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The Dirtiest Porno Film Ever

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Brett and Brad Rhondo sauntered into the room totally naked. They were so comfortable with their nudity that they totally ignored the jaw-dropping looks of the cameramen, lighting guys, set and props crew, and the others on the film set. Brett and Brad Rhondo were porno film stars. They were more than stars, they were mega-star superheroes, but only to the small group of porn devotees who cherished genuinely disgusting underground illegal sex films. So while they were fucking rich, their fame as such was limited to a select group of exclusive viewers. It took lots of money to buy a Brett and Brad Rhondo film. More money than most of us earns in a year.


Obviously, Brett and Brad were not skilled actors as such. Their skill might best be summed up as "raw talent." They were fucking hot in the looks department. Brad was one year younger than his twenty-three-year-old brother. Both were very handsome in a kind of dumb, jock, truck driver, stud kind of way. Although their eyes were sparkling, there was nothing sensitive in their looks. Their ears were actually kind of large, and they had broad yet handsome noses. Both had dark hair, full eyebrows and tended easily toward five o'clock shadow. They were both muscle boys who worked out daily. Their abs were tight as shit and their pecs well shaped. Spurts of black pit hair poked out from underneath sculpted arms and shoulders. They had strong legs like tree trunks and solid, firm ass slabs with deep, moist cracks. But that was only partly why they were in the porn business. They each also sported a ten-inch, bottle thick hunk of fuckmeat that throbbed over nuts the size of ping-pong balls which hung in loose low sacks. The dicks themselves were circumcised with Brett's cockhead a bit larger than his brother's was. Both had deep piss slits. The pricks hung over six inches flaccid filling the boys' pants to bursting.


The boys had barely gotten through high school. They lived for one thing only, FUCKING. Sex was on their minds morning, noon and night. When their huge balls were finally drained for the day, their smallish minds might turn to sports, or gambling or drinking, or stupid video games, nothing too challenging mind you. But soon, both boys once again needed to drain their fat, needy dicks. Now on naked feet, they padded over toward the director of the new film with their dicks swinging with each step.


"Ah, our stars have arrived. How are you, boys?"


Dean Frank, the film’s director, was a curly-headed, young dude of twenty-seven. He held out one hand and gripped each of the Rhondo brothers' paws. He had to admire these boys since they had made some of the filthiest porn movies in the business — specialty films commissioned by wealthy clients who wanted ultimate perversion. Dean let his eyes wander down to the boys’ swinging cocks and balls. They were not shy about it as it was their star quality after all. Brett spread his legs just a bit, so his fuckmeat hung heavier between, draping over his huge shaved nuts.


"Looks like you boys are ready to go, huh?"


Brad smiled.

"I ain't fucked since yesterday morning, and I am about ready to explode."

 

Brett playfully gut punched his brother.

 

"If Brad doesn't blow his nuts four or five times a day, he goes nuts. You can hardly get along with him or nothing."

 

Brad reached over and cupped his brother's colossal fucksack.

 

"You’re the same way, bro and don't deny it. A dude can't even talk to you until you have blown your first wad in the morning."

 

Dean grinned.

 

"You guys are sure something."

 

He would have given his right arm to get into bed with either or both brothers, but there was little chance. They had to save their fuck slop for the movies. In fact, he had no idea what kind of sex they preferred in their private lives. It had never occurred to him, or if it had, there would be no answer forthcoming.

 

"Does either of you boys need a fluffer?" At the side of the room, a sixteen-year-old boy stood almost drooling looking at the enormous dicks. Next to him stood a fourteen-year-old girl with the same cock hungry countenance.

 

"Do I look like I need a fluffer?"

 

Brett put his large hands on his slender hips and looked down at his dick. Before their eyes, the prick filled with blood and at once began to slant outward, thickening and growing longer. The teenage boy fluffer moaned with frustration, his own hard-on showing down the leg of his trousers.

 

"Well, just in case, Debbie and Alan are here to help. You just give a shout out if you need your balls licked or your asshole sucked or your prick heads cleaned or something."

 

The brothers looked at each other and smiled a kind of shy, hometown smile. They were devilishly handsome in that rough backstreet way.

 

"Let's get this fuck show on the road," Brad said, scratching one firm, smooth ass cheek. "What do we do in this one?"

 

Dean pointed toward the set which was done up to resemble a basement. On a steel table in the middle of the well-lighted area surrounded by cameras was the naked body of a petrified, little boy.

 

"Here is your co-star, young Timmy Lawson. That is not his real last name, but it will do for the credits. Obviously, this is Timmy's very first film. We have shackled him to the table to help him control his nerves. He pissed himself a few minutes ago in fright. I do wish we could have caught that on film."

 

Brett looked in the direction of the little boy on the table, scratched his head, and squinted some.

 

“He looks awfully young. How old is he?"

 

Dean smiled again.

 

“Why are you suddenly developing morals? You fucked a little girl that young just a few weeks ago."

 

Brett, who was the business mind of the two brothers, snapped his head toward Dean. His eyes flashed. His large, firm pecs tensed and his dick wobbled. He took shit from nobody.

 

"No, you fucker, I am not suddenly developing morals. I don’t give a shit about that. I am just worried how we are supposed to do a decent fuck film when our huge cocks are going to bust that little boy ass to smithereens the very minute we try to fuck it! You guys demand impossible stuff from us. Do you know how much it hurts our dicks to have to fuck them into an asshole that young? It's not even fucking enjoyable. And then you have to worry how deep you fuck, so you don't kill the kid. Jesus."

 

"It's what the client wants. He picked this boy especially. Look at the boy. He's beautiful. That soft, silky hair. That innocent, sweet, young face. Can't you just feel your big dicks slamming into his pretty, little mouth? Look at those cocksucker's lips. Tell me that won't be fun."

 

"It'll be fun," Brad chuckled, smiling his boy next door smile, "but it will feel like shit getting up into his tiny ass."

 

Dean put one hand on Brett's naked shoulder. The skin was like silk.

 

"Take as much time as you want to open him up. That's what the client wants. Use your finger to start with, and then more fingers until you got him really stretched. Take a whole fucking hour if you like. It will be really great if you each could get two or three fingers up the kid's tiny asshole and then spread it in opposite directions. Spread that little cuntlet wide open."

 

Brett looked down at the floor and curled his toes.

 

"It's just that we got feelings too, you know. We're not just some dumb, donkey-dicked animals!"

 

Dean allowed his hand to travel down Brett's back to the curve of his magnificent ass.

 

"Of course, you do. I know that. I know some of the things we ask you to do are not totally sexually satisfying for you. I know you'd rather fuck an ass or a cunt, let's say a thirteen or fourteen-year-old, that you could sink all the way into and enjoy. But let's face facts here, this is what the client wants, and you are getting twenty thousand dollars each for two hours work, right?"

 

The brothers looked at each other. Then they smiled.

 

"Right!" They agreed in unison.

 

The little boy on the table was straining at his shackles. His pale, naked body was smooth and entirely hairless. His tiny ass rose up off the table as he arched his back, making his tiny pricklet point toward the ceiling.

 

"Now the scenario is this. You have kidnapped the kid. We shot some good moments of him in his little school uniform and shorts before we took him. We used stand-ins for you two. We need to save you for the important scenes."

 

Dean laughed a very fake laugh and allowed one hand to brush the very head of Brad's thick, pink dickhead.

 

“So, we pick up the action as you are about to have fun with him for the first time. We have already done close-ups of his naked body, showing his tight, little, virginal, pink asshole; his baby pecker and balls; and his smooth, young body and innocent, scared-as-shit face.

 

"So, here's what you do. You enter the scene, walk around a bit so we can see your magnificent bodies, asses, and junk. Stretch and show off your muscles. Then you go to the boy and gently touch him. Use nice soft voices and tell him that you are going to fuck him in the face and the ass and that if he is a really good boy you will not kill him. Tell him he has to co-operate and help you to have fun. Stroke his hair and play with his nipples and his little dick. Tell him what a beautiful little dick he has. Then turn his little head so he can see your huge cocks. Now, you guys take turns kissing him. Teach him how to kiss passionately and how to swap spit. If he resists, use the Tasers to give him a little shock or two. The client wants you to spend about fifteen minutes tongue kissing the boy and licking his face and ears."

 

"Kissing some little shit doesn’t do much for me," Brad said scratching his nuts again.

 

"Well, it's not for you. It's for the audience. Lots of men who will see this film like to see little boy's faces covered in spit from kisses. Then hold your heads over the kid's face and let your spit drop down onto his face, cover his eyes, nose, and mouth in spit, really gob on him. Maybe have a kind of spitting contest to see who can land the largest gob on his cute little face. We'll get plenty of close-ups. Kiss each other too if you will. Our viewers love to see you two boys snogging each other like there was no tomorrow."

 

The boys grinned, and Brett leaned in and gave his baby brother a big wet kiss on the mouth. Brad's fingers went up to his older brother’s fat, pink nipples and tugged on them.

 

"Hey, hey, hey, save it for the camera, boys!" Dean said laughing, his own prick rock hard.

 

"Then one of you boys squat up over the kid's face and introduce him to Mr. Dick! Make the boy lick your cockhead and pisshole. Make him lick your nuts and ... well you know, if the boy doesn't lick enthusiastically enough give him a shock or two with the Taser. In fact, make sure he doesn't do a good enough job just so you can shock him. The other brother can do that job, zapping the boy on the soles of his little, naked feet, or on his tiny ball sack or his pricklet. Get the boy licking like a fucking animal until your dick is standing at its full ten inches. Then stand up over the boy's head and show him how huge your dick is. Tell him it is going to fuck balls deep up his little ass and down his throat. Talk as dirty as you can. Call the kid Asswipe and every fucking name in the book. Get him crying really well. Now, the other brother gets his chance. I want him to spread his muscular ass cheeks and sit on the little boy's face. Make sure we get nice close-ups of your asshole lowering itself right on the kid's nose and mouth. Make little Timmy lick and suck your asshole. The other brother put the tip of the Taser right at Timmy's asshole in case he doesn't do a good job. Push the Taser tip right into his little, pink pucker.

 

"Then after a good ass suck. I want both you boys to fuck his little face. Make him go from big dick to big dick. Make him lick up all your pre-fuck slop. Rub your piss holes all over his face and cover that little kisser with goo. Then we want to see some deep throating. Make him take your dicks right down his fucking gullet! Make sure we can see your fuckers in his neck."

 

Brad laughed and nudged his brother. He loved to see the outline of his huge dick in the neck of some kid he was throat fucking.

 

"After you have been fucking his face for about fifteen minutes, cutting off his air until he almost fucking chokes and really working his little mouth until it is numb, then leave him crying and move on down to his asshole. Uncuff and lift his little legs and make him hold them against his chest while you begin to finger his fuckhole. Like I said, stretch the shit out of that little fucker. Let's really hear him howl in agony. That's what the client wants. Work that hole until it is nice and loose and juicy. And then take turns fucking the shit out of him. Let me see those huge dicks totally slamming into him. If he blacks out, slap his face with your hard cocks until he wakes up. We want him fucked balls deep for half an hour one after the other...tag team fucking! We've got a doctor on the set, but we'd rather not stop filming. Then spit roast him fucking his mouth and cunt! Trade places a lot, so your shitty cocks go into his little, sewer mouth. Shoot your first loads on his face and up his ass. Scoop the cum out of his raped ass and feed it to him.

 

"Then for a breather, take a belt to his ass and nuts! Slam those belts down on him hard. We want to see big red welts. Then one of you, It doesn’t matter which one, will stand up over his head with your feet on either side of his ears, and take a nice long heavy piss right onto his face. Now the other brother takes a piss into a tall glass and then holds his head up and makes him drink the entire glass of piss.

 

Brad grinned. "This should be fun, Bro!" he beamed.

 

"Next you guys get out some long, thick stick pins and make the little shit into a living pincushion. Don't forget his tongue and eyelids and ears and toes and every other fun place. Also, shove a steel skewer up his little pisshole. That's just to keep him alert.”

 

"We might need a break, man," Brett interrupted. His dick was half-hard and some fluid hung in strings from his wide pisshole. It was fucking awesome.

 

"We can cut for a break and revive the kid with some smelling salts. Now we want you to try to double dick the little cunt in his asshole. That's right. We'd like you to try to get both your dicks up his fucked asshole at the same time. We don't know if it will work but try it anyway. A little brotherly double fuck up the little boy's stretched out cunt. After you fuck him and are ready to shoot again, move on up to his face and shoot up his nostrils and into his eyes and mouth. Clog the little bitch with cum.

 

“Now one of you has to climb up over his face and squat and take a shit in his mouth. The other brother holds the cunt's mouth open, so he has to chew and swallow the turds. We want to get some good shots of this. I hope you've got some good shit logs ready. If one of you hasn't got good enough turds, you can change places."

 

By now both brothers had throbbing rock hard ten-inch hard-ons. They were amazing dicks. Wrist thick stalks with veins running up and down and huge, plum-sized dickheads. They loved really disgusting dirty sex. They loved to humiliate and degrade both boys and girls — anything to promote their own control and power.

 

"You boys are going to want to shower after all that shit play, so we’ll film you showering together and playing with each other a bit under the water, okay? Then you can hose down the boy with ice water and clean him up good, only to dirty him again. For a slight rest, you boys can blow your noses into his mouth and make him swallow your snot and buggers. Keep telling him what a good boy he is, and that it will all be over soon if he is really good. Now you unshackle him and make him crawl around the room like an animal. Make him lick your feet. It's lunchtime for Timmy, so open a can of dog food, making sure to show the camera. Put it in a doggie bowl and piss on it. Then make Timmy eat it all. A lot of our clients love to see young boys crawling around like that with their little asses up in the air on all fours and eating out of dog dishes. Have him kneel up and slap his face with your cocks for a while just for fun.

 

"And then you bring in the dogs!"

 

Brett laughed out loud. "I WAS FUCKING WONDERING WHEN YOU WOULD GET TO THE DOGS!"

 

Dean had to laugh as well.

 

"You know that's a favorite. Today we've got two amazingly well hung great Danes. They are fully trained. Their trainer will be with them, but he will stay off camera.

 

“Now, first you let the dogs get friendly with Timmy. Warn the little cunt that if he is not good, the dogs will bite him and eat him. He will be scared shitless. Then you tell Timmy to lick the dogs' balls and suck their doggie dicks! Wait until you see those huge, ugly pink and black fuckers. They are gross.

 

“Make sure Timmy does a good job sucking them. He's so small that the dogs will be larger than he is. It will be so cute. When the dog dicks are hard and leaking, the trainer will help you line them up so they can fuck Timmy in the ass and the mouth at the same time. Make sure the dog dick knot gets all the way into his fuckholes.

 

“After the dogs cum and unhook, scoop up the spilled dog sperm and make him lick it all up like a good little bitch. He will be pretty fucked up by now. But, we are not quite finished. Make him crawl over and suck on the dogs' assholes. We’re hoping the dogs will shit in his mouth. If the dogs shit on the floor, make him eat it all up.

 

“After the dogs go away, drag Timmy into the shower to clean him. I want you to fuck him once more in the shower, then shove the hose in the shower up his ass and fill him with water until his little tummy is bloated as if he is nine months pregnant. Drag him from the shower that way, all bloated like a pregnant bitch, and make him do exercises, telling him that if he loses even a drop, you will bring the dogs back. Make him squat, shit out the water into a bowl, and then drink it. Next, you throw some thumbtacks onto the floor, a whole shit load, and make him roll around on them.

 

“Now what I want you guys to do is stick your fingers down your own throats until you puke and then have Timmy lick up all your puke. He will be pretty well in shock by now so go to work on him with Tasers. See what kind of response you can get out of the fucking dirty, rotten, little shit.

 

“Now, you will notice we have a rat over there in a cage. I want you to shove the rat up his asshole. It's got a leash on it, so after you got little Timmy flopping around real good with the rat biting his insides, pull the rat out, and then cut the head off the rat and make Timmy eat the rat raw! That should pretty much do it. I don't know how much he'll have left to give, but if he is still sane and conscious when you guys are through, I will bring in five well-hung Negroes to fuck him."

 

Brett stiffened a bit. “I don't know if I like the niggers. After all, we are the stars of the movie! It doesn't say anything in our contracts about other dudes of any color fucking the victim after we finish. It's anti-climactic."

 

Dean backed down at once. "You boys are my stars. I thought you would be pretty tired out and maybe we can get a bit more mileage out of the fuckhole."

 

Brad offered his suggestion.

 

"What about just having us fist fuck the little cunt instead? Our hands and arms are as large as any black cock! We could even try to get two hands up him at once. Or even one of our feet! Let us finish the film!"

 

Dean considered for only a moment.

 

"All right, you got it. Well, what say you fellas go over and meet little Timmy and let's get going.

 

“SHOWTIME!"