Dirty Visual Rewrite

“Dirty Visual is one of the most popular and highest rated porn industries in America. They make good quality porn videos and are respectful to their workers. Dirty Visual is most popular to the LGBT community because they originally started out having only male porn stars. Over the years the brand grew so large that they included lesbian and transgender videos as well as bisexual threesome videos. This broadcast is for all of you watchers and stars out there who work for Dirty Visual. Should we add videos with strait couples just like every other brand or should we solely embrace the LGBT community?” Zack Baker sat in front of his computer watching the live broadcast sent out to millions who view the Dirty Visual site. Scoffing he closed out of his email and typed in the address for the website.

Zack silently told himself that he was going onto the site to check out the competition, but deep down he knew where he would end up. Once the main page loaded up, Zack clicked on the search button and typed in a name he was very familiar with.

In all the years Zack spent working for Dirty Visual there had always been one man in the spot lights. The kind that everyone had wanted to be, or at least be with. Synyster Gates. Your typical alpha male type: a man's man in his own right and downright melt in your mouth sexy. The type of man that Zack yeaned for. Fuck, Zack felt his dick harden just thinking about those nimble fingers and that goddamn sinister pout.

Every time Zack had to do a shoot he secretly wished that he would see Syn. Sometimes he even went out of his way make that happen, making it look like a little accident of some sort. By now the man had to think that he was a klutz or a moron. But what did it matter, there was no way he was ever going to get a shot at filming with the man. Synyster Gates is way out of his league. At the studio, Zack was considered an "Average" porn star. The kind they keep around just for pizza boy skits and shit that no one else wanted to do. It wasn't ideal but it was a hell of a lot better than the last company he'd worked for.

Flash Bash had been the worst mistake of Zack's life. He didn't know it at the time he'd signed the contract that he would be brutally abused on a regular basis. He kicked himself in the ass for not looking them up before accepting the job, but he'd been living on the streets at the time and desperate for cash. When he signed the contract, he hadn't eaten in three days. The agent took pity on him had given him a little bit of pocket money and had let him take a shower in the locker-room. His first shoot was scheduled for the next day.

Anticipation ate at his stomach when he walked through the door. There were a few things he didn't like about the place, just walking through the door, but it was money. Zack had been told that there would be some roughness to the sex. It wasn’t like he hadn't had rough sex before so he agreed and signed the paper that was shoved under his nose. He should have guessed that there was something fishy about the damn place when they hadn't even give him an STD test before telling him to have unprotected sex with some stranger.

The filming started with more than a couple of people standing about. Zack had been insecure at first, having so many porn stars watch him but he blocked it out and did his job. Everything had been okay until one of the guys came up and punched Zack in the stomach. He doubled over and the man behind him grabbed his wrists and pulled them behind his back, using a belt to tie them together. The two men took turns brutalizing him with their fists and whips as they each screwed him into the floor. Zack would never be able to forget the pain that had shot through his body when he'd fallen to the floor and his shoulder had popped out of place.

The next day Zack had cashed a check for a thousand dollars. He didn't feel good about it but he could at least have a roof over his head for a few days and food in his belly. Even if he felt nothing but pain every time he moved. Zack had looked in the mirror that morning bruises and cuts littered most of his body. He was in so much pain that it had taken him nearly an hour to walk to the library from only half a mile away. He got a few weird looks because he was limping so badly but Zack brushed them off and glared back. Fuck the judgmental assholes.

Zack got a call back from Dirty Visual two days later. The brand was one who took walk in armatures off the streets pretty frequently. There were quite a few good reviews about the place and Zack checked out some of their videos before interviewing. He was told that he could do a few shoots and if he liked it he would need to sign a contract with them. They would send him for STD testing before his first shoot and if for some reason he decided not to do any videos for them, there was no harm done.

After his first shoot Zack fell in love with his job and had signed on immediately after. And with one signature he had a steady job, good medical benefits and reliable financial security. From then on after Zacky Vengeance became his new life.

The page finally loaded up and Zack scrolled down a few times to find the video he was looking for. One that he had watched many times over. So many times in fact, that in his search bar when he goes to look something up, Synyster's personal profile is automatically the first suggestion. Zack had contributed to the viewer count more times than he'd like to admit.

Synyster's personal profile had over twenty million views alone, that didn’t even count the ones on the hundreds of videos he'd been a part of. The man was a sexual mystery that kept drawing you back in, mostly because his videos weren't your average pornos. There were things in there that Zack had never seen in porn before he'd seen those videos. The man actually seemed like he loved sex as much as breathing in most of them. It made Zack rethink the popular rumor that floated around their job. People said that Syn doesn't like his job, hates it in fact. It's a well-known fact that Syn's father is one of the main investors in the company and people are saying that its being used to keep in working for DV.

Zack tended to ignore the rumors but sometimes it was hard to do so when he had heard all sorts of bad things about Synyster. Apparently, people that have worked with him say his name fits the kind of asshole personality he has. But so many rumors fly between the stars in Dirty Visual that you never know what is true and what is fake.

Letting the video, he clicked on load up, Zack took a minute to think about what drew him to the other man. The first time Zack accidentally stumbled into the set where Syn was filming he hadn't been noticed so he stayed for a few minutes. He had rather enjoyed watching Synyster Gates at work; it was hard to look away from that tight succulent ass, muscular thighs and impressive length in the man's private region.

Zack enlarged the video to full screen and pulled open his pants before clicking the start button Ge made sure to turn up the volume on his speakers and leaned back in his desk chair.

Listening to the two men talking he fiddled with himself. Slowly raking his short nails down his shaft, just barely ticking the sensitive skin.

“Come on Charley you girlfriend won’t be home for a few more hours, it's not like we haven't done this a million times before. She'll never know." Synyster's voice called out as he walked towards the man sitting on the couch. Brian slowly started to unbutton his shirt, revealing his ripped abs and all that delicious tattooed skin.

“I just can’t Synyster.” Charlie stated, his face now covered by his hands, rubbing the tension from his forehead.

“Why not Charlie, give me one good reason you can’t be with me.” Synyster climbed onto the couch, straddling the other man's waist as he whispered into his companion’s ear, just loud enough for the camera to hear.

“Because it means more to me than it does to you, Synyster.” The man lowered his hands and stated as if he were battling with himself, trying not to cry.

“I think it means just as much to me as it does you.” Synyster spoke softly as he turned the other man’s face to look at him.

“Trust me Charlie this isn’t just casual fucking anymore.” He stated surely with a look of affection in his eyes. Syn let his hands travel from the man's shoulders, down to his belly and back up.

“What about Josie I can’t just leave her she’s pregnant with my baby.” Charlie argued, fighting a battle within him. Clearly trying and failing to not give in to the other man.

“You love her more than you do me don’t you?” Synyster pulled back slightly and looked deep into the other man's eyes as he spoke. Tears welling in his own as he looked at his partner. Charlie gave a slight nod, giving the other man a sorrowful look. “Okay then, this one last time with you is all I ask. I'll never ask this of you again, I promise."

Charlie reluctantly agreed and they slipped into a leisurely foreplay. Synyster nipped and licked at the man's skin as he touched them both. He took his time getting them both undressed, that quickly turned into Charlie sucking his cock for all it was worth.

Zack watched the foreplay, slowly stroking himself in time with the actions on screen. He almost came to the edge when Syn yelled that he was going to come if Charlie didn't stop.

Charlie came off Syn's dick with a pop and grabbed the other man's hand. Quickly leading them down the hall to a bedroom. They were a tangle of limbs as they crashed onto the bed. Syn adjusted himself so he was between the other man's legs, their dicks brushing together at a steady pace.

“Oh fuck, please just take me already Synyster.” Charlie moaned out, panting under the other man. Syn agreed and quickly grabbed a condom from the night stand and lathered his length with lube. He leaned back over the other man, teasing his entrance a few times before pressing just enough for the very tip to poke inside. He pulled back out teasingly.

“I don’t think you are in any position to be making demands." Synyster chuckled as he brought his hand down to the now lubed up entrance and slowly inserted a finger into the tight heat. It took a few minutes but eventually he was able to work three inside. Pressing on the man's prostate every so often to lessen the stress of adjusting. When Syn' thought he was stretched enough he wiped his hand on a wet towel and pulled back. "On your knees baby."

Charlie rolled over and got into position while Syn lubed himself a bit better and moved to kneel right behind him. Slowly he pressed forward into the tight muscle. Even though he had been stretched Charlie’s muscles were clenching like hell around his hard member. He pressed forward, slowly being engulfed into his lover’s heat. He couldn't help he moan that escaped. Fuck it must be so hard not to thrust into that tight ass and just keep going.

After a few minutes of adjusting Synyster went from a slow leasurly pace to giving his all to his lover; long nimble fingers dug into Charlies hips as Syn pounded him into the bed, his cock dripping onto the bedspread below them. Pants and moans came out faster as their pace quickened. Curse words came out every time the older man pegged Charlies prostate.

“Fuck you're so tight,” Synyster leaned over, his chest almost flushed with Charlies back as he thrusted for a few minutes.

“Come on! Harder fuck me harder!” Charlie's plea sounded almost pained. Syn grinded into his lover a little while longer before leaning back on his knees and straitened his back. His hands made their way up to Charlies shoulders, gripping on and using them to set a brutal pace of bringing the other man back onto his cock.

“You like this, huh? You like me fucking you through the bed?” Brian grabbed a handful of Charlie’s hair while keeping the other hand on his lover's shoulder. A shout came from the other man's lips causing a smirk to spread across Syn's lips. His hips came to a standstill, Charlie groaned out in frustration, trying to impale himself on the hard cock. "Say it, tell me you love it baby."

“Fuck Synyster, I love it!” Charlie moaned out as Syn's hips dove into him a few times then came to an aggravatingly slow pace.

“What do you love Charlie come one make it worth it for me.” Synyster practically purred to the other man. Want and desire dripping from his words.

“I love it when you fuck me when you make me beg and come so fucking hard I see stars!” Charlie cried out exasperatedly. Synyster's hips picked up their pace once more.

“What do you want?” Synyster asked, leaning down he swiped his tongue cross the other man's back.

“I want you to fuck me as hard as you can Synyster I want you to make me come with just your cock in me.” Charlie pleaded with his lover. Synyster complied with his wishes and picked up his pace switching positions so he was kneeling on one knee, the other foot flat on the bed. As he gripped Charlie’s hips he began thrusting into the tight heat as hard as he could, pegging the others prostate with every thrust.

Charlie let out a loud moan, his body tensed as his cock pulsed. Come spurting out each time it tensed toward his belly.

Zack knew what was coming, he quickened his pace and matched the thrust Syn was making. Gentle pants escaped his lips with each twist of his fist. Using the precome that had been trickling down the side of his cock as lube. Fuck he was so close, just a little more and he knew he would erupt.

“So fucking warm. That’s it. Ohh that’s it, I’m coming!" Synyster's head whipped back, his nails dug into Charlies skin as his hips almost stilled. With each slow thrust he let out a low moan, his cock visibly pulsed on the camera with each jet of come that filled the condom.

Zack came so hard that his vision blurred and his toes curled in the carpet below his feet. As Zack came down from his euphoria he watched Synyster pull out of Charlie and slip off the condom messily. Letting out a sigh when Syn flopped onto his back and lazily started to massage his own come into his cock.

Zack had just closed down the web page when he received a notification from an email on his phone. He clicked the inbox button on his computer and opened the message.

‘Hey Zacky Vengeance I just wanted to contact you before the studio does. I scheduled a shoot with you for this coming Saturday. I hope you don’t mind; I've been getting a lot of suggestions to do a skit with you so I personally requested you for this video. When the producer gave me the option to choose who to do this video with it was an easy choice. Especially after I watched some of your videos and I know that you have seen more than a few of mine ; ) I'm looking forward to working with you doll.' Synyster fucking Gates had requested to work with him? Frumpy, plain, Zachary Baker commonly known around the studio as an amateur. There was no fucking way. Zack sat there for a few minutes, rereading the message. Not so silently freaking out.

After a few minutes it clicked. He would be doing a skit with Synyster Gates, the alpha male who never bottoms for anyone. Dread filled the pit of his stomach. After leaving Flash Bash, Zack had promised himself he would never have sex with anyone that resembled a testosterone junkie ever again. And the studio was crazy if they ever thought Zack was going to bottom for anyone on camera ever again. The producers knew his past, how could they do that to him?

An hour and one panic attack later, Zack decided that he should reply and politely tell the other man no.

"Hey, Synyster, I am honored that you chose me to do a video with but I'm sorry to say that I have to decline your offer." There, simple and sweet. Zack nibbled on his lip as he clicked send.

There was just no way he could do a scene like that again. Just thinking about it had Zack's stomach twisted in knots. A man like Synyster doesn't bottom for anyone and Zack refused to be that vulnerable on camera ever again.

Zack's notification on his phone went off again. This time he clicked the app on his phone, as he got up to go outside for a smoke.

'I'm sorry to hear you say that. Can you tell me if there is a reason you are declining? Maybe we can work something out?' Zack debated on going into detail but he decided that he would be just shooting himself in the foot if any of the shit in his head got out at work.

'I just don't feel like a shoot with you is something that I can be comfortable with.' Zack was afraid he offended the other man when he got through his smoke without a response.

'Does this have anything to do with your past? If it does Zacky, I'm not like that.' How had he known? The only people that should have known were the producer and the woman who hired him.

'I don’t know what you mean.' Zack played stupid in hopes that maybe Syn didn't know the information that Zack thought he knew.

'I can talk to the producers and maybe arrange something with them so maybe you would be a bit more comfortable. Maybe some foreplay and oral, nothing more.' Zack paused to think about it for a few minutes. The offer didn't sound so bad when you take sex out of the picture.

'Do you think they would even go for something like that?'

'I'm sure I can get them to agree. It's hard for to say no to me when I bring in so much business.' And there's the cocky asshole everyone knew and loved. From that very moment, Zacky knew he was screwed.

Notes

Hey guys! I am currently rewriting this story! I'm fixing some of the plot and adding to it as well as quite a few of the errors I made.