As much as he tries to prepare, Wooyoung could never truly be ready for what happens as soon as he steps out of his dressing room.

He has the gym bag slung crosswise over his shoulder and out of instinct he looks ahead to the set to start figuring out where the cameras are.

But he wasn't expecting to see a camera a lot closer then normal.

Nor was he prepared for the hand that slaps over his mouth.

Wooyoung's eyes grow wide and he screams out of instinct while trying to get away. His heart is racing, pounding, thundering in his ears.

He tries to bring his elbow back into whoever grabbed him, but he gets distracted by his strap slipping down his shoulder and then suddenly tightening around his arms to pin them to his side.

Someone had twisted his bag until the strap bites his skin and Wooyoung whimpers in pain.

He knows by now what's going on... This fits in with the empty script and Hongjoong wanting genuine emotions...

It's just his luck that he was given what will probably be the softest scene for the day first.

If anything, Wooyoung should have been suspicious of it, but that damn smoke clouds his mind so easily.

Knowing what's wanted of him now, Wooyoung throws his all into screaming and struggling. The more dramatic, the more the clients love it.

"You're not going anywhere, Angel." The hand over his mouth tightens to the point where it begins to hurt.

Wooyoung whimpers and tries to pull away, but he's yanked into someone's chest and the hand shifts just enough to cover his nose as well.

"We've seen you working out." The man holding his bag says, yanking on it so the strap digs into his skin some more. "You think you're so high and mighty. Well you're not." The man spits and Wooyoung barely gets his eyes closed in time. "You're not better than the rest of us, and we've decided it's time to put you in your place."

"Fuckin pretty boy thinks 'e knows ev'ryting."

"He won't after today." A third, deeper voice joins the mix and Wooyoung whines as he's dragged across the room.

For one second, his eyes flick to where Hongjoong's chair is always located.

Red eyes and a wicked, wide smile greet him and Wooyoung knows he's lost before he even tries to fight.

Suddenly he's released at the same times he's yanked forward by his bag. He cries out in surprise and tries to put his arms out to catch himself, but the strap prevents him from doing that and he falls to the hard floor and slides a few inches.

"P-Please..." Wooyoung looks up at the three men with pleading eyes. "I-I'm sorry if I d-did anything to offend you..." He tries to get up on his knees while twisting his arms a little.

"Who said you can get up?" The first man growls, then kicks Wooyoung in the side to force him back down.

The scream Wooyoung lets out can't be faked...

So it's going to be one of those videos.

Wooyoung swallows and takes a deep breath even as he keeps his face twisted into a perfect mask of terror.

"Time to teach you who's boss." The third man says as he crouches down and grabs for top of Wooyoung's sweats.

"No! Don't touch me!" Wooyoung yells and kicks at him as hard as he can.

"Feisty one! I like 'im."

The third man easily catches his leg and forces it to the ground at an awkward angle, making Wooyoung cry out again.

Tears prick the corners of his eye and he starts to struggle more, hoping to free his arms.

Not that there's any real reason to do so other than staying in character.

In a matter of minutes, his clothes have been literally ripped from his body. His shirt is stretched and then used to tie his arms behind his back after he's forced onto his stomach.

"Please! Don't do this!" Wooyoung sobs, still squirming pathetically on the floor.

A harsh slap to his ass silences his words but makes him scream.

"Give me that." One of the men says.

Wooyoung barely gets a chance to think before a belt is looped around his neck and pulled so tight he chokes while being pulled up onto his knees by only the belt.

"Look at 'ow pretty 'e is."

A hand grabs his hair and yanks his head back right as a wave of dizziness from lack of oxygen hits him.

Then he's slapped again with so much force he starts to fall. Except whoever is holding the belt keeps him upright and his airways are restricted even more.

At least he's mastered the art of coverup...

And now it's at the point of the video where he can check out just a little bit. His mouth will probably be filled for most of it going forward, so as long as he moans nice and loud, cries, and begs occasionally, he can let the men push and pull him all they want.

His theory comes true only a few minutes later when he's pushed onto some kind of padded bench that sticks to his skin.

They put in a show of yanking his head back with the belt, making him gag again but also putting him at the perfect height for the first cock to press into his mouth.

He takes one deep breath through his nose and relaxes his throat the best he can.

Thankfully the men use lube to help work him open, and plenty of it because Wooyoung can guess where this is going since there are three of them.

His arms ache from being behind his back for so long, his throat hurts on both the inside and outside, and before long he's being split open by one dick and railed viciously on top of the bench.

He knows the men keep saying things to taunt him. The insults are always cheesy and weak, but they make his job so easy.

Whimper here.

Whine there.

Scream with his mouth his wrapped around a cock.

Arch his back.

Let them yank him around.

The double penetration is what really gets a scream out of him though. The stretch is almost unbearable and he digs his nails into his own arms as an attempt to ground himself.

By the time the scene is done, he's had three orgasms forced out of him and his entire body aches.

The actors are nice and untie him. One even rubs his shoulders for a few minutes and thanks him for giving him a chance.

Wooyoung doesn't have the heart to tell him that none of this is up to him, so he puts on his most charming smile and leans back against the man. "Of course, Hotstuff. You're welcome here any time," he purrs.

Admittedly, he does love how the actor blushes and has to excuse himself. The poor guy must be new.

The other two leave just as quickly, but not for the same reason.

It's because Hongjoong comes strolling over to the set with a wide, pleased smile on his face. "You're doing so well today, Angel." He hooks a finger under Wooyoung's chin to tilt his head back.

"Thank you." Wooyoung smiles softly and tilts his head just a little. "I'm glad I can do good for you."It hurts to speak, his throat hurts so much, but he forces it to happen even if his voice is a bit raspy.

Hongjoong's smile grows and he pulls the fashion cloak he'd been wearing off his back to drape around Wooyoung. "I think you deserve a break. Come, Baby."

Wooyoung allows himself to be pulled to his feet. When he sways in place, Hongjoong is quick to loop an arm around his waist to steady him.

"Easy, I've got you." Hongjoong says softly.

Its times like this that make Wooyoung question everything.

He feels so special, so cared for, so loved.

Hongjoong doesn't take him back to his normal, small dressing room. Instead they go back to the suite connected to the studio where Hongjoong often goes to take breaks when he needs it. More often than not it's just to take a phone call in a private space, which also means he could come back out in any mood...

But right now, he just seems so happy.

It almost makes Wooyoung suspicious, but soon he's breathing in the ever-familiar red smoke that starts to fill the room. He closes his eyes and lets Hongjoong lead him into the bathroom.

Water starts to fill the tub after Hongjoong makes sure Wooyoung isn't going to fall over when he leans him against the wall.

"Come, let's get you cleaned up."

Wooyoung continues to let Hongjoong care for him. The cape falls to the ground, he's eased into the tub, and gently guided back to lean against the slant.

Hongjoong sits on the side and begins to drag a few fingers along Wooyoung's chest, eventually moving up to trace something on his neck.

Probably from the belt... Wooyoung is too scared to think about it, but he still makes sure to look up at Hongjoong with a soft smile.

"So beautiful." The man whispers, still staring down at Wooyoung.

But his eyes weren't on Wooyoung's face...

"Unfortunately we won't be able to do anymore shoots today, though. It would be too hard to keep up with the makeup. I'll have to think of something."

Wooyoung swallows and forces himself to not react. If there were more scenes planned for today... How long had Hongjoong been planning on going for?

Not that it really matters. He's in charge, not Wooyoung...

"Thank you for doing so good for me today." Now Hongjoong looks at Wooyoung, a tinge of red filling his eyes.

"Do I not always do good for you?" Wooyoung tries to make an attempt at teasing.

Its always a risk, but this time it seems to work because Hongjoong chuckles. "Of course you do, my darling angel. Enjoy your bath. I'll come check in you in a bit."

Wooyoung nods. "Thank you, Hongjoong," he rasps.

Red eyes meet his again before Hongjoong leaves the bathroom, leaving behind a trail of red smoke, which automatically gravitates toward Wooyoung and surrounds him.

The wave of delightful fuzziness that engulfs him makes Wooyoung hum happily and slip a little further into the water.

Whatever Hongjoong had done to the water works wonders on Wooyoung's aching body. He can feel all of his muscles relaxing, releasing all the tension that came from such a rough scene.

After a few minutes, he slowly drags a hand up to his neck, wincing a little at how tender it feels.

It's been a while since Hongjoong has made him do a scene that rough. The client must have paid a pretty penny and would continue to keep paying if they decide to use the footage anywhere online.

Wooyoung sighs through his nose and tries to not think about it anymore.

It's not like he gets a say in it. Those people who pay Hongjoong can do whatever they want with their footage. And all that is on top of the money Hongjoong makes through the online subscription service he has set up.

There are some other stars that do well on the sight, the man has built quite the empire of porn stars.

But Wooyoung... he's Hongjoong's favorite because he makes the most money.

Viewers can only watch his videos if they pay for the top tier. But that's because Hongjoong makes Wooyoung do all sorts of videos, from the soft to the extreme, like the last shoot.

And Wooyoung doesn't have a choice but to do as he says.

He has to take it all.

The abuse. The pain. The fear.

Everything.

And he can't even get upset with himself about it because it was the choice he made.

This is what he gets...

For selling his soul to a devil.