Ruining a Muscled Porn Star - Original Version

Here is the original version of last week's story...

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Ruining a Muscled Porn Star

By: Hotyoungthing 

A muscled dumb porn star gets trashed and lets a client ruin his package. He's so wasted he enjoys it. God knows how he'll feel tomorrow when the drugs wear off. 

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Well I’m pretty fucked now. My cock and balls are really ruined. There is no chance in hell they will ever be used for much again. I doubt they are worth the meat they’re made of. And right at this moment - I don’t care. Although god knows how I’ll feel tomorrow when the drugs wear off. So how did I come to be in this situation? I’ll explain. 

I started at 21 as male model. Gorgeous, muscular, chiselled, dumb and arrogant. I was a cocky little shit and from the start my clients would get frustrated with me. I was as hot as hell, but usually would run late for photo shoots. Miss them entirely or show up high on the latest party drug. Usually I was in underwear shoots or the latest jeans with no shirt. Showing off my huge muscled chest and enormous package. Because of my bad attitude my modelling jobs started to dry up. I had expensive habits and I needed work so my agent invited me to do some gay porn. 

Now I’m not gay, but I’m always fucking horny and pretty much love sticking my huge cock into anything warm. Plus I really enjoyed being on film. I only ever top, never bottom. I’m too much of a man for that. On a lot of the porn sets I’d request mirrors be placed around. Nothing got me harder then seeing my own hot body fucking like an muscled tanned animal. High on drugs I became a sex god. Everything else would float away until it was just my cock and my muscles grinding away in an orgy of pleasure. I enjoyed the porn more then the modelling. But eventually even those gigs started getting harder to get. My agent kept complaining that I looked too wasted. Sure I could fuck for hours and the cameras loved me. But it was still a job and I needed to be on time. 

Then one porn director wouldn’t let me on the set one time. He fired my dumb arse for being late and drugged up. I was pissed off and tired as hell and so I went outside and was sitting in the car park having a smoke. Feeling very pissed off. Mostly because I’d expected to spend the day fucking for the cameras and now I was all horny and high with nothing to do. When one of the security guys comes over. His name was Bubba and he was huge. Bubba had always been a good mate of mine. If I was late to a shoot he would usually give me a wink and tell me where the director was so I could stay out of his way. Now Bubba comes up and he knows I’ve just been sacked. He knows my hot arse is probably a little short of cash right now and he makes me an offer. 

Bubba has been involved in the gay porn industry for years he knows a lot of wealthy guys around this town. Now I’ve been asked to whore before. I’ve even let guys or girls give me head for a buck or two. But the money is not that great. But what Bubba has in mind is something different. There are some kinky men out there with a lot of money. Guys who have a thing for tying hot guys up and causing a bit of pain. Now a porn star like me has a lot of fans and the money would be great. Bubba’s offer is this. He finds the clients, I take the job and he hangs around to make sure I’m safe. My own personal pimp and bodyguard. Now I’m a curious and horny as hell so when he offers to take me for a ride I jump in. 

That’s how our business started. Now my bad attitude and drug habits might have made me unpopular as a model or a porn star, but for those jobs it didn’t matter. The more drugs I’m on the more pain I can take. Most of my jobs involve me getting strapped down somewhere. Usually upright to a wooden cross, sometimes a medical examination table. Whatever the client wants. From there the client pretty much does whatever they like to my big muscled body and my huge fucking cock. Bubba always hangs nearby and watches. He takes care of me. 

I have a safety signal for Bubba. A signal I do with my hands to ask him to step in. If the pain gets too much or they start doing something that might damage my meat a little too permanently. But mostly I find I don’t need it. I don’t need it because I’m so fucking out of it I can’t feel anything anyway. Bubba watches and if the client starts to get a bit rough he steps in. Usually before I’ve even noticed. Like this week a client was smoking and he started to move the cigarette towards my fat mushroom cock head. The arsehole was going to stab that cigarette right out into my meat. Before I even felt any warmth Bubba was there holding the arsehole by the wrist. He just shook his head and took the cigarette away. I didn’t mind giving him the 65% split. Without him I’d have no work at all anyway. 

So this day I’m on my knees with my hands tied tight behind my back. So tight my muscled tanned chest is pulled tight and my pecs are sticking out. My hips jut out and my big fat cock is bobbing around. Rock hard veiny and proud. Daring my client to ruin it. He has a cable tie tight around my package. One of those plastic straps that pull tight but have to be cut off. We allow the clients to use them so long as they don’t pull them too tight to be difficult to cut off later. I was pretty damn high. My handsome face was rolling around and my eyes were half closed. Man I felt good. I was on cloud nine. 

Suddenly through the fog I hear a loud bang. It seems to echo around my head. It confuses me. I half open my eyes and try to look around. Something is different. Something is wrong. Bubba is lying on his back. A pool of blood is spreading around him. The client, an older gentleman wearing a white apron with shoulder length black rubber gloves is standing near Bubba. He is holding a gun. In my head somewhere I know that the gun and Bubba lying on the floor is somehow related. I can sense a connection between the two. But I don’t know what it is. I don’t really care. I just feel safe to see Bubba still there. Good old Bubba will take care of me. I don’t seem to notice that he is lying on his back in a pool of blood. I smile at Bubba and at the client in the apron. I smile and let my eyes close. Man I feel great. 

The client notices my smile and is relieved. He was concerned I hadn’t had enough drugs. He grabs a bag of powder and brings it over to my face. I slowly shake my head. Even this high I know I’ve had enough. Fuck those drugs are strong. God knows what they are. The client takes a leather ball gag out and straps it firmly around my head. He shoves the black ball between my perfect white teeth. My handsome jaw is forced open to fit the large gag in. He then tightens the straps behind my head. I’m forced to breath heavily through my nose. He takes the bag of powder and jams it under my nose. I try weakly to turn my head away but he holds me steady and I breath the powder in deeply. Once I start I want more and I press my nose into the bag. Snorting as much as I can. He must have mixed some great stuff into that bag, including fuck loads of crushed viagra. Because soon I was reeling with lusty pleasure. 

My entire body tingles. My muscles are getting stiff and sore from having my hands tied behind my back. But it feels like heaven to me. Every ache feels like tingles of pleasure dancing across my skin. The client grabs a screwdriver. Its a big rusty Phillips head. He rubs it with oil. Lubing it up. Then he grabs my big cock with his rubber gloved hand. My skin is so sensitive I almost gasp when he grabs my cock. His grip is firm and feels fantastic. Instinctively I start to rock my hips. Grinding my meat into his fist. It feels awesome. He takes the screwdriver and places the tip of it into eye of my cock. I stop grinding my hips in fascination. Watching amazed at the metal pointing into the depths of my cock. Firmly and slowly he drives the screwdriver into my meat. I feel every inch of it thousands of sensitive nerves feel the cold metal stretching into my hot meat. Soon it is right up to the handle. The handle of the screwdriver is pressed against the end of my purple silky mushroom head. The client looks into my blue eyes and I try to smile around my gag. Slowly I start to fuck his hand again. The rusty metal feels great sliding around inside my meat. I fuck faster and faster. The metal is probably tearing the insides of my cock apart. But I can’t feel a thing. I love it. 

The client lets go of my cock and frustrated I stop my humping motion. The big screwdriver handle bobs rudely from the end of my fat cock. The client removes it slowly. It slides out bringing with it a sticky trail of cum that dangles from the tip. There is fine streaks of blood along its shaft. Yeah I think it really was tearing me up. The client reaches down and tightens the cable tie. He pulls it so fucking tight it completely strangles my package. My cock and balls look a little dark now. 

I’m so fucking horny. I am aching to be touched now. The client pours some oil on the floor. “You wanna fuck something? You dumb fucking horny shit? You can fuck the damn floor.” He says to me. Grabbing me by my tied arms he swings me face down on the floor. My arms are still tied behind my back My cock and stomach is pressed into the oily floor. WOW! it feels great. Slowly I slide my cock back and forth against the rough oily concrete. Grinding my hips into the floor. I could do this for hours. In my ecstasy I don’t pay attention to the client. He is doing something to the floor next to me. I don’t care. I’m making love to the concrete. 

He is arranging a circle of thumbtacks. He has emptied a jar of thumbtacks onto the floor and is making sure they are all needle side up. Next he takes some more oil and pours it all over the pool of thumbtacks. He grabs me by my bound arms and lifts me off the floor back onto my knees. I moan in disappointment and hump the empty air. Cock snot dribbles from the end of my meat. I’m so fucking horny I long to shoot my load. He turns me slightly so I’m facing the area of thumbtacks. “You wanna fuck that huh? You wanna grind your meat into something?” He asks. I nod my dumb head. I don’t care. I just wanna cum. I start humping the air again. My whole body was built to fuck and it’s all I want to do right now. He unties my hands then he lets me go. I move fluidly into the push-up position. Push-ups - I’ve fucked so many hunks and bitches in this position. Its my nature. Above the thumbtacks now I lower myself down. Most of the tacks are beneath my cock and balls. But there are some beneath my big muscled thighs and more around my six-pack stomach and huge bulging tanned pecs. 

It feels exquisite as the thumbtacks slide into my body. Dozens stab straight into my cock and balls. In seconds I’m lying flat on my stomach. Tacks are stuck into my meat and my muscles. Its not enough. I grind my cock into the oily concrete floor. Driving those tacks as deep into me as possible. My nerves in my cock and balls are screaming but my drug fucked brain feels nothing but pleasure. I fuck the floor and the tacks. I grind and fuck. It’s fantastic. 

But soon the client is holding me by the leather gag at the back of my head. He pulls me roughly off the floor and back onto my knees. I look down and see my shiny wet muscled body. The oil glimmers on my muscles. The shiny golden tack heads cover my abdomen, big cock and balls. The top side of my cock has no tacks in it. I can’t see the many tacks stuck beneath it and on the sides. My big pecs have a few tacks stuck in them. One tack is stuck right into my left nipple. In my drug haze I think it looks like scales. I think maybe I’m turning into a fish or something. 

I move my hand to start jerking off but my client knocks it away. “No. Not yet.” He takes another jar. This jar is filled with broken glass. I don’t know this but to make this glass he filled a blender with water and broken glass and blended the mixture for 10 minutes. Then he strained the water away. This left him with a jar full of fine splinters of glass. Some as small as sand, some pieces the size of fingernail clippings. All razor sharp and sparkling. The glass is dry now but my cock and body is glistening with oil. 

He starts to sprinkle the glass over my package. He sprinkles it over my chest and over my big thighs. He is very generous with his broken glass. Once the jar is empty he says, “Go on you dumb jock. You’re so fucking horny? Jerk that meat.” 

I take my right hand and wrap it around the base of my fat purple hard cock. My hand rubs against the smooth tack heads and the broken glass. I can’t feel much. My cock is so big that the top half is sticking out of my fist. I take my left hand and grip the top half. My firm grip mashes the tacks and glass into my perfect hard cock head. The oil feels nice I think. I start to jerk off. I tighten my grip. My hands too are being cut. I jerk off for what feels like ages. It’s so good. I want to cum but in some part of my mind I’m holding back. I think I’m in a porno. I’m wanting for the director to tell me it’s time for the cum shot. In the haze I jerk off hard and slow. 

Now the client has brought out a big bbq. Its all fired up and the hot plate is smoking. He pores oil all over the top. Then he grabs my hands roughly off my cock. He pulls them back behind my back and binds them again. I’m disappointed. If I didn’t have a gag I’d complain. He leads me towards the bbq. “Fuck that!” He hisses in my ear. He has a tone of disgust. I swagger over to the bbq. The oily surface looks hot and inviting. My mind is blank. My only thought is “Fuck that!”. An order I’m so used to following. 

I stand on my toes and lean over the bbq. Suddenly I’m fucking it. The metal tacks in the underside of my cock and balls stop my meat from sticking to the hot oily surface. I can hear hissing as my meat cooks. I keep fucking and rocking my hips into the bbq as my cock and balls cook. 

Well I’m pretty fucked now. My cock and balls are really ruined. There is no chance in hell they will ever be used for much again. I doubt they are worth the meat they’re made of. I fuck the bbq and fuck it hard. The client is filming me. He is filming my firm muscled arse flexing and straining. He is filming my muscled back straining and covered in sweat. He is filming my face with the ball gag and the drugged out expression. He films my cock cooking on the bbq. I feel like a porn star again. 

I don’t know this but in hours my final porn video will be on the net. Hundreds of guys all over the world will be downloading copies of my final porn. As, drug fucked, I ruin my own meat. 

I shoot my last load of cum all over the bbq. Its awesome. I love it. My entire body shudders with pleasure. My meat is fully cooked now. Exhausted I lie down on the floor. My big sweaty tanned body panting and spent. The client leaves the camera filming and sits next to me. My meat is grey, steaming and swollen. Still rock hard because of the cable tie and the cooking. Using a fork he removes the tacks. He wants to eat it. It looks like a big fat steaming sausage, but he can’t because its filled with broken glass. It’s a waste he thinks. 

In a exhausted daze I watch while he cuts my entire package off with a large knife. He cuts it above the cable tie. I don’t bleed much because I’ve pretty badly cooked my entire groin, thighs and lower abdomen. He takes my package and drops it into a glass jar filled with liquid. In a daze I see my cooked cock and balls floating in the jar. They look enormous and meaty. 

“Look I’m fucking a jar” - I laugh silently to myself. My young perfect meat leaves with the client out the front door. I’ll never see my cock or balls again. And right at this moment - I don’t care. Although god knows how I’ll feel tomorrow when the drugs wear off.