He had a memory of Nate asking about Scott’s college class for once—something that had made Scott happy. Then Nate had him study in a jockstrap and harness on the couch, only to be interrupted by men who’d grabbed the textbook, lubed him up, and put his legs in the air.
Then there was f****d by the Fans 2: Filled to Capacity. Scott was at a clinic, again naked, waiting for a doctor to give him an exam. To his surprise, four men in lab coats entered the room, then entered him.
Where had the camera been? Scott wondered as he watched. Cameras, plural, he realized. They had more than one angle. The tops often filmed themselves inside Scott with their phones, but this footage wasn’t handheld.
Gosh, people always thought I was such a good actor when it seemed like I couldn’t believe I was get
