TWINK NUMBER TWELVE
Mikey’s first day filming on a Saul Bennett Production grows out of control… everything grows out of control.
TWINK NUMBER TWELVE (or “FUCK ZOMBIES – THE SERIES”) (A Later Chapter from the “Saul Bennett” Saga) By absman420
(AUTHOR’S NOTE: After reading Tattcub’s awesome contribution my “Saul Bennett” universe, I decided I wanted to play with a chapter myself. So, yes, this is a sequel to “Why You Shouldn’t Trust Saul Bennett”, but not a direct sequel – it would come somewhat later, near the denouement of the series. And it doesn’t end the saga, either. Ha! But it should give you some idea of what I was intending to do with the overall plot..
(Thanks, tattcub, for re-inspiring me.)
They wanted to film a test scene – that’s all Mikey knew as he walked into the studio – but he had attitude, anyway. They were making him audition, like he was just some kid looking for work, not an established name at a major studio. He’d heard rumors that the producer guy, this Saul Bennett he was meeting today, was kind of an asshole. But he was big in the industry – really big – he could make or break a guy’s career. And MIkey was kind of hoping for “make” – he’d suck anybody’s cock for the right incentive.
And Mikey was a VERY talented bottom boy. Youth and flexibility – and a seemingly insatiable sexual appetite – kept the public interested. No matter who was fucking him, not matter what the scene, no matter the budget, Mikey looked like he loved it. And in fact, he really did. He got to fuck for hours on end with these amazingly hot guys in front of an audience – nothing could be more tailor-made.
Right before he got out of his car, he did a little bump of tina – it helped him relax and ride the ride – he had a whole little system of bathroom breaks worked out to keep his buzz fresh when shooting. He kept a supply in his makeup kit.
The offices were on the ground level and the studio was in the basement – so they could control light and noise more easily, Mikey guessed. He quickly crossed the parking lot and entered the building, thinking to himself how empty and deserted the area was – an anomaly in Southern California – but porn studios had to exist where they could afford to, he supposed, usually on the outskirts of society.
Mikey entered the reception area and found it empty, though the lights were on and the background music was lightly playing – it appeared as if the receptionist had just stepped out for a second. On the other hand, Mikey thought, it WAS a Saturday – maybe there was no weekend receptionist?
The receptionist’s desk was completely clean but for one manilla envelope that had Mikey’s name written on it in marker. He dropped his backpack the floor and opened the envelope – a handwritten note paperclipped to a form. “MIKEY –” the note read, “WE ARE DOWNSTAIRS IN PRODUCTION. PLEASE SIGN THE ATTACHED RELEASE AND JOIN US ON SET AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. THANKS, SAUL BENNETT”
A standard release form with the title “FUCK ZOMBIES – The Series” across the top. “Zombie Porn?” Mikey thought, rolling his eyes. “What next…?”
Giggling to himself, he quickly signed the form, assuming it was like all the others he’d signed through the years. He wasn’t sure whether to leave it on the desk or take it with him to give to them on set, but he quickly decided on the latter and stuffed it into his backpack.
He didn’t see the small digital camera mounted on the wall behind the desk that emotionlessly recorded his signing the form, stuffing it into his backpack and exiting the office. He didn’t see the camera in the hallway that followed his progress to the staircase leading downstairs to the studio, either. More, he didn’t realize the staircase door locked behind him as he went through.
Mikey had no idea that he was already in the movie.
There was nothing to tell him he shouldn’t – no production light, no sign – so Mikey pushed the door open and stepped inside, hearing the swoosh and click of the door closing behind him. It was a big space – bigger than anything Mikey had ever worked in – easily a thousand square feet, each corner with a separate set (except the corner he was standing in, that just had production equipment, cameras and cables and boxes) – great porn backgrounds.
But empty – not a soul on set, although lit like they were filming – it’s like everybody took a smoke break at the same time. The place stank of new sex and old sweat. “Hello?” Mikey tentatively called, his voice echoing through the space as he looked around more carefully.
In the far left corner was a locker room set, replete with a row of metal lockers, a tiled shower area, a urinal and a wooden bench. The far right corner, another set, a wrestling mat with a giant scoreboard on the wall behind it, another bench and a banner reading “PRIAPUS U” in collegiate font.
And before him was the gym set, a squat rack, a cable crossover, big mirrors on the wall for the Priapus Tops to flex for themselves, and a bench press, partially obscured in Mikey’s sightline.
But then he heard somebody move, as if coming to awareness themselves. “Hello?” Mikey called, taking a few steps forward. Again, another moan – and then Mikey could see.
There was a guy tied to the bench press!
“What the fuck…?” Mikey said under his breath as he quickened his pace. Okay, it’s a porn set, and the guy was tied to the bench with those rubber warm-up bands that bodybuilders use to pump up with, but still…
The guy was face down on the bench, his hips straddling the end, so that he wasn’t quite able to kneel on the floor – his arms tied to the opposite end with the rubber bands, so he couldn’t get up either. He wore the remains of a jockstrap and athletic socks pulled to the knee – from the looks of it, his hole had been worked hard – there was clearly the remains of sex leaking from him. From the sounds he made on Mikey’s approach, he was clearly gagged, too.
Nicely built guy, lean, swimmer’s bod – oddly, there was something familiar about him.
It wasn’t until Mikey saw him from the front that he recognized the poor gagged boy.
“BUNNY?!?” he nearly screamed, kneeling to pull the gag off. (The gag was a jockstrap tied round Bunny’s head, holding another jockstrap that had been stuffed in his mouth – both used.) “What the fuck…? What’s going on?”
Bunny was talking before the jockstrap was completely out. “You gotta get out of here!” he squealed in his bass-less tenor. “Hurry! Before he comes back! It’s not a movie, Mikey! It’s not a fucking movie!”
Mikey frantically untied the rubber straps, trying desperately to free his friend. “Hold on,” he whispered. “Almost got it….” And then he did! “There!”
Bunny was nearly crying, trying to sit up on the bench – Mikey had seen Bunny naked a million times, but he’d never noticed fey little Bunny being in this kind of shape – he looked like a swimmer, not a twink. Bunny must be off the meth. “He just kept fucking me and fucking me. He was fucking relentless!”
Mikey sat next to him and held him as he regained his strength. “What happened, Bunny?” he tried to say calmly. “What’s going on?”
The tears started to flow. “I thought it was a movie,” he sobbed. “Just a scene – but with Mick Masterman! A fucking legend! Who wouldn’t do that?”
“Mick Masterman? That limp-dicked old has-been…?”
“NO!” Bunny yelled, suddenly agitated again – scared. “He was on something! He was fucking HUGE, like some over-roided bodybuilder, hairy… crazy! Like, roid-rage crazy! And his cock – that gigantic cock… he just. Kept. Fucking!” Sobbing again, Bunny buried his head in Mikey’s neck.
Mikey tried to comfort him, reaching around his friend’s well-defined upper back (since when did Bunny have such a nice build?), but in fact, his only real thought was escape. Escape and sort it out later. “Let’s get out of here,” he said.
But they weren’t able to leave – the door was locked. It must’ve locked behind him as Mikey had entered. Fuck. He banged against the handle a few times, to no avail – it was locked. Fuck.
His cell phone!
He tapped his pockets – it was in his backpack! He’d put it on airplane mode and slipped it into his pack so it wouldn’t interfere with filming. He’d dropped his backpack by the camera when he first saw Bunny. There!
Mikey squatted down and dug the phone out – no signal, of course. They were in a basement – when he heard Bunny say, “Do I look bigger to you?”
Mikey looked up to see Bunny looking at himself in the mirrors of the gym set. “What?”
“I’m bigger,” Bunny said, caught somewhere between joy and horror as he timidly flexed. “What’s happening to me?”
Mikey wanted to remain calm – he wanted to be the strong one, the leader – but he really wasn’t that Alpha-type. Worse, he was still under Tina’s influence. Still, points to Mikey for trying so hard. “We gotta get out of here,” he said, as he approached Bunny. “C’mon… we’ll figure it out later.”
“What if what they’d done to that guy Masterman was, like, something you could CATCH? Like an STD?”
“Bunny, that’s fucking crazy,” Mikey said, putting his arm around Bunny’s shoulders and trying to lead the muscular twink toward the door. “It’s the lights, or the mirrors, or something – we’ll figure it out later.”
But Bunny shook him off, keeping his focus on his reflection. “But you should’ve seen that guy, Mikey. He was huge – like the Hulk huge. And he just kept fucking me with that huge cock…”
Mikey suddenly noticed Bunny’s cock, barely held by the tattered jockstrap he’d been raped in – Bunny’s cock was getting hard. “I’m getting bigger, Mikey. Like, I’m a regular GYM-Bunny now!” He put his hands behind his head and flexed his abs, smirking. “Look at that!” he said, more to himself than Mikey. “This is crazy…”
“It’s okay, Mikey,” he said – double biceps – “I feel okay. Better than okay.” His cock WAS getting harder.
“Bunny, five minutes ago you were tied to a bench press being raped – you’re NOT okay.”
Bunny flexed his impressive pecs, lost in his own reflection. “Yeah, he fucked me pretty good,” Bunny said, adjusting his growing cock absently. Once he touched it, though, it got his attention. “Holy fuck,” he said. “My cock, too! My fucking COCK is bigger!”
“No, seriously, dude! My cock is bigger. I don’t know what they did to me – but I’m getting muscles and I’m fuckin’ horny as hell at the same time! This is fuckin’ crazy! LOOK AT ME!!!”
He was bigger now – there was no question about it. Bunny was literally growing before their eyes. What the fuck was going on? Impossible…
Mikey was starting to panic, hyperventilate. All he could think about was escape. Running back to the door, he slammed his weight against it – all 145 pounds – not that it did much good. It wasn’t budging. He looked back at Bunny, who was openly masturbating while looking at himself in the mirror, a smile on his face, running his hand over his significant cock, while the other hand caressed his rock hard abs..
“Fuck!” Mikey swore. “Fuck… THINK! There’s gotta be a way out of here! Bunny, is there any other way out of here?”
“That’s a fuckin’ TOP’S cock, isn’t it?” Bunny asked, his voice gaining a kind of an edge, a kind of roughness, a deepness it hadn’t had before.
In the locker room set, there was a door with “Coach’s Office” stenciled on its frosted window – maybe that led somewhere. Desperately, Mikey ran to it and ripped it open, only to discover it was a prop door that led nowhere. Mikey was beginning to seriously panic.
“How come we never fucked, Mikey?” Bunny asked, turning away from the mirror in the gym set and slowly strolling toward Mikey in the locker room portion of the set – not casually, more like he was stalking his prey. He still had the jock on, but his cock was throbbing out the top band, SIGNIFICANTLY bigger than Mikey had remembered it, even the few times Mikey had seen Bunny hard. It leaked precum.
“Cause we’re friends, Bunny,” Mikey said, his voice quivering even as he tried to remain calm. Trying to joke, he added, “And we’re both bottoms…”
“Maybe…” Bunny said, stroking his big cock without breaking eye-contact with Mikey, “…but who could be a bottom with a cock like this?”
Mikey kept backing away, until he was against the lockers. “C’mon, Bunny… stop…”
Bunny snorted, coming right up into Mikey, putting his very muscular arms on either side of him, trapping him. “Why, Mikey?” he growled. “You came here to make a movie – let’s make a movie!”
Mikey pushed against Bunny’s meaty pectorals, unable to move the growing beast. Bunny easily shoved him against the lockers, laughing while he did it. “Stop…” Mikey whined, nearly in tears. As Bunny tried to kiss him, Mikey turned his head away and said, “No!”
Bunny was enraged. “Fuck you!” he roared, slapping Mikey across the face. Before MIkey could react, Bunny grabbed his jaw and forced Mikey into a kiss. Mikey could feel Bunny pressing into him, feel Bunny’s rock hard cock against his abs as Bunny’s tongue invaded his mouth. Still, he struggled. He struggled like the caught prey he was. “Yeah, fight,” Bunny growled. “Fuckin’ hot…”
Without any real effort, Bunny’s ever-growing strength forced Mikey down over the locker room bench, easily dominating him, knocking the wind out of him slightly. Bent over the side, Bunny was on him in a flash, ready to mount him. Tearing Mikey’s joggers off, Bunny exposed Mikey’s pert little ass, framed in the little neon-colored jockstrap he wore. “Fuck…” Bunny mumbled, his voice deeper along with his new size, gravelly.
Mikey tried to escape, but Bunny easily held him down with one massive arm – then Mikey felt Bunny’s cock press against his hole. “NO!” Mikey screamed, finding his breath. “Stop! Please… BUNNY!”
But Bunny slathered his dick in spit and pre, and pressed right on in. Now, Mikey was a talented bottom, but even he needed a warm-up before taking something this large – and even then, willingly. He tried to breathe.
“Tight…” Bunny grumbled, pushing more in.
Mikey had done a scene once with a Brazilian guy who was over eleven-and-a-half inches, and it took most of the morning (and most of his poppers) before Mikey could completely take the guy. But that guy had been a good top – he knew what his dick could do to people – he spent a LOT of time on foreplay, preparing his target, teasing his way inside. This rabid Bunny just forced his way in.
Bunny had clearly never fucked a guy before – he was like a young buck mating for the first time – he didn’t know what to do with his dick. His thrusts were uneven and arhythmic, forceful and blunt – a desperate and angry fuck. He was getting off on his own power, his own growth – Mikey just happened to be the hole he was inside.
Mikey struggled, of course, not that it did much good. As Bunny got bigger and bigger, his strength increased, too. He was so deep inside Mikey, he nearly crushed his prostate. Mikey didn’t want to enjoy it, but he’d never taken anything like this before – he’d have liked to been a lot higher. His ass was so full…
And suddenly, the assault increasing as Bunny neared orgasm. Mikey realized his own cock was rock hard – why? – just as Bunny exploded into him, causing Mikey to orgasm himself. He’d never felt anything so unexpected and intense. They both screamed.
Bunny didn’t stop fucking, but the thrusts slowed down as he dumped more and more cum into Mikey’s hole. It didn’t leak out – it was like it was filling him and the root of Bunny’s cock was a plug.
When Bunny did finally pull out – pulling out a cock significantly bigger than the one that had gone in – Mikey was finally able to get a good look at him. His cock wasn’t the only thing that had grown while he’d been inside Mikey.
Skinny twink Bunny was now a bodybuilder, a gym-junkie, a swollen muscle-head overdosing on testosterone. Except his body was making the testosterone – his body was overdosing on itself. Mikey was no stranger to the gym – he’d seen those apes. He’d even seen them naked, with their shriveled balls and tiny dicks. But not Bunny. Bunny was like one of those Tom-of-Finland pics come to life, overly muscular and impossibly overhung. Except with crazy eyes.
Bunny looked at Mikey, his eyes glazed and unfocused, and flexed a Most-Muscular, roaring. “Fuck!” he yelled, spit flicking from his mouth. “Gotta fuck!” His cock was just as rock-hard as it had been before, if not bigger. Mikey tried to scramble away, but the big beast kept forcing him back.
Suddenly, Mikey’s leg was free, so he kicked Bunny square in those ponderous balls, which at least made the guy release him. Bunny stood up straight and grabbed himself, yelping in pain.
Mikey wanted to run, but there was nowhere to run. And even as deft as Mikey was, he was nothing compared to his overly-muscled pursuer. Mikey had barely made it to the wrestling area on the other side of the set when he felt Bunny tackle him roughly to the mat, Bunny’s solid shaft against his leg – Mikey could feel the heat of it. Bunny was humping his leg like a dog in heat, desperate to find a way back into Mikey’s hole, but seemingly too stupid to know where it was. Cum and sweat and spit – Mikey could taste it in the air – he’d wrestled in high school for a season, so he knew a little something about rolling with his weight, gaining the advantage.
He felt oddly strong rolling on top of the humping Bunny, a strange mix of masculine and powerful. After being raped by this guy, he didn’t feel the slightest bit intimidated by his size or his strength. He was too angry – to be honest, he felt a little turned on.
The more he wrestled with Bunny, the easier it became to control him. He struggled, but Mikey moved him from hold to hold – whenever Bunny out-muscled one, Mikey was ready with the next. And Bunny seemed to get weaker and weaker, or at least, easier to counter. Mikey felt absurdly strong, powerful, his rage and desperation growing too.
Fuck, he was horny.
Dominate this fucker, he thought to himself. Fucking take his hole the way he took mine. Hard! Fucking make this fucker my bitch. Show him! “C’mon,” he growled, “let’s make a movie…”
And Bunny struggled beneath him, but fuck him, he deserved to be fucked! Mikey’s horny, hard cock slammed into Bunny’s unprepared hole. Bunny screamed – a masculine, deep-throated “No!” but Mikey was beyond thinking. All he wanted to do was dominate this bitch.
He was so strong – and when he saw himself in the wall mirror, he knew why. He was gigantic, muscular, powerful. What the actual fuck…?
He flexed for himself as he fucked Bunny, losing himself in the masculine necessity of dominance and power. He grew. He grew like Bunny grew, muscular and over-hung. And when he finally came, he stopped thinking altogether.
After that, it was just two over-hung, hairy muscle-beasts fighting and fucking, each trying to get on top of the other, each trying to score the other’s hole.
When they started damaging equipment, apparently, that was enough. Small nodules in the ceiling – that looked like a regular sprinkler system – released a colorless/ odorless gas that seemed only to slow them down at first, until they ultimately collapsed, thrusting their hips even into unconsciousness.
Less than a minute later, four men in hazmat suits entered through the double doors – they were armed with tasers, and even though unnecessary here, they still took their precautions – bringing two gurneys.
Carefully, they loaded the things that had been Mikey and Bunny each onto a gurney and rolled them out – one of the techs wisely grabbed Mikey’s backpack and loaded it onto the lower shelf of his transport.
A few minutes after that, a cleaning team entered the set and began spraying it down, the smell of ammonia filling the air.
Safely in his office some two floors away, Saul Bennett turned off the monitor where he’d been watching the scene play out. They’d gotten some good raw footage out of it – the hidden cameras had captured two transformations, that wrestling sequence, nearly an hour of straight-up fucking, and even some believable dialogue with REAL emotion behind it! Even Saul Bennett appreciated the irony in that. FUCK ZOMBIES – The Series was gonna be his biggest money-maker ever!
His reverie was broken by the uncomfortable, impatient movement from the little bodybuilder who sat in the seat across from him – he’d been tapping his foot throughout the entire sequence. “Something on your mind, Tino?”
“That’s twelve,” the little guy said – right to business. “You said after a dozen you’d release him.”
Bennett nodded, taking a sip from the coffee cup on his desk. “That’s true,” he murmured, a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.
“Well, that was Twink number twelve,” Tino said. “There’s your dozen. You said after twelve guys, you’d… let my husband out of his contract.”
Bennett chuckled. “Of course, Tino. You’ve been very patient with me.” He paused for a second, and just as Tino was about to jump in, Bennett continued. “One final indulgence, though, if you don’t mind… the last scene. I need him for the orgy, Tino. What’s a porn movie without an Orgy for a finale? And what’s an orgy without the star of the show, Mick Masterman?”
Tino sighed dramatically. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he said. “Are you kidding me? A zombie orgy scene? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Bennett just sat there at his desk, fiddling with an unlit cigarette, imagining the possibilities, waiting for the little bodybuilder to make the final connection.
So Tino continued. “And just who are they gonna fuck? Anyone who gets their cum in them ends up one of them. Then they’re just gonna destroy everything as they fight to see who fucks who. Sounds more like Pro Wrestling Summer Slam than a porn movie.”
Bennett lit his cigarette and took his first drag before he responded. “Unless the bottom was somehow… IMMUNE to the effects of the ‘zombie virus’…” He made eye-contact with the little bodybuilder. “That would work. Don’t you think so, Tino…?”
Tino was silent – serious – suspicious.
“What are you talking about?” he asked nervously. “I’M the only one who’s….”
Bennett’s smile grew as the realization sunk in. “I”m gonna be very happy to have you in my movie, Tino! I’m so glad we finally found a project we can work on together.”
Tino stood, furious. “Fuck you, Saul Bennett! How fucking dare you? You think you’re gonna add me to your little collection, well you can fucking forget that shit! I will never… EVER… lower myself to your blackmail bullshit! I won’t…”
Even Bennett was surprised at how quickly the little gadget he aimed at Tino’s face worked – but when Bennett pressed the button, the little capsule dispelled the gas and Tino went down like a sack of bricks.
Saul Bennett smiled.
For Tino, consciousness came an indeterminate time later, with a feeling that he might be floating. No… swinging. Like in a hammock during a summer dream.
He was so horny.
When he was finally able to open his oh-so-heavy eyes, he realized he wasn’t in a hammock – he was in a sling. Spread-eagled, his wrists and ankles were strapped tightly to the frame – struggle though he might, Tino wasn’t going anywhere.
He was on set, so he knew the cameras were running. He was about to scream something to Bennett when he heard the thumping at the double doors.
Tino could see them through the safety glass – the fuck zombies, the muscle-beasts, the whole baker’s dozen, including his husband, the biggest of them all. Mindlessly, they attacked the doors, suddenly aware of Tino and his unguarded hole.
Tino began screaming as soon as they burst through.