by Nicola Haken
Taming Ryder
by Nicola Haken
Taming Ryder
Copyright©2014 Nicola Wall
Photography by Edwin Pabon
Cover Model: Jake Bass
Cover Design by Reese Dante
Edited by Holly Baker
This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and events are created from the author’s imagination, or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to any actual events or people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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*Warning*
This book contains scenes of self-harm which might act as a trigger for people who struggle with this issue. If you are thinking of harming yourself in any way, please talk to someone. There are always people willing to listen. If you can’t talk to a friend or family member, there are professionals who are there to help.
http://www.thesite.org/mental-health/self-harm
Dedicated to Emma Clark – stalker turned best friend – for without her, Ryder would never have been born.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Prologue
~Ivan~
In pure frustration, I threw a hand over my face for what must’ve been the fortieth time today.
“There any more waitin’ outside?” I asked Xander, pinching the bridge of my nose. We’d been holding auditions all morning, and so far all we’d seen was a bunch of wannabes after a quick buck – most of whom, hadn’t even jacked off in front of a mirror let alone a camera. This is why I’d never held open auditions before, but I’d also never needed to bring in new followers as much as I did now either.
“Just one. Ryder Richardson,” Xander told me, running his finger down the list in front of him.
“Well, might as well see him now he’s here.” Really I just wanted to give up and go home, but the kid had been waiting for hours so it was only fair to give him a shot.
Xander got up and strolled slowly towards the door, sighing as he did so. He was clearly as disappointed as I was that today had been a giant waste of our time. When he opened the door, in walked a confident-looking young man with visible tattoos and an attitude you could feel without him even having to speak.
“Ryder?” I asked, studying his body through his clothes. He had a unique style – baggy jeans, ripped shirt, dark hair that was perfectly styled into all different directions and neon-pink sneakers with black skulls painted on the sides.
“Yeah. It’s an honor to meet you.” The kid held his hand out for me to take, offering me a firm shake. I noticed each hand was tattooed with a large rose, one red – one blue, and he had some script that I couldn’t make out along the inside of his fingers. Coupled with the lotus flower and the skull and crossbones tattooed on either side of his neck, I wondered what, if any, art he had hiding beneath his clothes.
“You’re British?” I noted. I liked that. The fans would like that.
“Yeah. That’s not a problem, right?”
“Not at all,” I assured, gesturing my hand for him to take a seat opposite me. “So tell me, Ryder…why do you think you’d make a good Back Door boy?”
“I can’t answer that. I guess that’s up to you to decide. I mean, I’m not big or ripped like a lot of other guys, but I’m confident, adventurous, and I give everything one hundred and ten percent. I also love what I do, but right now, I think my only purpose is to line the director’s pockets. I kinda feel like I should be getting something too.”
“Ah yes, you already work in the industry,” I noted, scanning his application sheet. “How did that come about?”
“I kind of just fell into it. I’ll be honest, I needed the money. A friend of mine had experience in the industry and talked me into it.”
“And is it still about the money?”
“No. Definitely not. I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t a part of it, but really, I just enjoy it. I’m not ashamed of myself sexually and I feel proud that I get to embrace that on screen.”
I turned slightly, offering Xander a knowing nod. He raised his eyebrow, seemingly agreeing with the liking I’d taken to this kid. Xander’s opinion was important, as he was the one who would be doing a full audition scene with him. The kid didn’t know that yet of course. Spontaneously throwing them in at the deep end was a sure fire way to tell if they’re cut out for this business.
“So what made you come here today, kid?”
“Didn’t know if I’d ever get the chance to come back to LA, so I thought ‘why the hell not?’”
“You’re honest,” I said, offering a lopsided smile. “I like that.”
“That’s all you’ll ever get from me,” he shrugged.
“Ok,” I began, liking him more by the second. “Let’s get to the important stuff.” He eyed me up curiously, shifting a little nervously in his seat. “Top, bottom or verse?”
“I guess my favorite is top, but I class myself as verse.”
“Anything you’re not willing to do? We don’t expect anyone here to do anything they’re not completely comfortable with.”
“Umm…”
“What I’m asking is, are you up for using toys, eating ass, group fucks, DP?”
“Oh, sure. Yeah I’m up for all of that.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” He smiled confidently, lifting his leg and resting his ankle on his knee. “It says here your screen name is Kyle Kingston,” I said, referring back to the paper on my lap.
“Yep.”
“How would you feel about losing the ‘ston’? I think Kyle King has more of a ring to it.”
“Sure. No big deal to me.”
“Okay, kid, how’d you feel about auditioning with Xander here?”
“What, now?”
“Right now.”
“Okay. Let’s do it.” He looked nervous for only a second before securing his cocky and confident attitude back in place.
“Great. Xander will show you to one of the dressing rooms. Take a shower, psyche yourself up, and we’ll meet back here in half an hour with some other members of the crew.”
“Thank you, Mr. Long,” he said, offering his hand across the table. “I really appreciate this opportunity.”
“Ivan,” I corrected. “No formalities here.”
After shaking his hand I nodded to Xander, who took Ryder off to clean himself up. Without even seeing him in action, I knew deep in my gut this kid would be part of our team by the end of the day. There was something about him. A confidence, an aura… yet also a sense of darkness hiding behind his eyes that compelled me to keep watching him.
Chapter One
~Ryder~
Ten months later…
“Sure, sweets. I’ll call you later.”
Hanging the phone up on Elle, I smiled. It’d been four months since I last saw her and I was beyond ecstatic that she was flying in soon. Souls of the Knight had just wrapped up their farewell tour and Sawyer and Jake were arriving at their LA condo tonight, with Elle and Kip following in a coup
le of days.
“You almost ready, Ry?” Gio (also known as Paul Pounder) called. We were shooting a scene together today – our first one. I’d been wanting to pair up with him since I started here so I was sure I was in for a great afternoon. He was fucking hot; dark hair, olive skin, toned but not ripped…
That’s what I liked about this studio; we got to choose who we worked with, and if there was no spark, there was no scene.
“Just be a sec!”
I gave my hair one last tease with my fingers and then made my way out towards the set, dressed in my jeans and a polo shirt. When I got there we had a quick recap with Ivan about the scene. Our stuff wasn’t scripted, there was no shitty acting or plumbers turning up to ‘service’ any dodgy boilers. Apart from a quick discussion about possible positions and angles, we were pretty much left to just fuck. It was just us. Real. Honest. Of course we had to exaggerate some things, angle ourselves in a way that exposed what we were doing to the camera. Sometimes that needed pointing out to us, which was cool because you couldn’t always see where your arse was pointing, but overall, it was just two, or more, guys who found each other attractive having a great fucking time.
So like I said, we got a brief outline and today’s was toys and a flip fuck. We were in the back studio today, positioned on a bed made up with white linen sheets in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows set in the dark-grey brick wall, with furniture – wardrobes, nightstands etc. - dotted around the place to make it look authentic. Gio and I settled ourselves on the bed, and when the cameras started rolling we each picked up one of the toys lying on top of the pillows and started talking about them.
“Jesus, this is huge!” I said, laughing as I pulled The Spiral Master out from its box. It was a vibrating butt plug, shaped into a spiral with a small remote attached to the base.
“Well you picked it up so you get the pleasure of taking it,” Gio teased, winking at me. “Whereas this…” he said, holding the fleshjack proudly in the air. “This is all mine.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. I want you to use it on me while I’m riding your dick.”
Smiling, I leaned over and started kissing him. Pushing him back on the bed we kissed fierce and loudly, removing our tops at the same time. When his chest was exposed I licked my way down his firm torso until I reached the zipper on his jeans. Lenny, on camera, moved in closer as I freed Gio’s dick and took him in my hand. Gio raised his arse off the bed while he wiggled out of his pants and I teased his balls with my tongue, licking the seam before drawing circles on the base of his cock.
“Fuck yeah,” he moaned, arching his hips. I kissed my way up to his glistening head and flicked my tongue against the sensitive flesh before taking him straight to the back of my throat. “Ah, yeah. Suck my fucking dick.”
I had to pause mid-suck a couple of times to look at Mark, our photographer, while he took a few shots. Once I was done giving him head, I removed my own jeans and kneeled in front of him so he could suck me too. It all sounds very mechanical and planned, which I guess it was to some extent, but that didn’t stop it from still feeling good most of the time. Inevitably, when you’ve been filming for a few hours things can get a little monotonous and boring, but I can honestly say I’d never not enjoyed having a guy’s mouth around my dick no matter how long I’ve had to go at it for.
“Lie on your back,” Gio instructed me with a playful glint in his eye that told me exactly what was coming. I flopped backwards and he raised my legs, pushing them back towards my body.
“Oh fuck.” Gio’s tongue darted out, spreading broad strokes between my arse cheeks.
“You like that huh, Kyle? You like me eatin’ your ass?”
“Fuck yeah I do.”
He continued to rim me for a little longer before picking up the butt plug, clicking it onto the lowest vibration setting and using the tip to tease around my hole. I moaned loudly, faking it for the most part, because inside I’d tensed a little. Sure I was used to bottoming, but when something that big is hovering around your arse the apprehension starts setting in.
I let my knees fall further apart when I heard Gio flip the lid on the lube. I swallowed hard, biting my lip as I forced a smile. He spread a generous amount onto the Spiral Master before doing the same to my arse, then grinning wickedly for the camera, he pushed the tip just barely inside.
“Fuck yeah,” I groaned, making a conscious effort to relax. Pressing a button on the attached remote, Gio increased the speed, sending intense vibrations rippling through my whole body. Twisting the plug, he worked it further into me, stretching my hole to the point where it began to burn.
“Easy, boy,” I said, smiling through the sting. He withdrew the plug slightly, giving me a look that silently asked if I was okay. I nodded, and from then on he didn’t go as deep. Gio stroked his cock while he fucked me with the plug. Lenny moved in even closer, zooming straight in on my arse. I didn’t make eye contact with the camera however, instead keeping my focus on Gio and what he was doing to me. Believe me, it takes a while to master that. When I first started it was an instinctive reaction to look towards a camera when it was coming right at my face.
The sound of our photographer’s camera clicking as Gio withdrew the plug for the last time distracted me a little and I gave myself a couple of long, slow strokes when I realised my dick was beginning to soften. I told Gio to stand and bend over the bed while I rolled on a condom and smothered my cock with lube. Those parts of the scenes were usually cut so I took a moment to draw in a few deep breaths and stretch my neck from side to side, and Gio concentrated on bringing his hard-on back to life.
Positioning myself between Gio’s legs I gave his cheeks a slap with my hard dick before nudging at his hole. Grabbing onto one of his shoulders for support, I eased myself into him slowly while Lenny crouched down beside us with the camera angled upwards towards the action. By now Mark - our photographer - was in front of us, capturing shots of our expressions.
“Oh hell yeah,” Gio groaned, fisting the sheets in front of him. “Fuck my ass,” he encouraged, practically growling. Removing my hand from his shoulder I grabbed at his hips, giving me the leverage I needed to pound the ever living fuck out of him.
After going at it for a couple of minutes I pulled out and we repositioned. Then the camera stopped rolling while Ivan came to chat with us, telling us what he wanted from the next part of the scene. Overall he was pretty happy with how things were going but asked if we could, in his words, ‘step up the noise’.
I lay on my back with Gio straddling my legs. I was only okay with being on my back because we were surrounded by a room full of people. But it still left me uncomfortable and I tried to avoid it as much as I could during scenes. In private however, it was a straight out no. Reaching behind himself, he guided my dick into his arse and I held onto his hips while he rode me.
“Oh yeah, your arse feels so fucking good,” I grunted, Ivan’s request fresh in my mind. Gio was a sexy motherfucker and he looked incredible bouncing up and down on my cock while stroking himself off at the same time. Reaching beside me I grabbed the lube, squeezing it onto my palm before smoothing it over Gio’s dick. Taking the fleshjack, I hovered it over his tip before lowering it all the way down.
“Holy fuck,” Gio ground out, riding me even faster. I jacked him off until I felt my balls begin to tighten from the feel of my dick in that tight arse of his, then I quickly removed it, knowing we needed to flip right now or the opportunity would be lost.
He climbed off me and hooked his arms under my knees, raising my legs. Hooking them over his shoulders I ripped off the condom while he rolled one on himself, then I started pumping my dick into my fist at the same time he entered me. He started off slowly, easing in and out of me and moaning into the air. Lenny’s hand came into view, waving to the left and wordlessly asking us to shift slightly. So, tucking his hands under my arse, Gio moved us a little, gaining us a thumbs up from Lenny.
“You feel so good in my
arse,” I grated, tightening my legs around his neck. “So fucking good.” Personally, even though I’m British, I think ass sounds… I don’t know… sexier on screen, but Ivan had a thing for my accent and asked if I minded sticking to the word arse when I shot my first scene. “Shit, Paul. Fucking fuck me.”
Knowing it was time to start closing the scene, I gripped my fingers tighter around my dick and started jerking myself off with only one goal in mind.
“Ah shit… I’m gonna… come,” I rasped through gritted teeth, yanking my hand roughly up and down my cock. It only took a few more seconds before I exploded, shooting jets of hot cum all over my chest and under my chin.
Gio pulled out of me, immediately discarding his condom and tugging at his dick which was pointing towards my arse hole. Even though I’d already come, I continued stroking my cock up and down, for effect mainly, milking every last drop of cum from myself.
“Oh yeah,” Gio moaned. “Yes, yes, oooooh fuck yes!” In that moment I reached out and cupped his tight balls as he shot his load all over my arse, panting heavily. I smiled up at him and he leaned down over me, lapping up droplets of my cum as he made his way up to my mouth to kiss me. Then, after a thumbs up from Lenny, we high-fived each other and got up from the bed to clean ourselves up.
“Hey, Ry?” Ivan called as I was making my way to the dressing rooms, completely naked and smelling like sweat and spunk.
“What’s up?”
“I want you to head up the auditions with me tomorrow. You good with that?”
“Um, sure,” I agreed, feeling a little proud of myself. The fact Ivan wanted my opinion was quite an honour, not to mention the fact I would get a say in who succeeded in getting a shot at an audition scene. “I’d love to. What time?”
“Four. Be here an hour or so before so we can go through the list.”
