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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: LAMI PI PRODUCTIONS 3 – 4
Published: 13.02.2024
Lami Pi Productions 3 – 4
CHAPTER 3 – Jewel Heist
His special team of packers had informed Jackson that of his most recent shipment, 6 of the girls were American, eighteen were Europeans, all taken captive in either Manila or Jakarta. The remainder of the girls were classic young Filipino beauties, several of them children as young as six years old.
Jackson knew the entire consignment would end up at a private country club, one that with good reason privately referred to itself as the Cuntry Club. Its sole purpose for existence was to feed the sexual drives of members who derived pleasure from abusing beautiful females, with a particular interest in their genitalia.
It was incredibly rare that any outsider was ever invited to attend an event at the Cuntry Club, but because of his services in transporting their livestock, Jackson had earned special standing with a couple of the Club’s key members, including the president.
Because it was the first shipment to that California port for one of his better clients, he went out to ensure things went well, with no surprises. Jackson prided himself in protecting the interests of his valued clients, and when a shipment brought him a quarter-million or more in profit, he attended the shipment’s delivery.
The night before the consignment’s arrival, the client, Jimmy Schuster, invited him to a private party, held at the docks in a prepared space in one of his large warehouses. Cars could drive into to park so that there was no visible large group of high-end vehicles in an industrial area, which would have drawn attention.
Although the dress was casual, all of the people arrived at his dockside warehouse in large limos, and the chauffeurs parked them inside, well out of sight. All of the guests were male, were among the elite of San Franciscan society, and all of them had much to hide. When they held a special party, particularly like this one, the evil intent of the event was highly secretive, because of the scandalous and viciously harsh nature of what they planned.
“These guys attending tonight are all wealthy businessmen and politicians, all of them flaming gays, but none has ever come out of the fuckin’ closet,” his friend Jimmy told him. “At least not to the rest of the world. I got invited because I am trusted, and I provided the space here for them to conduct their nasty business. And nasty it will be, guaranteed.
“This is not the kind of affair they would want anyone to know about, and certainly not know that they were present, or ever endorsed. They go to great lengths to ensure nobody knows about their secret life and take extraordinary efforts to disguise this kind of activity.
“Applying a high level of discretion gives these people the opportunity to do whatever they wish, and to enjoy their kind of sexuality with impunity. The official line for others is that they are attending a political dinner at a private club, which ensures nobody can ever check on the facts. Three of their members are politicians.”
Half a dozen naked six-year-old boys, perfectly trained, served drinks as the men stood around the room socializing. They showed appropriate interest in their six naked little servants, but remained with the social scene, and did nothing about it.
After an hour of cocktails and mindless chitchat, the all-male audience of about sixty separated to form a large circle under the specially installed lights. Into the circle was brought a pair of muscular young men, their sleek bodies oiled. Both men were naked except for shiny black spike-heeled boots.
Both of the nude young men walked as if they were unused to wearing women’s boots, and had their knees slightly bent. They were both sporting impressive erections and large full scrotums from their cleanly shaved groins. Their grooming was immaculate, with their heads shaved as cleanly as the rest of their nude bodies. They were cleaner of hair than the day they were born.
Their stiff penises were dribbling gleaming droplets of pre-ejaculation fluid that splashed on the concrete floor. Although the two cleanly shaved young men were as hair-free as the day they were born, Jackson suspected neither of these nude and tattooed gentlemen was as innocent as a baby.
Their muscular bodies bore gang-related tattoos, showing they once belonged to a crude support network. However now, particularly since they had been jerked out of death row in a federal prison to participate in this late evening sexual event, they were entirely on their own, naked and humiliated by the erotic female boots they were required to wear.
“These guys are lifers from San Quentin, with no chance of parole, ever,” Jimmy told him, “Convicted of murder, and with three strikes against each, they are happily without the minor inconvenience of any family ties. They were both homeless drifters, with no fixed address when arrested. They are ideal specimens for this group’s activities.
“Such people are valuable to this group, because they can be seriously harmed, or can even disappear from the face of the earth, with no embarrassing lingering questions. They are perfect subjects for this kind of evening, for several reasons.
“They’re both what we refer to as fully disposable, and any damage occurring to them can easily be attributed to the very tough environment of the prison. Prison fights are common, and very few inmates don’t receive permanent scars and markings each year, and some are killed. Shit happens.
“That entirely suits our nefarious intentions for them. We can do whatever we fuckin’ please with them. These boys are here to give the gays a thrill, and I find their contests stimulating as well. I hope you’re in the mood to witness a very violent, aggressive event that might get a bit bloody.”
“Sounds good to me,” Jackson said. “in addition to having a gym to work out in regularly, these boys look like they’ve had access to and enjoyed a highly effective organ enhancer, like Viagra or Cialis,” he observed. “It’s amazing what a chemical boost to the libido can accomplish.”
“Three pills each,” his friend confirmed. “They’re used to them because the warden issues a cock-stimulating pill to all virile prisoners every morning. They are released into the exercise yard naked. He invites an audience every morning, and likes to see them so wound up they can’t help but mount and butt fuck each other in the prison yard.
“The prison gang leaders have their way raping the lesser guys they dominate, with enforcers always accompanying them, just like bodyguards, which they probably are. I’ve seen the rapes happen in the exercise yard, thanks to the hospitality of the Warden. The convicts breed like fucking mink, but none of them ever drops a fucking sprog.
“The guys on the bottom have to depend on their best friend, their fist, to get their pricks to spurt while they’re being buggered. It’s quite a sight to see a man with his ass propped in the air getting his asshole reamed while he jerks himself off. He hates it, but it sure doesn’t look like it.
“These guys engage in anal sex at the prison several times a week. They’re so used to it that after entry, it hardly hurts their asshole at all. Their puckered rectums are what are commonly known in the sex industry as boy-cunts. Quite appropriate, don’t you think?”
“That’s descriptive,” Jackson said, “I’ve always preferred the rectum of a woman for sexual gratification when I tired of her cunt, and if I’m in the mood when I’m ejaculating it’s satisfying to burn the ass of the bitch I’m buggering with a cigarette if she requires encouragement.
“Burning her ass produces very stimulating squeezing of her entire colon on my cock, almost like a milking action, as if my prick was a teat on a cow. The best of them I refer to as my cock milkers, because they effectively drain my balls with the milking action of their fundament.
“My wife doesn’t require the cigarette burns, because she’s got the action of her anal sphincter down cold. Her colon’s an amazing penis milker. She’s great, but I’ve found that the anal contractions of a girl either in or before her early teens are even more satisfying.
“In my humble estimation, porking young bungholes, or muck-fucking, if there’s shit present, is always most satisfying. I require the young ladies to use their mouths to clean off my penis, and as much as they hate it, they all do, knowing the alternative will bring them sudden severe pain.
“Of course, the younger girls are tighter but also seem to have this incredible passion to draw semen from my balls. It’s an amazing sensation. I’ve never plumbed the butt of a male, but the rectum of little girls is where it’s at, believe me, there’s no better way if you’re just looking for a straight-ass fuck.”
Billy nodded and continued with his description of what was about to occur at the gay gathering. “It’s amazing what a massive dose of designer dick stiffener and a taste of high-quality purified speed in the competitors can achieve at these parties. It makes them go berserk. These two guys have got both in their systems.
“It’s all a matter of creating the right environment, atmosphere, for these guys to get it on. Both have a record of being brutal fighters, and I’ve heard there is some serious money riding on the outcome of this battle. These boys will love performing for a crowd of men. I think you’ll enjoy being in on this.”
Handlers placed stout leather belts around the waists of the two nude men. Each belt was fitted with a cuff attached to the back. Each man had his left wrist placed in the cuff, effectively immobilizing the left arm. Now they had just one hand to work with, whatever it was that was expected of them in this bizarre situation.
It reminded Jackson of that whacky nude kiddie knife fight in Siberia he’d read about in the paper. This was precisely the situation their drunken parents had put their nude little daughters in, and all just to settle a dispute over the ownership of a fishing boat.
There was no limit to what some parents were willing to do to be right. Jackson thought the butcher knives were pretty drastic for the situation, but all to their own devices. The parents were, according to the report, and the knives came late in the fight between their naked toddlers.
“This is exclusively guy sport,” Billy continued, “But I think the ladies would enjoy observing it as well. Women get off on watching nude people of either gender doing damage to each other, particularly sexual damage. For cunts, the more severe and sexually oriented the competition they’re watching is, the better.
“It’s just that this special interest gay group doesn’t need or want any cunts hanging out at their private and distinctive parties. This is entirely for guys. These guys have built a tight organization that is completely informal but with very strict rules. Our being here is an unusual exception.
“It’s a special fight night,” Jimmy explained. “This is going to be a handicap bout. They can’t put up much of a defense with only one arm. To maintain balance with the use of only one arm, these guys will be forced to keep their legs apart and their knees bent, which means kicking will be tough.
“In these terrific women’s high-heeled boots, their every movement will cause their long stout stiff pricks to bob and wag beautifully, and their big ball sacks to swing wildly. I’ve seen a couple of gut-punching fights with them nude and wearing the boots. It’s fucking fantastic!”
“I’d guess their testicles will be vulnerable to abuse as well,” Jackson said and smiled broadly, “Protective cups would detract from the possible. A ball-crushing kick could be quite stimulating. This competition is likely to become very interesting.”
“They won’t have too much chance to kick at the other guy’s balls,” Billy explained, “Because the high-heeled boots are too hard for them to keep their balance in. No, it’s all about single-fist punching in this case. They do put on a pretty good show, and their nuts will quite likely take a beating. I’m quite happy we were invited.”
“I haven’t seen a good fight since my school days,” Jackson told his friend, “And except for one that broke out in the showers, those were not in the nude, they were just playground scraps between guys who thought they had something to prove. They’d happen before school or at recess almost every week.
“That nude shower fight was quite funny because the whole high school football team was there as witnesses of an unplanned fight that broke out between two of the players after practice, while everyone was showering. The coach was usually there, but he had to go to a school-teacher meeting, so there were no adults present.
The two naked guys who fought were jerking hard on their roots, leaning back and masturbating in the shower, having a ‘mine’s bigger than yours’ contest, when at first their egos and then emotions took over, and from that point, things quickly turned quite nasty.
“They grabbed each other’s cock, jerking on them like handles, to try to get the other guy off his feet. The more they moved their fists, the more they jacked each other off, until they were both spurting thick gobs of cum all over each other. Teenage football players can be very stupid, and these two were.”
“Wish I’d got to see that one,” Jimmy said. “The fight tonight is only the start, just to determine the loser. I think it will likely be a cockfight too. I hope you’re ready for some rough stuff. The fight will be entertaining and will take most of the time, but it is not the entire objective. This bout will have a loser in the real sense of the word.
“San Francisco gays love to witness gross sexual violence. This is likely to become very dirty. I’ve provided this warehouse as a safe place for their organization to do something like this. Their association has provided extensive security to ensure they’ll have total privacy.
“Complete seclusion is necessary, as you’ll see. What happens here stays here. Nobody even talks about it once they leave here. What you’re about to witness is rare, and it’s completely outrageous. They’ve done events like this before. They call this kind of event a Jewel Heist.”
“That’s a curious term for a fight,” Jackson observed.
“I think you’ll find it completely appropriate. One of these two young criminals is going back to jail without his family jewels. This show is going to be a total cock and ball castration event. Everything comes off the loser. Nothing is left but a little hole where his urethra spills out.
“They have it exit where his balls were, just in front of his rectum, the only place he’ll have to pee from. It will be a hoot to see him do it. He won’t have a prick to pull out when he has to go. The most humiliating part is the poor bastard will have to squat to piss, just like a fucking woman.”
Jackson felt his erection jerk with that news.
“The guy’s cock’s coming off too?” he asked, incredulous.
He had never in his life witnessed anything close to this, but was quite interested to see how it unfolded. His interest went beyond the erotic content. Always the entrepreneur, he was also interested to see if there were any financial benefits to be had.
“That’s not the most severe thing these guys do. I rented this same warehouse to them a few months ago, and they had a surgeon who is a member of their group do a remarkable operation on a Mafia boss who was giving them grief with a protection racket. The crime boss was blindfolded and had no idea where he was, or who else was there. He would have recognized all of them.
“They had a special table set up, with brackets to hold his legs up and spread, with his buttocks raised, fully exposing his butt hole. The surgeon had a young boy assist him. He got the guy’s asshole loose enough for the kid to push his hand right up the screaming Mafia guy’s ass, and tug out a length of his fuckin’ guts, like reversing his colon.
“The doc got hold of the flexible human tubing and pulled out a lot more. They’d flushed him real good, so it was all clean, there wasn’t any shit or whatever. He left the colon intact because of its distinct function but sliced off all of the lower intestine, which is the business part of the gut where the partly digested food is converted to shit.
“Then he stitched the small intestine to the colon, so that when the guy took a crap he’d shit partially digested food, still full of bile, so that his crapper would sting like a son-of-a-bitch every fuckin’ time, and stools would not form, so that he’d have acid diarrhea whenever he had to shit.
“The Mafia prick felt entirely vulnerable, and with good reason, because they had managed to snatch him in the presence of his bodyguards, so they were confident he would not be nearly as aggressive in interfering in their businesses. It worked, and the stocky Mafia asshole, now more slender because of gut removal, was soon violently killed by his competitors. There is justice in this world!
CHAPTER 4 – Everything Comes Off
Adding total organ removal as a conclusion of a male-on-male event was an interesting twist. Jackson wondered if there might be a female equivalent. It would probably involve uterus destruction, probably with gonad removal, he guessed, and realized how nasty a female fight would have to become to get there, because of the female gonads being stored relatively deeply inside her lower body.
He realized how much more difficult it would be, and how far the fight would have to progress, to get the uterus out of a fighting bitch, because of the female gonads’ placement in the body. It would require extraction through her cunt, he reasoned. Either that or a C-Section. Could a woman even survive complete organ removal in a fight?
“I can’t imagine total removal of a penis and balls in a nude fight,” Jackson observed, “but I know it would be so much more difficult for a woman to remove her opponent’s uterus. I’d love to arrange to have it happen, to observe just how it works and if the losing cunt can survive the process.
“I know a particularly sadistic couple of lesbian bitches, both experienced fighters I could easily get to do it, to see what happens. They’ve only done unarmed combat before, and both have done kills in organized ring fights. They would love the experience of going at it with weapons.
“Doing a hysterectomy of your opponent in a knife fight is far more complex than the removal of the cock and balls of a criminal.”
“Definitely,” Jimmy said, “You’ll fuckin’ love it! The winner tonight will be the one who gets his opponent down and gets on top of him. His first task is to jack off the prick on the guy he’s pinned, like the boys at your high school shower fight.
“Then he’ll have to get the prick down with his ass in the air and mount him, shoving his erection into the hilt. Then his cuffed wrist will be freed from his belt, and he’ll be given a sharp butcher knife to work with. This is when it gets fucking hot, and for good reason.
“These young guys have their instructions going in. They know exactly what’s expected, and the high stakes. They know that when one is down and pinned, the other will have the knife with only one thing in mind, and that is to relieve his opponent of his manhood, the full kit.
“They’ll obey the rules to the letter because they’re fighting for their manhood! If they want to walk out of here with their cock and balls intact, they’ll do exactly as they’re instructed. Any deviation from the script and the guy on top will also automatically qualify for total castration. They know that is not an idle threat.
“At least one of these studs will be made into a fuckin’ woman, no matter what! The loser will have to squat to piss. His anus will be the only place to fuck him. That’s the whole purpose of this party, and what the men have come to witness. They need to see the loser fully castrated.
“The warden is a member and does all the paperwork to cover their absence, which will not likely be necessary, as well as provide a plausible explanation for whatever happens to them in this competition. Whatever the case, one of these dudes is goin’ back to prison without his sex kit.”
“Okay, gentlemen,” one of the handlers said, “Tighten up your jockstraps,” and both handlers quickly stepped aside, releasing the nude men in the erotic boots.
Jockstraps was a figure of speech, as both of the men had their genitals fully exposed and unprotected.
The two naked men in the middle of the group appeared to be stunned, but then they grasped the urgency to begin and assumed a fighting posture, their knees spread and bent, and their free fists cocked. Fighting was not new to them, but this situation and its certain outcome were.
“Look at the rise on those stiff penises! I’d say the stimulants are doing their thing. Rigid, pulsing erections on nude fighting men, already dribbling pre-cum, show us these criminal pricks are into it, and that this will be a sexual experience for them. It looks like these two criminal fucking rigid pricks are ready to rock and roll!”
Jackson’s pulse rate became palpable as the nude male fight commenced. The men sparred, each looking for an advantage. They were both capable street fighters. They were able to punch with their free hand, but could not defend well with just one arm free. It was a good match-up, and before long both had bloodied the other’s face.
Both also had their left eye swelling closed. Their firmly erect penises bounced and their swollen testicles swung wildly with each move. The men in the audience forming the enclosing circle cheered on their favorite. With only one arm free to maintain balance as well as to fight, their primary use of their free right arm was for balance to remain upright, and to strike at their opponent.
With the need to keep the arm moving to keep their balance, the sweating combatants had little opportunity to get a foot up to kick the other in the nuts. Critical was keeping upright. Neither was able to gain an advantage and, to the delight of the gay men forming the audience, the punishing cockfight between the desperate prison inmates went on in arduous combat for more than forty-five minutes.
Kidneys and ribs as well as the stomachs and faces of both men took continual brutal punishment. Their eyes were swelling from taking repeated blows, their mouths and noses were both bleeding, and the tape on their fists scraped flesh until bruises and bleeding scratches covered much of their nude bodies. They were well into the fight, and neither had yet gone for the other’s freely swinging gonads.
Both men slipped more than once on the concrete floor in their outlandish high-heeled boots, but fortunately, they were able to recover each time before the other could take advantage, extending the length of the brutal competition. Both knew there was far too much at stake for him to remain down when he fell.
The young men bobbed and weaved between punches to avoid receiving a telling blow from the other, but both managed to connect damaging blows regularly, most of those to the side of the other’s head. One of them succeeded in striking his opponent’s balls with his fist, but at the low angle, it was only a glancing blow.
His balls swung wildly when hit, and the man whose nuts were struck screamed with the unexpected brutal contact, but the testicles did not yet suffer a crushing blow. The struggling studs knew exactly what was at stake, and neither was anxious to lose his precious family jewels.
The one-arm attacks were sometimes awkward but were taking a toll every time a big taped fist connected. This late in the bizarre battle it was apparent the men were gradually becoming exhausted. The direct blows from their fists were less frequent, and although still powerful, showed less energy in execution.
At last one of the tiring fighting men, slamming his foot down in a sudden turn, broke the spike heel off one of his boots, and went crashing down to the rough concrete floor. Immediately the other dropped onto his spread knees and straddled him, sitting on his chest.
He had his back to the downed man’s face, and his balls spread and flared against the downed man’s sweating torso. With his free hand, the man on top grasped the base of his screaming opponent’s rigid penis. They had reached the “jack off” part of the carefully choreographed fight.
The firm flesh of the captive prick reacted to his grasp, and as he squeezed on it he felt in complete control of his downed adversary. He could feel the stiff organ pulsing in his powerful fist. He continued to jerk on his rival’s rigid cock, causing it to stiffen and swell further.
With this heightened level of attention, the penis in his grasp continued to stiffen until the spread opening in the flared circumcised glans showed fresh liquid beads, and the urethra began to spurt out more than a telling dribble of pre-ejaculation fluid over the victor’s rapidly pumping fist.
A handler stepped in, and unclasping his bound wrist, placed a butcher knife in his newly freed hand. The direction of this event had suddenly taken an irreversible course. Jackson held his breath. They had given this convicted murderer the chance to kill another man, this time in public.
The dominant man did not use the blade immediately but instead continued to firmly, rapidly, and purposefully pump on the raging erection of his foe. “You’re my bitch, you fuckin’ prick!” he shouted. “Cum on, dick-face, spurt for Papa!” He was now determined to bring the vanquished man to experience his final ejaculation.
Jackson grinned when he saw the man on top was effectively jacking off the young man he had pinned to the concrete floor. He was going the whole way. The men watching the show cheered him on as he aggressively masturbated his fight-mate, and the man on top responded with even more aggressive pumping on the rigid meat shaft organ.
His own penis, rubbing against the sweaty body of his pinned foe, was getting an unusual but effective jack off, and soon began leaking sexual fluid. Within a couple of minutes, he gradually increased the tempo of jerking the captive cock unrelentingly until he brought his downed opponent’s pulsing flesh-mast throbbing in his fist to a sudden fully erupting ejaculation. Jetting cum splashed everywhere. Both naked performing men roared in satisfaction.
Such a massive spurting of spunk was possible only from testicles that had daily exercise in producing so much semen. Prisoners without work assignments had little else to do, Jackson rationalized. That was just a reality of having no access to women to relieve sexual stress.
They probably exercised their cocks regularly in their fists or in the rectums of other men frequently. That was the only reasonable explanation for such prodigious semen production from a stud’s sex-swollen testicles. It was either that or knowing he was about to lose his manhood that enabled such an exceptional volume of semen.
He was startled with his own stimulated sexual response to this sight. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and realized what a highly erotic event this was proving to be. What enhanced the excitement was in knowing that both the downed man’s big testicles and cum-spurting cock were about to come off.
Without hesitation the convicted criminal on top got his long stout fingers wrapped around the large swinging testicles as well as the base of the rigid semen-jetting penis of his downed rival, pulling and painfully stretching the entire gonad assemblage away from the screaming and ejaculating fully dominated young convict’s groin.
The men surrounding the combatants shouted their unbridled encouragement. The victor responded as they wished. The crowd was delighted to see the man with the knife was also highly sexually stimulated, and now he too massively ejaculated as he screamed out his aggressive rage.
With a sudden, swift and masterful stroke of the sharp blade, he separated his foe’s cum-spurting penis and gonads as a single unit from his clean-shaved crotch. His defeated foe now had the unisex look of Porky Pig, with a bloody patch between his legs where a cunt should be.
In that decisive moment of mastery over his opponent, the victorious combatant completed the fight’s prime objective of a total ceremonial castration. The wound in the loser’s groin where his genitalia had been spurted blood, thrilling the cheering men who had come to witness this extreme form of violent entertainment.
The jubilant victor leaped to his feet, holding his severed prize high over his head and dancing in elation. His own firm member began pulsing once more, and then to spurt additional jets of cum into the air, to the delight of the gay male audience. Now both naked oiled bodies were also covered with creamy gobs of spilled semen.
A glass of heavily salted water was splashed onto the clean groin wound of the other, partially stemming the flow of blood and to provide an anesthetic effect. The warden wanted the man to heal, so that he could entertain the other inmates in the exercise yard with his anal boy-cunt, while the guards and special invited guests watched the sexual festivities.
“Our surgeon will stitch him up to ensure the end of his urethra is exposed. That will guarantee he will be able to pee like a woman,” the host said. “He’ll have to squat to piss, but that’s appropriate, because he’ll become a bum boy for the other inmates who exercise mastery over him.
“He will likely die with a firm pumping penis filling his colon with semen while a sharp blade rips open his belly. He’s about to get started with his rectum serving as a boy-cunt as I speak.” Billy openly stroked his own erection through his pants as he spoke. Clearly he found this male/male action highly sexually stimulating.
Two burly handlers flipped the loser onto his stomach, and propped his buttocks in the air. Without hesitation, the victor mounted him, thrusting his spurting erection into the castrated loser’s rectum and deep into his colon. The man’s humiliation was now complete. He ceased his disconsolate screaming, and quietly sobbed.
Jackson was impressed with the positive effect of dressing the nude male fighters in spike-heeled boots. The vision of the spike heels on naked males doubled the raw cock-lifting eroticism of the experience. He was surprised that seeing men in heels was sexually stimulating. Jackson made a mental note to keep this in mind.
The men who made up the audience displayed remarkable restraint by keeping their own organs tucked discretely inside their pants, but Jackson spotted more than one pair of trousers with a growing dark moist spot, revealing the wearers’ involuntary production of their own pungent seed.
It was palpable, and he could smell the alkaline odor. They had all experienced a partial ejaculation producing what are commonly called by erotic cunt-dancers who can observe such things, semen production they stimulate by their highly erotic movements, as “fresh pecker tracks”. Young schoolboys often experience them when they watch a pretty girl walking or dancing.
Jackson had an immediate new appreciation for what power there was in watching as a group of like-minded people, a live, only partially controlled act of extreme sexual violence. It got the juices flowing. This was going to be the foundation for what he would develop as a secret show organization.
The difference was he would present extreme sexual violence by nude young women. That was by far his preference, and he would be successful going against D-Ring by making the young women he used mostly who had not yet reaching puberty. He was what he thought of as a cunt, not a prick man, favoring the naked charms of women and more particularly naked young girls over those of men any day.
The whole idea of naked young women doing extreme violence to other naked young women turned him on. Although he favored youth, he had yet to realize how young the female performers he presented would be. He had thought they would probably be age fifteen, but that was nothing more than speculation. Step by step, Jackson would find himself moving toward producing a violent form of kiddie porn.
THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR