Delta Phi Inc - Part 16

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"That looks about right" Wyatt said, sliding the envelope back across the kitchen island, "you'll make more next month, it's going to be a busy few weeks".

I gawped at him. I'd done the math already, and even taking out platform and payment fees, the website was making obscene amounts of cash, and things didn't add up.

"Wyatt, this can't be right" I pressed, eager not to sound too aggressive, "I was told that I'd make a lot of money, and honestly, this isn't even what I was making on the pizza run"

"Well go back to the pizza run then!" He snapped, and my eyes widened. "Sorry" he added quickly, rubbing his head, "I'm just a bit stressed right now, alright Hunter? I can give you another grand, but if you want to make the big bucks, you've gotta start getting involved in the shoots more. It's not equal pay here, it's fair pay, and when you do your fair share, you'll make your fair share".

I suppose I couldn't argue with his logic, but something still didn't sit right with me. Sure, there were others who had been in more shoots than I had, but not many. If I was only making a thousand dollars, then what were the guys who weren't as active as me making? And where was all the rest of the money going? I decided to park my suspicions for the time being. If Wyatt wanted me to be more active, then so be it.

"And action!"

"Pull down your pants, new boy" Carter smirked, shoving me in the shoulder as Brandon stood behind me and grabbed me in a Full Nelson.

"Do it yourself" I spat back, "I know you've been wanting to".

My shorts and underwear came down, and the camera caught it all. Brandon pulled me up, exposing me completely and Carter wrapped his hand around my cock and balls.

"I think we should upgrade the new boy" he grinned to Brandon, who had his hands clasped behind my neck, keeping my arms locked in place. "The house pet".

I stiffened in his hand as he squeezed and massaged my rod. "What do you think about that, dog?"

I wasn't exactly excited about the change in script. Being the new boy had proven quite popular with the fans, but being a dog, I was unsure of. Regardless, Wyatt wanted the footage, and I wasn't about to quit now.

Brandon lowered me to my knees, but kept me in place, and Carter fixed a collar around my neck. I wasn't much of a kinky person, so having an actual dog collar on was mildly humiliating as the camera continued to roll.

The scene hadn't cut once. It was unusual to have it run this long, especially considering the tempo was considerably higher than normal, but we continued.

"Bark for me, dog" Carter ordered, slapping my face a little harder than I would have liked.

I winced, and glared at him, and truthfully, he looked as uncomfortable as I did.

"He said bark!" Brandon spat, jerking me upwards.

"Alright, can we cut for a second?!" I snapped, and Wyatt rolled his eyes behind the camera.

"Cut" he called, less than enthused. "What is it, Hunter?"

Both Brandon and Carter glanced over at him, and he shrugged.

"What?"

"Uh, this is a bit different to what we usually do" Carter said, "I mean 'bark for me, dog?'"

Wyatt looked almost angry. He put the camera down and marched onto the set.

"Do you want to make money?" He asked, "is that what you're here for?"

All three of us nodded, and he said "well then! I'm the one who looks at stats. I'm the one who watches the trends. I know what people want, and if I say people want to see him being treated like a dog, then that's what makes the fucking money, okay?"

We all stared at him blankly. His face was red and his eyes were narrow, and he turned on his heel and grabbed the camera again. "Now, can we please get on with this?"

I wasn't sure what had happened to him, but whatever it was, he'd changed. He called action a moment later, and although we were all uncomfortable, the scene resumed.

"Uh... Bark for me, dog" Carter said, unconvincingly, and it looked like the words physically hurt him to say.

Brandon's grip loosened, but he still held me, and I could almost feel his reluctance. I was reluctant, too, but if Wyatt was right, and this is what people wanted to see, then what choice did I have if I wanted a pay cheque?

I barked, and nobody, least of all me, found it remotely entertaining. Nobody except Wyatt, anyway.

"Can I check my lines?" Carter asked, and Wyatt growled angrily and waved him away.

"Blake!" He roared, and the muscular hunk appeared a moment later, "you know the lines, will you please take over?"

Blake shrugged his broad shoulders and stepped into the frame, and when Carter returned, he was told to sit down. There was something strange going on here, and I was beginning to find it very uncomfortable to be apart of.

"Bark for me, dog!" He snapped, slapping me across the face, and I barked almost mechanically, "now bark while you're sucking my cock, bitch".

He grabbed my two ears and dragged my head forward. Brandon walked with me to avoid hurting me, but the pain was already burning through my head as my mouth filled with Blake's thick cock.

"I said bark!" He ordered, slapping me again.

I mumbled a bark as he choked me, and Wyatt took a close up of my teary eyes as he grinned behind the camera. What the fuck was this all about?

"Uh... I'm not kicking him in the balls" Brandon said, and once again Wyatt growled.

"Alright, get out of the scene" he told Brandon, "ETHAN!"

I caught my breath as he waited for Ethan to arrive, and finally shook my head and got to my feet.

"None of this is in my script!" I said, cringing at the idea of being kicked in the balls, "why not?"

"Why does it matter?" He asked coldly, "you want money, right? That's what you're here for, so just shut up and get on with it".

Brandon turned on his heel, and even Carter stood up.

"What the fucks gotten into you?" Brandon asked, "I mean, look at this shit". He threw the script onto the floor next to me, and I picked it up.

"Punches, kicks, piss? That's not the stuff we do. That's not what people expect us to do. Come on, man".

I gawped at the sheet in my hand. Keep going until we get real tears.

"Are you the director, Brandon?" Wyatt hissed, stepping toward the much larger, much wider young man whose eyes widened. "Is that what you want? You wanna run this show yourself?"

"You need to calm down" Carter said, sticking his arm out to separate them.

"You need to mind your own business!" Wyatt spat back, "if you think you can run something like this, then go and make your own fucking website!"

Nobody spoke for a moment, but I slowly pulled the dog collar off my neck and hid my flaccid dick behind my hands.

Brandon's fists clenched, and his jaw did, too. There were very few people in the world that I'd want to get a punch off less than Brandon, but Wyatt seemed unbothered.

"Oh yeah?" Brandon asked, his face burning with anger, "you want us out?"

Wyatt shrugged, "you lot are the ones making this difficult. What's wrong, you don't wanna hurt princess over here?"

"Hey, fuck you man" I growled, but nobody acknowledged me.

"I told you this would happen, Brandon" he continued, "bringing fucking strays back like this was never going to end well".

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He snapped, "we've made an extra ten grand since he came on board!"

My eyes widened, Carter's did too, and Wyatt glanced anxiously at the pair of us.

"Before fees!" He said quickly.

"Fees are three grand!" I shouted, "you paid me one!"

Brandon's eyes nearly bulged from his head as he stared at me, then back to Wyatt.

"You gave him one thousand dollars?" He asked, shocked.

"That was his cut" Wyatt mumbled, "now if you're done, you three can leave and we'll continue with the shoot".

"I got one, too" Carter said, and now he looked as angry as Brandon. "How many of the others got one grand, Wyatt?"

The young camera man looked increasingly uncomfortable as he stood between us, until Blake backed him up.

"I got ten" he said smugly, but evidently that wasn't what Wyatt wanted to hear.

"Yeah, I got ten" Ethan said, strolling in with an apple, "maybe you guys just need to work harder".

"Work harder?!" Brandon hissed, "each of them have done more scenes than you two put together!"

Jake appeared in the doorway looking as fine as ever, but nobody focused on his hotness in that moment.

"What's going on here?" He asked, and Brandon replied.

"We've been getting fucked over, that's what's going on" he growled, glaring at Wyatt.

What unfolded next was something of a frat boy Jerry Springer show. Shouts and insults blasted from one group to the next, and I stood in the middle of it, my head turning from right to left, until finally it was over.

"We will make our own one!" Brandon bellowed, and everyone went silent, "because I ain't staying here and getting fucked by a cameraman".

He turned and pulled on his t-shirt, and Carter and Jake followed.

"You coming, Hunter?" He asked, and I sure as hell wasn't about to stay with the guys who wanted to beat the shit out of me with a dog collar on.

"Good luck" Wyatt scoffed, "no equipment, no set. You'll be crawling back in a week when you can't afford to eat!"

Brandon lifted his middle finger over his head and the four of us left the frat house. We walked in silence for a moment, none of us particularly sure what to do next, until finally Brandon stopped and turned around.

"I guess it's just us four now" he said, studying us, "but I reckon we've got the best of the bunch".

"It's not enough though, is it?" Carter sighed, "how can we compete against them with four people? We need at least one camera man, so that makes three!"

We considered it for a moment before I smiled to myself.

"I know someone".