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“You want us to what?!” Yoshinori said, believing he heard Goro wrong. The three were laying in bed, having just finished their nightly threeway. Aiden laid nestled between the two, his face buried in Goro’s pecs.
Goro shushed him as Aiden shifted at the sound, before sinking back to sleep, “An old camper started an adult filming club at his college and needs actors. And I said we’d consider it.”
“W-why?!” Yoshi whispered, to which Goro replied, “You’re really asking this? Do you know how many pornos we’ve filmed? Most of them were because you two wanted “review your technique.”
“Th-that’s not-!!” Goro shushed him again. “Before you say anything, remember which one of us saved up money for a new camera to film his bedroom when he was young? And who begged my old motorcycle friends to gangbang you? And who sold his ass for camp money two summers straight!”
“Alright, alright, point taken! So what is this school you mentioned?” Yoshinori growled out, for no other reason than to end the conversation.
Goro smirked, “Oh trust me, if I told you, you wouldn’t believe me…”
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“…You’re kidding me.”
“No fucking WAY!”
“I told you it was hard to believe.” Goro said as they stood in front of the college entrance. Also known as “Olympus University."
“The adult filming club is here?!” Yoshinori still couldn’t believe it. Goro nodded, “How many times are you gonna ask that? The answer is still YES.”
Aiden sniggered as he looked around. “Gotta say, I’m not surprised. A boys only college, all these hunks in one place. Hormones gotta be through the roof here!”
Goro elbowed him, earning the older man a frown. “Keep your voice down and keep your pants on.” He said in a hushed tone, “The club isn’t exactly… official here.”
Yoshinori whipped his head to glare at him, “MEANING?!” Goro sighed as he gestured to them to follow him.
“From what the old camper told me, the club is identified as just a filming club, since no college would permit something like this. So, they make their films in secret and pocket the money.”
“They sell them? How do they not get caught?” Aiden asked as he gawked at the student athletes around them. Goro shrugged, “They have their ways, and from what I’ve been told, several students AND faculty assist in keeping it a secret from others for their own benefit.”
Aiden sniggered again, “I bet they do. Jocks in gay pornos, who wouldn’t benefit?” Yoshinori glared at him, “Aiden!”
Goro led them to a small building far from the main campus. “This is the site?” Goro nodded, “Correct. The head of the club is inside to meet with us. Let’s go.”
Without another word, Goro walked in, followed by an eager Aiden. Yoshinori, after staring at the old building for a moment, reluctantly followed.
Inside, the trio was greeted by a simple lounge room. Standing in the center was a short young man, younger than Yoshinori and Aiden. He wore a brown jacket, had matching brown hair and spectacles, and was shaking Goro’s hand enthusiastically.
Seeing Yoshinori, that young man beamed, “And you must be Yoshinori! A pleasure to meet you!” He let go of Yoshinori’s hand and stepped back, “I am Jacques, president of Jock Studio.”
“Um, yes! Hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Goro has told us, well, a lot about this club!” Yoshinori greeted in an uncertain tone, looking around nervously at the seemingly normal room.
Jacques chuckled, “Oh, I’m sure he has! Sir Goro has been a loyal customer and supporter since we started! We’re still rather small, but hopefully that’ll change with our ‘collaboration.’”
Aiden raised his hand, “So, what exactly kinda stuff do you want us ta do? Just, fuck on camera?” Jacques shook his head, “Well, of course that is a part of it, but there’s a bit more to it. Come with me.”
The three men followed the student into the next room. Inside they found what was most definitely the recording studio. It contained everything you’d expect to find in a legitimate film site, from an expensive looking camera, a computer with audio software, to even a director’s chair!
In the center, Yoshinori saw a simple black couch, just big enough for roughly two to three people to sit on. Behind it was a bone white wall, which reminded Yoshinori of a phrase he heard Aiden say; a casting couch.
“Currently we have six members in the club; all popular athletes in their respective sports, at that. It's one of the many reasons they;re videos are so popular. All those hot bodies, primed from practice, writhing against each other…” Jacques caught himself, chuckled awkwardly at the three of them, “Oh, I’m sorry! It’s hard not to slip into that turn of phrase.”
“Bet that’s not the only thing that’s hard…” Aiden muttered jokingly, earning him two elbows to the side.
Jacques merely smiled, then continued, “As I was saying, they’ve each produced a few videos of their own. Despite obviously having their own preferences, as I’m sure you three do as well, they’re each willing to either top or bottom in their videos. They’ve also each agreed on a certain theme and script of the production.”
He handed them each a paper, split up into six paragraphs. At the top of each paragraph was a picture of a young man, who Yoshinori assumed was the club member assigned to each script sample.
“NO WAY!” Aiden suddenly shouted, “Is that King?!” Aiden pointed at the third picture on his sheet. Yoshinori looked and saw the face of a young, very well built man with red hair.
“Ah, yes! Derek Kingsfield! I’m not surprised you recognize him, he’s done a good number of adult films, even outside our lit-”
“DIBS!” Aiden shouted again, “I call dibs! I’ll do it with him!” He was practically jittering with excitement. “What’s the scene?” Goro looked at the paper again, but Aiden interjected, “Who cares?! He could beat me to a pulp for all I care, and I’ll still let him do it!”
“Aiden!” Yoshinori said angrily, as Jacques chuckled nervously. “I assure you, Mr. Yoshinori! No harm will come to any of you! I’d never allow a production like that to occur!”
Aiden grinned widely, “As for my second one, I’ll pick this guy! Leo Mendes, he looks fun!”
Goro scanned the page, “In that case, I think I’ll work with Mr. Avan Geiserford. A smart young man like him should be an interesting change of pace.” He said with a mocking side eye to his partners.
“G-Goro!” Yoshinori exclaimed while Aiden burst out laughing. Goro continued, “As for my second partner… Hmm, hard to decide. All three of them look promising.”
Jacques cleared his throat and said, “If you’re having trouble picking, may I offer a suggestion?” Goro nodded, and Jacques pointed to the paper, “Bryce Callahan. He’s one of the wrestling team’s best competitors, so his body is primed for the physical exertion someone like you could dish out. Not to mention the package AND the cake he carries in his singlet is certainly a prize to behold.” Jacques pumped his eyebrows seductively as Goro grinned slightly, “Is that so…?” he lazily palmed his growing erection in his pants.
“Yes, but unfortunately, he’s not exactly open to the whole… ‘homosexuality’ part of our club. He acts rather aggressive towards others, and it’s been hard getting him to get along with most of the other members. A strong older man like you might be just what he needs to calm down.”
“So, he’s a brat, eh? Well, I do have experience disciplining brats.” He licked his lips, then turned to Yoshinori. “So that means that Yoshinori will be paired with the last two. Err, Yuuto Nakajima and Zayne Alexander.”
“But-wait! I haven’t agreed yet!” Yoshinori sputtered. His partners both groaned in annoyance. “Come on, Yoshi! Don’t you wanna have some fun?” Aiden asked with a playful thrust of the hips. Goro nodded, “Indeed. And this way, you can even make money off of these performances, rather than just letting them sit on a shelf.”
Yoshinori thought about what they said, and then Jacques spoke up, “Mr. Yoshinori, please, don’t misunderstand. None of my staff will make you feel uncomfortable or in danger. If you truly don’t wish to, no one will force you. But if you did, if you’d like, we could just blur out your face to keep you anonymous.”
“What?! Don’t do that, I wanna his face when he’s gettin’ fucked! It’s so cute!” Aiden pouted. Jacques sighed and continued. “My point is, I know the adult film industry can be… troubling. Using drugs to enhance performance, strict regimes for health and body maintenance. You won’t find any of that here, I give you my word on that.”
“Our performers know how to give genuine pleasure to themselves and your partners, not just faking it for the camera. And from what Sir Goro tells me, the three of you are adept at that, too.” Goro chuckled as Aiden narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
“All we are trying to do here is make a fun club where our members can enjoy themselves. That’s my dream for Jock Studio.”
Yoshinori stared at Jacques, surprised. He didn’t expect the owner of a PORN club to have such… hopeful eyes. It reminded him of when Goro spoke about the camp, or when Aiden talked about his cooking.
‘Fun…’ Taking a deep breath, Yoshinori said with a confident, yet still nervous voice, “When do we start?”
Abs so it began, after much deliberation, the trio agreed to two specific shootings; one as a regular casting couch, and the other as a scripted film.
All that’s left to decide now is… who’s first?