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Conquest of Jeff Stryker (M+/M, nc, mc, drugs, celeb)
by Hector Oppenheimer (Oppilate@hotmail.com)
***
The story is a fantasy containing non-consensual sex
involving porn star Jeff Stryker. It is not meant to
imply anything about the sexuality of Jeff Stryker who
has appeared in gay, bisexual and straight xxx movies.
To my knowledge the story does not in any way express
any accurate or factual information regarding any of the
persons mentioned herein other than references to films
involving Jeff Stryker. The story is a fantasy. (I
suspect however, that if Jeff Stryker ever did make one
of the films described herein, he would make an enormous
amount of money.)
This story contains graphic depictions of non-consensual
homosexual activities facilitated through the use of the
drug Burundanga. (Yes, it's a real substance. Those who
doubt its existence or effects should check out the
following link:
http://earthops.net/klaatu/burundanga.html)
***
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
attorneys and business agents.
Not one to take "no" for an answer, I was determined to
snag this hunk for our company, and launch Jeff Stryker
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.
"How'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 Stryker; 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 close-up 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 accommodate 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 Stryker, this one showing
Stryker buttfucking Mike Henson.
"No way, David! There's no way that I'm letting Stryker
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 Stryker 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 Stryker. 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 Stryker 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 Stryker 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 Stryker ain't gonna let you
shove your dick up his ass!"
"Not only will Jeff Stryker 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 Stryker 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 Stryker 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 close-up 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 Stryker. 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 Stryker
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 stupefied males.
"Every gay man has had the fantasy of topping Jeff
Stryker. 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 Stryker 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 Stryker'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 Stryker 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
entitled "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 memento of the spectacular milestone in gay
porn history, I've arranged for each of you to be sucked
off, and swallowed by Jeff Stryker, 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 Stryker
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 Stryker 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 Stryker
material. There's a lot of money riding on this. You
help me do a good job on putting together the Stryker
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? Odorless? 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 big time, 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.
Night."
"Yes! 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 everything
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 vodka,
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 cell phone 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 glimpse of 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
consummate 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 distributor 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 noticeably 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 intercom 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 "ice water."
"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 Stryker'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 take control over the big
dicked stud who now sat motionless before me, I had
brought in a small, portable refrigerator 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
dissolved rapidly and left no visible change in the
beverages. I told Millie that Jeff Stryker had an
idiosyncrasy about what he ate and drank, and that I had
stocked the refrigerator 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 refrigerator, 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
Stryker'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, "keep
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 unzipped, 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 initiative 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 engorged 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 sculptured
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 separated
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 unbreechable 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 invasion 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
marveling 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 make it 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 at Jeff 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 enough the entire length of my incredibly hard
penis was soon being bathed and lapped by none other
than Jeff Stryker. 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 strapped 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 always 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 forward 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 Stryker'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 in-flight 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 Stryker's conversion into a bottom was
occurring 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.
"Ohhh, 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 mighty 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 "Powerful 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 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 stalactite 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 Stryker 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 Stryker 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 Stryker 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 pussyboy 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 handfuls 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 whose name was 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. Stryker'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
Stryker'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. Stryker, 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. Stryker'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.
Conquest of Jeff Stryker - Part 2
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 Stryker, 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, stupefied 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 offered 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 towards 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, you're 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 close-up 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 Stryker 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 entire length of Vlad's
dick as it buries itself 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-judgmental, matter of fact way) and deed (freely
touching and exploring him with my hand, and invading
her personal space when I wasn'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 the whole Jeff Stryker 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 Stryker 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 the left 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 Stryker.
"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
Stryker'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 adversaries.
"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 the two 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 perspiration 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 Stryker bulge and his spectacular ass.
"Okay, cocksucker. I'm going to get off of you," Vlad
snarled in Stryker'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
Stryker'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 till 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 Stryker'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 forward, 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
obviously 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 Stryker 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 throat. 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 disdainfully 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
hottest 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 triumph, as he placed his Saliva-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
close-up 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
Stryker'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 Stryker, 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 unmistakable 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 close-up 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
Stryker'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. Its
initial bend inward was a desperate act of futility, for
once the guardian of his sacred portal could no longer
retreat, its fate was sealed! A second, louder gasp
signaled 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 Stryker Force.
In the meantime, Hector, duplicating the role of
Stryker'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 consummate 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 -- 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 Stryker 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 Stryker'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 Stryker 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, and 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 Port-a-johns 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 close-ups of hot urine
pouring 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 citizen 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 psychotropic 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 psychotropic 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 debutante'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 unbelievable, 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 Stryker 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 a while 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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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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