Donkey Boy William Ch. 05

All eyes were on William. Three cameras devoured every inch of his naked torso. He was easy prey in his current predicament; exposed, vulnerable, helpless. He was lying down on a workout table and he struggled to lift and extend the weight bar over his head. He could neither hide his nakedness nor do anything about it, and every person in the room was free to savor him, idolize him, want him. At a moment like this it was easy to understand William's rise to stardom in the gay porn world. Monica would now do her best to make him a crossover star. It shouldn't be hard, she thought, for William had a universal sexiness that appealed to everyone, even her, for she'd be lying if she didn't admit to having a little stirring, a little tingle, where William was concerned. Jane, impatient as always, couldn't wait, and had already hopped on board the William train, and Monica could understand why. As director, she should have been blasé when it came to bossing around naked men, but Big Bill was something else, wasn't he?

For well over five minutes, every ripple of William's body, every sinew, every muscle twitch, every grimace, was captured for posterity in a voyeuristic operetta. It would later be edited down to about two minutes of screen time, long enough to make it clear who exactly the star was of this still unnamed video. And if the cameras turned their attention to the massive penis, documenting its reaction to William's exertions, so much the better. Still under the influence of Viagra, his cock was hard and throbbing, and sticking up in the air at a forty-five degree angle. It was almost too good to be true. Monica beamed; they would capture that image for the website. This was going to be a huge deal for Donkey Productions. William was going to double, maybe even triple their sales revenue. Monica knew she had captured lightning in a bottle. If she did her job right, Donkey Productions had the potential to become a big-time player in the industry. But she knew it was urgent to sign William to an exclusive contract, even if it meant a profit-sharing collaboration.

Her vibrator was going to get a good workout tonight when she got home.

It is customary for people lifting a lot of weight to have spotters; people who stand by the lifter to help facilitate the process as well as provide safety should the lifter take on too much weight. And under the circumstances it made perfect sense for the spotters to be naked too, and it just so happened that Monica had two men available for the job, which is how Dan and James came to be standing over William in their birthday suits, their own gigantic genitalia swaying and bouncing in virtual harmony. Their dicks saved them, because William could overshadow any man, and Dan and James might have gone unnoticed had it not been for the fact that their combined twenty-inches of erect man-meat were peaking at precisely the right time. But it was a doubled-edge sword, and it should not be forgotten that in this instance William really might have taken on too much weight, his struggle was real, and had his spotters been paying attention they would have grabbed on to the weight-bar and eased William's burden, but they were content showing off their boners and had forgotten their purpose.

The scene was originally written as Donkey-lite, to slowly acclimate William into the unpredictable world of Donkey Productions, but Monica had other plans. Jane wasn't there to protest, so she had a free hand to alter the script, the only inhibitor being the boundaries of her fantasy-fueled mind. I got three studs, Monica reasoned, men at the top of their game, so why not spice it up.

The original script included two females, with buxom MILF Jacky being one of them and Liz the other, but Jacky's absence necessitated a change of plan. Monica decided to do the scene with one woman, but she didn't think Liz was right for the role, so she approached Jo while the cast and crew were eating lunch, and persuaded her to do it, which was not hard once Jo found out that she'd be working with William and his enormous organ. Word travelled fast, and Jo was already aware that a muscular black man with a trophy penis was in the house. She was eventually given a tiny maid's outfit to wear, though her role was not as a maid, but rather as a housekeeper who was cleaning inside the weight room where the three naked men happened to be. But the maid outfit implied a sexier image, and Monica was shooting for the stars; mediocrity was not in the Donkey vocabulary. She would admit that the premise was a little weak, but she had to do it on the fly and, besides, the three Donkey boys could be counted on to make the scene a success.

Jo had previously appeared in Big Jim and Little Tim, though her scene was modest enough to be forgettable, especially since Yanka appeared in the same scene, and Yanka, through no fault of her own, was a scene-stealer. Thus for much of the target audience Jo would be a fresh face, while aficionados would recognize her and enjoy the continuity aspect of her appearance. Who knew, maybe Jo would take it to the next level? She enjoyed sex - especially the Donkey type of sex, and her enthusiasm and sassiness was a turn-on, not to mention the fact that she was terminally cute with nice, perky breasts, even though she would not be required to display them today.

William continued to pump iron, and the stiff penises belonging to Dan and James showed no slippage. Were they genuinely aroused or simply good at their job? Monica called for Jo, and she entered the weight room already in the process of mopping the floor. She stopped when she got about ten feet from the men. She noticed them, but showed no reaction. Jo then turned her back on the men and continued to mop the floor, bending just enough to allow her light blue panties to peek out from the bottom of her maid outfit. In one visual the cameras were able to capture Jo's exposed panty as well as the impact it had on William's cock, for he had looked over at precisely the right moment. His penis jutted out into the air. Twelve inches long, it resembled a tall crane, like one they might use at a construction site. It was shaking just enough to appear to be vibrating. Would it topple or would it remain upright? It required a lot of strength to defy gravity like that. But it was the best takeaway ever, Monica thought. It was historic and, as such, it should be preserved for posterity, or as long as a twelve-inch hard-on belonging to a ripped, muscular Adonis remained in vogue.

William leaned forward, sat up, and called Jo over. She was pretty he thought, and his cock did too, for it began to burn and ache. The need for an orgasm began to impose itself.

"Do you always workout naked," she asked?

"Always."

Jo cleared her throat and got a little closer. "Excuse my asking, but isn't it hard to lift weights when you've got a...you know...a boner?"

"No, I do it all the time."

Jo smiled. "Well, I bet you haven't lifted weights while someone was playing with your boner, have you?"

Now it was William who smiled. "You'd be surprised," he said, "at some of the things people have done with my boners." Lying back down on the bench, he resumed his workout. The camera stayed with William's hands as he lifted the weight up over his head, inadvertently catching two boned-up dongs in the background - another takeaway for Monica.

Jo crouched down in front of William and gently massaged the topside of his lengthy shaft with the palm of her hand. To a Viagra-influenced penis it might as well have been an injection of adrenaline, and it caused the muscle man to gasp. It felt so good he couldn't believe it. Jo's hand was like magic - soft, warm, and reassuring. It wouldn't be long now before he erupted. William could feel it building up inside.

Were it up to Jo she would have given the cock a few hard jerks and prepare for blast-off, but Monica didn't want him to spill yet, so Jo eased off, much to William's consternation. A few moments later, after the penis pulsations subsided, she ran her finger down the length of his long shaft, scratching it with her fingernail in order to enrage it; stopping when he got close to ejaculating, allowing the arousal to dissipate before resuming her penis play. Jo's signature move was to bend the shaft back as far as she could and then release her grip, which usually resulted in a loud slapping sound when the erection made contact with the body, but it didn't work on William, whose crane was sturdy and showed no sign of weakness. It remained upright.

William was craving a release. It was starting to turn into agony. Enough with the teasing, he thought. His body began to buckle, and for a brief moment it seemed as if the spotters would be needed to do something other than stand there and display their erections. Monica spoke up.

"Okay Jo, very carefully, start licking it. Just lick, don't suck...slowly, slowly, slowly. Tongue only, no hands...I don't want an explosion...yet." Jo was happy to comply. William had lowered the weights to a resting position, but still held onto the weight-bar with both hands, improving his concentration while preparing for the inevitable. He needed an orgasm in the worst way, and he sensed that Jo was about to help deliver one. Damn, this Donkey Production job was really working out!

On Monica's orders Jo stopped. William let out a large groan. His cock twitched uncontrollably. Pre-cum now oozed out of his pee hole.

"Hold on to it, if you can," Monica implored. William whimpered softly, but somehow managed to avoid a spillage.

"Okay guys," she said to Dan and James, "start jerking...yes, that's right. Aim right for his face." In a perfect world the three men would cum simultaneously, but that would be asking for too much. Still, it was a very erotic sight, a cute, clothed woman hovering over a massive, rigid cock, having licked it to within a few seconds of blasting, while two men jerked off as they stood over his body.

Dan had experienced only one orgasm so far today, back in the shower scene with Liz, and he was typically a quick cummer, even in the worst of times, which now certainly wasn't. So it did not come as a surprise when after less than a minute he began to grunt, first softly and then louder, much louder, and said, "I can't hold it, I gotta cum."

Dan loved jerking off; perhaps not as much as James, for whom it was an obsession, but before Dan began working for Donkey Productions he had a job as a nude waiter, being part of a troupe that worked bachelorette parties. Those jobs always ended with a group masturbation show for the ladies, and even though he may have had several orgasms during the event, depending on how drunk and uninhibited the ladies got, he and his co-workers were required to beat off at the end of the night. It was in the contract. Olivia had been present at one such event, which is how Dan ended up a Donkey boy. Olivia always did have an eye for talent.

Now Dan was pumping his cock as hard as he could, crying out in ecstasy as a huge helping of creamy liquid sprung out of his enlarged pee hole, landing on William's upper chest. He aimed his cock a little higher, and the second eruption traveled further, flying over William's body before landing on James' leg, who was oblivious to the distraction, trying hard as he was to one-up Dan, if not with speed then with volume and distance. Satisfied with his performance, Dan now stood idly by with his hands at his side, giving the camera a delightful image of his slowly shrinking penis, sticky and glistening with spent semen which, by the way, was still seeping out and dripping down his leg. Dan must have felt that he left something in the tank, because all of a sudden he began to stroke his cock some more, and the dribble became more pronounced. Without warning a couple of moderate-sized cum blasts squirted out, landing on the ground by his feet, despite the fact that his penis was only partially hard. It was unexpected, which made it more dramatic. He shot James a look that said 'top that motherfucker', in reference to James' reputation as a big-time cummer.

"James," Monica instructed, "slow it down a little, don't cum yet." But it was too late. Monica had abruptly decided that she wanted William to cum next, but James had reached the point of no return and he couldn't put the genie back in the bag. A loud groan accompanied a massive sperm attack that hit William on his forehead before sliding down and coagulating on his cheek. William took it in stride; he had experienced a lot worse; he was so consumed with his own situation he scarcely noticed what James had done, even as several more of his sperm landed on William's body, before the well began to run dry. James slumped and his exertions lessened. The heavy breathing that accompanied it was an indication that he was spent. Unlike Dan, however, James' penis remained firm, and he used his abdomen muscles to wag it up and down. Show off, Dan thought, but he would have done the same thing had he been able to.

Monica had Jo stick her face an inch from William's cock and blow air on it, and her hot breath sucked the oxygen out of the room, as far as he was concerned. He was very close to his breaking point, and for a brief moment he thought about reaching down with his hand and finishing the job himself. It wouldn't take more than a few seconds.

"Do you want to cum, William," Jo asked?

"In the worst way," he pleaded.

Jo blew some more hot breath onto his shaft. She pressed her fingernail on the vein that bulged out from his shaft. Another second was all he needed, but damn, she stopped.

"I'll tell you what," she said. But before she could say anything further William's entire body began to spasm, and he cried out in what was either agony or delight. Was it too late? Could he control himself? Jo waited to see, but they had gone one bridge too far, and it didn't bother Monica one bit that William was able to orgasm on his own, without a helping hand. For one thing, it gave the cameras unobstructed access to the event. William practically screamed as his cock pulsated, and healthy doses of love juice started to fly out in all directions, depending on the angle of William's shaft at that particular moment. Freed from Jo's shackles, his cock bounced wildly in the air, and everyone watched with amazement as the mammoth penis pirouetted through the air, sending a cascading stream of sperm hither and thither.

When it was over, when his whimpering and convulsions had ended, a funny thing began to happen. William's penis got flaccid, flopping over to the side. Had the Viagra finally worn off? Looking around him, he could see that the floor had been sprayed with sperm on both sides, he himself was soaked, some of it had found it's way on to Jo's maid uniform, and a huge glob of it hung from her forearm.

"That was great," said Monica. "Fantastic. Ready for the next scene?" She scanned the men for a few moments. "Hmmn, let me see...Dan, you're good for another orgasm, right?"

"At your service," he replied.

"Perfect. William, on your hands and knees."

By the time the cameras swung into action Dan had stroked himself into a state of readiness, made easier by the re-appearance of Liz, who was still hanging around. Monica now had use for her.

William knelt on the ground, waiting. James was right; it was better not to know in advance what was going to happen. It added excitement.

Monica instructed Dan to put on a condom, so it was obvious what was going to occur. He fumbled with it, perhaps out of nerves.

"Here, let me help you with that." Liz walked over and took the condom from Dan. She placed it over his cock-head tenderly, lovingly, and unrolled it.

"William," asked Monica, "do you mind tits on your face?"

"What...?"

"I mean, do you want Liz to rub her boobs over your face while Dan is fucking you?"

That was a no-brainer, while the mere thought of those luscious boobs was all Dan needed to reach maximum firmness. Maybe there really was life after Jane.

Jo and James sat on the workout bench. Those were all the instructions they got. They'd be improvising. Liz, excited, took off all her clothes save for her panties, without being told, and got into position, kneeling by William, who was on all fours.

Dan inserted his moneymaker into Big Bill's butthole. He felt a little sheepish, but it wasn't as if he was a stranger to homo sex. He was willing to try almost anything, and he had. Sex was more than passion to him, more than satisfying desire; for Dan it was a way of life.

Jo's hand reached for James' penis, but it wasn't responding the way she hoped. James was more interested in watching Dan fuck William. He wasn't repulsed by it. To the contrary, he imagined what it would be like to have sex with William, either as a giver or as a receiver. It suddenly became conceivable to him that it could happen. James had to admit that William turned him on.

As for Dan, who knew what motivated him? He approached sex like an animal. It was his nature, and he fucked William with the same passion and style that he would do to Jane, or Liz.

"Remember to pull out early," reminded Monica. "Give yourself time to get the condom off."

From William's perspective, Dan was a good fucker. Too bad he didn't want to work in gay films; he'd fit right in. He knew what he was doing. Dan's large cockhead - the hammerhead - was reaching the right places, and William's cock was starting to react.

Dan remembered what Monica had told him, and he was able to pour out a moderate amount of sperm, most of which landed on William's back. Seeing that Liz was repeatedly slapping her boobs across his face, it is unclear whether William even knew that Dan had finished.

There was one last final scene before they'd call it a day. Something a little quirky to tack on to the end of the video that would be made available on the website. The men went to the communal shower and soaped themselves up, the premise being that they'd be filmed while showering. And while the presumption of sex would hang heavy in the air, there would be no consumption. Monica thought of it as a victory lap for the three penises. Had there ever been such a trio in adult filmmaking history? A short clip to glorify the specimens, and she hoped that seeing them in their flaccid glory would be as stimulating as the boned-up versions. That was the plan.

Right as the scene was about to begin Liz asked if she could join in on the action. Monica, a little tired and a little distracted, didn't process it through, so she told Liz to go ahead. Liz joined in on the soaping and scrubbing action, and the penises were showing signs of arousal, which gave Monica another idea. She had them form a rectangular-shaped daisy chain on the shower room floor.

"Here's the deal: I want you, James, to suck William. Liz, you got a choice, Dan or James."

Liz chose James, by way of saying, "I want Dan to lick my pussy."

In Monica's mind, the scene would end when one of them shot their load, leaving the other two hanging. Blue-balls would be an ironic ending.

James sucked and stroked William's cock for all he was worth. He didn't feel sheepish, he felt confused. Why was he enjoying this so much? He was overcome by a strong desire to please William sexually.

Liz threw another curveball into the mix. Aroused by Dan's licking, she stopped working on James' knob; he wasn't showing much interest anyway. Before anyone knew it, Liz had gotten Dan to lie prone on the floor, and she began riding him cowgirl style. How Dan managed to do it nobody knows, but within minutes his body began to spasm, and it was clear that he was going to cum. Dan also had enough presence of mind to reach down and pull his cock out of Liz's vagina and deliver the money shot for Monica. His seed looked good as it spilled onto Liz's butt cheek. He groaned, breathed deeply and relaxed. He was done...finally! Liz, not wanting to stop, got James in the same position and began to suck on his cock. William stood up and began to masturbate. Dan remained on the floor, happy to rest on his laurels.