The following is a work of fiction. All characters are 18

My girlfriend Erin used to do porn for this alternative studio sometimes when we were short on money. I didn't mind. She never really got off during those shoots and often came home insanely horny. I never minded that either.

When I got laid off from the warehouse she talked me into applying. She was able to talk to a couple directors and within a week of being laid off I was filling out the form telling them what I would or wouldn't do. Erin sat next to me. I checked no on the box next to "I'm willing to work with men."

"You don't want to tag team me," Erin pouted. We'd had a few threeways, always two men fucking her. I had always enjoyed them. I didn't say anything but I gave her a smile and checked yes. That was my first mistake I guess.

At my first shoot in mid August they have me fill out a ton of paperwork. since it was with my girlfriend we had to do unprotected sex waivers. Apparently I was supposed to "wrong hole" her so there was more paperwork about anal sex. I carefully read the script, signed my forms and we shot. That's more or less how it went every time, different performers, different scenes, different actions. I don't remember exactly when I stopped reading the scripts so closely. By December I had been surprised to find out that the anal sex scene I had agreed to was me getting pegged by this goth chick so I guess by then I was just skimming. Getting wasn't bad, but nothing I wanted to try again. I would have cancelled but if you cancel after you agree to a shoot you have to reimburse the studio a ton of money, usually about 10k but it can go up depending on the shoot. One time a chick canceled on a gangbang scene and had to pay $570k for canceling the shoot because of all the performers they had lined up.

My unemployment money ran out and a shoot or two a month wasn't paying our bills. I started taking more and more group work, getting pretty good at the kind of show-offy quick cum shots that make a good gangbang. I know by May I had fully stopped looking at the scripts before agreeing, because one day I walked into the studio for one of these gangbang scripts with the rest of the guys and am surprised to see my girlfriend all dolled up on the bed. A week later I show up for another gangbang, and I'm not taken to the locker room, but to an individual dressing room like the ones I've been in for solo or two-person shoots. I make a joke about it but the production assistant, a dude I've never met just shrugs and walks me to my room. I brush my teeth and decide to open the script to make sure I'm know what's coming. The categories are group sex, bareback, oral, humiliation, and BDSM. I've never seen bareback as a category. I've done a few creampie shoots, but they were never called bareback.

I turn the page. Over the next 15 minutes I read description after description of various men performing increasingly rough anal sex on another man. A man who had the name I went by at this studio. Me. they were going to be doing that to me.

I flipped to the back page. The signature page. The one that listed the cancelation cost and payment. Like all the other scenes I had shot, it payed $750. The cancelation was more than I had made all 6 years since graduating college. I sat down, realizing I had just stood there, reading graphic descriptions of the ways that a group of men were about to get their loads up my ass. For $750. I went to the cast page. 18 names. 17 of them were supposed to ejaculate in or onto me. For less than $50 each. On Camera. fuck. I flipped back to the signature page and stared at the number $435,000 next to "total cancelation expense." With a heavy heart. I started to get ready.

to be continued.