Let me introduce myself. My name is David Brazzo. I'm President of Top Stud Productions -- a gay porn video company that specializes in videos featuring the exploits of some of the hottest and best hung tops in the business. Our films are always from the perspective of the commanding tops who stuff their thick slabs of meat into the mouths of cocksuckers and up the asses of pussyboy bottoms. For several years we had been trying to lure the most famous top in the industry, porn superstar Jeff Stryker, away from his production company and onto our payroll; however, each effort was rebuffed by the big cocked megastud. Jeff has a keen business head and wasn't about to give up the control he enjoyed by switching to a relatively new video company. He called all the shots with his current company; made a good salary from his spectacular on screen efforts; and was simply unmoved by the offers we made to him through our attornies and business agents.
Not one to take "no" for an answer, I was determined to snag this hunk for our company, and launch Jeff Styker into a second, and even more profitable, new career as a gay porn star. Since the indirect approach had failed miserably, I decided that the direct approach would give me the best chance of convincing this monster-dicked stud to tear up his existing contract and to sign up with us. I believed that a face to face meeting had the greatest chance of success. Our stable of tops was quite impressive, but snagging Stryker and his enormous cock, would be the business coup of a lifetime.
I called Jeff personally at his production company; introduced myself as the president of the firm that had been unsuccessfully wooing him for the past few years. I asked if he was willing to have a face to face meeting with me so that I could make him an even more lucrative offer than any we had made before, an offer that I assured him would fatten his bank account and drive his millions of admirers into the heights of sexual joy.
He was polite and firm on the telephone as he once again expressed his decision to stay with his current production company, where he was in charge and where he answered to no one. Throughout our conversation I could detect an undertone of annoyance in his voice at the relentless way in which my company had pursued him over the past several years. As it became more obvious that my overtures were getting me nowhere, I became a bit desperate and decided to try to use Jeff's annoyance with me to my advantage.
"Listen, Jeff. I'll make you a deal. If you agree to come and spend the day with me and my associates at our studio touring our facilities, meeting some of our actors, and listening to our business proposition in detail, I'll agree to respect your wishes at the end of the day, no matter what they are. If you tell me that you aren't interested, then you'll never hear from me or my associates again. And to make sure that you are not inconvenienced by giving up a day, I'll wire $10,000 to your bank account as a consulting fee for your services that day. The $10,000 will be yours, whether you sign with us or not. What do you say?"
I could tell by his hesitation and the way that he groped for words that my unexpected offer had thrown him.
"Look Mr. Brazzo, I don't want you to waste your money. I know that my answer is still going to be "no;" so why should I waste your time and take your money? I have to admit, it's a very generous offer, but I'd feel like a thief if I accepted it knowing full well that I will turn you down at the end of the day," said Jeff.
"You're a class act, Jeff, but it's my money and my ego. I really believe that I can talk you into signing with us. Call me arrogant or call me foolish, but that $10,000 will be money well spent. What do you say? Indulge me? Take this as a challenge to take an arrogant bastard to the cleaners! What have you got to lose? I'll send a limo to your place next Wednesday morning. We'll pick you up; bring you to the studio; and I'll make my pitch. I'll have my accountant call your office later today to arrange for the cash transfer. You'll be $10,000 richer by the end of the day. How about it?"
"You are persistent Brazzo," chuckled Jeff as he finally succumbed to my offer. "I still feel like I'm ripping you off ..."
I cut him off before he could finish his sentence. "H 's that expression go, Jeff? A fool and his money are soon parted?" I laughed. "I'll be the fool, and you can have my money!"
"Okay, okay" laughed Jeff in a semi-exasperated manner. "I'll see you on Wednesday. Pick me up at 10:00 AM."
"Thanks, Jeff! If this works out, I'll add new zip to your career, wads of cash to your bank account, and millions of hard ons for your fans. See you Wednesday," I said as I hung up the phone.
"Millie," I shouted excitedly into my intercom. "Call Vlad, Mike, Nicky, Kevin, Duke, Murray, and Phil, and tell them to be in my office tonight at 8:00 PM sharp. Tell them we have a film to shoot and I need them tonight. Tell them its a big job and there's a fat bonus in it for everyone, that includes you too Millie," I said triumphantly as I flipped open a thick dossier containing scores of photographs of Jeff Strkyer; some of him alone proudly stroking his thick slab of meat; others showing his stiff boner stretching the lips of a male co-star, and still others of him penetrating the ass of another male with his trademark horsecock.
"Oh, yes my friend," I mused as my left hand began to rub the bulge in the center of my pants, "by this time next Wednesday, you are going to be the newest acquisition of Top Stud Productions," I said out loud as I stared into a particularly cocky pose of the famous stud with his big dick at full erection. "Only you aren't going to be one of our tops. No, my friend, you are going to be Top Stud Productions' new pussyboy. Enjoy your reign as King of the Tops while you can. After I get through with you, you're going to be Queen of the Bottoms," I continued as I lewdly stroked the hard dick imprisoned in my pants.
"Yup," I went on as I picked up another incredibly hot shot of Jeff with a full masted erection, "After Wednesday, the only time that big dick of yours is going to shoot a load of cum, is when you're on your knees sucking cock, or when your prostate is getting prodded by the head of dick that is plowing in and out of that hot ass of yours. You're about to become a cunt," I said as I traced his full lips on a closeup of his handsome face. "My cunt!"
Millie was successful in tracking down all of the guys for the evening meeting, although we had to delay the meeting until 8:45 PM to accomdate their schedules.
When the last two arrived, I closed the door to my office and reported that we were about to acquire the most famous top in gay porn. Holding up a large color photograph of a full frontal shot of a fully erect Jeff Stryker, I announced beaming proudly "this is the face of the latest acquisition of Top Stud Productions!"
"No way!"
"I don't believe it!"
"How'd you pull that off???"
"You're full of shit!"
"Yeah, right, in your dreams!" "What have you been smoking?" asked Vlad, a 26 year old, furry chested, well sculpted dark stud of Hungarian-Romanian heritage I had discovered in Europe, who had been the featured top in my two most recent films.
"Nothing Vlad," I laughed. "Nothing at all. I am completely serious about this. I want all of you guys set up and ready to film Jeff Stryker late afternoon next Wednesday. "You, Vlad, are about to become a gay porn superstar," I said looking at my swarthy hunk with pride. "You're going to make an incredibly hot movie with none other than this megastar, I said holding up another picture of Jeff Strkyer, this one showing Strkyer buttfucking Mike Henson.
"No way, David! There's no way that I'm letting Strkyer or anyone else shove his dick up my ass! I'm strictly a top! I don't suck cock, and nobody's dick get anywhere near my ass! I don't care how famous he is," Vlad snapped angrily.
I chuckled quietly to myself as I watched Vlad's reaction. I hadn't recruited Vlad, given him the nickname "Vlad the Impaler," --- after the nobleman on which the Dracula stories were based --- and featured him in my films just to have his image ruined by Jeff Stryker's ass spliting cock.
"Vlad, Vlad! Calm down! Jeff Strkyer isn't getting anywhere near your ass, unless he's on his knees kissing it or giving you a rim job. I said that you are going to become a gay porn superstar. Nobody gets to be a superstar by getting fucked by Strkyer. Hell, he's fucked scores of men. You, Vlad, are going to become a superstar by fucking Jeff Stryker. As a matter of fact, when this movie is released, you will be known throughout the adult film industry as the man who converted Jeff Strkyer into a bottom. Old monster dick is gonna be your personal pussyboy!" I announced to the stunned and disbelieving group.
"No fucking way!" snapped Murray. "I did some freelance work for Stryker's company a while back. Except for that brief scene where he had a dick in mouth for a few moments, that man is strictly a top. You're outta your mind if you think that Strkyer is going to spread his legs for Vlad here. No offense Vlad. I like you a great deal and really respect your acting skills and the way you use that dick, but Jeff Strkyer ain't gonna let you shove your dick up his ass!"
"Not only will Jeff Strkyer let our man Vlad stick his cock up his ass, Mr. Doubting Thomas" I sneered sarcastically, "Jeff's gonna beg Vlad to do it. As a matter of fact, not only will Vlad buttfuck Mr. Megadick, he's gonna do it bareback. That's right! No condom."
"Nahhh, no way!" said Duke as he shook his head in disagreement.
"Oh yes, he will," I declared as I walked around the group of shocked males. "But before we get to the assfucking scene where Jeff Strkyer lays on his back with his legs spread apart while our stud Vlad here busts his cherry, Jeff's gonna drop to his knees in front of my new discovery, Hector Ortiz. Stryker will lick his nuts, suck on his cock, and yes ladies and gentlemen, Jeff Strkyer is going to swallow his first load of nutsauce!" (I had discovered this incredibly handsome hunk, an Esai Morales look alike, working on a construction site when I was visiting Puerto Rico. This would be his film debut.)
"No fucking way!"
"He's going to swallow Hector's entire load," I proclaimed with an exaggerated flourish of my hands. "We're going to have an incredibly hot closeup of our Puerto Rican stud's dick spewing cum wads into the open mouth, and onto the tongue of the impossible to not recognize, Jeff Strkyer. And once our new cocksucker finishes swallowing Hector's load, we're going to pan back and show him wiping his dick off on Jeff's handsome face. The scene will end with the ex-top Jeff Strkyer kissing and licking Hector's cockhead in gratitude! But that scene is going be mild compared to the one in which Vlad buttfucks Jeff and shoots a full cum load into Stryker's ass! We are gonna make a fortune!"
"How the fuck did you pull that off? asked Murray in utter amazement.
"That's strictly between Jeff and I. But rest assured, Top Stud Productions is going to be producing a whole series of "Jeff Stryker Pussyboy" films over the next several weeks," I continued as I swaggered before the seven stupified males.
"Every gay man has had the fantasy of topping Jeff Strkyer. He is the epitome of the hot, dominant top. Well, my friends, Jeff Stryker has made his last film as a top. We are going to transform him from the world's most famous top, into the world's most infamous bottom. Over the next few weeks Jeff Strkyer is going to swallow more cum than that that big dick of his has shot in every movie he every made! He's gonna learn to use that bubble butt to please our Top Stud tops better than Joey Stefano did in all the film he every made, and Joey Stefano knew how to milk a cock with his ass!
"The covers of our videos are going to have close ups of Jeff Strkyer's handsome face covered in hot mansauce! We're going to have awesome shots of Jeff's tongue buried in the ass of every one of our stars! He's going to spend so much time on his knees or on his back that guys are going to have a hard time remembering what he looked like standing up!" I continued.
"We're even planning a special edition of Pussyboy Magazine in which Jeff Strkyer demonstrates the proper way to worship a stud's balls. One of our best sellers is probably going to be the video we've tentatively entiled "Fill Er Up," a sort of cum swallowing marathon in which a whole slew of guys try to fill up Jeff's stomach with cum. I'm working out the math right now as to how many guys I'm going to need to fill our new cocksucker up. I suspect we're going to have to recruit a bunch of extra's to help supply as that semen for our new cum pig," I said as I ran guess-timates through my mind.
"You'll be the most famous porn producer in the world, if you can pull this off," declared Murray. "I'm still going to have to see it to believe it."
"Don't worry," I announced proudly. "By this time Wednesday, every one of you will be a believer. "And as a special momento of the spectacular milestone in gay porn history, I've arranged for each of you to be sucked off, and swallowed by Jeff Strkyer, when we're done filming!"
My seven associates were dumbstruck as the full meaning of what I had just announced began to sink in. Only unintelligible groans and gasps came from them.
"Now, get the hell out of here. We have work to do. I want each of you to take home one of those seven boxes in the corner of the room," I said pointing to the left. "Each box contains a large collection of Jeff Strkyer videos, magazine spreads, interviews, and transcripts from his films. I want you to study everything in the collection. I want you to memorize his lines, study his technique, sensitize yourself to his attitude, and concentrate on his cockiness. Our goal is to completely transform Jeff Strkyer into his polar opposite. We can best do that by turning all of the characteristics which have made him into the world's greatest top against him while we convert him into the world's lowest bottom!" I concluded.
"And Jeff Stryker has agreed to this?" Murray asked.
I looked him directly in the eye and said "Yes."
"I'll believe it when I see it," Murray replied
"You'll believe it he when drops to the floor and blows you!" I laughed. "Now get out of here and start studying that Strkyer material. There's a lot of money riding on this. You help me do a good job on putting together the Strkyer Pussyboy series, and I'll make sure that each of you gets a nice fat bonus, along with a blowjob from Jeff himself!"
As my seven associates left the office for the night, I once again began to thumb through the incredibly erotic photographs in the Stryker dossier. "You don't know it yet my friend," I mused as I held up a magnificent side view of Jeff with his awesome cock at full mast, "but you're going to make me a very rich man -- not that you're going to have any say in the matter," I laughed. "But after Wednesday, you're life will never be the same again. You're going down Jeff Stryker, both figuratively and literally. And I'm the man who's gonna take you down. But, I'm going to need a little help ..." I said to myself as I reached over for my directory of telephone numbers and began to flip through it.
"Ah, here it is. Let's see its only 9:45 PM, he'll definitely be awake," I thought as I began to dial.
"Hey Rafael! How the hell are you? Been fucking anyone interesting lately? Heh, heh. Listen I need a favor. Remember that awesome South American date-rape drug you told me about last year? Is that what it's called --- Burundanga?' It comes from what plant, borrachera?' Tasteless? Oderless? I see. How fast? Immediately! What's the delivery system? Food, uh huh. In a drink. Cigarette? Yes I see. Airborne too? Wow! How long does it last? Days?!!??! Oh, up to several. I see. Smaller doses? Uh huh. Loss of will; won't remember. Submissive? Now you're talking. How submissive? Really? Awesome! What about sex? Great! Inhibitions? Can't say no?' Extremely suggestible? Sex acts without consent or full knowledge?" Really? Powerless to resist? Dreamlike? Any risks? Death! Damn! Control the dosage ... I see. About the sex ... Uh, huh, ummmm. What? She blew your dog! No!!! Get the fuck outta here! Really? Lifeguard? He took it up the ass? Ahhh, hah, hah, hah! Sore? I'll bet! Couldn't figure it out! Great! How do I get my hands on some? Uh, huh. I see. Really? Thanks a lot! I owe you bigtime, Rafael. Listen, what are you doing next Wednesday night? Well, if you'd like to get sucked off, stop by the office after 10:00 PM if you don't mind sloppy seconds. Can't tell you yet, but you'll recognize the cocksucker as soon as you walk into the office. Great! Thanks again. I'll pick it up tomorrow. Don't forget the blowjob offer. Take care. Nite."
"Yesssssss!!!! I yelled as I hung up the phone and snatched a close up picture of Jeff's face which prominently featured his famous, round ass, "You and your sweet little ass are mine!" Later I spent an hour and a half on the Internet reading everything that I could find about Burundanga. Everything that Rafael had said about the stuff was corroborated several times over.
The next morning I stopped by Rafael's office and picked up a small packet filled with a light yellow powder. He refused to take any money for it, but did try to get me to give up the name of the person who was going to suck him off. I resisted all of his efforts at getting me to disclose the name, but assured him that he would be pleasantly surprised. (If he had slipped me a bit of the Burundanga I not only would have told him that his cocksucker was going to be Jeff Stryker, I wouldn't have even remembered telling him!) Once I had my supply of Burundanga I knew that the only thing that could save Jeff Stryker would be a no-show on his part. I was pretty certain that the ten grand I deposited in his bank account would insure that would not happen.
I then spent the next few days lining up Jeff's co-stars, arranging for film crews, reserving facilities for sets, sketching plot outlines for each of the "Jeff Stryker Pussyboy" films I had planned, and laying the groundwork for subjugating, controlling and exploiting that magnificent stud. By Tuesday afternoon everthing was in place. In less than 24 hours, the most famous top in gay porn -- the incredibly handsome, extremely well hung, muscular stud Jeff Stryker -- would become gay porn's most submissive bottom -- a cock sucking, cum swallowing, anal passive pussyboy, totally under my control and absolutely incapable of refusing any demand that I or my actors made.
I could barely sleep that night as I thought about what was going to happen the next day. I was plagued by a raging hard on which begged to be satisfied; but with the help of several cold showers, a stiff belt of vodak, and sheer will power, I resisted. The load I was building up was reserved for Jeff, and nothing was going to stop me from giving it to him.
I got to the office around 8:30 AM the next day in order to go over my plans one more time before Jeff arrived. At a few minutes after 10:00 AM my cellphone rang. It was the limousine driver calling to let me know that he had picked up Stryker and they would be arriving in approximately 30 minutes. Those would be the longest 30 minutes of my entire life!
When the limo finally pulled up in front of my office, I bounded out the door and reached the limousine just as my prey was exiting the vehicle. The sight of this magnificent hunk so close almost took my breath away! Those dark eyes; his thick head of hair; those full lips which I intended to have wrapped around my cock; the little cleft in his chin; and the light five o'clock shadow just screamed masculinity! He was wearing tight, faded blue jeans, which nicely emphasized his muscular frame while drawing one's attention to the large bulge in front. His shirt was also made of denim, but was of a lighter weight than his jeans. It was loose fitting and unbuttoned at the top giving me a quick glimpseof the top of his smooth, tanned chest. He was the archetype of a confident, hot top, who was ready to fuck. I started to get hard the moment I laid eyes on him.
"Jeff, I am really glad that you could make it. Welcome to Top Stud Productions. I'm David Brazzo," I said grasping his hand and shaking it. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I hope that the limousine met with your approval."
His handshake was firm and confident. "It's nice to meet you David," said Jeff looking directly into my eyes, almost as if to size me up. "This still is a bit bizarre to me. I still feel like I'm ripping you off of $10,000, because you know ..."
"Don't worry about it," I said cutting him off in mid-sentence. "It's a worthwhile investment. It's giving me the chance to try my formidable skills of persuasion on an incredibly resolute individual. I still think that by the end of the day, you'll agree to come work for me, but even if I fail completely, it will be money well spent. Hell, I may not get a new star for Top Stud Productions out of this, but I may end up a new friend," I said grinning from ear to ear.
A broad smile broke out across Jeff's handsome face. "Okay David. It's your money. I'm yours for the day," he said not having a clue as to how much I planned to make him mine for the day. "Lead the way."
We spent the next 45 minutes in my office getting acquainted. We talked a bit about Top Stud Productions, but I made sure that the subject we talked most about was Jeff himself. We discussed his career; how he was discovered; his films; how he acquired his image as the consumate top; the various stars he had topped in his pictures, and even the lawsuit he filed over the marketing of his world-famous dick. (Jeff sued the manufacturer and distributer of a rubberized "Jeff Stryker Cock and Balls" claiming that the company he ripped him off. The suit was settled out of court when the company paid Jeff $25,000.)
He relaxed noticably as the conversation veered away from my job offer and concentrated on him and his career. He sat back in a chair in my office, stretched his legs outwards, and chatted amiably. We had just finished talking about the "Jamie Loves Jeff" films he had done with Jamie Summers, when I announced that my throat was parched and could use something to drink.
I got on the intecom and called my secretary Millie. "Millie, what do we have in the fridge to drink?" I asked.
She responded with a decent list of soft drinks, wine coolers, beer, waters, and fruit juices. She also said that the coffee was fresh, and that she could brew a cup of tea in a few minutes. I looked at Jeff and asked "What'll you have?" He hesitated for a moment and then replied "icewater."
"Did you get that Millie?" I asked.
"Yes I did Mr. Brazzo."
"Great. I'd like a Coke please," I said. "Would you please bring in that container of nuts too? Thanks!"
A few minutes later Millie came through the door carrying a tray. On it was a tall glass of ice water; a tall class of Coca Cola, and a half a pound of mixed, roasted nuts in a cut glass bowl. She set it down on the end table next to Jeff Strkyer's chair, turned around and said "enjoy." As she was leaving I caught her hand and said "Not so fast Millie. I want you to meet someone. Jeff, this is my right arm and the soul of our company, Millie. Millie, meet Jeff Stryker the most famous male star in the business."
"Oh, I know who Mr. Stryker is," said Millie as she extended her hand. "Pleased to meet you," she said. "Don't let David talk your ear off."
"Thanks for the advice, Millie" Jeff responded as he shook her hand. "Thanks for the drink," he said as he picked up the glass of ice water and took a nice swig."
"You're welcome Mr. Stryker," replied Millie as she turned and headed for the door. "If you need a refill, just buzz me" she said as she left the room and closed the door behind her.
As I turned away from Millie and looked back at Jeff, I noticed that he had an odd expression on his face. It was almost as if he had lapsed into a trance. Could the Burundanga have kicked in that swiftly, I began to wonder. As part of my plan to to take control over the big dicked stud who now sat motionless before me, I had brought in a small, portable refridgerator the night before. I had loaded it with all sorts of drinks and beverages, each of which I had carefully spiked with the light yellow powder that Rafael had given me. The powder disvolved rapidly and left no visible change in the beverages. I told Millie that Jeff Stryker had an idiosycrancy about what he ate and drank, and that I had stocked the refridgerator just for him. No one was to touch any of the items reserved for Mr. Stryker. I told Millie to take whatever beverage I asked for from the regular refridgerator, while making sure that whatever Jeff Stryker ordered came from the portable unit. He had just ingested a nice load of Burundanga - laced ice water. And from the look on his face, it seemed that the claim to almost instantaneous results may have been true.
"Jeff? Jeff? Are you okay?" I asked. "Look at me Jeff," I said. "Turn your head and look at me."
His head slowly turned until he was facing me.
"Take another sip of your water, Jeff," I said staring directly into his eyes. Once again he complied and took a sip of spiked water.
I was definitely beginning to get excited.
Getting a bit bolder, but still uncertain of myself, I looked at him and said: "You look uncomfortably warm, Jeff. Unbutton your shirt and cool off a bit."
Sure enough, his hand went to the top button of his shirt and unbuttoned it. Moments later the last button was removed and I was staring at the center of his firm stomach and his smooth, muscular pecs. I could even see a little bit of his left nipple just under the fold of his shirt.
Becoming increasingly emboldened, I stood up; walked over to where he was sitting and softly stroked his left cheek. Discovering no resistance to this uninvited physical contact, I gently grasped his chin; lifted his head upwards and began to slowly rub my thumb across his lips. "Open your mouth a little bit, Jeff," I said as I moved the tip of my thumb to the center of his lips and slowly moved it forward. A fraction of a second later three quarters of my thumb was wedged inside of Jeff Strkyer's mouth. Looking directly into the muscular stud's gorgeous brown eyes I said quietly by firmly "suck my thumb." The words were no sooner out of my mouth when I felt Jeff Stryker begin to nurse on my thumb!
Ecstatic with my initial success, I said "keeping sucking on it, Jeff" while simultaneously thrusting my free hand under the flap of his open shirt. Once inside I began to gently caress his firm pecs, and delicately play with his nipples. A low, almost inaudible groan escaped from him, but he never stopped sucking on my thumb while my hand continued to roam over his chest. After a few moments, I withdrew my hand; pulled my thumb out of his mouth; walked over and locked the door; and told Millie over the intercom to hold all calls and to leave us undisturbed until told otherwise by me. I was now ready to begin exploring Jeff Stryker and transforming him into Top Stud Productions' pussyboy bottom.
I began the process by sitting down in my chair; telling Jeff to stand up; and then directing him to slowly remove his clothing without taking his eyes off of me. He took about five minutes to strip down completely, but those were five minutes that I enjoyed immensely. He first removed his shirt, giving me a nice view of his spectacular torso. Next came the running shoes and socks -- a rather difficult feat since he could not take his eyes off of me. Once this was done those tight fitting blue jeans were unzipper, unbuckled, removed, and tossed aside. Next came his tight underwear, but I stopped him just before he was going to pull them off.
"Stop Jeff! I want you to rip your underwear off. Don't pull them down. Put your hands in the fly and rip them apart," I directed. It wasn't long before those powerful muscles, which he had been working on ever since he was 11 years old, made short work of his underwear. Even the reinforced elastic waistband was no match for the powerful Stryker muscles.
"Now, before you toss those underwear aside, I want you to put them up to your face and breath through them. That's right Jeff. Lift them up to your nose and take a deep breath. Excellent! You're doing very well," I said as I watched the hot looking hunk obediently sniff his own shorts. "Okay, Jeff. You can toss them aside. Now come over here to me and sit on my lap.
He immediately threw the shorts over his shoulder and headed towards me. When he got in front of my seat, I patted my left thigh and said "Come and sit on daddy's lap. You've been a good boy. Come on. Sit down." Seconds later I had a magnificently put together specimen of nude male muscle sitting on my lap.
"That's a good boy," I said as I cradled his head in my right arm and began to gently caress his face, chest, belly and thighs with my right hand. As I made long sweeping strokes the length of his awesome body, I twisted his head towards mine and said "Let's give daddy as kiss. You've been a very good boy. You deserve a kiss," I continued as I pressed my lips to his and began to kiss him, never stopping my light caressing of his smooth skin. Still taking the initiatve and very much the assertive one in the kissing ritual, I slowly inserted my tongue into his mouth and began to explore it. He moaned a bit and passively accepted this invasion of his oral cavity. I took my pleasure with him for seven or eight minutes, totally dominating his mouth with my tongue, and never stopping my hand's light exploration of his torso and abdomen. A couple of times the downward sweep of my hand was interrupted by the firm head of his penis. The kissing and caressing had awakened the monster cock, and it was now engored to its full glory.
I finally broke off my lingual assault on his mouth and told him to stand up. He was a magnificent sight to behold. His face was flushed from our make out session and that big dick of his stuck out of his scupltured body like a fucking cannon! I ordered him to turn around until the incredible Stryker ass came into view. A simple "stop" brought this hitherto swaggering, in-charge male to a standstill. I just sat there and looked at that firm muscular ass which had so tantalized untold numbers of hot, lust-crazed males. It was truly a work of art, with its two perfectly symmetrical globes of muscle; its flawlessly smooth surface; and its tight crevice which led to the sacred virginal portal of which thousands of males had fantasized about penetrating. I gently caressed each cheek and then slowly seperated them until that object of so many men's desires came into view. I stared at the ring of muscle and mused that this little barrier was the last line of defense for this hunk's remaining a top. I moistened my index finger, brought it up against the very center of Jeff's muscular guardian and began a slow circular movement while subtlety increasing the pressure against this final guardian of Jeff's masculinity.
And what a guardian it was! "Jeff Stryker's reputation as a powerful top would not be taken away without a fight," I thought as I continued probing his defenses. But there is no such thing as an unbreachable barrier, and after another prolonged period of gradually increasing the pressure that my finger was exerting against his formidable sphincter, even that powerful muscle began to yield. As I felt the muscular door begin to give way, I increased the force that I was exerting against it. A short move forward by my finger accompanied by a gasp from the captive stud, told me that penetration had been successful.
My nvasion of Jeff's nether region came to an abrupt halt when my knuckle was stopped dead in its track by his still fiercely resilient sphincter. I kept the tip of my finger inserted in his ass for almost a minute marvelling all the while at the incredible tightness of the muscle that was clamped around it. I could only imagine what it would feel like if Jeff's rosebud were clamped around my cock.
Although I really would have loved finger fucking my new sex toy until he shot a load of goo out of that massive tool of his, I reminded myself that finger fucking Jeff was not a part of my original plan. I reluctantly removed by finger from his butt and told him to take two steps forward. Once he was clear I got out of my chair, moved to the other side of the room and called to him. "Jeff, come over here and stand in front of me," When he was directly in front of me, I looked him in the eye and said: "I want you to undress me. Take each piece of clothing off one at a time; fold it nicely, and put it on my desk. You can start with my shoes and socks," I said. "Get down on your knees, Jeff. It will makeit easier to take off the shoes."
A few second later I was looking down onto the top of the thick brown hair of Jeff Stryker as he went about complying with my order. Looking down atJeff Stryker's head was something that I hoped to repeat many, many, many times.
After removing my shoes and socks, Jeff began to stand up, but I interrupted him. "Whoa Jeff. Do me a favor. Stay down there for a second. I want you to suck my toes. Suck my toe, Jeff," I said as I lifted my right foot to his face and began wedging my big toe in between his sensuous lips. Once again, his compliance was instantaneous. "What an incredible power trip!" I thought as I watched the envy of males all around the world, slavishly sucking away on my big toe. The hunk who had been the most formidable top in gay porn was now on his knees sucking on my foot! It was hard to believe it was happening,
I let Jeff continue to service my toe for a few more minutes, calmly studying his handsome face as he suckled away. "Okay; Jeff. You can stop sucking my toe for now. There will be plenty of opportunities for you to suck on things in the future. Right now the only thing that matters to you is to finish undressing me. You're going to be undressing a lot of guys from now on, Jeff. This will be good practice," I said as I watched my now submissive stud remove my toe from his mouth. "Yes Jeff, you're going to be taking care of a lot of males," I said as he began to remove my shirt. "It's important that you learn how to do it properly, starting with the simple things such as undressing a man you want to please."
It wasn't too long before Jeff had me stripped down to nothing but my underwear. Unlike the tight white ones that Jeff had torn off himself, I was wearing a pair of boxer shorts -- shorts that were tenting outward from the straining boner trapped beneath them. As Stryker was reaching for the waistband of my boxers, I clasped his hands; looked directly into his eyes and said, "Not yet. You need to be on your knees whenever you remove the underwear of a hot stud. Do you understand me Jeff? It's important that you understand what your proper place is when you are about to reveal the most important part of a man's body," I continued staring intensely into the stud's eyes. "That part of a male's anatomy -- his dick -- is going to become the center of your life, Jeff," I continued as I placed my hands on his shoulders and gently pushed downwards.
"You belong on your knees, Jeff" I reminded him as he immediately responded to my downward pressure. "Very good, my boy, very good." I repeated as he knelt in front of me.
"Now Jeff, before you remove my underwear, and are allowed to see my cock, I want you to show me how much you need that cock. Move your head forwards Jeff" I continued as I began a gentle pressure on the back of the megastar's thickly haired head. "Now stick your tongue inside of the opening at the front of my shorts. That's right, Jeff" I said with a tone of encouragement and approval as the rapidly capitulating top obediently extended his tongue. "Now, can you feel that hard, hot wonderful thing that's touching the end of your tongue, Jeff? Can you feel it? Do you know what that is Jeff? It's a cock, Jeff. That's a real man's cock. That's what you need, Jeff. Your life will not be complete unless you have a steady supply of cock. Show me how much you need my cock, Jeff. Get that tongue of yours going. Lick my cock, Jeff. Lick daddy's big dick, Jeff."
And sure enoughthe entire length of my incredibly hard penis was soon being bathed and lapped by none other than Jeff Strkyer. The very Jeff Stryker who had so dominated his male co-stars in his porno flicks; the gay male's ideal of a complete top; was now on his knees before me, lapping away at my dick! Once again, it was fucking awesome!
Afraid that I would not be able to hold off from ejaculating, I pulled Jeff's head back, ending the tongue bath he was giving my dick. "Okay, Jeff. You can stop now and take off daddy's shorts. But don't use your hand, Jeff. Daddy wants you to use your teeth. That's right, snag the waistband with your teeth and pull downwards. Very good Jeffy. Very good. Look you can see all the nice hair around daddy's dick. See that thick stalk? That's the base of your daddy's cock Jeff. In a few minutes those thick lips of your will be buried in that hair and wrapped around that thick stalk. Keep on pulling. See, there's ever more of daddy's shaft. That's what tasted so good when you had your tongue in daddy's underwear. Now you can see what made your tongue so happy. Bet you can't wait to taste daddy's dick again. Now keep on pulling. We're almost there."
"Bingo!" I exclaimed as my cockhead cleared the waistband of my boxers and my stiff rod stapped to attention. "You can use your hands now, Jeff. Pull daddy's shorts down to his feet, and toss them over towards my clothes. You don't have to fold them. We have more important things to do."
Once he had removed my boxers I stepped forward, bringing my crotch, balls and cock right smack into the center of his field of vision. "Taking care of these is the most important thing in your life Jeff. Now look up at me Jeff Stryker," I said firmly. "Now pucker your lips into a tight "o." I said. "That's very good" I said approvingly as I watched those lips I had alway craved pucker up.
"Now stay very still, because daddy is about to give you one of the greatest presents you will ever receive," I said as I pressed down on the base of my cock until it was perpendicular with my abdomen, and aimed directly at Jeff's tightly pursed lips. Slowly moving foward I brought the bullet shaped head of my rigid boner a fraction of an inch away from the very center of the hot stud's waiting lips. A slight thrust forward brought the head of my hard cock into contact with every edge of Jeff's tightly circled lips -- a kind of penis top for Jeff's decanter lips. Another slight nudge forward began the actual penetration of Jeff Strkyer's mouth.
The view from my perspective was spectacular! My cock formed a hard flesh connection between me and the submissive stud who knelt below. It reminded me of those newscasts where they show an inflight refueling between a airborne tanker and a jet. I was the tanker plane, loaded with white, hot fuel, while Jeff was the jet plane which desperately needed to be filled up with the special male fuel.
Starring down intensely I began a slow continuous push forward. It was an unbelievable turn on to watch as more and more of my cock pushed past Stryker's shaft clutching lips and disappeared into his hot, warm mouth. It was as if Styker's conversion into a bottom was occuring in sync with my penetration of his mouth. As more and more of my cock slid inexorably past his lips, he sank deeper and deeper into the depths of the bottoms. I was actually witnessing the systematic overthrow and transformation of the world's greatest top. As I felt my cockhead begin to descend down Jeff's throat, and when I finally felt my hair pubes collide with those sensuous lips, I believed that by the time my associates and I were through with Jeff Stryker, his conversion into a cock hungry pussyboy would be complete and irreversible.
Firmly under the control of the Burundanga the now subservient Jeff Stryker just knelt passively as my dick slid across his tongue and wedged itself in his throat. As a looked down on him I started to chuckle because my cock was so deep inside of him that from above it looked like he had sprouted a pubic hair mustache. I could only imagine what a picture of that would do to Jeff's image of the hot stud in control.
"Okay Jeff," I said quietly. "You've made daddy very happy. Now its time for us to make you happy. Daddy's going to make you happy by letting you suck on his dick. That's right, Jeff. This is a very special day for you. Only very special people are allowed to suck on daddy's thick, hard, cock. And you are one of those special people. So start sucking on daddy's big dick, just like you sucked on his big toe. Make sure that you keep your lips together really tight, and rub your tongue all around daddy's big dick while you are sucking on it. You do this right, Jeff, and daddy will give you a special treat."
"Very good Jeff," I said as the handsome male sex god began sucking me off. "Whoa, yes, Jeff. You're making daddy feel soooo good," I moaned as I felt his lips tighten around my shaft and his tongue begin to explore it.
"Now, Jeff, there's one more thing that you need to do to make daddy really happy. Start moving you head back and forth like this," I said as I grasped the sides of his head and started him pistoning up and down the length of my hard shaft.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that's right, baby. Suck on daddy's big dick. You do it so well," I said as beamed triumphantly above my conquest. "That's got to be the best thing that you ever tasted in you life. If you do a good job sucking off daddy, he'll make sure that you get to suck it anytime that you want."
"While you down there giving daddy a blow job, Jeff, why don't you use your hands to explore and stroke daddy's hot male body. If you're going to be a great cocksucker, you're going to have to really get to know what a man's body feels like and how to please a man. Go ahead Jeff. Get those hands into action. Feel daddy up. Feel my hard muscles. Feel my hairy legs. Feel my balls Jeff. There busy at work making you a nice treat. So stroke them gently. Don't forget daddy's tummy or his chest. Reach up and explore me, Jeff. Make daddy feel wonderful."
I was really getting off on the degree to which the Burundanga had wiped out the hot top's inhibitions. In his entire career the mightly Jeff Stryker had always been the one calling the shots; the hot stud in charge; the top; the "man" in the relationship. Even the one scene in "Powerfull II: The Return" where Jeff was actually filmed with a dick in his mouth, it was made abundantly clear that he was still the all-powerful, in charge top. The recipient of Jeff's oral attention was Jeff's lover. And right after Jeff gave the guy a little thrill with a brief attempt at giving head, Jeff stopped sucking, flipped his lover over, ripped the guy's underwear to pieces, and then screwed the hell out of his lover's ass. Jeff Stryker would never have consented to play the role of a submissive cocksucker. Now, thanks to the help of the Burundanga, I had Jeff submissively on his knees; slobbering away on my cock; and running his hands all over my body. Tens of thousands of males would pay big bucks to see him do this on film.
All throughout the blowjob I kept up a steady stream of chatter designed to encourage him at what he was doing and to reinforce the message that his proper place in the male pecking order was at the bottom. I had no idea if such a strategy would have an affect on him after the Burundanga wore off, but it was a hell of a personal turn on for me to be saying it to someone who less than two hours before had been the supreme top of gay porn.
"Jeff's making his daddy feel really great. Oh, Jeff's mouth is wonderful. Jeff really knows how to suck on daddy's dick. Jeff is the world's greatest cocksucker. Mmmmmmm, Jeff's mouth was made to suck dick. Jeff looks sooooo good down on his knees giving his daddy a blowjob. Yes, Jeff looks so handsome with daddy's big dick in mouth. Jeff will look handsome with anyone's dick in his mouth. Jeff loves a hard cock in his mouth. Jeff would rather have a hairy dick in his mouth more than anything else in the whole world, wouldn't he?" I asked in an almost mantra like cadence.
"Now Jeff, it's almost time for the special treat that daddy promised you." I said as I felt myself approaching the point of no return. For an inexperienced cocksucker, Jeff Stryker was doing a hell of a good job. The guys who were slated to fack fuck him in our "Jeff Stryker Pussyboy" film series would definitely appreciate his talent.
"Suck harder on daddy's dick Jeff, and start moving your face faster as you bob up and down on daddy's dick. Don't stop licking daddy's dick with your tongue Jeff. Daddy's almost ready to give you that special treat," I gasped as it became more and more difficult to hold off my orgasm.
"Stop sucking Jeff!" I snapped as I desperately tried to hold off cumming. "Open your mouth really wide, and stick your tongue out! Now!!!!" I barked as I pulled my dick out of his mouth and began beating off. "Open wide, Jeff! Open wide you little cocksucker! Daddy's gonna cum! This is for you son, unhhhhhhhhh" I groaned as I went over the edge into one of the most intense orgasms of my entire life.
My whole body shook and spasmed as white lava erupted from my cock and hurled towards Jeff Stryker's open maw and handsome face. The long, stringy wads of cum instantly covered the short distance between my semen spewing urethra and Jeff, splattering his face, tongue, lips, eyes, and hair with my gooey white mansauce. I had intended to dump my entire load on top of his tongue, but the intensity of my orgasm caught me completely by surprise. It was all that I could do to just to keep my cum spouting dick aimed at his face, let alone attempting to direct its entire output onto his tongue.
The euphoric wave that hit me as I hosed the kneeling sex god with my cum was so powerful that if I hadn't steadied myself on his brawny shoulder with my free hand, I might have lost my balance, pitched forward and landed on him!
When my orgasm finally subsided, I released my grip on Jeff's shoulder, caught my breath, and just looked down on him. It was a sight to behold! The bulk of my load hand landed on the region of Stryker's face located just south of the bridge of his nose, and slightly north of that cute chin cleft. Since he was able to open his mouth in time, a considerable portion of my baby making sauce was clearly visible inside of Jeff's hitherto untouched-by-semen mouth. I could see a decent sized accumulation of the white stuff pooling on the center-right part of tongue, surrounded by randomly distributed droplets on that muscle which moments before had been licking away at my cock. A semen stalagtite hung frozen in the air from his full upper lip, while both the upper and lower lips were heavily saturated with splotches of my cum.
As one looked further away from the epicenter of the semen explosion which had given Jeff Strkyer his first taste of another man's cum, you could see droplets, streaks and a few flowing rivulets of the sperm laden substance my cock unloaded onto this crumbling top stud. His cheeks were also flecked with droplets of my -- with the emphasis on "my" -- semen which glistened as they reflected the light from the office. Several beads of semen had already merged together and the resulting white mass was flowing southward in the natural channel formed by the cleft in Jeff's chin.
Looking even further away from my cum explosion's ground zero, I could plainly see the effects of the loss of control I experienced when I began ejaculating onto my soon to be pussyboy. He had dick snot in his right eyebrow. Several good sized wads had landed to his brow. Some of the more erratically shot cum bombs were forming clumps in his lush, dark hair. A few flecks of the precious substance had landed on his chest, abdomen and thighs. And one errant drop had actually landed on the famous Strkyer dick!
I never felt more powerful, self-assured or cocky in my life! I felt life a sports competitor who had stolen a world championship title from the reigning champ! I just stood there, basking in the glow of my victory over the hottest stud in the world, who knelt in abject submissiveness before me, splattered and defiled by my semen. There was only one more insult to be added before my morning victory of Jeff Stryke could be complete.
"Swallow my load, Jeff!" I commanded triumphantly. "Eat daddy's dick sauce. I told you daddy would give you a reward for being a good little cocksucker. It's in your mouth Jeff. Swallow it!"
I could barely contain myself as I watched the renown Jeff Stryker obediently gulp down his first meal of dick sauce -- my dick sauce!
"Very good Jeff. See how wonderful that tastes. We don't want to waste any of it, do we?" I asked as I hunched down closer to his level and began gathering up the globs of my cooling ejaculate with my finger.
"Here's some more for you Jeff," I said as I stuffed my semen coated fingertip into his mouth. "Lick it off. Aaaah, that's a good boy. Here's some more," I continued as I scrapped more of my thickening goo off of his face and transferred it to his mouth. I had to admit that I was quite amused to be inches away from Jeff's face watching him obediently eat ever drop of semen that I presented to him. There was nothing that I could command, request or suggest that he do, that my soon to be puzzyboy bottom would not do I realized as I watched him slurp down another finger full of my jizz. The Burundanga had exceeded my wildest expectations.
Looking into his eyes I said softly, "This is just the beginning, my faggot friend. I have a lot of plans for you -- plans that will satisfy your craving for cock, and that will make all of us a lot of money." Mussing his hair, I stood up, grabbed his hand, pulled my big-dicked conquest to his feet and pushed him ahead of me towards my private bathroom. "We got to get you cleaned up for your next performance," I said grabbing that beautiful ass of his with my hand. "We've got a lot of movies to make, and I've got to make you presentable for when you meet your new co-stars."
As I closed the bathroom door behind us, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I couldn't wipe the smile off of my face!
I spent the next fifteen minutes sponge cleaning Top Stud Productions' new star bottom of all traces of my love juice; telling him how good he had been; how happy he had made me; how happy he was going to when he did the same for his new co-stars; and reminding him that was had just transpired was strictly our secret. It was a bit difficult since I hadn't planned on cleaning Jeff up in my office. I had assumed that all of my load would have been deposited in his mouth; but then how does the old saying go? Improvise; adjust; adapt! Although none of my cum hand landed anywhere near his back, I did not miss the opportunity to once again explore that exquisite Stryker ass. As I rubbed his firm, smooth cheeks, and grabbed hanfuls of solid Stryker ass, I whispered in his ear that by the end of the day he would experience pleasure and joy on a scale he had never imagined possible. I told him how he was going to meet an unbelievably masculine hunk maded Vlad, who was going to do to Jeff what Jeff had done to Mike Henson and so many of other gay male porn stars.
"You've really cheated yourself all these years, Jeff," I whispered as I massaged his two muscular slabs. "For some strange reason you have been operating under the mistaken idea that it is better to fuck an ass, then to get fucked up the ass," I said as I once again rubbed the surface of his still virginal sphincter. "Vlad's gonna show you how wrong you've been all these years, and how good it feels when a real man slides his hot love muscle deep inside of your sweet bottom. After today you'll never fuck another ass again, Jeff; but you will get down on all fours, or lay or your back with your legs spread like a woman, and get fucked up the ass by many, many men. Yes, Jeff, after today this butt is going to be the hottest property in the porn industry," I said beaming with joy.
Once I had my new, favorite cocksucker cleaned up, I led him back into the office and ordered him to dress himself. There was a bit of confusion when we found the shreds of his underwear, but I simply directed him to get dressed without them. Not that you can improve on perfection, but he actually looked hotter when he finished dressing. The bulge in the front was more distinctive, and the nice curvature of his ass was more visible.
Once all traces of my drugging and sexual exploitation of Jeff had been tidied up, I quietly unlocked the door to my office; called Millie on the intercom, and asked her to bring in the contract that I had our company attorney draw up the prior day. I also asked her to bring in her notary material since she would be witnessing for Mr. Styker's and my signatures. The contract was a diabolically clever document designed to completely legitimatize my hellish scheme to film, produce, market, distribute and sell a "Jeff Stryker Pussyboy" series of films, magazine photo spreads, illustrated transcripts, and merchandize (such as Jeff Strkyer's hot bottom's ass lube). It was painstakingly detailed in that it graphically and unambiguously spelled out the range of sexual acts that would be performed on, with and by Jeff Stryker. In the contract he agreed to be recorded fellating and being sodomized by as many males as David Brazzo of Top Stud Productions, specified. He agreed to ingest semen whenever I directed him to do so. He agreed to be the passive recipient partner in an unlimited number of unprotected, bare back anal sexual penetrations, including acts in which semen was injected into his rectum. The contract also contained language giving his consent to participate in other sexual acts if authorized by me. He also agreed to be the passive recipient of sexual devices
Top Stud Productions agreed that all individuals involved in the "Jeff Stryker Pussyboy" productions would be tested and certified to be free of any medical problems. Top Stud Productions also agreed to pay Jeff Stryker a generous share of all revenues received from the sale of the films, merchandise, etc. The contract was written so that Jeff Stryker's take would be far and above that ever given, or paid to, other porn stars. (By providing an extremely generous compensation package for Mr. Styker, we were absolutely certain that any attorney, jury or judge would have to conclude that the contract was entered into voluntarily, and was in fact in Mr. Styker's best interest.)
"Ah, Millie, thanks for bringing me that contract. Jeff, this is the contract that we've been discussing and that you agreed to sign. Right Jeff? Tell Millie that you agree to this contract."
Jeff looked at Millie, nodded and said "I agree to this contract."
With that my unsuspecting secretary passed the contract papers to Jeff; opened them to the last page; and pointed to a line on the contract and said "Sign here, Mr. Stryker."
The Burundanga controlled stud immediately responded to her directive and signed his name. Once I had signed mine, Millie notarized the contract, thanked Mr. Stryker and turned to leave, remarking that she would have copies of the contract in an envelope for him later that day. As Millie was leaving the room I asked her to tell the production crew in the building next door that Jeff Stryker and I would be coming over in a few minutes to meet them and the begin work on our first film.
"Well Jeff, you and I are about to make history, my friend," I said as I stared into those beautiful dark eyes. "You and I are going to make lots of money, my cocksucking friend," I chuckled as I leaned over and gently ran my finger across his lips. "Yes we are. Come on pussyboy. Get that sweet ass of yours out of that chair. It's time to go meet the boys." I concluded as I grasped his hand and led him towards the door.
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