Intergalactic Porn Star Pt. 05

**Author's note:

In this episode, Ash is given an ultimatum. Hand over control of his orgasms completely to Ryan, or lose a large chunk of his income. **

The next morning, we were woken early by a staffer.

The staffer marched us into Harvey's office and ordered us to sit. We waited as Harvey made himself a coffee and took it back to his desk, where he settled back in his seat with a sigh.

Ash sat there in confusion for a few seconds, then threw his head back and let out a strangled moan.

"Yes, oh fuck," said Harvey.

Harvey raised a hand. "No, Ashley, not this time."

Harvey gave him a hard look, and Ash shut his mouth.

"Ashley here's lost his OD bonus."

"Edit it," Ash said, sullenly.

That was good, wasn't it?

Ash slumped down in his chair. "How much did I lose?"

Ash closed his eyes for a moment. "How many sponsors did I lose?"

"Well, the good news is, you didn't lose any sponsors. You gained another seventy."

Harvey chuckled. "The bad news is, now you have to start again."

He was back to looking as miserable as he had in his cell the night before.

Ash straightened up. "What?"

"Tell me!"

"Just tell him," I said, irritated.

Ash looked at me nervously. He looked back at Harvey.

Harvey's smile widened. I could see him counting dollar signs in his head.

Ash cringed. I could see this was something he truly dreaded.

"No, I didn't think you'd agree to that. You never have before. Have a think about it and let me know. If you fancy earning your losses back."

"Righto, boys, we're having a gathering this morning before breakfast. Best get a move on."

The main auditorium was packed out when we arrived, and we squeezed into the middle of the crowd, curious to see what was going on.

One of the staffers shut the doors, and a moment later Harvey walked out to the centre of the stage. The murmurs died down as he gazed out at the crowd.

Seemed unlikely, but alright.

"In response, what you see here is a line of sanctioned clothing that you can purchase from our newly opened commissary, that you may wear in your downtime."

"We know that some of you miss the comforts of home, and that campus life can be very intense, when you're working as hard as you boys do."

"Those of you on DT contracts have the option to purchase our new t-shirt and jeans—" he waved a hand towards the staffers. "And our precious wild boys will have access to the tanks and briefs you see here."

"In addition to the clothing, we're adding other luxury items that you can purchase with your bonuses."

The image behind Harvey flickered and changed to show a dozen squares, each containing the new 'luxury' items we could purchase with our bonuses.

Ash let out a gasp. "Look, look!" He grabbed my arm. "Scentcans!" He looked up at me, his face lit up with excitement.

"But... the smell of home," he said, resting his head against my shoulder, while he gazed up longingly at the screen.

"Now," said Harvey, his voice through the mic booming over the swell of noise from the crowd, "we'll base stock on the number of orders we get each month, so after your shifts, make sure you check out the commissary." He raised his fist in the air. "Right boys, let's go out there and breed for bread!"

As the doors opened and the models started to file out, there was a moment when Harvey's gaze came to rest on Ash. It was hard to tell if he'd heard his cry, but as Ash turned towards the doors, Harvey's eyes met mine. He wasn't happy.

Ash was buzzing with excitement as we headed back to Fuck Palace to shower and get ready for our shifts.

"You're seriously going to spend your bonus credits on a can of air freshener?"

"Like, for the toilet? We're talking about the same thing here?"

He finished rinsing off, then towelled himself dry in front of the mirrors that ran the length of the shower block, then paused to examine the marks I'd given him the night before.

I wrapped my towel around my waist and took a look at the bites and bruises on his chest and shoulders.

He smoothed his hand over the indentations. "Ten minutes of nanite treatment before my shift starts. They'll put me in the tank today since I have so many of them. Feel this."

"Hey, Ash, Harvey's looking for you!" I didn't recognise the blonde who skidded into the showers and tossed his towel over the dividing wall.

The blonde ran water through his hair. "Twenty to shift-start, no time for breakfast."

"What are you going to tell Harvey?" I asked.

"That this belongs to you."

I finished drying off, then headed to Greaves for my next lesson.

"Ryan," Greaves greeted me. "We're going to start something different today."

"Many of the skills we've worked on so far have been generalised, but since you're now paired with Ashley, much of your work together will be decided by his sponsors. And, eventually yours, if you gain enough traction."

"As you know, we don't allow performers free access to the L-Net here on campus. However, we do grant limited access to things such as your contracts, your sponsor information, your finances, and other key information."

"Take a look at the keysquare titled 'Sponsors' please, Ryan."

"This is Ashley's goal feed. As of this morning, Ash no longer has access to this. All the data from it will be piped to you instead. You'll be able to see the goals his sponsors have suggested and are currently voting on, the price tag attached to each, and a summary of his earnings to date."

Greaves swiped me another document. It was all there. A list of the things Ash had handed over to me, with his signature at the bottom.

"What you're seeing in these three feeds are goals Ash has moved into his 'current' list, meaning he's considering them, goals he's discarded as things he flatly refuses to do, and fresh suggestions made by sponsors that don't have sufficient votes at this time to be worth moving into the top ten. Once you choose a goal for him, or several if you like, select them to lock them in. From that moment, those goals will become active, and he'll receive any income attached to them once he achieves them."

"Why do his fans want to see him tortured?" I asked.

It still sounded as if they just wanted to torture him to me.

The message was clear. Denying his sponsors would only deny Ash what he needed, physically and financially. So—why put his fate in the hands of someone who was squeamish about seeing him hurt?

"Imagine he were back on Earth right now. How long do you think it would be before he put himself in the hands of a predator? Someone who'd lock him away and play with his mind until he was utterly dependant on them?"

"You'll do what's best for him, I know you will. Oh, and I forgot to mention, do you see the red tab at the side of the screen?"

"That's your cut."

I waved a hand to open it, and watched the numbers fluctuate as different items reached the top of the bidding list.

"I can't—"

Fuck.

And then a private message came through that made my junk twitch.

It was signed 'y6sadwuq'; which, as far as I could tell, was just a bunch of random characters. When I checked, they had no post history.

"Yep."

I shut down the tabs, but I couldn't get the message out of my head. Fuck Sam.

*

The training room had a bed with a white sheet stretched over the mattress, and anchor points at all four corners. In addition, there were strops hanging from the ceiling with cuffs attached, and a basic cross at the head of the bed which had anchor points. I had a feeling it was going to be a long day for my training partner.

I gave him a look of confusion, and Greaves pointed to a chart on the training room wall that listed the skill levels the weebs were expected to work towards. Level five was 'prolonged restraint', which was represented by an 'x', and level six was 'chastity/orgasm denial', which was represented by an 'o' with a slash through it.

"Now, before we start, I'd like you two to get acquainted. I'll give you a few minutes and then come back and check on you."

Greaves left, and Henri sat on the bed. "Do you want to...?" He looked down at his thickening erection. "I'm really nervous. It'd help to have a distraction."

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"Come on, Harvey's only got fifteen, and then we've got a general assembly."

"Boys, boys, boys," he said. "Ashley. Any idea why we're here?"

"Oh, fuck."

"But you can edit it out, you don't have to—"

"Motherfu—"

"What's going on?" I asked Harvey.

Oh fuck. He'd been on orgasm denial. I'd completely forgotten. We'd gotten away with the fuck in the garden, but apparently him spraying me with cum last night hadn't gone unnoticed.

"Not," Harvey said, "After yesterday's little performance." He turned his gaze to me. "After you took matters into your own hands in the food hall, Ash's watch ratings went through the roof. You'll be pleased to know you've picked up ninety-three sponsors yourself."

"But the sponsors demanded the money shot," Harvey went on. "Watch numbers peaked at over nine million users accessing the hopstream of you two 'making up'. We couldn't deny them. However, perhaps you should have denied Ashley."

"If you'd made it to two months, two hundred thousand credits, with an IGPN top-up of an additional thirty-thousand."

Harvey lifted his cup to his lips and took a sip coffee.

Ash sighed. "And the bad news?"

Ash shook his head. "Fuck my life."

"Oooor," said Harvey, dragging the word out, clearly enjoying lording this over Ash, "There is one other option on the board that's gaining traction."

"You won't like it."

"Settle down."

Harvey smirked. "At the top of option leader board is a scenario where you let Ryan choose when you're next allowed release. If you agree, he'll be given the bid information on duration instead of you from that point forwards and will then be in charge of dictating when and how you get to... 'blow your load', as you boys like to say."

"What else?" he asked. "There's always another option. The one no one ever takes. What's that one?"

"You allow yourself to be caged."

He shook his head. "No way. Anything but that."

Harvey slapped his hands against his desk.

*

On stage, the main staff stood side by side in a line. They were all wearing tight black t-shirts printed with the purple IGPN logo, and skin-tight black jeans. There were also a couple of weebs up there dressed in black singlets and briefs, also bearing the IGPN logo.

"Good morning, everyone," he said, gesturing with an air of theatre. I was guessing this was a live feed. "The reason we're here today is because you spoke, and we listened."

"You told us you sometimes feel as if you don't have anything of your own. That you struggle to separate work from your private lives.

Had he said, 'purchase'?

He smiled benevolently at us.

He gave one of the weebs a sharp glance, and the kid turned in a circle, showing off the IGPN logo emblazoned across his ass.

Luxury items. Like... clothes? That kind of luxury? What next, I wondered—IGPN brand cum-flavoured noodles?

"Now, as you boys know, it costs a lot to import goods through the hopgates from Earth. However, we've sourced a limited stock of popular Earth brand-named products, chosen just for you boys, and packaged specially for us here at this campus. In addition to being able to purchase these products we will also allow a limited number of you to purchase travel passes to Luyton's tourist centre each month."

"Air fresheners?" I said, looking at the picture dubiously. It was air freshener packaged into a can a quarter of the usual size, for no doubt ten times the usual price. "But this place has the cleanest recycled air I've ever breathed."

Christ, Harvey certainly knew his audience. I could see by the excitement on the faces around me that what seemed like basic-bitch crap to me, were treasures to half the guys here.

I hadn't heard that phrase before, but figured it meant 'fuck for cash'. It seemed this was some kind of battle cry, as a happy roar went up from the crowd, while beside me Ash raised his fist and shouted into the noise, "FUCK IGPN!" with a crazed smile on his face.

*

"I wonder if they'll have Ocean Breeze?" he asked, as we started washing up.

"Yeah." He tossed me the soap, then spread shampoo through his hair. "The one my mom used to buy."

He grinned, foam and water running down his face. "Yeah."

"Wow, these bites are deep." He sounded extremely proud of the fact.

"How long will these take to heal?"

He grabbed my hand and rested it against his shoulder. Christ, the dents penetrated all the way into the muscle. He glanced sideways at me, a little smile on his face.

"Fuck, I'm going to miss breakfast," said Ash.

"I'd better go," said Ash.

He ran a finger across his bite wounds and met my gaze in the mirror as he put a hand to his genitals.

He tossed his towel into the basket by the door and left, leaving me confused. When the hell had he decided that?

*

I looked past him and saw a nervous-looking model waiting in the training room.

"Okay." No pressure, then.

He waved a hand in the air, and a red square appeared in front of my eyes. I swiped at the air to activate it, and a bunch of squares appeared in mid-air. I saw that, in addition to the things he'd reeled off, there was also a bright purple square labelled 'Merch'.

I swiped the air, and a bunch of graphs and stats appeared.

"He agreed to that?"

I closed it out and went back to the graphics. The goal list was divided into three panels: Current Goals, Discarded Goals and Suggested Goals. The Current Goals list flickered as I watched, and the item at the top dropped a couple of slots.

The top ten all looked as if they had the potential to be big earners. Some were crazy—like denying Ash an orgasm during punishment week, or hanging him from his wrists and leaving him suspended in bondage overnight. One that made me wince was 'double-penetration'. They weren't things that I could agree to on his behalf, even though I suspected he'd have agreed to all of them if it were up to him. After all, that was why Harvey had suggested I be put in charge of this shit in the first place.

"They don't. They want to see his face contort in an agony of helplessness, they want to see him powerless and consumed with need. They love his tears, the way he becomes so vulnerable when he's overwhelmed. They want to imagine he's in their possession, at their mercy. This is the only way they can own him, Ryan."

Harvey put an arm around my shoulders. "Last night you sank your teeth into the boy because you knew he needed the pain in order to let go of the things that troubled him. These suggestions may seem extreme to you, but you know very well the pleasure they give him. And the income they'll earn him."

Harvey's fingers stroked against my shoulder, his touch gentle. Sensitive as my skin was these days, I leaned into it, enjoying it.

Begrudgingly, I had to admit he was probably right.

Now that he mentioned it, I did.

"My... cut?"

"Twenty percent of his bonus earnings will be channelled to you as his handler."

"It's not taken from his end, it's taken from ours. IGPN's prepared to lose some of the profit on his bonuses to keep him with us a while longer. As I say, Ryan, this arrangement will benefit us all."

The numbers were extreme. I could see my own sponsor count below Ash's, and the goals were already starting to populate. There were multiple discussion threads running, all of them going into exacting detail about the things my new sponsors wanted me to do to Ash. It seemed all of my sponsors; or, at least the vocal ones, were obsessed with Ash, and saw me as a tool to get what they wanted from him.

"Fuck Sam, and I'll pledge ten thousand credits."

"All make sense?" Harvey asked.

"Good. It's time to get to work."

Fuck Sam.

OD training. Boy was I glad I was on the giving end. The guy I was working with was a few years younger than me and looked younger still, like most of the weebs, but this one was still in training, and hadn't been assigned a scene partner yet.

"Young Henri here wants to get his exes and ohs," Greaves informed me, by way of introduction.

It seemed Henri had already achieved level four, which meant he could perform on camera for most basic BDSM scenes, but he was keen to hit the higher levels where he could get the attention of a few wealthy sponsors... and earn some cold hard bonus cash.

This was new. In our other training sessions, Greaves had presented me with a trussed-up sub and had gotten straight into demonstrating the tools.