What a great day! After getting off to a bit of a late start (thanks to me getting lost on my way to the location), the day started off with a bang. The comraderie was great. Everyone was having an awesome time, and the sex hadn't even started yet!

BOBBY WILLIAMS, he of the eternal bedroom eyes, was being teased by producer JEREMY SPENCER, about his newly-dyed burgundy hair. Jeremy kept telling him he looked like Jack Nicholson in BATMAN and doing impressions: "Wait'll they get a load of me." Well, BRETT MATHEWS got a load...of Bobby. The first scene was Brett in a vertical cage being serviced by Bobby as the second challenge posed by Bonesaw. A small forklift was moved, and the metal cage put in its place. Brett stripped down and got inside. Now, Brett's got a lean, ripped dancer's build, and with the three doors on the cage closed, he could barely move, it was that narrow. Bobby, clad only in a pair of dirty underwear, got on his knees in front of him to suck his dick through the open middle door. A TV monitor was next to the cage, and the footage I'd shot of the killer keeping track of the time wasn't working right. I'd created the disc that morning and transferred it to disc with iDVD, but after about three minutes, the footage would shrink to a thumbnail. I couldn't figure out why, so we had to keep restarting the disc, and I'll have to put the running timecode in optically during editing. The scene went very quickly, though, and boy, were both guys troopers. Bobby was on his knees on a hard concrete floor for an hour and never once complained. Brett was chilled (it was the a.m. in a big cold warehouse) and kept shivering while he was getting sucked, but it really added to the scene, as it looked like he was excited. We had to open the cage doors for Brett to turn around, then shut him back in, his incredible dancer's butt exposed to Bobby's mouth for some rimming. We took a break, and both men huddled around a space heater to warm up, then it was on to the fucking. Bobby, his underwear bunched up just under his ass, slammed his dick into a very receptive Brett, who moaned and yelled out through the bars of his cage. Bobby blew his load on Brett's ass, and Brett sprayed a big load through the cage bars all over a shelf of metal cock rings!

While we were shooting the scene, still photographer ANTHONY DURAN was doing glamour layouts on the other models. DREW WARNER was assigned to me to do the action stills. Since I was busy, I didn't get to interact much with the other guys. That'll come today. But I did get to meet the very handsome KYLE LEWIS, who told me that while driving up from San Diego that morning, he looked into his rear view window to see a ten car accident happen behind him. I finally met gorgeous, fellow horror fan JOEY MILANO who had to leave before we could have a fan chat about movies. Today for sure. Tall, GQ-modelesque BRANDON IRONS greeted me. We had first been introduced by DILLON PRESS on the set of YOUNG HUSBANDS ON THE DOWN LOW, and I had wanted to work with this stud ever since, but then he signed exclusively with Raging Stallion, then quit the industry and has only now come back. I want to see more of him, definitely. TY HUDSON was also there, clean-shaven and feeling weird about it. Ty's always happier with a scruffy face, but is a handsome guy either way. He had to be clean-shaven for this shoot. I'll tell you why tomorrow. And finally, ROB ROMONI was there, keeping things light and fun. Rob is a hysterical guy and was definitely the life of the set.

After a lunch of turkey and roast beef sandwiches and other goodies from the craft service table, we prepared for the second scene. MARK HANSFORD, a French hottie, stunned me when, right before he was about to get fucked, pulled out a HUGE dildo to open himself up with. As he worked that big piece of rubber into his ass, he surprised me a second time by telling me he was really straight, and one of his best sexual episodes was when he did an internet show where he got gangbanged by eleven women wearing strap-ons! JASON TIYA (pronounced TI-YAY) was the buzz of the set when he pulled out his enormous dick. Jeremy Spencer grabbed me in the hallway and asked, "Have you seen Jason's dick? Its got its own fucking area code!" Jason and Rob were bouncing off each other (Jason plays a police detective, and while shooting the dialogue, he was examining his Colt .45. Rob entered the room, saw him, shrieked "Ohmigod! A black man with a gun!" and ran out. Jason and the rest of us doubled over, laughing) and during Jason's scene with Mark, I made sure to showcase not only that elephant trunk of a dick but his cheese-grater abs. His ass was also tantalizing, especially when he rubbed it playfully against Mark's cock asking if he wanted to fuck him. "I'm versatile, you know," he grinned. By the way, Mark surprised us all a third time when he told us that before he'd left France, he was a real police detective. The owner of the warehouse was also a cop, so there was a lot of law enforcement there that day.

We finished Rob's dialogue with Jason (though not Jason's dialogue with Rob), and he left to go to work. Rob runs the Live and Raw shows over at Channel 1, and CHI CHI LARUE was covering for him until he got there. Thanks, Cheesh! Jeremy had brought his kitty to the set, as it wasn't well and needed regular feedings every four hours. I saw him take it into the bathroom for a meal which has to be administered into a tube in the cat's neck. The poor thing. It reminded me of how much I missed my own feline buddy, Blakk, from whom I'd gotten my professional name. Blakk had been ill with failing kidneys for over a year, and finally had to be put down while I was in Paris shooting FRENCH KISS. I had to say goodbye to him over my cell phone from half a world away. I still miss the little guy, although I'm convinced he is haunting my house. I totally sympathize with Jeremy.

Both Jason and Mark needed to be worked up a little before the scene started, which meant Ty Hudson to the rescue. Ty is insatiable, sexually, so when I asked him if he'd mind fluffing, he just looked at me, smiled, and said, "What do you think?", and was on his knees in a flash. I got some incredible shots of Mark's mouth, stretched open, stuffed full of Jason's mammoth cock. I kept trying to coax more noise from the guys, who were so focused on the action that they kept forgetting to speak. That wasn't a problem for the fucking, when Mark bent over and presented his fantastic ass to Jason. That fat black dick slid right up inside Mark's butt with ease (Jason said no one had ever been able to take his dick in one uninterrupted motion right off the bat before). Mark moaned and squealed like a bitch in heat as he got pounded by Jason's hog. When it was time for cum shots, Jason came first, dumping a big load on Mark's stomach, then Mark leaned back on the desk. "It might take me a while, I don't know," he cautioned me. But then within two minutes began to groan loudly. I got my camera on just in time to catch him spraying his stomach and chest with cum.

We shot a bit more dialogue, then we were done for the day. Jeremy came up to me and asked me if I was happy with what I'd gotten, and I told him the truth: absolutely. He bemoaned the fact that we hadn't shot anything with blood, but I told him Sunday and Monday would be the days. "Look on the bright side," I told him, "we DID kill a model with poison gas!" lol

Today, four more models will bite the bullet, some not pleasantly. Who will live? Who will die? Who will cum? Check back tomorrow for the report!

JBK