BustNut Studios Part 2 — Nutting Nate
An original story by BustNut
Porn star Nate Steele suffers dearly as his boss Vinnie comes to visit him on set.
BustNut Studios - Part 2
Nutting Nate
22 year old surfer Nate Steele was absoloutely the sexiest porn-star on earth. Or at least, that's what he thought to himself as he looked into the mirror set up in his room. He ran his hand through his medium length dirty blonde hair and checked out his muscular bod one more time.
"Fuck yeah man." He said, swiveling his hips around a bit. His form was tall and beefy -- pecs so hard you could bounce quarters off of them, big pink eraserhead nipples, and a perfectly formed eight-pack. Broad muscular shoulders framed his tanned torso, which slimmed down to a small waist that was well defined by a plunging v-line into his red briefs. He raised his arms above his head and struck a pose, admiring the way his cannon-ball biceps and rippling forearms bulged.
"Yeah, you're gonna fuck like a god tonight beefcake." He said to himself.
Of course, a good body didn't make the pornstar. Nate also carried some pretty deadly equipment. The tight red briefs he wore were virtually at their bursting point. His torpedo shaped cock and enormous balls stretched the fabric to its limit. From the side, it was fairly obvious that his underwear was doing a poor job of containing his beefy sex organs, as his balls were perilously close to spilling out the sides.
"Hey, Nate?" Came a voice from the door.
"Who the fuck is it?" Nate replied.
"It's Vinnie. Vinnie Demann -- Nate, look, I gotta talk to you about your contract.”
"Aw, fuck, Vinnie. Come on in man!" Nate said, and opened the door for the weasely porn manager. Vinnie walked in and nodded to the porn star. He made his way across the room and sat in a rickety chair next to a lightstand.
"Some location, huh?" Vinnie said, nodding to the haphazardly set up makeup station.
"Yeah dude, I can't believe you managed to score us a porn shoot in a fuckin cathedral!" Nate said. Vinnie smirked in agreement. St. Bashers was an old cathedral that had been built in the 1930's by a very strict Catholic sect. It had recently been undergoing significant renovations and was currenlty being used for on-site shooting of Naughty Nun's 4. Luckily for Vinnie, the ancient custodian of the place, Mr. Cumberland, was a very avid fan of the productions of BustNut studios, and was all too happy (if not somewhat red-faced) to let the company film several scenes at the Cathedral. Of course, Mr. Cumberland was generously compensated for his troubles and was even allowed on site the day of the shooting to oversee the workings of a modern porno.
"So, Natey boy, I hear you have some issues with your current, ah, contract." Vinnie said, getting down to business.
"Yeah Vin, hey man, look, I gotta do a bit of a shave before I get out there, you mind?" Nate said.
"No, go ahead”
"Thanks man.”
"So anyways, Natey boy, what's your problem?”
"Well it's like this Vinnie," Nate said, hooking his fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pulling them down, letting his enormous cock and balls to flop out, "I ain't no fag. Never will be.”
"I know that Nate, I know," Vinnie said, trying not to stare as the muscleboy poured shaving foam in his hand and lathered up his crotch.
"But in this last contract, man, it says I'm going to be doing some jerk-off stuff for the fag side of the studio!" Nate said, concentrating on lathering up his big balls.
"Well I gotta be honest with ya kid. The market's changed. Straight guys don't want to see a muscular surfer boy banging a hot chick -- they want to see gross fatasses banging a hot chick. Ron Jeremy isn't famous just because he's got a big schlong, it's 'cause guys like seeing a slob fucking a hottie.”
"Fuck whatever man. I'm still not doing this homo shit." Nate said, as he put away the shaving cream and reached for a razor.
"Listen, Natey, we just lost one of our biggest up and coming stars. Richard Dun? 'Dick'? Remember I told you about him? He just had a bad accident on set and lost some, uh, 'assets'. We need someone to cover for him. You have the appeal and the goods, Natey, you just gotta show up, whack off, and that's it.”
"Just show up and tug on my meat, huh?" Nate said, giving his thick cock a yank.
"Yeah, just like that.”
Nate shrugged and lifted his big dick with his left hand, carefully shaving the lemon-sized balls below with the razorblade.
"So Vin," he said, "what happened to Dick, exactly?”
Vinnie shifted uncomfortably in his creaky wooden chair.
"Fireants, some louts from the union, it was just a bad situation. I was there. Wasn't pretty," Vinnie said. "But you have nothing to worry about. Nothing like that will happen to yo—"
"OW FUCK!" Nate yelled suddenly.
"What's the matter?”
"FUCK! I fucking cut my balls!" Nate said, quickly wiping the shaving cream from his groin.
"Is it bad?”
"Fuck, no, just a slice from the blade.”
"Let me see, come here." Vinnie said.
The beefy pornstar hobbled over, still clutching his dick in his left hand. Vinnie leaned in from his chair and looked at the wound on the low-hanging sac. Wasn't anything that a bandaid couldn't take care, just a small cut on the left nut. Vinnie could smell the musk and sweat coming from the crotch of the young pornboy -- he had to admit, the kid had some pretty big babymakers on him. Smooth and heavy, barely a wrinkle on them. Each one the size of a large brown egg. Vinnie felt a tiny pang of envy for Nates huge gonads.
"What the fuck man? Stop touching them!" Nate said alarmingly. Unconsciously, Vinnie had been rolling the huge nuts around in his hand, feeling their weight.
"Sorry Natey, just checking the goods." Vinnie said.
"Well cut it out, my shit's meant for chicks.”
"Right, right, of course it is." Vinnie said, giving Nate a dirty look. He checked his watch and rose out of his chair. "Look, Nate, I gotta get out on set. Before you get out there though, Mr. Cumberland the custodian of the place wants to see you quickly. He's a big fan. Be nice to the guy, will ya? If the priests and the nuns and shit find out we've been here, or the cops, that's the end of it all. Just play along with whatever he wants OK?”
"Yeah sure," Nate said, as he turned towards a mirror on the wall and began to use some gel to spike his blonde hair.
"Seeya out there kiddo!" Vinnie said, and closed the door.
Nate finally finished applying gel to his hair. He did a few flex poses in the mirror, popped some viagra, and rubbed baby-oil over his tight muscular body. There was a knock at the door. Nate considered putting his briefs back on, but decided against it -- after all, the old geezer was a fan, might as well show him what a real set of cock and balls look like.
"Yeah come in." Nate said.
Mr. Cumberland was a man of about sixty years old. He had made his living cleaning the organs for the church and now took care of the old cathedral as a resident custodian. A kindly looking, if not somewhat portly, old man with a greying beard, Mr. Cumberland was well loved by everyone. Except Mr. Cumberland had a bit of a dark side to him -- one that he did not dare reveal to anyone, and one that led him to place dozens of security programs on his personal laptop.
"You must be Nate Steele!" Mr. Cumberland said excitedly as he closed the door behind him.
"Yeah, no shit you old fart. I hear you're a fan of the studio and that I should treat you nice." Nate said as he continued to admire himself in the mirror. He noticed Mr. Cumberland staring at his perfect body. Indeed, the old man was very much admiring the tanned muscular back and tight ass of the young nude stud in front of him. Nate teasingly opened his legs up a bit, letting his big balls and cock dangle between them.
"I've seen all your movies Nate. I ... I was wondering if you'd sign an autograph." Mr Cumberland said, holding out an upsidedown glossy.
"You've seen all my movies huh old fart?" Nate said, turning around and leaning against the makeup station. Mr. Cumberland gulped as he saw the enormous set of genitals on the boy.
"All of them. Every single one." Mr. Cumberland replied, suddenly locking his gaze into Nate's blue eyes.
"Alright, well let's get this over with." Nate said, and walked towards the old man, the porn stars' big cock and heavy balls swinging.
"Here's a pen." Mr. Cumberland said, handing the muscleboy a sharpie. Then, with a flourish, he turned over the glossy and revealed the picture.
For an instant, Nate stood in shock. Sensing his chance to act, Mr. Cumberland grabbed a tight hold onto the big dong of the pornstar.
"OW FUCK." Nate said, suddenly coming to his senses and diverting his attention from the picture.
"Not so cocky now huh?" Mr. Cumberland hissed.
"WHAT THE FUCK?! WHERE DID YOU GET THAT PICTURE?!" Nate said, as he tried to grab the glossy away from the portly custodian. His actions were rewarded by a tight squeeze on his thick schlong.
"OWW LET THE FUCK GO OF MY DICK!" Nate yelped.
"I don't think so, 'Nate'! That's right. I've seen all your movies. Including the one where this bad boy came from." Mr. Cumberland said, waving the picture in front of Nate's face. "Seems like you have a bit of an affinity for being 'down on the farm' as it were. Or at least, some of the animals on the farm being 'down on you’."
"FUCK YOU MAN! THAT'S NOT TRUE!" Nate said, wincing as Mr. Cumberlands hands tightened their grip on his cock.
"So here's the deal, Nate. You do what I want within the next fifteen minutes, and this picture... and video... go into the trash. If you don't, well, you can kiss your career and studio GOODBYE!.”
"FUCK YOU CUMBERLAND" Nate yelled.
"You're going to call me 'DADDY' from now on!”
"FUCK YOU" Nate said. Mr. Cumberland dropped the glossy and moved his other hand onto the giant balls of the boystud, pressing his thumb into the left nut.
"OWWWW FUUUCCCKK OKAY! OKAY!" Nate said, tears welling in his eyes.
"OKAY WHAT? OKAY WHAT?" Mr. Cumberland said.
"OKAY DADDY!" Nate wailed.
"Fine, Nate. I'm going to let go of your crotch. You have to get on that floor over there on your back and spread ‘em."
Nate nodded. Mr. Cumberland let go of the bruised gonads of the muscleboy and watched as he lay down onto the floor. By now the viagra was kicking in, and Nate's enormous dick began to rise to its full 11 inches. Mr. Cumberland quickly took off his pants and thrust his fat body between the muscular thighs of the blonde stud, his own hard 5 inch dick aching to fuck the daylights out of the pornboy.
"This might hurt a bit, Natey”
"F--fuck you." Nate whimpered as drips of pre-cum oozed from the tip of his engorged dick onto his perfect eight pack. Mr. Cumberland moved his left hand over the sweaty muscular body of the buff kid. He pinched Nate's big nipples and cupped his muscular pecs.
"I'm going to have fun with this." Mr. Cumberland said, suddenly spitting into his fat hand and oiling his cock. He pressed the tip of his turgid old dick into the musclestud's virgin pink asshole. Despite feeling as though he were about to vomit, Nate found himself inexplicably being turned on by the impending fuck. His big balls churned with sperm and his cock was aching to explode.
"This might hurt a bit," Mr. Cumberland said, and drew his pasty pock-marked ass back to begin the first thrust into the straight porngod's tight hole.
"What the FUCK." Vinnie yelled as he stood in the doorway.
"GET HIM THE HELL OFF OF ME!" Nate yelled.
"Get the fuck off of him!" Vinnie screamed at the old custodian. Mr. Cumberland quickly rolled backwards and fumbled with his pants, stuffing the glossy photo into his back pocket at the same time.
"What in the name of fuck are ya doing?!" Vinnie said, running to Nate and helping him up.
"He... he was trying to rape me!" Nate said, grabbing a towel and trying to cover his raging hardon.
"No, I think you were LIKING it, Nate!" Mr. Cumberland said, angry at being interrupted.
"FUCK YOU!" The muscleboy said, spitting in the face of the old man.
"Nate, get the fuck out on set." Vinnie said, pointing to the door. " Mr. Cumberland, jesus titty-fucking christ, get the hell out of my Cathedral!”
Nate rubbed his fingers around his asshole, feeling the sticky saliva from the old man dripping down through his ass cheeks. He gave the old fart the finger and walked out of the dressing room, his big erection still flopping about. Vinnie shook his head and grabbed the feeble custodian by the back of his shirt and forcibly marched him to an exit.
"You get out, and you never watch any of my movies AGAIN!" Vinnie yelled as the old man waddled away from the door.
"Oh, I won't. Now that Nate won't be starring in them!”
"What the fuck does that mean?!”
"You'll see, Vinnie." Mr. Cumberland chuckled, "You'll see.”
"Alright are we all set up? Everyone know what they're doing?" Vinnie shouted. He stood at the center of the altar looking down at the haphazard work site and film set in front of him. The director of the shoot, Hans Vonstomp, nodded. Vinnie grinned -- things were finally back on track.
"Ach, yes, bring out ze talent!" Hans yelled. From a small wooden door just to the side of the pews came Nate Steele and Tiffany Tightmuff. Tiffany disrobed herself of her terry white robe and awkwardly trotted to the one of the large wooden benches.
"Hans, baby, I don't think nuns wore high-spiked-heels in the covenant!" Tiffany said, tripping over herself as she sat and laid spread out on the seat of the pew.
"Ja, das heels are ze most holy part of ze nunnery! Just get to ze fucking!" Hans replied.
Tiffany grimaced and waited as the assistants sprayed baby oil over her skin to give her a healthy sheen. She adjusted the very-in-the-way habit on her head, awkwardly fumbling with the headpiece and being careful not to break any of her very long red fingernails.
"Alright everyone, the stud has arrived!" Nate announced as he strolled into the cathedral. He took off his robe to reveal his impeccably muscled and tanned 6'2 frame. His rigid cock pointed straight up into his hard abdominals, while his big lemon-sized balls flopped freely between his legs. Beads of sweat glistened off his thick thighs and bulging pecs. He flashed a killer white smile and proceeded to the pew where Tiffany lay.
"Ya, ya, lets get started! Lights, camera, ACTION!" Hans yelled. Vinnie watched with fascination as the scene played out before him. Tiffany had hoisted her waist onto one of the armrests at the end of a pew, and Nate towered over her, his big cock pressing into her twat.
"You, uh, have been a... naughty nun." Nate said. Vinnie made a mental note to try and book the kid some acting lessons.
"Oh please be gentle! I am but a virgin nun!" Tiffany moaned, rubbing her extremely large breasts. Hans took control of the camera while the crew looked on, dodging it in and out of Tiffany's rack and closeups of her heavily-made-up face.
"Naught nuns don't deserve my pity!" Nate sneered, and began to force his meaty cock into Tiffany's tight slit. Tiffany moaned unconvincingly -- she had worked with Nate before, and was quite used to men of his 'size'. The porn stud pounded away, thrusting his round, perfect ass in and out. Vinnie could see the huge hairless balls of the sex-machine slapping back and forth into the wood of the end of the pew. Every muscle in his gorgeous form was outlined. The sinews of his bull-neck stood out, and sweat began to form on his forehead beneath his spiked up blonde hair.
"God damn, son." Vinnie muttered.
"Oh please! I beg forgiveness!" Tiffany pleaded, again quite unconvincingly. At this point Nate was completely into his motions, and catching his reflection in a nearby window, began to start posing with his huge muscled arms as he fucked the girl with his big salami. He rubbed one of his nipples and grunted before moving his hand down to his bulging eight pack.
"Ya, ya, das is very und-good!" Hans said, focussing his camera on the blonde studboy in front of him, panning around his rippling back and across to his front, down the abdominals and to the crotch which continued to pound into the twat of the somewhat indifferent actress.
"WHO IS IN CHARGE HERE!" Came a shout from the front of the cathedral. Instantly everyone's heads snapped up to see two figures standing at the opposite end of the aisle.
"Who the fuck wants to know?" Vinnie shouted. Hans turned his attention back to the porn shoot.
"Why the PASTOR -- Ms. Crumpos -- and CUSTODIAN of this SACRED cathedral do!" Shouted a woman. The two figures made their way down the aisle. One was Mr. Cumberland, wearing a shit eating grin on his face. The other was a tall lanky woman of about fifty wearing a habit and scanning the scene before her beneath wire-framed glasses. The duo arrived behind a carpentry station next to a pew which had been undergoing restoration.
"And who may I ask," she said, holding out a large glossy photo in front of her, "is in THIS picture?!”
Vinnie walked to the other side of the carpentry table and leaned over, looking at the picture. It had been the one that Mr. Cumberland had shown Nate earlier.
"That would be, uh, a sheep and a chicken and a snake...and" Vinnie said, looking over at Nate, "that guy there in the picture, that would be him.”
"Out! OUT! ALL OF YOU OUT!" Ms. Crumpos shouted.
Tiffany looked up out of her stupor at the picture that Ms. Crumpos held in her hand. A look of horror dawned on her face as she realized where the monster meat currently inside her had been before.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" She screeched, and immediately pulled away from the pew. A horrified Nate looked on, his muscular body still in the midst of a deep thrust. Tiffany quickly stood up and tottled over to the carpentry station. Ms. Crumpos looked upon the girl with pity.
"Poor girl, such a sweet girl. Violated by such a heinous man!" She said, turning to face the deeply embarassed muscleboy in front of her. She gave him a once over and tutted to herself gently. The child didn't have a scrap of fabric on him, and his enormous beer-can wide prick jutting out obscenely, strings of pre-cum oozing from the tip of the big mushroom head down the thick veiny shaft and onto the shiny round globes beneath. The heathen looked like a chiselled muscular statue! A statue of sodomy and obscenity!
"You need to be taught a very important lesson!" Ms. Crumpos said.
Hans, in the meanwhile, had quietly set himself up in a corner, filming the scene with delight. At the same time, Vinnie stood in shock, and finally spoke up to the angry woman.
"Now, now look here, you can't just come barging into this cathedral, start yelling all over the place, and think you can run the show!" He pleaded.
"Vincent, my dear boy, I am afraid this is all YOUR fault! I am a kind woman, though, and if you and your crew leave immediately, I will not press charges or go to the newspapers about this! But let me make it clear that I must punish this... this sodomite for his crimes against nature!" She bellowed.
Nate looked on sheepishly, his big cock still aching for release. He tugged at it absentmindedly. Ms. Crumpos struggled with a ruler that was caught under a hand held . She finally lifted the sander up and gave it to Tiffany, who was standing beside her.
"Hold this!" Ms. Crumpos said.
"But I--" Tiffany said.
"HOLD IT." She ordered, and placed the machine into the starlets dainty hands. With that out of the way, Ms. Crumpos grabbed the ruler, stuffed it into a pocket, and walked towards Nate.
"You are just a poor boy, aren't you, son?" She said, coming right up to the stud's muscular body, her 5'9 frame dwarfed by his.
"Y-yeah, I guess," Nate replied, releasing his big meat and letting it bounce into the nun's black dress, leaving a slimy trail of ooze on it.
"A boy like you needs to be taken care of properly!" Ms. Crumpos whispered, and grabbed Nate's huge dong with a vicelike grip.
"OW FUCK! BE CAREFUL WITH THAT!”
"I'll do what I please!" She said, and started to viciously beat off the pornboy in front of her. Nate moaned and began to involuntarily thrust his athletic hips into the motions of the wrinkled hand that was getting him off. The viagra still hadn't worn out, and he was still unsatisfied from the interrupted fucking earlier.
"FUUUCK KEEP GOING" He groaned, having never had as good of a jerkoff before. Ms. Crumpos kept a hard gaze on the pornstar in front of her, his muscular frame bucking into her motions.
"Disgusting! Pervert!" She hissed and continued to vigourously rub her hand around the big cock.
"Use... use both!" Nate moaned, and the nun complied, placing both her hands around the base of the giant dick and continuing to jerk off the slick, engorged member.
Vinnie stood in absoloute shock. He honestly couldn't believe that a nun was beating off one of BustNut studio's biggest bankable names.
"What the fuck." He whispered to himself. Mr. Cumberland stood next to him, an obvious hard on showing through his pants, and a huge grin still on his face. Hans continued to film from a short distance away, but began to edge in closer to the scene.
"I... I THINK I... I'M GOING TO CUM!" Nate whispered in a hoarse voice, his every muscle now concentrated on the incredibly pleasure coming from his big whacker. His big bullocks churned and his giant dick began to quiver violently. Ms. Crumpos turned her gaze downwards. The huge stud began bucking uncontrollably, and he threw his head back as a powerful orgasm racked his beautiful body.
"OHHH FUUUUCCKKK" He said, and a jet of cum shot out of his throbbing prick, spurting all over the nun's black dress.
"ENJOY IT WHILE IT LASTS YOU HEATHEN!" Ms. Crumpos yelled, and visciously brought her knee up into the stud's giant balls.
"HOLY SHIT!" Nate screamed, as his cock continued to pump cum. Ms. Crumpos visciously continued to knee the pendulous balls, making sure to grind her bony kneecap deep into the studs babymakers. Nate instantly crumpled over.
"You PERVERT! You disgusting DEMON!" She said, taking her hands off the huge cock and grabbing the ruler in her pocket. She brought it out and began to violently smack the swollen balls of the muscled porn stud.
"FUUCK LEAVE ME ALONE!" Nate cried, and fell backwards onto the floor, trying desperately to cover his big balls from the attack. They were just too big to fit into the cup of his hands, and invariably one would fall out, giving the sadistic nun a soft target to whack.
Watching from a distance away, Vinnie reminded himself to get absoloutely shitfaced when the whole affair was over with. Tiffany had a look of stunned horror on her face, and was still trying to come to terms with the belt sander in her hands, and not trying to break a nail.
"STOP IT!" She yelled, and tottled over to the nun and tortured porn star. Nate was still trying to protect himself from the whackings, but the nun had now started visciously slapping the big stud's member -- making sure to virtually flatten it under the hard ruler. By now the giant -- and still erect -- prick was a nasty shade of red, and sticky from the globs of cum still oozing out of the slit. Nate's huge balls weren't doing well either, the tanned and heavy orbs now swollen and bruised. Nate was close to passing out.
"That's enough, I think!" Ms. Crumpos said, and finally withdrew from the nude blonde muscleboy lying on the floor in front of her. "You take care of him," she said to Tiffany, as she turned away and walked back towards Mr. Cumberland. Nate lay on the floor whimpering, his muscles rendered useless from the abuse to his giant balls. Hans was bent over the stud, viewing the scene through the camera. Tiffany rushed to stand between Nate's muscular legs and look down at the damage.
"Good show, eh?" Mr. Cumberland said to Vinnie, who was feeling somewhat woozy.
"Show? SHOW!? One of my best porn stars won't be able to walk for weeks! Not to mention the lawsuits that crazy nun-bitch will bring against my company!" Vinnie said, exasperated.
"Oh, don't worry, it was only a show. Ms. Crumpos over there is an actress we brought in from Germany. Mr. VonStomp is quite famous for his female on male ballbusting films over there." Mr. Cumberland said.
"You -- you mean she ISN'T a nun? That this was a big setup?”
"That picture of Nate with the animals? Photoshop. Me? I'm just a big fan of Nate's... and Mr. VonStomp. I couldn't help myself when he asked to use the cathedral.”
"So, no one knows we used this place for a porn shoot still?" Vinnie said.
"Nope." Mr. Cumberland replied.
"Jesus christ!" Vinnie sighed with relief. He leaned against the carpentry table, and accidentally brushed against an electrical switch. That switch, unfortunately, turned on the belt sander in Tiffany Tightmuff's hands.
"Oh god!" She yelped, still standing above the splayed stud. The belt sander came alive in her hands and immediately caught her off balance. Twisting around with the machine in her hands, she got the cord wrapped around her naked thighs. Completely unsteady in her heels, she fell straight down ontop of the sander, with the bottom part of the machine landing straight ontop of Nate Steele's huge balls.
"OHHHH FUUUUCCCKKK!" Nate screamed. The industrial strength sander had no mercy as it shaved away at the giant balls squished beneath it. Nate's gigantic cock vibrated violently as his manhood was crushed beneath him. The vibrations caused another orgasmic spasm and more strings of cum shot out from the head of the big prick onto Nate's chiselled stomach and round pecs.
"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME! GET THE FUCK OFF!" Nate wailed. Tiffany struggled to move, but her huge breasts and cord-bound legs prevented her from getting off of the out-of-control sander.
Vinnie immediately ran over to the chaotic scene and tried to help Tiffany up. Nate, by this time, had passed out. The sander ground deeper into his crotch, flattening the once beautiful pair of stud-balls into oblivion on the stone floor -- at the same time, shredding the outer layer of skin and chewing through the giant nuts. Nate's big cock was no better off as the sander inched its way up the meaty shaft, chewing through the porn meat like a hungry dog devouring a big sausage. Two loud 'pops' signalled the end of Nate's days of professional fucking. As the big oozing head of Nate's meat was sanded down into a gory oblivion, Vinnie managed to roll Tiffany off the sander and grabbed the machine off the once proud and pendulous package of Nate Steele -- muscular blonde pornboy superstud. What Vinnie saw as a result of the mechanical monstrosity was stomach churning. Nates unconscious and perfectly chiselled body laid out in front of the director, his giant cock and lemon-sized balls now reduced to... a gigantic unrepairable mess of blood and bits of flesh.
"Fuck this sucks." Vinnie said to himself as he looked down at the ruined crotch of one of his biggest money-makers.
Days later, Vinnie sat in his marble office, nursing yet another 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 new pile onto his desk, beside the ones for Richard Dunn. Vinnie groaned.
"Nate Steele is undergoing reconstructive surgery at the moment... but from what the doctors say... he's basically going to have to become a woman if he wants to get any action in the future." She said, sighing.
"So he's out of comission?" Vinnie said, closing his eyes.
"Vin, hon, what do you think happens to a guys balls and cock when they've been sanded down into nothing?" She grimaced.
"Fine... fine, get the lawyers to deal with him. We've got enough money to pay his expenses anyways.”
"Not really," she said, "these medical bills are just the start of it. Turns out the church has found out about our, uh, presence there. They've launched a lawsuit. Not to mention the huge media controversy. And not to mention the German courts coming after us for the obscene content featured in Mr. VonStomps new 'Naughty Nuns get Revenge' tape. It just goes on and on, Vin, we could lose a lot of money on this. Already Tiffany Tightmuff and several other of our top girls and guys have left the company. You know what's going on.”
"Yeah... yeah I know. Maybe I should just appoint someone to look after the production side of things. Maybe I should do some talent scouting.”
"I'd suggest finding some guys to replace, uhm, the two ‘losses'"
"Yeah... yeah, OK, I'll get right on it." Vinnie said. "Just... leave me alone, will ya?”
"Sure, boss." She said, and quietly left the office.
Vinnie looked at the stack of files before him. He remembered back to the curse that Mama Yalara had placed on him. Could it really be coming true? What had she said -- that the living he makes from perverted loins will be his destruction or some shit? Who knows. It was just stupid voodoo jibber-jabber. Vinnie gulped down another mix of vodka and alka-seltzer. It was going to be a long week.
To be continued!
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