I Was a Teenage Porn Star (2)

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#2 of I Was a Teenaged Pornstar

Crisp takes the plunge...but how shall he fare?


I Was a Teenage Porn Star (2)



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Hello, and welcome to the second chapter of avatar?user=311202&character=0&clevel=2 FriskeCrisps 's multi-chapter commission! Hope you like this, and do leave feedback! I'm so glad so many tuned in for the first part, so here's more for y'all!

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Crisp felt super nervous when he stepped out of the bus and re-oriented himself on the sidewalk, feeling a bit out of place on the industrial-looking area, with walled-off, corrugated steel buildings and offices lining the street. He was clutching a printed piece of paper in his paw, showing the address of his destination, and he checked it again while looking at the address signs by the buildings to make sure that he was actually nearing his destination.

The wolf's tail kept swishing, but inside, his stomach churned and his heart thumped quickly. He couldn't quite believe that he was actually there, but somehow he had managed to gather the courage. It had started by browsing that website and then seeing the ad for new "models", and with sweaty paws and an uncomfortable boner, Crisp had browsed the pages until he had read enough to be convinced that maybe it would be a good idea...because, in essence, it would be easy money, and cash had been tight for quite some time now. Sure, he could pay his tuition, but what was left for fun stuff like games and clothes and other types of fun were sorely lacking. He might not have spent all that much, really, but it'd still be nice.

Besides, the text had been very clear.

"We look for models between 18-60 years old of all species and body types, with an open mind and willingness to perform for the camera in a variety of situations for our various production lines."

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So it wasn't only hunky college jocks the site looked for, even though looking at them had made Crisp bone up heavily in his boxers...all those muscles and cocky, confident poses...they all turned him on, and he had really wondered whether anyone would like to look at a small, meek guy like himself...but apparently the porn studio was open-minded, and he had indeed mustered the courage to take a few photos of himself and email them to the studio. A few days' waiting had been spent in nervous anticipation, with lots of boners while he checked the site again and again, wondering how this all was going to turn out eventually, indeed, it had been hard to concentrate on studying while he had waited for the reply.

When it came, he had almost jumped up in the air.

"Hello,

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we would be more than happy to invite you to your studio for an exclusive test photo shoot under our professional staff here at The Locker Room. Please come to see us on Friday at 12:30 pm at..."

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Crisp was holding a printed copy of that very same message even now, complete with written instructions on how to find there, and what was expected of him. The message said that they'd be taking a variety of photos, and that would help them decide what kind of work might be offered to the wolf...and Crisp hoped that there could be some, since he was sure that those bucks would sure come in handy for buying stuff.

He reached the given address and found it to be a rather non-descript office building, not very tall, with a front composed of tinted glass, so there was really no seeing to the inside. There was a single glass door, and onto it were stenciled the words:

"WORLD CLASS FUR ENTERTAINMENT LTD. PRESS BUZZER FOR DOOR."

The door too was made of tinted glass and did not allow him to see to the inside, but Crisp swallowed, gathered his courage, and hit the button next to the door a couple of times.

He couldn't hear anything, and wondered if it was even working at all to begin with, but suddenly the door opened and a tall, muscular Rottweiler stood there, wearing some very tight jeans and a tight black sleeveless short that showed off his sculptured torso and his big arms. The very sight made Crisp whimper meekly, let alone the musk that was seeping off such a strong male.

"Yes?" the dog asked, arms folded over his chest while he glared at the shorter fur.

Crisp, clutching the printed paper, nodded.

"He-hello, I'm here for a...uh...The Locker Room?"

"Yes?" the dog repeated.

"Uh...I have..." Crisp offered the piece of paper with a shaky paw.

"Okay."

The Rottweiler took the rumpled paper and scanned it through with his eyes before nodding, slowly.

"I see. Come with me."

He handed the paper back to Crisp, who then had no choice but to follow the Rottweiler into a dimly lit foyer and then into a hallway, through a locked door, which led into a more brightly illuminated corridor. He could hear a phone ringing, and the walls were lined with photos of more and more hot guys, all grinning confidently to the camera and showing off their packages in tight underwear and the like. Many of the shots seemed to have been in the eponymous locker room, too, considering that a few guys were crouching over benches and the like. Crisp felt himself grow aroused while glancing at the pictures lining the walls on all sides.

"Here," the Rottweiler pointed at a door. "Knock first."

"Th-thanks," Crisp mumbled, watching the Rottweiler's butt while he walked away, to disappear behind a corner.

He stood behind the door for a moment, gathering his courage once again before he finally dared to actually tap the door, quietly.

"COME IN!"

His tail jumped at the bellowing voice, but he did not falter now, not after coming this far. Crisp pushed the door open, gently and stepped into a room where he found a middle-aged cougar sitting behind the desk.

"Uh...hello?" Crisp whispered.

"Ah, hello!" the cougar declared while standing up from his chair. "Our newest hopeful model, I see! Welcome to World Class Entertainment headquarters, I'm Christiano!"

They shook paws, and the grip was tight, much as Crisp expected, knowing how meek he was himself, so it hardly shocked him.

"Hello," he said again.

"Well hello..." the cougar purred while eyeing the young wolf intently, "we have corresponded previously, and me and my colleagues have looked at your photos and your information, indeed...and we think that we would like to see how working with us works out for you, and then we can see about possible employment as a model for our company. Would that be suitable for you?"

"Y-Yes, sure," Crisp said, "I'm still interested, sure."

"Excellent!" the cougar seemed to be purring while he spoke, staring at Crisp and his gently flicking tail. "And looks like you are right on time, too, we're ready for you!"

"R-really?" Crisp mumbled.

"Sure!" the cougar's heavy paw landed on Crisp's shoulder and patted and squeezed it firmly, almost making him squirm in the process. That grip felt really hard on him, and made him blush. "Let's go!"

They walked out into the big hallway, passing doors and a few furs mulling about, though Crisp was kinda glad that the place wasn't crowded. It might've been too embarrassing to walk into his very first adult porno shoot with the big, imposing cougar. Some of the doors had red lights glowing above them and Crisp wondered whether they were actually filming there...which was more than enough to put extra throb into his boner.

"Here we are."

The cougar opened the door with a key and they entered into a well-lit room which appeared to be a photographic studio, at least to Crisp, though he didn't have much experience with that kind of a thing, but he could see the lamps and the flash equipment and the pure white background cloth suspended from the ceiling. Cables coiled along the floor, and there were a few furs moving around, putting all the gear into place.

"Got out star here, Darren!" the cougar yelled, making Crisp almost jump.

From the corner of his eyes he could see something move, which ended up being a pot-bellied raccoon, wielding a camera in his paws.

"Meet Crisp!" the cougar thumped the wolf's back, making him genuinely jump.

"Howdy," the raccoon replied aloofly. "I'm the photographer."

"He's good," the cougar purred.

"H-hi..."

"Well, we'll see, of course," the raccoon spoke, eying Crisp with beady eyes over his pointed muzzle.

"What he's made of, that is," the cougar laughed roughly.

Crisp felt his ears heat up and blushed while he stared at the tip of his white sneakers. He felt under scrutiny and didn't like it much, since it made him feel so self-conscious. Knowing what he was there for...it made it even worse, the embarrassment.

"Oh, I think so too," the raccoon leered at him, "your prelim photos were not bad, though maybe a bit..."

He leaned really close, making Crisp blush when he felt his breath huffing on his face, smelling like stale coffee.

"...amateurish..."

"Well we'll see about that!" the cougar laughed again, making Crisp's ears flatten.

"Hoy, Marco!" the raccoon yelled.

"Yo-hoo!"

Crisp's ears flicked with surprise as he heard the yelp come from the other side of the room, where he could see some kind of a clothes rack. A fox emerged from behind it, one with some kind of glitter on his tail so that it seemed like it was sparkling while he wagged it behind him as he approached.

"Come on and meet Crisp!" the cougar said.

"Well hello there, pretty..." the fox grinned immediately while coming close, making Crisp blush again while he was looked at by the widely grinning, funny-smelling fox.

"Exactly!" the raccoon laughed.

Crisp wasn't sure what that was supposed to mean, but he knew that soon the fox was poking his arms and hips and making measurements with a tape he held against his arm while clicking his tongue.

"Hmm...hmm..."

"Can you fit him with something suitable?" the cougar boss asked.

"Ohhhh definitely!" the fox replied, licking his lips as he put his tape measure away from the blushing wolf. "I've got something that I think will be just the right size...at least the bottom...the top might be a little tight but I bet the fans are going to just loooove that!"

"Uhhh...I'm not gonna be wearing my own clothes?" Crisp asked.

"Of course not!" the fox sounded outraged.

"Listen, kid," the cougar patted his paw against Crisp's shoulder, "we've got a very particular thing in mind for you, so we'll be providing you with your wardrobe, okay?"

"Uhhh....okay, I guess," Crisp muttered.

"Come here!" Marco grabbed his paw. "Let's make you pretty!"

Crisp's heart was thumping when he was taken over to the clothes rack, following the fox whom spun around once they had reached what appeared to be his corner of the room.

"Okay, strip!" the fox clapped his paws together.

"Whut?" Crisp's tail jumped.

The fox giggled.

"Well you gotta take that stuff off so that you can put on your costume, doofus!"

Crisp blushed at being called stupid again, and then told himself that he should've thought about it. How could he do any porn if he was too shy to even change in front of others - and he was going to be photographed while wearing clothes, too, not even naked at this point, which made it a bit easier, but still...if he was expected to take off his clothes just right there and then...

"Come on," the cougar added, too, "we've got a time slot reserved for you, and since it's your first time, you'll probably gonna take it slow."

"And we'll get to check out how you look on our cameras, so that I can adjust the light and the color balance," the raccoon added, coming closer with a big camera in his paws.

Crisp felt himself blush even more intensely, and he couldn't deny the boner in his pants, too. He just felt so very embarrassed, ogled by the three males so openly, with the fox grinning and the raccoon lifting a camera up to his eye level before pointing and snapping a photo of Crisp. His tail jumped a bit at the bright flash, and he felt his ears bounce, too.

"Come on!" the fox clapped his paws again. "Take it all off, you can't keep anything on!"

"Uh...do you have a changing room?"

All three laughed, roughly, making the wolf want to whimper, but he knew that it ws a lost battle now.

"Okay," he said.

"Here, you can put them here," the fox pulled out a plastic box and opened the lid, "put everything here, it'll be kept safe for you here, heheh."

Crisp nodded quietly and started by putting his phone and wallet in the box, followed by the slow process of untying his sneakers and putting them to the bottom of the box so that the wouldn't mess up his clothes. He felt very much under scrutiny as all three men kept looking at him, taking his clothes off...indeed, he did unbutton his shirt and put it into the box, and then his pants...and his blush only grew hotter when he realized the huge bulge on his boxers when they came into view.

"Looks like someone's liking this already, heh!" the cougar laughed.

"Good boy!" the fox licked his lips.

"Hmmpmpp" the raccoon added, lifting his camera again to flash a photo of the bulging boxers, to Crisp's utter embarrassment. His tail drooped and so did his ears, and he felt the urge to cover his crotch with his paws, to make sure they wouldn't see just the very extent of his arousal.

"Believe me, boy," the cougar grumbled, "popping one up easily is a number one skill in this business."

"Not a small one, either," the fox added.

Crisp's ears flopped against his skull, but he knew that there was no choice for him but to slip his boxers down (during which the raccoon took a photo of his bare butt, much to his extra shame) and then stand up, with his erection bouncing up from his groin and up against his belly. There was even a drop of precum drooping from the tip, which he noticed, and so did the camera that was pushed quite close with the raccoon even leaning over a bit.

"Nice!" the fox laughed.

"There we go, kid," the cougar growled.

Flash!

Crisp only barely managed to keep his paws away from covering his dick, but at least the fox wasn't looking now, instead, he was browsing the clothes rack, humming to himself, before picking something and then holding something on a coat hanger, something green, shiny, and skimpy.

"Here we go! The perfect bottom for you to keep that cute tush and package on display," the fox stated as he unsnapped the garment from metal clips on the coat hanger.

"W...what is that?"

"Your outfit," the cougar said, "come on, we are in a bit of a hurry you know."

Crisp picked the shorts from the fox and stared at them in disbelief. They looked barely enough to cover one leg, let alone all of him...but he knew he had no choice but to try them on. Much to his surprise, pulling them over his thighs, the fabric seemed to stretch so that by the time he wrestled them up, the elastic snapped almost against his belly button and covered him...somewhat. He felt the seam dig into his butt crack, and looking down to the front, his dick and his balls were on full display, a fat sausage on the front that was unmistakable.

"Well there we go..." the raccoon murmured, sounding approving while taking another test photo. "And your fur looks very nice on film, I think we'll only have to do a little bit of photoshopping to make sure you look as pretty as possible..."

"And for the top..." the fox was back to his clothes rack, again browsing through the various garments hanging from it..."yes...yes...here we go, I think this will be juuuust perfect..."

The piece of apparel that followed was a very skimpy green top, with shoulder straps, so that when Crisp put it on, it left his arms completely bare, and it didn't reach down low enough to meet the waistband of the shorts, meaning that a strip of his belly was visible was well.

"Well that looks good, I think," the cougar noted.

There was no mirror so Crisp had no idea how it did look like exactly, but looking down at himself he realized that it must've looked ridiculous...and even more than that...girly. Maybe these were even clothes meant for girls...or at least for really girly boys...

"Then we've got to accessorize...hmm...yes...yes..."

The fox rummaged through a plastic box and pulled out something fluffy and green and tubular, holding it out.

"Here, slip these on your arms, dude!"

"R-really?"

"Uh huh!"

Crisp saw no choice in the matter, and knew there really was none, which meant that soon his arms felt extra warm and ticklish, with the strange woolen, fluffy arm warmers placed over his slim arms. They fit well, but that only meant that they stuck to his furs and made him feel a bit overheated, even with his boner still throbbing happily away in his shorts.

"Oh, those look very nice...now gotta do something about your footpaws..."

"Like we spoke, Marco," the cougar said, which sounded ominous to the nervous wolf, though his ears perked a little when the fox provided him with a pair of green and white striped socks, knee length.

"Here you go, pretty!" the fox giggled.

Crisp was blushing heavily still, but he had to admit, at least the socks felt nice, even making him squirm his toes inside them.

"And to top it all off..."

The fox took out a white cardboard box and opened it, out of which he then took green high top shoes, and placed them onto the floor.

"I think these will go just perfectly with everything else!"

"Don't spend too much time on it, though, kid, we've got to start shooting!" the raccoon said.

Crisp might've felt nervous alright, but there was nothing that could make him not to spend at least a little bit of time fondling the pretty shoes, feeling their surface, as shiny as it was, he didn't want to smudge it or anything, then slip them on, carefully, tying the white laces with special care, too, so that they provided beautiful, symmetrical bows. He might've been outrageously dressed alright, but at least the shoes cheered him up a bit, and made him feel more aroused, too.

"I think he's ready, guys!" Marco grinned as he grabbed Crisp's hips and turned him around so that the blushing wolf faced the cougar and the raccoon, both of whom leered at him.

"Well there you are indeed..." the cougar licked his lips and purred kinkily.

"Uhmm..." Crisp mumbled.

"Our perfect pretty little femboy," the raccoon added in kind.

Crisp's ears burned upon being labeled such, but he also knew that dressed in such gear, he probably could not be described as anything else. He didn't really consider himself to be particularly feminine, besides, being of small stature and the like, but that didn't mean that he really wanted to dress up as a girl or act like one. Now he probably looked at least a bit like a girl, considering the outrageous clothes that made him look like some kind of an anime character or something, he thought.

And to think that he was going to be photographed...the thought struck him, and made him mutter, nervously.

"Are you...are you gonna publish these photos?" he asked.

"If they're sexy...which I don't doubt for a bit," the cougar winked, his tail swinging behind his big butt while he headed onto a folding chair and sat down. "Places!"

"Go on, kid," the raccoon rumbled, "get over here and stand in front of the screen, we'll take a few tests shots to get the light right and then we're gonna play."

Crisp took the few nervous steps required for him to head over to the studio part while the raccoon moved over as well, attaching a cable onto his camera which he then trained at Crisp and took a shot that caused the big extra flashes to go off, almost blinding the wolf. He blinked heavily and saw the raccoon adjusting his camera lens again.

"You enjoy yourself, dude I'll have to take this stuff out to next door, we'll be filming a four way orgy there, and they're going to mess up all these clothes..." the fox giggled while pushing his clothes rack on wheels towards the door.

Crisp swallowed heavily as he wondered whether he'd have to take part in something like that, should he be picked up by the studio, and squirmed a bit while he imagined that. Every movement he made caused the extra tight fabric of the shorts to rub against his boner, too, which itched in a funny way, quite the same how his dick felt when he'd press it against the mattress while in bed and he'd notice it was happening...usually in the mornings, when he'd wake up and find it like that. Now the entire world was going to see it, too, while he pranced there in his outrageous gear, trying to find a comfortable position to be, with the clothes sticking to all parts of him, and his toes feeling itchy in their striped socks and the green, shiny shoes.

"So, kid," the cougar suddenly spoke again while the raccoon played with the camera, "the idea is that you're showing off what you've got, so basically, Darren's going to give you instructions on how to pose, and then you'll try to do that as sexily as you can, and he's going to shoot you, you got that? We're giving guys some eye candy out there, and you are the eye candy, so you better do your best huh?"

"Uh....s-sure...sure..."

"Just remember, you're a slutty little femboy who wants to be picked up and tossed around by big burly jocks..." the cougar purred, his tail swiping the air behind him while he stared at Crisp hungrily.

Crisp felt uncomfortable with such dirty talk and so much attention, but knew that this was what he'd booked himself for, so he better try to see how it turned out...the promised money even for just this little shoot was not a bad thing everything considered, so he ought to just...bite it and take it like a man....even if he was geared up in things that were just short of a skirt of being a complete cross-dress for the wolf standing there and shaking a little from nerves and excitement he couldn't quite explain, but he still felt strongly, blood rushing into his dick and staying there so that it felt heavy and throbbing inside its spandex-like prison.

"GImme a front pose, clasp your muzzle in your paws like you're hiding from the camera and super shy to be here," the raccoon suddenly ordered as he aimed his camera.

Crisp decided that he didn't even have to pretend being shy, unable to meet the glass eye of the camera while he did as he was told, feeling his tail flag while he wondered just how intense this would become.

Flash!

"Oh that's right...look at your toes...so shy to be here, being stared alright...yes..."

Flash! Flash!

"..nice boner, though...now, turn so that your left side is pointing at me and look at me over your shoulder...yes...yes...look at me, you must be looking at the camera..."

Crisp whimpered, softly, he hoped, so that the others wouldn't hear, and quietly lifted his gaze.

"Oh that's just perfect...yeah...wag that tail..."

Flash, flash, flash!

"Good...good...now your back...turn your back to us...just stare at the wall, yes...the screen...show that tush..."

Crisp blushed furiously, and his cock pulsed while he realized that the flashing light meant that his ass was being photographed from several angles by the raccoon while he tried not to whimper again.

"Okay, now lift your tail up nicely...let everyone see those buns..."

Crisp hiked his tail up and hoped he could put it down soon, it felt that submissive...and with the leering raccoon staring at his butt in those green little shorts...

"Oh yes, just imagine a big cock slipping in there or something...yeah...I bet that's what everyone's thinking when they see that cute butt on the photos..."

Crisp wondered whether it could get more embarrassing than that, but of course it did.

"Now grab your ass cheeks with each paw and play like you're spreading them..."

Crisp's paws twitches and his tail flagged down, letting out a gasp at the rude order.

"You heard me!" the raccoon yelled. "Keep the tail up and play like you're spreading them!"

"O-okay..."

Crisp did as told, his butt feeling slippery under his paws while he held onto it, trying to do as he had been told while lifting his tail again. His cheeks felt so hot...and his cock so hard...

"Okay, that looks good..."

Flash! Flash! Flash!

"Good...good...now grab your ankles and bend over...completely..."

Crisp's ears drooped, but he knew he had no choice but to do as much, clasping his ankles just above his high tops, eyes fixed onto the white floor.

"Okay...look at the camera, between your legs...spread them a bit more...let them see you peek at the camera between your legs and below that hot ass you want the world to see...oh just right there..."

"Mmmhhhhhmm...." Crisp breathed as he assumed the difficult pose that made him feel like he was going to fall over and sprain his back or something...seeing the cougar grinning and rubbing his groin while staring at the performing wolf.

"Okay...good...good...keep that pose...hold it...a few more..."

Flash! Flash! Flash!

"Okay, stand up and face the camera again, boy," the raccoon ordered.

Crisp was glad to stand up again, though the motion caused the shorts to rub on his cock again, making it throb and leak some of that funny clear stuff into the tiny pants. Crisp felt worried that he wasn't supposed to let that happen, which made him feel even more self-conscious, and now he had to be looking at the camera.

"Okay,, now you grab the junk and hold it in your paw...cover it with your paw..."

"R-really?"

"Go for it, boy, "the cougar rumbled deeply.

Crisp's paw felt clammy when he clasped his groin, letting out a small whimper at the sensation, his eyes fluttering.

"Yeah, keep that up, that looks sexy!"

Crisp wasn't sure what he was doing exactly but he stayed like he was before, staring at the camera quietly.

"Okay...good...good...work it...now, lift your paws up over your head and bounce...can you do that?"

"I...I have to jump?"

"Duuuuuh," the raccoon replied, "go on, do it!"

"Okay..." Crisp replied, "lol..."

"Hop up and down now, kid!"

Crisp wasn't sure just how high he was supposed to jump, but he tried alright, his shoes tapping onto the floor with each bounce before he flew up in the air again, air rushing over his sweaty fur while the lamps grilled him and the camera kept on flashing.

"Go for it, yeah, keep playing...hop...hop..."

Crisp started feeling breathless, still doing the jump as if he was skipping rope or something...he couldn't help but let out small yelps when he went up and down, landing with a thump before he was up in the air again.

He felt funny, too...kind of tinglish and...

"Uuhuhh..."

Suddenly, on the next jump, a hot sensation filled his groin and some weird heat spread all over his pants. He gasped and landed heavily, tumbling down onto his ass and landing on his tail, whch made him yelp with surprise when air was knocked out of him, and that same strange feeling continued pulsing while his dick...it felt really funny...

"Well fuck me!" the cougar yelled.

"For real?!" the raccoon added.

Crisp stared with horror at the spreading dark spot on the front of his green shorts. Had...had that same thing happened to him again...how he'd sometimes wake up in the morning with his pants wet and filled with something sticky...and now...now it'd happen in front of the cameras.

The wolf sat there, feeling mortified, and like he could cry, while the raccoon and the cougar looked at him in disbelief.

"Did you just cum, boy?" the cougar was actually standing and staring.

Crisp whimpered, and sniffled.

"UHh...."

"Fuck yes he did!" the raccoon yelled, tail flapping while he began to snap photos like crazy, capturing the sight of Crisp's sudden and premature ejaculation n film.

"Oh you're a keeper, Crisp, you just might be!" the cougar was purring and rubbing his chin while he stared at the sitting, whimpering wolf.

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