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The Casting Couch: A Savage Twink’s Jizz-filled Audition

It was another day at the casting office, a place where dreams were made and broken. The moist air was thick with the scent of sweat, desperation, and the subtle musk of manly arousal. In a dimly lit room sat the producer, a leather-clad dominatrix named Sasha, eagerly awaiting her next victim, er, client.

A timid knock at the door broke the silence. “Come in,” Sasha purred, eyeing the door hungrily. The door creaked open, and in walked a fresh-faced twink named Bambi. His youthful features and rail-thin frame made him appear even younger than his meager 18 years.

“W-well hello there, darling,” Sasha grinned, her eyes roaming over Bambi’s lithe body. “I’m Sasha. Have a seat.” She gestured to the worn leather couch, eager to get this audition started. Bambi settled onto the couch, his hands fidgeting nervously in his lap.

“So, Bambi, tell me about yourself,” Sasha purred, reaching out to stroke Bambi’s cheek. “What makes you think you’ve got what it takes to be a star?”

Bambi gulped, his eyes darting to the floor. “I-I’ve always wanted to be an actor, Ms. Sasha. I think I h-have what it takes to p-please your audience.”

Sasha chuckled, a dark sound that sent shivers down Bambi’s spine. “Oh, I have no doubt you could please my audience, sweetheart. The question is, can you please me?”

She stood up, slowly circling the trembling twink. “Strip.”

Bambi’s eyes widened, but he obeyed. Quickly he shuffled out of his tightened frayed jeans, his cute pink panties hugging his pert ass. The room was positively electric. Bambi maintained eye contact as he tugged off the shirt, revealing his smooth, hairless torso.

“You’re definitely easy on the eyes, baby,” Sasha moaned, her voice turning into a growl. “Now let’s see what else you’ve got.”

Bambi nodded shyly and hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband of his baby blue boxer-briefs. Slowly, torturously slowly, he peeled them down his milky white thighs, sending his semi-hard cock bouncing free. It sprung up, smacking against his tight little tummy, leaking copious amounts of drool.

“Mmm, so big and heavy,” Sasha purred. “What I wouldn’t give to suckle that cock of yours, darling.”

Sasha leaned in close, her hot breath tickling Bambi’s skin. “Show me what you’ve got, baby. Stroke that beautiful cock for me. I want to see how hard I’ve made you.”

Bambi whimpered softly, but he complied. His soft, small hand wrapped around the thick base of his impressive tool. Slowly at first, tentatively, Bambi began to stroke his around his hard cock, matching the rhythm of his breath. Sasha watched hungrily, transfixed by the way his swollen head bobbed with each pass.

Bambi’s cheeks flushed pink as he worked his length, a thin string of precum connecting the tip to his fingers. His stroking grew bolder, faster with each passing second. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of slapping skin and labored breathing.

“Faster, pet,” Sasha growled, her eyes locked on Bambi’s crotch. “Stroke that fat cock like you mean it. Show me what a dirty little slut you are.”

Bambi moaned, his hand flying over his throbbing shaft. He was panting now, his eyes squeezed shut in bliss. His balls drew up tight against his body as he approached his peak. With a few final, brutal pumps, Bambi let out a high-pitched whine, his cock pulsing as it painted the floors with thick ropes of cum.

“Fuck yes, milk that cock,” Sasha whispered, her voice dripping with lust. “Absolute perfection.”

As Bambi’s orgasm subsided, he collapsed back onto the couch, thoroughly spent. A small puddle of cum pooled on the floor beneath him.

Sasha licked her lips, eyeing the mess longingly. “Beautiful. Simply beautiful, darling. I think we’ve found our next star.”

Bambi looked up at her, his eyes hazy and his face flushed. “So, I’m in? I got the part?”

Sasha smiled wickedly, her eyes flashing. “Oh, you’ve definitely got the part, baby. And your first shoot is tomorrow morning. Be here, ready and willing, at 8am sharp.”

With that, she stood, gathered up her things, and left the room, the click of her heels echoing down the hallway. Bambi slumped against the couch, a broad grin on his face. He had done it. He was a star.

But as he cleaned himself up and pulled on his clothes, a feeling of unease settled in his stomach. He wasn’t sure what he had gotten himself into, but one thing was certain – his life was about to change forever.