We are witnessing the filming of the trailer for the movie "Boy's First Time . . . In Hell! vol. 35". The premise for the franchise was simple: the films were all about two women who hunted down innocent virgin boys to torture and rape. Granted, the series has been starting to get repetitive for a while now (there are, after all, a limited variation in terrible and degrading things you can do to boys) but as long as they enjoy making them and, most important of all, the audience enjoys watching . . . They will probably make it until vol. 50 at least.
A lovely naked boy is attached firmly to a marble pillar, his arms stretched out wide and legs spread. The camera below is capturing torture tools getting prepared, the helplessly erect penis in the forefront. We all know by now what's going to happen.
But the boy doesn't. For real. As, for the needed authenticity, they make sure that the male star is what he is supposed to be: a virgin. And there's no question he is not here by his own volition. Again, it's all about authenticity, their trademark.
A little trickery, then, is needed for acquiring the stars.
Yvette caresses the boy, talking to him in half-whisper. "I didn't lie to you" she says. "I told you you'd have quite the first experience! You will. *giggle* Aww, don't be mad. You'll do great, I'm sure! The audience will adore you. Tell you what, I will make it up to you afterwards. I will teach you to eat pussy real good. No, I insist!"
Laticia grins. Yvette is so fucking evil!
Oh, but had the boy had the most amazing reaction, coming to, restrained like this. Understanding how he'd been deceived. And what was about to happen to him now. She just loves that shit. Their terror makes her so wet.
Yvette steps aside with a blown kiss to him. She gives him the thumbs up.
The two torturers come to the boy. Another camera follows them. They wear nasty grins on their faces. They are a couple of older, rather coarse women. Nothing you would call attractive in conventional terms. (The audience loves seeing these kind of hardened, callous women abusing young beauties)
"Aren't you a pretty one!" one says.
The camera moves to him, licking his naked, shaved body, giving us a good look of the beauty about to be despoiled.
Their hands are all over him then. No acting is needed, he is clearly abhorred by their touch as much as they enjoy it. And they enjoy his abhorrence. They laugh, they taunt him. He writhes and whimpers. The camera pans all around.
One of the women goes behind the boy, starts to pinch his nipples. The other one lowers herself down in front of him. She grabs his cock, pulls back the foreskin. Spits on the head and starts to masturbate it. Laticia gets all this, and other camera records his lovely expressions of violation. "We will teach you the ways," the woman says as she jerks the cock, then turns look at the camera with a grin, "of pain!"
"Cut!"
The director is satisfied. It was just the right flavor of cheese for a trailer. The rest will be footage from torture itself.
"Let's all be ready to continue in fifteen minutes!" the director cries in her megaphone.
Then begins the filming of the movie itself.
Laticia was openly masturbating behind the camera (it was not uncommon). There was just something so appealing about the contrast of these hard older women and the soft young thing. How they devoured him!
After good long while of various forms of abuse, the film was nearing its end. This was the final scene, the handjob scene. The boy was strapped to a table. The other woman was mercilessly masturbating his mishandled member, while the other one was riding his tongue, kept outstretched by a special open-mouth gag. While she did so she was toying with his nipples. A fuck-machine was in between his leg, thrusting a large dildo in his ass at a fast pace. His balls were in a vice emitting a low level of electric shock in addition to the squeeze.
The movies of the franchise always culminated in a big cumshot. It was cathartic to see after long scenes of torture. A forced, and unpleasant, orgasm was just the cherry on top of his many sufferings.
The sounds of his whimpering cries - made extra desperate-sounding by the pussy, and alternatingly anus, riding his tongue -, the moans of pleasure of the other woman, and the sloshing of oil as the firm-squeezing hand ground around and around his glans, were lovely to listen to. The mic above would capture them all and then the engineers would create that arousing audial atmosphere that the studio was famous for. His noises would be foremost. If there was something women loved listening to, they were boys' desperate noises. The whimpers. The moans. The cries. The begging.
And those delicious noises now rose to crescendo. The woman ground even harder. He was about to cum.
Laticia zoomed in to the cock as it squirted. A big load with lots of pressure, enough for the other woman to get some on her thighs. How he howled and twisted. Laticia panned out to see the woman's wicked grin, as she gave no indication of slowing down. The boy bucked and bucked and cried and cried, but the hand kept twisting and twisting. The woman laughed. Ad-libbed some daunts.
Laticia looked around and the whole crew was smiling. This was a perfect shot! Only the director wore a solemn face as she eyed the scene hard, as if looking for problems to fix.
The merciless post-orgasm torture lasted for a good while. Then the woman relented . . to instead grab a wide strap with which she then proceeded to beat the cock.
"Good boy!" she said, following script. "Good boy!"
Such abuse lasted some minutes longer, the other woman joining in once she had finished orgasming.
Laticia had multiple orgasms herself, watching the wonderful show. The boy's adorable suffering.
The filming would be wrapping up soon. Afterwards, some women of the crew would be wanting to personally congratulate the boy on behalf of his excellent performance. In other circumstances, the director would be having him first, but this one happened to be a firm lesbian. Still, there were plenty others interested.
But Laticia and Yvette had already reserved him first.
Yvette smiled with pleasure. "Good boy, that's it. Ooh, I think he's a natural!"
The boy moaned desperately while his tongue lapped on the girl’s clit. She lounged comfortably on the leg-supports on each side of his head, facing Laticia, who sat on his restrained legs. Together they were giving his cock attention from their shock-wands.
His hips kept twitching with the buzzing electricity, but the straps of the table kept him still.
"I guess the encouragement is working," Yvette said with a grin, while working his frenulum.
"It could be," said Yvette, tracing the tip of her wand across the outline of the corona. "This is how we teach boys," she told him.
They laughed.
This was, of course, much less pain than what had been given to this cock during the filming -or what Laticia would have liked to give it - but since it was sore, even this was plenty to make him feel quite uncomfortable. Which was cool.
Maybe five minutes later, Yvette rose. "As fun as it is, I can't cum this way."
Laticia shocked his slit. "Maybe he could."
The boy cried. "Please! Don't!"
"I think I will!" She laughed, only encouraged.
Yvette giggled at the display. "He's adorable." And she joined in.
After five more minutes of enjoying his begging, they stopped.
"Hey," Yvette said to the boy. "Right. They never did take your virginity, did they?"
Some films of the franchise showed the rape, others didn't (all at least insinuated it).
"Well," she said. "You're in luck."
And she lowered herself onto his cock, slid it inside her. The boy groaned.
"Aww, come now. I know it hurts." Must have, after all the abuse on his rod. "But I'm so horny. And you are my toy." She rocked back and forth. "There. Isn't that nice? *giggle* But aren't you glad your first time is with a pretty girl like me, and not one of those ogres?"
Laticia wasn't going to be left without. She grabbed both wands and went to rest herself on the supports. She ordered him to lick her. And as he did, started applying the wands on his nipples.
And even with that, he did lick surprisingly well. Guess he was a natural!
Yvette closed her eyes and rode harder and harder, digging her nails into his sides.
The boy groaned and cried and convulsed. It was no pleasure, but then pleasure was for women.
"Cum with me!" Yvette cried. "Cum with me!
Laticia was also grinding her pussy hard on his pretty face, hitting the tongue only partially.
And Yvette came. And Laticia sure as hell came. And it seemed the boy came as well. Him being drugged, it was no nice orgasm for him.
The girls kept fucking him as he cried underneath them. A beautiful toy meant to be used. Both girls had at least a couple more orgasms each. Harder to say about him, but then the drugs tended to make boys cum easier after each time.
When they finally rose off they were spent - and very satisfied.
Just not quite done.
They decided to go for a little strap-on fucking. The boy's legs were released and attached to a spreader hanging from the ceiling. The bottom part of the table could be lowered to grant access downstairs. The head part also lowered, so that is was possible to stand behind him and fuck him in the mouth. They gave him some more drugs, to ensure he did not grow too used to the abuse.
The girls attached their double-headers and got to it, Yvette taking his mouth and Laticia his tight little virgin ass (if all the objects used to violate it during the filming did not count as popping his anal-cherry).
And then, crying and gagging, the boy was getting fucked. Hard.
And long.
Until it was time to give the other ladies their turn.