B-O-W Studios Pt. 3
By D.O. celliophonic@yahoo.com http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bestbbcstories/
Aiden looked at the seven inch long and five and a half inch around black dildo. He picked it up and felt it, veiny ridges running the entire rubber length. Damn it was big, but he knew not nearly as big as most of the studs in Jerry's stable. Percy had given him the fake cock and a bottle of lubricant and told him to practice on it, so he wouldn't go in with zero knowledge of how anal penetration feels. He had to admit, that as he ran his hands all over it, he was feeling more turned on than he'd like to acknowledge. His eyes moved to the plastic grocery bag in the corner. Inside it was a `gift' from Jerry; a huge wad of the black studs' used t-shirts and underwear and jock straps. Aiden was told to cover his face with them and breathe in the aroma of black man as often as possible. It sounded disgusting to him and how would they know if he didn't? He'd know though and he told the producer he would do it. He grabbed one grubby pair of undershorts and hung them over his head and face, so he could not breathe without getting a good whiff of black male. He sighed to himself as he slipped off his undershorts and opened the bottle of lube; may as well get started on the anal stretching as well......
Jerry leaned back in the leather chair in his office. His desk was cluttered with paperwork, but right now he was mostly focused on the video playing on his DVD player. The movie was a B-O-W Signature Series and Jerry watched the faux locker room scene as Trevan absolutely hammered some new kid...what was his name again? Isaac or some shit? Yeah it was Isaac. Pretty kid too, real young and as Jerry watched he was taking black dick like a seasoned pro. The sound was down low but the producer could still hear the boy's moans and groans, almost whiny little screams while Trevan was grunting out bestial growls and really juicing it up for the camera as he called the kid every name under the sun. The black stud flipped the kid from the doggy position onto his back on the locker bench and without waiting, jammed his cock back into the wailing bottom boy. It was getting close to the end of the scene and Jerry knew Trevan was working really hard to get his nut. Jerry made it a point to view all the finished product before it was released; he would glance up from his work throughout the vid but the part he wanted to make certain was up to his quality standards was the cum shot. It was getting close and he could see the black top laboring, as he violently fucked the moaning white kid.
Suddenly, there was knock on his door and then it opened part way and in stepped Dozer. "You wanted to see me, Boss?" The black guy had an extremely deep and authoritative voice and Jerry knew that while he tended not to speak often, when he said jump, white boys asked how high. He motioned him in. "Yeah, baby. How's my favorite black fuck god, eh? Got a day off right?" Truth be told, Jerry was a bit scared of Dozer. The black guy was fucking huge and towered over almost anyone he encountered. He also had a withdrawn and sometimes nasty demeanor and the producer knew he intimidated virtually everybody. Dozer grunted some kind of response and Jerry left it at that. "Hey Dozer, you get a chance to meet this newbie, Aiden? Real cute kid, just signed him yesterday. Been trying to figure out who's gonna break him in......" He left the words hanging for a moment, savoring the reveal. Dozer nodded an affirmation. "Yeah, I met him. Sweet little faggot. Wouldn't mind shafting some a that boipussy..." Jerry smiled, his usual greasy, sleazy smile. "So, you are my top dog, so to speak. Figured I'd give you the first crack at him. What do ya think, baby?"
Dozer sat there for a moment, apparently deep in thought, at least it looked that way to Jerry. The producer couldn't be sure but he thought he saw a slight smirk crease the corners of the big man's mouth. Then he spoke. "Whatever you think is best, Boss. He gettin' the normal treatment?" Dozer already knew the answer to his question, but he asked it anyway. "Yeah, yeah, the normal. You know. Course you know. You practically invented it, baby!" He paused for a moment, considering his words. "I'm giving this bitch to you, Dozer. But I gotta tell ya; this boy could become a true star. If we work things right baby, we could all be looking at a shitload more cash rolling in here. I want this kid begging for your prick before you actually bone him, ok? I want him to be shouting out his need for black cock, how he needs you in his asshole, he wants you to breed his fuckhole. Do whatever ya gotta do to get him to that point, got it?"
Dozer began to respond but suddenly there was a commotion on the video playing in the background and they both stopped and looked up at the screen. Trevan was howling like some rabies-infected hellhound as he pounded Isaac without mercy and came inside him. The bottom bitch was practically crying from the intense fuck strokes that went deep into his bowels, his hands clasping Trevan's butt cheeks, trying to hold him inside his asshole. The camera zeroed in on the spot where they were joined and truly captured the scene of the convulsing, the cumming. Everything came down to that moment; black men breeding white boys. It was the basis for all at the studio. The top pulled out, his cock still leaking strands of cum; the camera honed in on the kid's red, raw fuckhole, now gaped to unimaginable proportions and coated with thick and creamy sperm. "Damn, Trevan was on that day, yeah? Shit that was a good breed shot. Although I didn't like the lighting from that corner angle, camera 3 I think. I'll tell Roddy to work on that..." He tailed off, suddenly thinking more about production values than sexual pairings. He came back from his reverie when the black giant spoke again.
"Yeah, I'll do it. Teach this sissy punk what it means to go black. He'll be begging for my cock fore I'm done with his pansy ass. When we doing this, Boss?" Jerry refocused on the black stud and smiled again. "Saturday. Heh, it's a go baby! See ya then, big man!" Without another word, Dozer got up and left the office. Jerry hit the switch on his intercom. "Melissa? Is Percy here today? And is he available?" There was a moment of silence, then the girl's voice came back to him. "Yes he is here, Jerry. I can send him to you in about fifteen minutes..."
Aiden was ooohing and aaahing as he rode the black dildo. He was on his creaky old twin-sized bed, on his knees, as he felt the rubber cock spearing his innards. He had lubed it with some of the Astro Glide that Percy had given him and even though there were a few seconds of pain, he was able to eventually work it into his asshole. Now, with one of the black porn star's pairs of worn undershorts covering his face, he was riding the fake prick with a reckless abandon. He'd had no idea it could feel this good to have something in one's ass. Aiden breathed in deeply, and although it had seemed utterly disgusting at first, he had to admit that the strong scent of black man was starting to get to him, making his mouth water and his head spin. He was stroking his own little dick at the same time and within just a few minutes he began to feel that delicious ache that signaled the approach of orgasm. His young body was unable to cope for long with the triple threat stimulus of masturbation, anal penetration and the heady aroma of black male. Aiden leaned back on the bed as his climax hit him hard, sliding all the way down on the black rubber cock and a low scream was ripped from his throat as his jizz sluiced up his piss tube and sprayed everywhere, coating his smooth chest with the hot liquid, as well as firing off on the sheets, the pillows, even the wall next to him. He ripped the undershorts from across his face and began taking in huge gulps of air, gasping even as he came down from the orgasmic high. Aiden collapsed on the bed, the dildo still deep inside him, giggling like a school girl at the intensity of his cum. That would be something he'd be doing again real soon, he thought.......
Jerry looked up again, as this time it was Percy entering his office. He smiled his usual greasy grin and waved the kid in. "Hey what's happening, baby? You making us all some more money, Percy? I just seen that last one you did...shit! Nice cum shot, sweetie! Way to really milk that black dude! Yeah, that's what I'm talking about... But look who I'm talking to; you're my best bottom." He was practically leering at Percy in his creepy way, although everyone knew Jerry wasn't into boys; he had plenty of the hottest girlfriends, most of whom were whores he dated from the straight porn studio his brother ran across town. Percy sighed a little. "Hey Jerry. What's up?" Jerry motioned for him to take a seat, so he did. "Percy, how you think this Aiden kid is gonna work out? Honest opinion..." Percy looked at the producer for a moment, not sure of how to answer. "Uhhh, I guess he'll probably do OK... I think he will. I think there's a certain something deep inside him...we just need to get it to come out in the open."
"All due respect to you and the other kids, Percy. You know I love ya, baby! But this kid Aiden is possibly the prettiest, most innocent young thing we've had on board in a while...maybe ever. We stand to make a ton of cash off this boy-toy. It's gonna be really important that we do whatever needs to be done to make him comfortable. And by we, I mean you. I need you here on Saturday when he does his First Timers scene with Dozer. You know this shit always looks easy from the outside lookin' in, but I'm afraid the first time he gets that brother's cock in his face, he may turn tail and run. I need for there to be a friendly face at the shoot, some he can turn to for advice, encouragement, whatever......" Jerry was confident he could count on Percy to do what needed to be done; despite his almost overwhelming cuteness, Percy had a cold and calculating side to him and the producer thought he could appeal to Percy's desire for more money...and more power.
Dozer sat on the couch in his bare-looking apartment. It was Friday night. He had a bourbon on the rocks in one hand and the remote for his DVD player in the other. He had loaded up several of his best-selling movies into the multi-disk tray and was now settling back for a night of game-tape, as he called it. Like football players review tape from previous games, Dozer liked to review his own scenes from time to time. Just to keep the edge on, keep things sharp. It was easy to forget what had made him so popular in this business, but he intended to never do that.
He began the playback, stopping on the second scene of disk 1. Another First Timers shoot, he could scarcely remember the kid's name. Chris or Charlie or something like that. It didn't matter; the only thing that mattered was the sex. As he watched the scene unfold, he found himself wondering whatever happened to this boy. Hell whatever happened to any of them? He suddenly felt oddly detached as he watched himself seduce this gorgeous, young white kid. First some kissing, starting out slow, just little pecks then moving to full-blown making out, his tongue buried in the kid's mouth. Then, whitey's clothes come off. Soon they move to the bed, and the boy learns just how sensitive his nipples are, as Dozer pinches them with his big fingers and then clamps his teeth on the tiny, quivering teats, sucking them to arousal. The kid's six-inch prick is rock hard and leaking precum; it's pretty evident that he's really turned on. Next, the video-Dozer pushes his lubed up digits into the lad's virgin hole, taking his time to stretch and moisten, all the while continuing to kiss the kid and work on his tits.
Even though the white boy had been touching him through his jeans, it was plain that the kid was amazed and scared by the size of Dozer when he finally got his pants off. Who wouldn't be? Someone had commented once that it looked like someone had attached a bull's cock to Dozer's crotch. In short, the man was hung and he knew it.
He spent the evening like this, cycling through the disks and the scenes, listening to the crying, and the screaming of the boys when he first penetrated them. By the end, most of them were moaning out for him to fuck them harder and he always obliged. He was a rough top, no bullshit. His reputation for no pussyfooting around was well-earned; no matter how the kids screamed, he forged ahead, and they always took him deep. How many white boys had he fucked? How many had swallowed his cum, or taken his seed in their assholes? Almost countless, no doubt. And now young Aiden was scheduled to be the next one.
CHAPTER 4 CUMMING SOON...........
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