Two's company, three's a crowd, five's a gangbang.

You glance back over your shoulder and see a stable of studs following behind you. All of the appear swaggering, strong...and stupid. They look like they just stepped out of benetton, a beautiful palette of pale to darker hues, and every one an Adonis. They all seem cocky and self assured and they have no problem pushing away any other would be studs, interested sissies, or curious bois. It looks like your debut film is going to be a real sausage fest. You aren't sure how to feel about that. You've never been with a man before, you weren't ever attracted to them as a boi before.

Cocks on the other hand, they have long held a special place in your lust. After long lurid hours staring at hard flesh spreading wet, wanting holes, it was only natural to fixate on these towering totems of manhood. The rest of the man you can do without. That's why you were hoping for a more sissycentric cast. Then again, you did always prefer to see pornstars pounded by studs. Now that you are the pornpig, maybe it's only fitting you get spit roasted by real men?

You don't have time to answer your questions or quell your fears before reaching Alexi's dorm. You feel the flock of studs push against you, hard hands and harder bulges crushed against your practically naked flesh. You melt and feel your mind dripping down the back of your throat and forming sticky sweet drool as you wait impatiently and grind your body against their hands and cocks. You have all the answer you need. It doesn't matter what you want...it's inevitable. In porn, the slut gets fucked. Lucky you, you are the slut. Daisy knocks impatiently, almost as **** to see you get fucked as you are.

"Da. Da. Da. I am comingk, you can't rush me just because I am Russian." Alexi opens the door; a slight built boi with angular, but slightly androgynous features. You've seen him around, but he is mostly locked away with his film equipment. No one is sure if he is even actually Russian, or if he tried out that as an affectation and it stuck even though no one cared or would have thought it was cool if he was actually Russian. "What in the Hell, damn guys?! What are you bringingk to my doorstep?"

Daisy pushes past him, and the herd of beefcake follows after. Once inside, Alexi's dorm is much bigger than you would expect. Daisy told you a rumor that he got footage of the Dean doing things that would make even her blush and was allowed to have contractors knock down the walls between several dorms and give him a loft. Anyone else would have taken this chance to turn it into a bachelor pad, but Alexi apparently was a shy boi who preferred to watch. However, with the way he's watching you, you wonder if he might want to do more than look..."So what is the happeningk? Why are you in my room with this блядь?"

Daisy stomps over to him and spits, "Speak American, pendejo! You like to make movies, my roomie, Brandi wants to be in one. It's going to be called Dorm Floor Bitch and these alpha assholes I can't be bothered to learn the names of have a supporting role as muscles and cocks." She gives them a playful wink to let them know she still loves them, whatever their names are. "And they are going to be very disappointed if you get in the way of their big break in Hollywood. Aren't they?" They take the hint and surround Alexi, who fumbles to find his camera.

"Hey! No need for the rough stuff. I am notorious sex peeper, am I not? Of course I will be filmingk bang gang." Everyone ignores his Boris Badinov broken english as he sets up a camera rig and sound in the middle of his dorm. The studs stare and lick their lips, but you suppose they are enjoy the **** and tension as much as you are. Maybe they are so used to sissies throwing themselves at their feet, that being made to wait is a welcome appetizer. They certainly look ready to eat you up. And while you still haven't decided whether or not your are into guys, you are feeling excruciatingly edible right now.

Alexi has finally set the scene after what feels like a lifetime of waiting and after all that time it is an empty floor and a white couch. He can see the look of disappointment in your eyes, and he snaps. "Look, ever since the sissy virus, elaborate set ups and plots and even rudimentary explanations are out. Every one knows sissies don't need a reason to fuck. Hell, you couldn't stop yourself if you wanted to." He spits on the floor, his contempt as clear as his accentless speech the moment he set foot on set. He turns to Daisy, "Please tell me you at least have some footage of her transformation I can splice in later. The losers that stroke to this stuff always want the before picture or they can't get off."

Daisy holds up her camera and says, "Trust me, Alexi, we have something special with this sissy. Just shoot the scene and let her do her thing. She isn't your usual sissy slut that gets off on being watched. It's waaaaaaaay sicker than that." Daisy tosses you a friendly wink like you should take that a compliment, and oddly enough, you do.

Alexi rubs the bridge of his nose like he has a headache. "Okay, fine...perfect. I'll just be a glorified camera man and this newborn bimboi can direct the scene. Okay, Sissy B. Demille, go to the middle of the couch, the steaks here will surround you, and then you will look into the camera and tell us your name, something...something your dad didn't hug you enough or hugged you too much and now you wanna do a porno. You got it?"

You nod, wondering what you will say with the cameras roll, will you freeze, turn and flee, or will you fly? You sit on the couch, crossing your legs to hide your cock...for now, and ease back, extending your arms as if to say, this is my house. Alexi begins counting down with his fingers...

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