[TG] The Radio Star - Part 2

Commissioned by JB.

Jack tries to host another episode of his radio show but he just can't stop thinking about how hot it would be to be a porn star.

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Jack wore two layers; a thick sweater over his regular shirt despite the mild weather. He was just getting fat, he had let himself go a bit that’s all; he could not possibly be growing actual tits. That dream just had him on edge. He walked with purpose, more determined than ever to bring light to the sinful nature of pornography in today's show to make up for his…slip, last night. Not that it had been his fault, it was that awful caller who used her feminine wiles to put such naughty thoughts into his head.

He was glad to reach the radio station; his sanctuary. Jack was sure once he got himself situated and started the show these strange urges and thoughts would dissipate and he could not wait. He shivered slightly as he opened the door to the air conditioned hall, his toes wiggling as the breeze wafted over them. His brow furrowed; he was wearing loafers, why did it feel like his toes were exposed? He looked down only to find his usual brown, closed-toe shoes sitting on his feet; the wind apparently a figment of his imagination. A bad night’s sleep; he shook it off, heading over to the break room and making himself a strong coffee, waving to his editor and sound director Mark as he went.

With a sigh he sat in his usual chair noting how especially comfortable it was today. Perhaps Mark had added some extra padding to the seat, it felt especially soft today. He put on his headphones and took a sip of his drink. Strong, bitter, the way coffee should be. None of that pumpkin spice whipped cream sugary shit the liberals were passing off as coffee these days. Though, it did seem just a little less appealing than usual for some reason. Perhaps a single sugar wouldn’t hurt. He was about to build up the courage to ask Mark to grab him a sachet when the man gave him their customary signal; it was time to get on the air. Probably for the best, he needed a man’s drink right now anyway after everything he’d gone through in the last day. Mark held up his fingers, counting down until his usual jingle played and Jack settled into his usual rhythm.

“Welcome folks, to The Truth, I’m your host Jack Holden and today I think we’ll elaborate on our discussion from yesterday since it got people so heated.”

He tried to concentrate on reading off the script from his phone but it was difficult. He should have asked Mark to turn down the damn air conditioning, it was freezing in here. His toes kept curling in the chill as if they were exposed. Though each time he checked they were still as he left them. And his chest was aching, just a little. To his surprise he could feel his nipples turning hard in the cold and he was thankful for the thick layers of clothing hiding it from his friend in the booth. He desperately wished he could rub them, just to ease out some of the discomfort and that want was slowly becoming a need as he continued to talk. His line reads getting less confident due to his distraction.

“Sorry folks,” He cleared his throat, “It’s just, this issue gets e so incensed that I tend to get a bit ahead of myself.”

He hoped they would believe that; most of them had to, from his experience interacting with fans they were not the brightest bulbs on the shelf. It was part of why he took this job so seriously; his poor lambs needed guidance away from those woke wolves that would ensnare them with dangerous ideas.

“Let’s take a step back from all those big morality talks for a second and focus on what is important. The people participating in these videos.”

He took a sip of his coffee, freezing a moment later, mouth agape when he realised his mug was now bright pink, his American flag symbol replaced with the image of a lipstick kiss. How-? How was that possible? He was sure he had grabbed his usual mug from the shelf, even if he was distracted Jack was sure he would have noticed grabbing this one. It was so bright it basically screamed to be seen. Besides, nobody working at his radio station would have such a provocative item for him to mistakenly pick up in the first place.

“Jack, you okay? You’ve stopped.” Mark’s voice came through his headphones, silent to the listeners back home.

Jack shook his head quickly, slamming down the mug on the desk slightly too hard in his haste to be rid of it. Giving Mark a thumbs up to show he was fine. Because he was fine. He cleared his throat and continued.

“Take the women for example, clearly many have been coerced and that is despicable but the ones I am really concerned for are the ones who have been corrupted into thinking there is nothing to be ashamed of. There are even women who are so deluded, they are proud to be called porn stars.”

Yes, his heart did ache for those poor women, women who thought they had no better recourse than to use their bodies for the pleasure of thousands.

“At least more women who work in porn know and are rightfully ashamed but those loud and proud, they really are the ones who need the most help! They have actually deluded themselves into thinking they like to be fucked on camera.”

He wasn't supposed to swear on his show but this would hardly be the first time the network would forgive him.

“Sorry for swearing folks but I just feel so worked up imagining what those girls go through. Letting man after man take them…hard and rough all while that camera watches. How they must feel knowing that soon thousands of others would be watching them, pleasuring themselves to their images…”

His legs rubbed together unconsciously.

“Knowing their O faces will be there for all to see. I wouldn't be surprised if some of those are fakes but after so many takes they would no doubt start to be overstimulated.”

Jack could feel his blood boiling, not in rage but due to another emotion entirely. He could see it in his mind's eye, the woman in question; trying so hard not to cum. Telling herself it was just a job and that she wasn’t actually into it but being unable to hold back as she was ploughed into for the thousandth time that day.

“They-uh, I bet a lot of them have tried to justify their actions by talking about how much they enjoy their work. After all, sex is a temptation, these women have been tempted so much they have been totally taken in by the pleasure. That deep, wonderful pleasure that makes them writhe, arching their backs and thrusting their hips like harlots…”

His hips were moving slightly as he said it, remembering his dream last night and the very real pleasure it had bought him. He couldn't help it, he ground himself into the chair, rocking back and forth as he imagined himself in the girls place. How lovely it would feel to have a thick cock pressing against his wet hole; how he would try so hard not to want it but unable to fight off the urge to press himself against the tip and feel it part him. Mark was giving him a strange look from the other side of the window in the studio but didn't stop his talks; he knew better than to interrupt.

“And the outfits they put themselves in…disgusting, sexy things that show off all their assets. Crotchless panties that allow them to stay clothed while men have their way with them s-so shameful ooooh…”

A red light flicked on at his phone, a caller. Jack bit his lip; how had this happened? How was he so turned on right now? He could feel his erection pressing against his tight pants and he wanted nothing more than to reach down and touch it to relieve the pressure. But even if he gave in to the temptation, he was on the air, he couldn't just start masturbating while he did the show. His listeners would surely hear his raggard breathing, the way his voice would hitch as he got close; maybe a few would even touch themselves as they got turned on listening. Fuck…why did that idea make him even hotter under the collar? Without conscious thought his palm moved to rub against the front of his pants, subtly enough that nobody in the recording booth would be able to see it under his desk.

“You’re on with Jack.” He croaked, “What are your thoughts, listener?”

“I think you’re a hypocrite.”

Jack bit his tongue; the voice from yesterday. That sensual, oh so convincing voice that started him down this path. She was back.

“I think you just pretend to believe all this nonsense when really, you watch porn as well!”

“That is categorically untrue!” He slammed his spare fist down on the table, his other hand still palming against his bulge. “I am simply showing empathy for those poor, horny women.”

He should stop, he was touching himself on air! Why could he not stop his hand? If anything, each word he spoke made him press down harder, warm pleasure pooling in his lower stomach as his affection grew harder. His toes curled in pleasure, legs stretching out so that he could see the tips of them poking out from his open toed sandals. If he was not so turned on he would question when he had decided to paint his nails that pretty shade of purple.

“I think you wish you were one, I think you’re getting turned on thinking about it.”

“No, I am not, I am simply i-incensed with -ah, rage…”

He swallowed, trying to keep his voice under control, he could feel his balls starting to tighten. He had to stop or he was going to cum in his pants like a teenager, the stain would be there for all to see; everybody would know how naughty he had been, they would all look at him, so many eyes…

“You told me to put myself in their shoes didn’t you?” He continued, “That is all I am doing, imagining how sinful they must feel. No matter how much pleasure they take, no matter how filled those women are with men and sex toys it will never fill that hole in their heart.”

Why did he say that? Now all he could imagine was how it would feel to be full. He could almost feel it himself, the parting of wet folds, the pleasure of the deep stretch inside him as he was impaled.

“They have convinced themselves it's what they want but what they really need is…is…”

What did they need? He couldn’t think, the pleasure was growing now cresting right on the edge.

“Pleasure distracts it ah…ahhhh… distracts them from what they need.”

“Which is?” The woman’s voice was amused, almost knowing and so deep. Idly, Jack wondered what she would sound like moaning in one of those videos.

“A proper man.” He choked out, “A good, strong Christian man to…h-hold them down and show them what real pleasure is-!”

He was gripping the desk so hard his knuckles turned white, his palm pressing down one final time until he felt the familiar and shameful sensation of his balls squeezing, hot seed exploding out of him as he came hard right there, at his desk, on call with a listener on live radio. He could feel the cum dribbling down his thighs and without thinking he slammed a thumb down on the end call button. He had to get out of here before anybody got wind of what he had just done! Frantically, with trembling hands he hit a series of buttons to go to adbreak, standing and running for the bathroom before the stain could cully set on his trousers. Though speed was not on his side; running in shoes with heels, even flat ones, was quite the challenge.

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