Conquest of Jeff Stryker

The story is a fantasy containing non-consensual sex involving porn star Jeff Styker. It is not meant to imply anything about the sexuality of Jeff Stryker who has appeared in gay, bisexual and straight xxx movies. To my knowledge the story does not in any way express any accurate or factual information regarding any of the persons mentioned herein other than references to films involving Jeff Stryker. The story is a fantasy. (I suspect however, that if Jeff Stryker ever did make one of the films descibed herein, he would make an enormous amount of money.)

This story contains graphic depictions of non-consensual homosexual activities facilitated through the use of the drug Burundanga. (Yes, it's a real substance. Those who doubt its existence or effects should check out the following link http://earthops.net/klaatu/burundanga.html )

Conquest of Jeff Stryker (MMM/M, Oral, Anal, NC, MC, Celeb)

Let me introduce myself. My name is David Brazzo. I'm President of Top Stud Productions -- a gay porn video company that specializes in videos featuring the exploits of some of the hottest and best hung tops in the business. Our films are always from the perspective of the commanding tops who stuff their thick slabs of meat into the mouths of cocksuckers and up the asses of pussyboy bottoms. For several years we had been trying to lure the most famous top in the industry, porn superstar Jeff Stryker, away from his production company and onto our payroll; however, each effort was rebuffed by the big cocked megastud. Jeff has a keen business head and wasn't about to give up the control he enjoyed by switching to a relatively new video company. He called all the shots with his current company; made a good salary from his spectacular on screen efforts; and was simply unmoved by the offers we made to him through our attornies and business agents.

Not one to take "no" for an answer, I was determined to snag this hunk for our company, and launch Jeff Styker into a second, and even more profitable, new career as a gay porn star. Since the indirect approach had failed miserably, I decided that the direct approach would give me the best chance of convincing this monster-dicked stud to tear up his existing contract and to sign up with us. I believed that a face to face meeting had the greatest chance of success. Our stable of tops was quite impressive, but snagging Stryker and his enormous cock, would be the business coup of a lifetime.

I called Jeff personally at his production company; introduced myself as the president of the firm that had been unsuccessfully wooing him for the past few years. I asked if he was willing to have a face to face meeting with me so that I could make him an even more lucrative offer than any we had made before, an offer that I assured him would fatten his bank account and drive his millions of admirers into the heights of sexual joy.

He was polite and firm on the telephone as he once again expressed his decision to stay with his current production company, where he was in charge and where he answered to no one. Throughout our conversation I could detect an undertone of annoyance in his voice at the relentless way in which my company had pursued him over the past several years. As it became more obvious that my overtures were getting me nowhere, I became a bit desperate and decided to try to use Jeff's annoyance with me to my advantage.

"Listen, Jeff. I'll make you a deal. If you agree to come and spend the day with me and my associates at our studio touring our facilities, meeting some of our actors, and listening to our business proposition in detail, I'll agree to respect your wishes at the end of the day, no matter what they are. If you tell me that you aren't interested, then you'll never hear from me or my associates again. And to make sure that you are not inconvenienced by giving up a day, I'll wire $10,000 to your bank account as a consulting fee for your services that day. The $10,000 will be yours, whether you sign with us or not. What do you say?"

I could tell by his hesitation and the way that he groped for words that my unexpected offer had thrown him.

"Look Mr. Brazzo, I don't want you to waste your money. I know that my answer is still going to be "no;" so why should I waste your time and take your money? I have to admit, it's a very generous offer, but I'd feel like a thief if I accepted it knowing full well that I will turn you down at the end of the day," said Jeff.

"You're a class act, Jeff, but it's my money and my ego. I really believe that I can talk you into signing with us. Call me arrogant or call me foolish, but that $10,000 will be money well spent. What do you say? Indulge me? Take this as a challenge to take an arrogant bastard to the cleaners! What have you got to lose? I'll send a limo to your place next Wednesday morning. We'll pick you up; bring you to the studio; and I'll make my pitch. I'll have my accountant call your office later today to arrange for the cash transfer. You'll be $10,000 richer by the end of the day. How about it?"

"You are persistent Brazzo," chuckled Jeff as he finally succumbed to my offer. "I still feel like I'm ripping you off ..."

I cut him off before he could finish his sentence. "How's that expression go, Jeff? A fool and his money are soon parted?" I laughed. "I'll be the fool, and you can have my money!"

"Okay, okay" laughed Jeff in a semi-exasperated manner. "I'll see you on Wednesday. Pick me up at 10:00 AM."

"Thanks, Jeff! If this works out, I'll add new zip to your career, wads of cash to your bank account, and millions of hard ons for your fans. See you Wednesday," I said as I hung up the phone.

"Millie," I shouted excitedly into my intercom. "Call Vlad, Mike, Nicky, Kevin, Duke, Murray, and Phil, and tell them to be in my office tonight at 8:00 PM sharp. Tell them we have a film to shoot and I need them tonight. Tell them its a big job and there's a fat bonus in it for everyone, that includes you too Millie," I said triumphantly as I flipped open a thick dossier containing scores of photographs of Jeff Strkyer; some of him alone proudly stroking his thick slab of meat; others showing his stiff boner stretching the lips of a male co-star, and still others of him penetrating the ass of another male with his trademark horsecock.

"Oh, yes my friend," I mused as my left hand began to rub the bulge in the center of my pants, "by this time next Wednesday, you are going to be the newest acquisition of Top Stud Productions," I said out loud as I stared into a particularly cocky pose of the famous stud with his big dick at full erection. "Only you aren't going to be one of our tops. No, my friend, you are going to be Top Stud Productions' new pussyboy. Enjoy your reign as King of the Tops while you can. After I get through with you, you're going to be Queen of the Bottoms," I continued as I lewdly stroked the hard dick imprisoned in my pants.

"Yup," I went on as I picked up another incredibly hot shot of Jeff with a full masted erection, "After Wednesday, the only time that big dick of yours is going to shoot a load of cum, is when you're on your knees sucking cock, or when your prostate is getting prodded by the head of dick that is plowing in and out of that hot ass of yours. You're about to become a cunt," I said as I traced his full lips on a closeup of his handsome face. "My cunt!"

Millie was successful in tracking down all of the guys for the evening meeting, although we had to delay the meeting until 8:45 PM to accomdate their schedules.

When the last two arrived, I closed the door to my office and reported that we were about to acquire the most famous top in gay porn. Holding up a large color photograph of a full frontal shot of a fully erect Jeff Stryker, I announced beaming proudly "this is the face of the latest acquisition of Top Stud Productions!"

"No way!"

"I don't believe it!"

"How'd you pull that off???"

"You're full of shit!"

"Yeah, right, in your dreams!"

"What have you been smoking?" asked Vlad, a 26 year old, furry chested, well sculpted dark stud of Hungarian-Romanian heritage I had discovered in Europe, who had been the featured top in my two most recent films.

"Nothing Vlad," I laughed. "Nothing at all. I am completely serious about this. I want all of you guys set up and ready to film Jeff Stryker late afternoon next Wednesday. "You, Vlad, are about to become a gay porn superstar," I said looking at my swarthy hunk with pride. "You're going to make an incredibly hot movie with none other than this megastar, I said holding up another picture of Jeff Strkyer, this one showing Strkyer buttfucking Mike Henson.

"No way, David! There's no way that I'm letting Strkyer or anyone else shove his dick up my ass! I'm strictly a top! I don't suck cock, and nobody's dick get anywhere near my ass! I don't care how famous he is," Vlad snapped angrily.

I chuckled quietly to myself as I watched Vlad's reaction. I hadn't recruited Vlad, given him the nickname "Vlad the Impaler," --- after the nobleman on which the Dracula stories were based --- and featured him in my films just to have his image ruined by Jeff Stryker's ass spliting cock.

"Vlad, Vlad! Calm down! Jeff Strkyer isn't getting anywhere near your ass, unless he's on his knees kissing it or giving you a rim job. I said that you are going to become a gay porn superstar. Nobody gets to be a superstar by getting fucked by Strkyer. Hell, he's fucked scores of men. You, Vlad, are going to become a superstar by fucking Jeff Stryker. As a matter of fact, when this movie is released, you will be known throughout the adult film industry as the man who converted Jeff Strkyer into a bottom. Old monster dick is gonna be your personal pussyboy!" I announced to the stunned and disbelieving group.

"No fucking way!" snapped Murray. "I did some freelance work for Stryker's company a while back. Except for that brief scene where he had a dick in mouth for a few moments, that man is strictly a top. You're outta your mind if you think that Strkyer is going to spread his legs for Vlad here. No offense Vlad. I like you a great deal and really respect your acting skills and the way you use that dick, but Jeff Strkyer ain't gonna let you shove your dick up his ass!"

"Not only will Jeff Strkyer let our man Vlad stick his cock up his ass, Mr. Doubting Thomas" I sneered sarcastically, "Jeff's gonna beg Vlad to do it. As a matter of fact, not only will Vlad buttfuck Mr. Megadick, he's gonna do it bareback. That's right! No condom."

"Nahhh, no way!" said Duke as he shook his head in disagreement.

"Oh yes, he will," I declared as I walked around the group of shocked males. "But before we get to the assfucking scene where Jeff Strkyer lays on his back with his legs spread apart while our stud Vlad here busts his cherry, Jeff's gonna drop to his knees in front of my new discovery, Hector Ortiz. Stryker will lick his nuts, suck on his cock, and yes ladies and gentlemen, Jeff Strkyer is going to swallow his first load of nutsauce!" (I had discovered this incredibly handsome hunk, an Esai Morales look alike, working on a construction site when I was visiting Puerto Rico. This would be his film debut.)

"No fucking way!"

"He's going to swallow Hector's entire load," I proclaimed with an exaggerated flourish of my hands. "We're going to have an incredibly hot closeup of our Puerto Rican stud's dick spewing cum wads into the open mouth, and onto the tongue of the impossible to not recognize, Jeff Strkyer. And once our new cocksucker finishes swallowing Hector's load, we're going to pan back and show him wiping his dick off on Jeff's handsome face. The scene will end with the ex-top Jeff Strkyer kissing and licking Hector's cockhead in gratitude! But that scene is going be mild compared to the one in which Vlad buttfucks Jeff and shoots a full cum load into Stryker's ass! We are gonna make a fortune!"

"How the fuck did you pull that off? asked Murray in utter amazement.

"That's strictly between Jeff and I. But rest assured, Top Stud Productions is going to be producing a whole series of "Jeff Stryker Pussyboy" films over the next several weeks," I continued as I swaggered before the seven stupified males.

"Every gay man has had the fantasy of topping Jeff Strkyer. He is the epitome of the hot, dominant top. Well, my friends, Jeff Stryker has made his last film as a top. We are going to transform him from the world's most famous top, into the world's most infamous bottom. Over the next few weeks Jeff Strkyer is going to swallow more cum than that that big dick of his has shot in every movie he every made! He's gonna learn to use that bubble butt to please our Top Stud tops better than Joey Stefano did in all the film he every made, and Joey Stefano knew how to milk a cock with his ass!

"The covers of our videos are going to have close ups of Jeff Strkyer's handsome face covered in hot mansauce! We're going to have awesome shots of Jeff's tongue buried in the ass of every one of our stars! He's going to spend so much time on his knees or on his back that guys are going to have a hard time remembering what he looked like standing up!" I continued.

"We're even planning a special edition of Pussyboy Magazine in which Jeff Strkyer demonstrates the proper way to worship a stud's balls. One of our best sellers is probably going to be the video we've tentatively entiled "Fill Er Up," a sort of cum swallowing marathon in which a whole slew of guys try to fill up Jeff's stomach with cum. I'm working out the math right now as to how many guys I'm going to need to fill our new cocksucker up. I suspect we're going to have to recruit a bunch of extra's to help supply as that semen for our new cum pig," I said as I ran guess-timates through my mind.

"You'll be the most famous porn producer in the world, if you can pull this off," declared Murray. "I'm still going to have to see it to believe it."

"Don't worry," I announced proudly. "By this time Wednesday, every one of you will be a believer. "And as a special momento of the spectacular milestone in gay porn history, I've arranged for each of you to be sucked off, and swallowed by Jeff Strkyer, when we're done filming!"

My seven associates were dumbstruck as the full meaning of what I had just announced began to sink in. Only unintelligible groans and gasps came from them.

"Now, get the hell out of here. We have work to do. I want each of you to take home one of those seven boxes in the corner of the room," I said pointing to the left. "Each box contains a large collection of Jeff Strkyer videos, magazine spreads, interviews, and transcripts from his films. I want you to study everything in the collection. I want you to memorize his lines, study his technique, sensitize yourself to his attitude, and concentrate on his cockiness. Our goal is to completely transform Jeff Strkyer into his polar opposite. We can best do that by turning all of the characteristics which have made him into the world's greatest top against him while we convert him into the world's lowest bottom!" I concluded.

"And Jeff Stryker has agreed to this?" Murray asked.

I looked him directly in the eye and said "Yes."

"I'll believe it when I see it," Murray replied

"You'll believe it he when drops to the floor and blows you!" I laughed. "Now get out of here and start studying that Strkyer material. There's a lot of money riding on this. You help me do a good job on putting together the Strkyer Pussyboy series, and I'll make sure that each of you gets a nice fat bonus, along with a blowjob from Jeff himself!"

As my seven associates left the office for the night, I once again began to thumb through the incredibly erotic photographs in the Stryker dossier. "You don't know it yet my friend," I mused as I held up a magnificent side view of Jeff with his awesome cock at full mast, "but you're going to make me a very rich man -- not that you're going to have any say in the matter," I laughed. "But after Wednesday, you're life will never be the same again. You're going down Jeff Stryker, both figuratively and literally. And I'm the man who's gonna take you down. But, I'm going to need a little help ..." I said to myself as I reached over for my directory of telephone numbers and began to flip through it.

"Ah, here it is. Let's see its only 9:45 PM, he'll definitely be awake," I thought as I began to dial.

"Hey Rafael! How the hell are you? Been fucking anyone interesting lately? Heh, heh. Listen I need a favor. Remember that awesome South American date-rape drug you told me about last year? Is that what it's called --- Burundanga?' It comes from what plant, borrachera?' Tasteless? Oderless? I see. How fast? Immediately! What's the delivery system? Food, uh huh. In a drink. Cigarette? Yes I see. Airborne too? Wow! How long does it last? Days?!!??! Oh, up to several. I see. Smaller doses? Uh huh. Loss of will; won't remember. Submissive? Now you're talking. How submissive? Really? Awesome! What about sex? Great! Inhibitions? Can't say no?' Extremely suggestible? Sex acts without consent or full knowledge?" Really? Powerless to resist? Dreamlike? Any risks? Death! Damn! Control the dosage ... I see. About the sex ... Uh, huh, ummmm. What? She blew your dog! No!!! Get the fuck outta here! Really? Lifeguard? He took it up the ass? Ahhh, hah, hah, hah! Sore? I'll bet! Couldn't figure it out! Great! How do I get my hands on some? Uh, huh. I see. Really? Thanks a lot! I owe you bigtime, Rafael. Listen, what are you doing next Wednesday night? Well, if you'd like to get sucked off, stop by the office after 10:00 PM if you don't mind sloppy seconds. Can't tell you yet, but you'll recognize the cocksucker as soon as you walk into the office. Great! Thanks again. I'll pick it up tomorrow. Don't forget the blowjob offer. Take care. Nite."

"Yesssssss!!!! I yelled as I hung up the phone and snatched a close up picture of Jeff's face which prominently featured his famous, round ass, "You and your sweet little ass are mine!" Later I spent an hour and a half on the Internet reading everything that I could find about Burundanga. Everything that Rafael had said about the stuff was corroborated several times over.

The next morning I stopped by Rafael's office and picked up a small packet filled with a light yellow powder. He refused to take any money for it, but did try to get me to give up the name of the person who was going to suck him off. I resisted all of his efforts at getting me to disclose the name, but assured him that he would be pleasantly surprised. (If he had slipped me a bit of the Burundanga I not only would have told him that his cocksucker was going to be Jeff Stryker, I wouldn't have even remembered telling him!) Once I had my supply of Burundanga I knew that the only thing that could save Jeff Stryker would be a no-show on his part. I was pretty certain that the ten grand I deposited in his bank account would insure that would not happen.

I then spent the next few days lining up Jeff's co-stars, arranging for film crews, reserving facilities for sets, sketching plot outlines for each of the "Jeff Stryker Pussyboy" films I had planned, and laying the groundwork for subjugating, controlling and exploiting that magnificent stud. By Tuesday afternoon everthing was in place. In less than 24 hours, the most famous top in gay porn -- the incredibly handsome, extremely well hung, muscular stud Jeff Stryker -- would become gay porn's most submissive bottom -- a cock sucking, cum swallowing, anal passive pussyboy, totally under my control and absolutely incapable of refusing any demand that I or my actors made.

I could barely sleep that night as I thought about what was going to happen the next day. I was plagued by a raging hard on which begged to be satisfied; but with the help of several cold showers, a stiff belt of vodak, and sheer will power, I resisted. The load I was building up was reserved for Jeff, and nothing was going to stop me from giving it to him.

I got to the office around 8:30 AM the next day in order to go over my plans one more time before Jeff arrived. At a few minutes after 10:00 AM my cellphone rang. It was the limousine driver calling to let me know that he had picked up Stryker and they would be arriving in approximately 30 minutes. Those would be the longest 30 minutes of my entire life!

When the limo finally pulled up in front of my office, I bounded out the door and reached the limousine just as my prey was exiting the vehicle. The sight of this magnificent hunk so close almost took my breath away! Those dark eyes; his thick head of hair; those full lips which I intended to have wrapped around my cock; the little cleft in his chin; and the light five o'clock shadow just screamed masculinity! He was wearing tight, faded blue jeans, which nicely emphasized his muscular frame while drawing one's attention to the large bulge in front. His shirt was also made of denim, but was of a lighter weight than his jeans. It was loose fitting and unbuttoned at the top giving me a quick glimpseof the top of his smooth, tanned chest. He was the archetype of a confident, hot top, who was ready to fuck. I started to get hard the moment I laid eyes on him.

"Jeff, I am really glad that you could make it. Welcome to Top Stud Productions. I'm David Brazzo," I said grasping his hand and shaking it. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I hope that the limousine met with your approval."

His handshake was firm and confident.

"It's nice to meet you David," said Jeff looking directly into my eyes, almost as if to size me up. "This still is a bit bizarre to me. I still feel like I'm ripping you off of $10,000, because you know ..."

"Don't worry about it," I said cutting him off in mid-sentence. "It's a worthwhile investment. It's giving me the chance to try my formidable skills of persuasion on an incredibly resolute individual. I still think that by the end of the day, you'll agree to come work for me, but even if I fail completely, it will be money well spent. Hell, I may not get a new star for Top Stud Productions out of this, but I may end up a new friend," I said grinning from ear to ear.

A broad smile broke out across Jeff's handsome face. "Okay David. It's your money. I'm yours for the day," he said not having a clue as to how much I planned to make him mine for the day. "Lead the way."

We spent the next 45 minutes in my office getting acquainted. We talked a bit about Top Stud Productions, but I made sure that the subject we talked most about was Jeff himself. We discussed his career; how he was discovered; his films; how he acquired his image as the consumate top; the various stars he had topped in his pictures, and even the lawsuit he filed over the marketing of his world-famous dick. (Jeff sued the manufacturer and distributer of a rubberized "Jeff Stryker Cock and Balls" claiming that the company he ripped him off. The suit was settled out of court when the company paid Jeff $25,000.)

He relaxed noticably as the conversation veered away from my job offer and concentrated on him and his career. He sat back in a chair in my office, stretched his legs outwards, and chatted amiably. We had just finished talking about the "Jamie Loves Jeff" films he had done with Jamie Summers, when I announced that my throat was parched and could use something to drink.

I got on the intecom and called my secretary Millie. "Millie, what do we have in the fridge to drink?" I asked.

She responded with a decent list of soft drinks, wine coolers, beer, waters, and fruit juices. She also said that the coffee was fresh, and that she could brew a cup of tea in a few minutes. I looked at Jeff and asked "What'll you have?" He hesitated for a moment and then replied "icewater."

"Did you get that Millie?" I asked.

"Yes I did Mr. Brazzo."

"Great. I'd like a Coke please," I said. "Would you please bring in that container of nuts too? Thanks!"

A few minutes later Millie came through the door carrying a tray. On it was a tall glass of ice water; a tall class of Coca Cola, and a half a pound of mixed, roasted nuts in a cut glass bowl. She set it down on the end table next to Jeff Strkyer's chair, turned around and said "enjoy." As she was leaving I caught her hand and said "Not so fast Millie. I want you to meet someone. Jeff, this is my right arm and the soul of our company, Millie. Millie, meet Jeff Stryker the most famous male star in the business."

"Oh, I know who Mr. Stryker is," said Millie as she extended her hand. "Pleased to meet you," she said. "Don't let David talk your ear off."

"Thanks for the advice, Millie" Jeff responded as he shook her hand. "Thanks for the drink," he said as he picked up the glass of ice water and took a nice swig.

"You're welcome Mr. Stryker," replied Millie as she turned and headed for the door. "If you need a refill, just buzz me" she said as she left the room and closed the door behind her.

As I turned away from Millie and looked back at Jeff, I noticed that he had an odd expression on his face. It was almost as if he had lapsed into a trance. Could the Burundanga have kicked in that swiftly, I began to wonder. As part of my plan to to take control over the big dicked stud who now sat motionless before me, I had brought in a small, portable refridgerator the night before. I had loaded it with all sorts of drinks and beverages, each of which I had carefully spiked with the light yellow powder that Rafael had given me. The powder disvolved rapidly and left no visible change in the beverages. I told Millie that Jeff Stryker had an idiosycrancy about what he ate and drank, and that I had stocked the refridgerator just for him. No one was to touch any of the items reserved for Mr. Stryker. I told Millie to take whatever beverage I asked for from the regular refridgerator, while making sure that whatever Jeff Stryker ordered came from the portable unit. He had just ingested a nice load of Burundanga - laced ice water. And from the look on his face, it seemed that the claim to almost instantaneous results may have been true.

"Jeff? Jeff? Are you okay?" I asked. "Look at me Jeff," I said. "Turn your head and look at me."

His head slowly turned until he was facing me.

"Take another sip of your water, Jeff," I said staring directly into his eyes. Once again he complied and took a sip of spiked water.

I was definitely beginning to get excited.

Getting a bit bolder, but still uncertain of myself, I looked at him and said: "You look uncomfortably warm, Jeff. Unbutton your shirt and cool off a bit."

Sure enough, his hand went to the top button of his shirt and unbuttoned it. Moments later the last button was removed and I was staring at the center of his firm stomach and his smooth, muscular pecs. I could even see a little bit of his left nipple just under the fold of his shirt.

Becoming increasingly emboldened, I stood up; walked over to where he was sitting and softly stroked his left cheek. Discovering no resistance to this uninvited physical contact, I gently grasped his chin; lifted his head upwards and began to slowly rub my thumb across his lips. "Open your mouth a little bit, Jeff," I said as I moved the tip of my thumb to the center of his lips and slowly moved it forward. A fraction of a second later three quarters of my thumb was wedged inside of Jeff Strkyer's mouth. Looking directly into the muscular stud's gorgeous brown eyes I said quietly by firmly "suck my thumb." The words were no sooner out of my mouth when I felt Jeff Stryker begin to nurse on my thumb!

Ecstatic with my initial success, I said "keeping sucking on it, Jeff" while simultaneously thrusting my free hand under the flap of his open shirt. Once inside I began to gently caress his firm pecs, and delicately play with his nipples. A low, almost inaudible groan escaped from him, but he never stopped sucking on my thumb while my hand continued to roam over his chest. After a few moments, I withdrew my hand; pulled my thumb out of his mouth; walked over and locked the door; and told Millie over the intercom to hold all calls and to leave us undisturbed until told otherwise by me. I was now ready to begin exploring Jeff Stryker and transforming him into Top Stud Productions' pussyboy bottom.

I began the process by sitting down in my chair; telling Jeff to stand up; and then directing him to slowly remove his clothing without taking his eyes off of me. He took about five minutes to strip down completely, but those were five minutes that I enjoyed immensely. He first removed his shirt, giving me a nice view of his spectacular torso. Next came the running shoes and socks -- a rather difficult feat since he could not take his eyes off of me. Once this was done those tight fitting blue jeans were unzipper, unbuckled, removed, and tossed aside. Next came his tight underwear, but I stopped him just before he was going to pull them off.

"Stop Jeff! I want you to rip your underwear off. Don't pull them down. Put your hands in the fly and rip them apart," I directed. It wasn't long before those powerful muscles, which he had been working on ever since he was 11 years old, made short work of his underwear. Even the reinforced elastic waistband was no match for the powerful Stryker muscles.

"Now, before you toss those underwear aside, I want you to put them up to your face and breath through them. That's right Jeff. Lift them up to your nose and take a deep breath. Excellent! You're doing very well," I said as I watched the hot looking hunk obediently sniff his own shorts. "Okay, Jeff. You can toss them aside. Now come over here to me and sit on my lap.

He immediately threw the shorts over his shoulder and headed towards me. When he got in front of my seat, I patted my left thigh and said "Come and sit on daddy's lap. You've been a good boy. Come on. Sit down." Seconds later I had a magnificently put together specimen of nude male muscle sitting on my lap.

"That's a good boy," I said as I cradled his head in my right arm and began to gently caress his face, chest, belly and thighs with my right hand. As I made long sweeping strokes the length of his awesome body, I twisted his head towards mine and said "Let's give daddy as kiss. You've been a very good boy. You deserve a kiss," I continued as I pressed my lips to his and began to kiss him, never stopping my light caressing of his smooth skin. Still taking the initiatve and very much the assertive one in the kissing ritual, I slowly inserted my tongue into his mouth and began to explore it. He moaned a bit and passively accepted this invasion of his oral cavity. I took my pleasure with him for seven or eight minutes, totally dominating his mouth with my tongue, and never stopping my hand's light exploration of his torso and abdomen. A couple of times the downward sweep of my hand was interrupted by the firm head of his penis. The kissing and caressing had awakened the monster cock, and it was now engored to its full glory.

I finally broke off my lingual assault on his mouth and told him to stand up. He was a magnificent sight to behold. His face was flushed from our make out session and that big dick of his stuck out of his scupltured body like a fucking cannon! I ordered him to turn around until the incredible Stryker ass came into view. A simple "stop" brought this hitherto swaggering, in-charge male to a standstill. I just sat there and looked at that firm muscular ass which had so tantalized untold numbers of hot, lust-crazed males. It was truly a work of art, with its two perfectly symmetrical globes of muscle; its flawlessly smooth surface; and its tight crevice which led to the sacred virginal portal of which thousands of males had fantasized about penetrating. I gently caressed each cheek and then slowly seperated them until that object of so many men's desires came into view. I stared at the ring of muscle and mused that this little barrier was the last line of defense for this hunk's remaining a top. I moistened my index finger, brought it up against the very center of Jeff's muscular guardian and began a slow circular movement while subtlety increasing the pressure against this final guardian of Jeff's masculinity.

And what a guardian it was! "Jeff Stryker's reputation as a powerful top would not be taken away without a fight," I thought as I continued probing his defenses. But there is no such thing as an unbreachable barrier, and after another prolonged period of gradually increasing the pressure that my finger was exerting against his formidable sphincter, even that powerful muscle began to yield. As I felt the muscular door begin to give way, I increased the force that I was exerting against it. A short move forward by my finger accompanied by a gasp from the captive stud, told me that penetration had been successful.

My nvasion of Jeff's nether region came to an abrupt halt when my knuckle was stopped dead in its track by his still fiercely resilient sphincter. I kept the tip of my finger inserted in his ass for almost a minute marvelling all the while at the incredible tightness of the muscle that was clamped around it. I could only imagine what it would feel like if Jeff's rosebud were clamped around my cock.

Although I really would have loved finger fucking my new sex toy until he shot a load of goo out of that massive tool of his, I reminded myself that finger fucking Jeff was not a part of my original plan. I reluctantly removed by finger from his butt and told him to take two steps forward. Once he was clear I got out of my chair, moved to the other side of the room and called to him. "Jeff, come over here and stand in front of me," When he was directly in front of me, I looked him in the eye and said: "I want you to undress me. Take each piece of clothing off one at a time; fold it nicely, and put it on my desk. You can start with my shoes and socks," I said. "Get down on your knees, Jeff. It will makeit easier to take off the shoes."

A few second later I was looking down onto the top of the thick brown hair of Jeff Stryker as he went about complying with my order. Looking down at Jeff Stryker's head was something that I hoped to repeat many, many, many times.

After removing my shoes and socks, Jeff began to stand up, but I interrupted him. "Whoa Jeff. Do me a favor. Stay down there for a second. I want you to suck my toes. Suck my toe, Jeff," I said as I lifted my right foot to his face and began wedging my big toe in between his sensuous lips. Once again, his compliance was instantaneous. "What an incredible power trip!" I thought as I watched the envy of males all around the world, slavishly sucking away on my big toe. The hunk who had been the most formidable top in gay porn was now on his knees sucking on my foot! It was hard to believe it was happening,

I let Jeff continue to service my toe for a few more minutes, calmly studying his handsome face as he suckled away.

"Okay; Jeff. You can stop sucking my toe for now. There will be plenty of opportunities for you to suck on things in the future. Right now the only thing that matters to you is to finish undressing me. You're going to be undressing a lot of guys from now on, Jeff. This will be good practice," I said as I watched my now submissive stud remove my toe from his mouth. "Yes Jeff, you're going to be taking care of a lot of males," I said as he began to remove my shirt. "It's important that you learn how to do it properly, starting with the simple things such as undressing a man you want to please."

It wasn't too long before Jeff had me stripped down to nothing but my underwear. Unlike the tight white ones that Jeff had torn off himself, I was wearing a pair of boxer shorts -- shorts that were tenting outward from the straining boner trapped beneath them. As Stryker was reaching for the waistband of my boxers, I clasped his hands; looked directly into his eyes and said, "Not yet. You need to be on your knees whenever you remove the underwear of a hot stud. Do you understand me Jeff? It's important that you understand what your proper place is when you are about to reveal the most important part of a man's body," I continued staring intensely into the stud's eyes. "That part of a male's anatomy -- his dick -- is going to become the center of your life, Jeff," I continued as I placed my hands on his shoulders and gently pushed downwards.

"You belong on your knees, Jeff" I reminded him as he immediately responded to my downward pressure. "Very good, my boy, very good." I repeated as he knelt in front of me.

"Now Jeff, before you remove my underwear, and are allowed to see my cock, I want you to show me how much you need that cock. Move your head forwards Jeff" I continued as I began a gentle pressure on the back of the megastar's thickly haired head. "Now stick your tongue inside of the opening at the front of my shorts. That's right, Jeff" I said with a tone of encouragement and approval as the rapidly capitulating top obediently extended his tongue. "Now, can you feel that hard, hot wonderful thing that's touching the end of your tongue, Jeff? Can you feel it? Do you know what that is Jeff? It's a cock, Jeff. That's a real man's cock. That's what you need, Jeff. Your life will not be complete unless you have a steady supply of cock. Show me how much you need my cock, Jeff. Get that tongue of yours going. Lick my cock, Jeff. Lick daddy's big dick, Jeff."

And sure enough the entire length of my incredibly hard penis was soon being bathed and lapped by none other than Jeff Strkyer. The very Jeff Stryker who had so dominated his male co-stars in his porno flicks; the gay male's ideal of a complete top; was now on his knees before me, lapping away at my dick! Once again, it was fucking awesome!

Afraid that I would not be able to hold off from ejaculating, I pulled Jeff's head back, ending the tongue bath he was giving my dick. "Okay, Jeff. You can stop now and take off daddy's shorts. But don't use your hand, Jeff. Daddy wants you to use your teeth. That's right, snag the waistband with your teeth and pull downwards. Very good Jeffy. Very good. Look you can see all the nice hair around daddy's dick. See that thick stalk? That's the base of your daddy's cock Jeff. In a few minutes those thick lips of your will be buried in that hair and wrapped around that thick stalk. Keep on pulling. See, there's ever more of daddy's shaft. That's what tasted so good when you had your tongue in daddy's underwear. Now you can see what made your tongue so happy. Bet you can't wait to taste daddy's dick again. Now keep on pulling. We're almost there."

"Bingo!" I exclaimed as my cockhead cleared the waistband of my boxers and my stiff rod stapped to attention. "You can use your hands now, Jeff. Pull daddy's shorts down to his feet, and toss them over towards my clothes. You don't have to fold them. We have more important things to do."

Once he had removed my boxers I stepped forward, bringing my crotch, balls and cock right smack into the center of his field of vision. "Taking care of these is the most important thing in your life Jeff. Now look up at me Jeff Stryker," I said firmly. "Now pucker your lips into a tight "o." I said. "That's very good" I said approvingly as I watched those lips I had alway craved pucker up.

"Now stay very still, because daddy is about to give you one of the greatest presents you will ever receive," I said as I pressed down on the base of my cock until it was perpendicular with my abdomen, and aimed directly at Jeff's tightly pursed lips. Slowly moving foward I brought the bullet shaped head of my rigid boner a fraction of an inch away from the very center of the hot stud's waiting lips. A slight thrust forward brought the head of my hard cock into contact with very edge of Jeff's tightly circled lips -- a kind of penis top for Jeff's decanter lips. Another slight nudge forward began the actual penetration of Jeff Strkyer's mouth.

The view from my perspective was spectacular! My cock formed a hard flesh connection between me and the submissive stud who knelt below. It reminded me of those newscasts where they show an inflight refueling between a airborne tanker and a jet. I was the tanker plane, loaded with white, hot fuel, while Jeff was the jet plane which desperately needed to be filled up with the special male fuel.

Starring down intensely I began a slow continuous push forward. It was an unbelievable turn on to watch as more and more of my cock pushed past Stryker's shaft clutching lips and disappeared into his hot, warm mouth. It was as if Styker's conversion into a bottom was occuring in sync with my penetration of his mouth. As more and more of my cock slid inexorably past his lips, he sank deeper and deeper into the depths of the bottoms. I was actually witnessing the systematic overthrow and transformation of the world's greatest top. As I felt my cockhead begin to descend down Jeff's throat, and when I finally felt my hair pubes collide with those sensuous lips, I believed that by the time my associates and I were through with Jeff Stryker, his conversion into a cock hungry pussyboy would be complete and irreversible.

Firmly under the control of the Burundanga the now subservient Jeff Stryker just knelt passively as my dick slid across his tongue and wedged itself in his throat. As a looked down on him I started to chuckle because my cock was so deep inside of him that from above it looked like he had sprouted a pubic hair mustache. I could only imagine what a picture of that would do to Jeff's image of the hot stud in control.

"Okay Jeff," I said quietly. "You've made daddy very happy. Now its time for us to make you happy. Daddy's going to make you happy by letting you suck on his dick. That's right, Jeff. This is a very special day for you. Only very special people are allowed to suck on daddy's thick, hard, cock. And you are one of those special people. So start sucking on daddy's big dick, just like you sucked on his big toe. Make sure that you keep your lips together really tight, and rub your tongue all around daddy's big dick while you are sucking on it. You do this right, Jeff, and daddy will give you a special treat."

"Very good Jeff," I said as the handsome male sex god began sucking me off. "Whoa, yes, Jeff. You're making daddy feel soooo good," I moaned as I felt his lips tighten around my shaft and his tongue begin to explore it.

"Now, Jeff, there's one more thing that you need to do to make daddy really happy. Start moving you head back and forth like this," I said as I grasped the sides of his head and started him pistoning up and down the length of my hard shaft.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that's right, baby. Suck on daddy's big dick. You do it so well," I said as beamed triumphantly above my conquest. "That's got to be the best thing that you ever tasted in you life. If you do a good job sucking off daddy, he'll make sure that you get to suck it anytime that you want."

"While you down there giving daddy a blow job, Jeff, why don't you use your hands to explore and stroke daddy's hot male body. If you're going to be a great cocksucker, you're going to have to really get to know what a man's body feels like and how to please a man. Go ahead Jeff. Get those hands into action. Feel daddy up. Feel my hard muscles. Feel my hairy legs. Feel my balls Jeff. There busy at work making you a nice treat. So stroke them gently. Don't forget daddy's tummy or his chest. Reach up and explore me, Jeff. Make daddy feel wonderful."

I was really getting off on the degree to which the Burundanga had wiped out the hot top's inhibitions. In his entire career the mightly Jeff Stryker had always been the one calling the shots; the hot stud in charge; the top; the "man" in the relationship. Even the one scene in "Powerfull II: The Return" where Jeff was actually filmed with a dick in his mouth, it was made abundantly clear that he was still the all-powerful, in charge top. The recipient of Jeff's oral attention was Jeff's lover. And right after Jeff gave the guy a little thrill with a brief attempt at giving head, Jeff stopped sucking, flipped his lover over, ripped the guy's underwear to pieces, and then screwed the hell out of his lover's ass. Jeff Stryker would never have consented to play the role of a submissive cocksucker. Now, thanks to the help of the Burundanga, I had Jeff submissively on his knees; slobbering away on my cock; and running his hands all over my body. Tens of thousands of males would pay big bucks to see him do this on film.

All throughout the blowjob I kept up a steady stream of chatter designed to encourage him at what he was doing and to reinforce the message that his proper place in the male pecking order was at the bottom. I had no idea if such a strategy would have an affect on him after the Burundanga wore off, but it was a hell of a personal turn on for me to be saying it to someone who less than two hours before had been the supreme top of gay porn.

"Jeff's making his daddy feel really great. Oh, Jeff's mouth is wonderful. Jeff really knows how to suck on daddy's dick. Jeff is the world's greatest cocksucker. Mmmmmmm, Jeff's mouth was made to suck dick. Jeff looks sooooo good down on his knees giving his daddy a blowjob. Yes, Jeff looks so handsome with daddy's big dick in mouth. Jeff will look handsome with anyone's dick in his mouth. Jeff loves a hard cock in his mouth. Jeff would rather have a hairy dick in his mouth more than anything else in the whole world, wouldn't he?" I asked in an almost mantra like cadence.

"Now Jeff, it's almost time for the special treat that daddy promised you." I said as I felt myself approaching the point of no return. For an inexperienced cocksucker, Jeff Stryker was doing a hell of a good job. The guys who were slated to fack fuck him in our "Jeff Stryker Pussyboy" film series would definitely appreciate his talent.

"Suck harder on daddy's dick Jeff, and start moving your face faster as you bob up and down on daddy's dick. Don't stop licking daddy's dick with your tongue Jeff. Daddy's almost ready to give you that special treat," I gasped as it became more and more difficult to hold off my orgasm.

"Stop sucking Jeff!" I snapped as I desperately tried to hold off cumming. "Open your mouth really wide, and stick your tongue out! Now!!!!" I barked as I pulled my dick out of his mouth and began beating off. "Open wide, Jeff! Open wide you little cocksucker! Daddy's gonna cum! This is for you son, unhhhhhhhhh" I groaned as I went over the edge into one of the most intense orgasms of my entire life.

My whole body shook and spasmed as white lava erupted from my cock and hurled towards Jeff Stryker's open maw and handsome face. The long, stringy wads of cum instantly covered the short distance between my semen spewing urethra and Jeff, splattering his face, tongue, lips, eyes, and hair with my gooey white mansauce. I had intended to dump my entire load on top of his tongue, but the intensity of my orgasm caught me completely by surprise. It was all that I could do to just to keep my cum spouting dick aimed at his face, let alone attempting to direct its entire output onto his tongue.

The euphoric wave that hit me as I hosed the kneeling sex god with my cum was so powerful that if I hadn't steadied myself on his brawny shoulder with my free hand, I might have lost my balance, pitched forward and landed on him!

When my orgasm finally subsided, I released my grip on Jeff's shoulder, caught my breath, and just looked down on him. It was a sight to behold! The bulk of my load hand landed on the region of Stryker's face located just south of the bridge of his nose, and slightly north of that cute chin cleft. Since he was able to open his mouth in time, a considerable portion of my baby making sauce was clearly visible inside of Jeff's hitherto untouched-by-semen mouth. I could see a decent sized accumulation of the white stuff pooling on the center-right part of tongue, surrounded by randomly distributed droplets on that muscle which moments before had been licking away at my cock. A semen stalagtite hung frozen in the air from his full upper lip, while both the upper and lower lips were heavily saturated with splotches of my cum.

As one looked further away from the epicenter of the semen explosion which had given Jeff Strkyer his first taste of another man's cum, you could see droplets, streaks and a few flowing rivulets of the sperm laden substance my cock unloaded onto this crumbling top stud. His cheeks were also flecked with droplets of my -- with the emphasis on "my" -- semen which glistened as they reflected the light from the office. Several beads of semen had already merged together and the resulting white mass was flowing southward in the natural channel formed by the cleft in Jeff's chin.

Looking even further away from my cum explosion's ground zero, I could plainly see the effects of the loss of control I experienced when I began ejaculating onto my soon to be pussyboy. He had dick snot in his right eyebrow. Several good sized wads had landed to his brow. Some of the more erratically shot cum bombs were forming clumps in his lush, dark hair. A few flecks of the precious substance had landed on his chest, abdomen and thighs. And one errant drop had actually landed on the famous Strkyer dick!

I never felt more powerful, self-assured or cocky in my life! I felt life a sports competitor who had stolen a world championship title from the reigning champ! I just stood there, basking in the glow of my victory over the hottest stud in the world, who knelt in abject submissiveness before me, splattered and defiled by my semen. There was only one more insult to be added before my morning victory of Jeff Stryke could be complete.

"Swallow my load, Jeff!" I commanded triumphantly. "Eat daddy's dick sauce. I told you daddy would give you a reward for being a good little cocksucker. It's in your mouth Jeff. Swallow it!"

I could barely contain myself as I watched the renown Jeff Stryker obediently gulp down his first meal of dick sauce -- my dick sauce!

"Very good Jeff. See how wonderful that tastes. We don't want to waste any of it, do we?" I asked as I hunched down closer to his level and began gathering up the globs of my cooling ejaculate with my finger.

"Here's some more for you Jeff," I said as I stuffed my semen coated fingertip into his mouth. "Lick it off. Aaaah, that's a good boy. Here's some more," I continued as I scrapped more of my thickening goo off of his face and transferred it to his mouth. I had to admit that I was quite amused to be inches away from Jeff's face watching him obediently eat ever drop of semen that I presented to him. There was nothing that I could command, request or suggest that he do, that my soon to be pussyboy bottom would not do I realized as I watched him slurp down another finger full of my jizz. The Burundanga had exceeded my wildest expectations.

Looking into his eyes I said softly, "This is just the beginning, my faggot friend. I have a lot of plans for you -- plans that will satisfy your craving for cock, and that will make all of us a lot of money." Mussing his hair, I stood up, grabbed his hand, pulled my big-dicked conquest to his feet and pushed him ahead of me towards my private bathroom. "We got to get you cleaned up for your next performance," I said grabbing that beautiful ass of his with my hand. "We've got a lot of movies to make, and I've got to make you presentable for when you meet your new co-stars."

As I closed the bathroom door behind us, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I couldn't wipe the smile off of my face!

I spent the next fifteen minutes sponge cleaning Top Stud Productions' new star bottom of all traces of my love juice; telling him how good he had been; how happy he had made me; how happy he was going to when he did the same for his new co-stars; and reminding him that was had just transpired was strictly our secret. It was a bit difficult since I hadn't planned on cleaning Jeff up in my office. I had assumed that all of my load would have been deposited in his mouth; but then how does the old saying go? Improvise; adjust; adapt! Although none of my cum hand landed anywhere near his back, I did not miss the opportunity to once again explore that exquisite Stryker ass. As I rubbed his firm, smooth cheeks, and grabbed hanfuls of solid Stryker ass, I whispered in his ear that by the end of the day he would experience pleasure and joy on a scale he had never imagined possible. I told him how he was going to meet an unbelievably masculine hunk maded Vlad, who was going to do to Jeff what Jeff had done to Mike Henson and so many of other gay male porn stars.

"You've really cheated yourself all these years, Jeff," I whispered as I massaged his two muscular slabs. "For some strange reason you have been operating under the mistaken idea that it is better to fuck an ass, then to get fucked up the ass," I said as I once again rubbed the surface of his still virginal sphincter. "Vlad's gonna show you how wrong you've been all these years, and how good it feels when a real man slides his hot love muscle deep inside of your sweet bottom. After today you'll never fuck another ass again, Jeff; but you will get down on all fours, or lay or your back with your legs spread like a woman, and get fucked up the ass by many, many men. Yes, Jeff, after today this butt is going to be the hottest property in the porn industry," I said beaming with joy.

Once I had my new, favorite cocksucker cleaned up, I led him back into the office and ordered him to dress himself. There was a bit of confusion when we found the shreds of his underwear, but I simply directed him to get dressed without them. Not that you can improve on perfection, but he actually looked hotter when he finished dressing. The bulge in the front was more distinctive, and the nice curvature of his ass was more visible.

Once all traces of my drugging and sexual exploitation of Jeff had been tidied up, I quietly unlocked the door to my office; called Millie on the intercom, and asked her to bring in the contract that I had our company attorney draw up the prior day. I also asked her to bring in her notary material since she would be witnessing for Mr. Styker's and my signatures. The contract was a diabolically clever document designed to completely legitimatize my hellish scheme to film, produce, market, distribute and sell a "Jeff Stryker Pussyboy" series of films, magazine photo spreads, illustrated transcripts, and merchandize (such as Jeff Strkyer's hot bottom's ass lube). It was painstakingly detailed in that it graphically and unambiguously spelled out the range of sexual acts that would be performed on, with and by Jeff Stryker. In the contract he agreed to be recorded fellating and being sodomized by as many males as David Brazzo of Top Stud Productions, specified. He agreed to ingest semen whenever I directed him to do so. He agreed to be the passive recipient partner in an unlimited number of unprotected, bare back anal sexual penetrations, including acts in which semen was injected into his rectum. The contract also contained language giving his consent to participate in other sexual acts if authorized by me. He also agreed to be the passive recipient of sexual devices

Top Stud Productions agreed that all individuals involved in the "Jeff Stryker Pussyboy" productions would be tested and certified to be free of any medical problems. Top Stud Productions also agreed to pay Jeff Stryker a generous share of all revenues received from the sale of the films, merchandise, etc. The contract was written so that Jeff Stryker's take would be far and above that ever given, or paid to, other porn stars. (By providing an extremely generous compensation package for Mr. Styker, we were absolutely certain that any attorney, jury or judge would have to conclude that the contract was entered into voluntarily, and was in fact in Mr. Styker's best interest.)

"Ah, Millie, thanks for bringing me that contract. Jeff, this is the contract that we've been discussing and that you agreed to sign. Right Jeff? Tell Millie that you agree to this contract."

Jeff looked at Millie, nodded and said "I agree to this contract."

With that my unsuspecting secretary passed the contract papers to Jeff; opened them to the last page; and pointed to a line on the contract and said "Sign here, Mr. Stryker."

The Burundanga controlled stud immediately responded to her directive and signed his name. Once I had signed mine, Millie notarized the contract, thanked Mr. Stryker and turned to leave, remarking that she would have copies of the contract in an envelope for him later that day. As Millie was leaving the room I asked her to tell the production crew in the building next door that Jeff Stryker and I would be coming over in a few minutes to meet them and the begin work on our first film.

"Well Jeff, you and I are about to make history, my friend," I said as I stared into those beautiful dark eyes. "You and I are going to make lots of money, my cocksucking friend," I chuckled as I leaned over and gently ran my finger across his lips. "Yes we are. Come on pussyboy. Get that sweet ass of yours out of that chair. It's time to go meet the boys." I concluded as I grasped his hand and led him towards the door.

(End of part 1)

Conquest of Jeff Stryker (Part 2 of 2) (MMM/M, Oral, NC, MC, Celeb)

As we walked towards the production building I decided to give Jeff some last minute instructions just in case any of the crew asked any questions. "Remember Jeff, if anyone asks you if its true that you're going to be our pussyboy, you must tell them " yes."' If anyone asks you if you are going to suck cock, eat cum, or get fucked up the ass, you must tell them "I'd like that very much." Is that clear Jeff?"

"Yes."

"Good" I said and then asked him the same series of questions five more times.

When we entered the production area, Murray, Mike, Nicky, Phil, Kevin, and Duke were talking with one another. Vlad was nowhere to be seen. I soon realized that he was in a side dressing area getting ready along with my new hot discovery, Hector

"Guys," I said as every eye in the place locked onto the legendary stud who was walking behind me, "I want you to meet Jeff Strkyer, Top Stud Productions' newest acquisition, who will be starring as the cocksucking, cum swallowing, submissive bottom in our hot new "Jeff Stryker Pussyboy" series. Isn't that right, Jeff?"

Jeff answered with a single word --- "Yes"

Taking advantage of the absolute silence that had descended upon the place I decided to push even further with Jeff while fucking with the minds of my associates. I announced that "Jeff has also agreed to go down on any of you who want head after we've completed filming today, isn't that right, cocksucker?" I asked looking directly into Jeff's eyes.

"I'd like that very much," replied the handsome hunk as he looked towards the six flabbergasted men.

Everyone had stopped dead in his tracks. The six guys stood in shocked, stupified silence as they tried to comprehend what they had just heard. Standing in front of them was the most famous top stud in the business, and he had just confirmed that he was going to destroy his carefully maintained image as a dominant top stud and replace it with one of a cock hungry bottom. That he had just offerred to suck each of them off simply blew their minds. They just stood there speechless.

"Well we sure shocked the hell of them, didn't we Jeff?" I asked as I brazenly grabbed a hold of his ass in full view of my six associates. "This is reserved for Vlad," I said as I continued to grasp and manhandle Jeff's firm buttocks. "The rest of you will have to settle for head, right Jeff?" I declared looking straight into his face.

"Right" replied Jeff.

"Jeff, look at the bulge in Mike's jeans," I said pointing towards Mike's crotch. "You'd like to suck on Mike's dick, wouldn't you, Jeff?"

"Yes, I would."

"That's because in spite of all of your films and your reputation, your really nothing more than a cocksucker, isn't that right Jeff Stryker?" I said enjoying the confused looks on the faces of the stunned guys.

"Yes it is."

"And you'd like Mike to cum in your mouth, wouldn't you Jeff?"

"Yes."

"And tell Mike how much you'd enjoy swallowing his load of hot cum."

"A lot." replied the awesome hunk.

Mike, who was never at a loss for word, just stood there overwhelmed by what he was hearing. The other five guys were also silent as they stared at Jeff and tried to make sense of what they had heard.

"What the fuck are you staring at, guys?" I snapped. "I'm not paying you to stand around star struck. Mr. Stryker's time is very valuable. Let's move it. It's time to make a movie. Jeff, go over to that room;" I said pointing to the room next to the one where Vlad and Hector were. "Open this script to scene 12," I said handing him a blue script. "Familiarize yourself with the scene and your lines, and wait for me there, like a good pussyboy." I said as I finally stopped playing with his denim clad ass and nudged him towards the side room. As he obediently walked towards the room, I called my still silent colleagues together.

"I told you we'd be getting Stryker as our new pussyboy, didn't I," I said beaming with pride and confidence. "You all heard it from Jeff himself. Guys, we're all gonna make a lot of money."

For the next five minutes I was bombarded by a series of questions, and demands for an explanation as to how I had pulled off the Stryker coup. I stuck to my story that this was something that I had negotiated with Jeff Stryker, and that deep down, he truly was a bottom. The Burundanga remained my secret.

More than anything else I was determined to film Vlad busting Jeff's cherry that day. Although my plan to topple gay porn's greatest top, and film his conversion into a pussyboy bottom was succeeding so far, I didn't want to risk having something go wrong before we took Jeff's ass. I would have liked to have taken more time and even shoot some preliminary footage before filming an actual scene, but the chance to film the first cock to force its way into that famous virginal ass, convinced me that I had to do it that day.

"Okay guys, we're going to do things a little different today. We going to do the rape scene for script #4; it's the one with the blue cover. The movie we'll be filming is tentatively called "Stealing Stryker's Cherry -- the hot top gets raped in prison." We're leaving nothing to the imagination on this one," I said. "Flip to scene 12," I said quickly finding the section of the script with the subtitle "Prison Cell Rape."

"Now in this scene Jeff has been placed in his cell in an remote area of the cellblock by the guards. The cell already has two occupants, Vlad and Hector," I announced

"The cell has four bunks. Vlad and Hector have each taken one of the top ones and have each been using one of the vacant bunks as storage areas for clothes, books, and other personal items. When Jeff is placed in the cell, Hector is standing off to the right, while Vlad is seated on a chair flipping through a magazine. As the guard leaves Jeff makes the erroneous assumption that since the two top bunks have nothing on them, they must be unoccupied. This of course causes an immediate confrontation; a confrontation that ends with the toppling and rape of our new star. Jeff is reading the script as we speak. Vlad and Hector have been studying it and discussing techniques for the past two hours. Familiarize yourself with it. I want to begin shooting this scene in an hour."

"Murray, you're our best at closeup shots. Since the deflowering of Stryker is a once in a lifetime opportunity, I'm going to be placing some heavy demands on you. We're going to film the first phallic penetration of the famous Strkyer ass from several angles. I want at least one that is close enough so that our horny customers will really witness the penetration, starting from the moment that Vlad's cockhead first touches Stryker's sphincter, continuing through his asshole's losing struggle to remain intact; climaxing with Stryker's actual loss of virginity as the barrier is breached, and ending with the the entire length of Vlad's dick as it buries itselfs triumphantly inside of Jeff Stryker's butt. We're going to hype this film like crazy. I want to make sure that our customers' get their monies worth! Our bank accounts are counting on you Murray."

"Don't worry David, I won't let you down. If I do a good job, can I try some of that ass myself?" he asked grinning from ear to ear.

"Perhaps. Murray, perhaps." I said as I subtly winked an "ok" to him.

"Okay guys, study that script and let's get ready. We have a new bottom to make. Let's do a good job."

I spent the next 20 minutes locked away alone with Jeff, going over the script, telling him what and how to say it, and subtly reinforcing his role as a submissive through word (repeatedly using the term "cocksucker" in a non-judgemental, matter of fact way) and deed (freely touching and exploring him with my hand, and invading her personal space when I wantn't to emphasize a point). I even slipped a minute quantity of Burundanga into the water I ordered him to drink -- sort of a booster shot just to insure his complete obedience.

After my private session with Jeff, I had Vlad and Hector join us. I introduced them to Jeff and discussed the scene with all three, stressing the roles that they would be playing. I could tell that both of my stars were still intimidated by by the whole Jeff Styker image. In order to help shatter that image and demonstrate that they had absolutely no reason to be intimidated, I had Vlad and Hector drop their pants in order to familiarize Jeff with the tools with which he would be working. I actually had Jeff squat down on his haunches and examine each cock, much to the amusement of the hot Hungarian stud and my horny Puerto Rican discovery. I also had Jeff bury his face inside of each stud's crotch, and lick their cocks and balls for a few seconds, both to familiarize himself with the tools that would conquer him, and to reinforce the point to Vlad, Hector and Jeff, that Jeff Stryker was no longer a top.

As a final calculated blow to whatever remained of Jeff's -image as a top, I had the big dicked stud, drop his pants, bend over, spread his cheeks, and show his "pussy" to the guys. When Jeff did it without objection, I knew that we'd have no problems with him, Hector or Vlad on the set.

By the time our little session was finished the Stryker mystique had been completely shattered. Vlad was emboldened enough to feel up Jeff's ass and tell the soon to be dethroned stud of how good Jeff would feel while Vlad was fucking him. Not to be outdone, Hector did the same to Jeff's full, sensuous lips by rubbing his finger across the center of them and assuring Jeff that by the end of the day he would be addicted to Hector's cum. I then ordered Jeff to strip completely and put on a khaki prisoner's outfit.

It was a fantastic power trip to be orchestrating the systematic demolition of Jeff Stryker and his image as a swaggering top. A few minutes earlier they had looked upon Jeff Strkyer with awe and admiration tinged with fear. Now they looked at him with distain, disgust and amusement. The big cocked stud had gone from predator to prey in a few minutes. My two predators were very eager to take him down.

Determined to keep control of the situation and to take advantage of the new power relationship I had forged between the newly submissive Jeff, and the confidently dominant Hector and Vlad, we immediately went to the set once our private session had ended. The cameras, lighting, props and sound equipment were ready. All we needed were our actors. Once they were in place, shooting began immediately.

The scene opened up with a shot of a jail and showed a guard leading a prisoner towards one of the cells. Hector and Vlad were in the cell when the guard, played by Phil, opened their cell door and pushed Jeff inside.

"Here's some fresh meat for you, fellahs," Phil announced as he pushed Jeff into the cell. "Although from the looks of him and the size of his dick, you two may be the ones who are going to be face down on a bunk with his cock up your asses! Be gentle on them, Jeff," Phil laughed as he shut the cell door.

Following the script, Jeff walked over to theleft set of bunks and put his gym bag onto the upper left bunk, since the two lower ones are covered with Vlad's and Hector's property.

"Hey Faggot!" barked Hector. " What the fuck are you doing? Get the fuck off of my bunk. Faggots sleep on the bottom bunk. That's mine."

"Sorry, I didn't know," mumbled Jeff as he lifted his gym bag off of Hector's bunk and moved towards the other seemingly unclaimed hunk.

"Not that one either, cocksucker!" Vlad snapped. "Didn't you hear Hector? Faggots sleep on the bottom!"

"I'm not a faggot," replied Jeff as he stopped in the middle of the two pairs of bunks. "Which one of these can I use? Whose stuff is this?" he asked pointing to the items on both lower bunks.

"Not yours, cocksucker." answered Hector as he began to walk towards an increasingly bewildered looking Strkyer.

"It's ours! What are you going to do about it, faggot?" Vlad asked as he arose from the seat and also began to close the distance between himself and his prey.

"Look guys, I'm not a faggot, and I don't want any trouble. Let's just make the best of this situation. Just tell me which bunk is mine," replied Stryker with a tone of exasperation and anxiety in his voice.

By now both of Jeff's adversaries had the closed the distance between themselves and Jeff. "You sure look like a faggot to me," said Hector, his face just inches from Jeff's.

"Yup, he looks like a cocksucker to me too," said Vlad as he strode next to Hector, effectively trapping Jeff between the two increasingly belligerent males, the rear wall of the cell, and the set of bunks on the left.

With absolutely no room to maneuver, the increasingly distressed Stryker began to say "Come on, guys ..." when he was cut off in mid-sentence by Vlad, who got right in his face, grabbed the collar of Jeff's shirt and said with a sneer "Shut the fuck up. You want a bunk? I'll give you a bunk," he said yanking the blanket, and all of the contents piled on it, off of the bunk behind Jeff. "There's a fucking bunk! Now here's what you're gonna do with it. You're gonna take these fucking clothes off; lie face down on that fucking bunk and spread those legs of yours. Then I'm going to fuck that pretty little ass of yours," he continued while grabbing Jeff's right buttocks. "When I'm through with you, my friend Hector here is going to fuck you too." he snarled.

"Nooooooooo!!!!!!" yelled Jeff as he tried to bolt past his two tormentors. But the space was too confined for him to get any momentum.

As soon as Jeff yelled, Vlad yanked the collar of Styker's shirt and slammed into the formidable stud, knocking him off balance. As the panicky hunk was falling sideways towards the lower bunk, Hector joined the fray, smashing himself against the falling male, accelerating Jeff's fall towards the bunk. A few moments later Jeff Stryker was lying on his back, pinned underneath his two adveraries.

"Lemme go, you fucking bastards! Guard!!!" he shouted as he struggled to throw them off.

"Scream all you want faggot," laughed Hector as he struggled to restrain Jeff. "There ain't gonna be a guard within earshot for an hour,"

"Guard! Guard!! Get the fuck off of me!" Stryker continued to yell.

Vlad, who was lying across Stryker's thighs, knees and legs, reached over and began to attack the brass button that fastened his prison khaki's together. He succeeded in tearing the button off and then began ripping open the struggling stud's pants. As the trapped hunk realized what was happening he redoubled his efforts to toss off his attackers, but he just couldn't get the leverage he needed to toss either of them.

While Vlad was attacking Jeff's trousers, Hector, whose body was lying across Jeff's upper abdomen and chest, reached over Jeff's thrashing head, pulled the blanket off of the floor, and draped it over Jeff's head and upper body, essentially trapping his upper torso inside of a blanket cocoon. This had a noticeable impact on the level of resistance coming from the trapped stud -- very much like a net on a wild animal.

As it became easier to manage the still fighting Stryker, Vlad increased his assault on Jeff's trousers, and succeeded in ripping the zipper apart. Once the zipper had parted Vlad was able to shove the almost immobilized stud's trousers down to his ankles, which further constrained Stryker's powerful legs.

"Hold him down, Hector," Vlad snorted as he shifted his weight, turned his body, rolled off of Jeff onto the floor, dashed to his own bunk, slid his hand underneath the mattress, and swiftly headed back towards Hector and Jeff.

With Vlad's weight gone, Jeff increased his effort to toss off his remaining antagonist, but the trousers around his legs virtually compensated for the loss of Vlad's body weight. Any hope of escape was dashed when Jeff felt Vlad land on top of him, right next to Hector. With two adult men on his chest, and his feet hopelessly entangled in his trousers, the big dicked stud could not break free.

"Take that fucking blanket off," snapped Vlad. "I've had enough of this!"

As Jeff's face and upper torso once more came into view, the overwhelmed hunk was greeted by two lust crazed faces Seconds later cold steel was pressed against Jeff's neck. "Listen faggot. Here's the story. Either give it up, or I'll cut your fucking throat and slice your pretty little face to ribbons. Give it up, faggot! Give it up!"

Trapped beneath thetwo determined males, and feeling Vlad's shiv pressed tightly against his throat, the dark haired mega-stud, gasped "Okay. You win. I give."

"Goood," smirked Vlad is he looked down contemptuously at his panting victim. "Just lie there very, very still. Hector, take off his shirt.

Moments later the khaki shirt was dragged over Jeff's head and tossed to the side of the cell. The defeated hot top just lay there, his powerful chest glistening with persperation from the struggle, while it rose and fell as he slowly tried to recover his breath.

"Mmmmmmmm, nice tits, bitch," exclaimed Vlad as he tweaked Jeff's right nipple with his free hands. "Very nice tits. I'm going to have fun playing with these," he laughed; "A lot of fun, heh, heh."

In the meantime Hector had clambered to the other side of the bunk and was rapidly removing the defeated hunk's shoes and socks. Once they were thrown to the side of the cell, the torn trousers followed. The only item of clothing remaining on the subdued porn god, was a pair of very tight white shorts.

When I had given Jeff the khaki prison outfit to wear, I remembered what I had ordered Jeff to shred his own shorts during my initial test of the effects of Burundanga. I got a replacement pair from our wardrobe closet that was a size too small for the magnificent stud. The tight fitting white briefs really emphasized the famous Strkyer bulge and his spectacular ass.

"Okay, cocksucker. I'm going to get off of you," Vlad snarled in Strkyer's ear. "Remember who has the knife. If you try to pull any shit with me, I'll cut your fucking heart out."

As Vlad slowly climbed off of the defeated stud, he glanced down at his conquest and laughingly said "Look at these faggot underwear, Hector. I knew he was a fag," he said triumphantly.

"Okay, pussyboy. Lie on your stomach lengthwise on the bunk. Hurry up faggot, I ain't got all day."

A low groan of despair escaped from Stryker's lips as he obediently rolled over, and crawled to the center of the bunk. Seconds later his magnificent body was lying face down on the bunk.

"You won't be needing these, bitch," Vlad chuckled as he sliced through the waistband of Jeff's tight white shorts with the shiv. Once the tough waistband had been cut, Vlad and Hector each grabbed a handful of the torn material and yanked. Stryker was now totally nude.

"Whoa, nice ass!" laughed Vlad as he leaned over and began to lewdly massage Stryker's firm ass cheeks. "Oh, baby," exclaimed Vlad "This ass was made for fucking. Has anyone ever had a piece of it, pussyboy?" he asked as he continued to explore each smooth mound.

A muffled groan came from the face down stud.

"Hey, faggot!" Hector yelled as he grabbed Stryker by the chin; forced Jeff to look into his eyes; and said "He asked you if you've ever been fucked."

A soft "No" was the reply.

"I'm gonna bust me a fucking cherry!" chortled Vlad as he slapped Hector on the shoulder. "Let's check her out," continued the hairy chested Hungarian top as he climbed back onto the bunk and squatted in between Strkyer's legs. "Spread em, cunt," he barked.

Moment's later the powerful thigh muscles in Jeff's legs got the signal from the big dicked star's Burundanga controlled brain and began to obediently spread apart.

"Whoa, the bitch is hot for it Hector!" announced Vlad, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he watched the former top submissively spread his legs. "Oh, yes! She wants it bad," he mused as he gently ran his hands up and down Stryker's inner thighs.

"Hey bitch. Get your hands back here and show me your pretty pussy. Spread those cheeks, now, cunt!" snapped the sneering Hungarian.

In order to comply with the demeaning order, the prostrate porn star had to arch his back and stretch his arms backwards as far as possible in order to grab a hold of is butt cheeks and spread them apart.

"Hector, get back here," said Vlad, beaming in triumph. "This bitch looks really tight! Check out this pussy."

"Nice," Hector observed barely able to stop from bursting into laughter at the sight of the humiliated porn god straining uncomfortably on the bunk. "Mind if I see how tight she is?"

"Be my guest, but use some lubrication," replied the dark Hungarian stud as he nodded towards Stryker and brought his finger to his own lips.

Quickly picking up on the clue, the handsome Esai Morales clone put his right hand in front of Stryker's face; thrust his middle finger inside of the hunk's mouth; and said "Lube me up bitch! Make it nice and wet." Seconds later a broad smile broke out across the Puerto Rican hunk's face as he felt the hitherto indomitable Jeff Stryker use his tongue to coat Hector's invading finger with his saliva. "Oooooooh, baby!" cooed the hot Hispanic hunk. "I'm gonna enjoy having you as a cellmate. Now open up." As the gleeful Puerto Rican removed his glistening finger from Jeff's mouth, he leaned down and whispered in the subjugated hunk's ear "Don't worry. You mouth ain't gonna be empty for too long."

It wasn't long before the Burundangized top felt a damp pressure against his as of yet undefiled sphincter. A shudder went through the Jeff's magnificent body, but he had no willpower to resist. All that he could do was lie on his front and surrender his virginity.

The delighted Latino slowly brought the tip of his saliva coated finger up against the very center of the long lusted after Stryker portal. Slowly pushing forward he emulated my earlier exploration of this secret, sacred place. Once again the guardian of Jeff's southern front put up a tough resistance to the invader, and once again its defenses failed as my smiling Puerto Rican discovery pushed his finger forward.

Unlike my initial penetration of the magnificent Stryker ass, Hector's invasion did not stop at the first joint. He kept his invading digit pressing forward until the entire length of his middle finger disappeared inside of the toppled hunk's butt.

"Unnngggghhhhhh," groaned Stryker as the probe reached full insertion.

"Hey, if you think that feels good, wait til Vlad shoves his cock up your ass," declared the smug Hispanic male when he heard Jeff's groan. "Damn, you're tight!" he exclaimed as he felt the ring of muscle clamping around the base of his finger. "You're gonna love this bitch's pussy, Vlad. She's gonna milk you dry," he continued as he suddenly pulled his finger out of Jeff. "She's ready," Hector announced as he moved away from the bunk. "She's definitely ready!"

"Okay, faggot. You can let go of your ass. Let go of your ass, and sit on the edge of the bunk. It's about time you got to see what a real man looks like," declared Vlad as he began to remove his clothing. "Keep your eyes on me," Vlad commanded as the vanquished porn star complied with his latest directive.

Jeff sat passively on the bed watching Vlad as the good looking Hunky removed his prison garb.

"This is a man's chest," Vlad said as he removed his shirt and exposed his hairy chest, "Not some hairless pussychest like yours. "And these are a man's legs," he continued as the Hungarian's dark, hair coated legs came into view. When the superb specimen of Balkan masculinity was down to only his underwear, he strode over to the side of bunk, stood directly in front of Strkyer's face; hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts; and pulled them down. "And this is a man's cock!" he proclaimed staring down as his semi-erect dick came into view of the cameras.

I looked over at one of the monitors and broke into a broad smile as I saw a close up of Vlad's hardening cock inches away from Jeff's face. I got a hard on immediately! I could only imagine how turned on guys would get when they watched it in tape.

Stryker sat on the edge of the bunk seemingly mesmerized by the lengthening Hungarian fuck snake as it rose proudly out of its dark hairy nest. I could tell by the expression of smirky arrogance on Vlad's face that he was really getting off on the whole scene.

"Take a good luck at that cock, pussyboy," Vlad said, his voice a combination of triumph and contempt, as he thrust his groin foward, bringing the underside of his fully erect fuckpump to within an inch of the tip of Jeff's nose. "It's going to be fucking you ever day! That's what you need, isn't it faggot?" he asked. "Come on, faggot, answer me!" he demanded as Vlad unexpectedly slapped the seated hunk across the face with his hand.

"Yes!" came the surprisingly loud response from the obvioulsy startled Stryker. "Yes!"

"That's much better," replied the swarthy Hungarian who grabbed the back of Jeff's head and roughly pulled it into his groin. "Enjoy yourself, faggot," he said firmly as he dragged the handsome stud's face across his dick, scrotum and crotch. "Stick that tongue out, pussyboy," barked Vlad as he continued to grind Stryker's face. "Yeah, that's the way, pussyboy," Vlad said encouragingly as he felt his crotch and genitals being swathed by the tongue of the world's most famous top.

The scene on the monitors was incredibly hot. The unmistakable face of none other than Jeff Strkyer was being dragged back and forth across another male's crotch. Jeff's tongue was clearly visible as it was hauled over Vlad's cock and balls, and through his dense pubic bush. There was no question as to who was calling the shots in this relationship. The heretofore always in charge Jeff Stryker, was totally subservient to the another male. The king of gay porn had been dethroned!

After a several minutes of demonstrating his total control over the fallen king, Vlad abruptly pulled Jeff's face away from his groin, looked him in the face and announced, "That's enough foreplay, cocksucker!" He then bent his hard rod downward, wedged its bullet like head in between Jeff's lips, and jammed the hard cock into Stryker's mouth. There was no warning; no order to open "open you mouth;" and no concern for Jeff. It was simply a brutal taking of Jeff Stryker's mouth --- one brutal, rapid stab forward that did not end until Vlad's cock was fully buried inside of the throat of the big dicked hunk.

As I watched Jeff's lips crash to a halt against Vlad's hairy crotch, I could see the former top begin to gag and cough from the ruthless and completely unexpected rape of his thoat. Jeff's eyes welled with tears; cock-muffled gurgling sounds escaped from his throat, and his magnificent body spasmed from cock induced coughs. The in charge Hungarian top showed no mercy for his victim; holding Jeff's head tightly against his groin while snarling "Get used to it, dickhead!"

For a few seconds I almost interrupted filming for it appeared that the former in charge hunk might actually be in danger. Suffocation was definitely a possibility, but eventually the coughing and spasms stopped and the dick stuffed hunk, his face streaked from choking-induced tears, was able to catch his breath.

My conquering Hungarian kept his dick buried in Jeff's throat, exulting in his unmistakable demonstration of complete dominance over the world's former number one top. "Get that dick nice and wet, pussyboy," sneered Vlad as he looked down distainfully at Stryker, "unless you want it dry!"

The camera really zoomed in for a close up of Jeff's handsome face completely impaled by Vlad's fuck muscle. The dense pubic bush of the Hungarian male enwreathed the world famous countenance; a tiny section of the standing hunk's rigid cock was barely visible at the entrance to Jeff's mouth; while the cute little cleft on Stryker's chin was completely obscured by the Hungarian's aching for release balls. Clearly discernible behind Jeff's cock engorged cheeks was the moment of his tongue as be obediently slathered the hot dick with saliva. The camera also captured at extreme close up every moment of the slow, deliberate withdrawal of Vlad's glistening wet hard on from Jeff's mouth.

After the lip piercing head of Vlad's spit gleaming rod emerged from Stryker's mouth, the camera angle shifted for a splendid shot upwards showing Vlad's proud cock from underneath; the fur covered, muscular torso at the towering Hungarian, and Vlad's haughty face as he gazed down at the completely mastered Stryker.

I had selected the next scene after a great deal of thought, and gone over it repeatedly and carefully, since it was one with which Jeff was familiar, and one that would dramatically emphasize the act of anal penetration --- the defining moment in Stryker's conversion from King of the Tops to Queen of the Bottoms. The scene we had chosen was from one of Jeff's hotest films --- Stryker Force. The specific scene from Stryker Force was one in which porn star Robert Harris is bent over getting fucked by Jeff's trademark megacock, while simultaneously sucking on co-star Doug Cory's dick. Only in today's film, Jeff Stryker would be the one bent over at the waist getting sodomized by Vlad while sucking on Hector's cock.

"Good job, pussyface," Vlad chuckled as he glanced down at his stiff rod, shimmering from the fresh coat of saliva that Jeff had just obediently given it. "Now stand up; get in the middle of the room; bend over; get yours hands on your ass, and spread those cheeks. You're gonna get fucked!"

Once again my cameras caught ever movement as the former hot top unquestioningly obeyed the commands of his new Hungarian master.

Really getting into the whole scene, Vlad swaggered up behind the bent over superstud as Stryker passively waited to get fucked. Grabbing a hold of Jeff's left ass cheek, my hot top asked the soon to be deflowered hunk, "Are ya ready to get fucked, faggot?"

Hearing no response, he smacked Stryker's firm, round ass, and repeated the question, only much louder this time, "I said, are ya ready to get fucked? Speak up faggot! Tell me how much you want me to shove my cock up your ass!" he bellowed once again whacking the former in charge top on the ass.

"Yes," Stryker groaned. "I want you to fuck me. I need your cock up my ass. Please do it, now."

"That's much better, pussyboy," replied Vlad, his face beaming in trimph, as he placed his Styker-saliva soaked cock just outside of Jeff's still virginal sphincter. "Don't worry, I'll fuck you good!"

Once again looking up at the monitor, I could see the wisdom of my decision to have Murray in charge of the closeup shots of the actual deflowering of the famous Jeff Stryker. The left half of the monitor was virtually filled by the image of Jeff's magnificent butt. It's flawlessly smooth surface, the self-evident firmness of it, and its near perfect shape were all emphasized and enhanced by Murray's skillfully employed camera lens. Jeff's virginal rosebud was also clearly visible. A few inches away loomed Vlad's spit covered battering ram, poised to breach the last remaining barrier to Jeff Strkyer's conversion from gay porn's greatest top into Top Stud Productions lowest bottom.

Murray's camera work on the dick that would forever be known as the Cock that Conquered Strkyer, was also fantastic. Vlad's long, turgid organ, wet and shiny from its recent bath in Jeff's mouth, threatened menacingly outside of the gateway that so many males had fantasized about fucking. With Jeff's unmistakeable voice saying "I want you to fuck me. I'm a pussy. I need your cock up my ass," the camera completed an awesome sweep of Vlad's fuck weapon starting with a hot closeup of its bullet shaped head and the fissure through which hundreds of millions of sperm would soon be exiting into the deepest recesses of Jeff Stryker's ass. The panoramic sweep of the anxious to penetrate phallus continued back, highlighting the complex system of veins which nourished and elevated the proud organ. The side of the massive base tube of the sublime reproductive shaft was also clearly visible. The grand tour of Vlad's cock ended where the base of the thick cock emerged from the Hungarian's dense pubic bush.

The camera swept back up along the length of the long shaft just in time to record the beginning of moment that would forever destroy Jeff Stryker the top. "Okay bitch," Vlad announced. "This is what you've been waiting for."

The long Hungarian love muscle began a slow, steady, and inexorable advance towards its target. Each moment of the final assault on Fortress Stryker was displayed in glorious color on the monitors around the room. Within seconds the smooth but menacing tip, of the turgid organ made contact with Jeff's guardian. As the camera recorded the moment of contact and the concaving of Styker's last line of defense, our sensitive sound system captured and transmitted a gasp from deep within the powerful chest of Jeff Stryker.

Although the struggle was brief, time seemed to be suspended as we watched Jeff's outclassed defender battle hopelessly against the irresistible invader. It's initial bend inward was a desperate act of futility, for once the guardian of his sacred portal could no longer retreat, it's fate was sealed! A second, louder gasp signalled the end of Jeff Stryker the top, as the tip of the rigid battering ram pushed through the never before penetrated ring of muscle. Once the tip was through the rest of the sleek head followed, further widening the breach in Jeff's defenses.

Additional gasps and groans escaped from Jeff's lips as the sensitive nerve endings in his ass transmitted the shattering message that he was being taken. "Ungghhh, oooohhhh, fuck," groaned the capitulating hunk as more and more of the relentless Hungarian invader entered him.

"Oh, she's a tight bitch!" Vlad announced triumphantly as more and more of his hard rod was engulfed by Stryker's steamy, meat gripping ass. "Oh, baby! I think I'm in love" he laughed as Vlad's forward movement was finally brought to a halt when his bushy pubic bone collided with Jeff's smooth buttocks. At my silent cue, Vlad pulled back so that approximately three quarters of an inch of his splendid love muscle was visible to the camera. The image on the monitor told it all!

There was the former hottest top in gay porn, Jeff Stryker, bent over in utter passivity; conquered; defeated; mastered; and subjugated; skewered on the hard cock my smug Hungarian stud. Vlad, his head flung back in glory, his arms crossed on his chest, and his face etched with pride, was the image of the conquering hero at the moment of his greatest triumph. It was just too awesome to behold. I instantly came in my pants.

As I felt my cum running down the underside of my cock, spreading out through the material of my shorts, I too sighed triumphantly, for without me Jeff Stryker would have never been topped. That might not have been my cock buried deep inside of Stryker's ass, but I was the one who had masterminded it. And I was the one who was going to make a lot of money off of it.

"Hey Hector, get that big Puerto Rican cock of yours over hear," Vlad's commanding voice boomed. "Give this bitch something to suck on while I knock her up."

Seconds later my naked Esai Morales clone, carefully reconstructing the scene from Stryker Force, was on the floor, his back partially elevated by a wall of the cell; his legs spread apart, with his stiff cock pointed upwards a Jeff's face.

"Wrap those faggot lips of yours around that hot cock," Vlad snapped as he reached forward and pushed downwards on Jeff's back. The big dicked, cock impaled male offered no resistance as his faced was shoved towards the hot Puerto Rican hose. The formerly in charge Stryker opened his mouth automatically, without prompting from either Hector or Vlad, and started sucking on Hector's stiff phallus.

"She's a hungry cocksucker!" Hector announced gleefully as he watched his dick disappear into the mouth of the fallen porn king. "Whoa, baby! Suck that cock!" he said looking beyond the bent over Stryker and exchanging a knowing look with Vlad.

As Vlad began to piston his rigid boner in and out of the vanquished top's ass, he ordered the toppled king to begin masturbating. "You know for a faggot, you got a pretty big dick. To bad you aren't ever going to use it on anything. You'd be better off with a cunt. Now play with that cock. Show us how much you enjoy getting taken by two real men. Play with that faggot dick of yours. Go on, stroke it cocksucker."

Seconds later the overthrown porn king began the debasing ritual he had inflicted on so many of his co-stars --- jerking off as he was being taken by another male.

Once Stryker commenced this loaded with symbolism act of a submissive, Vlad started rapidly thrusting his pelvis back and forth -- a perfect copy of the classic Jeff Stryker ass fucking technique which was so vividly displayed in Styker Force.

In the meantime, Hector, duplicating the role of Styker's co-star in Stryker Force --- Doug Cory --- grabbed a hold of Jeff's thick hair and began guiding Jeff's head up and down as the handsome fallen hunk sucked away shamelessly on Hector's thick dick. The hot Hispanic even stroked the base of his long, rigid cock, using the saliva that dripped from Stryker's penis stuffed mouth as lubricant. Needless to say, my own cock was once again as hard as a rock.

Even the rest of the film crew was affected by the historic, and incredibly torrid event that was happening before them. These guys were consumate professionals who had filmed thousands of hours of lurid gay porn flicks staring some of the hottest stars in gay porn; but watching the topping of Jeff Stryker, one of the most enduring icons of the industry, was incredibly arousing. I watched as my spellbound crew groped themselves as they trained their cameras, microphones and lights on the subjugated stud being ravished by Hector and Vlad.

Cock flavored Stryker saliva dripped from the vanquished hunk's plundered mouth while Hector contemptuously forced the cocksucking star's face up and down on his erect cock. Dick muffled groans repeatedly escaped from Stryker's cock filled face as Vlad relentlessly plunged his Hungarian fuck stick deep into our new pussyboy. And all the while the formerly dominant top pathetically yanked away on the world famous Stryker cock --- a cock that would never again relieve itself in another male's mouth or ass. I could only imagine the impact that this scene would have on the scores of thousands of horny men who would pay top dollar for a copy of "Stealing Stryker's Cherry Cherry -- the hot top gets raped in prison." A lot of guys would be wiping cum off the floor after watching this scene!

The action in front of the camera was rapidly building to a crescendo. Hector was obviously trying to hold back from cumming, while Vlad too looked like an orgasm was imminent. Even Stryker's big dick was a full mast, helped along no doubt by the pounding his prostate was taking from Vlad invading meat. To everyone's surprise, and against porn protocol, it was the huge meat of the dethroned porn king that began to shoot first. I could hear deep groans of intense pleasure as the double fucked, bent over, former top began to ejaculate thick wads of his famous white cream from his trademark phallus. The thick slab of meat, which had fucked so many other males into cumming, now spewed out its viscous sauce, not in pride over having taken another male, but in submissive joy at having been taken by another male!

While Jeff's monstrous rod fired its wads onto the floor, the lust crazed Puerto Rican hunk went over the top and began to jettison his load of white man lava. Although consumed by lust Hector, did manage to yank Jeff's face off of his cock a nanosecond before the first jets of goo blasted from his cockhead.

The film captures were spectacular! The first wad of Hector's dick snot hurled out of his turgid organ when it was less than two inches from Jeff's mouth. We had an unbelievable shot of this first load of sperm laden goo flying through the air and shooting directly into Stryker's mouth. This was another incredible first for Top Stud Productions --- the first load of cum ever to be filmed dumping into Jeff Stryker's mouth!

That Hector had been incredibly stimulated by the whole scene was evident in both the quantity of semen that he produced and the difficult time he had concentrating on the script. While I had wanted most of the cum to land on Jeff's tongue, we ended up with Strkyer getting a facial hose job from my new Latino star. Cum wads leapt out of Hector's uncontrollable dick and landed all over the face of the debased former top. Rivulets of dick snot formed on Jeff's cheeks. Pools of semen gathered in his mouth, collected behind his teeth, and dribbled out and over his lips before joining together in the natural valley formed by the cleft in his chin. Cum stalactites hung from his right eyebrow where several shots had landed. A wad of stud sauce oozed snot-like out of his left nostril, while cum splatters wadded together clumps of his thick dark hair.

While this scene was unfolding Vlad lost control and joined in the group ejaculation. This again was not according to plan. I had hoped for three well-coordinated cum shots; however, Vlad too had been so taken in by the incredibly eroticism of this once in a lifetime opportunity, that his ass conquering rod began to shoot before Hector's was finished.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh, Fuck! I'm cumming," Vlad groaned as he involuntarily slammed his cock in to the hilt and fired a hot load of cum deep into Jeff's bowels, giving the ass of our new bottom boy its baptism of cum. Quickly recovering, my Hungarian top pulled his cock out of Stryker's ravished asshole, wedged the base of his spewing dick in between Jeff's two ass globes, and fired the several shots of his warm slime onto Jeff's back. With great difficulty the spasming hunk dropped the elevation of his cum spewing rod, fired several globs of sperm rich cream directly onto Strkyer's cock stretched sphincter, and then plunged his cum shooting, semen coated cock back into Jeff's warm lair.

We were witnessing the bare backed, semen injecting sodomizing of a hot stud -- something that was virtually unheard of in current day gay porn. And we were seeing in done to none other than Jeff Stryker!

Once again Murray's camera work was superb. His lens had actually captured the very second that Vlad's cum firing rod had exited Jeff Stryker's portal, providing incontrovertible evidence that the hot top had been bottomed in the most complete way possible. Jeff Stryker had taken a man's load up his ass! It wasn't sheathed in latex, and it hadn't been dumped on Jeff's back. The subsequent video shot of Vlad's cum covered, goo firing dick re-entering Stryker's busted asshole was the final proof as to the depths that the former top had sunk. Once these hot close ups were in the hands of the public, no force on earth could restore Jeff Strkyer to the position from which had been dethroned by the long hard rod of my hot Hungarian stud. Jeff Stryker's conversion into a cock hungry pussyboy would now truly be complete and irreversible.

I was beaming with pride as I continued to watch the action on the monitors. Vlad had just earned his title -- the Impaler; and Jeff Stryker had just earned a new one too-- pussyboy, or as our promotional material would more accurately say "Jeff Stryker, Hot Top Productions' cocksucking, cum-swallowing, bottomboy slut!"

As the scene was ending the all seeing cameras continued to capture each and every lurid detail of Jeff's debut as a fuck toy. Hector finally stopped spurting semen all over Jeff's face, and was able to regain enough composure to grab another handful of the handsome stud's hair, and force his face back down onto Hector's cock, where the satiated Hispanic hunk squeezed the last remaining drops of semen out of his cock and onto Jeff's tongue. When Vlad's large rod also exhausted the Hungarian's supply of nutsauce, the dark haird male, once again pulled his cock out of Jeff's brutalized ass, strode around to Jeff's face, and presented his semen and ass flavored penis to Jeff's mouth.

"Clean me off, faggot," said the sneering Hungarian. The completely submissive former top obediently opened his mouth, accepted the proffered male organ, and began to cleanse it. He did not stop nursing on the rod that had conquered him, until Vlad removed it from Jeff's mouth. As a final, and improvised, indignity, Vlad pushed the vanquished top to the floor and ordered the formerly in charge male to lick his own cum from the floor. And in the fashion of a true, cockslut bottom, Jeff Stryker got onto his hands and knees and lapped his once universally desired semen from the floor.

The King of the Tops was no more!

EPILOGUE

As I had promised, each member of the crew ordered the naked, big dicked, Jeff Stryker onto his knees, and delighted in dumping a load of nutsauce down the throat of the Burundangized former top. (Except Murray, of course, who took Jeff into a side room; made him lay on his back; spread his legs as far apart as possible, and fucked the shit out of him.) My Burundanga supplier, Rafael, showed up later that night and treated himself to a quick knob job by my new acquisition.

We spent the next four days completing "Stealing Stryker's Cherry -- the hot top gets raped in prison." Jeff was brutally buttfucked in the gym by six members of an Afro-American prison gang; he was attacked from behind in the showers; blindfolded, and forced to suck off four other actors -- eating every bit of white goo that came out of their cocks; I had two hot scenes with sadistic guards -- one in which he was given an enema before getting fucked -- and a second one in which he was dragged into the warden's office orally raped by the prison chaplin.

I fed my new star bottom a steady diet of Burundanga during the completion of this movie and the remainder of the "Jeff Stryker Pussyboy" film series. Over the next six weeks we did seven films. The second was "Fill Er Up," in which Jeff starred as a cum craving cocksucker who paid the members of several college frat houses to try to fill up Jeff's stomach with semen. I had never seen so much cum-swallowing in my life! Forty college males dumped their loads into my new pussyboy slut's mouth, and forty college males watched this former hot top slurp down their sperm filled goo like a man dying of thirst. We never did succeed in filling the poor cocksucker up, but it made one hell of a film.

"Fill Er Up" was followed by "The Lifeguard" -- a film in which I had Jeff Stryker play a strict, no-nonsense lifeguard at a public swimming pool. Several of the fathers of some of kids who have been yelled at by the lifeguard take offense and decide to teach him a lesson. Jeff is tricked by one of the fathers into checking out an alleged chlorine leak in the filter house. Once Jeff is inside the filter house the other fathers overpower him; spank him for being bad; and then take turns feeding him cock.

Our third film took us to the an abandoned construction site where we shot "Workingman Stiff." I dressed Jeff in some hot looking, cock emphasizing, construction clothes for this movie. We had him play a straight acting construction worker who gets caught staring at his fellow workers once too many times. The other guys gang up on Jeff at closing time; force him into the construction site trailer; rip his clothes off of him; bend him over a work desk; and fuck him from both ends. The next day the construction crew is amazed when Jeff shows up to work. They are also pleased beyond measure when he takes over one of the portajohns and spends the rest of the day sucking off the other guys. This movie was also Jeff's debut as a pisspig in that three of the tough looking construction workers insist on quenching Jeff's insatiable appetite for cock with piss cocktails. Once again, Murray's closeups of hot urine pouring of of the cocks of the construction workers into Jeff's mouth, were awesome. Yes, Top Stud Productions' pussyboy swallowed every ounce!

Jeff's fourth film for us was a take off of Al Pacino's dark, 1980's gay murder film "Cruising." Stryker played a Pacino like police officer investigating the crimes. Where we departed from the Pacino film was in the leather bars. Instead of having Jeff cruising the place, we have him plunge completely into it as an insatiable bottom. (Yes, he was fisted twice while making the movie; tied and lightly tortured, and generally passed around the bar for the pleasure of the members.)

The fifth film was called "The Milkman." In it Jeff played a married man who falls into the clutches of an older man while Jeff's wife is away visiting her mother. The older guy gets Jeff smashed on booze; drags him into his bedroom; and spends the next several days repeatedly milking Jeff's monster cock dry. He fucks Jeff up the ass; spoon feeds Stryker the product of his milkings; and forces Jeff to rim him. The older guy photographs each lurid act of debasement and blackmails Jeff into bottoming for him and his buddies after their weekly card game. We pitched this at the senior citzen crowd and made a fortune!

The sixth film was titled "Doctor's Bitch." In it Jeff played a recently divorced man who was troubled about feelings of bisexuality. He goes to a psychiatrist for help, but has the misfortune to chose a psychiatrist who is a sociopath. The doctor sedates Stryker; takes him to a colleague's office; straps him face down on an examination table; loads him up with pyschotropic drugs; and rapes him. When Jeff awakens he finds himself in stirrups undergoing a gynecological examination by the mad physician. All sorts of strange items are shoved up the hapless stud's ass by the out of control physician. He is fed more pyschotropic drugs and sexual stimulants while the psychiatrist sodomizes and masturbates him. By the end of the flick the ambivalent bisexual Jeff has been reduced to a cock craving homosexual.

One of our funnier flicks with Jeff was our seventh and last film -- Queen of the Prom. Jeff plays a straight mechanic who makes the mistake of answering a service call at the mansion home of a drag queen. Unaware of the true sexuality of the "woman" who greets him, Jeff turns his back on her while walking towards the garage. A vase over the head renders him unconscious. When he wakes up he is wearing mesh nylons and dressed like a French maid. The drag queen has tied him to her bed. Her condition for release is head -- the alternative being castration. Our reluctant star agrees to suck her off , and is in the process of doing so, when six of her lisping, screeching "sisters" show up. They immediately set upon Jeff, strip him and fuck him silly. All of his clothing, money and possessions are taken away from him, and he is forced to live with them as their naked boytoy. The sight of the former top on his knees blowing a transvestite dressed like a nurse, or watching Jeff on his back with his legs draped across the shoulders of a debutant, while the debutant's dick plunges in and out of his ass, is simply incredible.

Our contract with Jeff called for seven movies, after which I discontinued the Burundanga doses and allowed Jeff's true personality to re-emerge. (Before discontinuing the drug, I did indulge one particular fantasy of mine. I drove him into the country and spent a day at a farm owned by a friend of mine. The only camera I brought along was my home video camera. With the help of the Burundanga and the cooperation of my friend I was successful in capturing my ultimate fantasy on film -- the world's greatest top blowing a horse, and then getting fucked up the ass by a doberman pincher. These films will never see the light of day, but I have to tell you that seeing Jeff getting boned by that dog, or better still watching that stallion's huge cock pump its wad down Jeff's throat get me hard every time!)

As I said, I eventually discontinued the Burundanga and allowed the real personality of Jeff Stryker to emerge. As Rafael had promised, and as all of my research had confirmed, Jeff Stryker had no memory of what had transpired. He only became aware of what had happened when Top Stud Productions released "Stealing Stryker's Cherry -- the hot top gets raped in prison."

The rage, anger and threats that poured out of Jeff over the phone were unbelieveable, but once he and his lawyers got a hold of the contracts and watched the film, they all understood that proving that the contracts had been written under fraudulent circumstances would be impossible. There were just too many highly credible witnesses to Jeff's "consensual" activities in the film, and with the crew after each day of filming. (Oh, yes, my guys fed that poor cocksucker dick every single day.)

The other films were released, and we all made a shitload of money, including Jeff Stryker. He initially tried to make a come back as a top with a series of his own films, but the public simply would not buy it. We had stamped an indelible image of him as a slutty, cocksucking, anal passive, bottom into the minds of the consumers. His new series of movies portraying him as a top were all failures.

With his career as a top at a dead end, and facing an uncertain economic future, I made Jeff an extremely generous financial offer to sign on permanently with Top Stud Productions, but only as a slutty bottom. I also indicated, off the record, that he would be expected to move in with me and perform certain routine services. He held out for eight months, before finally agreeing to my terms just before his creditors were to begin seizing his assets.

I'm happy to report that Top Stud Productions is now working on its second seven part "Jeff Stryker Pussyboy" series. I'm also proud to tell you that my dick and I have unlimited access to those luscious Strkyer lips and that magnificent Jeff Stryker ass. Only now when he is blowing me or taking my cock up his ass, there ain't any Burundanga involved. He is fully aware of what he is doing; and why he has to do it. He also remembers each and every shameful detail. (And I must confess that every once in awhile I slip Jeff some Burundanga and make him go down on my friends. They enjoying dumping a load down the poor cocksucker's throat, and he is none the wiser the next day.) Ain't life grand!