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damon savage. best ass in the business. —VORTEX FILMS RP ACCOUNT—

[damonsavage]

Name — Damiano Russo / “Damon Savage”

Age — 40

Nationality — American

Occupation — Porn star

Gender — Cis male

Sexuality — Homosexual

Preference — Dominant bottom

Personality (+) — Magnetic, intelligent, self-reflective

Personality (-) — Vain, anxious, hedonistic

Do not call Damon a cliche. Sure, he may have had a rough upbringing and turned to sex work as a means to get by,  but… he’s real damn good at what he does. Ever since making his big debut [REDACTED] years ago, he’s only gotten better with age. Rugged, magnetic, and boasting a muscular ass that just won’t quit, Damon quickly rose in the ranks to become one of the industry’s finest power bottoms. And he knows it.

But having just turned forty, Damon wonders if there’s anything else out there for him. He can’t just get fucked on camera for the rest of his life, can he…? And even if he did call it quits, what would he even do then? Maybe it’s just easier to not ask such questions and keep riding the wild waves of the gay porn world.

[dudethong]

[damonsavage]

tymedowndawson​:

For all that he enjoyed the company of his coworkers at the studio, even in his two years of working for Vortex, he hadn’t gotten particularly close to many of them. A drink after work? Maybe, yeah, but he’d have to wrack his brain to come up with any of the guys around here he’d consider friends. “I’ll make sure to wear a hat the next time I’m lurking around, then,” his bemused smile is restrained, some latent intimidation of having a naked-except-for-the-robe Damon in front of him dissuading him from being too thrilled with the fact that the older man had struck up conversation in the first place.

“Haven’t met officially, no, but I think every guy on the planet would recognize those tits. Nice to finally meet you face-to-face, Damon.” The guy was nothing short of an institution in the industry, but for all the time Ty spent near the sets - which wasn’t actually all that much - it wasn’t much of a surprise that he hadn’t yet crossed the other’s path. “And I think I’d be a little taken aback if they threw my ass - literally - into an actual scene. Think you’ve got that covered, right? I’ll stick to the still-frames of being bent over a pool table, you stick to getting filmed power bottoming some lucky bastard.”

“Why would you do that? The last ginger we had here aged out of being a twink and retreated to a life of office work,” Damon smirks. “Everybody needs a gimmick, and you got a pretty good one there, kid. I’m lucky enough that my big ass is considered enough of a gimmick to carry me, but hey, maybe yours will get you there someday...”

Damon could tell the younger man recognized him without having to introduce himself. He’d been on way too many DVD covers for anybody with even a passing interest in gay porn for his reputation not to precede him. “You sure you don’t have any interest in doing action scenes? I’ve seen your shoots. I don’t say this often about my competition, but you’ve got one tight little ass on you. The kind that could get you big bucks if you were inclined to use it.”

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tymedowndawson​:

Most people, Ty imagined, didn’t spend their days off at the very same place they worked. In fairness to those people, their workplaces were likely just a little bit different than his own. Regardless, he was deluding himself well enough to be convinced that his presence at the studio was going to be temporary, little more than a nosy peek in at what was being shot and who was around. Plus, he was fully clothed, so really there was no real concern of being roped into anything. Ha.

“Damn, so Clark Kent can walk around in glasses being built like a brick shithouse and no one knows he’s Superman, but I walk around fully clothed and attached at the lip to my coffee cup and suddenly it’s all ‘Oh my God, Ty, get a life! You don’t have a shoot today!’ Here I was thinking I was doing a good job at being subtle.” Yet, funnily enough, he doesn’t look too terribly put out by being caught lurking. Might have something to do with who’s caught him, though, to be fair.

@vortexstarts​​

Damon often found that he didn’t work much with the Vortex models who mostly worked as bottoms, which was understandable but it meant he often had no idea who any of his fellow cock-sleeves were. (And to be fair, he sort of preferred it that way anyhow.) But on the days when he found himself waiting around set before a shoot, he decided he should be social with the ones he knew least.

“Yeah, well, we don’t got many firecrotches around here, so your civilian disguise fails on that level,” says Damon, chuckling to himself as he scans the younger man top to bottom. Even while wearing a loose-fitting robe to cover his modesty, he felt just as comfortable as he would anything else — his visible cleavage however did not inspire the same in others. “Don’t think we’ve officially met, have we? They don’t really find much incentive to put two bottoms together. Ty Dawson, right? I’ve seen your work. Impressive.” He fails to introduce himself to the redhead, because he didn’t feel he had to. Duh.

[damonsavage]

dtftheo​:

“I don’t have to much longer left. So I’m down for that.” Theo said with a chuckle before shaking his head. “Nah man…Your place is perfectly okay with me. I’m sure it’s not too bad.” Theo assured with a bright smile as he looked at the other man.

—

Damon found himself getting quite interested the nothing of hosting Theo over at his place for some, well, training and practice for work. But he knew he would need a little bit of prep time to get himself ready for the other’s company.

“Great. I should probably straight out my place a bit and get some things ready for us, so I’ll head back and do that... you got my number, right? I’ll shoot you a text when you can head over?”

[damonsavage]

@onmybreath​​

Damon always felt a sense of excitement when shooting with Holden. The guy was just so damned attractive in his quiet, brooding way, and it usually brought out the best in Damon as a performer. The way he posed his body in all sorts of compromising positions for Holden’s camera, leaving absolutely none of it to the imagination... it made him feel sexy. And it made him want Holden on a profound, carnal level that few others did. In a porn studio filled with some of the most gorgeous men on Earth, Damon found himself pining for the handsome photographer. The one who probably saw Damon’s famous asshole more than Damon himself had ever seen it. How much more intimate could you get with someone?

But this intimacy was one-sided; Damon barely knew anything about Holden, even after years of their working relationship. He wondered what the man was like, what made him tick. (And most importantly, how much he was packing in those pants.) Holden seemed like a private guy, and Damon respected that. But he still wanted more. Somehow.

Tonight’s shoot was supposed to happen before sundown, but some sort of technical difficulties in the studio meant Damon and Holden were the last ones in the building. Alone. Together. What an interesting ambiance that would make for. This, of course, meant Damon spent the better part of a few hours lounging around in his robe, waiting around for the shoot to finally begin. Holden said he would find Damon when they were ready, but Damon was never one to do what he was told, so he instead decided to go for a stroll and get an update on the situation.

Sure enough, he finds Holden finagling with the lighting rig, looking sexy and intense as ever while doing so. So rugged and masculine... goddamnit, now he was hard. (Again.) As soon as he felt his dick go flaccid, he joined Holden by the rig.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been here this late—” Damon says, in a bid to start some friendly idle chatter before the long-delayed shoot was to begin. “There any chance we can get started soon? I already told my trade that I might not be able to make it tonight, so I just wanna give him an update—” he says, his muscular chest peeking out from underneath the robe, almost as though he was trying to entice Holden with that gorgeous body of his. Almost. 

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vortexbeef​:

Now, Colton may have been a blond and he may have been considered a bit of a jock - he enjoyed sex and working out a little bit too much - but he wasn’t as much of an idiot as some of his films would lead you to believe, so he knew that he had a certain affect on some of his co-workers. And he knew that right now, with the sweat collecting on his skin and the sun hitting his chest just right, that he looked like absolute sex right now. That was why, a smirk pulled at his lips when Damon admitted that he was thirty, because when Colton had made that comment about not wanting someone to be too thirsty? He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Is it considered sexual harassment if it’s somethin’ ya want?” the Texan boy asked, hint of a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips just enough that you could see a faint indention of his dimple. “But yeah, ya could say I am… Definitely got a few people interested in gettin’ a one-on-one with the Stallion.” Truthfully, Colton wasn’t entirely sure if any of those would pan out - he was used to people claiming that they’d be able to handle it but wind up changing their mind. Which, of course, they were entitled to, but it didn’t stop it from hurting.

“Ya gonna stick ‘round now that ya shift just ended, or ya gettin’ ready to head home?’

Damon saw a certain amount of himself in Colton —and definitely wanted some of Colton inside himself— through the way he carried himself. When Damon started at Vortex all those years ago, he was hot shit and knew it. (He wasn’t wrong, either.) The younger blond definitely had the quality to him, and could definitely back it up in his scenes. Damon was surprised he could just walk around like that and not get pounded by the myriad pervs populating the Vortex space there. He could barely do that himself.

“Well that’s the golden question, ain’t it?” Damon chuckles. “The way I see it, if anybody is bold enough to approach an Adonis like ourselves, then maybe they at least deserve a chance... was planning on heading home, yeah. But that was before I knew I’d run into one of Vortex’s hottest young talents,” he smirks, making no effort to disguise his attraction for Colt. “You wanna go get a drink somewhere? Commiserate about being two of the hottest guys on Earth together?”

[forchrisevans]

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[bigdrichies]

LIAM KNOX

by Mike Ruiz

[damonsavage]

vortexbeef​:

With hands gripping the straps of the backpack he wore, Colton walked through the crowds of the festival with a smile on his lips and his torso glistening in the sun. Truthfully, Colton could say that he wasn’t wearing a shirt because it was ridiculously hot outside, but that would be a lie - he didn’t wear a shirt because he liked showing off his hard work, his chiseled abdomen and broad chest. And his favorite thing of all? The dusting of hair that was beginning to coat his upper body. And with the fact that there were plenty of guys there, he was all too sure that he’d be able to get a phone number - or several - before the night was through.

But he wasn’t just there to find guys - and bisexual/pansexual women, too - to hook up with. His backpack was full of freebies, the actor not one to turn down an opportunity to get some free swag, as he approached the Vortex booth and he offered a smile at one of his co-workers. “Y’all doing good out here? I got a couple of water bottles if ya need somethin’ to drink. Gotta make sure ya stay hydrated… Can’t have ya gettin’ too thirsty now.” His tone was jocular, mirth swirling in his crystal blue eyes. “We gettin’ a lot of interest with this booth?”

@vortexstarts​

With an event like Pride, lots of attendees took the opportunity to dress like glorified porn stars, but Damon could see through these disguises from a mile away. When someone like himself did porn, he could practically smell it on them. It didn’t take much effort to see Colton coming. The guy just oozed sex, at least in Damon’s opinion. And yet, the two had never even had the pleasure of working together. Based on what Damon saw of Colt’s work, he knew he needed to remedy this ASAP.

“Oh, I’m thirsty alright...” Damon purrs, smirking at the younger man as he accepts a water bottle, cold and refreshing in his hand. The younger blond himself was certainly like a river in a desert, with those bulging, rippling muscles of his. And he didn’t look quite as young when he did when he started anymore; what used to be softer, smooth planes were now rugged, defined edges. Simply put, he looked like a man now.

“I’ve been here for a while, yeah. My shift actually just ended, thank God. I’m feeling just about ready to confess my sins to a priest after all that groping... what about you, big guy? Enjoying some mild sexual harassment as well?”

[capsgrantrogers]

CHRIS EVANS ACE Universe (2021)

[damonsavage]

bryanxramon​:

“There is no way hell ill ever look better then you” He spoke with a smile as he settled into place next to him. He had to admit the two of them next to each other did make a good paring maybe the higher ups knew what they where talking about.  

He took a drink of water as he just relaxed away from the prying eyes of all the guest. He always knew people e got handsy once they saw you naked but to have so many in a row it was a lot for anyone to handle.  “Once when i first started back when i was like 20 but that was like 12 years ago now i think. I didn’t have the personality for it back then so ive been on flyer duty till now.” He spoke as he looked over at him. “I guess being in your 30s really helps you when you need to talk to people.”

—

“I wasn’t gonna say nothing, but... when you’re right, you’re right,” Damon says with a knowing —and cocky— smirk. Look, facts were facts. There was a reason Vortex was paying him to host this glorified petting zoo. As one of their marquee names, it was his responsibility to look good.

Damon looks at Bryan inquisitively. “Wait, how old are you?” he asks. In all of Bryan’s years working at Vortex, Damon never thought about the other’s age. “You’re seriously in your thirties? I thought you were, like, twenty-five tops. You bathe in virgins’ blood or something to look so young?”

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allenxhill​:

He accepts the hug, embracing Damon, burying his nose on his neck. “Don’t go making me promises.” He teases, planting a kiss on his neck, before letting go of him. Between the two of them, those were mostly jokes. Somehow, they hadn’t slept together, and now Allen kept that as a personal best, avoiding it to happen. 

“Great.” He smiled, and then raised his cup.

“Not even 3PM and I’m already tipsy.” He said like it was the best part of his day — and honestly, it was. “The only way to improve is by getting laid.” He added, loooking around, as if it was hunting season.

“Already? You becoming a lightweight in your old age, Hill?” asks Damon, playfully jabbing the other man in his —bulging, muscular— arm. Sometimes he looked at Allen and wondered what he would be like in bed, but by this point, that ship had probably long sailed. Probably.

Damon joins Allen in scoping out the surroundings. “What about that twink over there? You into twinks? I don’t remember you ever going for them now that I think about it—”

[gaygalore]

Alex Marte for Men At Play’s “Depraved” (2013)

[mancandykings]

CHRIS EVANS Rolling Stone Magazine 2016

[damonsavage]

smckexandxmirrcrs​:

The sigh Hades let’s out as Damon pulls his cock free is of relief. The man had honestly been hard since he began reviewing the newest cuts of film that would go up on the website that morning. He had sworn to himself he would get off after his meetings and paperwork - and now, here was the prettiest thing happy to help him relieve himself however he liked.

“I’m not alone in that endeavour.” He said, voice huskier as Damon’s fist wrapped around his sizeable uncut length, as he stroked, as he licked and pulled the head between his lips and teased. His head tipped back, a quiet grunt of pleasure leaving him. He was easy enough to let his sounds loose, but the free hand he had clenching the arm rest showed how he was holding back - stopping himself from taking Damon over his desk and having his way with him.

“Such a hot mouth.” He groaned, hips twitching into said heat. “Fucking Perfect, Damon.” He rasped.

Damon didn’t need the positive affirmation about his dicksucking ability —the plentiful moans of his past lovers already did the job there— but it did sound nice coming from Hades of all people. The man must have known a thing or two about a good blowkob, otherwise he wouldn’t have been heading a porn empire like Vortex. It was like Willy Wonka himself that you were good at making chocolate. (Damon wasn’t entirely sure if Willy Wonka was actually a real person.)

His head bobs gently atop Hades’s cock, getting the shaft nice and slick with his saliva as Damon sucks with just the right amount of pleasure, before pulling off with a distinct pop as he arrives back at the tip. “Fuck, you got a nice cock, Boss,” Damon chuckles, looking up at Hades before leaving a kiss at the slit, digging his tongue inside to get a taste of more pre-cum. “Maybe you got a career in porn yourself...”

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smckexandxmirrcrs​:

“Peter wouldn’t know excitement if it sprang from a man’s pants and hit him in the face.” Hades snarked, though he was smiling for good now. Back and forth with Damon was a lot easier than he had expected. For not knowing the man well before this meeting, the other was charming - moreso in person than on screen. It was surprising - other actors having a level of charm they turn on for the camera. It seemed Damon’s charm was all natural.

As Damon slinked closer, Hades settled lazily back in his chair, thighs spreading, lounging in every sense of the word - a royal atop his throne in the deepest heart of his kingdom. He regarded the other with hunger, heat dripping from every syllable as he responded:

“Often enough - usually with someone else’s mouth on me, not even close to comparing.” His hand cupped Damon’s jaw then, almost gentle, if not for the way he was tempted to hold and tug at the other’s beard. “I’ve seen your tapes - gotten off to them. I expect the same level of enthusiasm” He chuckled darkly, hand moving to thread through the other’s hair. “Maybe you’ll get a favour returned.” The promise hung in the air between them as Damon undid the fly of his slacks. He didn’t say or do anything other than hold the man’s hair, a constant reminder that Damon was only going as slow as he liked because Hades had the patience of a thousand men. The boss could pull him closer and force his way as soon as he wanted.

—

“Yeah? You beat your meat watching me get stuffed with cock?” Damon asks, a playful lilt in his voice as he spoke. “Don’t blame you. I’ve even done that myself... can’t help it if I’m picky with my wanking material,” he says, palming the erection in Hades’s pants with clear intention. It appeared he didn’t need to do this to get what he wanted now, but when in Rome, right...?

With a quick movement, Damon pulled Hades’s underwear down to his feet, revealing an impressive prick that laid hidden underneath his sensible pants, nearly slapping him in the face with it upon arrival. ‘Fuck, Boss, I was starting to wonder if that big dick energy you got was fake—” says Damon, starting to stroke him to fuller hardness. A vague glimpse of pre-cum forming at the tip was just too inviting for Damon to ignore. So without further hesitation, he dives his mouth onto the head of Hades’s cock, sucking gently to savor the taste of the glistening dick in his mouth —all without breaking eye contact with the man who held Damon’s career in his hands.