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That's a Wrap!

Part 5

for DuskCypher

by Draconicon

"Mate, I don't know how much longer I can do this..."

Eli stared at the ceiling rather than at the bull that was in bed with him, covering his eyes with one arm a moment later as he fought to keep back the drunk tears. Hard to do that, really, but at least with his arm over his face, it was less visible, less obvious. He took a deep breath, whimpering softly before letting it back out. God, what the hell was wrong with him?

Tequila, probably. Tequila and a few other brews that had gone down his throat before they'd left the bar and gone back to Adam's place. The bull had been a great guy, had been one of those that made it clear that they were going to have some fun away from him, and Eli had gone with it, not thinking about how much it was going to affect him once they were done with the immediate fun.

He could feel the cum oozing from his ass, too. Different cum from the other guy, but still a familiar feeling of being used. The only thing that kept it from being worse was the fact that it was coming after they had cuddled a bit, after he had been the one on top, rather than the one that begged and took it up the ass from someone that just took it as their goddamn -

No, there were tears. No more stopping them. The rabbit groaned, holding back the worst of the sob-shivers, hiccuping slightly as Adam wrapped an arm around him.

"You don't have to do it tonight," the bull whispered.

No, but he would have to do it tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after. And - well, who knew how much longer after that? How long would it really take to get what he wanted?

Eli leaned in, burying his muzzle into the bull's chest, grinding his tears away against the hard muscles and soft fur that waited for him. It was something better than what he got from Henry, that was for sure.

Damn asshole.

Damn fucker.

Damn, damn, damn that man.

Eventually, the rabbit was able to calm down, staring up at the ceiling and using the bull's chest as a pillow as he shook his head. The whole thing was a mess, and his blurred thoughts kept sliding back to that lion.

"I shouldn't go back to him, mate. I really shouldn't."

"Then don't."

"Gotta," the Australian rabbit muttered.

"Why?"

"Because...because..."

Because Henry was the only reason that he had a job? That had been the truth, but was it still the case? He had gotten a role in the last season, but it wasn't that big of a role, and he didn't know how big the script would be for the next season, considering that a lot of the extras were supposedly getting canned. He had gotten something to go along with Johnny during a few scenes, and he had gotten something with Charlie during one of the brothel scenes, but that was it. He had a role in the next season, but considering that the contract hadn't come through yet and there were no figures named, he didn't know if it was going to be a very big one.

And besides, that was just with FDN. What if he wanted to get something somewhere else? What if he lost all the connections that Henry offered?

The tears started coming again, but this time he managed to stop them before they got out of control. He took a few deep breaths, swallowing them down again and shaking his head.

"I gotta keep him on my side. That wanker's an asshole, but...but he's got everything..."

"Everything? Or just what you think you want?" Adam asked.

That was the impossible thing to answer. He'd come all the way from Australia to get in on this, and that was after the nightmare that had happened down in LA. City of Dreams? City of Lost Dreams, more accurately. Everyone went there for a film role, and everyone realized that the market was stuffed with desperate, talented people, letting the studios take their pick. There was no way in without knowing someone, no way to survive without getting in good with one of the big names out there.

He'd found Henry, and Henry...well, the man was an asshole. He always wanted sex, always wanted Eli to be on offer, to play up the Aussie slut thing, and...well, for the stuff that he wanted, the rabbit did just that. He acted like the slutty boi that the lion wanted, and in exchange, he got these paychecks. He got connections. He got the roles that he wanted.

That would all go away if he left.

Nnnngh...

Eli groaned, looking up at the bull. Adam hadn't looked at him like that. The bull had been nice.

"Why couldn't he be like you?"

"Because I'm me," Adam said, smiling slightly.

"No, but nice. Nice and big. Big and gentle. And, and...this isn't fair, man. This isn't fair."

He whined, leaning his head back and staring up at the ceiling again. He was in a spiral of despair, and he knew it. There was no getting out of it, either, nothing that would shake him free of the utter dread that he had of the day to come. He just wanted to throw himself off the bed and -

"Nnnngh..."

Then Adam's big hand was on his cock, wrapped around it and giving him a few slow strokes. He rolled his hips into it without even thinking about it, turning his head to the side.

"Nnnngh...stop..."

"You need to relax."

"I don't want to relax. I wanna be sad."

"Well, not here."

That slow stroking stayed gentle, but it turned into more of a tease the longer that it went on, and it didn't take the rabbit long to be a moaning mess as he rolled his hips back and forth, fucking those soft fingers and then thrusting his hips back against the other male. He could feel that hardness against his back, that slow growth of an erection just for him. It was smoother, less brutal than Henry's despite being a bit bigger, and he shivered as he imagined being pulled back against the big guy again.

Don't want to just be a slut-bunny...want to be more...

But everyone wanted a slut, and not everyone wanted an actor. The Australian groaned, closing his eyes tightly as he felt his cock throbbing harder still, the veins along the side popping a bit to show just how horned up he was. His balls churned, his pre-cum oozing from the tip -

And then it stopped, or at least, slowed down enough that he could barely feel it compared to how it was before. Adam's hand just squeezed gently near the base, the bull's warm breath against his neck.

"Nnngh...it's not fair..." Eli muttered.

"Nothing's fair. But you can forget about it a bit, at least."

"Mmmh..."

"Just roll over."

"Nnngh...wanna ride..."

"You'll fall off. Let me take care of things."

The rabbit wanted to argue, but there was no pushing back against someone that was so much bigger than him and so determined to get their way. It was better than Henry, though. At least he was asked rather than just expected to do it. At least Adam did some of the work.

He rolled onto his belly, thankful for the large bed for this. The bull moved down, sliding out of sight as Eli stared into the pillow.

The last time that he had been positioned like this, it had been just before Henry had taken him dry after one of the fuck-sessions in the group brothel scenes. The lion had rutted everyone else on the stage when it had been part of his scenes, but when it came to the big guy coming after him, Eli had been brutally manhandled. It hadn't been an out and out rape, but the fact remained that the lion had taken him like it was some sort of hate-fuck, like the feline needed to use him and remind him where he belonged rather than just the two of them having fun. Despite the fact that he had been involved in writing it, Henry seemed to be bound and determined that Eli got nothing but the lion's dick.

Not fair...not fair...

And it wasn't what was happening now. Adam was using lube. Adam was using his fingers to open the rabbit's ass up again rather than just driving forward. It was better than what Henry did.

So why couldn't he stop thinking of that goddamn asshole? Why couldn't he just enjoy this?

He was getting all wound up and getting ready to cry again at the same time. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't the one in charge right then, or maybe he just didn't like what he was going through. Maybe it was the fear of what was waiting for him the next day, or -

It didn't matter. If more crying was going to happen, then it was going to happen. He might as well stop fighting it and just focus on what was happening to his ass. The feeling of that finger inside wasn't so bad, and rather good when the bull flexed it to rub against his prostate. He groaned under his breath, his toes curling into the sheets as the finger slid in, out, in, out, plunging in deep and helping the lube go as far as it could before finally pulling back out again.

"I think you're about ready."

"I think you're right. Do it hard."

"In a bit."

"Now."

He groaned, wiggling his hips from side to side, doing it just how he knew Adam liked. The bull was just like all the rest of his species, a horny stud that didn't need much encouragement to get into the rut of things. The big guy stared at him from behind, so hard that he could feel the stare against his pucker, and then pulled forward a bit more. A hot cock only slightly cooled with another application of lube pressed against his pucker, grinding against it a few times before -

POP.

The feeling of it going in was as hot and sexy as it always was, that hint of heat and almost unbearable warmth around his rim fading into the natural coolness of the lube, and the shaft itself kept sliding in. He felt every little vein, every little nub and bump along the way of that big cock, and he hissed into the pillow in a vain effort to control himself and not lose himself in that stimulation.

In, in, in it went. He had plenty of practice taking big cock, both in the cowboy position and on all fours like this. He kept his ass high, rolling it up and forward, and then down and back, soothing himself by pretending to take some control of the situation. His movements were clumsy, though, something that he could barely take notice of when there was a big, fat, bull cock in his ass.

More...more...

It reached his prostate shortly after, grinding on it and pushing it down. It felt like the big cock was grinding his prostate into submission, something that he was more than willing to enjoy. His own cock throbbed upwards, slapping his stomach, twitching and drooling against his fur.

"Better?" Adam asked.

"Mmm..."

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

"Hump me, stud."

"You got it."

It started as short, quick humps, things that tested his depth more than anything else. He reached up, holding a hand to his guts, half-expecting to feel some sort of bulge showing through them. It was so big that it felt like it might actually be possible, though it was more of a fantasy than anything else. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of that fat cock tip so deep inside, and the veins that forced his rim out and added to the sensation down at the end, too. It was just what he needed. Everything that he needed.

Everything except the stuff that would put him further ahead in life.

Everything except another job.

Everything except a way to get away from Henry.

The melancholy was sneaking in again, and Eli forced himself to focus on the pleasure that came from the bull's cock, from the difference that was being humped by Adam versus being used by Henry. He stopped thinking about the future, and thought about the now.

Despite being drunk, he started rocking his bunny butt back against that thick cock, feeling the way that it pulled on his rim every time and loving it. He moaned as only a rabbit could moan on the bottom, enjoying every bump and grind, every incidental nudge against his prostate that made him more aware of it, every lightning bolt of pleasure that ran from his ass to his cock and reminded him of how good being a bottom could be. It was so much better, so much fucking better.

He moaned out loud as those large hands gripped him from the hips, pulling him back, making use of him in a good way rather than in the broken way. In, out, in, out, each thrust making him shiver from head to toe, each slam making his balls bounce forward as well as his cock. The bull's muscles were not for show, not in the slightest, and even the slight warmth that rained down on his back, a sure sign that Adam's little lactation problem had kicked in, didn't bother him.

This is...this is nice.

That was the only way that he could put it that made sense, and it was the best way of putting it that he could think of. This was what he wanted. This was what he needed.

In, out, in, out. Each thrust made him feel good and open on the inside, each pull back reminding him of how good it was to have that thing inside and making him hungry to have that emptiness filled again. More, more, he craved, and he started riding it properly, pushing himself up a bit more so that his head wasn't just resting on the pillow. He pushed his hips back, slipping the bull's grip.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

"Need it bad, huh?"

"Breed me, you fucking stud."

"Heh..."

The bull did just that, and the next thrust knocked the rabbit right back down. Hands pressed against his shoulders, pinning him, and that was the end of his power-bottoming for the bull. He moaned out loud as he was taken harder, his ass humped right into the sheets. There was something utterly powerful about the big bull in that moment, something about having someone so much bigger than him grinding him into the bed. The sheets collected around his cock, teasing it as it was tugged this way and that, reminding him of how it felt to get some attention to it, too.

Could I...blowjob...

The idea of getting Adam to suck him off next time was a nice thought, but secondary to the anal right then. He moaned out loud, thrusting his hips up just enough to match the big guy, and it hit his prostate perfectly. His eyes rolled back as he came right then and there, blowing his load into the sheets with a moan and a whimper.

"Mmmph...nnnngh..."

"Yeah...yeah, let it out, boy..."

He did. He really did. Splatters of his own cum came back and soaked his cock and balls, leaving him thrusting away in his own slime. It was a mess, a massive mess, but at that moment, he didn't really care. All that mattered was that he had gotten off...

But Adam hadn't yet.

"Nnnngh...what...what about..."

"Working on it."

"Promise?"

"Yeah..."

And then the humping started again. The rabbit's cock refused to go down, and this time, he ceded all control to the other man. This time, it was fine. He didn't mind. He trusted Adam.

Might have been the alcohol talking, but he trusted Adam a hell of a lot more than he trusted anyone else.

#

The next day came, and after dealing with the hangover with some tylenol and coffee, he went to the dressing rooms. As usual, he found Henry sipping at a vodka cocktail, the lion going over the news. Somewhere else in the studio, there was some sort of argument going on that Maurice was dealing with, as far as Eli knew, but that was something that didn't matter to him, and sure as hell didn't matter to Henry. The lion had been planning something to leverage a better position for himself in the second season, as far as the rabbit had been hearing, and that meant that all his attention was on what he could do to out-bid Charlie and the others for good positions with the dragon.

The writer had been rather friendly, Eli had to admit, but he already had something with the lion. He didn't want to try his luck with having two sugar relationships on the go, particularly with how possessive Henry could be. Hell, he had made sure that nobody had seen him and Adam sneak off from the bar last night, just to avoid an ass-tearing that he really didn't want to have to deal with.

And not to mention an angry lion being a pain in the ass for me in other ways...

The last time that he had made Henry angry with him, the minor roles that the lion had been tossing his way completely dried up, and the few little things that might have had a little promise dried up with the lion's words killing them off before they could get off the ground. Henry was a vengeful, possessive prick...but when he was happy, he gave out everything that Eli wanted, and then some.

Except what I need...

He must have been standing in the doorway for too long, because the lion finally looked up from his cocktail and noticed him. The gray-maned male chuckled.

"Come in, come in, sweet thing..."

Eli had a smile glued on his face already, something that he had learned to do a long time ago. Most of the big guys didn't want to look at a sex toy that didn't look like they were enjoying themselves. They wanted someone that looked happy to see them, someone that wanted to be around them. That was usually because they had a personality that was so rancid that nobody did want to be around them, but the rabbit wasn't going to say that while he was still getting paid.

So, he walked in, his hips swaying more than he needed to, and he smiled a little wider as he offered the lion his choice of a cup of coffee or a second cocktail. Not surprisingly, he took the cocktail.

"Heh, my sweet little Aussie boi...talk dirty for me."

"Heheh, ya wanna waste your time listening to me talk, mate, or ya wanna have your dick buried down me gob?"

It was a throwback to a style of speech that he honestly did his best to leave behind in most conversations. The 'mate' part of it had always been something that he allowed to come through, just for a little nod to where he had come from and to remind the world that not all the film stars happened to be American. But when it came to Henry, he wanted to have someone that was as 'shrimp on the barbie' as it came, and it always felt like one more humiliation under the lion, one more thing that he had to put up with in order to get what he wanted.

And sure enough, it got the lion's cock throbbing in his fancy pants. Henry smirked, undoing the top button.

"Well, if you're already randy enough, who am I to say no?"

"Mmm..."

It was one reason why he didn't mind giving oral to the lion. The more that he had to do with his mouth, the less stupid stuff had to come past his lips for Henry's stupid fetishes. He knelt in front of the folding chair, gripping the pants and pulling them down just enough to get that cock out. The feline's shaft was good-sized, though hardly the biggest of the cast, and his balls were quite full despite the rutting that he had done with the various scenes that they'd been shooting. Unlike Charlie, and even Johnny from time to time, Henry never held back, cumming with every take just for the sake of 'professionalism', according to the lion.

To Eli, it always felt like more of an ego thing, something to lord over everyone else. But it was still impressive to see how much the older lion could blow his load.

That was all that was impressive about him...

The rabbit opened his mouth, tonguing those large orbs for a moment, tasting them, teasing them. He lifted one on his tongue, feeling the churning through fur and flesh, and knew at least some of that was going to be going down his gut in short order. That was, if Henry didn't make him change things up and offer his ass, instead.

He likes my ass more...

But it meant talking, and he didn't want to do that if he could get away with it.

So, he swallowed, making his way up from the balls to the shaft. The shaft itself was good and hot, warm against his cheek, oozing at the head already. He dragged his tongue along the urethral bulge, making his way to the head before swallowing the tip past his lips. Circling it with his tongue, he cleaned it of all the pre-cum that had come out already, and then -

Nomph.

He took the whole thing down his throat in one go. The lion groaned, arching his back against his chair, his hand on top of the rabbit's head and resting between his ears.

"Oooooh, yes...that's a good boy...a good little bunny boi..."

The feeling of having those claws against his head was a reminder of where the lion obviously felt he belonged. A reminder of being prey before the predator. A reminder of who was in charge.

Fuck.

Fuck.

It still got him a little hard down below, something that he had trained himself to do a long time ago. Henry wanted him to look eager, and the best way to look eager was to have a hard-on while he was getting used. No hard-on, no bonus. He could feel himself getting hard in those tight little boy-toy shorts that he wore, and he knew that it would be as obvious as could be if he leaned back. He knew that the lion would want to see, and he readied himself for a change in position.

Instead, Henry bobbed him up and down for a few more minutes, pulling his head along. He checked out, mentally, during that time, allowing himself to prepare a few proposals for the future. Ideas of new roles that he could do, or failing that, more spaces for his current role. Balthus wasn't a bad character, after all, and could easily do with some expanding. All he had to do was make sure that he got the sort of attention that he deserved, and he'd bring life to the character.

And he has leverage...just has to...make Maurice agree...

Being the sugar toy of the lion meant that he knew everything that went on behind the scenes at the studio. He knew that Henry had been hamstrung to some degree for the writing changes that he used to be able to do, but that didn't mean that he didn't have leverage. He was part-owner, for crying out loud. That meant that he could demand almost anything, and as long as it wasn't illegal, Maurice would cave. The hamster was weak.

Schlick, schlick, schlick.

Suddenly, Henry pulled his head back, and he was left gasping, panting as he was made to look up without a cock in his throat. It took him a moment to adjust to not having it in his mouth anymore.

"Nnngh...what? What?"

"Get up. I want to take that sweet ass of yours."

So it began. He did as he was told, slowly swiveling his hips out of his shorts. His little tail flicked up as he turned around, showing that he had been going commando. He leaned into the little counter before the dressing room mirror, looking at himself, and then over his shoulder at Henry.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go...

But there was no getting away from it. He'd made his bed, and now, he had to lie in it.

He had a flashback to the night before, to how it felt to be under Adam. He had seen the bull on-set already, the other guy trying to work through a morning hangover, but Adam had been half-nude and talking to some of the other actors. Probably getting ready for some of the bonus shoots. His character had been at the brothel too, though seldom on-screen, and it was something that a 'definitive' edition of the season would probably include, all those other sex scenes that the main collection hadn't been able to air on TV.

It kind of hurt, too, leaving him with this vague feeling of something or other that filtered down through the sensation of having Henry's cock right against his asshole again. He knew that it was going to suck, but it sucked more thinking of the bull not coming back to him more often.

He's got choices. Eli sighed. I don't.

"What was that, boi?"

"Oh, nothing. Just eager."

"Heh, that didn't sound like an eager sigh..."

Feeling the lion's claws coming out, not quite but almost scraping his skin through his fur, Eli put on a stronger smile, and let out a shaking moan that only barely disguised some of the prey-fear that he was feeling through everything else that was going on. That seemed to do the job, because the claws retracted and let him be again.

Damn it...damn it...damn it...

That tip pressed against his hole. Even with all the pre-work of getting himself stretched and lubed for this, it was still a dry cock and a wet hole, and despite everything, Henry didn't exactly take the time to rubber up. The lion never did; he always waited until the last second, and then just went with it, saying that he didn't have time to get a condom. It was something that always left his repeat partners a little leary with all the stuff he did while playing around with everyone, and this was no exception. Eli was convinced that he'd be down at the clinic one of these days with something that Henry had picked up off another slut, either at the studio or somewhere else.

Just not this time...please...

The dry tip pushed in, and he gritted his teeth as he lowered his head, disguising it as a moan of pleasure as if he was thankful to receive the lion's dick, as if some addiction was finally being soothed. It was a lie, a total lie, but there was no getting around it.

"Ah...ah...mmmph..."

"Fuuuuuck, yes...that's the ass I remember..."

The lion's fingers pulled him back, while that cock forced him open, grinding him down against the dressing room counter. Eli didn't dare look up, knowing that he'd see himself, knowing that he'd see what he looked like while he was getting fucked. He was a good actor, and he knew that he'd look like he was enjoying himself, but he'd see the flaws. He'd know the truth. Or he'd see what kind of creature he had become.

Don't look...don't look...

So long as he kept his head down, he would be able to focus on himself and that fat cock inside of him. In, out, in, out, pulling at his poor hole the way that it always did, that friction building up more than it ever did with everyone else. The other people at the studio were more focused on making sure that they could keep doing this with each other, and making sure that they would make it through their various takes. Henry was guaranteed further access to the rabbit's hole, so he never bothered taking his time or making it easier on him.

He just had to take it.

Eli groaned as he felt the lion picking up the pace, knowing that Henry wouldn't take too long this time. The vodka combined with the other cocktail would be more than sufficient to keep him going. He knew that this was possible, so he'd spiked Henry's drink before bringing it to him. Mild aphrodisiac, something that he'd picked up when he was still in LA, and which he'd asked Hannah to keep in stock for him just in case. It was useful to the rest of the studio, too, so she did.

And it meant that these sessions didn't last as long as they did while they were on camera. Something that he was grateful about.

But they were still rough, still hard, and still very, very thorough. He gritted his teeth, gripping the counter as he felt his cock hardening further against his will, throbbing against his belly. He was dripping soon enough, his tail flicking, his hole flexing and milking that lion cock as it went deep. Henry growled.

"Gonna fill you good...remind you where you belong, bunny boi...."

That usually meant that they were more than 80% of the way there, and the lion's sudden, harder thrusts confirmed it. It almost knocked Eli off his feet, and it definitely pushed him forward, pinning him against the dressing room countertop. He was forced to throw his hands forward to keep from being rammed through the mirror, and then, he saw himself.

Gasping.

Moaning.

Shivering.

Smiling.

It was the picture of a perfect little boi-toy slut, someone that had been picked up from a street-corner and put to work under someone's cock and balls. He was moaning even as he shrank back from himself, even as he looked in horror at the version of himself that he allowed everyone else to see. It wasn't an actor there, but rather, someone that had been broken, someone that had allowed themselves to be taken in and turned into something less than a person, little more than an object.

And for all his horror, he couldn't stop. He pushed back, he moaned, he watched himself beg for the lion's load, and he could feel it coming.

This is the only way, he thought as he watched himself act like the most twisted, fucked-up slut that he could. This is the only way to get ahead in this industry. Be someone else until you can be yourself...

That was what Eli told himself. That was what he'd always told himself, even back in LA, even when he had been on his own before Henry had picked him up. Even out here, where it was better but still not good, the nepotism and the system of favors was still in full swing. He had to be what people wanted, or he would never get anything.

As he felt Henry cumming, spraying a load right up his ass, he forced himself to moan, pretending that he was in bliss from being filled. His face was perfect for it, even though his soul was all but dead in the process.

He leaned against the counter as the lion kept filling him, shivering when Henry finally pulled out. The messy slime oozed from his pucker down his thighs, into his shorts, and he had to pull them up and squish it right against his ass. The lion smirked, slapping him right across the ass cheeks.

"That's my boi."

"You'll talk to Maurice and the writer, sir?"

"Heh, of course. Gotta keep you close."

"Thank you..."

He walked off, trying not to feel too sickened with himself in the process.

The End

Summary: Eli, one of the actors on set and the sugar baby of Henry, tries to not feel loathsome and only partially succeeds.

Tags: M/M, Kinda Cheating, Rabbit, Bull, Lion, Sugar Daddy, Sugar Baby, Drunk, Anal, Fingering, Creampie, Cum, Orgasm, Series, Self-Hate,