As we walked towards the production building I decided to give Jeff some last minute instructions just in case any of the crew asked any questions. "Remember Jeff, if anyone asks you if its true that you're going to be our pussyboy, you must tell them " yes."' If anyone asks you if you are going to suck cock, eat cum, or get fucked up the ass, you must tell them "I'd like that very much." Is that clear Jeff?"
"Yes."
"Good" I said and then asked him the same series of questions five more times.
When we entered the production area, Murray, Mike, Nicky, Phil, Kevin, and Duke were talking with one another. Vlad was nowhere to be seen. I soon realized that he was in a side dressing area getting ready along with my new hot discovery, Hector
"Guys," I said as every eye in the place locked onto the legendary stud who was walking behind me, "I want you to meet Jeff Strkyer, Top Stud Productions' newest acquisition, who will be starring as the cocksucking, cum swallowing, submissive bottom in our hot new "Jeff Stryker Pussyboy" series. Isn't that right, Jeff?"
Jeff answered with a single word --- "Yes"
Taking advantage of the absolute silence that had descended upon the place I decided to push even further with Jeff while fucking with the minds of my associates. I announced that "Jeff has also agreed to go down on any of you who want head after we've completed filming today, isn't that right, cocksucker?" I asked looking directly into Jeff's eyes.
"I'd like that very much," replied the handsome hunk as he looked towards the six flabbergasted men.
Everyone had stopped dead in his tracks. The six guys stood in shocked, stupified silence as they tried to comprehend what they had just heard. Standing in front of them was the most famous top stud in the business, and he had just confirmed that he was going to destroy his carefully maintained image as a dominant top stud and replace it with one of a cock hungry bottom. That he had just offerred to suck each of them off simply blew their minds. They just stood there speechless.
"Well we sure shocked the hell of them, didn't we Jeff?" I asked as I brazenly grabbed a hold of his ass in full view of my six associates. "This is reserved for Vlad," I said as I continued to grasp and manhandle Jeff's firm buttocks. "The rest of you will have to settle for head, right Jeff?" I declared looking straight into his face.
"Right" replied Jeff.
"Jeff, look at the bulge in Mike's jeans," I said pointing to rds Mike's crotch. "You'd like to suck on Mike's dick, wouldn't you, Jeff?"
"Yes, I would."
"That's because in spite of all of your films and your reputation, your really nothing more than a cocksucker, isn't that right Jeff Stryker?" I said enjoying the confused looks on the faces of the stunned guys.
"Yes it is."
"And you'd like Mike to cum in your mouth, wouldn't you Jeff?"
"Yes."
"And tell Mike how much you'd enjoy swallowing his load of hot cum."
"A lot." replied the awesome hunk.
Mike, who was never at a loss for word, just stood there overwhelmed by what he was hearing. The other five guys were also silent as they stared at Jeff and tried to make sense of what they had heard.
"What the fuck are you staring at, guys?" I snapped. "I'm not paying you to stand around star struck. Mr. Stryker's time is very valuable. Let's move it. It's time to make a movie. Jeff, go over to that room;" I said pointing to the room next to the one where Vlad and Hector were. "Open this script to scene 12," I said handing him a blue script. "Familiarize yourself with the scene and your lines, and wait for me there, like a good pussyboy." I said as I finally stopped playing with his denim clad ass and nudged him towards the side room. As he obediently walked towards the room, I called my still silent colleagues together.
"I told you we'd be getting Stryker as our new pussyboy, didn't I," I said beaming with pride and confidence. "You all heard it from Jeff himself. Guys, we're all gonna make a lot of money."
For the next five minutes I was bombarded by a series of questions, and demands for an explanation as to how I had pulled off the Stryker coup. I stuck to my story that this was something that I had negotiated with Jeff Stryker, and that deep down, he truly was a bottom. The Burundanga remained my secret.
More than anything else I was determined to film Vlad busting Jeff's cherry that day. Although my plan to topple gay porn's greatest top, and film his conversion into a pussyboy bottom was succeeding so far, I didn't want to risk having something go wrong before we took Jeff's ass. I would have liked to have taken more time and even shoot some preliminary footage before filming an actual scene, but the chance to film the first cock to force its way into that famous virginal ass, convinced me that I had to do it that day.
"Okay guys, we're going to do things a little different today. We going to do the rape scene for script #4; it's the one with the blue cover. The movie we'll be filming is tentatively called "Stealing Stryker's Cherry -- the hot top gets raped in prison." We're leaving nothing to the imagination on this one," I said. "Flip to scene 12," I said quickly finding the section of the script with the subtitle "Prison Cell Rape."
"Now in this scene Jeff has been placed in his cell in an remote area of the cellblock by the guards. The cell already has two occupants, Vlad and Hector," I announced
"The cell has four bunks. Vlad and Hector have each taken one of the top ones and have each been using one of the vacant bunks as storage areas for clothes, books, and other personal items. When Jeff is placed in the cell, Hector is standing off to the right, while Vlad is seated on a chair flipping through a magazine. As the guard leaves Jeff makes the erroneous assumption that since the two top bunks have nothing on them, they must be unoccupied. This of course causes an immediate confrontation; a confrontation that ends with the toppling and rape of our new star. Jeff is reading the script as we speak. Vlad and Hector have been studying it and discussing techniques for the past two hours. Familiarize yourself with it. I want to begin shooting this scene in an hour."
"Murray, you're our best at closeup shots. Since the deflowering of Stryker is a once in a lifetime opportunity, I'm going to be placing some heavy demands on you. We're going to film the first phallic penetration of the famous Strkyer ass from several angles. I want at least one that is close enough so that our horny customers will really witness the penetration, starting from the moment that Vlad's cockhead first touches Stryker's sphincter, continuing through his asshole's losing struggle to remain intact; climaxing with Stryker's actual loss of virginity as the barrier is breached, and ending with the the entire length of Vlad's dick as it buries itselfs triumphantly inside of Jeff Stryker's butt. We're going to hype this film like crazy. I want to make sure that our customers' get their monies worth! Our bank accounts are counting on you Murray."
"Don't worry David, I won't let you down. If I do a good job, can I try some of that ass myself?" he asked grinning from ear to ear. "Perhaps. Murray, perhaps." I said as I subtly winked an "ok" to him.
"Okay guys, study that script and let's get ready. We have a new bottom to make. Let's do a good job."
I spent the next 20 minutes locked away alone with Jeff, going over the script, telling him what and how to say it, and subtly reinforcing his role as a submissive through word (repeatedly using the term "cocksucker" in a non-judgemental, matter of fact way) and deed (freely touching and exploring him with my hand, and invading her personal space when I wantn't to emphasize a point). I even slipped a minute quantity of Burundanga into the water I ordered him to drink -- sort of a booster shot just to insure his complete obedience.
After my private session with Jeff, I had Vlad and Hector join us. I introduced them to Jeff and discussed the scene with all three, stressing the roles that they would be playing. I could tell that both of my stars were still intimidated by by the whole Jeff Styker image. In order to help shatter that image and demonstrate that they had absolutely no reason to be intimidated, I had Vlad and Hector drop their pants in order to familiarize Jeff with the tools with which he would be working. I actually had Jeff squat down on his haunches and examine each cock, much to the amusement of the hot Hungarian stud and my horny Puerto Rican discovery. I also had Jeff bury his face inside of each stud's crotch, and lick their cocks and balls for a few seconds, both to familiarize himself with the tools that would conquer him, and to reinforce the point to Vlad, Hector and Jeff, that Jeff Stryker was no longer a top.
As a final calculated blow to whatever remained of Jeff's -image as a top, I had the big dicked stud, drop his pants, bend over, spread his cheeks, and show his "pussy" to the guys. When Jeff did it without objection, I knew that we'd have no problems with him, Hector or Vlad on the set.
By the time our little session was finished the Stryker mystique had been completely shattered. Vlad was emboldened enough to feel up Jeff's ass and tell the soon to be dethroned stud of how good Jeff would feel while Vlad was fucking him. Not to be outdone, Hector did the same to Jeff's full, sensuous lips by rubbing his finger across the center of them and assuring Jeff that by the end of the day he would be addicted to Hector's cum. I then ordered Jeff to strip completely and put on a khaki prisoner's outfit.
It was a fantastic power trip to be orchestrating the systematic demolition of Jeff Stryker and his image as a swaggering top. A few minutes earlier they had looked upon Jeff Strkyer with awe and admiration tinged with fear. Now they looked at him with distain, disgust and amusement. The big cocked stud had gone from predator to prey in a few minutes. My two predators were very eager to take him down.
Determined to keep control of the situation and to take advantage of the new power relationship I had forged between the newly submissive Jeff, and the confidently dominant Hector and Vlad, we immediately went to the set once our private session had ended. The cameras, lighting, props and sound equipment were ready. All we needed were our actors. Once they were in place, shooting began immediately.
The scene opened up with a shot of a jail and showed a guard leading a prisoner towards one of the cells. Hector and Vlad were in the cell when the guard, played by Phil, opened their cell door and pushed Jeff inside.
"Here's some fresh meat for you, fellahs," Phil announced as he pushed Jeff into the cell. "Although from the looks of him and the size of his dick, you two may be the ones who are going to be face down on a bunk with his cock up your asses! Be gentle on them, Jeff," Phil laughed as he shut the cell door.
Following the script, Jeff walked over to theleft set of bunks and put his gym bag onto the upper left bunk, since the two lower ones are covered with Vlad's and Hector's property.
"Hey Faggot!" barked Hector. " What the fuck are you doing? Get the fuck off of my bunk. Faggots sleep on the bottom bunk. That's mine."
"Sorry, I didn't know," mumbled Jeff as he lifted his gym bag off of Hector's bunk and moved towards the other seemingly unclaimed hunk.
"Not that one either, cocksucker!" Vlad snapped. "Didn't you hear Hector? Faggots sleep on the bottom!" "I'm not a faggot," replied Jeff as he stopped in the middle of the two pairs of bunks. "Which one of these can I use? Whose stuff is this?" he asked pointing to the items on both lower bunks.
"Not yours, cocksucker." answered Hector as he began to walk towards an increasingly bewildered looking Strkyer.
"It's ours! What are you going to do about it, faggot?" Vlad asked as he arose from the seat and also began to close the distance between himself and his prey.
"Look guys, I'm not a faggot, and I don't want any trouble. Let's just make the best of this situation. Just tell me which bunk is mine," replied Stryker with a tone of exasperation and anxiety in his voice.
By now both of Jeff's adversaries had the closed the distance between themselves and Jeff. "You sure look like a faggot to me," said Hector, his face just inches from Jeff's.
"Yup, he looks like a cocksucker to me too," said Vlad as he strode next to Hector, effectively trapping Jeff between the two increasingly belligerent males, the rear wall of the cell, and the set of bunks on the left.
With absolutely no room to maneuver, the increasingly distressed Stryker began to say "Come on, guys ..." when he was cut off in mid-sentence by Vlad, who got right in his face, grabbed the collar of Jeff's shirt and said with a sneer "Shut the fuck up. You want a bunk? I'll give you a bunk," he said yanking the blanket, and all of the contents piled on it, off of the bunk behind Jeff. "There's a fucking bunk! Now here's what you're gonna do with it. You're gonna take these fucking clothes off; lie face down on that fucking bunk and spread those legs of yours. Then I'm going to fuck that pretty little ass of yours," he continued while grabbing Jeff's right buttocks. "When I'm through with you, my friend Hector here is going to fuck you too." he snarled.
"Nooooooooo!!!!!!" yelled Jeff as he tried to bolt past his two tormentors. But the space was too confined for him to get any momentum.
As soon as Jeff yelled, Vlad yanked the collar of Styker's shirt and slammed into the formidable stud, knocking him off balance. As the panicky hunk was falling sideways towards the lower bunk, Hector joined the fray, smashing himself against the falling male, accelerating Jeff's fall towards the bunk. A few moments later Jeff Stryker was lying on his back, pinned underneath his two adveraries.
"Lemme go, you fucking bastards! Guard!!!" he shouted as he struggled to throw them off.
"Scream all you want faggot," laughed Hector as he struggled to restrain Jeff. "There ain't gonna be a guard within earshot for an hour,"
"Guard! Guard!! Get the fuck off of me!" Stryker continued to yell.
Vlad, who was lying across Stryker's thighs, knees and legs, reached over and began to attack the brass button that fastened his prison khaki's together. He succeeded in tearing the button off and then began ripping open the struggling stud's pants. As the trapped hunk realized what was happening he redoubled his efforts to toss off his attackers, but he just couldn't get the leverage he needed to toss either of them.
While Vlad was attacking Jeff's trousers, Hector, whose body was lying across Jeff's upper abdomen and chest, reached over Jeff's thrashing head, pulled the blanket off of the floor, and draped it over Jeff's head and upper body, essentially trapping his upper torso inside of a blanket cocoon. This had a noticeable impact on the level of resistance coming from the trapped stud -- very much like a net on a wild animal.
As it became easier to manage the still fighting Stryker, Vlad increased his assault on Jeff's trousers, and succeeded in ripping the zipper apart. Once the zipper had parted Vlad was able to shove the almost immobilized stud's trousers down to his ankles, which further constrained Stryker's powerful legs.
"Hold him down, Hector," Vlad snorted as he shifted his weight, turned his body, rolled off of Jeff onto the floor, dashed to his own bunk, slid his hand underneath the mattress, and swiftly headed back towards Hector and Jeff. With Vlad's weight gone, Jeff increased his effort to toss off his remaining antagonist, but the trousers around his legs virtually compensated for the loss of Vlad's body weight. Any hope of escape was dashed when Jeff felt Vlad land on top of him, right next to Hector. With two adult men on his chest, and his feet hopelessly entangled in his trousers, the big dicked stud could not break free.
"Take that fucking blanket off," snapped Vlad. "I've had enough of this!"
As Jeff's face and upper torso once more came into view, the overwhelmed hunk was greeted by two lust crazed faces Seconds later cold steel was pressed against Jeff's neck. "Listen faggot. Here's the story. Either give it up, or I'll cut your fucking throat and slice your pretty little face to ribbons. Give it up, faggot! Give it up!"
Trapped beneath thetwo determined males, and feeling Vlad's shiv pressed tightly against his throat, the dark haired mega-stud, gasped "Okay. You win. I give."
"Goood," smirked Vlad is he looked down contemptuously at his panting victim. "Just lie there very, very still. Hector, take off his shirt.
Moments later the khaki shirt was dragged over Jeff's head and tossed to the side of the cell. The defeated hot top just lay there, his powerful chest glistening with persperation from the struggle, while it rose and fell as he slowly tried to recover his breath.
"Mmmmmmmm, nice tits, bitch," exclaimed Vlad as he tweaked Jeff's right nipple with his free hands. "Very nice tits. I'm going to have fun playing with these," he laughed; "A lot of fun, heh, heh."
In the meantime Hector had clambered to the other side of the bunk and was rapidly removing the defeated hunk's shoes and socks. Once they were thrown to the side of the cell, the torn trousers followed. The only item of clothing remaining on the subdued porn god, was a pair of very tight white shorts.
When I had given Jeff the khaki prison outfit to wear, I remembered what I had ordered Jeff to shred his own shorts during my initial test of the effects of Burundanga. I got a replacement pair from our wardrobe closet that was a size too small for the magnificent stud. The tight fitting white briefs really emphasized the famous Strkyer bulge and his spectacular ass.
"Okay, cocksucker. I'm going to get off of you," Vlad snarled in Strkyer's ear. "Remember who has the knife. If you try to pull any shit with me, I'll cut your fucking heart out."
As Vlad slowly climbed off of the defeated stud, he glanced down at his conquest and laughingly said "Look at these faggot underwear, Hector. I knew he was a fag," he said triumphantly.
"Okay, pussyboy. Lie on your stomach lengthwise on the bunk. Hurry up faggot, I ain't got all day."
A low groan of despair escaped from Stryker's lips as he obediently rolled over, and crawled to the center of the bunk. Seconds later his magnificent body was lying face down on the bunk.
"You won't be needing these, bitch," Vlad chuckled as he sliced through the waistband of Jeff's tight white shorts with the shiv. Once the tough waistband had been cut, Vlad and Hector each grabbed a handful of the torn material and yanked. Stryker was now totally nude.
"Whoa, nice ass!" laughed Vlad as he leaned over and began to lewdly massage Stryker's firm ass cheeks. "Oh, baby," exclaimed Vlad "This ass was made for fucking. Has anyone ever had a piece of it, pussyboy?" he asked as he continued to explore each smooth mound.
A muffled groan came from the face down stud.
"Hey, faggot!" Hector yelled as he grabbed Stryker by the chin; forced Jeff to look into his eyes; and said "He asked you if you've ever been fucked." A soft "No" was the reply.
"I'm gonna bust me a fucking cherry!" chortled Vlad as he slapped Hector on the shoulder. "Let's check her out," continued the hairy chested Hungarian top as he climbed back onto the bunk and squatted in between Strkyer's legs. "Spread em, cunt," he barked.
Moment's later the powerful thigh muscles in Jeff's legs got the signal from the big dicked star's Burundanga controlled brain and began to obediently spread apart.
"Whoa, the bitch is hot for it Hector!" announced Vlad, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he watched the former top submissively spread his legs. "Oh, yes! She wants it bad," he mused as he gently ran his hands up and down Stryker's inner thighs.
"Hey bitch. Get your hands back here and show me your pretty pussy. Spread those cheeks, now, cunt!" snapped the sneering Hungarian.
In order to comply with the demeaning order, the prostrate porn star had to arch his back and stretch his arms backwards as far as possible in order to grab a hold of is butt cheeks and spread them apart.
"Hector, get back here," said Vlad, beaming in triumph. "This bitch looks really tight! Check out this pussy."
"Nice," Hector observed barely able to stop from bursting into laughter at the sight of the humiliated porn god straining uncomfortably on the bunk. "Mind if I see how tight she is?"
"Be my guest, but use some lubrication," replied the dark Hungarian stud as he nodded towards Stryker and brought his finger to his own lips.
Quickly picking up on the clue, the handsome Esai Morales clone put his right hand in front of Stryker's face; thrust his middle finger inside of the hunk's mouth; and said "Lube me up bitch! Make it nice and wet." Seconds later a broad smile broke out across the Puerto Rican hunk's face as he felt the hitherto indomitable Jeff Stryker use his tongue to coat Hector's invading finger with his saliva. "Oooooooh, baby!" cooed the hot Hispanic hunk. "I'm gonna enjoy having you as a cellmate. Now open up." As the gleeful Puerto Rican removed his glistening finger from Jeff's mouth, he leaned down and whispered in the subjugated hunk's ear "Don't worry. You mouth ain't gonna be empty for too long."
It wasn't long before the Burundangized top felt a damp pressure against his as of yet undefiled sphincter. A shudder went through the Jeff's magnificent body, but he had no willpower to resist. All that he could do was lie on his front and surrender his virginity.
The delighted Latino slowly brought the tip of his saliva coated finger up against the very center of the long lusted after Stryker portal. Slowly pushing forward he emulated my earlier exploration of this secret, sacred place. Once again the guardian of Jeff's southern front put up a tough resistance to the invader, and once again its defenses failed as my smiling Puerto Rican discovery pushed his finger forward.
Unlike my initial penetration of the magnificent Stryker ass, Hector's invasion did not stop at the first joint. He kept his invading digit pressing forward until the entire length of his middle finger disappeared inside of the toppled hunk's butt.
"Unnngggghhhhhh," groaned Stryker as the probe reached full insertion.
"Hey, if you think that feels good, wait til Vlad shoves his cock up your ass," declared the smug Hispanic male when he heard Jeff's groan. "Damn, you're tight!" he exclaimed as he felt the ring of muscle clamping around the base of his finger. "You're gonna love this bitch's pussy, Vlad. She's gonna milk you dry," he continued as he suddenly pulled his finger out of Jeff. "She's ready," Hector announced as he moved away from the bunk. "She's definitely ready!"
"Okay, faggot. You can let go of your ass. Let go of your ass, and sit on the edge of the bunk. It's about time you got to see what a real man looks like," declared Vlad as he began to remove his clothing. "Keep your eyes on me," Vlad commanded as the vanquished porn star complied with his latest directive.
Jeff sat passively on the bed watching Vlad as the good looking Hunky removed his prison garb.
"This is a man's chest," Vlad said as he removed his shirt and exposed his hairy chest, "Not some hairless pussychest like yours. "And these are a man's legs," he continued as the Hungarian's dark, hair coated legs came into view. When the superb specimen of Balkan masculinity was down to only his underwear, he strode over to the side of bunk, stood directly in front of Strkyer's face; hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts; and pulled them down. "And this is a man's cock!" he proclaimed staring down as his semi-erect dick came into view of the cameras.
I looked over at one of the monitors and broke into a broad smile as I saw a close up of Vlad's hardening cock inches away from Jeff's face. I got a hard on immediately! I could only imagine how turned on guys would get when they watched it in tape.
Stryker sat on the edge of the bunk seemingly mesmerized by the lengthening Hungarian fuck snake as it rose proudly out of its dark hairy nest. I could tell by the expression of smirky arrogance on Vlad's face that he was really getting off on the whole scene.
"Take a good luck at that cock, pussyboy," Vlad said, his voice a combination of triumph and contempt, as he thrust his groin foward, bringing the underside of his fully erect fuckpump to within an inch of the tip of Jeff's nose. "It's going to be fucking you ever day! That's what you need, isn't it faggot?" he asked. "Come on, faggot, answer me!" he demanded as Vlad unexpectedly slapped the seated hunk across the face with his hand.
"Yes!" came the surprisingly loud response from the obvioulsy startled Stryker. "Yes!"
"That's much better," replied the swarthy Hungarian who grabbed the back of Jeff's head and roughly pulled it into his groin. "Enjoy yourself, faggot," he said firmly as he dragged the handsome stud's face across his dick, scrotum and crotch. "Stick that tongue out, pussyboy," barked Vlad as he continued to grind Stryker's face. "Yeah, that's the way, pussyboy," Vlad said encouragingly as he felt his crotch and genitals being swathed by the tongue of the world's most famous top.
The scene on the monitors was incredibly hot. The unmistakable face of none other than Jeff Strkyer was being dragged back and forth across another male's crotch. Jeff's tongue was clearly visible as it was hauled over Vlad's cock and balls, and through his dense pubic bush. There was no question as to who was calling the shots in this relationship. The heretofore always in charge Jeff Stryker, was totally subservient to the another male. The king of gay porn had been dethroned!
After a several minutes of demonstrating his total control over the fallen king, Vlad abruptly pulled Jeff's face away from his groin, looked him in the face and announced, "That's enough foreplay, cocksucker!" He then bent his hard rod downward, wedged its bullet like head in between Jeff's lips, and jammed the hard cock into Stryker's mouth. There was no warning; no order to open "open you mouth;" and no concern for Jeff. It was simply a brutal taking of Jeff Stryker's mouth --- one brutal, rapid stab forward that did not end until Vlad's cock was fully buried inside of the throat of the big dicked hunk.
As I watched Jeff's lips crash to a halt against Vlad's hairy crotch, I could see the former top begin to gag and cough from the ruthless and completely unexpected rape of his thoat. Jeff's eyes welled with tears; cock-muffled gurgling sounds escaped from his throat, and his magnificent body spasmed from cock induced coughs. The in charge Hungarian top showed no mercy for his victim; holding Jeff's head tightly against his groin while snarling "Get used to it, dickhead!"
For a few seconds I almost interrupted filming for it appeared that the former in charge hunk might actually be in danger. Suffocation was definitely a possibility, but eventually the coughing and spasms stopped and the dick stuffed hunk, his face streaked from choking-induced tears, was able to catch his breath.
My conquering Hungarian kept his dick buried in Jeff's throat, exulting in his unmistakable demonstration of complete dominance over the world's former number one top. "Get that dick nice and wet, pussyboy," sneered Vlad as he looked down distainfully at Stryker, "unless you want it dry!"
The camera really zoomed in for a close up of Jeff's handsome face completely impaled by Vlad's fuck muscle. The dense pubic bush of the Hungarian male enwreathed the world famous countenance; a tiny section of the standing hunk's rigid cock was barely visible at the entrance to Jeff's mouth; while the cute little cleft on Stryker's chin was completely obscured by the Hungarian's aching for release balls. Clearly discernible behind Jeff's cock engorged cheeks was the moment of his tongue as be obediently slathered the hot dick with saliva. The camera also captured at extreme close up every moment of the slow, deliberate withdrawal of Vlad's glistening wet hard on from Jeff's mouth.
After the lip piercing head of Vlad's spit gleaming rod emerged from Stryker's mouth, the camera angle shifted for a splendid shot upwards showing Vlad's proud cock from underneath; the fur covered, muscular torso at the towering Hungarian, and Vlad's haughty face as he gazed down at the completely mastered Stryker.
I had selected the next scene after a great deal of thought, and gone over it repeatedly and carefully, since it was one with which Jeff was familiar, and one that would dramatically emphasize the act of anal penetration --- the defining moment in Stryker's conversion from King of the Tops to Queen of the Bottoms. The scene we had chosen was from one of Jeff's hotest films --- Stryker Force. The specific scene from Stryker Force was one in which porn star Robert Harris is bent over getting fucked by Jeff's trademark megacock, while simultaneously sucking on co-star Doug Cory's dick. Only in today's film, Jeff Stryker would be the one bent over at the waist getting sodomized by Vlad while sucking on Hector's cock.
"Good job, pussyface," Vlad chuckled as he glanced down at his stiff rod, shimmering from the fresh coat of saliva that Jeff had just obediently given it. "Now stand up; get in the middle of the room; bend over; get yours hands on your ass, and spread those cheeks. You're gonna get fucked!"
Once again my cameras caught ever movement as the former hot top unquestioningly obeyed the commands of his new Hungarian master.
Really getting into the whole scene, Vlad swaggered up behind the bent over superstud as Stryker passively waited to get fucked. Grabbing a hold of Jeff's left ass cheek, my hot top asked the soon to be deflowered hunk, "Are ya ready to get fucked, faggot?"
Hearing no response, he smacked Stryker's firm, round ass, and repeated the question, only much louder this time, "I said, are ya ready to get fucked? Speak up faggot! Tell me how much you want me to shove my cock up your ass!" he bellowed once again whacking the former in charge top on the ass.
"Yes," Stryker groaned. "I want you to fuck me. I need your cock up my ass. Please do it, now."
"That's much better, pussyboy," replied Vlad, his face beaming in trimph, as he placed his Styker-saliva soaked cock just outside of Jeff's still virginal sphincter. "Don't worry, I'll fuck you good!"
Once again looking up at the monitor, I could see the wisdom of my decision to have Murray in charge of the closeup shots of the actual deflowering of the famous Jeff Stryker. The left half of the monitor was virtually filled by the image of Jeff's magnificent butt. It's flawlessly smooth surface, the self-evident firmness of it, and its near perfect shape were all emphasized and enhanced by Murray's skillfully employed camera lens. Jeff's virginal rosebud was also clearly visible. A few inches away loomed Vlad's spit covered battering ram, poised to breach the last remaining barrier to Jeff Strkyer's conversion from gay porn's greatest top into Top Stud Productions lowest bottom.
Murray's camera work on the dick that would forever be known as the Cock that Conquered Strkyer, was also fantastic. Vlad's long, turgid organ, wet and shiny from its recent bath in Jeff's mouth, threatened menacingly outside of the gateway that so many males had fantasized about fucking. With Jeff's unmistakeable voice saying "I want you to fuck me. I'm a pussy. I need your cock up my ass," the camera completed an awesome sweep of Vlad's fuck weapon starting with a hot closeup of its bullet shaped head and the fissure through which hundreds of millions of sperm would soon be exiting into the deepest recesses of Jeff Stryker's ass. The panoramic sweep of the anxious to penetrate phallus continued back, highlighting the complex system of veins which nourished and elevated the proud organ. The side of the massive base tube of the sublime reproductive shaft was also clearly visible. The grand tour of Vlad's cock ended where the base of the thick cock emerged from the Hungarian's dense pubic bush.
The camera swept back up along the length of the long shaft just in time to record the beginning of moment that would forever destroy Jeff Stryker the top. "Okay bitch," Vlad announced. "This is what you've been waiting for."
The long Hungarian love muscle began a slow, steady, and inexorable advance towards its target. Each moment of the final assault on Fortress Stryker was displayed in glorious color on the monitors around the room. Within seconds the smooth but menacing tip, of the turgid organ made contact with Jeff's guardian. As the camera recorded the moment of contact and the concaving of Styker's last line of defense, our sensitive sound system captured and transmitted a gasp from deep within the powerful chest of Jeff Stryker.
Although the struggle was brief, time seemed to be suspended as we watched Jeff's outclassed defender battle hopelessly against the irresistible invader. It's initial bend inward was a desperate act of futility, for once the guardian of his sacred portal could no longer retreat, it's fate was sealed! A second, louder gasp signalled the end of Jeff Stryker the top, as the tip of the rigid battering ram pushed through the never before penetrated ring of muscle. Once the tip was through the rest of the sleek head followed, further widening the breach in Jeff's defenses.
Additional gasps and groans escaped from Jeff's lips as the sensitive nerve endings in his ass transmitted the shattering message that he was being taken. "Ungghhh, oooohhhh, fuck," groaned the capitulating hunk as more and more of the relentless Hungarian invader entered him.
"Oh, she's a tight bitch!" Vlad announced triumphantly as more and more of his hard rod was engulfed by Stryker's steamy, meat gripping ass. "Oh, baby! I think I'm in love" he laughed as Vlad's forward movement was finally brought to a halt when his bushy pubic bone collided with Jeff's smooth buttocks. At my silent cue, Vlad pulled back so that approximately three quarters of an inch of his splendid love muscle was visible to the camera. The image on the monitor told it all!
There was the former hottest top in gay porn, Jeff Stryker, bent over in utter passivity; conquered; defeated; mastered; and subjugated; skewered on the hard cock my smug Hungarian stud. Vlad, his head flung back in glory, his arms crossed on his chest, and his face etched with pride, was the image of the conquering hero at the moment of his greatest triumph. It was just too awesome to behold. I instantly came in my pants.
As I felt my cum running down the underside of my cock, spreading out through the material of my shorts, I too sighed triumphantly, for without me Jeff Stryker would have never been topped. That might not have been my cock buried deep inside of Stryker's ass, but I was the one who had masterminded it. And I was the one who was going to make a lot of money off of it.
"Hey Hector, get that big Puerto Rican cock of yours over hear," Vlad's commanding voice boomed. "Give this bitch something to suck on while I knock her up."
Seconds later my naked Esai Morales clone, carefully reconstructing the scene from Stryker Force, was on the floor, his back partially elevated by a wall of the cell; his legs spread apart, with his stiff cock pointed upwards a Jeff's face.
"Wrap those faggot lips of yours around that hot cock," Vlad snapped as he reached forward and pushed downwards on Jeff's back. The big dicked, cock impaled male offered no resistance as his faced was shoved towards the hot Puerto Rican hose. The formerly in charge Stryker opened his mouth automatically, without prompting from either Hector or Vlad, and started sucking on Hector's stiff phallus.
"She's a hungry cocksucker!" Hector announced gleefully as he watched his dick disappear into the mouth of the fallen porn king. "Whoa, baby! Suck that cock!" he said looking beyond the bent over Stryker and exchanging a knowing look with Vlad.
As Vlad began to piston his rigid boner in and out of the vanquished top's ass, he ordered the toppled king to begin masturbating. "You know for a faggot, you got a pretty big dick. To bad you aren't ever going to use it on anything. You'd be better off with a cunt. Now play with that cock. Show us how much you enjoy getting taken by two real men. Play with that faggot dick of yours. Go on, stroke it cocksucker."
Seconds later the overthrown porn king began the debasing ritual he had inflicted on so many of his co-stars --- jerking off as he was being taken by another male.
Once Stryker commenced this loaded with symbolism act of a submissive, Vlad started rapidly thrusting his pelvis back and forth -- a perfect copy of the classic Jeff Stryker ass fucking technique which was so vividly displayed in Styker Force.
In the meantime, Hector, duplicating the role of Styker's co-star in Stryker Force --- Doug Cory --- grabbed a hold of Jeff's thick hair and began guiding Jeff's head up and down as the handsome fallen hunk sucked away shamelessly on Hector's thick dick. The hot Hispanic even stroked the base of his long, rigid cock, using the saliva that dripped from Stryker's penis stuffed mouth as lubricant. Needless to say, my own cock was once again as hard as a rock.
Even the rest of the film crew was affected by the historic, and incredibly torrid event that was happening before them. These guys were consumate professionals who had filmed thousands of hours of lurid gay porn flicks staring some of the hottest stars in gay porn; but watching the topping of Jeff Stryker, one of the most enduring icons of the industry, was incredibly arousing. I watched as my spellbound crew groped themselves as they trained their cameras, microphones and lights on the subjugated stud being ravished by Hector and Vlad.
Cock flavored Stryker saliva dripped from the vanquished hunk's plundered mouth while Hector contemptuously forced the cocksucking star's face up and down on his erect cock. Dick muffled groans repeatedly escaped from Stryker's cock filled face as Vlad relentlessly plunged his Hungarian fuck stick deep into our new pussyboy. And all the while the formerly dominant top pathetically yanked away on the world famous Stryker cock --- a cock that would never again relieve itself in another male's mouth or ass. I could only imagine the impact that this scene would have on the scores of thousands of horny men who would pay top dollar for a copy of "Stealing Stryker's Cherry Cherry -- the hot top gets raped in prison." A lot of guys would be wiping cum off the floor after watching this scene!
The action in front of the camera was rapidly building to a crescendo. Hector was obviously trying to hold back from cumming, while Vlad too looked like an orgasm was imminent. Even Stryker's big dick was a full mast, helped along no doubt by the pounding his prostate was taking from Vlad invading meat. To everyone's surprise, and against porn protocol, it was the huge meat of the dethroned porn king that began to shoot first. I could hear deep groans of intense pleasure as the double fucked, bent over, former top began to ejaculate thick wads of his famous white cream from his trademark phallus. The thick slab of meat, which had fucked so many other males into cumming, now spewed out its viscous sauce, not in pride over having taken another male, but in submissive joy at having been taken by another male!
While Jeff's monstrous rod fired its wads onto the floor, the lust crazed Puerto Rican hunk went over the top and began to jettison his load of white man lava. Although consumed by lust Hector, did manage to yank Jeff's face off of his cock a nanosecond before the first jets of goo blasted from his cockhead.
The film captures were spectacular! The first wad of Hector's dick snot hurled out of his turgid organ when it was less than two inches from Jeff's mouth. We had an unbelievable shot of this first load of sperm laden goo flying through the air and shooting directly into Stryker's mouth. This was another incredible first for Top Stud Productions --- the first load of cum ever to be filmed dumping into Jeff Stryker's mouth!
That Hector had been incredibly stimulated by the whole scene was evident in both the quantity of semen that he produced and the difficult time he had concentrating on the script. While I had wanted most of the cum to land on Jeff's tongue, we ended up with Strkyer getting a facial hose job from my new Latino star. Cum wads leapt out of Hector's uncontrollable dick and landed all over the face of the debased former top. Rivulets of dick snot formed on Jeff's cheeks. Pools of semen gathered in his mouth, collected behind his teeth, and dribbled out and over his lips before joining together in the natural valley formed by the cleft in his chin. Cum stalactites hung from his right eyebrow where several shots had landed. A wad of stud sauce oozed snot-like out of his left nostril, while cum splatters wadded together clumps of his thick dark hair.
While this scene was unfolding Vlad lost control and joined in the group ejaculation. This again was not according to plan. I had hoped for three well-coordinated cum shots; however, Vlad too had been so taken in by the incredibly eroticism of this once in a lifetime opportunity, that his ass conquering rod began to shoot before Hector's was finished.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh, Fuck! I'm cumming," Vlad groaned as he involuntarily slammed his cock in to the hilt and fired a hot load of cum deep into Jeff's bowels, giving the ass of our new bottom boy its baptism of cum. Quickly recovering, my Hungarian top pulled his cock out of Stryker's ravished asshole, wedged the base of his spewing dick in between Jeff's two ass globes, and fired the several shots of his warm slime onto Jeff's back. With great difficulty the spasming hunk dropped the elevation of his cum spewing rod, fired several globs of sperm rich cream directly onto Strkyer's cock stretched sphincter, and then plunged his cum shooting, semen coated cock back into Jeff's warm lair.
We were witnessing the bare backed, semen injecting sodomizing of a hot stud -- something that was virtually unheard of in current day gay porn. And we were seeing in done to none other than Jeff Stryker!
Once again Murray's camera work was superb. His lens had actually captured the very second that Vlad's cum firing rod had exited Jeff Stryker's portal, providing incontrovertible evidence that the hot top had been bottomed in the most complete way possible. Jeff Stryker had taken a man's load up his ass! It wasn't sheathed in latex, and it hadn't been dumped on Jeff's back. The subsequent video shot of Vlad's cum covered, goo firing dick re-entering Stryker's busted asshole was the final proof as to the depths that the former top had sunk. Once these hot close ups were in the hands of the public, no force on earth could restore Jeff Strkyer to the position from which had been dethroned by the long hard rod of my hot Hungarian stud. Jeff Stryker's conversion into a cock hungry pussyboy would now truly be complete and irreversible.
I was beaming with pride as I continued to watch the action on the monitors. Vlad had just earned his title -- the Impaler; and Jeff Stryker had just earned a new one too-- pussyboy, or as our promotional material would more accurately say "Jeff Stryker, Hot Top Productions' cocksucking, cum-swallowing, bottomboy slut!"
As the scene was ending the all seeing cameras continued to capture each and every lurid detail of Jeff's debut as a fuck toy. Hector finally stopped spurting semen all over Jeff's face, and was able to regain enough composure to grab another handful of the handsome stud's hair, and force his face back down onto Hector's cock, where the satiated Hispanic hunk squeezed the last remaining drops of semen out of his cock and onto Jeff's tongue. When Vlad's large rod also exhausted the Hungarian's supply of nutsauce, the dark haird male, once again pulled his cock out of Jeff's brutalized ass, strode around to Jeff's face, and presented his semen and ass flavored penis to Jeff's mouth.
"Clean me off, faggot," said the sneering Hungarian. The completely submissive former top obediently opened his mouth, accepted the proffered male organ, and began to cleanse it. He did not stop nursing on the rod that had conquered him, until Vlad removed it from Jeff's mouth. As a final, and improvised, indignity, Vlad pushed the vanquished top to the floor and ordered the formerly in charge male to lick his own cum from the floor. And in the fashion of a true, cockslut bottom, Jeff Stryker got onto his hands and knees and lapped his once universally desired semen from the floor.
The King of the Tops was no more!
EPILOGUE
As I had promised, each member of the crew ordered the naked, big dicked, Jeff Stryker onto his knees, and delighted in dumping a load of nutsauce down the throat of the Burundangized former top. (Except Murray, of course, who took Jeff into a side room; made him lay on his back; spread his legs as far apart as possible, and fucked the shit out of him.) My Burundanga supplier, Rafael, showed up later that night and treated himself to a quick knob job by my new acquisition.
We spent the next four days completing "Stealing Stryker's Cherry -- the hot top gets raped in prison." Jeff was brutally buttfucked in the gym by six members of an Afro-American prison gang; he was attacked from behind in the showers; blindfolded, and forced to suck off four other actors -- eating every bit of white goo that came out of their cocks; I had two hot scenes with sadistic guards -- one in which he was given an enema before getting fucked -- and a second one in which he was dragged into the warden's office orally raped by the prison chaplin.
I fed my new star bottom a steady diet of Burundanga during the completion of this movie and the remainder of the "Jeff Stryker Pussyboy" film series. Over the next six weeks we did seven films. The second was "Fill Er Up," in which Jeff starred as a cum craving cocksucker who paid the members of several college frat houses to try to fill up Jeff's stomach with semen. I had never seen so much cum-swallowing in my life! Forty college males dumped their loads into my new pussyboy slut's mouth, and forty college males watched this former hot top slurp down their sperm filled goo like a man dying of thirst. We never did succeed in filling the poor cocksucker up, but it made one hell of a film.
"Fill Er Up" was followed by "The Lifeguard" -- a film in which I had Jeff Stryker play a strict, no-nonsense lifeguard at a public swimming pool. Several of the fathers of some of kids who have been yelled at by the lifeguard take offense and decide to teach him a lesson. Jeff is tricked by one of the fathers into checking out an alleged chlorine leak in the filter house. Once Jeff is inside the filter house the other fathers overpower him; spank him for being bad; and then take turns feeding him cock.
Our third film took us to the an abandoned construction site where we shot "Workingman Stiff." I dressed Jeff in some hot looking, cock emphasizing, construction clothes for this movie. We had him play a straight acting construction worker who gets caught staring at his fellow workers once to many times. The other guys gang up on Jeff at closing time; force him into the construction site trailer; rip his clothes off of him; bend him over a work desk; and fuck him from both ends. The next day the construction crew is amazed when Jeff shows up to work. They are also pleased beyond measure when he takes over one of the portajohns and spends the rest of the day sucking off the other guys. This movie was also Jeff's debut as a pisspig in that three of the tough looking construction workers insist on quenching Jeff's insatiable appetite for cock with piss cocktails. Once again, Murray's closeups of hot urine pouring of of the cocks of the construction workers into Jeff's mouth, were awesome. Yes, Top Stud Productions' pussyboy swallowed every ounce!
Jeff's fourth film for us was a take off of Al Pacino's dark, 1980's gay murder film "Cruising." Stryker played a Pacino like police officer investigating the crimes. Where we departed from the Pacino film was in the leather bars. Instead of having Jeff cruising the place, we have him plunge completely into it as an insatiable bottom. (Yes, he was fisted twice while making the movie; tied and lightly tortured, and generally passed around the bar for the pleasure of the members.)
The fifth film was called "The Milkman." In it Jeff played a married man who falls into the clutches of an older man while Jeff's wife is away visiting her mother. The older guy gets Jeff smashed on booze; drags him into his bedroom; and spends the next several days repeatedly milking Jeff's monster cock dry. He fucks Jeff up the ass; spoon feeds Stryker the product of his milkings; and forces Jeff to rim him. The older guy photographs each lurid act of debasement and blackmails Jeff into bottoming for him and his buddies after their weekly card game. We pitched this at the senior citzen crowd and made a fortune!
The sixth film was titled "Doctor's Bitch." In it Jeff played a recently divorced man who was troubled about feelings of bisexuality. He goes to a psychiatrist for help, but has the misfortune to chose a psychiatrist who is a sociopath. The doctor sedates Stryker; takes him to a colleague's office; straps him face down on an examination table; loads him up with pyschotropic drugs; and rapes him. When Jeff awakens he finds himself in stirrups undergoing a gynecological examination by the mad physician. All sorts of strange items are shoved up the hapless stud's ass by the out of control physician. He is fed more pyschotropic drugs and sexual stimulants while the psychiatrist sodomizes and masturbates him. By the end of the flick the ambivalent bisexual Jeff has been reduced to a cock craving homosexual.
One of our funnier flicks with Jeff was our seventh and last film -- Queen of the Prom. Jeff plays a straight mechanic who makes the mistake of answering a service call at the mansion home of a drag queen. Unaware of the true sexuality of the "woman" who greets him, Jeff turns his back on her while walking towards the garage. A vase over the head renders him unconscious. When he wakes up he is wearing mesh nylons and dressed like a French maid. The drag queen has tied him to her bed. Her condition for release is head -- the alternative being castration. Our reluctant star agrees to suck her off , and is in the process of doing so, when six of her lisping, screeching "sisters" show up. They immediately set upon Jeff, strip him and fuck him silly. All of his clothing, money and possessions are taken away from him, and he is forced to live with them as their naked boytoy. The sight of the former top on his knees blowing a transvestite dressed like a nurse, or watching Jeff on his back with his legs draped across the shoulders of a debutant, while the debutant's dick plunges in and out of his ass, is simply incredible. Our contract with Jeff called for seven movies, after which I discontinued the Burundanga doses and allowed Jeff's true personality to re-emerge. (Before discontinuing the drug, I did indulge one particular fantasy of mine. I drove him into the country and spent a day at a farm owned by a friend of mine. The only camera I brought along was my home video camera. With the help of the Burundanga and the cooperation of my friend I was successful in capturing my ultimate fantasy on film -- the world's greatest top blowing a horse, and then getting fucked up the ass by a doberman pincher. These films will never see the light of day, but I have to tell you that see Jeff getting boned by that dog, or better still watching that stallion's huge cock pump its wad down Jeff's throat get me hard every time!)
As I said, I eventually discontinued the Burundanga and allowed the real personality of Jeff Stryker to emerge. As Rafael had promised, and as all of my research had confirmed, Jeff Stryker had no memory of what had transpired. He only became aware of what had happened when Top Stud Productions released "Stealing Stryker's Cherry -- the hot top gets raped in prison."
The rage, anger and threats that poured out of Jeff over the phone were unbelieveable, but once he and his lawyers got a hold of the contracts and watched the film, they all understood that proving that the contracts had been written under fraudulent circumstances would be impossible. There were just too many highly credible witnesses to Jeff's "consensual" activities in the film, and with the crew after each day of filming. (Oh, yes, my guys fed that poor cocksucker dick every single day.)
The other films were released, and we all made a shitload of money, including Jeff Stryker. He initially tried to make a come back as a top with a series of his own films, but the public simply would not buy it. We had stamped an indelible image of him as a slutty, cocksucking, anal passive, bottom into the minds of the consumers. His new series of movies portraying him as a top were all failures.
With his career as a top at a dead end, and facing an economic future, I made Jeff an extremely generous financial offer to sign on permanently with Top Stud Productions, but only as a slutty bottom. I also indicated, off the record, that he would be expected to move in with me and perform certain routine services. He held out for eight months, before finally agreeing to my terms just before his creditors were to begin seizing his assets.
I'm happy to report that Top Stud Productions is now working on its second seven part "Jeff Stryker Pussyboy" series. I'm also proud to tell you that my dick and I have unlimited access to those luscious Strkyer lips and that magnificent Jeff Stryker ass. Only now when he is blowing me or taking my cock up his ass, there ain't any Burundanga involved. He is fully aware of what he is doing; and why he has to do it. He also remembers each and every shameful detail. (And I must confess that every once in awhile I slip Jeff some Burundanga and make him go down on my friends. They enjoying dumping a load down the poor cocksucker's throat, and he is none the wiser the next day.)
Ain't life grand!
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