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.

Careful what you write about Online.

When I returned, the 25-year-old boy sat on a barstool at the kitchen island. Stryker J had my coffee and sandwich ready, as ordered. 
"There you go, Master Steel... Your food is - ... WOW... Holy fuck, Sir!... WOOF..."
His mouth fell open at the sight of me. I had changed outfits. I wore a half-unbuttoned, white, short-sleeve office shirt over an X-harness with chrome snaps. Around my upper arms, I had strapped leather belts. Constraining my biceps tightly. On my right wrist, I had put a wide leather wristband. All in all, it was an excellent, sophisticated master look.
However, Stryker was interested in something other than my top. His gaze had instantly dropped to my pants. The thick leather jeans had a full back-to-front zipper and a belt with black studs. My formidable 9-inch pornstar dick bulged the tight crotch. The polished, tall, square-toed Wesco harness boots and leather baseball cap completed the stern look. It made the boy shiver in anticipation.

As John swiveled the barstool around to take a better look at me, he accidentally slid off it. Dropping to the floor. Landing between my boots. He had not meant to do that, but I made use of the situation nonetheless.
"Good boy!..." I said derisively, "While you are down there... LICK MY BOOTS CLEAN, BOY!..." I meanly barked demandingly.

I could see fear had gripped Stryker's balls, and it squeezed them hard. The boy was conflicted as fuck. On the one hand, he desperately wanted me, his favorite pornstar, to take his ass. Or any guy wearing this much leather, for that matter. On the other hand, it was clear this whole domination shit was actually new to him.
"GOD DAMN, SON!... Don't give me that look!... This is just a bit of foreplay... Lick my fucking boots, Stryker!... Or I'll kick you in the balls with them!... DO IT!... So I can do you, bitch!..."

Stryker, however, did not react. So I added, "I've told you to listen to my commands... And then react accordingly..." I snarled, outraged. "You don't get to do whatever you want... Bitch... I'm in control here!... You do well to remember that!..."
And suddenly, as if a light flicked on in that dirty brain of Stryker J, he smiled up at me. The dude bent over. Sitting on his hands and knees. His ass pointed proudly into the air. His tongue slobbering both boots with plenty of spit.

"Good boy!... Stryker... I knew you would get there in the end..." I said praisingly. However, the way this guy could flip-flop between being scared shitless and being a slut stunned me.
"Thank you, Sir..." he muttered between swipes of his tongue and grunts of pleasure.
"Johnny?..." I asked, puzzled. "Can you sit up for a moment?..."
"Sir, Yes, Sir..." said Stryker, a little out of breath. Straightening up.
"How come one moment you glare up angrily at me, and the next you're on the floor like a slut?... I don't get you..."

Stryker smiled up at me. "Sir?... Permission to talk freely?..."
"Sure, Son..."
"Darek Steel... It's just that I did not understand what you would do to me... That frightened me... It scared me a lot, actually!... I've never been with a guy like you... Look at you... You're twice my size... You're a fucking pornstar... Even that cock is much wider than I am used to..." he sighed and looked straight at my crotch. "But... Uhmm... Well... when you said, ' - I'm in control here!... You do well to remember that! - ' I finally understood you... I wrote those lines in my first-ever domination story... I think you want to use my own stories to teach me a lesson... Am I right, Steel?..."

"Ha, you're fuck'n right, Son!... This is all an act to me... But our sex will be real, Stryker!... I am going to screw your brains out!... However, you should be much more careful about what you write online... People might expect you to have experience in Sodomy, Buggery, and Raw Leather sex..." I warned the kid. But he clearly got the message.
"And don't worry about my size... I'll lube you up good before I hang this thing in your ass and fuck your brains out... I've never met a guy that I could not nail to the wall... Wanna play with it?..." I asked, huskily stroking the 9 inches of man meat in my biker jeans.
"Or do I truly need to chloroform you and rape your ass anyway?..." I said gruffly but with a dirty smile that defused the situation. "Nevermind!... I will fuck you anyway, John... One way or another... And that might hurt a little at first... It might even be a lot rougher than you're used to... But first, I want to see what I have to work with... Get up!..." I said hard while I pulled Stryker J off his knees.

Taking half a step forward, I grabbed the boy by the collar of the leather biker jacket. Pulling him in close. I tilted my head and planted my lips on his. Softly kissing him and stroking the kid's leather-clad back.
"Shit, you look so hot in that jacket, Stryker... But take it off, son... It's mine!... In fact, Strip!... Sneakers and all..." I commanded hotly.

"Thank you, Sir... I love this jacket of yours... It makes me feel... Uhmm... Well... Tough... Thank you for letting me try it on, Darek..." said Stryker lovingly as he leaned forward to kiss me again. We smooched for real now. John's arms hooked around my back. I pressed one hand on the back of Stryker's blond head. My tongue explored his mouth. John's tongue was trying to play tonsil-hocky in mine. My hand unbuttoned his baggy cargo shorts. It dropped to the floor in an instant. 

"Ha... Bonus point for wearing a jock-strap, Stryker..." I grinned as my middle finger pressed against the rosebutt. After exploring this asshole for a bit, I made it plop out. Sticking the dirty fingers in John's mouth, ordering Stryker to make them nice and wet. The dude did not complain. Why would he? An actual professional pornstar was about to rail his boy-cunt.
A moment later, two slicked-up fingers slid in with relative ease, making Stryker J moan and groan in pleasure at the heavy-handed penetration. One more, and my dick would fit with no problem. 

The boy carefully unbuttoned my office shirt the rest of the way. Exposing the harness. Sliding a hand under the leather straps and looking at my massive chest. Handing me my biker jacket back, watching me eagerly as I put it on. As I flicked up the collar, the boy shivered again. He must really like the full-leather look I was going for.

"Shit, you look so hot, Sir... I love your gear... But... Uhmm... Why did you shave your beard off?... I mean... I like the fresh look on you... But doesn't that interfere with your master image?... You look a lot younger now... I love it, though... But... Well... How can I say this?... Are you sure you want me... You normally fuck older guys... I am only 25..." groaned Stryker hotly but worriedly. Stroking my shaved 37-year-old face and kissing me again. His dick was fully erect now. Extending the assless briefs to breaking point at the front.

"Glad you noticed, Son... But you mistake my movies for what I normally like... I am into young guys... Even ones younger than you, son... As for the new look, I decided to rebel a little against the producers... I'd much rather work with younger guys like you, Stryker... And make some kinky movies with a proper storyline... Shall we look at what the wardrobe department left for you to wear?..." I asked.
"What?... Am I to wear an outfit like yours?... Really?... I'd love that... My first real leather sex!..." said Stryker excitedly. Not sure why. But his excitement was infectious.

My hand was still exploring Stryker's tight boy butt. Walking arm in arm with him from the kitchen to the master bedroom. I could not stop myself. I bumped my hip against his. Like the high school bully, I was still at 37. Pushing the boy meanly to the side. Making the 25-year-old trip. I ignored his scream of shock. John landed over the armrest of the brown leather couch. Exactly where I wanted him. My leather jeans creaked as I squatted behind the exposed ass. My hands wrenched the cheeks apart. And my tongue tasted his sweet pink hole. Fuck, the rosebutt smelled too pleasant to ignore. I pushed a hand on John's back. Pinning him down while I let my spit drip over his backdoor.

"Oooh... Fuck... Yeah... Aaah... Nice Sir... Thank you, Sir..." he moaned in pleasure. Wriggling uncontrollably as he felt me go down on him.
"Good boy!... Tight ass, but not for long... I love that..." I muttered between swipes. I rimmed the hole until I felt the boy's sphincter relax. Getting up, I spat down John's crack. The streak of drool slid down the chute where my fingers worked it inside. First one. Then two. Stryker cringed a little. I slowly removed the two fingers, replacing them with a thick thumb. Letting it go down all the way. Hooking the free fingers around the base of the cockshaft. Pulling the 7-inch twink rod out of the assless briefs. While I pumped the hole with the spit-lubed thumb, I jerked John off with my freehand. 

The moans the boy made came straight out of a porn movie. He overdid it a bit, though.
"Shut the fuck up, bitch... This is NOT a porn movie... Real man don't grunt like that... Only pigs do!..." I said, smacking his ass much meaner than I had intended to.
"Ooowww!... that hurt, man!..." screamed Stryker nervously.
"Yes... I know... But my dick is going to harm you much worse if you don't listen to what I am saying..."
"Grumpff... Sir... Yes... Sir..." he muttered disagreeably. Clenching his butthole tight in fear.
At this point, I didn't care. I was ready to pop a load. I got up and unzipped. Ripping the fly open from the front, all the way past my balls, to the back. I grabbed John's hips and rocketed forward.

As my steely cockhead pressed against the clenched cunt, the boy looked over his shoulder at me. He had tears of shock in his eyes.
"Relax, son... Or it will actually hurt..." I sternly warned Stryker. "Let me in there... That's it... Open the fuck chute... Let's do this, Stryker!... I am going to screw you... Right here... Right NOW!..." I said breathlessly.
I unexpectedly spotted a few Scouts outside from the corner of my eye. They had snuck up to the cabin living room window. Sneakily eyeing us fuck from outdoors. The dirty voyeur fucks! But I would give them a show they would remember.

John pushed his tensed-up face into the seat. Expecting the worst, I guess. Grabbing the seem between two cushions with his fists. Hanging on for dear life. The guy actually trembled a little. He took a deep breath as he felt me slightly increase the pressure. Apparently, I acted differently from what he had expected. I surely wasn't going to rape the bitch. Hammering my cock - balls deep - inside in one go. I liked him way too much for that already. 

And this wasn't one of my regular brutal movie shoots, either. The men I nailed on camera were trained professionals. Or they at least pre-stretched their assholes open. Lubing them for me to enter with extreme force. But this time, I would take it much slower. The boy had warned me, after all. However, I was going to seed him. That much wasn't up for discussion at this point. Slowly he let my cockhead enter past the outer baffles. 
He moaned, "Shit... Oooh... That's so big... Ahhh... God..."
"Don't worry, Son... You're doing great..." I said praisingly. 

I can't lie. This kid impressed me. And his ass took me well enough. I pulled out, spat in my hand, and rubbed it over the drooling cockhead. Stars popped in front of my eyes. I was really going to fuck a guy whom I had never met before. Usually, I would ask the fans I hooked up with all kinds of questions first. Chatting with them for days before we met. Raising their horny anticipation. But somehow, it felt as if I had known Stryker for years already. As if he was my younger brother. Teaching him all the tricks I had learned over the years as a pornstar.

"Baby?..." I asked Stryker J. Pressing my leather-clad broad torso on his strong back. Grinding my trembling dick through the boy's crack. Pushing my leather jeans against the inside of John's legs. Pinning him down over the sofa's armrest. I could tell Stryker J like this. In fact, he liked it very much.
"Where do you stand on condoms, John?... Can I fuck you raw?... Or do I need to put on a spunk bag?..."
"Ha..." John laughed as he looked to the side. "That's up to you, Steel... If your man doesn't mind... But don't you have to save your jizz for tomorrow's porn shoot?... However, if you're willing to take the risk... I've been tested regularly, though... It's all clear so far... Sir... So, go for it... But... TAKE IT EASY, Darek Steel!... Please?..." sighed the boy worriedly.

Well, he did not have to tell me twice. With my chest still pressed to Stryker's back, I lifted my hips. I hooked a leathered arm around his neck. With my head next to his, my well-trained cock found the twink's soft entry point by itself. The cockhead slid in after I increased the pressure, and John let out another deep sigh. But, more than the first few inches did not fit.
"Owww... Mmmph... Aargh... Pfff... Damn... Owww... Stop!... To big... Ohhh..." Stryker J puffed and grunted.

I let my cockhead sit inside the tight tunnel entry point. Allowing the boy to get used to the girth. Knibbeling John's earlobe and grunting nasty, muttering distracting words into his ear. Telling Stryker how much I had been looking forward to meeting him. Explaining that my husband, Rick Payne, would be arriving later that afternoon. Hotly suggesting to John that we might even try a leather threesome, if he was up for that. He looked surprised and excited at the same time. However, my words had the desired effect. By the time I was done seducing him, all of my fat 9-inches had worked their way inside. Balls deep dicking the kid down. 

I raised myself up off Stryker J's back. I put one hand on his hip. And pushed the other on the side of his head. Pinning his face rather meanly to the leather sofa. I fucked the kid raw. Screwing his brains out. Pumping him in slow, deliberate strokes, at first. Sure, I wasn't about to hold back much longer. I started pounding his butt. Letting my leather-clad thighs drum loudly against his sweaty butt cheeks. Softly pulling back before meanly slamming forward. Harder and harder I went. Smacking my balls to his.

After the initial shock, Stryker had recovered quickly enough. Even with just my spit for lube, his ass felt hot and slick. I could see the tiny veins around his rosebutt start to glow red already. The inexperienced John might be gay, but he really needed to get laid more often, I thought in glee. He was audibly enjoying himself, though.
"Awww... Yes... Fuck me, Sir!... Ohhh... Owww... This hurts so nicely... That is such a wide load..." he cried. Punching the couch with a fist.
I looked over at the front room window. The three older Scouts were also in shock. Their eyes had popped out, and their mouths were wide open. The Scouts had red faces, and their arms stuck down their fronts. Frantically jerking off hard while watching the live gay sex show inside.

"Take it, Bitch... I am going to seed you!... Do you like my big cock?... You take it well!..." I said adoringly. Yet loud enough for the voyeurs outside to hear. And I wasn't lying. Stryker J's tight ass was to die for. I wished Rick was here already. He would love to tear this guy a new one. Payne honored his name. But I never saw him do permanent damage with the oversized 10-inch black horse cock. However, he would need to put on his kid gloves with Stryker. John was scared easily, I found. But he took me well. 

By now, I was genuinely railing his boy cunt so mean that I nearly lost it. His smooth hairless bubble butt felt so freaking lovely on my dick, though. And the kid made all the right sounds in all the right places. He understood how to turn me on. And, evidently, he also knew how to turn me off.
As I was about to seed the fucker, he snapped his fingers in my face and twisted his torso to the side.

Calling, "Stop it, Darek!..."
"What?..." I said, stupefied. Scared that I had actually hurt him for real.
"Can I grab my phone?... I want you to film us having sex... I want to have something to remember you by, Steel..."
"Damn, Son... I was nearly there..."
"Really?... But we only just started... What kind of porn star are you?..."
"Ha... I should beat the shit out of you for that remark... I'll dump your naked carcass... Tie you up in the woods for the Scouts to find and abuse..." Giving the boys outside a nasty look. They ducked out of sight into the bushes under the window.
"Hmmm?... Sounds like fun... But could you grab my phone first... It's in my cargo pants..."

Stryker J looked up with those puppy-dog eyes at me, and I grinned, "Sure thing, sweetheart... But why don't I set up the professional cameras, though... We can make your own porn!..."
"Hell, NO!... That's taking it too far!..."
"Sure?... Your ass is very photogenic, Johnny... If you ever look for some extra cash... Call Rick... He could use a sweet guy like you any day..." I said as I gave the asscheek a firm love tap.
When John looked incredulously at me, I said, "I mean it, John... You'd do great in the industry... Very fuckable, nicely verbal, and pleasing to the eye..."
"Thanks... I guess... But let's keep it between us for now, Darek... I'll share it with you... Regardless, I don't want to find it online!... Hear me, Steel?..." He called out as I grabbed his phone.
"Loud and clear... Can I show it to Rick, though?..."
"Mmmph... Fine..." said Stryker resigned. He probably knew that Rick and I kept no secrets from each other.

"Okay... Son?... Want to go see what the wardrobe department left for you?..."
"Really... Shu... Sure?... I'd... I'd love to..." Stryker J stuttered. He must have realized that I was about to dress him up in leather. It appeared that the kinky, tough look excited him. Yet, Johnny had evidently never experienced it firsthand. This insight into his psyche was all I needed. Dressing a guy up and teaching him, making him submit, and dominating him was just my thing. Once he was mine, then I would really go hog-wild on his ass. Stryker J wrote about this stuff as if he knew it firsthand. But this wasn't true. Well, I knew how to remedy that, for sure!

 We walked to the bedroom at the front of the cabin on the other side of the hallway.
"Wait up, John... I need to piss!..." I grinned naughtily as I opened the front door. Grunting, "Oooh... Yeah... That's how you water the plants..." I pissed straight out the front door, where 3 Scouts were kneeling amongst the bushes. Sitting underneath the front room window with their dicks out. I knew the peeping toms had been watching us the whole time.

Stryker moved next to me to see what I was looking at. "Ha, fancy!... I didn't know the bushes around here could talk?... Having fun, boys?... Get the hell out of here!... Or this dude will rape you!..." sneered Stryker J.
"I'd like to see him try..." called the bravest of the 3 Scouts.
"Nah... Let them watch, John!... Their asses will get stuffed tonight anyway... I've got some oversex biker mates coming tonight... They will take care of them..."
"Aren't they a bit young for that?..." asked Stryker with a grin.
"Nope... They have been fucked by their Scout leaders all last week... They are ready to earn their ass-fucking and cum-eating patches..." I called sneeringly, watching the piss-drenched teens disappear in a hurry. For even Stryker had publicly relieved himself over the bushes. I had a bad influence over the guy.

As I showed John Stryker the dirtied-up master bedroom, his mouth fell open. The large bed was covered in leather comforters. A wooden X-cross stood in one corner against the wall, A free-standing sling in the other. The walls were covered in vulgar, bi-sexual pornographic snuff images. Whips, paddles, cuffs, and massive dildos lay on the bedside table. Whisky, beer, and used lube bottles littered the dresser. A few fixed cameras hung from the ceiling. The lighting had been set up. The only things that looked out of place were my suitcases and duffle bags. Other than that, the room was staged for the movie's short opening scene. It was between the abusive logging boss and an unwilling local woman he had captured for some BDSM fun.

"Are you staying in here?..." asked John as he looked around. Spotting my duffel bags.
"Sure... We've rented the place... We might as well sleep in here... In fact, Rick and I will be here all next week... Wish you can join us..." I said hopefully.
"Good thing I have an extra long free weekend then..." grinned Stryker dirty.

I slammed a suitcase on the leather-covered blanket chest. Took out a pair of laced chaps, a biker vest, a boy chest harness, and a choker with a leash on a D-ring. Slamming them on the California King. It could sleep 3 with ease. John had already grabbed the chaps and was trying them on. However, after he snapped the buttons, he twisted them back to front.
So I called laughingly, "The snaps go at the front, silly..."
"I fucking know that, Asshole!... How am I going to sinch the laces tight by myself... I am not stupid, you know, Steel!..." he sneered angrily. Stryker exhaled and sinched the leather lace extra tight over his upper pelvis. Un-snapping the chaps at the back, putting them on the right way. I flexed my eyebrows again. Pleasantly surprised by Stryker's efficiency. 

"Here... Let me help you with the zips..." I said. Squatting down in front of John. Instinctively he put his hands over his cock and balls. I smacked them away.
"Dude... Really?... Don't be prudish!..."
As I zipped him up, my hand brushed against his limp 7-inches. It reacted. It sprang back to life in an instant. I moved around Stryker J on my knees as I cinched the side laces tight as well. Kissing his ass cheeks, stroking his balls. Turning the kid on. He put on the harness and the biker vest. I fastened the leash and choker collar around his neck. Adding a pair of leather wrist cuffs to his lower arms. But when I stood admiring him from the front, I remembered the studded cockstrap. Grabbing the dude around the cock and balls, I pushed him backward to the sling.

"Fuck... That's... Well... Hell, yeah... That's a nice look on you, John..." I said as I fastened the last snaps around his dick. "Good enough to eat..."
"Don't mind if you do, Sir..." John said hopefully. Stroking his dick lightly. Expecting he would be reprimanded for the mere suggestion to his Master. But his cock instantly disappeared in my mouth. My head started to bob, and the boy began to scream in pleasure.
"Oooh... Shit... Yeah!... Arghh... Fuck, No... Slow down!... Or I lose it... I want this to last, Steel... Uhmm, Sir..."

I grinned naughtily as I stood back up. Pushing Stryker J wordlessly into the sling. Swiftly hooking his bare feet into the straps at the front. Bending over him to fasten the wrist cuffs to the chains at the back. Pulling his ass over the edge of the sling. Spraying some numbing lube between his legs and over my cock. Well, he was in for it now. And Stryker knew it. He was all tied up and had nowhere to go. The dude realized this too late, though. Whispering softly, "Can I trust you, Darek?... This is all so new to me... It looks fucking great, though... But shit, man..." he sighed.

I took out Stryker's phone and started to film us. I swallowed his manhood. Sucking the lovely boy-toy down. Licking his shaft and hairless balls. Showing the camera John's reaction to the blow job. After fingering the lube inside, I took off my leather baseball cap. Hooking it back to front over Stryker's blond locks. Taking a snapshot from the side as my tongue obscenely penetrated his mouth. Making sounds you usually only hear me produce in a porn movie. The boy reacted accordingly. Begging me to fuck him hard. To seed his ass. To rape his holes. Wanting my pornstar cock to take his anal virginity. Well, a virgin Stryker J certainly was not. 

I filmed how my dick assaulted Stryker J. Roughly, ripping Johnny's ass open. I did not hold back this time. Even though I wasn't sure if this was what the kid had intended me to do to him. 
After placing my cock against the backdoor, I slammed it meanly and mercilessly inside. Acting as if I was raping Johnny on camera. Viciously laughing at Stryker as he started to pretend to cry and scream. Contorting his facial expressions once the camera phone pointed at him. The onslaught went on for a couple of minutes. And the boy didn't look all that happy. Yet the sounds he made kept egging me on.
I briefly stopped filming to check if he was doing okay. I was nailing him as if he was a pro. He smiled at me, though. I grinned back and kissed him. 

"Well done, kid!... I must say... You take me much better than I had expected..." I muttered hornily. I had been enjoying this harsh fuck.
"Yeah... As you said, Sir... It's rough and a little hard to take... But I could get used to sex like this... But shit... That cock of yours really is too wide to be allowed..." panted Stryker J with a cringe on his face. I was still gliding in and out but at a much more steady pace. 

After a while of me pumping the boy's prostate, John hornily suggested, "Why don't you threaten me with breeding my ass on-camera?... That should be a nice ending to this scene..." panted Stryker hotly. The boy really knew how he liked his porn movies. Apart from being an actor, it seemed he also wanted to direct.
"Shit yeah... That sounds hot!... But can I actually cum inside?..."
"I insist, Sir!... I'm not particularly eager to mess up these fucking cool leathers, though... They feel so fucking nice... I feel a little stupid now... I should have bought my gear years ago... Even if it's just a jacket like yours!... I love it..."

"Never mind that, Johnny!... These clothes still look too clean anyway... And the other actors won't mind... This look suits you, though, Son... If you stick around for the shoot tomorrow, I can let you have some of them..."
"Really?... But... hmmm, what would I have to do?... I mean, I don't want to be in front of the camera..." said Stryker.
"Awe?... Okay... You can be my personal fluffer... Maybe help Rick and the Director make this the best fuck'n movie I've ever made..."
"Cool... Deal!..." grunted Stryker as I hung my dick in his ass again and started to film the last part of this movie of ours.

It was a relatively short but heavy scene. I had my hand on Johnny's throat. Filming the two of us how I threatened him face to face. My vicious verbal act actually scared the shit out of the boy. He loved it! I was squeezing just hard enough to turn John's face puce. Making Stryker actually sputter and flail in the sling. Begging me not to breed him. Pleading to stop raping him. However, my dick plowed him hard. My breathing and grunts got a heck of a lot dirtier. I swore at the top of my voice, terrorizing Stryker. Telling him I was about to breed him with my poisonous biker seed. Stryker J kept up the act with difficulty. He actually tried to resist me. Clenching his buttocks. Squeezing my dick. I filmed the lot.

But this turned me on even more. I always enjoyed it when a guy struggles. It gives me a sense of ultimate power over him. You don't get that in the industry. But the fans I fucked sometimes see that side of me. Usually, it never ended well for them, though. 
The harder those amateurs struggle against me, the worse it usually hurts.
Heck, I sometimes grabbed them in a choker hold if their struggle got out of hand. Getting passed out, or chloroformed, calms them right down so I can do my thing. Stryker J wasn't there yet. Besides, as strong as the boy was, I was much more powerful. They didn't call me Steel for nothing. But I was so fucking close to cumming it hurt.

"Ohhh... I am cumming... Give me that hole!... I will seed you... bitch... Ohhh... Aargh... Here it cums... Take it... Owww... Ahhh... Mmmpff... Fuck... Yeah... Take it... Submit to me... Slut... You are mine now!... I will... Aargh... Ohhh... Shit..." I panted hard as I seeded Stryker J's leather outfit.

Well, needless to say. The first shot of spunk landed on John's stomach and face. Stryker J flinched as he saw the heavy stream aim for his head. The rest I roughly drilled audibly inside. Fucking it deeply in him. Breathing heavily. 
Stryker closed his watery eyes. Acting as if he passed out for our video. Off camera, I saw his index finger rotate from the corner of my eye, though. He silently directed me to keep fucking the cum in deeper. I did. Boy, did I!

It was a good 3 minutes before I slowed down and pulled my slimy cock out. I stopped filming and unhooked the boy's arms and legs. He lay the 4 of them over my back. Hooking my arms under his ass, I lifted him up. Dropping the exhausted cum dripping boy on the bed. I am not sure how long we lay there side by side. But it felt good. Stryker J did not move. It was not until I heard him snore that I realized he had fallen asleep. The chap's framed cock still pranced hard as ever. I let him sleep. I walked back to the kitchen to grab a coffee and finally eat the turkey sandwich John had made me over an hour ago.

When I came back, the boy had stirred. He was stroking himself absent-mindedly. Staring up at the rope and pulley hanging over the edge of the bed.
I lay quietly next to the kid. Kissing him and taking the lovely sweaty cock in my hand. Stroking him. Edging him. John hadn't cum yet. And I was hoping he would fill my ass as well.

"How does that work?..." Stryker J asked inquisitively. Pointing at the hook and pulley hanging off the ceiling. Showing me that he still had a lot to learn when it came to bondage. I made a mental note to tell Rick. The black stud is a master when it comes to tying pigs up. I am more of a whip-and-paddle man myself. But the two of us loved to teach the inexperienced.
"Ah... that's part of the bondage play... You hook a guy's legs onto a spreader bar... Then you yank his legs in the air and fuck him raw or smack his butt..." I explained. Handing John the bar and a fears-looking black bullwhip with a dildo handle.
"Damn... That would do some damage..." he muttered, impressed at the weight and feel of the short whip.
"Not the aim of the game... But, sure... It could..."

John Stryker put the bar on the blanket chest and grabbed a paddle from the toy bag. The dude sat on my chest. He laughingly smacked the paddle against my leather-clad hips and over my chest. 
"Shit, Darek... Déjà vu... I've dreamed about this!..." Stryker suddenly exclaimed loudly.
"Well, dreams are meant to cum true..." I laughed. Stryker tilted his head to one side and went for it.

The dude quickly fastened a pair of ankle cuffs around my legs and hooked the spreader bar between them. He pulled the hook down and raised the bar up. Repositioning my ass over the corner of the bed. With a leg on either side of the bed's corner, he started to stroke himself. Using a little lube on his cockhead. Making the swift strokes sound much more sloppy. He squatted down and forward a little. Dropping his head underneath the spreader bar. Penetrating me without remorse. 

This dude was actually quite violent about it. Like Rick usually likes to play with me. It had been a while, though. At least since Payne had nailed me this gruffly. Stryker J actually hurt me. And I loved it. Any other guy would have died a sorry death. But I really like the way Stryker fulfilled his dream. He certainly looked damned good doing it. This guy absolutely could replace one of the professional actors if he wanted to.

It was about 10 minutes into the session when Stryker J audibly unloaded his nut inside me. And another 5 before he was done. He had taken more than a dozen selfie pictures of him screwing me in leather. Fuck, I found it was so hot. 
So did Rick. The man had been watching the two of us from the moment John tore my ass open. Payne's denim outfit was opened up. Rick only wore a jacket and jeans. Nothing underneath, like usual in this hot summer weather.
With his huge black cock in hand, he moved forward into the room. Moments before, John dropped, exhausted and pantingly, on my chest. Stryker's 7-inch cock was still twitching in my guts. I grabbed the 25-year-old dude in a tight hold. He thought it was to praise him. But I knew what Rick was about to do. So I held him down firmly. Seconds later, Stryker J also knew.

Rick nailed John's spermy ass in one go with the huge 10-inch black cock. Slamming his balls against Stryker's butt. Making him scream. Rick covered the boy's mouth with his fingerless driving gloves and fucked him anyway. Hard and fast. Raw and heavy. In fact, Payne was more brutal than I had ever seen him take anyone before. And that was saying something. It took him all but 3 minutes to unload. Nutting Stryker's ass for the second time that afternoon.

"Hi, there, bro... Are you having fun in my man's ass?..." he said in his deep voice. Breathing heavily into John's ear.
"Sorr... Sorry... Master Pain?..." Stryker muttered, stunned. Realizing who the black stud was who was viciously nailing him. Rick still held John's mouth and nose closed with his gloved palm. The denim jacket and jeans pressed tightly to John's biker vest and chaps.
"Who are you?..." he asked calmly. Even though Rick Payne knew the answer. 

"I am John Jenkins... You can call me Stryker, though, Sir..." he said. "You must be Darek's man... I am sorry, Sir... He said it was okay if - ...."
"Shhh... It's okay, bro... I am Rick Payne..." grunted Payne huskily. "I know all about you, Stryker... Darek showed me your online work... We loved it!..." said Rick warmly. Still letting his oversized cock glide in and out of John's juicy hole. But much more gently. "You've got a nice tight ass... And you take me well... Not many men do... I am impressed!..." groaned Rick Payne, honestly nasty.

He kept gyrating his hips deep into the boy. Slow fucking him while John's aching cock was still plowing my hole. 
"Darek?... What do we think of this one?... Scored him yet?..." asked Rick.
"He's a fat 10 if ever there was one... I told John Stryker to give you a call if he ever decides to go into porn... But he's a little scared... Buddy..."
"Shit?... Really, bro?... WOW... You must like him..." asked Rick indignantly of me.
"Bro... How long have we been married?... You're my Payne-in-my-ass... But spend an afternoon with this dude, and you'll come to the same conclusion..."

"Okay... I don't get this... I am not a 10... I would say... Hmmm?... Maybe a 7... Guys do like me... But I am no pornstar like the two of you... I only write about it..." sighed Stryker J.
"Don't put yourself down, bro..." laughed Rick Payne. "So your 10+ score is the highest praise Darek can give you... You must be good... Well, I know you're good, actually, Stryker... I've watched you nail Steel and break him... No one but me did that before you... Usually, it's the other way round!..." said Rick hotly. Payne finally slid his vast black 10-inch porn cock out of the boy's slick gaping cunt.

The three of us lay on the bed talking. Letting John Stryker worship the two of us. Rick mounted his ass a couple of times. And I showed my husband what a clever cock sucker John really was. Gagging the shit out of him while Rick found more and more imaginative ways to do some anal damage. But the kid took it all in his stride. 

We took a long shower a couple of hours before dinner. Inviting John to join us for the next couple of days. Helping us to shoot the porn movie the following day. Making all his dreams come true. Introducing him to bondage, domination, and rough gang sex. Hoping John's presence would make the porn shoot a much more pleasurable experience.

Stryker really was the creative soul our production outfit was missing. And he seemed eager to help us in any way he could. He didn't want much in return. A bit of love and affection. Rick and I looked at each other and knew what the other was thinking. John ' Stryker J ' Jenkins would get a fucking lot more than that from us.

Stryker took his sweet time doing his spiky blond hair. Using my hairdryer and styling powder. Afterward, he found us sitting in the open-plan living. Johnny had a dirty grin on his face as if he had been fucked. Oh. Wait! We had used his ass several times, and he had loved it. 
Rick sat on the brown leather loveseat, working on his laptop. I sat at the large dining table near the kitchen. I read the final script and reviewed Rick's paperwork from the executive producers in New York. Johnny wore his dirty work boots and baggy cargo shorts. His chest was naked. 

"Can I borrow a shirt?... Mine is ripped... I really need to grab some clothes and a toothbrush from home if I am going to sleep over..." asked John.
"Bull shit!... I've got you covered, little bro... You're my height and size..." said Rick. This was perfectly true. Both men were around 6' 2", slim, yet nicely musculin. The only difference, apart from their skin color, was their age. Rick is 31, and Stryker is 25. I was glad I married Rick. But at this point, John Jenkins would stand a good chance with me, too.
"But if you are more comfortable in your own gear?... Well, I can drive you home in Rick's car after dinner..." I suggested warmly.

Rick had jumped up. He grabbed one of his white denim shirts. A spare toothbrush, A tall but narrow buttplug, and a small bottle of lube. He also handed John a leather wristband and his snug cafe-racer jacket. He laughed his ass off as he passed this gear to John. 
Stryker stuck the buttplug unabashed into his mouth. Swinging the white snap-button denim shirt, with ripped-off sleeves, over his nude muscular chest. The smooth collarless cafe-racer jacket sucked itself onto the boy's bare shoulders. Rick pulled up the coat forward and zipped it up halfway. Admiring the hot new look. Stryker wore it well! We agreed on that.

"Suits you, Johnny... It's a little bit too tight for my liking..." sighed Rick. "In fact, keep it, bro!..."
Stryker looked as if Christmas had come in July.
"Thanks, Master Pain!... Now then... Where do I need to stick this?..." Stryker mumbled naughtily through a mouth full of buttplug. Raising the toothbrush in the air.
Rick and I laughed hard at his joke. "How about you bent over, bro?... I know a place where it can do some real pain!..." suggested Rick Payne naughtily. He pulled the buttplug out of John's mouth and kissed him full on the lips without preamble. Muttering, "I like you, bro... How old are you?... What work do you do?... Tell us a bit more about yourself, horndog... How come you call yourself Stryker online?... Aren't you out?..." Rick asked these rapid-fire questions while he guided Stryker back to the loveseat.

< Continued in part 3 of 3 >

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