{"id":1192,"date":"2017-04-04T02:09:21","date_gmt":"2017-04-04T08:09:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.angrygames.com\/?p=1192"},"modified":"2019-06-28T00:53:35","modified_gmt":"2019-06-28T06:53:35","slug":"mechanical-stimulation-chapter-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.angrygames.com\/?p=1192","title":{"rendered":"Mechanical Stimulation – Chapter 1"},"content":{"rendered":"

I. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Ibanez will see you now,\u201d the platinum blonde secretary said, her bright, high-pitched voice sounding a perfect mix of bored and curious. The girl hadn\u2019t taken her eyes off Erik from the moment he\u2019d entered the offices. <\/span><\/p>\n

Russell stood and motioned for his client to follow him into Martin Ibanez\u2019s office. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWelcome, welcome,\u201d Martin said from behind his desk, sweeping a hand out to let the two men know they should sit down. <\/span><\/p>\n

He squinted hard at one of the men, then squinted harder, so intently that he thought for a moment he might have a stroke. The younger man didn\u2019t look quite right. He was too perfect, too blonde, too chiseled in all of his exposed places. Martin was sure the walking perfection would be twice as chiseled in all the right, hidden places. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou like him?\u201d Russell asked as he and his client took a seat. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSure, sure, is he the hot new kid on the block?\u201d Martin asked, watching the blonde god awkwardly sit in the chair. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s so hot, the sun would melt around him,\u201d Russell said with an exaggerated wink. <\/span><\/p>\n

Martin groaned. He\u2019d never heard of Russell Hampton, but a quick check on the internet showed him that the man at least had proper credentials. He\u2019d represented mostly C-list actors in Hollywood until he\u2019d switched it up and went to Japan. A string of recognizable clients in Japanese slasher films had apparently put some money in the agent\u2019s pocket, though the website\u2019s translation was a barely comprehensible mish-mash of Engrish. <\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\u201cIs that so?\u201d Martin asked casually. <\/span><\/p>\n

He\u2019d seen a thousand young studs and three times that many young starlets wander through the industry on their way to whatever life held for them once their adult movie career was over. The kid across from him was hot, a hunk, a stunner, even, but every kid with a big dick thought he was going to be a porn star. Only a few made it beyond poorly lit XXX theater gangbang videos, and even then their manhood would half-betray them. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Ibanez, as a lifelong fan of IbaNger Films, your production quality plus Mr. Granger\u2019s directorial prowess, I knew I had to come to you first, to give you the exclusive opportunity to forever change the adult entertainment industry, and better yet, reap in even <\/span>more<\/span> profits.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Martin looked at the agent, noting the man\u2019s slick suit, slick hair, and slick smile that enhanced his slick eyes. He looked like every other agent that showed up claiming to represent the next John Holmes or Peter North. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cErik the Red here is going to revolutionize porn, and you\u2019re giving me the chance to get in on the ground floor?\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s blonde, but yes. Now, I know it sounds like a fast-talking salesman\u2019s wet dream\u2014pun intended, by the way\u2014but I can assure you that once you\u2019ve seen this perfect piece of machinery in action, you\u2019ll thank me a hundred times over. Maybe a million, if we\u2019re both lucky.\u201d He gave Martin another slick wink. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cListen, Mr. Hampton, and no offense, but I see twenty of you a day sometimes, all telling me they\u2019ve got the next great dong that I just gotta have\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo offense, Mr. Ibanez,\u201d Russell interrupted, cutting the producer and part-owner of the studio off in mid-rant,\u201d but I\u2019m not here to waste your time with whatever bullshit every other Tom, Dick, and Harry tries to convince you with. This fine piece of machinery is the real deal.\u201d He held up a hand to forestall any argument Martin might give him. \u201cTell you what, I\u2019ll demonstrate, or rather Erik will, and I\u2019ll even guarantee that you\u2019ll be impressed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Russell produced a stack of hundred dollar bills and laid them on Martin\u2019s desk, never taking his eyes off the producer. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll bet five thousand dollars that by the time this demonstration is done, you and I will be in business, and if not, you can keep this money.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy wouldn\u2019t I just agree to your wager, then tell you to get the fuck out of my office for a free five grand?\u201d Martin asked, suddenly interested. The agent was up to something, as no one dropped five large on a bet unless it was a sure thing. Or if the bettor was stupid, which was a good bit of the time in Martin\u2019s experience. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBecause you\u2019re a smart man, and when you see what I\u2019m about to show you, you\u2019ll realize that you made five thousand dollars by watching millions of dollars in profits walk out the door.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, Mr. Hampton\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPlease, just call me Russell.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFine, Russell. You\u2019ve piqued my curiosity. Let\u2019s see what he\u2019s got.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

The agent held up a hand. \u201cHow about a demonstration? Any kid can show up with ten inches and a hard body. But can he deliver the perfect size, the perfect technique, and finish with a sweetness that will have the ladies begging to be with him when the cameras stop rolling?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Martin scratched his chin, intrigued more than ever. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s a pretty big bag of claims,\u201d he said to the agent across from him. <\/span><\/p>\n

Martin glanced at the kid, who\u2019d been silent the whole time, though he seemed to be following the conversation well enough. Martin wondered if the kid even spoke English. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWho\u2019s your best, most demanding girl?\u201d Russell asked, a gleam in his eye, as if he\u2019d just been caught plotting to steal the cookie jar. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCarmel Sunshine,\u201d Martin answered reflexively. <\/span><\/p>\n

It was a no-brainer. Carmel Sunshine had shown up one day after getting off the bus she\u2019d ridden from Carver, North Dakota, and had helped propel IbaNger Films into the top tier. Her first year with Martin and his business partner and the studio\u2019s director, Rudolph Granger, saw her win seven Adult Video Award statues out of the twelve categories she\u2019d been nominated in. The next year, she won a record eleven times. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI was hoping you\u2019d say her name,\u201d Russell said, a grin eating up the lower half of his face. \u201cShe\u2019ll be perfect.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Martin picked up the desk phone and told the receptionist to get Carmel Sunshine in his office ASAP. <\/span><\/p>\n

Fifteen minutes later, an annoyed Martin Ibanez greeted his biggest star. Martin had tried to get some kind of hint or visual as to what made the blonde kid so special, but the agent had just winked and <\/span>tsk\u2019d<\/span> him a few times. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHi, Martin,\u201d Carmel said as she came into the office. \u201cHello, gentlemen,\u201d she said to the two seated in front of the desk. <\/span><\/p>\n

She noted the slick, greasy agent right off the bat, having seen the man\u2019s clone a thousand times since hitting it big in the business. She paused for a second at the big blonde kid, her eyes noting how perfect he seemed to be. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMs. Sunshine, would you care to give this young man the test?\u201d Martin asked. <\/span><\/p>\n

The starlet smiled and walked to the kid. He didn\u2019t fidget nervously, something all the wanna-be\u2019s did when they realized <\/span>The<\/span> Carmel Sunshine was going to be part of the audition. She knew keeping one\u2019s nerves was not the same as dropping pants and having sex with a stranger on command. Less than one in fifty could pass the Sunshine Industries Adult Film Performance Aptitude Test, a made-up title that made Martin cackle like a hyena every time he heard it. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you say, Sugar?\u201d she cooed as she sat in the blonde kid\u2019s lap. \u201cWhat\u2019s your name?\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cErik Lidstrom,\u201d he said, surprising the producer and actress with his soft, British accent. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, Erik, don\u2019t be shy,\u201d she purred, tracing a fingernail down the back of his neck. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOne second, if you don\u2019t mind,\u201d Russell said. Carmel glanced up at the agent. \u201cSince this is a test, let\u2019s make it more interesting.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGo on\u2026\u201d Martin said, giving Carmel a mini-shrug when she glanced over at him. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMs. Sunshine, what do you look for in a man, a sex partner?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAs in, during a film shoot?\u201d she asked. \u201cOr do you mean my private life?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEither will work, but since we\u2019re in a movie studio office, let\u2019s keep it professional.\u201d He gave her the same exaggerated wink he\u2019d given Martin several times. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cUh, okay.\u201d She stood up and walked to the big desk, leaning her rear end against it. \u201cI like all colors, so doesn\u2019t matter. And besides, it\u2019s not like Erik can be a black man, or an Asian, or anything but\u2026 Swiss? Swedish?\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cClose,\u201d Russell said, his salesman\u2019s grin bigger than ever. \u201cHe\u2019s Japanese.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Martin\u2019s eyes grew as wide as Carmel\u2019s at that piece of info, but Russell knew if he could hook them, it wouldn\u2019t matter if his client was a shape-shifting lizard alien here to colonize Earth. <\/span><\/p>\n

Carmel crossed her arms. \u201cLook, is he going to fuck me, or are we going to play Q&A all night?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMs. Sunshine, and might I add, you are by far one of the best adult actresses I\u2019ve ever watched\u2026 lord knows you\u2019ve helped me through many lonely nights in a motel while I was on the road\u2026 Anyway, Ms. Sunshine, please, just humor me. If you could describe your perfect man, regardless of height, weight, body type, skin color, and penis size, what would you say?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She looked at him with suspicion and more than a little annoyance. She glanced at Martin, who only shrugged then nodded his head. He looked as suspicious and annoyed as she did. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFine,\u201d she said with a sigh. \u201cHe\u2019s a beautiful man, so I wouldn\u2019t change his face\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Carmel stepped forward, taking a seat in Erik\u2019s lap once again. She put her lips close to his neck and paused. His skin gave off a faint hint of citrus, lilacs, and\u2026 chocolate? <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI like my boys chiseled, tanned, and with hair only on their brain head,\u201d she said, lightly kissing Erik\u2019s neck while running her fingers through his thick, fine blonde hair. \u201cAs for what\u2019s down here,\u201d she said, rubbing her hand across the front of the kid\u2019s Dockers, \u201cit don\u2019t matter much as long as it\u2019s big enough to feel, though if he\u2019s got the goods, I certainly won\u2019t turn it down unless it\u2019s some weird-looking mutant.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo\u2026 ten inches?\u201d Russell asked with a wink that was beginning to annoy Carmel. \u201cOr\u2026?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Carmel tugged on the leather belt in Erik\u2019s pants. \u201cKid, if you got a foot of meat, I\u2019ll give you the ride of your life.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

The disappointment was evident in her voice. She\u2019d barely felt a nub in the his trousers. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGood, good. Well, let\u2019s see if you\u2019re as good as your word.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Carmel decided if another wink formed on the agent\u2019s face, she was going to slug him. She sighed again, scooted off the chair and onto her knees, her hands already expertly undoing the belt, top button, and zipper. <\/span><\/p>\n

She gasped loud enough that Martin leaned forward over his desk to see what had surprised her. He blinked at least ten times before he stopped, his eyes tearing up. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIs that?\u201d was all he get out before his mouth clamped shut. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHoly shit!\u201d Carmel giggled, grabbing onto the largest cock she\u2019d ever seen. <\/span><\/p>\n

She wasn\u2019t a stranger to some of the larger sex toys that men wanted to see her insert into her body, so she knew she could take most of the monster that she held in her hand. She giggled again when she noticed how small her hand was compared to Erik\u2019s fully erect penis. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGo on,\u201d Russell offered, \u201chave a taste.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

He winked again, but neither Martin nor Carmel were looking at him. Both stared at Erik\u2019s member with round eyes, Martin\u2019s brain already calculating the potentials sales figures, as well as immediately thinking up at least five titles for movies. Carmel marveled at what she held in her hands, running the tips of her fingers all around it, especially the head. She couldn\u2019t help but think of the German army helmets from World War Two, and from her vantage point, it looked like an old army helmet would fit snugly on the head in front of her. <\/span><\/p>\n

She looked up into Erik\u2019s eyes, giving him her best seductive, sexy expression, though it was hard to keep the excitement from her face. With her free hand, she began to unbutton the dress shirt he wore, the other hand slowly sliding up and down the thick shaft that promised her a pleasant ache if it held up. <\/span><\/p>\n

At the third button, she leaned forward and flicked her tongue out and over the ridges of his glans while stretching her jaw as far as she could. Carmel wasn\u2019t a deep throat queen, though she could hang with all but the best on a good day. <\/span><\/p>\n

Her eyes widened again when she tasted the familiar hint of honey, lilac, and chocolate. She rolled her tongue slowly over the head, enjoying the taste, her tongue catching passing moments of strawberry, coconut, and even cinnamon. <\/span><\/p>\n

Carmel\u2019s free hand roamed over Erik\u2019s stomach, feeling the hard, chiseled marble. She was sure that when her eyes finally got a good look at what her hand was exploring, she\u2019d see a perfect six-pack, a perfect navel, perfect pecs, perfect everything. <\/span><\/p>\n

Jaw relaxed, she took as much of him in her mouth as she could, paused a second to relax her throat a little more, then squeezed in another inch before feeling her gag reflex begin to respond. Carmel held it as long as she could, her eyes watering, her stomach almost rebelling, before pulling her head back and gulping for air. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFuck me,\u201d she commanded, kissing the <\/span>war helmet<\/span> (as she\u2019d unconsciously called it in her mind for some strange reason) one last time, licking her lips at the sweet, faint taste of banana that remained on her lips.<\/span><\/p>\n

She stood up, slid her shorts and panties down to her ankles, turned around, grabbed Martin\u2019s desk with both hands, throwing her head back to look at the young man with a feral, greedy grin. <\/span><\/p>\n

Erik stood, his shirt and pants falling to the floor, revealing the perfection that Carmel\u2019s fingers had sensed. <\/span><\/p>\n

A soft but powerful hand grabbed her hip. She gasped again when she felt the massive head begin its journey into her, appreciating the pause Erik gave her as her own muscles made room for him. His other hand clamped onto her hip, pulling her slowly to him. Carmel\u2019s eyes rolled up, her breathing became shallow, and she trembled before letting loose a warbling wail of ecstasy. <\/span><\/p>\n

Martin\u2019s eyes became even wider, and he shot a look at the slick agent. Russell was watching the couple with interest, as if he were calculating exactly how many orgasms Carmel would have before the demonstration was concluded. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh. Fuck. Yes!\u201d she shouted. Her breathing turned into panting, her words becoming garbled moans of pleasure as Erik began to increase the tempo. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo,\u201d Russell said in a conversational tone to the actress, who tried her best to listen to him while in the throes of what she was sure was a divine string of orgasms. Russell tapped the kid on his elbow, and Erik immediately slowed down, getting into a slow rhythm that made Carmel squeak each time he sank himself to the hilt in her. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat flavor would you like?\u201d he asked once she could focus a tiny bit more attention on the agent. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat flavor? I\u2019m sure that while semen might have a taste some girls thoroughly enjoy, I\u2019ve been told that for the most part, it\u2019s a gamble as to whether it will be fruit juice or battery acid.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Carmel frowned at him, squeaked when Erik buried himself in her again, then began to giggle. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPineapple sounds good,\u201d she said, her eyes threatening to roll up in her head again. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFinal question, Ms. Sunshine,\u201d Russell said, a salesman\u2019s smile plastered on his slick face. \u201cYou like a lot of cum, or just a little?\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIf it\u2019s sweet pineapple,\u201d she panted, \u201cthen I want as much as he\u2019s got.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJust say the word and he\u2019ll come when you\u2019re ready.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe can ejaculate on command?\u201d Martin asked, still thinking up marketing materials and licensing rights. He had no hesitation at signing the kid unless his agent demanded too much. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYep,\u201d Russell said, producing another exaggerated wink. <\/span><\/p>\n

Martin and the slick agent watched the two go at it for another twenty minutes. Carmel was insatiable, as if a hidden gear had been found in her sexual drive. She tried every position she could think of, which wasn\u2019t many considering her head swam so deep in the clouds of pleasure that she felt like she\u2019d forgotten to breath more than once. <\/span><\/p>\n

When her waves of ecstasy began to shift into a slight burn, she kissed Erik on the mouth, tasting again a combination of flavors that made her forget the pain of friction from something so big for another ten seconds. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m ready,\u201d she purred, climbing off the Nordic god. <\/span><\/p>\n

Erik waited until her mouth was in position before thick white ropes of cum erupted from his cock. Carmel wasn\u2019t expecting it to truly taste like pineapple, and almost gagged on it when it first hit her tongue. A gob splattered across her cheek, and she immediately wrapped her lips around the throbbing head, swallowing every last drop that he produced. When she was sure he was spent, she wiped the sticky, sweet fluid from her chin into her mouth with a finger. Carmel\u2019s eyes closed, her breathing became shallow, then she shuddered so violently that the couch vibrated the floor enough for Martin and Russell to feel it through their chairs. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll assume it was to your liking?\u201d Russell asked, the salesman\u2019s grin back and locked in. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat else can he do?\u201d Carmel asked, reaching over to run her fingers across the kid\u2019s hard nipples. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow about a big black cock?\u201d Russell asked through his grin. \u201cWell, maybe a little smaller of a cock. Twelve inches is pretty extreme.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

The producer and the actress gave Russell a puzzled look. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou have a black guy waiting in the other room or something?\u201d Martin asked, wondering what the agent was up to. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cActually,\u201d Russell said, \u201che\u2019s in the room with us right now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d Carmel asked uneasily, pulling her hand back from the beautiful Swede, as if powder might rub off his skin and reveal an Africa-American man underneath. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll show you, but only if you promise to <\/span>not<\/span> freak out,\u201d Russell said, knowing he\u2019d already closed the deal, but ready to show them exactly what it was they\u2019d be getting if the two parties could come to terms. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not going to do anything fuckin\u2019 weird like have him shit on the floor then spread it all over his skin, are you?\u201d Carmel asked, now more suspicious than ever. <\/span><\/p>\n

Russell laughed heartily, and even Erik joined in. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not going to defecate anywhere, Ms. Sunshine, Mr. Ibanez,\u201d Erik said. <\/span><\/p>\n

The light British accent was a satisfying, enjoyable sound to Carmel\u2019s ears, and she could feel herself beginning to respond, the ache having gone silent at the sound of his voice.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay then,\u201d she said. \u201cLet\u2019s see your big black cock.\u201d She mimed an exaggerated wink at Russell, torn between feeling annoyed at the man for his smugness, and the desire to immediately jump on Erik again and ride herself into an orgasmic coma. <\/span><\/p>\n

Martin almost fell out of his chair, and Carmel did fall off the couch when Erik\u2019s skin began to darken, slowly at first, then rapidly until he was a uniform tone, a milk chocolate that was punctuated by the scent of cocoa emanating from his skin. Martin did fall out of his chair when he watched the Swede\u2019s facial features and hair change from the blonde Scandinavian to what he assumed was Kenyan, maybe Nigerian, but definitely African in descent. Erik\u2019s straight, fine, blonde hair became a short, tight afro of coarse black hair, while his facial bones seemed to rearrange themselves until he looked like an Nubian god. Carmel glanced down to see the foot-long white penis was now an eight or nine inch uncircumcised, fully erect rod.<\/span><\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

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II.<\/span><\/p>\n

Todd Rambulance took off his jacket after entering the house. Like most houses used to shoot porn scenes, this one was luxurious, with white marble floors, dual staircases, and a back wall that seemed to be made of nothing but sliding glass doors. He could see Rudolph Granger, the studio\u2019s co-owner and director, giving instructions to Donnie, the lighting guy. Todd could just make out Leena and Mike, the two sound engineers. He smiled at the thought of how much shit he\u2019d give Mike and Leena. It was constant joke with him about how pornographic movies didn\u2019t really need sound since the scenes always had the stereotypical \u201cporn funk\u201d music drowning everything out except for the dubbed panting, moaning, and grunting. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTodd, what\u2019s shakin\u2019?\u201d Martin asked as he passed the producer in the hallway. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe bull has arrived,\u201d Todd said with his usual swagger. He peeked into one of the bedrooms to see which ladies he\u2019d be working with. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGood, good,\u201d Martin said, a smile on his face. <\/span><\/p>\n

Todd peeked into the bedroom opposite the girls\u2019 makeshift dressing room. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWho the hell is that?\u201d he asked over his shoulder when he spotted a young, blonde, extremely toned kid with a slimy looking older guy. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAh, old bull, meet the new bull,\u201d Martin said with a wink. \u201cHe\u2019ll be your new \u2018buddy\u2019 for a while, so take him under your wing and make sure he\u2019s ready for action.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou replacing me?\u201d Todd asked, the wound to his ego evident in his voice.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNah,\u201d Martin answered, looking up from his laptop screen. \u201cNew blood. The kid\u2019s got the goods. In fact, I\u2019d say he\u2019s rather special.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Todd frowned at the odd grin Martin gave him. \u201cWhat\u2019s so special about him?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCalm down, Rambo,\u201d the producer said with a chuckle. \u201cYour meal ticket is still IbaNger Films for the foreseeable future, so chop that worry up and spit it out. As for the kid\u2026 you\u2019ll see soon enough.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIs he\u2026 bigger than me?\u201d Todd asked, hating the whine he heard in his voice. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSize isn\u2019t important,\u201d Martin said with a dismissive wave of his hand. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSure, Martin. No problem. I\u2019m gonna go get ready.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Todd walked away wondering just how big the new kid\u2019s cock was. Martin\u2019s answer might as well have been \u201cseventeen inches,\u201d as The Rambulance knew anytime the \u201csize isn\u2019t important\u201d card got played, it most certainly did mean that a new king had shown up. Todd had held the title of \u201cBest Dong in the Industry\u201d for four straight years. He had a trophy case full of awards, from the small porn websites up to the AVN statues. He couldn\u2019t decide if he wanted to punch the new kid or cry that his reign had come to an end. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFuck that,\u201d he said, rounding into the bedroom. \u201cWhat\u2019s up, noob?\u201d he asked the blonde kid in a friendly-but-patronizing tone. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHello,\u201d the blonde said in a British accent. Todd groaned inside. The fucker couldn\u2019t simply have a twenty-inch piece of meat. He had to be British as well. \u201cMy name is Erik Lidstrom.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

The kid held out a hand. Todd stared at the hand for a second, feeling the urge to punch the owner of it once more. He reached out and took it, a greasy fake grin spreading across the lower half of his face. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPleezdameethca,\u201d Todd said. He frowned at how soft the kid\u2019s hands were, yet how firm, how strong his grip was. \u201cI\u2019m Todd Rambulance.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, hey!\u201d the slick guy said, looking up from his tablet. \u201cHow\u2019s it hanging, Todd?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWho the fuck are you?\u201d Todd asked. He hoped it wasn\u2019t some weird scene he was doing that involved him and a male fan tag-teaming one of the girls. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMy apologies,\u201d the man said, standing up. He gave Todd a bigger, faker smile than Todd had plastered on his own face, then delivered a wink so exaggerated he was afraid the man was having a stroke. \u201cI\u2019m Russell Hampton. Erik\u2019s agent.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis is a dressing room for actors only,\u201d Todd said with a sneer. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cRight, right, no worries,\u201d the agent said with a chuckle. \u201cI was just getting Erik some last minute pointers. Being his first day, and all.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Todd groaned. The kid really was a noob. He waited until the agent had vacated the room, then turned to the rookie. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cListen, kid. Martin says you got something like a two foot cock.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Erik seemed embarrassed, which told Todd that two feet of meat might be on the conservative side. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not that big,\u201d the kid said. <\/span><\/p>\n

(still working on it!)<\/span><\/p>\n

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