Introduction:
If you are writing online, you should be careful. You never know who reads your stories. Or what those stories tell about you. A famous pornstar was looking for some online inspiration. He found the guy who wrote them. Using it against him. But the guy was nothing like the heavy-action smut he wrote online.

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Be Careful.

Making a Porn movie is hard work.

It was 2:30 p.m. on Friday afternoon when Stryker snuggled up on the loveseat beside my man. Smelling fresh after the three of us had taken a shower together. Looking lovingly into Rick's eyes. Silently thanking Payne for the cool leather jacket he had gifted him. Truth be told, I was a little jealous watching the two. Johnny really looked good in that coat. But I knew Rick would share the dude with me.

Stryker started to answer Rick's inquiries.
"Well, Master Pain - ..." he started to say, but Rick stopped him.
"Stick with Rick, bro... I am not about to hurt you, kiddo... Well, not unless you really want me to... Darek brought all his whips and paddles... And I know a few tricks that would make you scream... Even some that might leave permanent marks if you don't do as I say..." he laughed maliciously.

"Okay... Well, as I was about to say... I am John Jenkins... I am gay... Have been since I was 12... That is to say, I regularly had sex with guys from middle school... After my best friend took my virginity in the school showers... We kept it secret for a long time... I loved it, though... But he turned out to be an entitled prick!... Not a friend at all... The asshole never moved on from middle school... To this day, he is still raping little boys behind our local dancing for money... I HATE HIM!..." shouted Stryker suddenly.

"Is that the guy who accosted you in the diner?..." I asked Stryker. Putting a fatherly hand on John's chest. Sitting on the loveseat's armrest next to him.
"Yeah, George Edward Barnabald Mason the TURD... Entitled pedo..." said John in anger. Rick snorted in his whisky and laughed. Flicking his eyebrows up at the boy.

John continued, "I have tried girls at high school for a while... But sex with guys is just that much nicer... I haven't met anyone I really like, though... There are not that many gays in this area, either... Or maybe I am being too picky?... But I like my freedom..." sighed John, recalling his first time.
"I work shifts at the meatpacking plant in town... As a cleaner... Oh, please don't give me that look, Payne!... It's an honest job, it pays well, and I am good at it!... All the meat I can eat - and suck - at the factory... Those butchers do get ever so lonely sometimes... So, who am I to complain?..." snarled Stryker at Rick's disgusted look. Twisting his lips into a naughty grin.

"I also like to write... I majored in English at college... And I freelance for the local newspaper... As I told Darek, I don't shout about being gay... It's not a smart thing to do in this city!... You two take a heck of a risk shooting a gay movie in this town, though... However, I am delighted I bumped into your husband, Rick... Surprised... But very glad..." said Stryker J. Warning the two of us.

Rick laughed warmly. Flashing his gold tooth at the boy. Resting his sizeable black hand a little too close to John's dick, rubbing his inner thigh. "The pleasure is all ours, bro... What do you do for amusement around here... Darek told me Middleberg lacks a good red-light district... Or gay bars, for that matter... We should invite you to New York... We live on the same street as the Eagle - a leather bar in Manhattan... We can take you clubbing and introduce you to a dungeon darkroom we both like... Damn, bro... You do look cool in that jacket... It suits you better than me, Johnny..." Rick Payne said. Briefly kissing Stryker on the cheek.

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Stryker J in his new cafe-racer jacket

Stryker smiled. He looked first at Rick, then back at me. Muttering, "Hmmm... Sounds like fun... You two need to train me up a bit, though... But you are right, Rick... I do love the look and feel of your jacket... I can combine it with regular pants too, and still feel sexy as fuck... Thanks man!..."
"It's not my jacket, bro... It's your's... You've earned it, Stryker..." said Rick Payne brotherly. He had the same look in his eye as I had. Rick saw the dude as his little brother, too. They were only 6 years apart. You had to overlook the skin color difference. But other than that, Rick also loved this musculin dude.
"Let the boy finish his story, Rick..." I said. Silencing Payne with a quelling look. If Rick started talking, he usually got going for hours. And I wanted to learn more about John ' Stryker ' Jenkins.

Stryker stroked his hand over the leather-clad chest and sighed. Moaning a little. Looking like he could not believe his luck. Johnny continued explaining himself.
"For my sexual release... I love to write about my fantasies on sites like GayDemon... But that's just it... Fucking fantasies... Until today, I had no actual experience in bondage or domination... And I know I have not even begun to experience it for real... Hope you guys can help, though... Let alone having sex dressed in fucking cool leather... I loved it, Darek!... Thanks, guys..." sighed Stryker, kissing Rick on the cheek. Rubbing over the bulge in Payne's sweatpants.

"You should be much more careful about what you write online, bro..." muttered Rick Payne.
"Ha, that's what I told him too... But I am fucking glad he did, though... Or we would have never met..." I said to my husband.
"I never expected that people from the industry would read those stories, though!... So, imagine my surprise when Darek left me messages there!... I was convinced those were all fake!..." said Stryker.

"And as for the pseudonym Stryker J... Well, I wanted some privacy online... Hoping no one around here would find out who was behind writing that filth... Jeff Stryker is one of my favorite pornstars of all time... Well, apart from Darek Steel, of course... You remind me of him, actually, Steel... But I also like people like Jeff Palmer or Peto Coast... Especially if they dress up in leather... Shit... I do watch a lot of porn... Anyway, I chose Jeff's last name and added the first letter of my first name to it... Also a 'J', come to think of it..." said Stryker J, smirkingly as we let him talk into silence.

I handed Stryker J tomorrow's amended script to read. Standing up behind him, I put a hand under his chin and bent his head back. John let my tongue part his upside-down lips.
"I fucking love you, son!... I am thrilled we got to meet!... Take a look at this script... The executive producers did not want to pay extra for adult actors who could deliver their lines convincingly... We managed to invite some of our friends, though... You'll meet them later while we rehearse the script with them..." I sighed disappointedly.

Looking aside at my husband, I said worriedly, "Sad to see the producers pushed Oswald on us, Rick... I've worked with him... He's, too... Uhmm... Too straight for my liking... Will he be joining us tonight?..."
"Yes, I know, right?... But what could I do?... We'll make the best of it, bro... We always do, nigger..." said Rick to me. Stryker gasped. Hiding it as a cough.
"Who is that Oswald guy?..." asked Stryker, reading the script.
"Oswald Roper is the director... Older guy, Short gray crew-cut, Glasses, German, I believe... Very strict!... Best to avoid him..." explained Rick half warningly.

We let Stryker read the script. The boy clearly wasn't impressed.
"Damn... I had expected something else... I can imagine what this will look like... Sure... It has its kinky bits I love... But the storyline has many gaps... It doesn't flow... It has no beginning, or end..." John said as he stifled a wide yawn.
"Shit, bro... Is it that boring?..." asked Rick in surprise at the yawn.

"Oh... Sorry... No, man... It's not that bad... It just needs a little something extra to tell the story... And screwing your man was hard work, too!... That... And I came off my last of a series of morning shifts around noon today... I hate those!... I am more of an evening-shift kind of guy... Normally, I would have eaten and dived straight into my bed..." said Stryker J tiredly.
"I can't agree more with you, bro..." said Rick. Letting out a whistling breath of despair about the script.

Suddenly, Stryker put up his hand. One finger pointed in the air. Asking for silence, even though no one spoke. He thought hard for a moment and took out his phone. John called a guy named Miguell. From what we overheard of his conversation, John asked the man if we could rent the diner for an hour or two in the early morning. Telling him we would be shooting a little movie and needed a place for the opening scene. The boy said nothing about the rest of the movie or the gay sex to him. 

Telling the diner's owner it was about a couple of rough bikers listening to a few loose women talking to each other over breakfast. Stryker even pre-ordered some food and drinks after he asked us how many actors and crew would be needed for the scene.
The owner said he would throw in the food and drinks for free if we showed the diner's name in the movie. When Stryker told Miguell Soto that it was not that kind of movie, the owner laughed. He evidently understood it was an adult movie that John was working on. He told John he needed to consult his cook and hung up.

In the meantime, Stryker grabbed Rick's laptop and added his vision for the opening scene to the script. Explaining to us that the girl the logging boss had been abusing had escaped. She had walked all the way into town to warn her girlfriends against the lumberjacks. Stryker even wrote a few simple lines for the 4 women in that scene. 2 of them told her they had also run foul of the lumberjacks while jogging in the woods. Saying they watched the filthy, oversexed men having sex with each other as well. This tied in nicely with the rest of the gay script. The bikers would sit on the other end of the diner, overhearing the women talk. Outside, the gay bikers would decide to take matters into their own hands since the cops did nothing to remedy the situation.

15 minutes later, the owner called John back to confirm the appointment. Stryker put him on speakerphone. The voice of the older Mexican man told us all we needed to know about him. He was out; he was proud. He was queer as fuck! We would need to start about 7:30 a.m. And be out of there around 9:00 a.m. So the diner could prepare for the Saturday brunch hour rush. Soto did not even seem to mind the nature of the movie. 

In fact, he tentatively asked if his 23-year-old dishwasher could play a small, none-speaking part. Adding softly that the youth was gay as well. This startled John. Obviously, Miguell knew the boy better. Stryker reluctantly laughed, telling the Mexican he would ask the producer. Suggesting that the boy could play a waiter, serving the bikers in the background. Rick nodded in agreement. This pleased Miguell Soto so much that he let us use Soto's diner free of cost.

Rick could not hold it in his pants anymore. The long, sleek black mamba stood proud. And needed some definite attention of its own. Stryker glanced at the leaky glans, swiped the precum off, and tasted it eagerly. Looking as if this obscene action was the most normal thing in the world in polite company. This kid was something else!

If Rick and I weren't impressed with John ' Stryker ' Jenkins before, we definitely are now! He single-handedly saved the movie. John returned Rick's computer and laid his head on the back of the loveseat.
"Okay... Yeah... That should work..." said Stryker, talking more to himself. Thinking over the slight change of plan. "Rick... You have to create a little B-roll scene where the used girl escapes this cabin... Preferably in the early morning light... Make it look like she has been held captive for a couple of days, though... Used and bruised by a few men... Or something like that..." Stryker rubbed his sleepy eyes and curled onto Rick's lap. Letting the beautiful black dick stroke his hair. Usually, Payne did not get this excited about a script. But he looked like he regretted his decision to quit acting now.

"Okay... You'll need to take a nap, kid..." I said as I lifted the yawning Johnny up and carried him back to the master bedroom. "I'll call you when dinner is ready, Son... Does Chinese sound okay to you?..."
"Oooh yeah... Love me some Chinese, Sir..." he said as I kissed him good night. John looked exhausted. He kicked off his boots and removed his pants. But Stryker J kept the cafe-racer jacket on. He looked like an angel as he dropped off to sleep. Well, no, more like a tough, mother fucking little devil. 

Rick and I were going to have such fun with this one! I wasn't old enough to be his father. Yet, I could see me doing a full-fledged porn with him as my gay-curious step-son. Showing him how guys fuck each other. Teaching him what the birds and the bees do at night. Sharing his holes with a couple of biker friends. Shit, that script wrote itself.

Late in the afternoon, people started arriving at the cabin. Some of my friends, I had already worked with, came by car from the East. Others had driven to Middleberg by rented car or Uber from the airport. Having flown in from California. Complaining it was in the middle of nowhere. The female actors, the lumberjacks, and Oswald Roper, arrived a little after them in a minibus. Last to arrive were Chris Darkhardt and Ryan Longfellow. Both looked as impressive as ever. The two are old friends of Rick and me.

At 27 years old, Darkhardt would be the youngest of the crew. Chris is a professional lumberjack by trade. But he also acted and did stunts for mainstream movies. His portfolio included his gay Onlyfans account. Loving to roleplay in different outfits. Letting his fans join him on-camera, acting as an escort. And earning a shit load of money that way. Tomorrow, the stud would be our safety guy. Seeing as the script called for the use of chainsaws.

Ryan, a 34-year-old ebony Jamaican, could have been playing NBA basketball. With his sporty, powerful 6' 7", he was tall enough for it. But Longfellow chose to become an internationally renowned cameraman. He dabbled in directing porn too. He even let his foot-long ebony baseball bat join the party on occasion.
Ryan and Rick had known each other since primary school. Having lived on the same street all of their life. Both friends called each other nigg'r all the time. Fuck they even called me their favorite white nigger, if we were alone together. I do like something hot and black inside me. Preferably with 2 lumpy sugars. And these friends took care of that need with pleasure.

I was glad Chris and Ryan were here to help Rick and me with this movie. The two men would be staying in the cabin with us. With Johnny, that made 5. The rest had rented lodgings in town. Outside, I quickly explained the presence of John Stryker to Ryan and Chris.
Apparently, Chris had heard of him too. He seemed excited to meet him. So I told Darkhardt all about him. How we met. What Rick and I did with him already. Chris's hardt-wood woody told Ryan and me enough. Chris grabbed 3 chainsaws and orange safety chaps from his truck, following Ryan and me inside.

The party had already started. Everyone was merrily chatting with each other about the movie. They ate some appetizers and downed some drinks I had prepared for them. 
Oswald was already in a bad mood. Rick had handed him the last-minute script changes. Taking back some of the control he had lost over the movie. The director and producer were arguing harshly in the living room.
Oswald Roper's mood did not improve when he saw the unknown John Stryker enter the room. The young sporty stud still wore his new cafe-racer jacket and baggy black cargo shorts. He had replaced the sneakers with his tougher black workboots, though.

"And who the fuck are you?..." yelled Roper at John.
I put up a hand to stop Stryker from answering.
"Roper!... Mind your manors, man... Mister Stryker is here as my guest... It's his script idea... He is here to ensure this movie works as Rick and I had intended it to... And might I remind you we paid for this location out of our own pocket?..." I called to the director in anger. I saw Stryker blush. Looking demurely at the floor. Swaying a little.

"Ah, good!... I liked the original script much better anyway... I love a good storyline..." interjected Ryan Longfellow from the kitchen area where the cast had congregated.
"Ich muchte hinwisen das - ..." started Roper to scream in german. Realizing no one but he understood it, the director switched to English. "I want to point out that I don't shoot movies with... With outsiders watching..."
"Good... John is my PA, and he's a damned good fluffer... So, not an outsider at all... I'll pay him myself... Stryker is here to stay..."

"Well, come on, guys... 'Ich werde diese Scheiß-show verlassen'... I am leaving this shit show... Are you coming?..." Oswald commanded in his broken English to the actors he brought. He looked daggers at the actors playing the lumberjacks and the older logging boss. When none of them followed him, he looked aggressively at the females.
One of them, Clarissa, called, "Piss off Roper... Read the script!... It's a good one!..." she brandished the new script at him. Stryker's name was on it as co-writer.

"Exit stage left..." laughed Ryan Longfellow. "Rick, buddy... Make sure you stop his salary..." he said nastily before Roper stumped away in anger.
The drama was too much for poor Stryker J. Chris Darkhardt saw this. He caught the swaying boy and guided him to the couch.
"Ricky... Can you go over the new script with us?... Are we still on for tomorrow?..." Chris Darkhardt asked on behalf of the assembled cast and crew. 

Johnny looked imploringly over at Rick Payne and me. Fearing he was the cause of all these antics. 
Chris put his head close to John Stryker. He whispered something in the boy's ear that none of us heard. The lengthy discussion the two had cheered Johnny right up, though. Chris put an arm around John's shoulder after the boy vigorously nodded yes. Looking with wide eyes at Darkhardt before kissing him in thanks. I wondered what that was all about. 

However, I had more pressing matters to attend to. I looked around at the other people in the room. They all - no exceptions - nodded approvingly. 
Only John Wilde asked, "Who will direct the movie then?...".
John Wilde was playing the older logging boss. The only bisexual-straight guy in the room. Sure, he had agreed to get used by the gay bikers. In fact, the heteroflexible guy had openly said he was looking forward to it. Getting used and abused in some hardcore BDSM-action. And that was the only reason I agreed to have sex with the flabby 62-year-old. Wilde expected that his lack of experience with other guys could bring something new to the movie.

Rick Payne looked quizzically at his long-time friend. Ryan Longfellow agreed to film and direct the movie in a heartbeat. Cheering the entire group up. Some of them had worked with Ryan before. Heck, some even had the intimate pleasure of the black stallions 12 inches. Even the women eyed him longingly.
"Good, that's settled then!..." exclaimed Rick Payne in his producer role. Ruffling up Stryker's hair. Winking at him. He handed the new script to anyone who needed a copy. We went over it in detail until the Chinese food arrived.

After dinner together, the women rehearsed their lines for the scene in the diner. Although the guys and I included Stryker as best we could in our male bonding antics. It was clear he had never been in a room with this much gay testosterone. Yet John kept looking distractedly over at the rehearsing women.
"Okay... Ummm... What can I call you?... Girls?... I don't want to offend you - ..." he started to say to the women.
"Buddy... You can call me anything... You are sweet... I hope you'll play one of the lumberjacks..." Clarissa said, wishfully stroking the boy's cock and balls softly over his cargo shorts.

"Thanks... But sorry... No... I'll stay on the other side of the camera... Besides... I am more into those biker guys myself..." grinned John as he looked around the table where they sat drinking. He enjoyed the affection of the women, nonetheless.
The last remark did not go unnoticed by the guys playing the brutal bikers in this movie. They barked their approval.
But Chris Darkhardt looked at Johnny ' Stryker ' Jenkins and shouted, "I call dibs!..."

"Shhh... I'll let you know in what order and at what intensity I will take any of you..." said Stryker sternly. "But sure... Let me sleep on Chris tonight... Uhmm, I mean, sleep on that tonight... So, no more alcohol!... Early to bed and be here on time!... Anyone in the opening scene arriving after 6 a.m. is out of a job... Understood?..." John Stryker barked at the actors. "We got lots to do in one day!..."
He looked over at Rick Payne, and the man nodded in total agreement. I saw the boy for what he was: an assistant producer. A writer, a director, a visionary, and a fluffer extraordinaire.

"Anyway... Uhmm, Girls..." the boy said to the females. And the room fell quiet. Everyone listened to what Stryker had to say.
"Don't learn these lines by heart... Instead, understand the direction this story is going in... Use your own words..."
"Clarissa... You come walking into the diner... Having escaped the logging boss and his men... They beat you up and fucked you meanly for 3 days straight... You want to warn your girlfriends to stay away from the woods..."
"Two of you tell Clarissa you have caught the lumberjacks having sex with each other... They caught and used you in the woods, too... But make it sound as if this is a normal yet urgent conversation you 4 are having... Do you understand what I am saying?..." The female actors fully understood. 

"Oh?... can I do some fake bruises and whipping marks on Clarissa?..." asked the older woman who did the wardrobe and makeup.
"Yeah!... Maybe some choking marks on my neck, too... I have a few of these white blouses... We can tear up one and add some traces of blood and shit..." called Clarissa in glee.
"Blood okay, but no shit!..." laughed Stryker. The room dubbled up with laughter.

"Guys?..." said Stryker to the biker gang and me. "In this opening scene, you 6 have a few lines in the parking lot outside as well... Think about what you want to say... Deciding to teach the lumberjacks a painful lesson..."
"Darek... Make sure you bring your bullwhip... We only have a little time for that scene... It's in a public place... And we should not attract any unwanted attention..." The man and I understood and put our heads together. Hearing Johnny talk in images, rather than words, gave us all goosebumps.

"Longfellow?..." asked Stryker. "The diner scene is short and simple enough... But it makes or breaks this movie... The bikers will park outside... The girls will sit halfway down the restaurant... You can set up 3 cameras... One close on Clarissa from the East... One from the west for the wide view with the bikers in the back... And one from the kitchen doorway for the girl's discussion of current events..."
"And you may want to shoot some B-roll of the outside, too... Watching the bikers enter... And drive away afterward..." said the boy, drawing the diner's layout on a napkin.
"Ah... thanks for this info, bro... That helps speed-up the proceedings..." said Ryan warmly. Stroking his leather-clad shoulder.

I took Stryker J aside. I proudly said in earshot of Rick and Ryan, "Keep this up, and we will pay you Oswald's cut... You keep doing what you just did... I am impressed, son..." Rick nodded vigorously.
"No need, Sir... In fact, you've already paid me enough... This is going to be fun... Hard work... But, fun..." said John ' Stryker ' Jenkins hotly, looking over at Rick Payne. 

Rick shook his head. "Nah, bro... Before you leave us, I want to see you dressed like a sexy young biker dude in full leather... In your own gear... Ryan, Darek, Chris, and I will take your holes for a ride you won't forget... Train you up a bit in bondage and domination... Give you enough material for a year to write about..." grunted Rick dirty in Stryker's ear. Turning the kid on.

I added, "Just imagine this... Four guys, full leather... Four guys filling both holes, and both hands at the same time... Four guys showering you in thick juicy cum... Christening your new leather outfit..." I sight hornily.
"Ha... Better stop talking now, Darek Steel... Or I will jizz my pants on the spot... Love the idea, though... But will you guys be taking turns on me?..." John laughed at us.
"Bro... We will!... And we film the lot..." threatened Ryan Longfellow.
"Cool... But don't make promises you can't keep..." snarled Stryker, grabbing Ryan's free-swinging balls in his sweatpants.

Chris Darkhardt put an arm around Stryker's neck. He had been listening to Rick, Ryan, and me. The boy looked at Chris, tilted his head, and kissed the lumberjack as if they were boyfriends. 
"What did you tell John when you sat beside him before Oswald left?..." I asked Chris Darkhardt.

"Oh, that?... Ha... Well, apparently, Stryker did not realize we were penpals all through college... At some point, he let slip he also wrote porn online... I found his account... And I kept chatting with him for years on GayDemon under a different name... John told my pseudonym all about Chris Darkhardt... Gossiping fucker... So when we finally met tonight, I whispered in his ear that I would do all the dirty, naughty things we have discussed over the years... Make him mine... I only live 3 towns away from John... So I asked if he'd like to date me... I am ready to settle down..." said Chris with a naughty grin.

"And I said yes!..." sighed Johnny happily. "Easy as that!... meet my meat... Chris Jenkins Darkhardt..." joked Stryker as he smooched his man dearly.
There was nothing more to be said. My chance meeting with John ' Stryker ' Jenkins had put actions into motion none of us could have foreseen.
"Just forgive the noise we are about to make tonight... Chris is going to ram his tree trunk up my ass... Gape me open... And fill me with his wood glue... If I don't do as he tells me to... Then he will use his 8" wood splitter on me, anyway... Ha... I'd love to see him try!... I've told him he can suck all the sap out of my 7" twig tonight... I think he's looking forward to that too..." said John, looking at the excitedly nodding Chris Darkhardt.

"Looks like it's just you and me this week, Darek..." sighed Rick as he playfully slapped Johnny's face.
"Hell, No!... After the porn shoot, the two of us are at your service, Sirs... I don't start work again until Wednesday evening... I need all the teachers I can get... Chris can prep my ass for you and Darek... Ryan also said he wanted a bit of this action... Should be fun... Right?..." Stryker said hopefully. Ryan took his erect oversized 12" cock out of the gray sweatpants in the middle of the room. Chris, Stryker, and I put a hand on it. And still, the juicy ebony head poked out the top.

The boy talked with all the adult women and the men. He even dropped to his knees. Measuring Ryan's foot-long ebony sausage. The boy had not believed that Longfellow honored his name in this way. Expecting it was a pseudonym. The atmosphere was rather horny. It wasn't long before the living room TV started emitting the unmistakable sounds of rambunctious, unbridled lovemaking.

Even the oldest guy, John Wilde, started enjoying himself. Discussing sex with the bikers. Asking how they would abuse him. Talking limits and safety words. One of them guided Wilde into a bunkroom. Giving the logging boss a preview of what the two would be doing tomorrow. Leaving Wilde's spanked ass locked in the stocks. Calling for others to take over from him. Several guys heeded the call. Some only watched, while others plugged the mark. Stretching him open before the main event tomorrow. John Wilde seemed to enjoy this. But he was glad the last one released him. The painful wooden stockade had held his neck and wrists captured while they used him.

One of Clarissa's friends sat on Stryker's lap. Watching the bi-sex porn on the TV with him. Kissing the boy. Getting fingered by him. She came with a prolonged scream that shook the windows. 4 of Johnny's fingers stuffed the muff halfway up his hand. The boy's thumb pounded her clit so roughly that she squirted 3 feet across the couch. Watched by a dozen horny guys and girls. Filmed by Longfellow and his crew from all angles. 

It was about 10:00 p.m. when Rick ordered the cast to bed. Telling them to report back here at 5:45 a.m. for wardrobe and makeup. This was ridiculously early for a porn shoot. But Stryker's vision called explicitly for early morning sun. And the cast and crew getting together like this was out of the norm, too. Yet, this movie would only be half as good if we had done so. I could feel it in my bones. We were going to enjoy working together. And that in more than one way. Rick and Ryan Longfellow had worked out the order of the scenes. By now, everyone knew what was expected of them. The girls and guys had rehearsed their improvised lines. 

And Stryker. Well, the boy helped Ryan Longfellow give directions to them all. Everyone seemed to like him. What's not to like? The boy - in his plain, sexy, cafe-racer jacket - looked the part. Even though he was the youngest here, he stood his ground. I could respect that in him. Gone was all trace of nervousness. The 25-year-old man had grown over the last 12 hours. He knew what was expected of him, and Stryker took his role and went with it like a seasoned pro.

Chris and Stryker J were the first to stir the following day. I doubted they had more than 5 hours sleep. Having a bunkroom to themselves, and a lot to catch up on. Fucking like rabbits. They set the table as a breakfast bar. The makeup mirror was set up. Clarissa and the woman from the wardrobe department were the first to come to the cabin. Painting the war-marks on the actress. It looked convincingly painful. Clarissa got a black eye and choking marks. She wore a ripped white blouse with fake cum stains. For the first scene outside. Stryker had found some red ink and added the thickened liquid to her blouse collar. Ryan Longfellow and his crew set up their equipment for the escape scene at first light. Before long, everyone was at the cabin. Eager to make our vision come to life.

The scene inside Soto's diner went off without a hitch. Stryker asked for a re-take, though. He had spotted some locals watching the camera crew from outside. The actresses delivered their lines naturally. Convincing even Ryan. 
The second time the boy stopped the director, was for a truck with Middleberg advertising on the back. The dude had eyes on a swivel. I could only watch from a distance. Playing the bike gang leader. The boys looked their part.
Even the queer dishwasher acted professionally. We bullied him a little in the background. The bulging apron showed that he liked the butch, leather-dressed men toying with him. But none of us made a sound. Rick Payne paid Miguell Soto and the dishwasher for their time and effort. Telling them they would get a free copy of the movie as well.

Back at the cabin, John Wilde and Clarissa did their thing. He took her while she resisted him with all her might. They clearly had talked this over. Ryan Longfellow and his crew only needed 2 takes to get the action in the can. Later that day, the two would be going at it again. Increasing the bruising on the captured whore. Luckily porn is all fake. It looked and sounded brutally sick, though. 
Just like the scene between the lumberjacks and the jogging local sluts. They chased and captured the two. Used them tied over freshly felt hardwood trees. Threatening them with their dicks and chainsaws. Stryker helped 2 of them keep hard off camera while the close-up action was filmed. 

All of this was rather nasty. But it got much worse for them when the 5 bikers and I caught up with them the following day. In real life, these scenes were only hours apart, though. Movie magic and a dark camera filter did the rest. 
We gave loggers leather-clad hardwood to deal with. After the rough outdoor sex, we dragged them to their camp behind our bikes. We fought with 3 more lumberjacks. And captured them and their boss in the cabin. 

What happened next was a pandamonium of gay bondage and domination. Stryker made us re-take one particular scene, because one of the less experienced lumberjack actors had changed something in his outfit. The young dude was taking photos between setups. Comparing the pictures for continuity. Something Rick and Ryan appreciated very much. Since their focus was somewhere else.

Stryker was enjoying the video shoot. Like a spider in its web, he was in complete control. Or so it seemed. Chris Darkhardt had replaced one of the lumberjacks who had failed to turn up on the day of the shoot. Ryan Longfellow made sure Chris's face wasn't on camera. Yet, Stryker found it difficult to watch when 2 of the bikers were called to brutalize his new boyfriend. 
I wasn't in this scene. So I stood behind the boy. Whispering very quietly into his ear, "It's okay, buddy... Chris isn't going to be hurt... He screamed harder when you took him last night... Not jallous are you, Son?..."
Stryker shook his head.
"Good boy!... just watch and learn..." Apparently, this was the right thing to say. Johnny looked a lot happier now. 

He looked at the script and the schedule. Stryker J pointed out that we were an hour ahead of plan. "Good... That's all thanks to you, buddy..." I whispered proudly.
My big scene with the logging boss was up. Stryker deployed his primary weapon on my rod. Those plump lips woke my 9-inch dick like a pro. Even the other man could not help but grin naughtily at his skill. Wishing they were next.

My men had cornered the logging boss in his office. They worked him over a bit, and he crumbled in fear. I used the short bullwhip on him. Tearing the office shirt from his chest like Zorrow. Yet leaving no mark on the flesh.
I heard Stryker whimper. Rick Payne had to calm him down. "Don't worry, bro... Darek knows his way around a whip and paddle... He can nock the hairs off an ant's sack with that thing..."
Yet, on camera, it looked like attempted murder to Stryker. "Dude... It's all fake..." muttered Chris, quietly standing before the boy. Darkhardt kissed him while Rick held the man from behind. The baggy shorts had dropped around Stryker's ankles. The dude had dispensed with underwear.

The two started making love to him in the middle of the living room. Making no sound, but fucking and sucking Stryker J at the same time. Rick's big black cock disappeared so deep it lifted Johnny off his feet. In turn, Stryker's dick throated his man until he started to shake uncontrollably. He was soundlessly ejaculating in the throat of Darkhardt.

"Cut... That's a wrap..." called Ryan Longfellow. However, looking at what was happening right behind him, he laughed and said, "Get a room, you three... Ricky... call me if you need a hand... If he can take 10", then our Stryker can surely take 12"... That does look like fun, though..."
"Who are you calling Shirley... Nigg'r?..." joked Stryker. Shocking himself. 

John didn't seem the type to use language like that. Yet everyone around him laughed loudly, including Ryan Longfellow himself. The black stallions Rick and Ryan had never minded anyone using the n-word with them. But Stryker J wanted to sink through the floor. He clearly never used a word like that before. "Awe man... Sorry, man... I didn't mean to say that..." he said apologetically to Ryan Longfellow.

"Ha... Well, boy... Don't sweat it!... Just keep your ass lubed... I'll take it out of there at the end of the day..." Ryan winked at Stryker. Watching how Chris turned his back to the boy, pushing back on him. Rick aimed the tool directly into the presented love tunnel. With a loud moan, some choice swear words, and a deep sigh, Stryker J's cock disappeared inside Darkhardt. 

The boy had tears in his eyes, though. Mouthing to Ryan Longfellow how sorry he was for using the n-word on him. The off-camera, impromptu threesome was watched by most of the cast. Ryan just laughed derisively. Mocking the boy. He stepped nearer when Johnny started to cry for real. Grabbing the dude by the chin and sticking his tongue down Stryker's throat. 

Meanwhile, the crew set up the master bedroom scene between the biker gang and the 62-year-old logging boss. His men watched, terrified, while sitting, hanging, or lying hogtied up against the wall. Whipping and punching marks, real and fake, clearly visible. My men joined me fucking the straightness out of them. Warning them never to use or abuse the local girls again. Threatening those lumberjacks while we seeded, pissed over, and fisted the lot. The camera loved the domination and bondage action.

After dinner, we wrapped up the day with some loose ends. 3 more scenes needed to be canned. But slowly, the cabin got a lot more quiet. It was a hard day's work. Every one of us had the idea this would be one of the roughest movies out there. Not in the least Stryker J. 
We all agreed this was only possible because of him. Yet, the boy was avoiding Ryan Longfellow like the plague. Johnny turned red whenever Ryan looked at him. Chris gestured at Ryan. Urging him to talk to Stryker. But Ryan shook his head. Longfellow knew John had meant no harm. It just slipped out in the heat of battle. It was a joke.

But when Chris kept insisting, he walked up to Stryker J. "You... Me... Bedroom... Now!..." he snarled in John's face.
Stryker hung his head. He knew he was in for it now!
Ryan grabbed the boy by the lower arm. Guiding him violently to the master bedroom. Slamming the door closed with his foot. He pointed to a spot in front of the blanket chest.
"On your knees!..." Ryan commanded.
Stryker complied in trepidation. He again started apologizing for using the n-word earlier. Trembling in fear of the tall Jamaican. Ryan smacked him with the back of his hand across the face. Telling him to stop talking shit.

Ryan Longfellow dropped his pants and ripped his shirt off. He even kicked off his hightops. Fully naked, he called, "Open wide..."
Ryan commanded boomingly, "Wider than that, bro... How is all of this going to fit in there, boy?..." Pointing to his semi-erect monster cock.
"Swallow!..." he called. Stuffing the 12" of ebony goodness in Stryker's mouth. Trying to force himself into the boy's throat. Using both hands to prevent the boy from pulling back.

We already knew that Stryker had little or no gag reflex. But this time, he nearly puked. Shortly after, the boy finally managed to feel the hairs on Ryan's black nuts tickle his chin. Taking the flexible brown sausage deep into his esophagus. 
It was over just like that. All vicious anger had abated. No deep-throat pounding. No brutal face fuck. Was this all just another test? Like so many the boy had to endure over the last 24 hours?

Longfellow put a hand on the blanket chest and instructed much more calmly and sweetly. "Now you can fuck my black nigger ass, buddy... Only a handful of guys ever managed to take all of me like that... That earns you the right to call me whatever you like in my book, bro... Please fuck me hard, Stryker!... Tear me a new one!..."

When the stunned boy did not instantly react, Ryan turned around again. He put his huge hands under Johnny's armpits and lifted him bodily off the floor. Throwing the boy from a height onto the leather-covered California King. Longfellow pulled all of Stryker's clothes off and sucked him hard. Straddled the dude's waist. Grabbing Johnny's trembling cock in one hand and sliding his ebony cunt resolute over the prick. Riding him like a cowboy.
"Do you - ?... Do you really not mind?... It just slipped out..." sighed Stryker.
"Just take care your dick doesn't slide out... Let me do the rest... Fuck me hard!... Take my black ass like a thug, bro... Do me!..."

It was a good one and a quarter of an hour before the 2 joined us. Chris, Rick, and I watched the men return to the living room arm in arm. My man handed Ryan and the sperm-covered Stryker a beer. We had watched most of their antics on the TV screen. Longfellow had streamed it on a closed loop. Using 3 cameras he had secretly set up. Recording the heavy action.

After Stryker had topped the ebony bull, he got his ass handed back to him. Ryan spanked the living daylights out of Johnny. Fucking the 12-inch flexible slong into the white twink like a pro. Screwing the dude harder than we had ever seen him do. The black stallion even hung him from the ceiling. Choking and paddling him a little. Using some of Rick Payne's favorite rope tricks. Breeding and feeding Stryker 3 or 4 times. The action was good enough to sell by itself as a high-end porn movie.

Stryker plopped on Chris's lap. Darkhardt said, impressed, "Did you enjoy that?..."
"Yup... Hard work... But well worth it... However, I bet you can do better, Chris..." John said, smirkingly at his men.
"At least the hard work is over... You're nice and loose now..." Chris joked back.
Stryker raised his bottle, "To everlasting friends, with benefits!..."

"TO FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS..." we echoed.

< The End >

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