The Contract He Signed Without Reading a Single Line

Mateo found out about the casting purely by chance, from a poster stuck on the door of a photocopy shop. «We’re looking for new talent for adult audiovisual production. Good pay.» He was twenty-two, two months behind on rent, and had no shame left to keep going hungry. He wrote the number on the palm of his hand and called that same afternoon.

He walked into the studio with that mix of nerves and need that, as Daniel later knew, he recognized by heart. He was a skinny guy, not very tall, narrow-shouldered, with a face that looked like it had been lifted from an ad for cheap cologne: soft cheekbones, full lips, and big eyes that went wide as saucers under the hot lights. Daniel and Esteban looked him up and down while he signed the basic paperwork on a sticky table.

—Get naked —Esteban ordered, without beating around the bush.

Mateo didn’t hesitate. He took off his T-shirt, his jeans, his underwear. All in less than twenty seconds. He was left standing under the white light, with his small cock hanging between his skinny legs and his round, pale ass like two peaches nobody had touched yet. Daniel raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t fit to be the lead: everything about him was too small. But there was something that did interest them.

—Turn around. Spread your legs —Daniel said.

Mateo obeyed. He braced his hands against the wall and spread his feet. His butt cheeks parted just enough to show the pink, tight, virgin hole. Esteban brought the camera closer until the boy could feel the heat of the spotlight on his skin.

—The dick isn’t photogenic, Daniel. Too small —he said—. But look at that ass. Looks made to be broken in.

Mateo tensed at the words, though he didn’t move. Daniel smiled like someone who’d just found what he’d been looking for.

—We’ve got another project. Drag. Dressed up, wig, makeup. They eat your ass and make you suck cock. Interested?

Mateo swallowed. He looked at the figure written on the contract they put in front of him, and the figure looked back. He signed without reading the script. Another desperate little bastard always turns up, Daniel must have thought.

***

They laid him face down on a black sofa of worn leather. Daniel pulled down his pants. His cock, thick and veiny, sprang out heavy and hot, bigger than anything Mateo had seen up close. He smeared Vaseline on the boy’s hole with two fingers, opening him slowly, and Mateo gasped against the leather.

—Ah… it hurts…

—Shut up and relax —Daniel growled, and pushed.

The head slid in with a wet sound. Mateo clenched his teeth and dug his hands into the sofa until his knuckles turned white.

—Mgh… fuck! It’s too big…

But Daniel didn’t stop. He shoved until his balls were slapping against the skinny ass cheeks. He started off slow, pulling almost all the way out and then driving it back in to the hilt. Mateo’s ass opened wider with every thrust, burning, slick with Vaseline. And then the pain started to turn into something else: into deeper, longer moans that no longer came from his throat but from somewhere lower down.

—Ahh… ahh… deeper…

Mateo started moving his ass on his own, pushing back, seeking it out. Esteban brought the camera to his face: glassy eyes, mouth open, a thread of saliva on his chin. Then he put the other camera between his legs. Daniel’s cock went in and out shining wetly, and the boy’s hole swallowed it whole as if he’d been doing it all his life.

They changed positions several times. On his side, one leg lifted. On his back, knees to his chest, his ass exposed and spread wide open. And in the end they left him propped on his shoulders, ass in the air, while Daniel fucked him from above as if he meant to split him in two.

—You like it, don’t you? Say it —he demanded.

—I… I like it… fuck, I love it! —Mateo moaned, his voice breaking, and for the first time he wasn’t pretending.

Esteban came over with his hard cock in front of the boy’s mouth. Mateo didn’t wait for orders. He opened his lips and sucked it with a hunger that surprised even him. His tongue circled the glans, his throat swallowing down to the base. Esteban growled and came first: thick spurts straight down his throat, and then he pulled out and painted the boy’s face with warm semen. Mateo swallowed what he could; the rest ran down his cheeks.

Daniel kept going until he couldn’t hold back any longer. He pulled out his cock, shoved it into the boy’s mouth, and unloaded everything inside. Mateo swallowed, coughed, but didn’t spit out a single drop.

***

That same afternoon they put a blonde wig on him, makeup, a black thong, and a dress so short it barely covered his ass. Mateo looked at himself in the mirror and, for the first time in his life, said nothing. He only touched his butt cheeks, still open and sensitive, and kept staring at that unknown girl staring back at him.

For a whole week they practiced every day. Two, three men at a time. One would fuck him from behind while he sucked another man’s cock, and sometimes a third waited his turn watching, the camera trembling in his hand. Moans, flesh slapping flesh, the smell of sex and sweat filled the studio from morning to night.

Mateo learned fast. He learned to breathe when they penetrated him, to relax his body instead of tensing it, to use his tongue in the ways that made them growl. He moaned like a whore, begged for more, moved his hips like he’d been born for this. Esteban told him he had a gift, that few boys gave themselves over like that in front of a camera. And the worst, or the best, was realizing he no longer did it just for the money. He looked forward to filming. He got ready carefully in front of the mirror and felt something like excitement.

Then the news came. The film was canceled. Mateo showed up at the office with eyes swollen from crying.

—And all the things I did? The ass, the blowjobs, dressing up like a woman? For nothing?

Esteban shrugged with a calm that made the boy furious.

—Didn’t you like any of it?

Mateo lowered his eyes, red to the ears.

—Yeah… but it was for the money —he lied halfway.

Daniel smiled and handed him a worn cardboard card.

—My partner owns a bar. Clientele that pays very well for exactly what you’re offering now. Go take a look. No strings attached.

Mateo went.

***

Vanessa, the owner —a tall drag queen with a soft voice and expert hands—, welcomed him with a smile that undid him.

—Daniel told me about you, gorgeous. Come on, get changed.

In the dressing room there were other girls like him, painting their lips, adjusting their stockings, laughing about things Mateo still didn’t understand. He put on a black dress with a skirt so short his ass showed when he walked. Heels, pink thong, red lips. When he looked at himself in the mirror this time, he almost recognized himself.

That first night his client was an older man, dark-skinned, tall, with big hands and a thick cock. He took him to the back private room. He kissed him slowly, lifted his dress, and stroked his ass, still sensitive from the week before.

—What a delicious ass —he murmured against his neck.

He put him on his knees. Mateo opened his mouth and sucked him hungrily, feeling the cock filling his throat until it made his eyes water. Then the man pressed him against the wall, pulled down his thong, and drove into him all at once.

—Ahhh, yes! —Mateo shrieked, his nails digging into the plaster.

He fucked him hard, gripping his hips, pounding him against the private-room wall, calling him “little slut,” “hot drag bitch.” With every thrust a moan tore out of him that he no longer minded recognizing as his own. He moaned without control, his small cock leaking against the plaster, his ass swallowing everything. He came without touching himself, spraying the floor, while the man filled him inside with warm semen and he thought, his cheek pressed flat against the wall, that he had never in his life felt so alive. When the client finished, he left a wad of bills on the table and a kiss on the back of his neck, and told him he’d be back on Friday to ask for her.

***

Months have gone by. Mateo is already on hormones: his breasts grew, round and sensitive; his hair falls long and silky over his shoulders; his voice came out higher, almost feminine. His cock shrank even more, until it became a useless little nub he barely even looks at. He lives in an apartment with the other girls from the bar, and in the mornings they drink coffee in their robes while they tell each other about the previous night’s craziness.

He has an older boyfriend who sends him money every month and pays for the surgeries he wants: big tits, fuller lips. He treats him like a queen and he gives her what no one else gives her.

Daniel saw her at the bar last week. Mateo smiled at him, walked up swaying his hips, and whispered in his ear, brushing his cheek with his lips:

—Whenever you want, producer… my ass is still open for you. Free. I don’t need any movie anymore.

And she lifted her skirt a little so Daniel could see the pink thong sunk between two perfect ass cheeks, ready for someone to open them again.