MUG SHOTS PRODUCTION DIARIES -- DAY 1
It
was the first day of the shoot. After loading my car with equipment,
stopping to pack the cooler with ice and getting Burger King breakfast
sandwiches, I stopped at the hotel and picked up MARKUS RAM, who was
ready to go. I was going to say "full of energy" and ready to go, but
that was not the case. lol. He was cheery, but definitely dragging,
and as we headed to the location, he was begging me to make a stop at
Starbucks for his morning eye-opener.
The Delicious BRAXTON BOND
MARKUS RAM B.C. (Before Coffee)
We
got onto Santa Monica Blvd. from the 405 and once into West Hollywood,
Markus spied a Starbucks and a grocery store. "I have to have some
cereal for breakfast!" he said. "I'll run into the grocery store to
get it. Can you go into Starbucks and get me a coffee?"
Now,
I'm not a coffee drinker, and I feel the same way about Starbucks as I
do about a mechanics garage: these places are more foreign to me than
a market in Istanbul. But we were running late, so I agreed. "What do
you want?" I asked.
"A non-fat grande vanilla latte with an extra shot," he said, heading off to the grocery.
"Say that again!" I yelled, "Slowly!"
"A non-fat grande vanilla latte with an extra shot!" And he was out of range.
"An
extra shot?" I thought. "An extra shot of what? What do they put in
these coffees? Protein powder? Vodka?" I shook my head and went
inside the shop.
Instantly,
I felt out of my element. There were people waiting at one end of the
counter for their drinks, and another guy at a table reading the paper.
I immediately flashed back to my first and only other experience in a
Starbucks: I met a friend there, and not knowing what to order, since
I didn't drink coffee, I thought I'd get something I'd heard ordered on Friends. I looked at the guy behind the counter and order a cafe latte, only I pronounced it luh-TAY. "That's LAH-tay," he corrected me. I had felt my neck flushing red and imagined the entire place laughing and pointing at me...They're all going to laugh at you!...They're all going to laugh at you!
I
gulped and stepped up to the counter where a young girl dressed in
black with burgundy tips in her hair gave me the once-over. She looked
me up and down, then stared me in the face, and I could read her plain
as day: You don't belong here.
Inhaling deeply, I said, "I'd like a non-fat, grande, vanilla latte with an extra shot." Exhale.
"Okay," she said and rang it up. "The name?"
I
paid and stood at the end of the counter where my order was finished
before the others waiting. I took the cup while being glared at by a
half-dozen scowls and beat it out of there before they started throwing
packets of Splenda at me.
I
got in the car and waited for Markus to return. My cell phone rang,
and it was ANTHONY DURAN, the still photographer, asking me where I
was. I told him we were running 10 minutes late, and to go ahead and
get BRAXTON BOND in makeup and to start shooting his layout.
Markus got in the car and sipped his coffee. "Is it right?" I asked. "Perfect," he said.
MARKUS RAM After Coffee
We
arrived at the location and BOOMASTER began unloading the car.
Everyone tore into the breakfast sandwiches and DAMON DEVINE started
Markus' makeup. We had a couple problems to start with. Less than
half of the electrical outlets in the guest house we were using as a
base of operations were working, and the copier was putting out bizarre
versions of IDs. So Boomaster and I ran out to get copies and made a
quick stop at the Pleasure Chest for a few bottles of lube.
Braxton was there, looking handsome as ever, and Anthony was shooting his layout.
The Delicious BRAXTON BOND
Finally,
we were ready to shoot the scene, but we had one problem. The scene
had to be shot outside, but for best videography conditions, we either
needed to shoot in an area that was all-sun or all-shade. Everywhere
there was all-sun in this backyard location, you could be seen from
windows in the surrounding apartment buildings. In areas where there
was shade and privacy, the background was sunny and would probably blow
out in the camera. The side of the house seemed to be the best bet,
and since the background was too bright, I brought in a couple of 1K
lights to bring the shady area up to the level of the background. I
put daylight gels on the lights so the color temperatures would match
the sun, and it helped quite a bit.
Braxton
and Markus are private security guards, and they hear a noise and race
to investigate. Once beside the house, Markus takes more of an
interest in Braxton's butt than an intruder and helps himself to a
handful. Cue the cheesy porn music...
MARKUS RAM gets a taste of BRAXTON BOND.
MARKUS RAM bites off more than he can suck.
MARKUS RAM rims BRAXTON BOND's butt. Try saying that five times fast.
"Haven't you found your keys, yet?"
BRAXTON BOND sucks MARKUS RAM.
"I think you clipped a tonsil."
When
it came time for fucking, I brought out a chair cushion, but thought it
would look better if we covered it with something. I suggested a suit.
Braxton looked shocked and said, "I'm not fucking on my $300 suit!"
In retrospect, it was a bad idea. lol
MARKUS RAM rams BRAXTON BOND's bond...er...butt.
After
the scene, we broke for lunch and waited for CHAD HUNT to show up to do
his layout. Chad's scene was to be shot on the last day, but since I
had to shoot two scenes with three models that day, I had asked him to
come in on the first day to do his layout so we wouldn't be rushed on
the last day doing 2 scenes and 3 layouts.
As
we ate, we joked and laughed, and the atmosphere was really fun and
light, just the way I like it. Markus kept saying how much fun he was
having and how it was the best set he'd been on.
Chad
finally showed up an hour late, but he had been calling my office
number instead of my cell, so he was unable to let me know. He had to
take CHI CHI LARUE to the airport and encountered the famous L.A.
traffic on the way back. No biggie. He was here, so it was paperwork,
makeup and his layout began.
CHAD HUNT
We
were shooting outside, and the wind had picked up a bit. I was a bit
chilly wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Chad was nude while he looked at
a magazine and worked on getting his dick hard. I wondered how he was
keeping warm, since every bit of fat in the man's body was in his
gigantic cock.
Now,
earlier in casting, when I was talking to SCOTT CAMPBELL about his
scene partners. I had suggested Chad Hunt. Scott would have to
bottom, though. He was very nervous and said he thought Chad was hot,
but he didn't think he could take Chad's dick up his ass, since he
rarely bottomed. I told him to think about it, and by the next day,
Scott IM'd me to say that he had been thinking about bottoming for Chad
all night, and by the morning, the idea had gotten him so horny that he
really wanted to do the scene. Chad was eager to obliged, so it was
cast. I told Chad that Scott had balked, at first, because he was
afraid of his dick size. Chad just scoffed and said, "Everyone thinks
that, but once I get the head in, the rest just slides in easily!"
lol. I'll take his word for that.
Originally,
I had thought about putting Markus with Chad. Seeing Markus bottom was
something I had wanted to see ever since I met him on his old blog, and
I really liked the thought of Chad doing the honors. Markus told me he
didn't think he could take it, being mostly a top, but as I sat
watching Anthony take Chad's pictures, Markus came up to behind me and
surveyed the action over my shoulder. He leaned down and whispered to
me, "You remember what you originally wanted me to do?" I nodded. "I
haven't been able to stop thinking about it," he said, "and now, seeing
it in person, I'd love to have him fuck my ass." I just put my head in
my hands. Do gay guys just love a challenge or is there some hypnotic
power in that serpentine penis?
"I'd
love to fluff him," Markus said. I asked Chad if he'd like some
assistance, and he grinned and said, "Sure." Markus was on his knees
in a flash, gulping Chad's bone to the root. Anthony snapped off some
more pics, and we were done.
CHAD HUNT, engorged.
Since
we were shooting there the next day, as well, we left our equipment in
the guest house (except the cameras. I never leave the cameras.). I
got home around six o'clock, just in time to greet CVK. A nice dinner
and a shower later, and I was asleep dreaming of Chad Hunt in a sleigh
being pulled by Scott and Markus in buttless chaps, groaning as he
cracked the whip on them.
To be continued...
JBK
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