Hole: That's all I was. All I wanted to be.
I'm straight but I needed to make rent. Gay porn seemed like easy money.
I never thought I’d end up here—broke, desperate, and standing outside a gay porn studio with rent due and nothing left to sell but my pride.
It was supposed to be a one-time thing. My buddy said it was easy money, just a quick scene, and I’d walk out with enough cash to breathe again. I told myself it didn’t mean anything. I wasn’t that kind of guy. I wasn’t even gay.
But the moment the cameras started rolling—and their hands were on me—I stopped pretending. The fear burned away, replaced by something more profound. Something I didn’t know I’d been missing.
What I found in that studio wasn’t shame. It was release. Connection. A peace I’d never known before. I came for the money. But I think I found myself instead.
Being used as a hole.
Sitting on the sofa in the cramped studio space, I fiddled with the torn edges of my jeans at the knees. I’d finished my filmed interview portion of the gay porn video I’d agreed to do.
Now, I waited until they were ready for me in the room they’d be filming in. I brushed my hand across my firm abs. I’d been working out more while building up the courage to do this.
The deciding factor was that I’d lost my job at Sports Club and needed rent money. A buddy of mine made a few videos for cash. The $500 per scene was too tempting to pass up.
How hard could it be?
The interviewer asked me about my hobbies, work, and previous relationships. He’d been super excited to learn I wasn’t gay and had never been fucked.
He especially loved how muscular and tanned I was. He’d had me pull up my shirt and show off my abs for the camera; then turn away from him and caress my ass.
I jumped when someone called my name.
“Colin, come with me, please.”
I followed the guy dressed in all black into another room. He pointed at a curtained area.
“You can get undressed there. Leave the jockstrap we told you to wear on.”
I pulled the curtain aside and entered a small dressing room with hooks on the walls. I stripped down and hung everything up. There was a stool in the corner. I sat and waited.
“You ready in there?”
“As I’ll ever be.” I drew the curtain aside and stepped out. The guy gave me an appreciative look after his gaze wandered all over me.
“The cameras will be filming as soon as we walk out there.” He pointed at another curtain. “Follow my direction. Don’t say a word. The only sound we want out of you is moaning.”
I swallowed. “Got it.”
The filming area was chilly as the guy led me into it. I tried not to look too bewildered as I took in a black plywood wall with a built-out section where I assumed I would be lying. I was very conscious of the fact that I was on camera with my cock the only thing covered.
The guy pointed to the bed. At least it had some cushioning. Black like everything else. There was a step. I used it to climb onto the bed and sit on it. The guy motioned for me to lie down.
I did as I was told, lay on my back, and put my legs through an opening at the far end.
The guy motioned for me to move down.
I guess no one spoke.
I shuffled down further. Off to the left, I spotted a camera. Another one to my right. And one above. Red lights on, recording. The space was brighter than I expected.
I felt utterly exposed.
The guy took one of my arms, raised it over my head, put a thick handcuff on it, and buckled it in place. I’d signed a waiver agreeing to being restrained. He lifted and buckled my other arm.
Then disappeared.
I gasped when someone lifted my legs, grabbed me around my thighs, and tugged me further through the opening. Probably the same guy. A curtain that came down onto my belly meant I couldn’t see what was happening on the other side of the wall.
His fingers slipped beneath the bands of my jockstrap and removed it. I wasn’t sure if I’d be permitted to keep it on. But I knew it wasn’t my choice. I’d agreed to the whole thing.
I’d consented to be a fuck hole for men.
The guy lowered my legs but came back quickly and lifted one. I felt rope being wrapped around my thigh a few times, then lifted higher and tugged tight. I’d suspect I’d been trussed to the wall.
He repeated the restraint on my other leg.
I jumped when he peeled my soft cock free from my balls, then sucked on it. I couldn’t stop my body’s response if I wanted to. He left me with a hardening dick.
Thick anklets were put around my first ankle, and I was spread wide, my ankle attached to the wall high above and over to the left of my head. Then my other ankle, making a perfect V.
My ass and hole; exposed and on display to the room on the other side. I couldn’t struggle free of what was going to happen to me even if I wanted to.
The guy came back to my dick and pumped it a few times, then left me to wait for what was going to happen next. It felt like I waited forever.
Someone brushed their hand down my thigh and across my balls. Then a finger down my crease. A hot gust of air preceded the feel of a tongue. My cock pulsed, and I whined.
No one had ever touched me there like that.