Page 4 of Sweet Shots

“Follow me.”

I stop just outside of the camera view and tell Chase to stand here.

“Take as much time as you need. Come in when it feels right,” I tell him, then head over to the couch to sit down and act as if I’m watching TV. I prefer to get right down to business. The last thing I need is some weirdo hanging around my house. I meet random guys off the internet to fuck, not to hang out with.

When I was a kid, I wanted to be an actor. It was my dream. I watched TV all the time, both shows and movies. I had my favorites that I’d watch over and over again, but it wasn’t always about the story. It was the acting. Some actors are better than others, but I was especially fascinated with those who could do more than one type of character and do it well.

I was obsessed with Leonardo DiCaprio from the moment I saw him inWhat’s Eating Gilbert Grape.I’ve seen every one of his movies, and though he has his tells that he’s the same person doing a different character, he’s exceptional. Some others I enjoy are Sean Penn, James McAvoy, and Jake Gyllenhaal. Nicholas Hoult is another, because good god, that man is sexy. What I would give to make a film with him…

The camera can’t see what I’m watching on the TV; it’s focused on me. My dick is still in my shorts, and I shift so it’s obvious I’m hard, acting as if it’s bothering me. After amoment, I rub myself just once, then again and again until I’m stroking myself through my pants. It isn’t hard for me to act in situations like this because it’s all real.

I fucking love sex. I love being in charge. Love having a man who wants to do nothing but please me. A man who does exactly as I say. It’s my biggest turn on, and knowing Chase is standing over there waiting to do just that? Fuck, I can’t wait to get my hands on him and my dick in his tight little ass.

Pulling my dick out, I lean back and lazily stroke my cock, lifting my shirt up to show off my abs. I lean forward to pull open the drawer in my coffee table to grab the lube that I keep there, pour a hefty amount in my hand, tossing the bottle to the side while lathering my dick. That feels so much better—the relief is instantaneous.

When I was younger, my sex drive was a problem. Got in the way of everything. I thought something was wrong with me for a while, because even though a lot of young guys want sex, I wanted it twice as much as them. When I learned to embrace it and make money off it, my entire mindset changed. Why let a constantly hard dick ruin my life when it can literally make me rich? And it feels good! I can easily come twice a day, every day. I have no issues going twice in a row either. Sure, sometimes my dick gets sore, but I work past it. The orgasm isalwaysworth it.

“You look like you need some help.”

I pause, looking up at Chase who just walked into the frame, keeping my face mostly neutral but slightly confused.

“Who the fuck are you?” I ask, squeezing my dick.

Chase shrugs. “Just a fan.”

Oh, I like that. Good job, Chase.

The thing that’s required to make content with me is being able to go on the fly. I don’t want shitty acting in my videos. I want the real thing. Meaning I don’t use scripts. We get an idea and go with it.

“Is that so?” I ask.

Chase nods, biting on his bottom lip as his gaze goes to my cock.

“So, do you need some help?” He does a good job pretending to be shy. I’ve seen his work. If he’s shy, I’m the president.

“No, I don’t need any fucking help.” I get to my feet, shoving my pants down and tossing my shirt away. “What I need is to teach you a lesson for breaking into my house.”

“But I—”

I walk up to Chase, putting my hand around his throat and leading him to the couch. I shove him onto it. He falls with a grunt.

“Bend over like a good little boy and take your punishment.”

He blinks a few times as if he’s shocked, then does as I say. He’s still fully clothed, and that’s perfect. With his forearms on the back of the couch, he bends over, arching his back so his ass is in the air. I tug his shorts down to his knees, showing off his bubbly little ass. I give him a good smack with my hand that’s still cased with lube, knowing it’s going to leave a bright red mark and hurt that much more. He cries out, looking at me over his shoulder with concern in his eyes.

Chase and I went over our limits. We signed a contract. I’m not doing anything he doesn’t want me to do. That’s not my thing. Though I like it rough, I do like consent. I just happen to like it more when it’s dubious. But I don’t fuck around with that when it comes to work, that’s only when it’s personal.

“Fuck!” he cries out as I give him another slap.

“That’s nothing,” I growl. “You just wait.”

I grab the lube and pour it all over his ass, rubbing it into his skin and up and down his crease. I brush over his hole, listening to him moan as it puckers for me. Chase made it clear he’s fine with me being rough and doesn’t require much prep. He likes the burn.

I love it when they like the burn.

Still, I shove a finger inside him, giving a few pumps before adding a second. He groans, moving into my hand, showing me how much he wants more.

“You like that?” I ask. “Because you’re not supposed to be enjoying this. It’s a punishment.”

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