Introduction

A gay nineteen year old successfully breaks into porn, however he got a girl pregnant.

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Nineteen year old, Vehren Voegeli, is a gay omega man pursing porn as a career under the name, ‘Mars Aphoenix’. Quickly, he’ll become known in the sex industry, gaining a fanbase of millions and making serious money. He’ll party with celebrities, breaking way into mainstream news. He’s controversial and loved for it, but he can’t do it for long. His ex-girlfriend, Moeko Kaye Abe, is pregnant by him. He’s not ready to be a father, nor is he going to give up porn so easily.

Vehren gives himself until the end of her pregnancy to continue his growing career. There’s power to his name in the culture of porn, people respected his hustle and sexuality. He’ll fall in love with the freedom and make friends who seem to actually love him for him. Eventually, he’ll have to go back home to Michigan, and his freedom will die once his child is born. Unless Vehren finds another passion other than sex. The problem is, intense orgasms are all that Vehren feels. He’s empty and passionless otherwise, constantly bored with life while going through highs and lows. It’ll be difficult to break away from the only thing he truly wants to do.

Is porn a form of art? There’s a stigma around this question. Sex is considered private, not meant to be broadcasted. It’s frowned upon in the bible, special for a married couple to procreate a child. But you’ll hear suggestive lyrics on the radio or watch an intimate scene on screen. It’s difficult to avoid sex, banning education from school will not remove human curiosity. Even without the internet, sex is nature. There’s no sheltering human instinct.

We’ve always kept track of our sexual desires, through paintings, sculptures, literature, any way to portray art. So, if porn isn’t art, why not? We would never call a pornstar an artist, ever wonder why? Vehren Voegeli did, he questioned this for a while. He’s been tranced by porn since he was a child and never understood the secrecy.

There is a time and a place to talk about sex, but Vehren never had a chance for him to express himself. His parents never gave him “the talk” and Vehren never dared to ask his father any questions after the death of his mother. Whenever a suggestive scene was on, his father would either skip it or cut the movie off. There was a lock on the computer, but Vehren found a way around it. His curiosity never subsided. Eventually, he’ll explore.

This is the story about, not a pornstar, but an artist. Someone who went to explore his sexuality and discovered a whole life he never knew he could reach. Fame, wealth, fans, and confidence, he manages to obtain it all. But at what cost? His dream was to be a successful artist and answer his burning questions. He’ll only end up with more in the end. At least he’ll have fun on the way.

Welcome to the erotica of MARS.

Prologue: The Ceremony

♂♂Las Vegas. Nevada.

I was surprised when the host called my name. Spotlights land on my tan skin, it illuminates my team surrounding me. The whole room applauds, their claps echo through the massive hall. I stand up, revealing my cheetah print one-piece that clung to my body, and strut toward the stage.
My platform heels clack up the stairs. To the crowd, I flash my dazzling grill with a grin.

On stage, I stood next to Bella Cross, a veteran adult performer. “Congratulations, Mars.” Her pointed ears poke through her flat, blazing red hair. She smiles brightly, speaking over the applause, “You deserve this.” Bella kisses my cheek and hands me the award. A naked, silver man that has a slender body and long hair, it eerily looks similar to me. On the base is engraved, ‘Male Performer Of The Year’.

At the podium, I grin again and wave around the trophy. As the cheers die down, a man gets up from his seat in the back. I can’t see his face from the distance and lights shining in my eyes, but I could feel his presence. We stare at each other for a brief moment before he leaves.

“Thank you!” I catch onto the silence and put a smile back on my face. “This means a lot to me. I wouldn’t imagine I would win an award for what I do naturally.” I look at the small silver man. “I started this journey when I was nineteen. During the years, I’ve met a lot of wonderful people.” I face the group of females sitting around my seat. “My team, directors like Kirby Steve,” a nervous chuckle escapes my lips, “countless amazing performers, and my fans. People like you guys are helping to make the industry a better place. Thank you for this award.” The crowd erupts into another applause.