Mr. Dubois' Ranch: Movie Magic Part 03

It only took a minute before Matthew was standing outside of Clark’s trailer. The star always had to be accommodated and wasn’t about to be outside in the hot sun. Even with a consistent soft fresh cooling breeze, the actor clearly preferred the climate controlled air a lot more.

“Clark?” Matthew knocked on the door. “Are you in there?”

“He’s not going to answer,” Mr. Dubois said. Matthew shot him a glare. Despite being half the rancher’s size the amount of anger and almost murderous intent hidden behind those eyes made him fold. “Is he?”

“He better,” Matthew threatened under his breath then went back to knocking on the trailer door. “Clark! Grant needs you on set in a little bit. Are you ready?”

“He might be in the shower,” Mr. Dubois said. Matthew gave him another look. But this time the smaller man’s anger just caused a pleasant smile. “Woah there big guy. I’m just making a suggestion. Or maybe you wanna bet on it? He’s going to come out with just a towel on the next time you knock on the door.”

Matthew bit his lips. The confidence in Mr. Dubois’ voice made it sound like he knew something. But that wasn’t possible. The rancher had been following him around all day. And if there was something with cameras, he’d have to pull out a phone or something to look at it. Matthew bit a little harder. “What do you want to bet?”

“Hmmm…” Mr. Dubois was figuring out how to phrase it. “If I’m right, then you have to be honest with me all day. If you’re right, I’ll give you anything that you could possibly want.”

“Anything?” Matthew snorted at the offer. “I doubt that.”

“You’d be surprised.”

‘How does he do that?’ Matthew wondered. The calm confidence that wasn’t overpowering. It was so enticing. He quickly shook his head getting any ideas that weren’t strictly professional out there. “Deal,” Matthew stuck out his hand.

Mr. Dubois’ large calloused hand grabbed it and gave it one shake. “It’s a deal.”

Matthew turned back to the door. He raised his hand up and paused. Was Mr. Dubois right? His heart started to race a little bit faster. Clark hated it when Matthew ever came around. And now he was with a stranger as well. His hand held just a few inches away.

“Chickening out?” Mr. Dubois mocked, even adding a few chicken sounds.

“No,” Matthew choked out. However, his hand still hesitated. “Damn it,” he growled as he forced himself to knock again. “Clark!”

The door swiftly opened. “What!” There stood Clark dripping wet with just a white towel wrapped around his waist. He really did look like he was ripped out of a comic book drawing. Every one of his muscles seemed to bulge but not so much that they were overly bulky. And then there were those abs that scored him the roll. Apparently every other part was pretty easy to get but getting that thin waist with thick arms and chest were nearly impossible. Very few people were able to properly do it. “Oh it’s you,” he growled. “You get my zero calorie soda yet?”

“N-n-no.”

Clark’s attention quickly turned to Mr. Dubois. “And who the fuck is this? I’m not signing any autographs on set.”

“I’m Mr. Dubois,” he said. “And I’m not interested in your autograph. I’m just seeing what it’s like to run a movie. Right now we’re supposed to be telling you what you’ll be doing for the scene. Isn’t that right?”

Matthew nodded his head. “Right.”

“So he’s doing your job too now?” Clark added. “Well, come in,” he ordered and took a step back into the trailer.

Mr. Dubois leaned next to Matthew’s ear. “The moment he goes into the other room his towel is going to fall off.”

“Don’t--”

Clark’s eyes narrowed. “What are you two whispering about?” He paused and then went to turn around. “You know what? Fuck it. I’ve got to go get changed.” His hand held his towel as he went into the bedroom part of the trailer. But then let go and the towel fell down around his legs. A perfectly sculpted butt pointed directly at Matthew.

“He’s not going to close the door,” Mr. Dubois whispered in Matthew’s ear.

The door to Clark’s room didn’t close and he was in perfect view as he started grabbing the parts of his costume. “Well,” Clark growled.

“Oh… Uh… Right,” Matthew stumbled over his words trying to remember what he was supposed to be saying. But his mind was a bit distracted by what he was seeing. Clark’s firm body could make sculptures jealous.

“He likes it when you tell him what to do,” Mr. Dubois whispered.

Clark gripped his costume even tighter. “You going to just whisper to your boyfriend all day or tell me what Grant wants? Huh?” However that question wasn't going to be the end of it. He stepped closer to Mr. Dubois and pressed his finger against his chest. The actor clearly didn't like his time being wasted. “Well tough guy? You think you can just walk in here and act like you own the place? I saw the way you look at me. Just like every other gay guy who sees me. You just wanted to see me naked. Well?” he spins around showing off his body. “How’s it look?”

“Not too bad,” Mr. Dubois smiled. But there’s something a bit malicious behind it. “I might have a bit upset over your arrogance if it wasn’t so obvious.”

“Obvious?” Clark stifled his own laugh. “What about me is so... obvious?”

The tension in the room was becoming even more palatable. Mr. Dubois puffed out his own muscular chest. “It’s your attitude,” Mr. Dubois stated. “You act so tough in front of guys like Matthew because you find him really attractive. You want him to boss you around but you also don’t want him to know. So you try to keep him at an arm's distance by being a jackass. Then you just pick at him and pick at him to try to hide your own desires, because the moment he stands up to you, you’ll get harder and hornier than you’ve ever been in your life.”

“Is that so?” Clark grit his teeth. His whole body seemed to be flexing at the small speech he’d just listened to.

Mr. Dubois didn’t seem fazed in the slightest. He just crossed his beefy arms against his chest and nodded. “Yes.”

“You wanna--!”

“No!” Matthew quickly stepped between them. His attention was first on Mr. Dubois, “You need to go outside.” Then turned to Clark. “And you need to calm the fuck down. Go get changed and then go see Grant. This first scene’s really easy so I’ll explain it there.”

“But--”

“No buts!” Matthew stopped Clark again. But something threw him off as he felt something pressing up against his leg. A small wet spot was forming on his pants. However, it wasn’t from him. Rather the rod currently pointing at him. Matthew stared at the average sized cock currently leaking down onto his pants.

Clark was indeed hard as a rock. It almost looked painful with how his face cringed and hands tried to grip onto the door frame for some kind of support. “F-f-f-fuck,” he breathed. His cock throbbed with excitement.

“Stop that!”

But Clark couldn’t control as it throbbed again. The sensation was rocketing through his body. Every bit of him flexed as he tried to quell the sensation. But it only seemed to turn him on even more. “He can’t cum until you say so,” Mr. Dubois added.

“Wha--?” Matthew looked back at the smiling rancher who seemed to be enjoying the show a little bit too much. “You! Out!” he pushed at Mr. Dubois who, despite the clear amount of strength he had over Matthew, moved with incredible ease. “And you,” his attention back on Clark, “get changed, in makeup and be ready for the camera. You only have a little bit so hurry up!”

“But--” Clark’s body fell to his knees as the sensation only amped up. Hearing all those commands made it impossible for him to think about anything else. His fingers clawed at the cheap carpet lining the floor of his trailer as his muscular body wriggled and writhed, trying to find some way to release the built up pressure inside him. He looked for Matthew, but the small man of his desire was gone.

“Shit…” he cursed as he rubbed his privates against the ground. Clark let out a long unsatisfied groan as he tried to get himself to go down, but nothing seemed to be working. The more he tried to pleasure himself the more turned on he seemed to get.

Outside Matthew was rushing towards the set. Mr. Dubois was right behind him. “What was that!?” he turned around.

“What?” Mr. Dubois shrugged.

“That!” Matthew threw his hands up into the air but kept his scream in the back of his throat. The frustrated PA wanted to scream even louder but also didn’t want to make a scene.

Mr. Dubois tilted his head to the side like a confused dog. “That? I was just calling him out. It’s clear that he likes you. He just wanted you to tell him off. Now he’ll be thinking about that for the rest of the day.”

“Still,” Matthew’s flexed hands relaxed slightly. “I just don’t want to get in trouble. Okay?”

“Trouble?”

“Are you--” Matthew’s head flew back in frustration but the genuine confusion on Mr. Dubois’ face made him calm down again. “Look, you can’t go around saying things like that. It can get you into trouble. But… Thanks.”

“No problem,” Mr. Dubois said. He didn’t look like someone who was used to being scolded but he seemed to play it off like it was nothing.

However, Matthew still couldn’t help but wonder, “how’d you know all that though?”

“Lucky guess,” Mr. Dubois said.