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dr. brock coleman. let me make you feel good. —VORTEX FILMS RP ACCOUNT—

[brockcoleman2]

Name — Brock Coleman

Age — 49

Nationality — American

Occupation — Doctor / on-site physician for Vortex Studios

Gender — Cis male

Sexuality — Homosexual

Preference — Dominant versatile top

Personality (+) — Intelligent, trustworthy, confident

Personality (-) — Strict, uncreative, short-fused

When Brock became a doctor specializing in sports medicine, he never once thought that he would take a side gig at a porn studio. It wasn’t entirely a decision he came to on his own; he started doing it as a favor to one of the higher-ups whom he was friends with. It was a pretty good gig, honestly. Especially now that he was running his own private practice, giving him more flexibility with his schedule than he’d ever had before. Why not spend a few hours in the week getting to watch hot guys fuck? Sometimes he even gets to sample the merchandise, as it were…

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sweetemery​:

It was the sound of his voice that probably broke him from his wandering attention and made him focus. Emery’s eyes settled on Brock. He gazes to the side as he enters the office and the door is locked behind him just in case. “It was exhausting. Modeling for shoots are different when it’s strictly porn because I don’t get to focus on just the pretty. They want me to be a performer and hold these difficult positions. So I might have a muscle or two out of place.” Emery grinned over at Brock. He slips in close. Dangerously close. Fingers surfed behind his back. He got a generous feel of his shoulder blades. His back. They ran a gratuitous path down to his lower back. All men deserved to be worshipped in one way or another. Emery’s fingers led as he pulls free and finds himself slipping onto the examination table. He spins quick. Perching just at the edge having to arch to keep himself comfortable. 

“Where do we begin, Doc?” There wasn’t an ounce of pretense. Just how Emery watched Brock, the man could probably guess he wanted to fuck. Question is, how ready was the other. He bites his bottom lip. Legs swinging to either side as he invites Brock to invade his personal space.

“You should always stretch your muscles before and after a shoot. Helps reduce cramping,” says Brock, maintaining a professional facade. The doctor was a fairly sexual person and didn’t often find himself intimidated by others in that regard, but Emery was different. It oozed off of him. And Brock tried to at least seem responsible in the workplace. 

He watches Emery as he makes a big, dramatic show of sitting on the table. “Well, we could start by relaxing those muscles of yours a bit, if you wanna take off that top—” Brock suggests. It wasn’t not an excuse for him to get those massive hands of his on Emery’s sexy little body.

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vortexbeef​:

Coming to a new job definitely had Victor feeling a little bit overwhelmed. While he was okay with the work, simply because he liked working, he was a bit overwhelmed with the sheer amount of attractive men that were there. Of course, in such a sex-positive place, Victor did feel a little bit out of place being around so many men that were just… unabashed with their sexuality. He also envied it a little bit, but Victor knew that he had nothing to be ashamed of - even if part of him wished he could partake in meaningless sex because of all of the extremely handsome men that worked at the studio.

Still, he kept his head down and focused on his work, and a month in, Victor realized that it was probably for the best if he at least try and make some friends with some of the other guys here. After all, if you liked the people you were working with, it made working some place more bearable. That’s how he found himself walking towards the office of another guy that worked behind the scenes, a bottle of wine in his hand, before he knocked on the door.

“…Eh… No, nothing wrong…” Though that was now a lie, as he currently had the imagery of a purple penis in his head. Clearing his throat, Victor lifted the bottle of wine that was in his hand. “No, I actually came by to sort of say hello and give you this bottle. I figure if I’m going to be working here, I might as well get to know some of the other guys that are behind the scenes, right?” A chuckle left his lips then, one that was a little nervous, and he moved to rub the back of his neck with his free hand. “I’m Victor, by the way… I’m an accountant here.”

Brock recognized Victor as he entered the room. Would’ve been impossible not to — the man was just as tall as himself and just as built, albeit with a leaner shape. Victor started working at Vortex a month ago and mostly kept to himself, which Brock understood. This environment was a lot for newbies to take in. Hopefully Victor was feeling a bit more open and ready to mingle, because Brock definitely wanted to get to know him a little better.

“Well that’s definitely a better purple than a purple dick,” Brock chuckles, gesturing for Victor to come in. “Yeah, I know you. Well, I know of you. Seen you around the halls but haven’t gotten a chance to formally introduce myself. I”m Brock—” he says, offering a firm handshake. “I would call myself the doctor here, but this is definitely not my normal place of work, and calling myself the doctor of a porn studio feels... well, inaccurate. But on the off chance that there is a purple dick to deal with, then I’m their man. How’s Vortex been treating you, then?”

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Dwayne Johnson and his real life French bulldog, Hobbs, in Fast & Furious Presents: Hobbs & Shaw (2019) dir. David Leitch

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valentinpierce​:

   Valentin knew he was a perfect specimen and that would be hard to find a single flaw with him, or on him, yet he knew why the studio wanted their actors going through physicals, as not everyone could keep up with his peak physical condition. Finally finding the time to head to the in house physician for said check up. While he had his own doctors, they weren’t as nearly as attractive as the one Vortex had managed to find. Though when he heard the main speak, he couldn’t help but laugh. “No thankfully I do not have a purple penis…..bless whomever that was. Fortunately or unfortunately depending on how eager you were for something interesting to come walking through this office door, I am here for a simple physical to make sure everything is still operating at one hundred percent.” Grinning, and giving the doctor a wink. “Which I am sure it is.” 

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“Well, let’s be thankful that your penis isn’t purple,” Brock smirks in response. Even if it was somewhat of a joke, around here in this place of work... it was more common of a problem that it would’ve been probably anywhere else. There was never such a thing as being too careful in porn.

Brock was certain that Valentin felt confident in his health, but it was his responsibility as a physician to be sure of it. “Right, well—” he begins, putting his file down. “We can start by talking about any potential symptoms you’ve been experiencing lately. Anything I should know about? Your body feeling sore or sick at all?”

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tamxsites​:

Tamsen narrowed his eyes curiously, wondering why he was called into the room. He was perfectly fine (not considering the amount of alcohol or drugs he put into his body almost everyday.)  The one place he hated most was an hospital, it always brought bad memories to him and that came along with doctors. Though, Brock wasn’t any ordinary doctor.

“I don’t have any problem with performing,” he was quick to say, the words a little defensive. There weren’t many at Vortex who knew about his past with cancer as he was afraid they’d judge him and think he wouldn’t be able to perform well like others. “I mean, no one can even tell that one of my testicles is fake.” Tamsen exhaled slowly, simmering down after getting that off of his chest as he plopped down into a chair. “I’m feeling fine,” the boy shrugged, looking around the office. “Not really.”

Brock could sense Tamsen’s apprehension the moment he walked into the room. He didn’t blame him. Most people, in Brock’s experience, hated going to the doctor or any medical professional. That put the onus on him to make them feel at ease and comfortable enough to share their information with him openly, which was something Brock excelled at naturally.

“Oh, I didn’t bring you in here to suggest you haven’t had performance issues,” Brock says, gesturing with his hands. “You got a fake testicle?” he then adds, surprised by the revelation for a brief moment. “No, that’s not why I asked to see you either, but I actually kind of would like to examine that for posterity—” He was getting off track. “I didn’t ask to see you for any reason. I just wanted to ask how you’re feeling. You’re more than welcome to be open and honest with me about anything, I promise. What exactly has you feeling less-than-fine?”

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sweetemery​:

“Then it’s settled.” There weren’t many exchanges that needed to be made. The final look said it all. A twinkle or a hint of taunting was like a glint in the eye. It was his chance. The moment he turned to take his place on set, there was nothing to distract Brock from rolling eyes from head to feet. He didn’t even need to exaggerate in terms of ass. The way he walked was quite confident. There was something about the way his tapering in at the waist to the span of his hips. The sway seemed to concentrate in how natural the beautiful juicy ass just comes to life. Muscle flexed beneath the trained shape. He didn’t need to confirm. He knew they were watching it.  –Time Passes–

Emery gives a round of several knocks before he’d even think about stepping into his office. He freshened up so there wasn’t that underlying scent of baby powder or the generic “fresh”. Track pants and a tank top were the on-set choice of attire after a day-long shoot. He leans against the door frame. “Doc’s orders.” He smears a generous dotting of lip balm to keep them nice, soft, and succulent. 

Ever since that tense exchange with Emery earlier, Brock couldn’t get the porn star out of his head. The way he sauntered around set with that sexy body of his, without a care in the world as it seemed... he knew what he was doing. He was trying to bait Brock into a sexual encounter. Not that it would have been very hard to do. Brock didn’t need to be asked twice about messing around with Emery if given the opportunity — a pertinent fact he was reminded of when he watched Emery slip into his office, now (sadly) wearing more clothing than before.

“Emery. Good to see you again,” he says, forcing himself to work through his intense physical attraction to sound professional. “How was the shoot, then?”

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bryanxramon​:

He handed him the papers with out any hesitation the man was a doctor after all. He smiled as he heard that he looked healthy even simple praise like that was enough to lift his spirts. “Uh i think so i took the paper i was given to my doctor and two days later got that packet to bring here. Didn’t really open it cause i didn’t want to lose anything.” He spoke as he offered hi hand for the hand shake. “Yeah my day job is pretty informal,” he smiled “it’s nice to meet you” 

He paused for a second “if any test is missing im not really doing anything for the rest of the day so if you have the time we can just do it no if that’s easier for you im sure you’re super busy.” 

—

“Good. That was real responsible for you to do, kid,” Brock says, smiling at the other to hopefully get him in a calm mindset. That was one of his strengths as a doctor; endearing patients to himself so they felt comfortable in presence. There was a reason his reviews tended to be so effusively positive on Yelp...

He scans the file below him. “Well, it seems here that you’re in fairly good health, but we can perform a simple checkup to check your vitals if you’d like—”

[brockcoleman2]

do you bottom at all or are you strict top daddy’s

"Ask my husband." @vortexbeef

(Brock leans more top but is 100% versatile and sometimes even prefers to bottom.)

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sweetemery​:

Emery tried to read him. His eyes narrow slightly as if honing in. He studies the man for a few moments before furrowing a brow. He wanted to toy with the beautiful man for a few more moments before he’d retract from the Brock’s presence. He pursed his lips. His head ticks slowly. He gingerly plays with Brock’s collar. He might’ve popped a button or all of them, opening the fabric to reveal that heft set of pecs beneath. Pretends to not notice. A finger swipes down the bulk. He easily passes it off as just conversation. With the way he positioned himself, no one could see anyways. 

“Hmm. As long as your capable of performing in the heat of the moment. Swell in the thick of it.” He grins. “I might need more of a physical exam. Would you be available after?” 

Brock knew Emery to be a flirtatious, even seductive, fellow on and off the set. It seemed like the man couldn’t help it. Something about his was mysterious, almost as though he were some supernatural entity. If anything, that perky little ass of his seemed like it possessed magical ability...

His eyes watch like a hawk as Emery fondles his collar and pops a button on his shirt, revealing just a hint of the tanned muscle beneath, with some of his chest tattoo peeking through. “If it’s a physical exam you think you need,” begins Brock, his eyes now connecting with Emery’s, “then I we can arrange a private meeting in my office when you’re done here. Just to make sure your body is healthy.”

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smckexandxmirrcrs​:

Jasper entered the room, a small smile on his face. Brock was known for being kind and patient with all those who came to him for help, and so Jasper felt that he could invest this in him as well. He bit his lip with nerves as he entered the office.

“No,” He shook his head with a slight giggle. “I don’t have a purple penis. And I’m not ever on camera. I wanted to ask you some stuff though - sex advice and stuff if you do that kinda of thing?” Doctors helped out all the time with sexual health, right? This would be no different.

“Well, good to hear about your penis not being purple,” Brock chuckles to himself. (And with a bit of relief in his voice; that was not a fun day on set. For anybody and everybody involved.)

“Sex stuff?” he then asks, his ears pricked up and interested. “I’ll be honest, sexual health isn’t completely my forte, but I think I know a thing or two about it from personal experience...” says Brock. “What’s on your mind, kid?”

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sweetemery​:

Emery shook his head, drawing gentle circles around his nipples. It was quick and unnoticed. He smirked. The Photographer was already getting antsy as the shoot went on a little longer than he’d already expected. The wiser decision was to let the agitation silently stewed. Once Emery got wind, he was going to press every limit he could. Only to sweeten up the moment by providing the man with the shot everyone wanted- the spread and reveal. Assholes were plenty, but there were few moments when you got to see him on set, holding one cheek open and the beautiful hole was either above or below that guiche ring. He deliberately ignores the photographer.

“Doc, the cost of beauty is a pricey one. I’ve been in more stressful positions than nearly bumping with another man.” Emery teases. He lets his arms fall and the harness comes with. The body chains still offering some distraction. “Besides, it’s not mine that should be worried.” He grins. “Are you going to stick around the set? Our slot is almost done.” He gestures back to the speckling of lights that would put you in the mood of stars. Emery didn’t exactly get the aim or the advertisement, but anything for the sake of contract- he assumed. “But now I’m curious…what’s a wrong move, Doc? You’re a beautiful brick wall of a man…but I’ve climbed mountains and slid down trees. Maybe I’m the one that should warn you.” Gingerly wefts his hand across his nipples to squeeze his shoulders. “Hm. Have you ever been a stand-in? No face. Just arms and legs?” 

“Planning on staying around for as long as they’re shooting today, yes,” Brock says simply, watching as yet another piece of clothing —if a harness could be considered that— was removed from Emery’s incredible body. He would’ve been lying if he said he’d never jerked off to the younger man’s pictures before; they were the sort of thing that made little boys realize they were gay. In Brock’s case, he was very much certain of that, so if anything Emery was just a decent reminder.

Brock’s eyes travel to Emery’s erect nipples, like targets on his body for others to direct their attention towards. “Can’t say I’ve ever considered it, no. Stage fright. I prefer to get busy in private. Maybe I’m just old-fashioned that way...”

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sweetemery​:

Emery tilts his head to the side. Their closeness, a testament to self-control. Mostly from Emery as far as he was aware. He lets eyes settle on the man’s undeniably buxom pecs. Juiciness just beneath the shirt that did its damnedest to contain them. That was before his intense gaze shifts up to meet Brock’s. Without light hitting them, they were a nice mahogany. The moment his chin shifts, they capture enough light to bring attention to the gray-kissed hazel. He smirks. If he wasn’t trying to hold back, the Doc would’ve been pounced. 

“Alright.” His arms rose above his head. His pits were trimmed due to the many requests that his audience enjoyed. He crossed them over his head and every line, every muscle, every strip that had been kissed by ink seemed to swell. His back arches. Even if either of them could pretend they didn’t notice, his dick was completely erect and throbbing. No need to check for a pulse. 

“I was already going to abandon the harness. I could use some professional advice, though.” He fights a grin. “Doc, I thought your schedule said you were working half-day. Did someone else get hurt besides purple peen?” 

Brock’s choice in attire wasn’t not deliberate. He liked to wear tight-fitting polo shirts that showed off his figure, because why shouldn’t he? The man spent lots of time and effort on his body. The material hugged every last inch of his incredible physique and didn’t leave much to the imagination, showing every indentation possible. (His nipples were always seemingly hard, too.) And that was saying nothing of the way his pants did their best to contain his long, thick legs and round, massive ass. Brock Coleman dressed like he was in one of the porno movies whose stars he attended to.

Brock could tell Emery was checking him out, and he didn’t mind it one bit. One glance downward revealed that Emery was, in fact, hard as a rock, no doubt because of their current close proximity, with the older man pawing at him like a piece of meat under the guise of physical examination. 

“What? Oh, no, that was a week or so ago. The guy is fine now,” Brock chuckles. “But, uh, you might wanna watch how you move that thing of yours—” he says, nodding down to the obvious erection between them. “One wrong move and you might put it out of commission for a while...”

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@tamxsites​

Brock was going through his files of the Vortex talent —which he usually did when he found some free time to kill in the office— when he stopped upon Tamsen’s profile. In the years since Tamsen started at Vortex, Brock didn’t know him very well; he figured he should find the guy around set and pull him aside for a chat. A good doctor did care about his patients’ well-being, after all...

Luckily it seemed that Tamsen was filming something today, so Brock took it upon himself to summon him for a private meeting.

“Tamsen, hey there,” says Brock, welcoming the young man into his makeshift office. “I actually just wanted to check in with you a bit. Nothing too serious. I know your medical file has some information about your health history that could affect your performance, and we’ve never really discussed it in length... how are you feeling? Anything you wanna talk about? This is a completely safe space. Nothing you say leaves this office unless it’s potentially a danger to the rest of the company. You got my word.”

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sweetemery​:

“Hey Doc,” There was a familiarity in the way Emery addressed Brock. It was informal but comfortable. Since he was one of the few who got the inside scoop on the various talent scattered about the studio, Emery felt he were secure in his approach. It was promotion shoots which differed from actual sex scenes. He was providing some stills for the latest project. Pop culture was a fickle thing, one thing would remain- someone would always enjoy the fan-service and exploratory projects. 

“Oh fuck no. I just need to have a set of other eyes in case I need to dress and cover some spots.” The body chain created a line down his chest. It follows a singular point with several branches hugging the spaces beneath his rib cage and connects at the neckline. What most would assume was a touch of lube to give his skin a shine was pleasantly scented with some body oils. Fingers drift beneath the heft of his pecs. He lifts the muscle to expose the line of skin. “I had a harness on and the Photographer is saying that I’m fine. We both know they edit shit, but I just want to make sure I’m not going to scar because I felt sharp pinches and scratches.” Needless to say, he was naked from the hip down.

“Oh, Emery. Nice to see you,” says Brock, gesturing for the other man to come in. There was no denying that Emery was a looker, but especially not right this moment, with the guy leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination in his current getup. If making some easy dough with this side hustle wasn’t enough of an incentive, then the parade of gorgeous men who waltzed into his makeshift office certainly provided enough reason to stick around.

He steps closer to Emery, putting on his best “serious” doctor face. “Your body seems fine to me,” says Brock, reaching out to graze along Emery’s defined muscles, feeling the smooth, untarnished skin. Gratuitous? Maybe. But as the studio’s resident medical professional, he often did need to get up close and personal with the talent. For medical reasons. That was it.

“Life your arms for me? Above you head,” Brock requests, admiring the musculature of Emery’s beautiful body, doing his best to keep from staring at Emery’s luscious ass or impressive cock. “Have you felt any discomfort while wearing this? Leather harnesses could chafe the skin if not monitored closely enough—”