Porno Flick

Michelle had just left town for a three-day weekend business trip when the phone rang. Just as I expected, Matt’s voice was on the other end of the line.

"Yeah, Matt. I just dropped Michelle off at the airport a couple of hours ago."

"Tonight; Al’s coming too?"

"Nothin’ to do this weekend anyway."

"Red Snapper sports bar, down on the pier? Wet tee-shirt contest? Game on the big screen? Sounds like fun to me. Count me in!"

I drove over to Matt’s place then we left together and picked up Al. It was about six o’clock when we got to the Red Snapper. Al and Matt are a couple of guys I work with. They’re still bachelors, but Michelle and I got hitched about a year earlier. Michelle is a sales rep for a fashion wholesaler and makes a lot of out-of-town business trips. I usually try to get together with Al and Matt and go out for a night on the town when this happens. Kind of like old times.

It was a typical fun-filled Saturday night at the Red Snapper. We drank, shot pool, and watched the basketball game on the big screen TV. The game was over about ten o’clock then they began the wet tee-shirt contest.

We were getting pretty drunk and Al tried to pick up one of the girls in the contest. Trouble was, she was with some big burly guy at the next table. We almost got into a fight and decided we’d better leave.

"Say, Eddie," Matt said, turning to me as we went out the door. "You and Al gotta see this new tape I got."

"Another porno flick?" I asked.

"Yep," Matt answered, snickering. "But I’ll guarantee you ain’t never seen anything like this one!"

Matt drove us back to his place where he took a video tape off the shelf and popped it into his VHS player.

"Now this ain’t no commercial tape," Matt said. "It’s all homemade; everything’s real. No camera tricks or special effects. I bought it off of Joey at work."

We all knew about Joey. He could get you about anything you wanted. We also knew Joey supplied the boss’s habit so the boss protected him.

"Wait a minute," Matt," I said apprehensively. "This isn’t some underage shit or anything like that, is it?"

Matt laughed. "Nah, nothing like that! But it’s big time weird though. I’ll bet you ain’t never seen nothin’ like it."

When the tape started playing I could tell it was home video. They obviously didn’t even use a tripod for the camera. The picture wasn’t half bad, but the sound reminded me of canned lecture notes in college. Instead of the usual shopping-mall music in the sound track there was only the room stereo in the background, picked up by the cheap camcorder mic. This was a real homemade job.

The scene opened in the living room of a typical suburban home. Not ritzy, but not a dump either. There were several beautiful women in sexy lingerie and a few men in Speedo-type nylon underwear. Most of the men’s packages appeared to be more than ample.

It quickly became apparent that some guy named Herb was going to be the star of the little film. He was featured along with a leggy brunette named Kim and a buxom blonde named Nina. The two women laid Herb down on a bed (that looked like a fold-out sofa) and pulled off his briefs. I was surprised to see that Herb was not terribly well endowed. Usually, the guys in porno flicks are hung like donkeys. Herb’s cock appeared no larger than my own modest member.

Then came the surprise. Kim took a pair of scissors and began clipping off Herb’s thick black pubic hair. He just lay there smiling, hard as a rock. The other party guests stood around in the background smiling and watching as they playfully chatted, sipped drinks, and petted and fondled each other.

As soon as Kim had Herb cropped close, she took a wet steaming wash cloth, soaked his crotch, then lathered him up with shaving cream. Nina, using a straight razor, proceeded to shave the rest of Herb’s pubic area until he was completely slick. I had seen porno films where women got shaved, but this was the first one where I watched a man get shaved! I was getting quite a boner watching this and thinking about what it would be like if it were happening to me.

Kim and Nina both slipped out of their lingerie panties. Nina straddled Herb’s eager face while Kim slid herself onto his modest member. Watching Kim’s thick dark bush pound rhythmically against Herb’s denuded crotch caused a strange feeling to rise in my gut. Herb seemed so helpless and dependent while Kim seemed so whole and intact. It was as though she was bestowing some undeserved gift upon him.

Finally, Herb’s body began to jerk and quiver. Nina pulled his face even tighter into her crotch and locked his head between her thighs. Kim spread her legs, practically doing the splits on Herb’s crotch, taking him into her as deeply as possible. I felt precum soaking my briefs and Herb’s excited, frantic whimpers made a chill run up my spine. Even through the cheap camcorder sound system Herb’s whimpers had an erotic, but haunting, quality to them. It was obvious he was putting his very soul into it.

Unlike most commercial porno flicks, Herb didn’t withdraw to show the camera his white spurting semen. Kim held him inside her until he was totally spent. But there was no doubt in my mind that this man on the screen had just had a devastating orgasm. No "proof" was needed!

There was a break in the scene then we got to see Herb having sex, one after another, with six more of the beautiful women at the party. In four of the scenes he was choking on a mouthful of titty as he came. In the other two scenes a second woman straddled his face like Nina did in the first scene. I don’t think I had ever seen a man enjoy sex so much nor had I ever seen a group of women so playful and eager to please him. Nothing in this tape seemed contrived or choreographed. It had a ring of authenticity throughout. One thing struck me as odd, however. In each scene the woman was always on top and Herb was always flat of his back.

Finally, Kim announced it was time and she and Nina led Herb down the hallway. The jerky, hand-held camera followed after them. They entered a large, sparsely appointed bedroom where the bed was covered with only a white sheet and a single pillow. Once Herb was on the bed, Kim and Nina immediately began securing his hands and feet to the corners of the bed with nylon straps. With a little assistance from some of the other onlookers they passed a wide nylon strap beneath the bed and across his hips, just above his penis. I had seen straps like that used to secure boats to trailers.

"So, this is a bondage flick," I mumbled, mostly thinking aloud.

"Now it starts getting good," Matt chuckled.

I expected to see them bring out whips, paddles, nipple clamps, etc., and maybe see a little CBT. But Nina tore the sterile paper wrapper off a small plastic pipette which I suddenly realized was a catheter like they used in hospitals. Nina immediately began inserting it into Herb’s meatus. The camera alternated between close-ups of the procedure and Herb’s face. Herb’s recent sexual activity provided excellent lubrication for the insertion. Herb gasped with surrender as Nina slid the tube deep into his bladder and pumped the little bulb that would hold it in place. His expression conveyed a strange combination of acceptance and anxiety.

Then the camera panned - jerked - to Kim who was holding what looked like a giant pair of snap ring pliers with four prongs. She rolled a fat little green rubber donut over the prongs, squeezed the handles, and stretched it into a big square. Then I remembered seeing pictures of these things before. They used them to castrate livestock! But it quickly became apparent that Herb’s testicles were not the target of this wicked castrating device.

Kim positioned the band over the catheter and over Herb’s penis. Getting as close to the base as possible. Then tripping a little lever, she let the band snap around the base of his penis. Herb emitted a noise that was between a moan and a pitiful whimper. His penis turned dark red almost immediately. The camera jerked to his face and you could see tears running down his cheeks. Nina was drying them with tissue paper. Spectators in the background were looking on in glassy-eyed fascination.

I had heard about people playing with these things in BDSM scenes. It was a little risky, I thought. There was always the chance you could leave a band on too long and then the sub would be in trouble. I was never a big BDSM fan, but I had to admit this little tape was turning me on.

The tape went blank momentarily and then the picture returned. A large black strip with white all-caps at the bottom of the screen read, "3 HOURS LATER"

Herbs penis was almost black. Kim and Nina had donned surgical masks and latex gloves. The camera zoomed in on Nina, syringe in hand, giving injections near the base of Herb’s blackened penis. There was another break in the continuity of the tape, then we saw Nina pricking Herb with a needle, asking him if he felt anything. As soon as he acknowledged he felt nothing, Nina took a scalpel and began cutting Herb’s penis just above the band. In almost no time at all it was severed and they were sliding it off over the catheter tube!

"Man, that’s it for me!" Al exclaimed. "Maybe I got a weak stomach, but I’m just not into that shit!"

Al’s sudden remark jarred me back into reality. I had been sitting there totally transfixed.

With a hardy guffaw, Matt switched off the tape. "So I finally found something that got your goat!" Matt continued, laughing. "What about you, Eddie?"

"Yeah, well, it’s different." I stammered. "That’s a strange ending for a porno film."

"Ending!" Matt belly-laughed. "That’s only about half the tape. You ought to see the poor bastard after he heals up without his dick!"

"That’s it for me," Al insisted "I need to be getting back home. I gotta get up and change oil and tune up my truck tomorrow."

"Yeah, I guess I’ll have to come back and catch the rest of it some other time, Matt." I didn’t want to sound too eager, but I was dying to see the rest of it!

"I’ll tell you what, Eddie," Matt said, as he began rewinding the tape. "I’ve got a tape-to-tape copy setup. I’ll just zip you off a copy to take home. Meanwhile, I’ll put on some coffee so we can all sober up a little."

"Coffee sounds like a winner to me," Al said. "Thanks!"

As we drank our coffee, our conversation was mostly about sports and some upcoming fishing trips we were planning. Finally, I felt sober enough to drive and I volunteered to take Al to his place on my way home.

Matt handed me my copy of the tape as I went out the door. "You’d better not let Michelle see that!" he said, snickering and grinning.

I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow that night. Sleeping late the next morning, I awoke in a fog; dimly excited about something, but not quite remembering what. Then I spied the tape lying on the dresser and laughed.

Michelle and I have a DVD/VHS setup in the bedroom so we can watch erotic movies in bed. So I popped the tape into the player and began watching it again from the beginning. Just like the night before, the quality of the recording was disappointing, but the air of authenticity more than made up for it. Knowing what was about to happen to our character, Herb, made his last few sexual encounters all the more erotic. I found myself involuntarily masturbating as I watched the tape.

I would build up to a peak at each sex scene then back off just before ejaculating. Finally, at the scene where Kim let the band snap onto the base of Herb’s cock, listening to his pitiful whimper of resignation, I squirted uncontrollably! Thick ropes of semen shot onto my chest as I watched Nina wiping away Herb’s tears.

Stopping the tape, I cleaned up my mess. I was feeling a little guilty that I would be turned on by something like that. Sure, I liked porn and erotica, but I had never been turned on by something this perverted!

Resuming the tape, I must admit I learned more than I really wanted to know about the removal of Herb’s penis. The stitching up of his nub was recorded in more detail than I really cared to see. Nina put in the sutures while Kim acted as her assistant. Finally, however, Herb wound up with a neatly stitched wound with the plastic catheter tube projecting from the center. When it was announced they were finished, the onlookers applauded politely and a few cheered. Herb was smiling and crying at the same time. Various women in the room, some with whom Herb had had sex only a few hours earlier, came by and kissed him, offering consolation and congratulations. It was impossible to fully grasp or explain the rationale behind the scene I was witnessing, but it struck a chord deep within me. At some level of my psyche I understood.

The tape cut to blackness once again, then returned with that same black caption box at the bottom which read, "6 MONTHS LATER." The lingerie-clad crowd was gathered in the same suburban living room. Most of the faces were familiar from the first part of the tape. This time, however, the sound quality was much better (a microphone boom could even be seen in a few of the shots). The camera was clearly mounted on a solid base and camera motion was slow and fluid as it followed the action. No more jerking and bouncing. Either they had a new videographer or the old one had picked up some tips from a pro.

In this second half of the tape, the blonde, Nina, asserted herself as mistress of ceremonies. She was a little older than most of the others, but still stacked like a brick shit house! Nina was apparently the leader of this little group. Stepping forward, Nina began talking directly to the camera.

"For you viewers out there in tape land (the crowd chuckled), let me explain the rules of our little club. If a man has over six inches we feel it was intended for him to be a stud. He gets to enjoy servicing all the women in the club, pleasuring them as he pleasures himself.

"On the other hand (she smiled mischievously and giggled), if he’s short of six inches, we feel he wasn’t really supposed to be a man, but an eternal boy. It wasn’t meant for a shorty to have sex and it’s a pleasure he doesn’t deserve. So the women of our club, under my expert direction (she giggles again), simply fulfill our duty and obligation and remove the offending member so this boy can fulfill his own destiny. But we do allow him one final night of undeserved pleasure before removing that possibility forever." (Soft, but sadistic, laughter rumbles through the crowd.)

Grabbing Herb’s hand, Nina pulled him along side her in front of the camera. He was wearing a silk robe. Kim, apparently his mistress, stood by him opposite Nina.

"Herb, here," Nina continued, "only had five and one-half inches, which of course didn’t measure up (the crowd chuckled again). You’ve seen his transformation in the first part of our little tape. Tonight, Herb will complete his rite of passage and be officially initiated as an eternal boy.

"Herb, you may remove your robe. Everyone wants to see."

When Herb cast his robe aside, the camera zoomed in on his exposed crotch. He was still shaved slick, and where his penis had been, was a little pink orifice. It looked like a tiny pink navel. The camera alternated between close and wide shots as all the women in the room, one by one, came over to examine the dickless man. Long painted fingernails played delicately and teasingly over the tiny bump that had once been a modest, but certainly adequate, penis. Herb’s scrotal muscles contracted making his balls churn helplessly in anticipation of a pleasure he would never know again. Once more, I began masturbating.

"The final rite of passage for an eternal boy is the rite of cuckoldry," Nina announced, stepping in front of the camera once more. "In front of witnesses, he must formally sever the last bonds of male possessiveness by preparing beautiful women for sex with a true stud and witnessing her pleasure as the stud rightfully takes his own. Finally, he must prepare and present his own precious mistress to the stud of her choice."

The program followed the same round-robin sequence as the first half of the tape, except now there was no sex for Herb. A beautiful woman would lie on a bed allowing Herb to slowly and sensuously remove what scanty garments she was wearing. Then Herb would proceed to give her a full body massage and rub her down with oil. She would squirm and sigh with delight and desire. Finally, as Herb looked on helplessly, a manly well-endowed stud would proceed to satiate the desperate woman’s yearnings.

At last it was time for Herb to prepare and offer his own mistress to be pleasured by a true stud. Kim lay on the bed while Herb slowly removed her skimpy lingerie and massaged and oiled her beautiful body. Then Nina handed Herb a pair of electric hair clippers and he proceeded to clip Kim’s thick black bush. Nina then handed him a steaming wet wash cloth and he dampened her remaining stubble before rubbing thick foamy lather onto her crotch. Lastly, Nina handed Herb a disposable plastic safety razor to finish the job.

Spreading her legs wide, Kim gasped and moaned with anticipation as her harmless, dickless boy dutifully shaved her womanhood slick. The camera panned to Herb’s crotch and once more focused on his churning helpless balls. A stream of precum was drooling from the opening in his tiny nub. Finished, Herb stepped back, relinquished his razor, and knelt beside the bed. Kim rubbed and explored her newly-shaved crotch, smiling and sighing with satisfaction and anticipation.

"Oh! Oh! I need a man!" she moaned, spreading her legs and squirming sensuously.

Herb began to cry and snivel as he watched his beautiful mistress beg for the service he could no longer render. Nina placed a comforting hand on Herb’s shoulder and blotted his tears with tissue paper.

Suddenly, a nude man stepped into the camera’s field of view. Tall and lean, his chiseled features were adorned with an ample covering of masculine body hair. His erect member, easily eight inches long, projected proudly from his thick black bush of manly pubic hair. Climbing between Kim’s eager thighs, he pressed his apple-red glans against her dripping denuded mound. With a squeal and a sigh, Kim’s pulsing labia surrendered to his pressure and the man plunged his huge cock deep inside her. He held it there momentarily, pressing his thick black bush against her shaved white vulva. Then he began the long deep thrusts that sent Kim writhing and squealing with erotic rapture.

Looking on, Herb bawled like a baby while Nina continued blotting his tears. The camera followed her hand as she reached down and wiped the drooling precum from his useless nub. Finally, the manly stud gave a mighty groan that was almost a roar. Wrapping her legs tightly around his, Kim went into a rigor, quivering and squealing, as the man shot his seed deep inside her. Finally, he relaxed and rolled off her. The pair, Kim and the mighty stud, lay there smiling and cuddling as they relaxed in the afterglow. The hollow look of hopeless longing on Herb’s face sent a strange feeling through my gut. I wanted to cry for him, but it was also turning me on!

Finally, the manly stud sat up on the bed. Kim’s body was covered with beads of perspiration, some of them coalescing and running down in little streams. Her vulva was oozing white semen that the man had deposited in copious quantities. Smiling, she looked at Herb and pointed to her pussy. Hesitating momentarily, Herb yelped like a kicked puppy, then plunged his face into her oozing wetness and began slurping dutifully.

The stud, still seated on the bed at Kim’s head, casually lit a cigarette, took a long slow drag, and languidly exhaled a billowing blue cloud of smoke. He smiled with smug satisfaction watching Herb lap up the issue of his own pleasure from between Kim’s legs. Relaxed and limp, Kim was also smiling with satisfaction as she lovingly ran her fingers through Herb’s hair.

"Oh you’re such a sweet boy, Herb," she cooed. "I love your tongue!"

I shot off again, in uncontrollable spasms.

END OF PART 1

Nov. 28, 2001

Farrell Squire

Continued in Part 2