Mitch is a porn star. A very famous porn star.

He gets videos and messages and pictures from men who watch his videos all the time. Some of them aren't even gay men either.

Some stand out. Some blend in. But there is always one that leaves Mitch a little bothered.

One day, he received a string of videos on Snapchat from one user.

ScottyBucketsxxx

The video started with a, rather attractive, man in his boxers with his cock out the hole in them, the phone recording him through the mirror.

But it wasn't what the man was doing that got Mitch interested. It was what he was saying.

"God you're so fucking hot. I wish I was the one fucking you in all those videos. You're such fucking slut, aren't you. Such a little slut. I'd love to see you bouncing on my cock. Yeah. Get on your knees and suck my big dick." The man continued as he stroked his cock in the mirror.
"Such a slut. I'd make you my little slut. You'd praise my cock at all times. I want to destroy you so bad. Spread your boy pussy and drill your hole. You wouldn't be able to walk." The man continued.

The videos ended and Mitch was blushing like crazy.
"I didn't know I had that much of an affect with people." Mitch placed his phone down.

That entire night he thought about the videos. The man. He even had a dream that he was on his hands and knees, sucking his large member like his life depended on it.

The next day, Mitch went into work and he was assigned to fuck the new guy.

Mitch searched the whole building and nearly passed out when he found him. It was the guy from Snapchat.

The man was a lot larger than he look through the phone screen. A man of 6'3.

The man had such hunger in his eyes that Mitch thought that the man saw him as a juicy batch of boneless vegan chicken wings, dipped in vegan ranch.

'Great. Now I'm hungry. I'm gonna swing by V-shop and have Avery whip me up a batch." Mitch thought to himself.

He was brought from his thoughts at the piercing blue that consumed them. He regained his focus on reality and saw icy blue irises in front of him. The man was crouching a bit.

"Okay. Too close. I enjoy my personal space when we aren't fucking." Moth blurted, his Queen's Instinct speaking for him. The man took a small step back.
"Sorry." He mumbled in a deep, baritone voice.

Mitch sighed.
"Sorry, that's the hunger and sass talking. But I can't really control that. Geez, there it goes again. I'm sorry... again. Look, I'm sure you're a nice guy and I'd be happy to start our introduction over once I've been stuffed. I mean have something in my mouth. I mean gobble a sausage. Fuck! I'll be back, gotta put something in my guts before I gouge an eye out." Mitch quickly headed towards the break room where there was a box of gluten-free cookies that were basically shouting his name.

"Don't worry babies, mommy's here." Mitch spoke softly as he grabbed a cookie and took a shoveled it into his mouth. It took him a few seconds to recoil before he started to completely devour them.
"So good." He whispered between bites.

Mitch was brought out of cookie land for two reasons. He ate all of the cookies and he heard someone clear his throat.
"Shit." Mitch whispered under his breath before turning around quickly, seeing his friend Landon standing with his arms crossed and a raised brow.

He was a burly man. He had a thick, but not long, beard and beastly green eyes. He stood at 6'7 and was a very buff man. He had an 8 inch dick and he always practiced his hips movements. Even as he stands before Mitch now his hips seemed to be moving in a circular motion.

"Hey, Laney. How's the topping going?" Mitch said in a nervous voice, completely in aware of the cookie crumbs that rested on his lips.

Landon walked up to Mitch and suck the plump lips in his mouth, sucking the cookie crumbs from Mitch's bottom lip.

Mitch moaned at the feeling as Landon's warm muscle flicked and dragged along his lip.

Once Landon stopped, Mitch was leaning toward a bit.
"Sorry, looked too good to resist." Landon smirked before grabbing one of the protein bars and walking away, giving Mitch's peaches a good slap.

Mitch was still completely dazed, and he knew he would have to be filming today. Seems they were gonna get the sub Mitch today.
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Mitch walked into the set room and saw Scott was already in costume.

He he was wearing football gear that hugged him hard. Mitch felt his mouth go dry. He looked so manly.

"Grassi! We need you in pumps and a Jersey right now. We shoot in five. Scott isn't gonna wait forever!" The first camera man stated bluntly.

Mitch had five seconds to contemplate what was going on before he was snatched by the design crew and he saw the room spin as clothing was shed and thrown onto him.

Mitch  stood there, trying to gain composure.

"Alright everyone, hit the field. We reserved it for the next hour so we should have plenty of time." A woman that looked like her ego was larger than the amount of bitches that hate her.
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Everyone was set up and Scott had to act as though he was playing football. After about a minute of it, Scott walked up to Mitch in the bleachers where he was biting his lip with a faked anticipation.

"Hey babe, come to see me practice?" Scott smirked as he sat in front of him on the lower bleacher. Even so, he still had an inch of height on Mitch.

"Yeah. I could resist seeing you all wet." Mitch smirked as he bit his lip unconsciously.

"Even after this much practice, I still feel like I've got lots of energy." Scott sighed.
"I can help you with that." Mitch as he reached out and rubbed Scott's padded leg.

"You sure? I've been working out a lot. Been gettin' awfully strong. I'd hate to take away the ability to sit on that cute ass of yours." Scott palmed his growing boner.

"I'll be fine, babe. I can take a big jock cock." Mitch bit his lip and winked.

The camera men cut the cameras and they moved it to the locker room.

The crew turned the cameras back on and Scott looked around to make sure no one was around. Both realistically and acting.

Once he 'made sure' the cost was clear, Scott pulled his cock and and beckoned Mitch towards him.

Mitch up to Scott and immediately dropped onto his knees to grip the large member, pumping it three times before he took Scott into his mouth.

"Yeah. Suck that dick you little slut. You love how I taste." Scott breathed out as he felt the warmth of Mitch's mouth wrap around his 9 inches.

Mitch hummed a soft song as he suck, letting out a few moans at how much he was enjoying it.

Mitch hollowed his cheeks and Scott thrusted into his mouth before pulling Mitch off of his cock and pinning him to the wooden bench with a silent growl.
"I'm gonna drill that tight boy pussy of yours." Scott smirked as he wiggles his length in the air, sending some of his pre-cum into Mitch's face.

Scott lined up and plunged his raging erection into Mitch with no mercy, thrusting harshly from the start.

Although it wasn't normal, even the camera crew got horny at the sight.

The lust was so genuine that it made everyone want to strip of their pants and fuck.

Scott thrusted and thrusted, his cock pulsating at every withdrawal of his veiny cock.

Mitch's moans were uncontrollable. His grip tightened on the thick pine of the bench as he was pounded without mercy.

"You like that? You like it when I drill your hole?" Scott growled loudly.
"Yes." Mitch moaned.
"Louder."
"Yes."
"Louder!"
"Yes!"
"Louder, bitch!" Scott shouted as he rammed into Mitch's prostate.

Mitch screamed a moaning high note as Scott continued to pummel his pleasure spot.

Scott pulled out before he flipped Mitch onto his hands and knees and drilled back in the warmth without and restraint. Mitch arched his back as he clawed the bench. His form resembled a cat stretching but his knees were bent.

"Yeah! Fucking moan for you little bitch. Whose bitch are you?" Scott slapped Mitch's ass as he thrusted.
"Y-yours!" Mitch screamed.

Mitch felt himself before over whelmed and he came all over the bench, pushing his ass into Scott's pelvis even more.
"Good girl." Scott praised as he felt Mitch tighten around him.

He pulled out again and lifted Mitch up, his hands under the small brunette's knees as he hung to his neck.

Scott inserted himself again and thrusted with a grunt.
"Fuck! You're so tight! Bounce on my fucking dick." Scott felt his stomach knotting, but he didn't want the moment to end.

Mitch bounced of Scott's cock with pure passion, loving the feeling of Scott filling him up.

Scott lifted Mitch and placed him on the ground.
"Get on your knees you little slut." Scott jerked his cock while he bit his lip.

Mitch immediately dropped to his knees and jerked Scott's jock cock over his face.

Scott's eyes dilated as he saw Mitch in his current stance. Kneeling before him, jerking his over his face for him. Waiting for his thick juices.

"Fuck!" Scott groaned as he felt himself get closer and closer.

"Come on daddy. I want to taste you!" Mitch but his lip with innocence as he jerked the massive cock.

Scott felt like his body decided to drop kick the 'NUT' button in his body because he shot almost immediately.

Mitch smiled as the thick substance shot all over his porcelain skin.

Scott tried to control his breathing as Mitch played with the cum on his fingers. The camera crew swarmed to him for the footage.

"Did I help you with your problem?" Mitch raised a brow as he sucked on his cum coated finger.

Scott picked Mitch up and collect his cum from the soft skin onto his finger before holding his finger in front of Mitch's lips. Mitch's tongue smacked out and licked the finger with grace.

"And... Cut! Great work everyone! You did great today rookie!" The director quickly left to take care of his 'problem', most of the camera crew leaving to do the same after putting away the equipment.

Mitch limped over to the bend where he caught his breath.
"Wow."

"So..." Scott started.
"How did I do?" The blonde asked with a smirk.
"Well, I'm limping so... that's an indication." Mitch sasses as he plopped down.

"I hope I get to do another scene with you sometime soon. I'll snap you later." Scott winked before walking away in all his glory.

Mitch sighed loudly.
"I have three more scenes left today. Fuck! I don't think I'm gonna be able to drive home after the first round."

Mitch pulled out his phone and called his mansion-mate, Kirstie.
"Mitch?"
"Hey queen. What's up?"
"The Sky."
"You know what I meant but whatever. Anyway, I'm gonna need you to come pick me up after work because my first scene has me limping bad."
"Mitchie got some good dick today huh? He must've dicked you down good to leave you limping."
"Yeah yeah. Be here by 5:00 or I'll put laxatives in your fruit smoothies for the next few months." Mitch giggled.
"Okay! I'll be there! But don't bring the smoothies into this you bitch. I'll pick up some vegetarian ramen before I get there. I know it's your favorite."
"Grab some more strawberries while you're out. I used them all for reasons that shall not be said out loud." Mitch hung up before she could respond.
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Kirstie walked out of the building, holding Mitch bridal style as she walked to the car.
"Thanks Kirst." Mitch said.

Kirstie set Mitch down in the passenger seat as softly as she could. Mitch still screamed and nearly jump at the shooting pain.
"My ass!" Mitch shrieked. Kirstie shoved a fortune cookie into his mouth to shut him up.
"Shut up."

Mitch was put on bed rest for a few days until he regained his ability to walk. He got constant snaps from Scott. Not one of them were something that children could view.