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Join the owner of a depraved porn studio on a tour of his business as an iconic vixen shoots one more scene, sodomising a teen heartthrob.
This is a fantasy. All the characters are fictional, unrelated to any real persons or events, and aren’t meant to be role-models. The way they behave is terrible and would rightfully see them locked up, even though reading about it can be exciting, thrilling and entertaining.
Basically, I’m not endorsing the shit that happens, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be sexy to read about. I hope it makes you breathe a little faster. Enjoy!
A very rough draft, written in one sitting, so apologies for the many small flaws.
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Cameras have devoured our world. Every snap, every second of recorded footage, harvest moments and turn them into products. We use cameras to advertise, bully, expose, lust, posture, flaunt and foment.
I find it so utterly beautiful.
Young girls play the whore on social media in search of affirmation their daddies will never give them. Men spend their last penny on decadent luxuries just to fit in. Fathers lust over other men’s daughters, the aforementioned whores. Mothers put pictures of their children on public display and sick fucks stroke their cocks to the innocent family snaps. Film stars take off their tops to make a career or to revive one. We record each other without permission because we see something funny, revolting, embarrassing, fatal…
Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I remember running my fingers over the glossy paper of dirty magazines. They were one of my few escapes as a child. I used to kiss the models, letting my lips linger on them as I imagined what it would feel like to be the one taking the picture.
When I got rich, I immediately knew I wanted to make porn. I wanted to do it on an industrial scale. The purpose was never to make money off the enterprise. I would give it away for free, overwhelming the system with so much hardcore content that no one could escape it.
We built a studio in some godforsaken place where the government apparently owes me a few favours. That tends to be the case in so many countries that I’ve lost track.
All you need to know is that no one would interfere with what we were doing. I like to visit now and then to check on my investment and have a little fun.
We had half a dozen sound stages operating 24/7, with a combination of in-house talent, guest performers and a few unwilling participants snatched as part of my trafficking side hustle.
My favourite department was ‘Content Distribution’ — twenty workstations staffed by operators whose sole aim was to get the worst smut imaginable in front of as many eyes as possible. The younger, the better, I always thought. You know, get them while they’re nice and impressionable.
We’ve done some interesting stuff over the years, targeting children with explicit advertising, boosting sexual content on social media, hijacking television broadcasts, and such. We once sent out an email to students from over a hundred primary schools, instructing them on how they can access porn without getting caught by their parents, we paid agents across the globe to leave dirty magazines in public places (over ten thousand copies in total), and we even used to project gangbang videos onto skyscrapers.
The boys in R&D were devising a plan to pay dozens of influencers to promote a skimpy bikini brand that barely existed. The content would then be reposted on adult forums for freaks to drool over.
Once I finished my inspection of Content Distribution, I decided to check in on things at ‘Building 3,’ our live streaming division. We had a hundred fixed sets in the building and broadcast from at least half of them at any given time. The master control room had better tech than the big news networks and I loved having them cycle through the active feeds.
Set six had a gorgeous Ukrainian bitch, blonde as an angel and built like a goddess. She was chained to the ceiling and floor, spreadeagle and dangling about two feet from the ground. The camera slowly circled her body, catching it from every angle as a nine inch dildo drilled pussy. There was a timer in the corner of the screen, revealing she’d been in that pose for 40 minutes.
“Listen to her cry,” the control room operator grinned, switching on the audio. She groaned like a wounded beast — like a cow — harmonising with the roar of the engine hammering away at her core.
I could feel my cock swell, rubbing it through my pants.
Dan Banor was the man in charge. “Nice girl,” he said. “Every time it looks like she’s going to pass out we crank up the speed.”
“How long do you think she’ll last?” I asked.
Dan shrugged. “We’ll be filming for eight hours, no matter what. She’s one of our disposables.”
“Pretty though.”
“They’re a dime a dozen. We can get a hundred more like her.”
He made a reasonable point, which is why I liked having him run things. “Mmm, very good. What else is showing?”
We had eleven rooms broadcasting solo girls, three with lesbian couples, and one straight pairing. Fairly vanilla. Nice. Even something I might enjoy from time to time, but over the years my tastes have grown more exotic.
Yours would too, if you could have whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted.
Room 99 had an interesting show on: a rape. Five against one.
I leaned in to get a better look. The set was a pretty pink bedroom. The victim was a 13 year old girl, plucked from a peaceful life and thrown into the meatgrinder I took so much pride in owning and operating. Her rapists were three men and two women, the latter wearing strap-ons. The girl was shouting, trying to push them off, and kicking in every direction. Her pale skin was full of red marks as they’d grabbed and manipulated her near-anorexic body. I licked my lips as one of the men threw her onto her stomach and pushed his cock into her ass while the others restrained her.
“How long has this been going on?” I asked.
“Two hours,” Dan said smugly.
“Fuck,” I whispered. “She still looks so fresh.”
“Yeah, she’s a keeper.”
“End the scene. Spray her down with a hose, put her on a truck, and send her to my house,” I ordered. “I’ll enjoy her tonight.”
The guys laughed because they could see I was on the fucking edge. We were all creeps, so they didn’t mind when I pulled out my cock and started stroking a growing erection.
“Easy boss,” Dan cautioned, “we haven’t even gotten to your favourites yet.”
Dan switched the feed to Room 6.
Not every kiddie in kiddie porn is some poor thing who needs saving. The 11 year old Japanese twins in Room 6 proved it. They were some of the happiest children on the planet, with everything they could ever want: limitless toys, entertainment, no school, plenty and plenty of orgasms! Heaven for any little girl!
The identical sisters were totally naked, sitting side by side with their legs open and their fingers rubbing their cunts.
I was desperately close to blowing my load and Dan knew it. He switched on an intercom and gave an instruction. “The boss is watching Room 6.”
The producer on the other end understood. After a few seconds, the twins sensually repositioned: their pussies touching. As they started grinding their tiny and tight little cunnies together, the pitch of their moaning got higher. The camera zoomed into their faces — their lips parted, looking so kissable. We got a close-up of their pussies, their hips driving up and down as they pushed each other to orgasm. I wanted to time my climax to coincide with theirs. I stroked myself slowly, deliberately, until their bodies started quivering with pleasure. At that moment, I rubbed my cock as fast as I could and the three of us came together.
An intern was quickly by to clean up the mess I’d made in the control room. She was nice to look at and I told her to show the boys a good time as I left. They were grateful and immediately started groping her. Dan, for one, was an insatiable motherfucker. I kept having to buy him women — disposables. But nevermind that.
The big soundstages were my next stop. They’re where we film our high production value stuff, bringing a degree of polish and budget that had never been seen before. We’d built a classroom set and were planning on using it that day. I was excited for the scene and slipped into the performers’ dressing room just as three of our talents came giggling on their way from a recently concluded threesome. They were full of oil and on their way to the showers. Two were Grade A teen hotties: 14, always horny, and more than happy to accept ungodly amounts of money in exchange for their role in our illicit pornos. The boy, Luke Brumm, had it even better: he was 16, hung like a horse, built like a Greek marble, and living the life every single boy that aged dreamed of.
But Little Luke and I had… Challenges.
At six-two, he was a couple of inches shorter than me. Strong kid, fucking sexy. I loomed over him, telling the girls to run along while the guys had a chat.
“Hello, Little Luke.”
“You know I hate it—”
“Yeah,” I growled, gripping his throat. “I know you hate it.”
He didn’t look too scared, which really is a bad move when you think about it… I controlled his life. Everything he had, he had because of me. He knew I’d hurt people and that I’d sometimes done it just for fun. He knew what kind of man I was.
“Why did you have to disappoint me, Little Luke?”
“What do you mean?”
It was no use playing dumb. “They told me you refused to shoot a scene. I specifically requested that scene!”
“You wanted me to rape a little kid,” he accused, almost like there’s something wrong with that.
“You’d have loved it!” I chuckled, taking a seat. “Dammit, now you’ve got me imagining it again — it would’ve been such a good scene. In fact, you should do it. I think we used the last girl for something else, but we can easily find you a new one. Blonde or brunette? Or do you want a boy? They can be fun too.”
“You’re disgusting.”
I shrugged.
Luke was going to tell me to fuck off, but thought better of it. Then, he tried to change the subject. “I see the costume people put out a schoolgirl uniform for my next scene. I’m excited.”
I was willing to give him some breathing room. “Good. You’ll be filming with a special guest performer: the one and only Britanny Fauxxx.”
His eyes lit up. “Fuck, really?! She’s a legend!”
“Oh, yeah. She’s coming out of retirement for us. My people have been getting her into shape and I’ve been told she’s never looked better.”
“Cool,” he smiled. “But she’s a little bit old for the schoolgirl schtick.”
“Don’t worry,” I said, regarding Luke’s oiled, naked body. “Someone else will play that part.”
“Nice. Well, let me go shower—”
“Wait.”
We stared each other down. I must’ve licked my lips.
Little Luke shivered. He knew I was unhappy with him and that there would be consequences.
“Yeah, you’ve really disappointed me.”
My body was aching at the thought of him shooting the scene he’d refused and the defiant look on his face (the self-righteous little ingrate) was enough to make my blood boil.
“Come here,” I ordered. “You’re going to stroke my cock for me.”
He looked repulsed.
“Be a good boy, Little Luke. Haven’t I been nice to you, huh? I’ve been nice because you’ve been useful. The truth is, there are a thousand guys who would kill to have your job. What do you think happens if you suddenly become an obstacle?”
He had to think about it. That’s a shame really. It shows the youth of today are either dumb, lacking manners, or most likely both. But when he did think, and he thought very carefully, he got on his knees next to my lap. I had to encourage him a little, taking out my cock and demonstrating how I wanted him to touch it.
“Be a good boy, Little Luke,” I repeated. He did nothing, so I tapped his cheek with my palm. He felt the weight of my hand and realised I could slap his head off if I wanted.
“Okay,” he decided, “but this doesn’t make me gay.”
I laughed. “Kid, shut up and stroke my cock before I hurt you.”
He looked away, blindly grasping at air until he had a grip of my cock.
“Good,” I exhaled. “Now stroke it… No… Gentler. There we go…”
The little brat was finding his rhythm, but he still didn’t want to look at me. I grabbed a fist full of his hair and corrected that, bringing his face so close to my cock that I could feel his breath against it. A tear rolled off his cheek and fell onto my lap, then another. He sniffled, trying to hold back his emotions.
“Don’t look so sad, Little Luke,” I said. “You have an audience.”
I turned his head so that he got a good look at the two babes he’d fucked earlier. They were done with their shower and enjoying the show. Each time one whispered something in the other’s ear, they giggled a little. It made poor Luke feel so small, so fragile… Teen boys have no greater fear than the ridicule of teen girls. He did very well not to cry even more than he was.
“Spit on my cock, Little Luke,” I demanded, hoping to break him.
He scrunched up his nose and looked all angry, but deep down he knew and understood I was his whole world. One snap of my fingers and everything he loved would be gone.
“C’mon, spit on.”
He did as he was told, coating my fat cock with nice warm saliva.
“Spread it around with your hand,” I ordered. “Show the girls you’re just as good at it as they are.”
Our audience thought that was funny, making his cheeks turn an even brighter shade of red.
“Good,” I moaned. “Go a little faster. Yes… Oh, yes…”
I grabbed the sides of the chair as Luke’s massage picked up pace. My cock was beginning to twitch, but I didn’t want to give him any warning. So, I held my breath until the last moment, releasing a happy roar as cum oozed over his hand and my lap. He tried to pull away, but I still had a grip on his hair.
“Now, now,” I encouraged. “Clean up your mess.”
He shook his head like a child who doesn’t want to eat their vegetables. The tears were streaming down his cheek, snot running down his nose, with every effort at acting tough having failed.
“Stick your tongue out and lick it up!”
“N- No! I won’t do it.”
He thought I was going to hit him. In fact, he was ready for it.
“Don’t look so stressed,” I soothed, quickly switching to the most fatherly voice I could muster. “You know I would never force you to do anything you don’t want to, right?”
He nodded forcefully, trying to convince me.
“Well,” I said, “then it’s okay. But I do like it when you do things for me. Okay? You make me so happy sometimes.”
“O- okay…”
“I want you to think about doing that scene we talked about. Will you do it for me?”
“The… the scene… with the little girl…”
“That’s the one. And I think we’ll go a bit younger than originally planned. Okay?”
He looked into my eyes and realised there was no way out. He was stuck with me for life. “Fine. I’ll do it.”
“Good boy! Now, go take a shower before your next scene and make some room for the girls.”
Luke looked almost grateful as he scampered off to the bathroom. Meanwhile, I got to enjoy the attention of the two 14 year old hotties he’d fucked earlier. They licked and kissed me clean, bringing me to another erection. While they were busy taking turns with me, our special guest arrived.
“Brittany!” I greeted, jumping to my feet and pushing past the nymphos so that I could hug my old friend. “Fuck, you look stunning.”
Britanny Fauxxx was a knock-out, all-American blonde with full natural breasts, the best dick-sucking pout on the planet, and a body that defied the laws of physics and physiology. “Aw, schucks,” she drawled, eyeing the two honies on my cock with a twinkle of lust in her gaze. “You’ve always been such a sweetie. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
“Nothing that can’t be done later,” I assured, pushing the girls aside.
I wrapped an arm around Brittany’s waist and walked her over to her dressing room. She had been the hottest pornstar on the planet for almost a decade. In fact, she had enough money and fame to go mainstream for awhile. As life goes, this didn’t last. Her ex-boyfriend was a scumbag, but I took care of him. She had a lot of debt, but I took care of that. Then there was the drug habit… I didn’t give a shit what she snorted, as long as she looked as good as she’d always done. And she did.
Once Brittany was set up, I met Dan Banor at the set. He was my best man and I wanted him personally supervising the shoot. I sent him to go manage Luke and settle into a director’s chair. Then, it was simply a matter of waiting…
We were supposed to start at 11:00, but backroom ‘negotiations’ delayed us by 90 minutes. Once everything was settled and Dan yelled, “Action,” I smiled happily.
As always happens, I’d gotten my way.
Brittany came marching through the door to the classroom in six-inch platform heels and a black teachers’ outfit. Black pencil skirt, white blouse, stockings with a garter belt, glasses, ruby red lips. She had a naughty student by the ear who wore a plaid skirt that barely covered their ass with white lace panties underneath, three inch pumps, knee-length socks, and a blouse. The student stumbled over their own feet, landing on their knees before being pulled up and thrown against the desk.
“What the hell were you doing in the girls’ locker room?!” Brittany scolded. “I’m going to have to call your mother!”
Little Luke, dressed in the schoolgirl uniform, looked like he was genuinely going to cry. Probably because he hated every minute of what he was doing. Now that’s authenticity.
And they say the acting in porn is bad.
“Well, what do you have to say for yourself?!”
“I… I…”
“You what?!”
“I’m sorry…”
“Sorry, who?”
“Ma’am.”
“Good,” she said, bending him over the desk. “Say it again.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am.”
Brittany’s face was beautifully predatory as she peeked under Luke’s skirt. “Mmm… You do look cute.”
“Th… thanks.”
“Maybe… Maybe we can avoid troubling your mom. Would you like that?”
“Yes… yes, ma’am.”
Brittany lifted his skirt and the camera got a good look at the white panties covering his cock, balls and behind. “What’s this?” she demanded, pulling aside the fabric and spreading his ass cheeks.
Poor thing didn’t know what to say, so she gave him a little thwack and repeated the question, circling the rim of his anus with one of her fake pornstar nails. “What is it?”
His voice broke. “It’s my… It’s my asshole, ma’am.”
“No, it’s not,” she growled, spanking him again. This hit was hard, making him lose his footing so that she had to pull him up again.
Brittany was a pro, building tension and letting the camera take a good look at his tight pink asshole.
“This is your boy pussy,” she said, “and I’m going to fuck it raw.”
Little Luke almost fell again, but she held him. It was time to peel off the panties and they rolled satisfingly over his strong thighs before falling to the floor. Boy was as hard as a rock with all nine inches of his perfect cock standing upright under his sluttly little schoolgirl skirt.
The camera shifted, getting a good close-up as Brittany stuck her tongue between Little Luke’s asscheeks and started licking his boy pussy. She started out slow, teasing it with the tip of her tongue. She got the flat bit in there and gave it a few licks. Back to the tip. She took a deep breath to build some strength and began devouring him with the hunger of a jackal.
Cum dripped from Luke’s cock as the older woman rimmed him. We got a close-up of his eyes rolling back, his lips parted, his tongue sticking out… He fucking loved it.
Brittany went at it until her mouth got tired. She rose to her feet, grabbed his hair with one hand and smacked his ass with the other. Then again. He yelped, but he didn’t slip and fall again. He was getting used to the high heels and I think he was beginning to enjoy being a slut.
Brittany got on the desk and pulled her tits out, tugging on her nipples as she instructed Luke on how she wanted him to eat her out. They got rid of her skirt and panties, leaving her in nothing but her stockings, garter and heels. The camera leered at Luke’s hot body, capturing every inch of him before settling on his mouth against Brittany’s pussy. “Fuuuck,” she moaned. “Good girl. Ohhh, yes! Keep that up and we never have to mention any of this to your mommy.”
Luke took that as encouragement and poured more heart into his efforts. I was beginning to go mad and pulled out my cock so that I could feel the cool air and stroke it.
Brittany pushed Luke away and got to her feet, ordering him to lean over the table. She squated, spitting on his boy pussy before teasing it with a finger. “Do you want to be a little slut? Is that why you went into the girls’ locker room and put on these clothes?”
“N… ye… yes, ma’am.”
“Thought so,” she purred, pushing a finger into his asshole. His cock was oozing precum and his face was oh-too precious. She licked the finger clean and ordered him not to move a muscle as she circled the desk and opened a drawer.
Brittany Fauxxx, the hottest girl in mainstream porn of my generation, pulled out a nine inch strap-on and was about to fuck a 16 year old hearthrob boy, dressed as a sexy little schoolgirl. This was my Mona Lisa…
She explained the rules to a terrified Luke: “Stand perfectly still, little slut. I’m going to touch the tip of this big, thick cock to your boy pussy. If you flinch, if you even so much as move a muscle, I’m going to fuck you without lube. But if you’re a good girl and stay perfectly still as I tease your boy pussy, I’ll get the lube and be gentle. Understand?”
My heart was pounding. His heart was pounding. But Brittany? She was cold as ice. A fucking sex goddess!
She got behind Luke and put a hand on each of his asscheeks. He’d adopted a wide stance, trying his best to balance on the high heels that were so unfamiliar to him. She leant forward and let a load of spit slowly drip from her mouth and onto his asshole. The camera got every angle, enjoying the fear in his eyes, the way he bit down on his lip. It was only then that I realised they’d put some pink lipgloss on him… I was fucking leaking.
Brittany threatened to put the tip of her strap-on to his asshole three times before actually doing it. At the very moment its rubber surface touched his skin, he yelped and shifted his feet. She immediately grabbed his neck and forced her way into his boy pussy. “So, that’s how you want it!” she growled, thrusting her pelvis, fucking his virgin asshole unlubed. “Is that how you want it little slut?!”
I was on the edge of my seat, jerking my cock at full speed, and then… Luke cried out, “Yes, ma’am! This is how I want it!”
“Oh? You want it harder?!”
“Y… YES!”
Luke arched his back like a seasoned video vixen.
Cameras… Cameras have devoured our world. They devoured Little Luke’s soul. Every snap, every second of recorded footage, harvested his essence and turned his humanity into a product.
Once the scene was done, I promised Dan Banor there’d be a hundred thousand extra on his payslip at the end of the month. Brittany looked radiant after the scene. I gave her a kiss and offered to have her over for dinner with my wife and kids.
The girl in the pink bedroom ended up getting sent to my house and I enjoyed each of her holes more than once (even though she didn’t) before passing her along to some friends of mine.
The Japanese twins got to go to a theme park for their birthdays. They loved it.
Luke… Little Luke… He spent an hour after the schoolgirl scene locked in his dressing room, crying. The next day, he tried to kill himself. A week later, he was filming the video we spoke about while he was jerking me off: the one with the kid.
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