Boys Only 5: "Fresh Talent" Preview (Patreon)

The title says it all in this preview and the whole chapter: Ben and Phillip need a little more help around their new studio, and Kodi is signed up to give them just what they need!

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“Food’s settled, tummy feels great, and I’m ready to go,” Ben chimed in first, grinning at the timid, tiny cervine. “Good thing, too…I might have made a meal out of you, otherwise.”

Kodi tried not to gulp, but he couldn’t help the nervous lump that traveled down his throat.

“He’s kidding; such a damned goofball,” Phillip gave his husband a quick nudge. “Unless you’re into that kinda thing, and…well, you’re not quite a meal, as far as I can see. You’re more like a snack…but you area snack.”

The pair were every bit as polite as they were assertive: in that way, they could be slightly off-putting, but once someone warmed up to their aggressively inviting nature, the bigger problem was getting someone to leave when a talent scouting session came to an end.

Plenty of people stayed the night and ended up keeping Ben and Phillip up until the wee hours of the morning, but they weren’t looking for endurance, alone.

Lucian could already tell that they were interested in keeping the deer around for a little while; he knew how to pick raw talent, but how that talent would perform under canine pressure would reveal if he had what it took to join the steadily growing roster of actors at Spotted Studios.

“Guess I’ve been c-called that a few times before,” Kodi fought back acting too timid, but at that point, it wasn’t an act: he was genuinely caught off guard by how friendly and approachable the stars of the studio were. “I’d say it was always right before I was consumed, but usually, people just take a nibble here or there.”

Ben and Phillip shared a grin, and as the latter made his way through out of the kitchen to prepare the studio, the former stood from his seat at the long, wide dining table and turned his full attention to the deer.

“Here…or there?” he asked, letting the intent behind those words dangle on Kodi’s ears until they flickered with confusion.

Is he talking about taking me on the table, or in the other room? He wondered.

Instead of a word, he felt the most delicate nibble on the side of his neck. “Here…?” Ben whispered, the sound muffled slightly by the tufts of fur that matted under his lips. “Or there…?”

Kodi shivered in place, his paws gripping the back of the canine’s skull and holding it tight as his affectionate nibbles traveled up toward the base of a smooth, tufted ear.

Holy shit, he’s good…he’s really good…don’t get hard, don’t get hard…

Panicked thoughts couldn’t reach the body in time to keep a small, but entirely noticeable tent from poking at the front of the tight, black skirt.

Ben noticed it from the corner of his eye, but before he had a chance to exploit it, his husband gave a shout from the other room.

“Unless you feel like cleaning the floors in there again, I’d suggest you continue things here, instead of there,” Phillip warned him.

Large as the kitchen was, and clean as the wooden floors were, Phillip was a bit of a stickler for unnecessary messes; he didn’t mind helping with the clean up when he was allowed to be a part of the fun, but his warning was stern enough to keep Ben from taking hold of what he was after.

“…My hubby does have a point…we just cleaned up in here,” Ben admitted. The German Shepherd stood upright, revealing himself as the tallest man in the house, and once more, Kodi was nearly face to face with an eager cock…but this time, it was just the warmth of the sheath that intoxicated him.

The scent that came along with it was impressively subtle, but Kodi couldn’t ignore the wisps of the same as they tickled his nostrils; an ethereal collar of pheromones gripped the cervine and tugged him along as Ben stepped into the testing room.

Lucian followed behind and watched as Kodi followed them with a somewhat mindless gait. There was no doubt that he was overwhelmed by being baptized so rapidly into the world of adult films, but he was doing his best to look and act like he’d been there before.

It was good that he didn’t say that he had been: Ben and Phillip had a testing room unlike any other, and the low, soothing lights overhead were turned down and shaded with a soft aura of blue to keep the atmosphere calm and relaxing.

“Not that we’ve got any neighbors close enough to hear you, but this room is soundproofed like you wouldn’t believe: you can scream at the top of your lungs, if that’s your jam,” Phillip offered.

The dalmatian was impressively stark against the brighter walls of the room: his black and white body seemed to jump from the blue shadow that wrapped around him.

“And if that’s not your jam,” he continued, “Just do your thing. We’re not here to force you to do anything…we just want to know how well you can gel with us.”

He was sincere: Kodi could tell that this was a no pressure situation, at least, as much as it could be.

They had the leisure to approach the act like any other casual romp, but Kodi knew that his performance wasn’t going to be as simple as enjoying himself, even if he was planning to.

“How did you guys want to get started, then?” Kodi asked, watching Lucian close the door behind him and take a seat in the corner.