Little dog in: The Casting I

You stand before a portal in Vallecas. The address you received on Twitter was for an old building, without an automatic doorman. You climb three flights of stairs that smell of humidity and fried food. You ring the bell.

A guy about 35 years old, shaved, with a goatee, and a tight-fitting T-shirt showing off his chest, opens the door. "Are you the one from the casting?" he asks, looking you up and down. "Come in, come in."

You enter and see a small living room with two cameras mounted on tripods, a black synthetic leather sofa in the center, and cheap spotlights pointing at it. It smells of tobacco and stale sweat. There are three other guys sitting in folding chairs against the wall, all between 25 and 40 years old. They look at you as if you were a piece of meat.

"Okay, kid, sit down on the sofa," the guy who opened the door says. His name is Raúl, and he claims to be the 'producer'. "We're going to ask you some questions first, okay? Relax."

You sit down. The cameras are on, the red lights blinking. Raúl stands in front of you with a crumpled paper.

"Tell me your name, age, where you're from."

You answer. He continues: "Are you active, passive, versatile?" When you respond that you're passive, the other three guys laugh among themselves. One of them, a muscular dark-haired man with arms full of tattoos, touches his cock over his sweatpants.

"Perfect. Do you like it without a condom?" Raúl asks.

You nod.

"Have you done threesomes? Orgies?"

You nod again.

"Great. Now comes the important part of the casting." Raúl puts down the paper. "Take off your shirt."

You do. The cameras keep recording.

"And your pants."

You're left in your underwear, feeling a bit uncomfortable but still thinking it's normal for a porn casting.

"Everything, puppy. We want to see you whole."

You pull down your underwear. Your cock hangs flaccid. The four guys stare at you fixedly. The dark-haired man gets up and unzips his sweatpants. He pulls out a huge cock, already half-erect, and starts touching himself in front of you.

"Wait... isn't there a contract to sign?" you ask nervously.

Raúl laughs. "The contract comes later, dude. First, we have to see if you're worth it. Get on your knees."

Your heart starts beating faster. Something doesn't feel right, but you're naked, there are cameras recording, and four guys are surrounding you. The dark-haired man gets closer, his fully erect cock pointing at your face.

"Come on, open your mouth," he orders.

The other two guys get up as well. One is a bald man with a beer belly, in his fifties. The other is a young guy of 23 with a Nike cap and sweatshirt. Both start pulling out their cocks.

Raúl stays behind the cameras, adjusting the focus. "Relax, kid, this is just to see how you suck. It's part of the casting."

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