The door slammed shut behind him with a heavy click that echoed like a trap snapping. Jake, twenty-two and fresh off the bus from some Midwest nothing town, stood in the middle of the dim warehouse space, blinking under harsh overhead lights. "Hey, this ain't the modeling gig I was told about," he muttered, but the two bigger guys who'd led him in were already circling.
"Strip," the taller one barked, voice rough like gravel. "Camera's rolling. You're the new star in our gay forced porn stories collection."
Jake's heart hammered. He tried to back up but hands grabbed his arms, yanking his shirt over his head. Fabric tore. Pants followed, shoved down to his ankles. He was naked in seconds, cock hanging soft and exposed under the lights. "Fuck you, let me go!" he shouted, but they laughed and pushed him onto the stained mattress in the center of the set.
The camera guy zoomed in close as one of them forced Jake's legs apart. Thick fingers wrapped around his dick, stroking it hard despite his struggles. "Look at that, fighting already," the guy sneered, spitting on his palm and working Jake's shaft until it thickened unwillingly. Jake bucked, but a knee pinned his chest. "Open your mouth or we make it worse."
A fat cock slapped against his lips. Jake clamped them shut, but they pinched his nose until he gasped, and the head shoved inside. Salty, musky, forcing past his tongue. He gagged as it thrust deep, the guy holding his head and fucking his throat in short, brutal strokes. Spit ran down his chin. The camera caught every wet choke.
They flipped him onto his stomach next. Lube was poured straight onto his hole, cold and slick. Jake kicked but strong arms held him. A thick finger pushed in first, then two, stretching him open while he cursed and twisted. "Tight little straight boy ass," one growled. "Gonna look good on film."
The first cock pressed against his rim and shoved. Jake yelled as it breached him, burning stretch turning into a steady pounding. The guy railed him hard, balls slapping, while the other one fed his dick back into Jake's mouth from the front. They used him from both ends, spit-roasting him on camera for their forced gay porn. Every thrust rocked his body. His own cock rubbed against the mattress, leaking despite everything.
They switched positions. Jake was hauled up onto all fours. One fucked his ass deep and steady, hitting that spot inside that made his vision blur. The other slapped his face with a heavy dick before stuffing it back down his throat. "Suck it like you mean it, or we add more guys." Jake's protests turned to muffled moans as they pounded him faster.
Cum from the first load filled his ass, hot and thick, leaking out around the shaft still buried there.
They didn't stop. A second round started with Jake on his back, legs pushed to his chest. Another cock slammed into his used hole, fucking the previous load deeper. Hands stroked his dick in time with the thrusts until he came hard, ropes shooting across his own stomach while they laughed and kept using him. The camera zoomed on his face, flushed and wrecked, mouth open in a broken groan.
By the end they had him covered, ass dripping, throat raw. They left him there panting on the mattress as the lights stayed on. "Upload goes live tonight," one said. "Welcome to the collection, boy."
Jake lay there, body aching, cum cooling on his skin, the forced heat still pulsing through him in ways he hated admitting. The warehouse door opened again for the next setup.
