They landed in Denver last night. Porn director Tony Bones was sipping away at a cola and eating his hamburger from McDonalds, which Sam had pulled up to when Ford expressed his hunger. They could afford better, but they all knew Ford loved fries. Sam, or Sam Longbeach as the porn industry knew him, was an affable fellow. A porn star who had exited his glory days five years ago. His age was beginning to show, so he didn’t do as well on film, but he still had the charm and charisma to get girls panties wet by just implying sex. Tyler Ford was Tony’s bodyguard, and he was in a bad mood. Ford didn’t like flying, he had a fear of heights that he was embarrassed of. Sam had tried to joke with him about it and said fear of heights was only natural, but Ford just gave him that bullish gaze he did so well. Actually, looking at that gaze, Tony was thinking he could get Tyler a gig as a bad guy in an action movie. He probably couldn’t pull the lines off with much charisma, so he’d have to be the silent type.
Lovely was sipping on her milkshake, and oh was she was lovely. Tony had enjoyed a 69 with her this morning. She was the yin to Sam’s yang on this trip. Tony was coming out to scout the Midwest for hot young poon and cock for his films. The two porn actors he brought along would be the barometer for any of the talent they came across. Whoever they tried to get with their company could be as cute as a doll, but they had to have a little natural talent at sex, Tony wasn’t a miracle worker.
They had all been eating in a comfortable silence, besides the staff they were the only ones in the building. Roman returned from the bathroom, where Tony was sure he had snorted a line of coke. Especially since Tony had given him the vial. “So Tony, other than scouting for talent, you said we were here for something else too? What’s up?” Roman had bags under his eyes. He found a hard time sleeping since his divorce about a month back, his wife Anna had up and left him for a black man, a porn star for a rival studio. It broke Tony’s heart, because he knew first hand how tight Roman’s wife’s vagina still was . . . and Jumbo Jones was going to wreck that shit. Anna had never even officially taken on Roman’s name, Torv, so he should have seen it coming. The woman was a leech, she would suck on whatever would benefit her the most. It now just happened to be a large black cock instead of a small Serbian one.
Tony noticed the glances Sam and Lovely shot at Roman. Everyone knew that Tony lived in the present and didn’t talk about his past often, if at all. Ford just kept chowing down on his fries. In the past, Tony would have changed the subject, but these were his closest friends. The hanger-ons and mooches just looking to suck off Tony’s teat, they were all back in California. Besides, he was in his fucking 50s, a guy had to open up eventually.
So everyone was surprised when he actually addressed the issue, his voice even caused Ford to drop a fry. “Raleigh Heights. It is a small town a ways away from Denver. There’s a mental institution up there, I have family committed there that I haven’t seen in a long time.” Lovely gasped.
“You mean you actually have family? I guess I lost my bet in the pool, I was for sure you were an alien, posing as one of us inferior Earthlings.” She said it in such a preposterous way Tony couldn’t help but smile.
Sam chuckled, “Man, you never talk about your past, I need to take advantage of this while we can. Who is up there? A brother? Maybe a sister?”
“Parent?” Roman threw out a guess.
“You got it. My mother is up there.”
“What is she in there for?” Ford asked.
“I don’t really want to be a downer right now, it isn’t a jazzy story.” They insisted he talk about it. Of course they would, all their lives revolved around him. Tony had provided for their virtues, vices, and general well-being for years. If it wasn’t for him, who knew where they would have ended up, but it would have certainly been earning less money. It was only natural to want to know what truly made him tick.
“My mother and father were . . . disturbing individuals. It started out innocent, they just had a strange fascination with the occult. For years I suppose they just read up on it. Eventually they moved on to animal sacrifice, they had me film it.”
“Ewww, disgusting.” Typical response from a woman, Tony thought.
“They kept a collection of the tapes. My dad was a mechanic that worked long days and drove home on the highway, picking my mom up from her . . . job at the bar.”
“Yes Ford, she was a stripper. Anyways, they got a wild hair up their ass to move on to human sacrifice. Specifically virgins, I guess when you are making sacrifices to the Dark Lord, giving him pure virgins is better than giving him a bunch of horndogs like us.” Tony paused to give them all time to laugh. “But I’m afraid that’s where the jokes stop. They planned it out, my mom spotted an older man who had brought his son in for his first sights of a naked woman, and maybe a bj in the back afterward. The kid thought my mom was the hottest thing he had ever laid eyes on, and mom approached the kid’s father to proposition him. She used her womanly charm to get their story, they were traveling through, moving after the kid’s mom had passed away. His dad thought this would be a good way to get his son’s mind off the loss of his mother. The fact that they were Christians was a bonus."
“To make a long story short, she knocked them both out with ether. Dad took the bodies and their car up to our cabin while mom came home to get me for filming. I was 12.” Tony remembered it all. The strange looking station wagon with all the luggage packed atop it sitting outside of the family cabin that had been in the family for generations. It was up in the mountains, away from civilization. Mom had pulled him out of bed and told him to get the equipment, it was a special night.
When he entered the cabin the show began. His father used the man’s dead body to fuel the fire in the fireplace, which lit brightly, but smelled sickening. He was missing his head and a bloody axe lay in the corner, so he could guess what his father had done. Tony’s parents seemed to love the smell, basking in its ambiance. The kid, who looked to be old enough to just be graduating high school, was tied naked, spread eagle on the ground over a pentagram symbol drawn in his father‘s blood. What followed, Tony didn’t know how much was ritual or just pure crazy. The kid woke up with Tony’s mother engulfing his cock in her mouth, which went hard fairly quickly.
“We’ve got a good one for Him, Roger. Full of energy.” Tony’s mom said.
“Ci-Cindy?! What’s going on?!” The kid stared bewilderingly down at Cindy hugging his penis with her mouth. He tugged at his restraints, trying to break loose.
“Shhh Jeff, it’s time for some fun.” No matter how unnatural it seemed for the teen to be tied to the ground in a strange place with a horrid stench, his mom resumed blowing the kid with a fury. Jeff groaned and rested back on the ground in pleasure. Roger came in from the shadows and blindfolded Jeff, to little protest. She was fingering herself too, the ground below her was sopping with wetness from her arousal. Soon she moved those fingers to Jeff‘s anus, eliciting shouts of protest from him, which quickly gave way to deeper groans as she massaged his prostate while still working her mouth all over his member. As sick as it was, Tony knew from all the things he had observed, that his mom would have been a killer porn star. The screaming began minutes later when Cindy cut off Jeff’s fully erect penis with a knife while it was still in her mouth. She sucked on it a little more, making sure to get some of the blood in her mouth, and penetrated Jeff with his own penis while it still retained hardness. She used a fire poker to make sure it got in all the way.
From there Roger and Cindy slowly dismembered Jeff finger by finger, toe by toe, limb by limb until he passed out from blood loss or shock. Roger cut out Jeff’s heart and threw it into the fire as a last offering. Tony continued filming, separating himself from it all through the lens. He realized he had begun referring to his parents by their names in his head while looking through the lens, these weren‘t his parents. This was a movie he was filming and they were characters. It was all an act. Tony spared his friends all those gritty details, including the years of horror that had followed. Nor did he tell them about the times he was forced to take part in the rituals years later. All he told them was, “And they killed them. They killed a lot of people, and I was forced to film it. I was just a kid, I lied to myself about it, made believe that we were just filming a horror show.”
“Now I know why you just direct and don’t touch the camera for actual shooting, despite your incredible knowledge of it.” Roman said. Tony nodded his acknowledgment.
"I want to produce and direct things that bring happiness. These hands have filmed enough dark deeds."
“That is some seriously fucked up shit.” Ford said, shoving a handful of fries into his mouth. Sam nodded in agreement. Lovely rushed off to the bathroom, Tony could only imagine she was about to throw up. He wondered what she would have done if he had detailed the story as it played out in his mind.
Roman was the least surprised it seemed. “That’s some heavy shit, it is what I expected since you didn’t talk much about your past. I thought there was a deep, dark secret somewhere.” He sighed. “I went to shoot a gig one time and it ended up being a smut video, which they didn’t fill me in on. I thought it was a Hollywood gig, nope, it was just filming IN Hollywood. Guys beat and raped a random woman, let her live. I told them I was fucking done with that shit. Not near as bad and not my family Tony, but I can feel where that’s coming from.”
Sam’s face had gone a little pale. “What do you hope to accomplish by seeing your mother?”
“I want to let that bitch know she has no part in my life, which is funny considering I’m going. I haven‘t had contact with her for 30 plus years. I received a letter a few months ago, saying my dad was still out there and alive after all these years, waiting for me. And that he had continued their work. I don’t believe that at all, even though he was never found. My mom began to make batshit crazy look sane after 4 years of human sacrifice. She said those sacrifices had been done to ensure I would have a bright, successful future. I want her to know I made myself, not some sick fucking rituals.”
Tony had lost his appetite. It felt good to tell his friends the secret he’d been harboring all these years, the only one he had to worry about blabbing was Lovely, but if he put a ring on her finger on this trip like he planned, she’d keep it quiet. The experience of talking about it seemed vaguely therapeutic, but afterward Tony felt like an empty shell. He felt no emotion while talking about it, he had cut himself off from that part of his life for so long, it seemed like it wasn't real.
Ford broke the somber moment with a casual question. “You going to eat your fries Tony?”
Tony looked at Ford. “Only you would still be hungry after the topic of human sacrifice was brought up at the dinner table.”
“Well shit boss, I have to keep myself energized to keep the dark forces at bay.”He smiled, and Tony slugged him in the shoulder.