Camming in the Covid Bubble

So, in the last story, my three young housemates and I had become unexpectedly friendly, intimately so.

We coasted along like that, with casual gropes and sexual exploration becoming an integral part of the household routine. That lasted for several months...and then covid hit, and soon after, the state locked down. The girls got laid off at the thrift store, book store, and coffee shop, the university closed down, and went to online classwork, and we were all stuck at home. It helped that my house has a huge yard, several acres, most of it well screened from the neighbors, and a big garden, plus fruit trees, berry bushes, and ducks, so we kept busy, had plenty of fresh food, didn't have to hit the grocery store too often, and didn't feel too confined. We managed not to get sick, too, which was kinda the point of the bubble,

Thee months in, though, cash was becoming a problem. I'd told the girls not to worry about rent until they got back to work, but it was looking like that was a long way off. It was Jade that called the house meeting...

"Ok guys, we need to get some money coming in, my stash is almost gone. How are you two doing"?

Hanna answered for herself and Kim, they pretty much worked as a couple, even if it was an open relationship. "We've been doing a little camming. We did it together years ago, started up again a few weeks back. The black on blonde lesbian thing has an audience... but we need to come up with some fresh ideas, traffic is dropping off."

"Could I cam with you? Or what if we tied mister M to the bed and did rude things to him? Think that would get fans?"...this was Jade.

"Gray hair tortured by lesbo gang...yeah, that would get some hits"

"Hey! Don't I get a vote? I'm not sure I want to become a porn star at 60"

I'd posed nude for figure drawing classes several times over the years, and there are pictures of naked me on the internet, and I'm in good shape for an old guy, but this was quite a bit more exposure than I'd planned on at my age.

"Why not? You're equipped for the role, mister. We'd have a hood or something on you, so it's not like your kids or neighbors might recognize you, you haven't got any tats that would give it away to an ex or kids or something."

"Thanks for putting that thought in my head, Hannah. I do not want to think about what porn my kids watch".

"Your dick might give it away to an ex. It's real pretty for such a big one"

"Nice proportions, graceful, fat head and tapered shaft, smooth, straight, just enough veins, nice and hard and reliable..."

"Oh come on! It's been years since anyone other than you guys have seen it. Most of my exes are probably dead..Certainly not watching porn, in their 60's or past. No one has a memory that good"

"Well, I'm not gonna to forget it"

That was Hannah.

"Or me"

"Me neither"

"We'd make sure you had a good time" That was Hanna again, with a wicked grin.

"You guys are just buttering me up, playing to my vanity. Ok, I'm in"

"That didn't take much arm twisting... and it looks like he's hard...I think he likes the idea"...that was Jade, with a cheerful leer on her face.

The girls had some great ideas. They decided a "feminazi" gang made more sense than lesbians, and went with that theme. No iron crosses ( and the swastikas were the original Eurasian version, not the one the Nazis perverted) but we had lots of flaming skulls. We scrounged Etsy and eBay to find old biker leathers and combat boots, and once they arrived, Jade hand painted the "gang colors" on the back of the jackets... an eight armed semi nude Kali standing on a pile of skulls, with flames rising from them and behind her, her hands holding a doubled motorcycle chain, a dildo that looked like a bastard child of a police nightstick and a donkey dick, something that could either be a packer prosthetic dick, or a severed real one, a flaming sword, an AK-47 with a extended magazine, a bullwhip, a set of manacles, and a flaming tulwar sabre. Way over the top, but colorful and fun.

Then we set up the inside of one of the outbuildings around my house ( it's on the site of an old farm, with several sheds and barns of various sizes spread around the yard ) to look like the office of an abandoned warehouse. An old stained futon on the floor, tie down rings in the wall, whitewashed windows, litter and dust scattered around. I built a pipe structure I could be bent over and tied to, Jade did the graffiti on the walls, she and Hanna did marker pen "tats" on all of them, set our phones as cameras on tripods at several vantage points, and we were in business.

The teaser opens with a shot of two beat up bobbers parked in a trash strewn alley, then pans across filthy, heavily tagged brick walls to a rusty, graffiti covered roll up steel door ( shot on location in an old town nearby, bikes loaned by a couple friends)

Jump cut to a dimly lit interior, pan over a grimy, graffiti tagged room, settling on a nude, older male, cruelly bound, ass up over a pipe frame, with three young

women in scanty, fantasy biker gear abusing him. One has a gloved hand buried halfway up her forearm in his ass. His erection is big, red, hard, and dripping. Wires run from a scary looking metal box with dials and lights, to clamps and bands on his dick and balls. The other two are taking turns flogging him, one in a fancy Florentine double flogger technique, the other with a monster of a flogger she uses two handed, winding up from over her shoulders.

That shot took some work to manage, and it's a good thing Jade has tiny hands and arms. And that I like being flogged. And fisted. A lot. It did pull half a million views in less than a month, and the full video has sold close to ten thousand copies. You would think that scenario would have a tiny market, but you know what the corollary for rule 34 is... "don't assume there's not a market for something you've never seen"

The full video opens with me as a scruffy homeless guy, with a "will work for food" cardboard sign on a street corner, when a nondescript van pulls up. The driver says she's got work for me, and I get in, noticing the two women in back, but not concerned. It's not until we get to an empty part of town that one of them loops a garrote around my neck, pinning me to the seat long enough for the other to get a

rag over my face. Of course it's soaked in some sort of drug that puts me out like a light, and I wake up tied to a bunch of pipe, nude and wired for electrical torture. Pretty soon, there are three masked women in biker gear stroking lube onto their monstrous strapons, and one of them working her hand into my ass. They take turns fucking my ass ( those two foot long, beer can thick monsters in the vid did NOT go in me, that was done with camera angles and FX) while another one milks my dick, and the finale is the three of them using my face and dick to get off.

I was pretty much a limp wreck by the time we were done. The editing cut out all the prep and fluffing, pauses to let me off the pipes for a while, etc, but it was a

rough day.. They would have had me stop several times, but I got into the role, and there's something to that subspace thing.

That "Feminazi's Revenge"video earned us a nice chunk of money, a rep, and a bunch of followers. All of us got tired of the seeming obligatory online interactions with fans, expected of even fringe "celebrities", but eventually we wanted to try something else...the money was awfully good.