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“One Night in Prague”
By
Jotto
If you are attracted to the bright lights of film making, but only view them from afar, you may not know how hard it is to work on a movie. The long hours and intense demands can wear heavily on a soul. And if you add to that the uncertainty of filming on location in a foreign land, well it can greatly increase tensions. And one of the most intense jobs in film is that of a script supervisor. The duties of a script supervisor include creating a script breakdown or shooting schedule, helping the producer and director during production, maintaining a current script with all the revisions that are made, creating a production book and sharing notes with the production and post-production teams. But the payoff is that this job is often the fastest way to becoming an actual producer. So when Stephan Wilder, the script supervisor of a moderately budgeted sci-fi film that was headed straight to Netflix, finally got a day off after seven insane weeks of running a film crew in Prague fourteen to sixteen hours a day, seven days a week, well, I hope you could forgive him if he wanted to strut his stuff and dive ass-first into the gay nightlife of a strange land that was exciting and new to him. And much to Stephan’s delight, Prague was surprisingly gay friendly.
So armed only with a cellphone and a wad of local currency, Stephan stepped out and proud dressed for battle on the dance floor by wearing as little as possible that highlighted his prodigious manhood and that showed off as much skin as the law would allow without being on a beach. He wore a dress shirt over his abbreviated shirt and short-shorts in a half hearted attempt at modesty, but that shirt was going to be gone as soon as he hit the dance floor. As he made his way through the lobby of the hotel, he encouraged catcalls from his fellow crew members that have always been entertained by his flirtatious nature and that are now stunned by the audacity of his man-hunting attire. And there were a few straight male members of the crew who now saw him as a sexy being and dared to wonder what it would be like to bed that alluring creature.
When his one true fag-hag honorary sister, Bethany spotted him, this jiggly mass of polished ebony Jello joyfully shouted, “Dressed to kill! Can I come with and watch the carnage, girl?”
Stephan twirled with a snap, “Girl, where this bussy is going and about to be subject to no mere breeder could withstand. This fag is going faster than supersonic. Ahead warp factor sixty-nine.”
And with a twirl, Stephan lifted the tail of his shirt to show off his ass-hugging, skin-tight short-shorts.
A layer of denim that was so tight that had to have been painted on, coated his young round buttocks without a single wrinkle. So form fitting was it that it was easy to imagine him bare-ass naked. Up front, his manhood was so snuggly cradled that it rocked to-and-fro with every step and sway of his hips. On the rear view, the center ass-splitting seam of stitched denim disappeared deep between his bulbous cheeks and rode up so tightly into the razor thin valley between his legs that it polished his glorious hole with a gentle buffing as the fabric was worked back and forth by his thick rolling thighs. Stephan was gleefully being molested by his own clothing. And like the arches of McDonald’s, the thin straps of his florescent hot-pink thong arched up out of his short-shorts, over his hips and disappeared down into the nether regions of his body letting all know there was a hot meal to be enjoyed by all.
Stephan campily announced “Girl, take a look at this hot ass and remember it, cause in no time at all it is going to be wrecked by some man I haven’t met yet.”
Bethany laughed, “Boy, you be naughty, but be careful. We’re in a strange land. These people might not be ready for you.”
Stephan smiled, “No they are not. But before they know it, these Czech boys are going to worship this fine piece of ass.”
As they hugged, Bethany grabbed his ass, “Em, that is fine.”
Stephan playfully slapped her hand away, “Oh, Shame on you. You know no girls are allowed there. Don’t take e call H. R. on you”
Bethany giggled, “I am H. R., you fine bitch.”
With a Cheshire Cat smile, a hop, a skip and a jump, Stephan frolicked on his way. There was one disapproving glare and it came from the prim and proper doorman, which only delighted a provocateur like Stephan as he sashayed passed him and bolted out into the pleasant night and floated down the sidewalk. Stephan’s moisturized skin subtly glistened in the light of historic iron lamps that that stood tall over the cobblestone avenues and turned the heads of all that caught a glimpse of this one man gay pride parade.
The map on Stephan’s phone indicated that the nearest gay nightclub was just blocks away so he decide to work the walkways of Prague and give those lovely Czech boys and girls an eyeful of “Sta-Fine”, as he liked to call himself whenever he was ever in a frisky mood. And quite frequently, Stephan would look back to keep score of how many people he got to do a double take and look at him as he swished on by.
Stephan was very proud of his young tight body and loved to show it off whenever he was at the gym or at his pilates class by wearing any one of his colorful and revealing lycra outfits. My personal favorite was the ensemble he called “The Cotton Candy Kid”, a combination of pink and white that left very little to the imagination, especially the white parts. And to see his large semi-erect cock wrapped partway around his waist and pressing outward against the delicate fabric of his shorts in a desperate effort to be noticed was a sight that could make the straightest man doubt his orientation. And like a child screaming for attention, his man-pump made it known that it was ever ready to purge a load by passing a drop of pre-cum through the loose weave of his shorts.
In the weight room where gay men are known to push the limits of minimalist fashion in order to show off their muscles, Stephan was a true trailblazer. His attire was already sheer enough, but as he sweated, what little clothing he wore became absolutely transparent. And he loved to work up a good sweat. The gym management had talked to him about toning it down a notch or two, but when they realized his fashion choices stimulated attendance, they just let Stephan be Stephan. And his steam room antics were the actions that legends are made of and inspire songs. Every man in that gym wanted him, and almost every man did. Then after every workout, without changing out of his tights, he would go to the grocery store to pick up some trivial item, and maybe a man too. He was and is the beast of West Hollywood, one of the many walking attractions that town is know for.
So…okay, he’s a slut, but he’s a fun loving slut with an otherwise virtuous soul and a truly compassionate heart of gold.
However, the world of film making was his religion, so Stephan always dressed much more demure whenever at work. Oh but when the sun went down, Stephan shined at his brightest as he hunted for someone to wax his cute ass with their pearlescent polish.
As he walked the streets of Prague, he was having such a fun time busting people who tried to sneak a look at him by turning sharply on a heels and shooting them with his finger and a wink, especially at the men who were still pretending to be straight. But on one such gotcha moment, Stephan notice that a taxi cab seemed to be following him, but from a distance. In his hubris, he just thought he had another admirer. But after repeated sightings of that taxi, Stephan decided to test the cabby’s admiration (And to play it a little safer) by taking a shortcut down an alley that was too narrow for the taxi. Indeed, the taxi couldn’t fit and stopped at the entrance to the alley and waited until Stephan was nearly out of sight. Stephan looked back just as the cab sped off. Relieved, Stephan turned forward and continued on his merry way. But as he was about to emerge from the alley, he realized his phone lost the signal and his map became confused. As Stephan was about to emerge onto a main thoroughfare, he saw a cab parked at the end of the alley. Stephan assumed that this was another taxi, but what he didn’t know was that his latest admirer knew so well every twist of asphalt and the placement of every cobblestone. The taxi driver had just sped around to the other end of the alley to wait for him like a trapdoor spider.
Stephan innocently walked up to the cab waving his phone to get the cabby’s attention. Oh, but Stephan already had the driver’s full attention as the front passenger side rolled down. As Stephan got closer, his well trained eye for details noticed that the markings of the taxi seemed a little different, but he didn’t think much of it. And as he got closer still, he could see that the driver was a mountain of a man who just barely fit into the front of the car even thought the seat had been pushed all the way back. One of the sometimes unfortunate characteristics one develops working in Hollywood is to be quick to judge a book by its cover. Stephan categorized him as a heterosexual and rated him as a zero on the Kinsey Scale, he couldn’t have been more wrong.
Stephan leaned in and asked, “Hi, um, do you speak English?”
The driver kindly responded with a nod and a thick accent, “Yes, very good I do.”
Stephan let out a gentle sigh of relief, “Oh good, my phone isn’t working and I’m trying to get to this club.”
Stephan held the phone out so the cabby could look at it.
The cabby smiled, “Oh, you gay boy?”
Stephan sighed with a battle weariness as the gay activist in him got ready for another protest, “Ah, yeah. Do you have a problem with that?”
The cabby guffawed, “No, not at all, we love the gays here. Spend lot of money, good, and always friendly. But this club you show me is no good, no fun… from what I hear.”
Stephan looked at his phone, “Really? But it has an excellent rating.”
The cabby shook his head, “You know… rating unreliable. A good looking man like you need great music and other good looking men. I take you to where all the best looking men go. Get in, I take you there.”
Stephan was lured at the prospect of meeting the hottest guys in town but hesitated to accept a ride from a stranger, “Well, I wanted to walk, it’s such a lovely night. Can you just tell me where it is.”
The cabby shook his head, “It is too far to walk and you get lost, I take you there, no charge, just to show how much we like the gays.”
Stephan considered it in order to get the party started, “Are you sure? I don’t want to be any trouble.”
The cabby simply waved him in and Stephan eagerly opened the back door and slid on in. What Stephan didn’t know is that many cereal evil doers can be very charming and downright disarming… at first.
Now, did you ever have one of those moments whereas soon as you did something, you realized it was a mistake? Well, Stephan had one of those moments. As soon as he shut the car door, he realized there was no handles on the inside of the door. And then he checked the other door and it too had no handle.
With some trepidation, Stephan leaned forward to tap on the clear plastic partition between him and the driver and asked, “Hey, why are there no handles on the doors?”
And with an intermittent screech of rubber tires hopping across cobblestones, the cab sped off with a lurch forcing Stephan back into the vinyl plastic of the bench seating. And as the cab sped away, they passed the club that Stephan was going to in the first place. And it was so alive with bright lights and great booming music and good looking people pouring in and out of the doors and flooding the sidewalks and streets.
Stephan protested, “Hey, that place looks great. Take me back there.” Stephan slapped the patrician, “Hey…did you hear me? Stop this car and let me out right here…please!”
And just as Stephan lost sight of the nightclub, he turned forward just in time to see the driver putting on a gas mask. The young man sank back into the seat with confusion and fear. Since he had occasionally leered at the hunky stuntmen on his film as they performed their stunts, he desperately thought he might be able to do a tuck and roll out of the car window. He tried to roll down the windows, but the switches weren’t working. In actuality, he would have severely injured himself any way.
“What are you doing?” Stephan feared to ask.
The huge driver did not give Stephan the courtesy of answering him as his breathing became amplified inside the gas mask. Stephan’s phone chimed letting him know it had acquired a signal. Stephan was quick to work his phone. He tried frantically to remember the three digit emergency number for the Czech Republic but couldn’t remember it in the throughs of panicking.
Stephan muttered frantically, “Ah, 1-1-2? No, that’s Europe, God damn it. Ah 1-5-1? Fuck, 1-5-0? Yeah, 1-5-0.”
And just as Stephan dialed the number, he could smell the car was filling up with an odor that reeked of a pungent medication or something like a chemical cleaner. The smell was so revolting that it made him cough.
A recorded voice could be heard from his phone.”Všechny linky jsou obsazené, podržte pro dalšího operátora.” Then in English, “All lines are busy, please hold for the next operator.” Then the recording played in a third language and so on.
Stephan pleaded with the recording, “Please, don’t do this to me. Somebody pickup! God damn it.”
Just then, a wave of calmness swept over Stephan. Then the calmness gave way to indifference, and then complete and utter apathy. Stephan just didn’t care anymore. His hand let go of his phone and his arms dropped to his side as his head slumped into his chest, his chin came to rest in his man-cleavage. His body swayed one way and then the other as the taxi driver swiftly slalomed through the tangled streets of the ancient city. Stephan was fully aware that he had been drugged and was being abducted, and he couldn’t have cared less. Stephan was under the influence of an underground narcotic called, 4:19.
Which is short for the biblical passage, Ephesians 4:19, “They have become callous and have given themselves up to sensuality, greedy to practice every kind of impurity.”
And that’s just what the vaporized drug had done to Stephan, made him physically and morally weak and willing to put up with any sort of depravity that would be done on to him. He just didn’t care any more.
After twenty minutes of racing over a mixture of cobblestone and asphalt streets, the cab pulled up beside a dilapidated industrial building that had been condemned at least decade prior. As a matter of fact, the whole industrial park was a land that time and government had forgotten all about and left for nature to slowly reclaim. Stephan watched with complete indifference as the large man got out and then pulled him out of the car and cradled his handsome body in his arms as if were a sleeping child. Stephan knew something bad was about to happen, but again, he just didn’t care.
Stephan’s body was folded up tight enough for his thick thighs to crush his genitals together. And though the pain level was very uncomfortable, the young man was too affected by the chemicals he had to inhaled to do anything about it. The man carried Stephan over to a steel door and knocked on it with his heavily booted foot. A moment passed and just as he was about to kick the door again, it swung inward and disappeared into a dark abyss that was as dark and cold as the Mariana Trench. As Stephan was carried in and consumed by the darkness, it did occur to him without any emotional impact that he might never see the outside of this building ever again.
The air inside had the stench of a moldy old building, the distinct bouquet of dried up sperm, and a definite hint of fead and slaughtered meat. Stephan was brought into a dimly lit room and laid out on a table of rough-hewed wood. The big man plopped Stephan out on the table and splayed out his unresisting limbs. As the big man spread out the young man’s legs, he was bemused and amused by how wide his legs could be parted. Years of pilates and yoga made that quite possible for Stephan. Then another man wearing the attire of a butcher walked into the room. The two talked in a language Stephan wasn’t able to understand.
In Czechoslovakian, the two men talked…
The butcher was annoyed and asked with an impatient temper, “What have you brought me, a joke? He’s too small for our needs. I was just about to prepare that truly impressive Norwegian bodybuilder for shipping and then you interrupt me for this, this… puny runt”
The driver grabbed the large bulge that was the middle of Stephan’s shorts, “Look, did you see this, it is huge, this more than makes up for any thing else. He’s packing some serious meat. Besides, he’s cute, I’m sure somebody will want to pay good money for his cute body and huge cock.”
The butcher scoffed, “Huge cock my ass, that’s obviously nothing but padding. You’ve been fooled again. Here, look.”
And with that, the butcher moved a desk lamp over to shine a spot of light on the young man’s crotch and ripped open his shorts and ripped off his thong. To the butchers surprise, Stephan’s humongous cock and balls flop out and droop down heavily. His captors could feel the weight of his manhood rollout even without touching it, almost as if it had displaced some of the air in the room. And Stephan looked on with disinterest as his privates were so callously examined and talked about. Any other time, this would have turned him on to have men strip him and ogle over his exposed privates, but not while under the influence of 4:19, so he remained flaccid.
The butcher could not believe his eyes, “Incredible, this is the second huge cock in the same week, first that negro buck, and now him. This is going to be a profitable month for us.”
The driver asked, “So we’re going to milk him, right?”
“Of course, until his nuts run dry. Then we’ll throw him to the wolves and make a sex-doll of him.”
The driver cleared his throat, “He is a cute one. Do you think I could fuck him first? You know, before he’s ruined by all the others. I’d like to have at that tight ass of his before it gets all loose and sloppy.”
The butcher smiled, “Sure, whatever, I don’t care. You can fill his ass with your sperm and torture him for all I care. But first we milk him, you can fuck him later. Now, let’s get him hard.”
The butcher reached into his pocket and pulled out a syringe already loaded with an erectile medication. The driver grabbed onto the base of Stephan’s cock to steady it for the butcher’s injection.
The butcher scoffed, “I don’t need your help.”
The driver sheepishly said, “I know, I just want to hold onto it.”
The butcher rolled his eyes, “Fine”
The butcher grabbed onto the plump end of Stephan’s penis and harpooned it with the hypodermic needle and injected the entire contents into the core of his cock.
Yes, it hurt Stephan to have his cock pierced like that, but he couldn’t have cared less while under the influence of that drug. The young man’s cock reacted immediately to the stimulant and started to rise up like a snake that’s about to strike as its pearlescent venom simultaneously started to drool out. The butcher caught the first drop of Stephan’s essence and smeared it between his fingers to test its viscosity and consistency.
The butcher placed the clear drop of the Stephan’s precum on his tongue, “Hm, sweet, with a hint of pineapple juice. He obviously was prepared for some serious fluid exchange.” The butcher pat Stephan on his balls, “Well young man, looks like we’ll be the ones to relieve you of all your sweet sperm.”