ALL NOVEL Guy Patrols the Studio
Guy mulled it over.
He had had his office cleaned up since Diamond’s appearance.
It had been quite the audition.
Rick Bullock wasn’t going to be directing anything soon, that was for sure. One of Guy’s more reliable showrunners, he had almost gone the same way as Steve, Guy’s erstwhile technician, and after escorting Diamond up to Guy’s suite as Steve’s remains were being carted off in the morning, hadn’t even managed to make it through the teen fuckdoll’s lurid story before crumpling in an overstimulated heap right on Guy’s thick and expensive carpet. Another ambulance was summoned to replace the one that just vacated the spot in the car park, and Rick had to be given the full defibrillator treatment right there and then in front of Guy’s famous desk.
Fortunately, he pulled through, but it was a close thing. It hardly surprised Guy, who knew of course that Rick Bullock didn’t have the studly staying power, sexual experience, stamina or capacity to shield him from the 18-year old’s unbelievably whorish and sultry charms, but it was another warning shot all the same. If Diamond’s audition tape hadn’t spoken for itself – and it had – her ‘audition’ left minimal room for doubt about her star power and sexual potential.
His two studs from the audition, Kevin Strain and Jack Longfellow, thankfully hadn’t been hospitalised. Both of them hadn’t exactly covered themselves in glory, but they had covered themselves in ridiculous amounts of cum, and what with their monstrous columns of fuck-flesh bursting through their jeans, clawing hands destroying furniture, and smashing the plaster from walls all in an effort to master their aggressive desires while Diamond was literally standing in front of them, they needed a bit of a cool down. Diamond’s mere presence had worked the pair of studs into a sort of stupefied frenzy of sexual delirium where their throats were dry, temples pumping, hypertrophied muscles bursting and cocks bulging with iron-hard tumescence that they’d fucked themselves up trying to get at her.
Since recovering consciousness, both of them had hit the booze, and their long, slablike lengths were currently trussed up in improved slings in the recreation room, with Guy keeping tabs on them to see when they were next able to get it up. If ever. He’d sent the luscious porn whore Kelli Kanns down to twerk-hump her massive tits at them, dressed as a PVC nurse, slightly as a cruel joke and slightly to see if there was any resurgence in their potency, but both of their thick length lay flaccid and completely limp, wrist thick tubes barely pulsing. It was like Diamond had killed their dicks.
All very interesting stuff from a really quite promising young lady. A perfect, beautiful disaster, catastrophe appeared inevitable for any male within her radius.
It was going to have to be handled carefully.
Guy had sent off Diamond to the legal department with a battery of lawyers to see if she was dumb enough to sign any old contract put in front of her without looking at it. It was worth a try. Her video was clearly a ‘come and get me’ calling card, but he felt oddly vulnerable at attempting to negotiate with three of his talent pool prone on the floor, so he’d had her escorted from the office and hoped that the pencil-necked dweebs on the legal team could either bore or befuddle the impish wit out of her.
He hit pause on her video, that was playing on the large screen of his office, the image fixed on five gigantic cockheads resting on Diamond’s joyous, grinning face, all spunking over her and each other, and went to see who he could talk to about her.
They were shooting in various places on the lot, so he went to see Preston Gash.
Gas was the impresario behind ‘Shocked, Appalled and Disgusted’, one of Guy’s most popular series. The premise was very simple. They took the eighteen-year-old wannabe porn starlets from the ‘Broken Dreams’ franchise, told them they were sorry about everything, and offered them another bumper contract provided that the next film they starred in was Shocked, Appalled and Disgusted. It wasn’t called ‘Shocked, Appalled and Disgusted’ on the contract of course – that actual fact was buried in a sub-clause in the contact that nobody ever read. Most of them signed, flattered by the apologies and grateful of a second chance. Then, the Monstermales crew would gatecrash some wholesome family event – a beloved grandmother’s 80th birthday party, Dad’s retirement bash, resort holiday – and promptly commandeer the space, rig a projector, and premiere the little whore’s Broken Dreams debut for the edification and delight of the whole family. Hence the title ‘Shocked, Appalled and Disgusted’ (it was not an accident that SAD was the working acronym). It was all about the reaction. Most went pretty much as you would expect – beetroot faced fathers, mothers aghast, blood drained from onlooking siblings’ faces – but it turned out to be a fascinating experiment in human psychology since nobody ever asked for it to be turned off. And the porn whores would act in a variety of ways too, which added a dimension to the fare as well. Since the whole visit of the Monstermales team was impromptu, the teen porn sluts had to deal with the shock and humiliation of their first on-screen gangbang being projected in its entirety to their whole family and, often, friends, boyfriends, etc.
It wasn’t as crippling as it seemed. In fact, a good fifty percent of the sluts subjected to the SAD treatment were somehow into it. After the initial shock had worn off, and they were getting triple facebanged and buttfucked at the same time with more-than-footlong schlongs completely and deliberately avoiding their pussies, enjoying cumbath after cumbath, they wanted to show their families that this was what they were. They were relieved that their secret shames were now wide in the open. There would be no more secrets and lies, no more hiding their desires. They could live authentically. It was a watershed moment (for most of them). Quite often, they would get into character, and narrate and editorialise their performance, articulating the finer points of what they did and enjoyed in lurid detail. When a whore did that Guy knew that he had another winner for his company, and signed them up to an actual contract quick. Of course, the contract they had actually signed at that point clearly stipulated that they had to star in SAD at the next opportune moment, and that was then the real fun began – the re-enactment of their original Broken Dreams gangbang, in front of their own loved ones, filmed by the Monstermales crew, as a live spectacle.
SAD had legal liabilities that ran into the tens of millions, but these were easily eclipsed by the subscription receipts for Monstermales, and as time went on, there had been no better way to acquire new female talent. Only real whores would take, and love a gangbang in front of their family.
Gash was putting the finishing touches in the editing process of ‘SAD #11: Mommycore(d)’, which featured the mother of the young porn starlet Bazonga DD, who like the rest of the cast was a mere 18 years old but had already acquired a massive set of round fake kahunas, and, to be fair to her, had come out of the original ‘Broken Dreams’ audition with a fair amount of credit. This little whore’s star turn was being premiered by the Monstermales crew at her parents’ twenty-year anniversary party, and the friends and extended family of Bazonga’s parents had all been gathered at a picturesque countryside retreat before Gash and the 40 porn studs that had wrecked her holes previously showed up, screened their little darling’s brutal orgy cherry pop screen debut and then taken her apart in front of the assembled, horrified party. Mainly horrified – Bazonga’s mother, a generously stacked and curvy MILF, had observed her darling daughter’s pornographic defilement at the hands of the insanely jacked and hung studs that surrounded her, and had found her fingers drifting into her damp panties as Bazongas (real name Bethany) got a simultaneous triple facial. In front of everyone. One of the studs had draped his hardening dick over her head from the back as she watched from the sofa, and that was all it took – both Bazongas and her stacked mother were the centrepiece of the re-enacted orgy, as her horrified husband, Bethany’s father, watched on, as they say, Shocked, Appalled, and Disgusted.
The cuck element added a nice frisson to the whole thing, and Gash was adding a tonne of appropriate closeups of Bethany’s dad as his daughter and wife were both treated to triple anal at the same time. He wasn’t happy – and yet?
‘Guy,’ Gash said, not looking up from the screen. ‘How’s it hanging?’