BustNut Studios Part 1 — Big Dumb Dick
An original story by BustNut
The well-hung studs of BustNut Studios suffer dearly after their boss is placed under a Jamaican curse!
BustNut Studios - Part 1
Big Dumb Dick
Vinnie Demann looked out his shuttered window at the world outside his tiny bachelor apartment. Outside the sky was blue, with crisp white clouds floating over the Los Angeles skyline. Vinnie turned his back from the window and took a deep breath. He scratched the days-old stubble on his cheek and shuffled back toward his kitchen table, wading through yellowed newspapers, bottles of alcohol, and the old boxes of chinese food which littered the floor of his dingy apartment. Sitting down at the table, he scratched his round pot-belly and once again went over the events that had transpired to get him into this position.
A meow outside his window alerted him to Ginger, the local tabby which kept him occasional company. Vinnie once again went to the dusty frame of the window and propped it up with a piece of cracked wood.
"Hey kitty, what's going on?" He said, stroking the orange cat. Ginger meowed and Vinnie assumed that the cat was hungry. Using his automatic can opener, Vinnie took out an expired can of tuna and set it onto the magnetic disc. With a whirr, the appliance started to slowly open the tin.
"Yeah yeah, you'll get it in a minute," Vinnie said to the cat, which sat attentively on the counter. The can opener suddenly gave a crackle, and a dingy whirring sound came from within it as the can jiggled back and forth violently. Some mechanism inside was stuck.
"Aw, fuck." Vinnie said. As he was about to manouever the can free, there was a knock at his door.
"Who is it?" He yelled.
"Package for Vincent Demann," said the courier outside, "is this the right address?”
Vinnie sighed and looked at the malfunctioning can opener.
"Yeah, just a sec." He turned away from the counter and headed towards the front door. Through the peephole he saw a somewhat athletic delivery man with dirty blonde hair sticking out from under his brown cap. Vinnie felt his stomach drop.
"Hold on, let's make this quick." Vinnie said, and opened the door a crack.
"I need you to sign this sheet here," the courier said, holding out a clipboard, "can you open the door a bit wider?”
"Yeah, yeah sure. Just be careful.”
"Of what?”
"Of --", Vinnie paused, "nothin', don't worry about it.”
Vinnie opened the door all the way. The courier handed him a pen. Vinnie quickly scribbled on the page, but no ink came out.
"Damn, just a sec, I got another on the table just beside here." Vinnie stepped out of the open doorframe to go get a pen. At that instant, the can of tuna jolted free from the mechanized opener and hit the large piece of wood that had the open window propped up. The wood launched across the tiny apartment and hit the courier squarely in his unprotected crotch.
"FUUUUUCCCK!" The courier yelled as the wood made contact in the center of his thin brown shorts. He dropped the parcel and clipboard and fell to his knees, gripping his groin and cursing loudly.
"Oh jesus, oh god, I am so sorry," Vinnie said and rushed to the side of the courier.
"GOD DAMMIT. MY FUCKING BALLS. OW JESUS FUCK." The courier was almost doubled over in pain, his handsome face twisted in agony.
"Here, here, I signed it," Vinnie said, scribbling his signature on the form, "I'll, uh, leave you here to get your bearings. Just go! Get out!”
"Fuck you man!" the courier said, still on his knees.
"I am so sorry, look, thanks for the package!" Vinnie said, taking the parcel.
"Aren't you going to help me up?!”
"No." Vinnie said, and slammed his door shut.
Returning back to the kitchen table, Vinnie found that Ginger the tabby was gone. He cursed silently under his breath. Turning his attention to the parcel, he found it labeled with the return address of his lawyer, Janine Franco. Vinnie sat down and opened the box, finding it filled with miscellaneous court documents related to the bankruptcy of his former empire, BustNut Studios. Also among the papers were the work-files of his employees, as well as files on the incidents which he had been witness. Vinnie winced and grabbed a nearby bottle of gin from the corner of the table. He thought back to the time when he was one of the most respected producers and directors in the porn business, and how his luck had catastrophically changed by a curse…
BustNut Studios was one of the largest, sexiest, and most well known porn studios in the San Fernando valley. Vinni Demann was the head of the studio, as well as one of its lead content creators -- mostly through promotions, and film production and direction.
Vinnie worked a tight ship, and the talent that made up his studio were seen as some of the most sought-after men and women in the porn industry. Vinnie had an achilles heel, though, and like most involved in the entertainment business, it was drugs. Vinnie had often times found himself on the bad side of several high-end dealers, and was known to be somewhat unreliable and spotty with payments. This would come back to haunt him, in the form of the Yalara Gang.
Mama Yalara was not happy with Vinnie. She showed up outside of BustNut Studios one June morning with a gang of thugs and a vendetta against the porn mogul. Intimidated by their presence, Vinnie's secretary quickly let the entourage through into his opulent, marbled office. After hearing his door slam open, Vinnie looked up from his line of coke to find a large black woman the color of ebony staring down at him, with a dozen thugs in line behind her.
"You have been a bad boy, Vinnie," Mama Yalara boomed down to the skinny addict, "we have come to take what is ours, as payment for your tardiness.”
Vinnie reclined in his chair, staring at the Jamaican crime boss. He wiped his hands on his white suit and adjusted his sunglasses.
"Mama, mama, just give me one more day, I'll have one of my guys send over the money, no big deal.”
"That is what you promised me a day ago, Vinnie, and I have not seen any of your monkey-men come knocking at my door.”
"I swear," Vinnie said, looking nervously at the thugs, "tomorrow. I swear.”
"Your time is up, Vinnie," Mama clasped her hands in front of her stomach, "I'm afraid it is time for you to learn your lesson.”
"DOUBLE." Vinnie said, trying to avoid a confrontation.
"Double?" Mama Yalara said.
"Yeah, see, I'll pay you double. Consider it a gesture of my appreciation -- my future appreciation -- of being a, uh, valued customer." Vinnie replied, motioning his head towards the thugs.
"You make a tempting offer, Vinnie," Mama Yalara said, "but you will still have to pay a price.”
"Just -- guys, please -- don't trash the office? Or hurt me?”
"There is a lot of bad blood between me and you Vinnie," Mama smiled, "as well as between you and many of my friends.”
"Yeah, I know lots of people. I'm trying to clean up the act, I swear.”
"I will take your offer, Vinnie, as an act of good faith. Let it be clear though, today -- under no uncertain terms -- it had been decided that you would lose your life. Although I may be satisfied with what you have presented me, many of my friends will not be.”
"Y-yeah? What would they want? Double as well? Triple? Huh? Name it!" Vinnie said, suddenly realizing how close to peril he was. Mama Yalara suddenly lifted her obese body onto Vinnie's oak desk. She crouched and leaned forward into his face.
"I am afraid, Vinnie my boy," she said, her breath reeking of spices and tobacco, "that your price lies in more than money. Although I have spared your physical life, I will not spare any other aspect of it.”
Mama Yalara suddenly rose and rolled her eyes back into her head. Leaning her head back, she trembled as she channeled energy through her body.
"Let it be known! That from this day forth! Vincent Headly Demann will eat from the poisoned pit of even and adams apple! That within his eye of beauty there will be destruction! That the things he hold most dear in his life shall meet terrible fates! That although he may prosper, that those around him will foolishly suffer at his presence! THAT MISERY AND FAILURE SHALL BE BORN FROM THE IMMORAL LOINS FROM WHERE HE BUILDS HIS LIFE!" Mama's voice boomed throughout the room. Her curse was followed by a chant of babel, until finally she lowered her head and rested.
"A curse? You cursed me?" Vinnie said, almost letting a smirk cross his face.
"Do not doubt the power of those who have been wronged, Vinnie," Mama said, her head still lolling back and forth, "you shall soon discover that my curse is just as deadly as a knife against your neck.”
Mama soon left Vinnie to ponder her words in his office. With a cold sweat on his face, he found himself glad that the old hag had left him alive. For that reason he would follow up on his promise to double his payment to her. Still, an unnerving feeling had touched the back of his spine, and he found that he couldn't concentrate on his latest skin flick, Michigan Smith and the Temple of Fate.
Richard Dunn was one of the biggest stars of BustNut studios. Discovered at the age of 18, Richard (or "Dick" as he preferred to be called) was a former amatuer bodybuilder from Michigan who had been disqualified from several competitions due to the lewdness of his 'act'. To Dick, though, it was never an act, it was just a regular flexing routine that became impaired by the obscene bulge that filled the miniscule thong covering his crotch. When he was spotted by a BustNut recruiter at a teen-bodybuilding competition in Detroit, Dick was immediately seen as a potentially gigantic star in the making. After once again being disqualified, Dick was offered a solo role in a BustNut flick. Enamored by the money, Dick immediately signed on and soon became a rising star.
Now 19, Dick was preparing for his first role as a lead in a BustNut film. Michigan Smith and the Temple of Fate would, predictably, showcase the star as a daring adventurer who had to conquer several sexual conquests before being led to the Temple of Fate by a tribe of Amazon Women. The climax scene would, as planned, showcase Dick ravaging several blonde hardbodies. Vinnie Demann had confidence in the lackluster plot though, and especially thought highly of his prized star.
It was early in the morning when Vinnie went to Dick's trailer. Wearing a blue jumpsuit and leering under thick sunglasses that framed his rat-like face, Vinnie strolled up the to door and knocked twice.
"Oh, fuck, yeah, just ... just a second." Dick replied. Vinnie could hear a shower being turned off.
"Dick? It's Vinnie. I'm here to talk to you about the shoot today." Vinnie yelled.
Suddenly, the door of the trailer swung open and Vinnie found himself staring at Dick's impeccable form. Despite having worked with him on the solo project and coaching him for his big debut, Vinnie still found himself in awe of the superstud every time he saw him.
Dick was dripping wet, his short black hair still steaming from the shower. His tight, tanned 6'1 frame was truly a specimen to behold -- broad muscular shoulders, with large rounded pecs underneath. Dicks two massive arms worked a flimsy towel down his rippling abdominals, as he tried to dry the droplets which slowly made their way down past his chiselled 8-pack and the v-line which framed his small, tight waist. Of course the real show lay in the enormous bulge that lay within the white jockstrap he was wearing. Dick's name was well suited -- his giant circumsized cock was as thick as a beer bottle and at least eight inches long when flaccid. Below it were two impossibly large testicles the size of baseballs. The jockstrap, the largest one that Dick could find, was being strained by the young stud's giant package. Transparent from the moisture, it outlined Dick's considerable assets and threatened to rip apart from the huge basket it contained.
"What is it Vinnie?" Dick asked.
"Yeah, lemme in boy," Vinnie said, and pushed his way past the young bodybuilder into the trailer.
"So, didja rehearse your lines?" Vinnie asked, looking at the worryingly untouched script in the corner of the kitchenette.
"Uh, I looked at it, and, yeah." Dick said, drying the last of the water from his perfect body.
"You know your lines?”
"Yah I know ‘em"
"You sure? You do know the first scene is today, right?”
"Yah, but Vin, I got this problem," Dick said, looking down.
"What is it? If you need some new underwea—"
"No, it's just that this'll be my first time.”
"Whaddya mean? You've already worked with us. You know how it goes.”
"I mean with... with a chick.”
"Oh fuck. Are you fucking SHITTING ME?" Vinnie said, his eyes widening with horror.
"I figured that it'd be fine an' all, but I got to thinkin' that I should tell a’somebody."
"Fuck Dick, with a giant cock and a body like yours, I woulda thought you would be getting it left and right!”
"I have Vinnie! I just can't... I can't FIT!”
Vinnie looked worryingly at the superstud. Admittedly, the female talent had been extremely nervous when they had viewed Dick's jack off video. The stud's megacock ballooned to a formidable twelve inches when completely aroused, and was almost as thick as a man's forearm. Vinnie had dismissed it all, though. But now the dumb kid was now admitting he was still a virgin. The shoot was going to be a huge failure.
"Look, alright, Dick, lemme tell ya what we'll do." Vinnie said, coming up the side of the 19 year old. "We'll go down to the lot, see? We'll just do the scenes that don't require you do fit that dong of yours anywhere you don't wanna put it first, ok? We'll just do the solo stuff.”
"Aw, jeez, thanks Vinnie." Dick said, grinning like a dolt.
"Anytime baby," Vinnie said, and slapped the bare muscular ass of the soon-to-be porn stud. "Go dry off and get ready. We're gonna be tying you up to a big 'x' cross, where you'll break free and fight off the lady midgets in order to find your way to the Amazon Camp. It's on page 45 of the script. You better go read.”
"I'll be there real soon," Dick said.
"Great, kid, great.”
The set was about thirty minutes away, located in a secluded quarry in the mountains. The giant wooden 'x' was hoisted into position by the crew and primed with lights. A bonfire was built in front of the set-up and temporarily became the center of an impromptu weenie roast by the crew on set.
Dick arrived in white terrycloth robe. All attention focussed on him as he took it off, wearing nothing but combat boots, a camo headband, and dirt on his face. Makeup attacked him with a fine spray of lavender-baby oil to keep his tight body shiny. In the soft light of the afternoon sun, Dick looked amazing. Every muscular contour of his body was outlined in gleaming perfection. The massive dong between his tree-trunk legs swung gently in the breeze, and his enormous, hairless balls hung loose in his sac. Many of the fat union crew looked on with at least some jealousy of the sculpted body and impressive genitals on display before them. One of them, a slob in a wife beater named Joe, snickered to himself as he saw the stud get hoisted and tied spread-eagle onto the wooden frame.
Dick was in position, his two giant arms spread wide above him, and his two meaty legs spread out from under him. On cue, he began to sport a giant erection. His big dick heaved itself up. Taking a slight tilt to the left, it oozed pre-cum from the head.
Vinnie looked on, impressed with the young studs performance so far. Most men in the industry needed viagra, but this kid was pratically built for sex. Still, he remained worried about finding female talent to fullfill the roles he needed in the film. Worst come to worse, they would use prosthetics. Expensive, but for this hunk-god, it was probably going to be worth the money.
Light levels were tested, all cameras were in position. The midget women were led out and given last minute instructions on their dance. Tiny spears were handed to them to add to the effect.
Vinnie stared at the monitor in front of him. Everything was just about perfect. Just about.
"Hmm, he needs more sweat on his cock," he mumbled. "Hey, you, in the wife beater, get over here," Vinnie said, and motioned to Joe.
"What's up boss?" Joe asked.
"I need you to oil up his dick. Hop to it.”
"Aw fuck, I'm no faggot, I'm not gonna touch his dong with my bare hands!”
"Do it or you're fired you fat fuck!" Vinnie shouted angrily.
Joe went off to makeup and found the spray bottle of oil to be empty. Nearby was a container that held several of the franks from the crew barbeque earlier. A pool of grease had collected at one end of the alumnimum pan.
"Fuck that sonofabitch," Joe grumbled, and scooped up a handful of the liquid into his calloused hand. He waddled over to Dick and began to vigourously apply the grease to the giant dick and pendulous balls.
"Ohhh fuck that feels good," Dick moaned, and began to thrust his hips into the movement of Joe's hands on his dick.
"Yeah yeah, whatever prettyboy," Joe mumbled and slathered the grease using both his hands along Dick's massive shaft. Using the momentum of the musclestud's bucking hips, Joe managed to get coverage everywhere. With the barbeque grease running out, he rubbed the last of it into the purple head and a little ways into the piss slit of the big dick.
"Fuuuck don't stop," Dick said.
"That's all I'm gonna do for you ya dumb musclehead," Joe said and gave Dick's hairless balls a slap as he finished up.
"OW, fuck! Watch it you fat idiot!”
"Yeah yeah. I'm outta here." Joe let go of the porn-god's dong and walked away, wiping his hands on his obese stomach as he rounded around the bonfire. He sneered at Vinnie, who focussed intently on the monitor in front of him.
"Great, good, Dick, you look fucking hot! Let's get the fire burning a bit more.... yeah! Great! Alright, here goes. Dick, when you get the cue, start struggling. Then pull your wrists out and to the front and that will unlock the binds, allowing you to fall down and beat off the midget women. After that, we'll start on the jungle chase scene. Alright -- and.... action!”
Joe watched the bound stud do a pitiful job at pretending to be captured. 'Dick' seemed like a pretty big 'dick' to him, and Vinnie was just a plain old asshole. He scratched his grey beard and smiled smugly to himself. An avid outdoorsman, Joe knew when he was in the company of city slickers who didn't know a thing about nature, and he also knew how nature could make karma a painful bitch.
The scene was going fantastic. Dick was really getting into the struggle. He strained his muscular body and his fat cock bounced up and off the middle of his muscular stomach. The slapping noise was brilliant! Vinnie knew that even if he couldn't find any female talent for the pornboy, he'd sure as hell be able to market the flick towards the homo market. The midget women were now circling the wooden x, making laughable chanting noises. Vinnie chuckled at how ridiculous the scene looked -- with the midget women, the wooden cross on the mound…
"That mound..." Vinnie mumbled to himself. Something was off about it.
Fuck I love this shit, Dick thought. He moaned as he strained against his restraints. That fat bastard of a crewman definitely oiled up his johnson pretty damn well, the baby oil was practically dripping off the veiny shaft onto the ground below. The flopping of his dong was sending some of the stuff dribbling down his thighs. It smelled kind of weird though, a lot like bacon grease. Whatever, he thought. Dick felt like he could keep his hardon forever and was bouyed by the prospect of finally banging some pussy for once in his life. Suddenly, a tiny tingly alerted him to his right ankle. It felt like nothing, at first, but when he looked down he saw a small black dot climbing its way up his muscular calves.
Vinnie realized in horror his mistake far too late. Joe, on the otherhand, knew exactly what was happening, and had placed the wooden cross in it's precise position to take unique advantage of the mound.
"FUCK! CUT! EVERYONE! CUT!" Vinnie yelled suddenly. The cameras stopped as the director lept from his chair.
"What's the matter?" Joe asked innocently.
"FUCKING FIRE ANTS!" Vinnie screamed. And it was true, dozens of fire ants, irritated by the fire and the stomping of the extras had angrily exited their mound in search of the disturbance. Finding remnants of grease leading up the muscular legs of their helplessly bound victim, they started to head up.
"OH FUCK!" Dick yelled, realizing his situation, "GET ME THE FUCK DOWN FROM HERE!”
To be continued…
"Turn the lights off! Put the fire out! Get him down from there!" Vinnie yelled to the crew as the hapless porn stud before him struggled in his bounds. To his horror, though, Joe and the others were too busy laughing at the predicament to really care or do anything.
"Fucking help me!" Dick yelled.
The fireants were now forming a distinct trail up Dick's muscular thighs, following the drippings of the grease that Joe had used to oil Dick's giant schlong. Soon they reached the young stud's meat and began to converge on it.
"Oh jesus, fuck, get them off my cock!" Dick screamed, and thrust his crotch in and out violently, trying to shake the ants off. Unfortunately, the fire ants were not pleased wiith his huge cock and pendulous balls flopping back and forth, and began to react violently by biting the tender flesh.
"OWWWW FUUUCCKKKKK" Dick howled as his meat was made dinner for the insects.
In the meantime, Vinnie had finally managed to get some help for the muscled porn-boy and -- with the promise of a raise and yearlong free access to the BustNut website -- had finally enlisted Joe and another crewman to untie the bonds that held him to the post.
"Just a sec Dicky boy, we'll have ya free!" Vinnie said over the screams of agony coming from the star.
"These ties are hard to figure out 'n shit." Complained a crew member.
"Well, fuck, keep trying!" Vinnie shouted as he tried to deal with the bonds.
"Hey chief, why don't I try knocking the little fuckers off of him?" Joe piped up.
"Yeah! Yeah! Go do that!" Vinnie said.
Joe ambled around to Dick's front and squinted at the helpless stud.
"FUUUCK GET THEM OFF OF MY DICK!" Dick screeched, a sheen of sweat now covering his body.
"Yep, looks like we got ourselves a situation here." Joe said, scratching his fat gut.
"GET THEM OFF! OWWWWW FUCK!”
Joe inspected the boy before him. The fucker sure was a hot little piece of shit. Built solid and lean like a bodybuilder. Buff as hell, large rounded pecs, huge arms, big brown nipples, a chiselled stomach... a body that a greek statue would be envious of. Now he was all tied up and helpless... well, that's what the prick gets for being so cocky.
"ARE YOU GONNA FUCKING HELP OR WHAT?!" Dick screamed.
"Yeah yeah, just observing kid, hold on." Joe said, drawing his gaze down to the crotch. The big bastard's got quite a huge dong too. Dick's giant cock and big balls were now alarmingly red and swollen from the bites of the still angry fire ants.
"JUST KNOCK THEM OFF! PLEASE!!!" Dick pleaded.
"Fuck no, I'm not gonna touch your tiny cock again, I ain't no faggot." Joe said angrily. He turned around and grabbed one of the fake-spears that the female midgets had been using a while ago. He drew it back and aimed the blunt side triangular of the spearhead of it towards Dick's crotch.
"This might hurt a bit, kid," Joe said, and violently smacked Dick's balls with the spear.
"OW FUCKK MY BALLS!" Dick coughed. Joe rolled his eyes and continued to smack Dick's swollen crotch with the spear. The gentials flopped about wildly. The fireants, still fairly angry, dug in with their pincers deeper into the flesh.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK" Dick shouted, tears streaming down his face.
"Huh, little bastards seem to have started to hold on tighter.”
Down at the entrance of the quarry, paramedics had finally arrived after being called in. They were greeted by one of the midget castmembers.
"What's going on here?" One of the paramedics asked.
"One of the guys up there got fireants all over his crotch, he could probably could use some help." The midget replied.
"Ah fuck. How far up?”
"It's about a ten minute hike up to that ridge.”
"Good thing I got my cleats on. Terry, grab me some bleach and water.”
Meanwhile, Vinnie was still struggling with the bounds. Whoever had tied the kid up had either been a sailor or a BDSM specialist. Vinnie probably guessed the latter.
"Joe! What the fuck are you doing around there? Blowing him? Just get the fucking fireants off the kid! Crush the fuckers if you have to!" Vinnie yelled.
Dick was about ready to pass out. The pain from the hundreds of bites to his horse-cock and bullocks was finally wearing on him.
"Alright, alright, looks like I gotta do what the boss man says." Joe said, and roughly grabbed the big swinging dick. "This might hurt some more, kid." With that, joe squeezed the base of the huge schlong violently, crushing the dozen or so ants. The sudden unbearable pain lead Dick to start screaming again.
"Fuck you're a big guy, huh?" Joe said, and ran the length of the cock with both of his hands, squeezing it like a tube of toothpaste that had run out.
"FUCK LET GO OF IT. FUCCKKK”
"Gotta kill all these fuckers first, kid," Joe said, and kept squeezing up and down the length of Dick's cock, squishing the fire ants in the process and burying their pincers deeper into Dick's skin. One particularly nosy ant had made it's way to the piss-slit of Dick's cock, and had buried it's pincers halfway into it.
"I think this is the last one." Joe said, and used his thumb to press on Dick's cockhead, squishing the ant and pressing it's venom deep into Dick's urethra.
"AHHHH FUCCCKKK FUCK YOU FUCK YOU! YOU FUCKING FAT PIECE OF SHIT!" Dick yelled. He bucked back and forth in his bounds.
"Fuck you too, prettyboy, we're not done yet. Looks like you got some more ants on your puny balls too!" Joe said -- he was pissed off, and had had enough of this whiny musclestud. He grabbed Dick's giant balls in both hands and began to squeeze.
"FUCK LET GO! LET GO YOU FUCKER!”
Joe ignored Dick's screams. The stud's swollen balls were like handling two oranges. Little fucker was a sperm factory.
"Looks like you might have some on your asshole too," Joe said, and moved his left hand between Dick's legs.
"GET YOUR HAND OUT OF THERE!" Dick shouted. It was no use though. Joe's fat fingers had found their target and he began to gently massage Dick's asshole with his finger, pressing in gently.
"Ya feel a little loose there, Dicky boy. Y'sure y'aint a faggot?”
"FUCK YOU!" Dick said.
Joe finally forced his forefinger into the tight hole and began to move it in and out violently, while massaging the now antless balls.
"FUCKKK NOOO" Dick screamed, as the massaging of his balls and prostate caused his huge cock to become engorged again.
"Looks like you like this, eh boy?" Joe said, as he watched the mammoth cock reach it's formidable 12 inches. The sight wasn't pretty -- hundreds of red bumps and dead ants now covered the length of the dong. Getting hard now was a pretty big testament to the horniness of the muscleboy, Joe thought.
"Fucking finally!" Vinnie said, as he untied the bounds. The other crewman had managed to untie his side as well. Dick was free from his confines.
"FUCK... I'm... I'm gonna pass out!" Dick said, and fell forward. Joe quickly pulled his finger out of the stud's asshole and stepped back.
"Don't expect me to fucking catch you, fag." Joe said, and let the muscular pornstar fall to the earth -- his still hard cock ending up dead center in the middle of the fireant colony, plugging the entrance. Expectedly, this woke Dick up.
"OHHH FUUUCKKK MY DICK'S IN THERE! MY DICK'S IN THERE!" He screamed. Joe couldn't contain himself and began laughing his ass off. Dick managed to haul himself onto all fours -- his cock and balls were now a red-writhing mass of very pissed off fire ants. The buffed up muscleboy crawled forward quickly, before passing out and rolling onto his back, letting his ant-infested cock flop onto his stomach.
"DICK! KID! WAKE UP!" Vinnie yelled, coming to the aid of his star.
"Where's the victim?" The paramedic said, arriving on the scene. It was all too apparent, though, who the victim was. In the middle of the set lay the chiselled 19 year old muscleboy wearing nothing but a camo headband and combat boots -- now completely passed out and with a thousand fire ants covering his obscenely large cock and lemon-sized balls.
"OH SHIT! FIRE ANTS!" The paramedic yelled, and ran over to the porn star. He motioned to his partner and the two began stomping wildily on the giant cock and balls of the young teen star. The sharp cleats of one of the paramedics flattened the huge bulbous eggs of the sex-god into the dirt ground. Blood was soon oozing from the tip of Dick's giant bug-infested wang and two loud 'pops' could be heard as the muscleboy's enormous sex organs were forever rendered useless.
Vinnie stepped back from the scene and took a deep breath. Dick was out cold. His babymakers were being stomped into oblivion by a pair of paramedics who were now -- shit, was that bleach? -- throwing acidic bleach onto the ruined meat and eggs of one of the biggest up and coming stars of BustNut studios.
"Could this get any worse?" Vinnie said to himself. He then noticed Joe quickly running over to help with the stomping, carrying one of the prop spears with him.
"What're you trying to do?!" One of the paramedics said as the fat slob aimed the spear at the huge cock beneath him.
"Gonna bring this kid down to earth!" He said, and violently gored the sensitive area between the limp dick and the big deflated balls. Joe continued to hack away until the once huge lemon-sized balls and 12 inch cock of the beautiful studboy were nothing but a gory red pulp.
"Fuck this sucks." Vinnie said, putting his head in his hands.
Three days later, Vinnie sat in his marble office, nursing a headache with some alka-seltzer and vodka. His secretary walked in with a stack of papers.
"Here are the medical bills, Vin," she said, dropping the pile onto his desk. Vinnie groaned.
"Richard-- er, 'Dick' -- is undergoing reconstructive surgery at the moment... and from what these say, things don't look good for him." She said, sighing.
"When will he be back in action?" Vinnie said, closing his eyes.
"He won't. Vin, he's a bit of a ... dickless eunuch now." She grimaced.
"Fine... fine, get the lawyers to deal with him. We've got enough money to pay his expenses anyways.”
"Are you still going to go down to the church today?”
"What? Are ya kidding me? I don't go to church!”
"Vin, hon, no, it's for your set-overview. Hans VonStomp, the guest director from germany, he's doing the Naughty Nuns 4 on location in Santa Monica. You were supposed to check things out? Make sure he was happy and all that?”
"Yeah... yeah, OK, I'll get right on it." Vinnie said.
"Don't forget that Nate Steele is the male lead. He wants to renegotiate his contract with you as well.”
"OK. I'll... get down there soon. Just leave me alone, will ya toots?" Vinnie said. His secretary nodded and left the office silently.
Vinnie opened his eyes and looked at the stack of files before him. It was a shame about Dick, really was, the kid had talent. He had to move on, though. One loss of a male lead wasn't such a big deal if he had a dozen more to choose from. Vinnie gulped down another mix of vodka and alka-seltzer. It was going to be a long day.
Unfortunately for Vinnie, Dick had been just the start.
To be continued...
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