Everyone knows that Summertime is when the big movie blockbusters come out. Well, it is no different for Mr. Black and his underground film operation. It's just that whereas the major films take a year to make, Mr. Black's often take only a day. 

        Dressed in tan slacks of a light breathable material, a black short sleeve pullover of cashmere, Italian loafers with no socks, and a simple platinum watch, Mr. Black walked down the hall of his studio toward the first sound stage. Behind him, a totally naked boy of thirteen carried a sliver tray on which rested a martini shaker and a Baccarat  crystal martini glass. he boy was very careful not to make any noise by shifting the tray so the glass and shaker might jiggle. He walked very carefully with his cute naked feet on the thick plush rub. One time, early on in his training, before the whippings and electricity and the dogs and the pigs and horses, Peter had tripped while carrying the tray. He will never ever forget that day. Mr. Black does not anger easily, and he almost never loses it, so the dropped tray did not upset him. He even knelt next to the naked boy and helped him to retrieve the spilled items.  

      "I am not angry, Peter," had  said kindly. "I am actually more upset about the spilled vodka than I am about the tray and glass. Now  you will have to rush back and make another perfect martini for me and bring it quickly, as I am quite thirsty. The boys rose smiling but with shaking hands. He was such a beautiful lad, the recent star of a very famous Mr. Black film, "Peter loses his cherry." Mr. Black smiled again and ruffed the boy's silken hair. 

      "Of course we can't have you breaking all my crystal and denting my sterling with clumsy behavior, now can we? So, even though I am not in the least angry, I feel that you do need to be taught a lesson. Am I correct?" 

       Peter's beautiful full lower lip began to tremble. It was the boy's natural cocksucker lips that first attracted Mr. Black to him. Peter knew bad things were about to happen. "It won't happen again." he said, a sweet pout on his lips and a frown on his face. 

       Mr. Black actually laughed. He seldom actually laughed. His half Oriental blood gave a him a kind of natural severity, or perhaps it was the anguish and abuse he has suffered as a child. At any rate, he laughed on this occasion.  "Oh, I know it won't happen again. If it does, I'll have piranhas eat your penis and balls. And I'd hate to lose those pretty little nuggets that are just starting to develop." He reached out and gently cupped the boys small scrotum. "No, I'm sure it won't happen again. Still, I do believe a bit of corrective action might prove incentive, am I correct?" 

        A big old tear rolled down the sweet soft face of the little boy. "Yes, sir." He said. 

        "Good. Then pick up the largest piece of broken crystal Peter. Be very careful not to cut your fingers.  Fine. Now shove it up your asshole!" 

        The little boy's eyes grew wide with horror. 

        "I will cut my ass to pieces." 

        "Yes, and I shall have to cover the doctor's expenses to get you sewn up and fixed. And it means I won't be able to fuck you for two or three weeks.  Still, it is worth it as a lesson to you. It will teach you to be more careful with my things in the future. Now shove that shark of crystal up your cunt." 

        He was so young and so vulnerable and so delicate. His skin was like porcelain. He sobbed as he worked the piece of glass up inside his asshole. Blood ran down his legs. It was quite grotesque. 

         But all of that was a long time ago. Before the dogs and horses and what not. Before Peter had starred in almost a dozen movies including, "Little Peter's Doggie Fuck," "Little Peter Sucks a Horse," "Little Peter endures Nazi Torture," "Little Peter Black Thug Piss Drinker," and "Little Peter's Poop Dinner." 

        His asshole had healed nicely and had been forced to endure much worse things than a shard of glass. Getting fist-fucked by five muscular six-foot six negroes had been far more painful. But the film had sold well, and Mr. Black had a special affection for the battered little boy. 

         So on this particular day, Peter made no noise as he followed his master down the hallway toward the sound stage. 

         Mr. Black opened the door and entered the room. The filming on "Coach's New Team" was in progress. He silently watched, sipping a martini. He liked to personally check the quality of each film. The director of "Coach's New Team" was a twenty two year old ex-convict named Chris. Chris had been sent to prison for Child rape and abuse and torture. Mr. Black understood that Chris was not a mean sort. He just had unusual needs. He was a handsome, well built young man, with a wonderful streak for the sadistic. Mr. Black had taken the boy under his wing, and using his influence, gotten him out of prison. Now Chris was one of his most creative directors. 

         The room was decorated to resemble a gym in a high school. Work out equipment dotted the room, and the school motto, "DO UNTO OTHERS"  hung on the wall. It was a bit of Mr. Black humor. He always tinkered with the scripts of the films himself, often adding bits of esoteric humor. 

        On a mat in the middle of the room, two teenage boys wrestled. They were fourteen years old, both nice looking, and both totally bare assed naked. The cameras whirred silently as the two boys rolled around on the mat, grabbing and twisting and pulling and holding each others naked young bodies. Under the Motto on the wall hung a sign, "Freshman Wrestling."  On the sidelines, stood the actors playing the coach and his assistant. The guy playing the coach was six foot four and filled with muscle. His dick which hung six inches flaccid was now a full ten inches of pulsing prickmeat. He gently masturbated it as he watched the boy's wrestle. His assistant who was some years younger was hung almost as large. The naked boys rolling around on the floor were covered with sweat. 

         Mr. Black watched for a few moments and then raised his hand to stop the filming. "Cut!" he called. Everyone in the room looked at him with fear in their eyes, especially the two boys. 

        Mr. Black squatted down next to the wrestlers.  "Do you boys ever want to go home to see your families again? Do you ever want to see your school mates and your friends? Do you want to l live?" 

         Tears mingled with sweat. The two boys literally glistened.  They were too scared to speak. The nodded. 

        "Well then, I expect a better performance out of you. I expect an Academy Award performance. Tell  you what. The boy who hurts the other boy the most, gets to go home. The boy who bites the other boy's scrotum and dick and tries to chew it to pieces, gets to go home. The boy who loses, gets fucked in the ass by a very large donkey  in our Mexican Studio and may never be seen or heard of again. And you should know by now, that I never lie. So I want to see some real fighting here. In this film, the coach is a fucking pervert. He molests and enslaves the boys on his team. So his wrestling practices are a bit unusual. There are no rules. No regulations.  The boy who hurts and damages his opponent the most wins. Extra points are given for ball sack biting, and penis chewing. You boys are both nicely hung for your age, and so there is plenty there to punch and pull and bite. That's what my customers want to see. Now after we find a winnder, Then the Coach rewards him by letting the kid suck on his big fat dick and balls. And throw a little asshole sucking action in too." 

        Mr. Black glanced at Chris. "You sure neither of these boys has ever sucked dick before?" 

        The handsome director tilted his cute head. "As sure as we can be. They both seem to be total virgins in every sense of the word." 

         "Good that always makes the cocksucking more fun. The wining boy then gets fucked up the ass by coach's assistant." 

         The large man playing the coach frowned. "Why do I have to settle for a suck job and Jeff here gets to fuck the slut? Ain't I done good work for you, Mr. B?" 

        Mr. Black studied the large somewhat frightful man. "Of course, you have performed stunningly. But you have fucked teen and pr-teen boys in my last five films, and the audience wants to see some new dick. Jeff here is a fresh face and a fresh cock, and while it is not quite as thick or long as yours, I'll bet he knows how to hurt a boy beautifully." 

        Jeff smile, and he had a killer smile. "Just give me a chance, Mr. Black."  His huge dick twitched and started to drip. The boys on the mat started to cry. 

        "Catch their crying with the hand held camera will you, we can play that under the credits. Now, Stan, I am not angry, but if you ever complain about one of my decisions again, I shall have you kicked out of our company and deported so far away, you have no idea where you are. Be grateful you have a beautiful young teenage boy to lick your big sweaty balls and suck your dick."

         "I wasn't complaining Mr. Black. Honest. I was just asking." 

         "I'm relieved because it sounded like complaining to me." 

          "Can I hurt the boy?" 

          "You may slap him around all you like, and deep throat him. I don't care if his vocal cords are injured, but I don't want any broken bones because He has to star in another film, "Ryan's Total self-Abuse" later in the week. Then, while Jeff here fucks the winning boy, You Stan, tie up the losing boy and hang some really heavy weights from his tender teenage nuts. Make sure the ball sack is stretched unbelievably. I want the guys watching the film to totally freak out at how much the fuckbag is stretched. Don't let the boy pass out. I want his screams to fill the room."

         Now the big lout playing the coach smiled. "Oh boy, thanks Mr. Black. That wasn't in the script." 

         "You know I always tweak the scripts to please our clients. I have a man in Seattle wants to see some really extreme teenage ball sack torture."

          "Jeez, Sir. what if I stretch it too far and it rips or something?" 

           "Well, try not to. Because after has been stretched almost to his knees, we are going to have you and Jeff here stick long thick pins into it. Then we are going to bore a tiny hole in the sack and fill it with liquid until the bag is swollen like a grapefruit. then we remove the pins and watch the liquid squirt out through the pin holes. that should make for some exciting cinema. You may also stick some pins through his dick. But not more than twenty or thirty. And make sure he does not lose consciousness. If he passes out, piss on his face to wake him. Catch all of this with two cameras, one on his face at all times, showing his agony." Mr. Black turned to the boys on the floor. "Now you see, you have further incentive to wrestle hard. The winner gets the special treat of sucking dick and getting fucked. While the loser gets tortured until his young scrotum is totally ruined." 

           Mr. Black ignored the sobbing of the two teenage wrestlers. He rose and straightened his trousers and turned to Chris, the young director. 

          "This delay is your fault, Chris. I expect better things out of you.  There was no life, no energy in their wrestling. And we should hear the sound of their breathing and fear their little hearts will burst from exertion.  We should hear the slapping of fuck meat as the coach and assistant beat their dicks watching the two boys. I hope you completed the footage of the boys physical exams and of them taking a shower before today, as once these two are finished with them, they will never be the same again. I doubt either boy will ever smile or laugh again. And the boy who wins, after Jeff finishes fucking him, have him patched up and bathed, so we can get him ready for part two, where he is fucked by the whole wrestling team. How interesting that he will find that he and his little chum here are the only white boys on an all black wrestling team, and that each of his negro teammates has a dick that is over eight inches in length. I want him sucking while he gets fucked, and then I want him double fucked. Two big black dicks up his ass at the same time. I want the audience to feel his unbearable pain.  But I am getting ahead of myself. We need to finish part one first. " Mr. Black snapped for this tray barer to follow him.  "Very well, carry on." 

          He left the room, a bit perturbed that the moment he didn't oversee each film himself, things seemed to fall apart. All the action was there, but it lacked energy and spontaneity.  Wealthy perverted men were paying fortunes for these films, they had to be top-notch quality. Did people think available, cute, vulnerable teenage boys grew on trees? Kidnapping these boys, and paying off police and other officials alone was a monumental effort. In fact that was the most difficult part of the whole thing. 

         There was a slight impatience in his walk as Mr. Black moved toward the next room. A tension not usually there. He would have to work that out in the afternoon  Hong Gar Kung Fu work out to which he always devoted an hour every day. He'd have a cute naked boy of fifteen or sixteen brought in and he would practice his kicks to the boy's face. Not too hard, after all this was just a workout. He could easily break his opponent's neck with one kick if he chose to. Or break a nose. He might break the kid's nose just for fun. Depends on how cute the kid turned out to be. 

         In the second room, the filming had not yet started. The star of the room stood to one side, quite nervous. Mr. Black approached him. 

         "How are you feeling Damon, ready for your big film debut?"  

         The man to whom he spoke had never acted before. He had never made a film before. He too had been sprung from prison. He was a six foot two black gang leader of  nineteen, with an ebony body as smooth as silk and muscles that rippled for days beneath the velvet like skin. His face was beautiful in a cruel savage like way. And between his legs hung an unbelievable dick as thick as a beer can and hanging over seven inches flaccid. 

        Damon rubbed his hard six pack stomach with one nervous hand. "I'm kind of up tight, Mr. B. I don't want to fuck up, you know?" 

        Mr. Black reached down and cupped the full low hanging scrotum of the negro. "Well, if you fuck well, you won't fuck up. You could have a marvelous career with my organization. With a dick that measures over twelve inches hard, and you only nineteen years old, think of the wonderful partnership we could have." 

        "Thas' jus' it. I wants to do a really bang up job fo' you." 

        "Then remember. Our clients pay to see perversion. Our films go much further than anything you can buy in a store or over the internet. So you can't be afraid to go all the way. We never do snuff, but pretty much everything else goes. What you need to remember today is to bang your partner as hard and rough as you can."

        As he spoke, Mr. Black fondled the scrotum and dick of the black teen. Damon hated to have guys touch him down there. He hated guys touching him anywhere. But he hated more being in prison with the potential of having to fight for his life every day to save his ass cherry. Better to let Mr. Black fuck his ass and play with him, than to have to submit to prison gangs raping him. And believe me, as beautiful a black buck as Damon was, he would be an immediate target in prison. So he put up with Mr. Black's fingers on his amazing dick. He even sucked on Mr. Black's dick. The very first dick he ever sucked. He even allowed Mr. Black to fuck his virgin ass.  However his new boss had assured him that eighty percent of his film work would be straight fucking. He had not fucked cunt in almost six months, not since he had been arrested. His  big bloated nigger nuts were about to burst from fuck need. Eighty percent fucking beautiful girls. That meant only twenty percent of his sex action had to be with faggots. And Mr. Black had promised him that of that twenty percent ninety-eight would be him fucking others and getting served. And the money was unbelievable. So things were looking up. 

         Mr. Black peeled back the thick nigger foreskin to examine the pink dickhead and the wide piss hole. "This is really a beautiful dick. I know you will do it justice and give me a really violent, rough fuck. I want her fucked in the mouth and ass and cunt and I want you to go from hole to hole. I want her fucked in every possible position for at least forty minutes before you shoot. And I want you to shoot on her face."   

        Damon smiled. "I'll slam dat cunt's body 'til she  go through da floor! I gonna split her twat open until she just one big screaming fuckhole! I loves to hurt dem, Mr. B. Just you watch me." 

       Mr. Black gently pumped the thick black dick.  "Good. She's young, you know."

       "Ah, sweet. I likes em young. I fucked a thirteen year old white girl jus' before I got arrested. I fucked her so hard, she couldn't walk. We laughed and laughed watchin' her waddle when she tried to leave."

        "Well, this girl is quite young. And she has never seen a cock before. You are going to need to teach her everything. How to suck, how to spread her cunt lips for you. How to stick her ass up so you can plow it. Don't be afraid to slap her around. The filming I just came from was lackluster and boring. I want to see lots of excitement here and lots of tension. Don't just better her, but teach her to respect your big black dick. Introduce her to cocksucking. Teach her how to lick your big balls and your asshole. She's never licked an ass and it will be traumatic for her. We want to capture all of that." 

         "Don' worry, Mr. B. I educate her real well. I have her lick and suck my toes, and I spit all over her face and den spit kiss her real good. My fucking tongue almos' as long as my dick, Ha ha. I teach her how to be a proper little slut." 

         Mr. Black smiled.  "That's the key. She is walking in this room a totally innocent little virgin, and I want her to leave a totally fucked and fucked up dick slut. Okay Mr. Beasley, you are the director, start the cameras rolling. I want the cameras on her when she comes through the door and sees her first cock...a twelve inch black one." 

        Damon's dick was standing tall now, well as tall as it could. It was so thick and heavy that it hung a bit downward when fully erect. But t pulsed and twitched and leaked. A truly frightening sight for any girl. The camera played over Damon's body, every inch of it, but especially the fuckmeat. Then, it panned to the door. 

        The door opened and in walked.....

        Well she was so tiny the camera had to pan down. She had no breasts yet, and not a single hair on her bald little virginal pussy. A look of stark terror was on her sweet young face. She trembled as she walked. She looked at the huge black man who was going to fuck her. She only came up to his dick. 

       "Holy, Shit, Mr. B. YOu said young, but....I mean...well....." 

       "Too young for you, Damon? Shall I replace you?" 

       "Fuck no, Mr. Black. Dis little bitch cunt is every street nigger's dream!"