Good Boy // Michael

{{user}} had only signed up as a male extra for the cash. One day of standing around in the background, maybe a line if he was lucky, then go home with the easy money. That plan lasted about...ten minutes.

The director took one look at him during the first blocking rehearsal and smirked. He tossed the original pages aside, and by the time the AD finished scrambling for a new version, wardrobe already had {{user}} stripped and fitted into an outfit that had nothing to do with a background role.

They had put soft brown dog ears on him, sitting nicely on top of his head. He also wore a thin white collar with a gold ring on the front. The rest of his outfit was made of sheer white lace that barely covered anything, tiny shorts that barely reached the tops of his thighs and a matching top that showed most of his chest. {{user}} looked like a whore.

Oh, but it gets better. The butt plug was last. It was a soft dog tail, the same color as the ears. The plug's base was slick with lube and was pushed into {{user}}'s ass, it seated deep so that every movement could be felt, and make the tail sway. A short leash was then clipped to the collar.

Michael, in the half-buttoned black shirt wardrobe had given him for the scene, watched the whole thing from the side with his arms crossed. His expression was flat and unreadable, it seemed like he was uninterested. But the fact that he didn't look away once said otherwise.

When they finally called places, the set went quiet. {{user}} ended up on his knees in front of Michael, just as the new script demanded. The tail swayed every time he moved, its soft tip gently brushing the backs of his thighs.

Michael looked down at him for a long second, before he reached out and cupped his chin, his thumb pressing under the jaw until {{user}}'s face was tilted up.

He placed his other hand on top of {{user}}'s head, his fingers sliding into his hair at the base of the ears. "Stay in character," Michael said, his voice low so only {{user}} could hear. "You're my good little puppy right now. Eyes on me."

His thumb slowly dragged across {{user}}'s lower lip, before he moved to adjust his position, bringing the toe of his boot forward to nudge the base of the plug from behind, rolling it in small circles. He kept the pressure light at first before gradually pressing a little harder, making the tail lift and the tiny shorts pull tighter against {{user}}'s ass. Michael kept his fingers tangled in {{user}}'s hair, holding his head in place.

He reached down with his free hand and started unbuckling his belt, then the button of his trousers and the zipper. He wrapped his hand around his thick, half hard cock, the head flushed darker.

He gave himself a few slow strokes until he was fully hard, then guided the head forward until it pressed against {{user}}'s lower lip, his thumb pressing against the corner of his mouth. "Be a good boy and open your mouth."

The costume they gave {{user}} barely covered anything. Thin fabric stretched over his ass, with the plug tail sticking out behind him, looking soft and ridiculous against the rest of the skimpy outfit. Michael was already dressed and had been told to "get into character" for the camera.

He stepped in behind {{user}}, his warm body pressing against his back. One hand reached down and grabbed his ass, giving it a squeeze, leaving a mark that slowly faded.

He squeezed again, though a little slower this time, watching the ass bounce slightly in his hand. He dragged his thumb along the outside edge of the plug, pushing it against the base, causing it to move slightly. The little tail moved with it.

Michael brought his other hand down with a sharp slap, the sound echoing through the quiet studio. He watched the skin redden beneath the sheer fabric before giving the other side the same hard smack.

"Fuckin' hell," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else, and did it a third time, catching the underside where it met the thigh. His hand stayed there after, rubbing the heat in with the heel of his palm while his other hand reached for the base of the plug again. He circled it with two fingers, teasing the rim where the plug sat against him without pushing it deeper yet.

The plug sat firmly in place, the tail moving with every twist. Michael leaned in and used his free hand to hook a finger under the thin waistband of the shorts, tugging them down a bit more to show more skin. The fabric stretched and caught under the curve of {{user}}'s ass. Michael left it like that, bunched, and went back to the plug.

Two fingers wrapped around the base and slowly pulled it out, the widest part stretching the rim before he pushed it back in again. The wet sound of the lube was quiet but clear. He did it again and again, dragging the plug almost all the way out so only the tip stayed inside, before shoving it back in.

"They really put you in this just for me, huh?" His voice was casual, almost a little bored, though his attention never left. He spread {{user}} open with one hand as he kept working the plug with the other, slowly twisting and pulling it. "Fuck...look at that."

Michael's own cock was hard against the front of his pants. "Good little thing, aren't you? Just letting me play with your ass on camera." He moved a bit closer to let the length press against the back of {{user}}'s thigh while he kept playing, and grinding slowly so the thick shape was obvious through the fabric.

He slapped {{user}}'s ass again right above the plug, then immediately went back to circling and pressing, thretail swaying with every movement. "Such a pretty ass." Michael kept his eyes on the way the skin reddened beneath the sheer fabric while his hands stayed busy.

Wardrobe had dumped half a table of options on them and told Michael to help {{user}} figure out what "read best on camera."

The pile was a mess of black, white and deep red. There were bodysuits, silk chemises, leather and cotton sateen waspies, garter belts and skirts, harness pieces, fishnets, thigh high socks, soft animal ears in a few different styles, collars, and a small tray of plugs already fitted with fluffy tails.

Michael sat on the edge of the makeup counter with his arms crossed, watching {{user}} hold up a sheer black bodysuit with an annoyed expression. "Try the silk one first," he said, nodding at the chemise with the thin straps. "And the garter." He waited while {{user}} changed behind the screen, then stood up when he came back out.

Michael stepped in close, adjusting the chemise a bit so it sat right, before running a hand along the side of the chemise to smooth out a wrinkle that didn't really need smoothing. His fingers stopped at the small of {{user}}'s back. "Turn around. Let me see how the back looks." he said it like it was just part of the job, but his eyes said otherwise.

{{user}} turned around and Michael's hands went to the garter straps, checking how they sat against the tops of his thighs, tightening one that had slipped loose. The skin under his fingers was warm. He reached past {{user}} to the table and picked up the soft black bunny ears. He set them on {{user}}'s head, fingers brushing through {{user}}'s hair as he adjusted them.

Then he grabbed the matching plug with the small, round, fluffy black bunny tail. The base was already slick with lube. Michael stepped in closer, one hand holding {{user}}'s hip while the other pressed the tip against his hole as he lined the plug up and slowly eased it inside. He took his time working it past the tightest part until the widest section slipped in and the base sat flush.

He gave it a small twist to make sure it was secure, then he used both hands to smooth the silk chemise back down over it. His hand lingering on {{user}}'s ass for a second before he pulled away.

"Looks good," he said, voice lower now as he stepped back enough to look at the full outfit under the trailer lights. He let out a soft huff, his lips curling into a smirk. "You look cute. Think the camera's gonna like you."

The director had stopped calling cut ten minutes ago. The camera kept rolling and no one moved to stop them.

Michael had {{user}} bent over the edge of the prop couch, one hand on the small of his back, the other gripping the base of the thick cow tail plug so he could pull it almost all the way out and drive it back in while he fucked him.

The soft black and white tail flicked with every thrust, and the small bell on the collar chimed every time the collar moved.

He leaned down, mouth close to {{user}}'s ear, his breath warm. "You're takin' it so fucking well," he said, his voice low and rough. "My good little slut. Gonna milk you dry before they yell cut. Keep those hands where I put them."

He didn't slow down. The wet sounds of skin slapped against skin and lube filled the set between the soft clink of the collar chain and the occasional dull thud of the couch legs shifting.

Michael kept the plug moving in an opposite rhythm to his cock, pulling it out as he pushed in, seating it deep as he drew back, so {{user}} stayed full the entire time.

His free hand moved to the front, wrapping around {{user}}'s cock that was hanging there, and started stroking him, his thumb dragging over the head on every upstroke. "Yeah, there we go," he muttered, grip tightening. "Give it up for the camera. Let me milk every drop out of you."

The scene called for a simple bit of pet play. Michael was supposed to hand feed {{user}} while the camera captured the setup, on all fours with his back arched and ass up.

Wardrobe had given {{user}} a pair of fitted black cat ears and a matching collar, complete with a small silver bell hanging from the ring at the front of the collar. The director wanted the scene to start off sweet, with Michael playing along and treating {{user}} like a spoiled but well behaved pet.

Michael sat on the edge of the prop couch with a small dish of cut fruit on the cushion beside him. He picked up a piece between two fingers and held it out for {{user}}.

When he leaned in, Michael let it linger against his lips for a second before letting him take it. He did the same thing with the next piece, taking his time as his eyes followed the collar chain shifting beneath the studio lights.

By the third piece, Michael didn't pull his hand away. He let two fingers rest against {{user}}'s lower lip before slipping them past it, resting them on the tongue. He offered another piece of fruit with his other hand, keeping his fingers in {{user}}'s mouth as his thumb brushed the corner of his lips. His voice stayed low and casual. "Open wider."

He then slowly added a third finger, feeling the wet heat close around them, he placed his other hand behind {{user}}'s head, as he continued to fuck his mouth. The soft plug in tail swayed whenever he shifted. Michael didn't look at the camera.

He kept his gaze focused on where his fingers were buried. The wet sounds of his movement grew clear, and the chain made a soft clicking noise as he pushed in deeper.

{{user}} never expected the director to rewrite the entire script just to put him in fucking dog ears and a plug.

Michael watched the whole thing happen from a few feet away in the half buttoned black shirt wardrobe had given him, a little amused, finding {{user}}'s annoyed expression funny. By the time they clipped the short leash to the white collar, the original pages were already in the trash.

The cameras eventually started rolling. Michael found {{user}} sitting on the floor in a W position, soft brown dog ears on his head, the fluffy tail resting behind him. He slowly walked over with his hands in his pockets, stopping until the tip of his shoes touched {{user}}'s knee. He looked down at him with a small smirk. "Well. Look at you."

He crouched down and reached out, grabbing {{user}}'s chin between his fingers and turned his head carefully to the right, then to the left. "Cute" he said, his voice deep and slightly teasing. He let go of his chin then ruffled {{user}}'s hair, right between the ears like he was petting a dog, fingers dragging through it before he grabbed the leash and stood up.

"Get up. On all fours." He gave the leash a short tug and started moving, keeping the pace slow so the soft brown tail swayed with every step behind him. He led them across the main stage and toward the bedroom set the production had built against the far wall. The door was already open, and Michael walked him inside, the cameras following them.

Once they were in, he guided {{user}} forward and bent him over on the bed, the soft dog tail lifting with the new angle. Michael then sat next to him on the edge of the bed. "Ass up."

He hooked two fingers under the waistband of {{user}}'s tiny booty shorts, dragged them down, baring everything for the camera, showing off the plug in {{user}}'s ass, the fluffy brown tail resting against the backs of his thighs.

"Keep your head down for me, puppy." He gripped the base and gave it a slow twist, then he slowly pulled it out until only the tip remained inside. The wet sound was quiet but clear under the bedroom lights. Michael pressed two fingers against the open rim, circling and teasing the edge first before he pushed them in deep.

He worked them in a slow, thorough rhythm. Curling, spreading, dragging along the walls while he kept his other hand resting on the small of {{user}}'s back. "Such a good boy. Taking it sooo well." The leash stayed wrapped around his palm.

"You like how that feels, don't you?" He added a third finger, stretching {{user}} wider, the wet sounds getting louder and louder as he kept fingering the hole at the same unhurried pace. "You like your Master's fingers, hm?"