, and I shook my head, knowing that nobody outside the machine would be able to see it.

"Lance..."

He chuckled, the sound even more sadistic as a thump reached my ears, and I knew that he'd sunk to his knees right behind me so that his face could be level with my trapped ass.

"Poor baby," he cooed. "Already begging for me. We've barely fucking begun."

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Tristan

The muscles of Xander's ass flexed under my hands as I gripped him, and the smirk that spread across my face as he shifted under my hands was entirely genuine. I could feel the weight of the camera on my face, watching as I leaned closed and brushed my lips over one of Xander's cheeks, and he tensed even more under my hands, a tiny squeak escaping him.

"Lance..." Xander's voice wobbled as he whispered my stage name, and I released his ass with one hand so that I could reach down and adjust myself, the jeans I was wearing strangling my length at an awkward angle.

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