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"Law, my favorite little star, how are you?"
Nami's voice purred through the phone as Law held it to his ear and sighed.
"What do you want, Nami?"
"Straight to business, as usual. I've always adored that about you, you know."
"Now I know you need something. Spit it out." Law knew all of Nami's games. They'd been working together for well over three years now since she pulled Law into this insane website of hers. He hadn't expected it to take off like it did, but he really didn't have any space to complain considering how much money he was making. Back at the tattoo shop, he was barely keeping the lights on and living on one meal a day. Now all his bills were paid without even breaking a sweat. He'd even bought a new car. Plus he got to work from home— his big, beautiful apartment on the nice side of town. All he had to do was take his clothes off on camera.
"Remember how you were going to star in one of my first exclusive films?" Law snorted. He remembered the conversation very clearly. Nami had called him up, excitedly chattering about how she wanted to build a whole film studio and get into professional films instead of all user-made content. She'd asked if he'd be willing to come be in one of the first videos since he was one of the few creators that were local. He distinctly remembered saying he would consider it.
"I don't remember agreeing to that."
"Oh, please, you'd look gorgeous in a professional studio, Law. Don't get bashful on me now."
"What's the pay and what's the catch?"
"You'll get a flat rate for each shoot, of course. After the first two, the rest will be behind a pay wall. Naturally, you'll get a cut of every subscription and your personal page will get first billing under each video. Obviously they'll all be pushed on the front landing page as well as in our promotional emails." Law caught the slip easily. He'd been suckered into too many schemes to let a single word slip past his defenses.
"What do you mean first billing?"
"Well obviously you'd have a co-star, love. If people want to watch you jerk off they can just go to your page for that. I've picked out a beautiful partner for you, too."
"Absolutely not. And you should know I'm not into women."
"Of course I know that, though really, I don't understand it. Women are so much better than men." She sighed through the phone as Law rolled his eyes. The entire point of the site was to be a space by queer people for queer people. It's not like hetero content wasn't allowed, obviously, but it wasn't the focus of the site. It was one of the main reasons he'd joined in the first place. The rest of the internet was centered around straight people and you had to search for the queer content. This was front and center for once.
"You'll like this guy, I promise. He's newer than you, but he's been a personal friend for years. He's been in the top ten male creators with you for the last two months, you know."
"I don't care. I didn't get into this to be some two-bit porn star taking orders for roles. You said I'd get to make the kind of content I wanted, remember? Turns out I like working alone."
"Of course, of course, you know all my creators get full control of all the content they make. I'd never force you to do something you weren't comfortable with, Law."
"Uh huh. But?"
"But..." There was always a 'but.' He squeezed the bridge of his nose and paced around his bedroom. He caught his reflection in the mirror and leaned close, prodding at the tiny fine lines that had started forming at the corners of his eyes. He was getting too old for this shit. Twenty seven was a perfectly good age to get the hell out of this and get a real job.
"I also know you like money, love."
Law sighed. She was right. He really, really liked money. He'd never lived so comfortably in his entire life. Whoever said 'money can't buy happiness' had never been poor.
"How much are we talking?"
"For the flat rate? Hmm," Nami paused on the phone and Law was confident it was for dramatic effect. She never offered a deal she hadn't already examined from every single angle. "Well I'd planned on starting you with a six film series. Two thousand per shoot should cover you for your time, I think."
Law fumbled the phone and it bounced off the mirror with a bang as he swore under his breath. That was twelve thousand total. Even if he stashed half of it in his savings account, that would cover his living expenses for a while. Sure, he'd upgraded his lifestyle but he'd tried to be smart about it. He knew he couldn't do porn forever. He'd paid off all his credit cards, financed the apartment so he could pay double mortgage payments instead of rent each month, and even paid for the car in cash to avoid any interest charges. Half the amount she was offering could cover him for months.
Then he remembered who he was dealing with.
"So, what do you think?"
"What's the catch, Nami? You're not just going to hand me twelve grand to fuck some twink on camera. I'm not an idiot."
"Always so suspicious. Look, if you don't believe me then come to the office and review the contract yourself. It'll all be written out in black and white, all professional-like. If there's anything in it you don't like then that'll be that."
"Fine. What time do you want me to come down? And who is this guy, anyway?"
"His name is Luffy— goes by 'PirateKing' on the site, don't ask me why. I told him it was stupid but he wouldn't listen. Anyway, swing by tomorrow around 11. We can get lunch after. It's been ages since we caught up."
Law rolled his eyes. Getting lunch with Nami typically meant listening to her complain about the oppressive tax code stealing her precious profits and then paying for her meal and the three top-shelf cocktails she'd ordered because she conveniently "forgot" her wallet.
"Fine. Whatever. See you then."
"Lovely, just lovely! You're going to lo-"
Law cut the call and tossed his phone on the bed. He walked back over to the mirror and ran a hand through his hair. Twelve grand, huh? He caught a glimpse of a single gray hair poking out from just behind his hairline and yanked it out with his fingers. Going gray at twenty seven. He sighed. It was probably the stress of dealing with Nami for the last three years.
He should have told her where she could put her stupid business card that day. She'd come to the shop for a large shoulder piece. They'd had a meeting beforehand of course, but that was all business, no time for chit chat. The actual tattoo took several hours. He'd been trying to make some pointless small talk when he'd asked her what she did for a living. She was lucky he hadn't had the needle on her skin when she said, "I run a gay porn site," as if they were discussing the fucking weather.
"A guy with a body like yours would pull a lot of money," she'd said at the end of the session. She didn't even try to hide it as her gaze dragged up and down his body. She pointed to the fraying seams on his shoes. "You'd probably be able to get a new pair of shoes in the first week. Some nice ones, too. Think about it." She pressed her business card into his hand with a 200 cash tip.
He'd been weak. Well, really he'd been broke. He had three bills declaring "Final Notice" in big, red letters waiting for him when he shoved his way past the half-broken door to the mail room at his old apartment building that night. 'Building' was probably too strong of a word for the mouse-infested garbage hole he'd been living in. He'd pulled up the website that evening after inhaling two shots of cheap vodka he'd stashed away in case of emergency. The site had been a lot smaller then with way fewer users. Even with two shots of basically straight ethanol in his stomach, he could do the simple math. The top guy on the site had 300 subscribers and each subscription was 15 each month. That was easily three times his rent. Just for some shirtless shots and some dick pics? Easy choice.
Of course he later learned that guy was absolutely not pocketing all of that money—Nami took a little over half—but still. It was more than he had been making at the shop for sure. He was tired of scraping by, forever one missed payment away from couch surfing. Again. He'd started making his own account that same night after two more shots and the third round of ear-splitting sirens screaming past his apartment window.
He grabbed his phone off the bed and wandered out to the living room, throwing himself down on the couch with a sigh. Well, he might as well look this guy up so he could walk into the meeting tomorrow prepared. He pulled the site up on his phone and clicked over to the categories menu. Nami had said he'd been in the top ten. It was time to start doing some fact checking.
Sure enough, PirateKing was number six on the top ten list in the "Men for Men" section, right under himself at number five. It was pretty easy to see why he was so popular— his profile picture was him absolutely inhaling a massive dildo and making it look easy. Low hanging fruit but reliable popularity for sure, though not particularly classy.
Law clicked on the link to PirateKing's personal page and started scrolling around. The free content was racy, but not explicit, just enough to tease people into paying for the full package. Lots of still photos of him sprawled out in bed with his shirt off, hands trailing just out of frame towards his waist or with various sized dildos in his mouth. Luffy (Law's brain helpfully recalled the name, even though he was usually dogshit with names) looked young, Law would have guessed barely over eighteen if he didn't know for sure that Nami would have confirmed he was twenty one before joining as a creator.
Law looked through the photos with a critical eye. The lighting and editing were good, very high quality, and he clearly had a lot of different toys that he brought on screen. There were lots of short videos of him teasing an upcoming live stream while digging through a treasure chest full of sex toys and asking for requests. Clever. People loved feeling like they were getting an experience tailored to what they specifically asked for.
Law's finger hovered over the 'Subscribe Now' button. He really should make sure he knew everything Luffy would be comfortable doing on camera. If they were going to be working together, that seemed like the bare minimum. He clicked the button and balked at the fee that was up over 30. He was still just charging 20, damn. Maybe he should adjust for inflation or something.
Fee paid, Law refreshed the page and scrolled through the previously pay-walled content. He clicked on one of the previous live streams. It started with Luffy fully clothed, sitting in front of the camera at a desk, chatting excitedly with viewers about a new toy he'd gotten in the mail. He made it feel so casual and friendly. Law always struggled with the live stream shit. He could barely do small talk in real life, let alone to some computer screen with people he didn't know and couldn't see. Luffy made it look easy.
After a few minutes of banter, Luffy placed a box up on the desk and began pulling it open, rambling about all the features on this new toy that he was excited about. Law would not be shocked if this toy company was paying him or something. Eventually, he pulled out a big, blue veiny silicone dildo and held it up to the camera.
"Hang on, I'm gonna go wash it real quick. You should always wash new toys before you use them, you know!" Huh. Surprisingly good advice. Especially if any of his viewers were new or young. Luffy re-appeared on screen a moment later, water dripping off the toy.
"Oops, forgot to dry it!" He dragged his tongue along the toy, catching the stray droplets before they fell onto the desk. That really shouldn't be as hot as it was. Especially since Luffy was still fully clothed.
"Oh! I got this new flavored lube too!" He pulled a brightly colored bottle out of the box that the dildo had come from and waved it in front of the camera. "What do you guys think? Should we do a taste test?"
Law leaned back so he was lying fully across the couch as he watched the chat section explode with requests for Luffy to break the lube out, as well as requests for lots and lots of other activities and a few general compliments about how hot he was. They weren't wrong. Even Law had to admit he was pretty cute. Damn, when had Nami gotten to know him so well?
"Alright! Alright!" Luffy giggled and unscrewed the top of the bottle. "They always make these so hard to get into," he complained, struggling to pull the seal off the opening. When he finally got it off, he held it up triumphantly. "Hah! Take that!" Law snorted.
Luffy screwed the top back onto the bottle and held it up to the camera, holding it still this time so people could actually read the label. "Supposed to be blue raspberry flavored!" He winked at the camera and picked up the big blue dildo. "See? They go together!" Luffy giggled to himself and Law tried very hard not to find it adorable— it was supposed to be porn after all. Also, blue raspberry lube sounded gross.
Luffy squeezed a little of the clear liquid onto his finger. He stuck his tongue out and licked his own finger like a lollipop. Alright. Well. Now it was definitely starting to feel like porn again.
"Mmm! It's good!" Luffy exclaimed after pulling his finger out of his mouth with a pop. He poured a truly excessive amount of lube onto the dildo and began licking it off, wrapping his lips around the tip occasionally and making obscene sucking noises as he murmured in a breathy voice about how sweet it tasted. Shit, that actually was pretty hot.
It had been ages since Law had subscribed to anyone on the site, and probably even longer since he'd actually gotten off to any of it. When getting off became his job, he really didn't have the urge to pleasure himself off camera. He realized he hadn't jerked off just for himself in entirely too long as he watched Luffy swallowing down the big blue dildo and moaning into the microphone.
Law glanced at the clock at the top of the screen. It was 1pm. He'd planned on taking some pictures and maybe shooting something short at around 7 when the light in his apartment got good. The big windows flooded the space in a rosy orange glow right around sunset, really setting the mood for some more refined, quiet, intimate stuff. Six hours was plenty of time to recharge. Besides, if he rubbed one out now, maybe he could turn the short something he'd planned into a much longer something. He hadn't filmed anything long in a while.
Yeah, alright, fuck it. Law pulled the zipper down on his jeans as Luffy pulled the dildo out of his mouth.
"Oh guys, I have such a good idea," Luffy purred and reached towards the camera. "Come with me!" The camera tilted a spun as Luffy, clearly carrying a phone that was doubling as his camera, walked across the slightly messy room and knelt in front of his treasure chest. He'd propped the camera on something directly behind him, getting an incredibly fantastic view of his ass as he leaned into the chest wearing a pair of thin athletic shorts that barely covered anything at all.
"Remember that one stream a few weeks ago with the red vibrator?" Luffy giggled to himself as he pulled out a big ruby red plug. "What if we really went all out this week?" he said wistfully and planted a kiss on the tip of the plug.
"Come on, let's go!" Luffy picked the camera back up and moved to the opposite side of the room, the treasure chest almost perfectly centered on the wall behind him. A small, sloppily-made bed was visible off to Luffy's left, next to what appeared to be the computer he was running the stream from, his own video playing in the background trailing a handful of seconds behind. The camera stopped moving as Luffy clicked it into some kind of stand, now centered on Luffy's lower abdomen and crotch as he adjusted something off screen. The tiny shorts did nothing to hide his surprisingly large erection.
"I love this thing," Luffy said, sliding the big blue dildo into some kind of bracket on the wall. Law wondered what he was planning on doing with it at such an awkward height. Before his questions were answered, Luffy got on his knees in front of the camera. The way the camera was positioned, Law could see Luffy's cock jump as he licked the dildo from base to tip excruciatingly slowly. Yeah, alright. That was a perfect height for that, actually.
"This is going to feel so good," Luffy moaned and pulled his shirt up over his head. Shit. He really packed a lot of muscle onto that tiny frame. The still photos really didn't do it justice. Law pulled his cock out and slid his jeans down a little lower.
Luffy took the red plug and made direct eye contact with the camera as he slid it into his mouth. He took his time getting it covered in split before pulling it out slowly, letting a little bit of drool dribble out of the corner of his mouth. Gods, he even looked good drooling.
"You guys wanna watch?" Law swallowed hard as Luffy turned around and shimmied his tiny shorts down to his thighs. Fuck his ass was gorgeous. That really was just unfair. Law started pumping his cock slowly as Luffy reached back and spread his ass cheeks apart.
"Shit," Law swore into the empty room.
Luffy teased around his opening with the spit-slicked plug. Wow, his little hole was so cute. Law felt his cock jump in his palm as Luffy began pressing the plug in with absolutely no further prep, a filthy disgusting moan drifting back towards the camera. Law did not even pretend to stop the thoughts about how much he wanted to be in that plug's place right that second.
"Oh fuck, that feels so good," Luffy groaned as he got the plug fully seated, looking back over his shoulder at the camera, face flushed and panting. Dear gods, that was hot.
"Alright let's get one more thing." Luffy sounded breathless as he slipped out of the shorts completely and rose from the floor. He stood directly in front of the camera as he grabbed something from off screen. His cock was immediately center frame and Law watched dumbfounded as a little bead of precum dripped from it. Wow this guy really knew exactly where to put his body and make it look accidental. It had taken Law ages to find camera angles like that. No shot has this kid been doing this for only six months like his profile claimed.
Luffy moved the rest of his body back into frame and set an expensive looking auto-stroker on the floor and knelt in front of it. Law immediately appreciated the camera angle again. It was perfectly aligned so Luffy and the big blue dildo on the wall stayed in frame as Luffy poured a generous amount of the flavored lube on his own erection. He pushed his cock into the auto-stroker with a guttural moan.
"What should I turn on first?" Luffy breathed up to the camera. "Let's do the vibe first. Don't want to get too hot too soon," Luffy winked as he reached behind himself. His eyes rolled back and his tongue lolled out as the microphone picked up the pulsing vibrations from the plug. Law picked up the pace on his own cock, a drop of precum leaking out onto his shirt. Whatever. He was doing laundry today anyway.
"Oh gods, yes," Luffy said, voice breathy and wrecked. His eyes fluttered open and he looked up at the camera. Fuck that is so hot, what the hell. Law watched Luffy pour more lube onto the blue dildo mounted to the wall. Oh, shit, he was going to do all three. Gods, Law would be down for the count immediately trying to handle sucking something, a plug vibe, and an auto-stroker. That's so many sensations at once.
Luffy began moaning around the fake cock in his mouth, lips stretched wide around the toy, vibe still buzzing away in the background. The bottom hem of Law's shirt was getting absolutely drenched in pre. Fuck, he hadn't been this turned on in a long fucking time. Gods, Luffy's lips were so pretty like that and those big brown eyes got a little watery as he took the cock deeper into his mouth. Shit he really just makes that look so easy.
Law was so focused on the way the dildo was moving in and out of Luffy's mouth, he didn't even notice Luffy had reached down to turn the auto-stroker on until he practically screamed around the dildo.
"Ugh, gods!" Luffy cursed with his mouth full, garbled noises of pleasure tumbling out of his mouth. Law groaned as he watched Luffy reach forward and brace himself against the wall, still swallowing the dildo down over and over again. Luffy began thrusting his hips in and out of the quickly moving machine. Fuck, he must have weighted it with something. Law had bolted his to the floor so he could do that since it had been too flimsy to stay upright on its own.
Law's hand moved quickly up and down his own length as Luffy moaned into the microphone, making absolutely filthy noises around the dildo and breathing heavily. His entire body was flushed a delicious shade of pink and his muscles rippled as he slowly gyrated his hips. Holy fuck that was hot. Law felt himself getting close as Luffy's moans got louder. Suddenly they stopped.
"You guys want the money shot, right?" Luffy said breathlessly and reached for the camera. Law's breath hitched as Luffy set the camera on the floor so it was underneath his dick. He watched from below as Luffy swallowed the dildo again, shouting into it as he turned the pace up on the device jacking him off. It was an amazing view of his thighs trembling as he reached back and tapped the plug again. The buzzing noise got a little louder and Luffy keened, back arching, hands pushing off the wall. If Law had been close before, he was walking the tightrope now. Fuck.
"Ohhh, fuck, GODS," Luffy cried pulling his mouth off the dildo momentarily. "Fuck, I- ung," Luffy lolled his tongue around the dildo and his thighs trembled even more than before. Gods DAMN that was something. Law could hear his own moans echoing off the walls around him as his hips twitched under his hands.
"YES!"
Luffy wrapped two white-knuckled hands in his hair as cum shot out of his cock in thick ropes, a drop landing on the camera, partially obscuring the view as Luffy gasped and moaned. Law's own orgasm crashed over him and he came with a shout, release splattering on his shirt and dripping down his knuckles. His toes curled and his knees shook as the waves of pleasure rippled through him.
He vaguely registered the noises from Luffy coming down from his own orgasm and turning off the auto-stroker.
"Fuck," Luffy breathed but Law was zoned out on his own ceiling.
"Oops, sorry guys!" Law looked back down at the screen just in time to catch Luffy picking his phone off the floor and dragging his tongue across the camera. Damn.
Luffy giggled and wobbled back over to his desk, fumbling to put the phone back in the stand by the computer.
"Oh right, almost forgot." Luffy bent over in front of the camera and slowly pulled the red plug out of his, frankly, perfect ass. Bullshit he 'almost forgot.' He set the plug upright on the desk and giggled.
"That was fun, huh?" Luffy made a little breathy laugh and ran a hand through his messy black hair. He sighed dreamily as he dropped himself back into his chair, still completely naked, lacing his fingers behind his head and leaning back. His cock flopped onto his hip, still shiny from his own cum and the lube he'd coated himself with.
"Well," Luffy sighed. "Guess that's it for today, guys! What do you think of my new toy?" He winked at the camera and giggled a few more times. The chat absolutely exploded.
"Come back next week, guys! I've got a really special announcement! You're going to totally freak! I know I did when I first heard it!" Luffy blew a kiss at the camera and waved before he cut the stream off. Law checked the date on the video— five days ago. He wondered what the announcement could be as he tucked himself back into his jeans. He set his phone down on the coffee table and sighed as his eyes fluttered closed. Damn that felt good. He hadn't had an orgasm like that in a while.
He wiped his hand on his pants as he tried to collect himself again. What was he supposed to be doing today? Oh right, laundry. He had some photos to edit too, and then the twilight shoot he'd planned to do. Ugh. So much work.
He let himself melt into the couch. Work could wait. He didn't have any real deadlines anyway.
His phone buzzed on the coffee table and he groaned. Man what's a guy got to do to get a nap around here? He grabbed the phone off the table and unlocked it. Oh, an email from Nami.
Oh right.
His face flushed as he opened the email titled "Princess Law's Contract." Gods, he'd completely forgotten why he'd looked up Luffy's profile in the first place.
For his majesty's review. 11am tomorrow. Don't be late. - Nami
Law opened the attachment that outlined the vague ideas for the six videos he was supposed to be doing with Luffy. The very first one was supposed to be Luffy giving Law a blow job. Law felt his face heat up even more. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to jack off to your possible future co-star. Or maybe it was? Law tossed his phone back on the table and dragged a hand down his face. When had his life gotten so weird?
He pushed himself up off the couch and grimaced at the mess he'd left on his shirt. Better get on with that laundry thing. He wandered into his bedroom and stripped his clothes off, tossing them in the hamper. His mind wandered as he pulled some sweatpants out of a drawer. There was certainly no doubt Luffy knew what he was doing so at least Law didn't have to worry about holding his hand through everything.
He sighed to himself as he dragged the laundry hamper down the hallway. Luffy was pretty attractive, even if he wasn't Law's usual type. He certainly wouldn't have a problem keeping it up through a scene with him. Though he seemed kind of short, Law thought to himself as he watched the evidence of his sins disappear into the washing machine. He pushed a few buttons and tossed a soap pod in as he considered his options.
Worst case scenario was usually just that Nami didn't actually pay out what she claimed she would. Though there had been that one time where she'd asked him to pose for a few photos for her "friend" and then conveniently left out the part where her friend was a reporter writing a story for a queer magazine. Law hadn't gotten any extra cash for landing Nami's website on the cover. That was the last time he did anything for her without a written contract. That being said, he'd gotten a ton of new subscribers after that.
Law sighed and leaned against the washing machine as he thought back through the video he'd just watched. Luffy was actually very hot and very good at this. His subscriber count was less than Law's but still very respectable considering he just joined six months ago. A whole lot of people would probably pay to watch them fuck around. If Nami actually gave them a fair cut of that, they would both be raking in some serious cash.
If the worst case scenario was that he got a little less money than promised, then best case scenario, he got to fuck Luffy silly for a cool twelve grand plus some.
Alright fine.
He'd read the damn contract.