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Noiz fidgeted in the uncomfortable chair he'd been offered when he'd first entered the room, crossed his ankles and immediately uncrossed them again. The office he now found himself in reminded him unpleasantly of certain images from his childhood; hours spent in his father's office at work, chastised if he even so much as made a sound when he wasn't permitted to. Still, there were some differences that made a smirk form on his lips; the presence of the tripod and camera in the corner, the black leather couch on the other side of the room that smelled of a vast array of different cleaning products and sanitizers, the large poster of a pretty young man with dark eyes and hair trying to service four cocks at once hanging on the wall. That last one was probably the biggest difference, but who knows what the old man had gotten into since he'd left?
The night before, when he'd been trying to picture the office of Morphine Adult Entertainment in his head out of bored curiosity, he hadn't really expected it to look like this. Perhaps the way one of their recruiters had pulled up next to him a few weeks prior and offered him money to jerk off on camera in the back of their company car had given him bizarre expectations. After he'd agreed and done as requested, the guy who had filmed him tried to offload business cards onto him so fast he'd barely had time to wipe his hands clean, let alone signed off consent forms or been paid. That had somehow given him the idea that they were somehow desperate for new recruits to keep their company alive, or some kind of scam. After about an hour of research when he'd gotten home that night -- while happily eating his way through the pizza his 'debut' had paid for -- he'd found out he couldn't have been more wrong.
Sly Blue. Benishigure. Scratch. Crystal. All names big names in the industry, and all signed to Morphine. Noiz could remember seeing their names pop up more than once in the more personal searches he'd done prior to his research, and those were names you didn't really bother committing to memory before you took your hand off your cock and clicked through to the next video unless you actually saw them several times.
Several minutes had passed since anything had been said. The man sitting behind the room's single desk in the large leather office chair -- Virus, was that it? -- hadn't so much as acknowledged his existence since he'd first invited him to take a seat, apparently too busy with reading over the papers in front of him to bother. The other man, whose name was Trip, was the exact opposite; he seemed unable to look anywhere but directly at him, as if he was filling the one role that Virus couldn't while his attention was elsewhere.
Already bored with his surroundings and feeling impatience prickle under his skin, Noiz stared back. He found their attitudes annoying, but he supposed it was part of the job. You wouldn't have made it far in an industry like this one unless you had a certain attitude.
Finally, Virus looked up from the paperwork with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"So, Mister..."
Noiz shrugged. "Just Noiz is fine."
"Noiz-kun, then," Virus said, corners of his mouth twitching a little in amusement. "I understand you were given a card from one of our scouts after doing some amateur work for our company. Mizuki-san seemed extremely pleased with your video, and I was equally impressed when I saw the footage myself."
Noiz wondered how it felt to be impressed by watching a stranger jerk off and finger fuck himself, but he supposed that Virus had probably seen hundreds of men do it before and he could pick out certain traits that the untrained eye could not. He nodded once to acknowledge the praise and waited for Virus to continue; he wasn't about to start questioning why they were giving him such a chance based on one solo video. He wanted this chance.
"We've reviewed the information that you provided to us on the previous occasion and that all checks out. However, we're still waiting on the results of your medical checks. For now, let's do what we can."
Virus dropped the papers he'd been holding in a neat pile on the desk and gave his full attention to Noiz.
"We don't sign long-term contracts for our actors this early, and you will be no exception. You will get paid of course, but there will be no guarantee of regular work until such time as your releases have proven to be popular and profitable."
"Makes sense," Noiz replied, and Virus nodded.
"In addition, our rates of pay are different depending on what acts you're willing to perform."
For the first time since he'd situated himself behind Virus like some sort of guard of honor, Trip stepped forward and offered Noiz a piece of paper he'd retrieved from one of the filing cabinets behind the desk.
"This explains everything."
Noiz nodded his thanks and quickly scanned the list of acts and their dollar figures. Honestly, he couldn't see much he wouldn't be willing to do. He couldn't see anything much weirder than more extreme forms of penetration or sex with multiple partners, so he guessed they weren't really aiming to appeal to those with more niche fetishes.
"Do I have to tell you what I'm willing to do now?"
"No. We'll deal with all that once your med checks come back. Now," Virus said, gesturing for Trip to grab the camera from the corner of the room, "if you don't mind, we'd like to record a short interview and solo portion of your debut now. We'll publish it on our website as a special sneak preview to gauge and build interest for the full video."
"I don't mind," Noiz said, shrugging off his jacket. "Here?"
"The couch, if you don't mind."
Noiz stood up, walked over to the couch and flopped back down, lounging comfortably as the leather groaned beneath his weight and gave off the distinct smell of disinfectant. It took Virus and Trip about ten minutes to properly set up the camera and lighting, and Noiz turned his attention to his Coil while they did so. A few emails from potential clients he'd have to check more thoroughly later on, but nothing much else. A few seconds later Virus announced that they were ready, and Noiz quickly shut his Coil off and stared down the lens of the camera.
"Incidentally, Noiz-kun... do you wish to use an alias? It's really just a matter of preference."
"I already used my real first name in the other video," Noiz said with a shrug, "so there's no point in using a fake name now."
"That's fine. Ready?"
Noiz nodded, licking his lips wet and spreading his legs a little wider.
"I'll count you in," Trip said. "Five, four, three, two..."
He reached for the camera and a red light started blinking on the front of it.
"Hello, and welcome to this special preview of MAA's newest recruit," Virus said smoothly from his place behind his desk. "You may remember this cute foreigner from a recent installment of our Met on the Street, and now he's agreed to come back to show us more! How are you feeling, Noiz-kun?"
"Fine," Noiz replied, and then smirked. "Excited."
"Oh, it's good to see someone so confident," Virus remarked, sounding a lot more enthusiastic than he looked. "Let me ask you a question... how old are you?"
"Nineteen."
"Hmm, quite young. Have you ever been with another man before?"
The camera lens made a soft sound as Trip adjusted it, probably focusing on his face for his reaction to the question. It was too bad that his age didn't mean he was some inexperienced, blushing kid.
Noiz smirked. "Yeah. More than once."
"Oh? How many?"
Noiz could count up the number of people he'd been with in his head with no problem, but figured if it would be more fun to leave it to fantasy.
"I don't know. Can't remember."
"Sounds like age doesn't necessarily equal experience," Virus mused, and even Noiz had to admit he was impressed that he could put such a suggestive tone in his voice while looking like he was doing something completely mundane. "Do you like giving or receiving?"
Noiz considered, then shrugged. "It all feels good. That's the reason I wanted to do this."
It was true. He didn't need the money because he got more than enough doing IT odd jobs and from the allowance his brother sent to him on the sly, didn't need to piss off his parents because they already thought he was a disgrace. It just seemed like an interesting thing to do with his free time, and he had no reservations about it.
This time, Virus actually seemed to be slightly impressed. "Versatile, hmm? It will be interesting to see you in videos with some of our other talents."
Virus leaned back in his chair, smirking now.
"And finally, just as a gift to our subscribers... would you give us a preview of what we'll be seeing in your debut?"
It took a few seconds, an explicit gesture from Trip and a suggestive arched eyebrow from Virus for him to realize what he was supposed to be doing. He pulled his shirt up first so it wouldn't get in the way, navel piercing shining under the camera lighting as he unzipped his fly and lifted his hips so he could pull the material away more easily. He didn't bother doing the same with his underwear; instead, he pulled it down just far enough for his cock and balls to be in view. He wasn't even half-hard but anticipation was building in his stomach, warm and steady as Trip adjusted the camera to focus on his dick and his cock twitched in response to it. He figured he was probably large enough soft to make an impression anyway, and he smirked when Virus gestured for him to start touching himself.
It was kind of hot, knowing that thousands of people across the could be watching the video not too long from now. He took his cock in his hand with a smirk and a soft exhale and began to stroke it slowly, feeling it twitch and swell against his palm from the stimulation. He licked his lips again and shut his eyes, focusing on the warmth that was slowly working its way through the rest of his body from the pit of his stomach. For a while there was no sound in the room aside from his own soft moans and gasps of breath, and Noiz could gradually feel himself drawing closer to climax as he rolled his hips to meet his hand. He was unsure whether he should wait for a signal or just jerk himself until he came, so he opened his eyes and tried to give the two men behind the camera a subtle look indicating he needed direction. Luckily, Virus seemed to have anticipated this and quickly spoke up.
"It seems that you're quite heavily pierced everywhere, hmm? Someone should count them up and send us the exact number when your full debut is released."
Noiz stopped stroking his cock with his eyes half-lidded and a smirk on his face. He carefully pulled his foreskin back from the head of his erection and went to hold it at the base with just his thumb and forefinger, giving the camera a clear view of the entire length of his dick. The piercing at the head of his cock shone in the light, sticky wet with precum.
"Looks good, right?"
"Very good. I don't think we've had a talent with genital piercings before," Virus mused cheerfully, as though he was discussing the weather. "It will be interesting to see how someone reacts to feeling them inside of them. Now, Noiz-kun... how about you finish yourself off? Everyone wants to see how cute your face is when you cum."
Noiz sighed softly, once again grasping his cock with his whole fist and beginning to stroke. He'd wondered if the camera was going to have any effect on him before he'd arrived; if anything it made it easier for him to cum this way. He twisted his palm over the head, his own precum slicking his skin, tugged at his piercings and dug his nails into the shaft of his cock. As sensitivity built at the tip of his dick, he reached down to cup his balls with his free hand to finish himself off. A sharp squeeze of his balls and the corner of a thumbnail digging into the head of his cock was what it took to finally push him over the edge, and he moaned as he felt his cum spurt from the tip of his cock and drip down onto his hand.
"You did a wonderful job," Virus said, smirking at Noiz as he raised his dirty hand to his lips and began to lick his own cum from his fingers while staring down the camera. "Though there was one thing I did notice... could it be that you like a little bit of pain?"
"... a little," Noiz mused, sucking the last of his fingers clean with a wet pop. His face was still burning with heat from his orgasm and his mind was still filled with a pleasant, vague buzz. He couldn't be bothered with trying to form a more coherent answer.
"Maybe we should have expected it, considering your piercings. Anyway, what a good way to introduce yourself to our subscribers," Virus said. "Please remember to watch out for Noiz-kun's debut, and please visit our site for more videos!"
"And... cut," Trip said after a few more seconds of the camera focusing on Noiz's flushed face and softening cock, only held firm and in view by his hand around the base.
"Excellent job," Virus said with a smile, grabbing the tissue box from the corner of his desk and tossing it to Noiz, who caught it with his free hand. "I didn't even catch a hint of the nerves that we usually see from first timers. Are you sure you haven't done this before?"
Noiz shook his head and began cleaning himself off. Aside from the one vid he'd done before for Morphine and playing around on webcam when he was younger, this was his first time. Still he supposed he'd probably been more calm than most people would have been in his place. He finished cleaning up, tucked his cock back into his underwear and fixed up his clothing.
"When you do normal shoots, you'll have time to shower and relax afterward. You'll be provided with meals if it goes overtime, too. We like to look after our models here."
"It doesn't bother me to just clean up like this," Noiz replied.
"Well, at least feel free to clean up a bit better in the bathroom," Virus said, gesturing to the office door. "Third door on the right when you leave here. You can discard the used tissues there too. After that, please return here quickly."
"Why?" Noiz asked, brow furrowing. "I thought that was it until my med tests came back."
Virus and Trip looked at each other with placid, unreadable expressions and then back to Noiz.
"Well... the truth is, we may already have an idea of who we'd like you to work with for your first scene. We're a small company despite our reputation, and our actors are quite close to one another. So we thought it would be good to introduce you to them now."
Noiz shrugged. It didn't really matter to him whether he was the outsider, but if it would keep these two happy he supposed it would be worth it. "Whatever."
"I'll take that as a yes," Virus said dryly. "Please try to hurry. Their break should be coming up soon, and we want to avoid interrupting the shoot if we can."
"Ahh... more, more!"
Aoba moaned loudly, gasping as he felt the man between his legs obey his command and begin to fuck him harder, his cock pressing so deep inside of him with every thrust that it was almost painful to feel so full. The two cocks in his hands twitched and bounced in response and he tried to jerk them both equally, but it was hard to concentrate with the tip of the cock inside him pressing into his sweet spot with every thrust. His own erection was lying neglected against his belly, flushed red and dripping warm precum over his skin.
A snort of laughter came from one of the men standing over him.
"Heh, you hear that? He likes it."
Aoba moaned wantonly in response, but his expression changed to one of desperate disappointment as the cock in his right hand was pulled from his grasp. The cock in his ass soon followed, and soon he was left alone and looking like a desperate, overstimulated wreck.
"No, please..."
"Awww, look how desperate he is."
Two hands, one under each of his arms, pulled the weak Aoba to his feet to allow one of the men to lie down, and the other two dumped him unceremoniously in their friend's lap.
"If you want it that bad, ride his cock. You want it, don't you?"
Aoba nodded desperately, unable to speak from want. He crouched over the prone man's cock, grabbed it at the base to hold it steady as he pressed the head against his hole and then, with a single deep breath, bore down until the entire length was inside his ass.
"Heh, he took it all at once!"
Aoba moaned incoherently bounced unevenly, grinding his hips down onto the other man's cock so the head teased his prostate over and over again. A second later, one of the other men nudged his cheek with the damp head of his erection and Aoba turned his head to take it into his mouth, swirling his tongue to taste the salty fluid leaking from the tip as the third man grabbed Aoba's wrist and guided the blue-haired man's hand back onto his dick.
Aoba was so close despite his own cock not being touched at all, and tears beaded at the corners of his eyes as he felt orgasm building low in his belly. He pulled away from the cock in his mouth, his lips still connected to it by a thin line of spit as he cried out from the intense pleasure inside of him. The man beneath him reached up to roughly pinch his nipples, and Aoba almost screamed.
"Gonna cum," he whimpered a second later, precum leaking freely from the tip of his dick and dripping down his stomach and thighs. "Please, just let me..."
"Cut! Cut!"
"Eh?!" Aoba exclaimed, eyes shooting open as he glared at the shadowy figure off-camera. "Mizuki?! What was wrong with that one?"
"To be honest," Mizuki said, scratching his head as he looked at the scene through the display screen on the main camera, "I'm just not feeling this camera angle. It just doesn't look very appealing, you know? Maybe we need an extreme close-up of the penetration..."
"That was the first thing we tried, and you didn't like it so you changed to this," Aoba said, gesturing down his own body.
"I think it could use more close-ups of your face too... after all, the title is The Sweet Face Of Suffering! Sly Blue × 3 Cocks Cum Inside ♥."
"... does it really need the love heart at the end?" Aoba asked, smiling sheepishly as the two men on either side of him stepped away.
"Sorry, Aoba. That's what the bosses want," Mizuki said with an apologetic grin, "we'll break for lunch and take it from the top after that."
Aoba sighed deeply and slowly eased himself off the cock he'd been riding, offering his hand to the man to which it belonged.
"Thanks, Aoba," the man said with a smile that Aoba returned. Assistants immediately rushed onto the set carrying warm towels and robes, and Aoba nodded gratefully to them and began to clean up.
"I swear, Koujaku," Aoba said with a sigh as he wiped himself clean, "he acts like he's going for the Academy Award for cinematography."
"I heard that, you two. And I could win an AVN Award, even if they are rigged!" Mizuki snapped from behind the camera, and Koujaku and Aoba began to laugh.
"Aoba-san!!"
"Oi, Clear!" Koujaku snapped as the younger man bolted past him to tightly hug Aoba around the waist. "Watch out!"
"Was I too rough?" Clear asked. "I don't want to hurt you!"
"I'm fine, Clear," Aoba managed to say, gasping for air. "But uh... you might want to put on your robe."
A soft, irritated grunt from beside him caught Aoba's attention, and he looked over to find Mink looking over the single page of "script" that Mizuki had given them to learn for the shoot.
"Who thinks this crap is erotic...?"
"The subscribers," Koujaku replied, shrugging as he tied his robe shut . "And they pay our wages, so it's best to give them what they want."
Mink's expression told Aoba that the older man didn't agree with Koujaku, but before they could discuss it any further they were being shooed off the set so the assistants could clean up. Aoba sighed softly and sat down in one of the chairs off-camera, nodding in thanks as he was handed a cup of water to drink. He was about to take a sip when a sharp knock came from the door leading to the studio, drawing his attention. Mizuki ran to open the door and grinned when he saw who was standing on the other side.
"Virus, Trip!"
"Mizuki-san," Virus said, smiling as he walked into the room. "It seems that everything is going well here. Are you on lunch now?"
"Yeah, only just started. Do you need anything?"
"Actually, we just wanted to introduce someone. We think you might know him."
Aoba watched, half-interested as Virus stood aside for a young man with several piercings, blonde hair and green eyes to step by him. Probably yet another assistant or photographer to help with shoots, he figured, and he rested his chin in his palm boredly.
"Everyone, please say hello to Noiz. He's our newest recruit, and he should be making his video debut by next week!"
Now that was more interesting; it wasn't often that Virus and Trip hired new talents and they usually didn't put those they hired right into video shoots. Photo sets to gauge interest were more common at first... then again, they had mentioned that the kid knew Mizuki.
"Oh, I remember you!" Mizuki said. He offered his hand to Noiz, who took it and shook it just before the scene turned awkward. "Met on the Streets, right? Or were you a Midorijima Twink Parade alumni?"
"The former," Noiz replied with a somewhat distasteful expression on his face.
"Well, I remember you were good and that's all that matters," Mizuki said with a laugh. "Welcome to the company!"
Clear rushed over from his corner of the set and happily grabbed Noiz's free hand in both of his own.
"It's very nice to meet you! I go by the name Crystal, but please just call me Clear."
"Clear is a newer recruit," Trip said, suddenly stepping into the studio and shutting the door behind himself.
"We weren't planning to include him in any of the scenes for your debut," Virus said, "but I'm sure you'll work together in the future."
"I'll be looking forward to it!" Clear said, beaming happily as he dropped Noiz's hand do Virus and Trip could introduce him to everyone else.
"That is Benishigure... or Koujaku-san," Virus said, pointing to the corner of the room the man in question was smoking with Mink. "And the other is Scratch, or Mink-san."
"Oh?" Koujaku said, his name being called catching his attention. "Is this the new recruit? How are you, bean sprout?"
A shiver went down Aoba's spine as Noiz's expression turned dark. "I'm not a bean sprout, old timer."
"Old?!" Koujaku scoffed, an irritated smile on his face. "You should learn some respect for your seniors, kid."
"I knew you were old," Noiz drawled, "but a senior? You're more ancient than I thought. You should consider retirement."
Koujaku's eyes narrowed, and Trip calmly stepped in from the side to come between the two men.
"Anyway," Virus said with a warning tone, "we were thinking of having a masturbation scene between you and Koujaku-san, Noiz-kun. As for Mink-san... definitely something to do with pain with you in the submissive role, if you're willing. But we're getting ahead of ourselves. We haven't even introduced you to the person we want you to film your first scene with!"
Aoba had been taking a long drink of water when he realized Virus meant him, and he choked awkwardly on the mouthful he'd been swallowing at the time. Trip walked over to him with one hand raised in greeting, with Noiz and Virus bringing up the rear.
"Yaho, Aoba."
"Good afternoon, Aoba-san."
"Virus, Trip," Aoba managed to splutter in between coughing. "G-good to see you!"
"And you, Aoba-san," Virus replied. "We're rather excited to inform you that you'll be the one to break our new recruit in."
"Fine with me," Aoba grinned, getting up and offering his hand in greeting. "I go by the name Sly Blue... but just call me Aoba."
Noiz once again waited for a few seconds before taking the proffered hand and stating his own name.
"Anyway, I'm looking forward to working with you! The first time you're on camera with someone else can be kind of intimidating, so don't hesitate to ask me if you need help. You can think of me like a big brother figure if you want. We're all like family here."
Noiz scoffed and averted his gaze. "I'm not worried at all."
"... oh, well then," Aoba said awkwardly, frowning a little. Noiz had looked back to him now, and Aoba couldn't help but feel self-conscious with the kid's gaze on him. "W-what is it?"
Noiz shrugged. "I was just thinking you look different than in your videos."
Aoba's eye ticced. "How so?"
"In real life you're kind of scrawny."
Embarrassed heat rose to Aoba's face and he narrowed his eyes at Noiz. "I don't know what gave you that idea, kid, but I'm fine."
"Heh, you're blushing from a comment like that?" Noiz smirked. "How can you stand fucking on camera for money?"
"Oi, shut it brat!"
"Well," Virus interrupted, "that concludes our introductions. I'm sure you'll all work well together on camera."
Not one to miss a subtle warning from his friend and boss, Aoba backed down. Noiz didn't look like he'd even been bothered by their exchange.
"We'll be taking Noiz-kun to discuss some contract matters now. Aoba-san," Virus said, "please continue your excellent work."
"Yeah, Aoba," Trip stated. "Don't forget we're your..."
"You're my biggest fans, I know," Aoba said with a grin. "See you after the shoot."
"Come with us, Noiz-kun," Virus said, and he and Trip began to walk off. Noiz aimed one last smug smirk in Aoba's direction before following after them, and Aoba couldn't help but roll his eyes. Once the three had left the studio, Koujaku stubbed out his cigarette and walked over to stand next to Aoba.
"What a little shit," he muttered, scowling at the now closed studio door.
"You're telling me," Aoba muttered. "Still, he must be good if Virus and Trip hired him after one vid and an audition."
"Well, the cocky brats like him never last long anyway. He'll probably do one video and quit," Koujaku snorted. "Heck, I give him one scene before he backs out."
"And I'm the lucky one who has to put up with him first," Aoba sighed. "I hope he doesn't screw around too much, I hate it when shoots go over time."
"We're running behind schedule, everyone!" Mizuki shouted suddenly, as if on cue. "Ten minutes and we'll be starting up again, so make sure you're ready!"
"We'd better grab something to eat before we run out of time," Koujaku said, and Aoba nodded and followed him over to the small refreshments table before Clear could take all of the best food.
They'd need time to get prepared before they were back on camera, after all.