The fallout that I can imagine cascades in all directions. Take for instance a situation where someone anally rapes a female with broom handle and their defense in court is that it wasn’t rape because in their culture, rape can only be done by a penis entering a vagina. Imagine the trauma of having to relive such a violent act to testify, only to have the ordeal negated because the charges won’t stick under this subjective definition. Inversely a security guard could be criminally charged with rape for conducting a job related pat-down. We’ve already seen lives destroyed by unfounded accusation without consequence to the accuser. How much worse could it be if a bias judge was allowed to interpret the meaning as she saw fit. The destruction that a culturally fluid concept of rape can cause is, in my eyes, unfathomable and it scares the hell out of me.

Male, 26 years old repeatedly raped in prison.

Carl (not his real name) served an 18 month prison term in New York State where he was repeatedly raped by multiple men. We met 3 months ago when he contacted me, looking to work in the adult industry. Carl was soft spoken, and he wanted work, not trouble. For all the reasons people get into sex work, the biggest is that it’s really all they can handle. The commitment of regular jobs is too much for them. While sex work can be fast, easy, and you get paid right away. The sad truth is that traumatic rape experiences often create emotionally fractured people who go from being someone’s sex toy, to objectifying themselves to make ends meet.

Carl explained how he had been hanging out with a bad crowd when his carefree lifestyle caught up with him and he went to jail at 20. He was nonchalant in his tone, but as his eyes averted mine, I knew he was struggling to suppress his emotions. I watched his left foot bounce incessantly as he continued,

“When they brought me into the prison it didn’t take long for a couple of guys to give me that look like I was a new fuck doll. I remember walking past one guy and him saying to me that he’ll protect me. No one told me, but that’s how it works in jail, some guy rapes you and then he’s like, your daddy or husband. You ain’t got anymore manhood and your ass belongs to him. I was young and skinny, so from behind my ass looked like a woman to men that haven’t seen a female in years.”

He stops to have a cigarette, letting his foot hit the floor and stop it’s infernal bounce. He interjects that I don’t have to worry, nicotine is his only addiction now, he gave up drugs and hanging with that crowd.

As he gathered strength from the hot inhalation, he went on to tell me how his cellmate claimed him that first night. “When we were locked in my cellmate came up to me with his cock hanging out asking for a blowjob. I told him that I wasn’t gay or bisexual and he just smiled and grabbed my hair and forced me down. He was a big powerful guy that could have killed me, so when he threatened me I complied. Once he got hard he pulled my pants down and fucked me in the ass and he rode me hard and long. In the morning he told his friends and they all took turns raping me. I was raped almost every day I was in jail. I regularly had the shit beaten out of me and would walk around with bruises, cracked ribs and my asshole ripped open from impromptu gang bangs. The administration always made it clear that I should shut up about being raped and I did because I didn’t want it to get worse.”

Female, 32 years old raped several times by school teacher and husband

Lisa (not her real name) was 14 when she was raped several times by a school teacher and her husband. Like myself, she’s a veteran of the adult industry having worked in it more than 15 years. People that remain in this industry develop a thick skin and over time it only gets thicker validating the expression that we’re “tough as nails.” Although rape often is what causes many of us to become sex workers it’s the rape experience that causes someone’s mind will fracture. How those fractures express themselves can be drastically different among each individual.

Lisa matter-of-factly retold the story like she was reading through a porn premise. She knew how to remove herself from the reality, the psychological schism completely in her control. Her life took a turn just after starting high school. Having difficulty in math, she jumped at the chance to work one on one with her teacher, Mrs. Gibson. “ Friday after school, she drove me to her home and she helped me study for about an hour. After that she offered me some wine and like any kid I accepted.” Lisa isn’t sure how she ended up being eaten out by her teacher that day, but she does remember the confusion she felt after she orgasmed. “It totally fucked with my head because I had always believed that rape was something men did to women. I had no clue what to call that was happening to me. She also made me cum so I figured that I somehow responsible for what was happening.”

She continued to explain how her teacher started necking with her in the car before dropping her off. And like on any date with an aggressor, she ended it by telling her to be ready the next day to continue her tutoring. “I was a total naive idiot and I was outside sitting on the porch with my books waiting for her. She fingered me while we drove back to her home and when I got there her husband was there with another glass of wine for me. They both laughed when he took my virginity and I got blood on their bed.”

Lisa stops telling me her rape story to ask how much she’s getting paid for the boy-girl-girl scene I am shooting the next day, and I tell her. She complains that it’s on the low side and says how much she hates eating out girls. But then she quickly reminds herself that I’ve hired her several times, it’s easy work with me that doesn’t end up on the Internet.

From her perspective, for whatever reason, the sexual exploitation, wasn’t the worst of Lisa’s problems which she feels really began when, about a month later, she told someone what was happening. After that her world collapsed, nobody believed her, not even her parents. She started drinking, doing drugs and she left home. “ I was 15 and living on the streets and hooking behind a music shop. Even a couple of those Christian ministries guys came around to have me suck them off. They never screwed me because that was wrong but swallowing their loads was ok. I was around 18 when an old street walker from Boston helped me get off the streets and get clean. She ran an escort agency and the work was safer. I don’t know what happened to that teacher and I haven’t seen my parents since either.”

Helen, 45 years old wants to be raped

Helen (not real name), fantasizes about rape. It is a common fantasy, but women rarely want to be brutally raped, most rather enjoy the idea of being physically taken by an unknown aggressor. In Helen’s case though she wanted it as brutal as any mainstream movie, violent, physically damaging, sudden and anonymous. We were on the phone, when I realized she wasn’t looking for a re-enactment of Veronica Hart’s Taken. I made notes and demanded to meet face-to-face in a public place. I loath surprises and a woman willing to pay to be brutalized and raped has the extreme potential for a bad surprise.

A couple of days later, Helen was perturbed that I showed up with a witness (another girl) and a small camera. Rape fantasies, when they involve physical injury as well as sex, don’t always stop at the act. I mean she could very well be masturbating to the idea of also putting a rapist in jail. Considering the level of reality that she was asking for the only thing that would keep my ass from being arrested was fully documenting her request before proceeding.

Helen is a successful professional, she comes across the quiet conservative type, the ones we always whisper about being the ones to watch out for. She wanted to be taken off the streets, driven to a secluded area and beaten into submission by a masked man who would rape her. She liked the idea of a knife or a gun being used too. We finally agreed on a home invasion to occur by the next quarter. I also made her pay 50% upfront by personal check, made out to me personally as one more level of documentation. Much to her displeasure, I insisted that she have a safe word. If she said mercy at any point during her attack, it would be stopped, and the contract would be considered fulfilled Our meeting ended with her being filmed signing a legal document that explained that the rape was consensual while absolving me of all legal and/or financial responsibilities. After the signing and witnessing of the contract she would be unexpectedly raped within the next 3 months.

Just over a month later, she was caught in her kitchen by a masked intruder. Her rapist wore a discreet body cam and filmed the ordeal. (Again legal safety) She received a knife slash across her shoulder, a black eye and a split lip but never once did she say “mercy.” As I watched the footage, it was her eyes that struck me the hardest. The swift movements of her pupils divulged genuine fear, while the flush of the skin and the way her eyes would momentarily roll back after her pupils dilated betrayed her elation, as she struggled against her assailant. Helen was penetrated both vaginally and anally and she had multiple orgasms, during the following 3 hours, she got everything she had been looking for.

The outstanding sum on the contract was payed the next night. Helen looked like hell. I asked how on earth was she explaining her injuries, and without hesitation she told me that she got into a fight with another woman over politics. The pride she took in her injuries was confirmed by the fact that she tipped me, and then asked about setting up another rape session.

In conclusion

I look at the world these days, and I see a sick society, one that is becoming increasingly sicker. People who know me, often say I am like Han Solo, but these days I feel more like Darth Vadar as the darkest fantasies become realities. But don’t get me wrong, I still think that rape (in it’s traditional definition) is wrong and should be dealt with the harshest of penalties. Consent must be 100% or it’s not consent.

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So let’s begin with your special contribution to the sex industry.  Can you tell everyone what exactly it is that you do?

It’s really not so much what I do, as much as what I did. You see, I’ve been in Adult ALL of my life ! Literally. I was born into it!  My Dad shot and sold Stag Loops. As a kid, I earned my pocket money as a duplicator, swapping out the blank and recorded hardcore tapes, although I never watched them. I helped out with sales at 15, and began creating my own original content when I became an adult. I started off with mail order distribution, and kept up with the technological demands, learned the ins and outs of the internet and stayed profitable.

My journey took me to LA where my immersion in the industry had me running both a 32000 sq ft facility and the 2nd largest swingers club in the whole USA. I crossed over into mainstream, worked too much, split with my wife, then overstayed my visa and got booted from the US. Back in the UK, I started up my own personal niche fetish, what most of you know me for, (scat/poo/shit) but I retired and sold my equipment in 2013. I still hang around on web forums etc, because although I’m not doing much actively myself these day, I still feel it’s where I belong

Have you ever purposely locked yourself in a construction site port-o-let?

Not locked myself inside one, no. But I have hidden underneath one down by my local docks ! It was an incredible thrill to know I was so close to people doing what they were doing, listening to the sounds and enjoying the aromas etc. And they didn’t have a clue I was there!!! Exhilarating  !

What has been the most difficult thing that you’ve had to deal with in this industry?

Truthfully, not very much. I have always been my own person, doing things my own way, and if they worked out they worked out. If not, then no one to answer to but myself. So I guess I’ve been pretty lucky really. If I really had to say, I suppose it would be ‘false friends’. But then that’s  probably true in all walks of life. Sorry,I can’t give you a juicer answer.

Have you ever drank large amounts of food coloring so you can shit your own rainbow and celebrate pride day?

Not exactly, but I did drink a load of red food coloring once, so when I had an ‘accident’ in the hospital waiting room, staff would think I was shitting blood and then I’d get to the front of the queue and be seen quicker.

In my background research it appeared that, like myself, you were in Los Angeles area in the early 2000’s. We never crossed paths, but I wonder if you have any stories, like myself. Who among the industry characters stands out in your mind and why?

Yeah, I had a great time in the USA, and met some fun people. However, I was so busy working, I barely found much time to socialize. I had some fun nights out with Mickey G. He stands out to me, as a true friend. Never wanted anything from me, and it was a pleasure to spend time hanging out with him. I also spent a lot of time with Dennis Hof (as an invited guest) up at the Bunny Ranch, in my downtime. America was a fantastic place for me to be for that 5 years or so, but it only accounts for a small part of my time in the business.   

Would you ever consider doing a celebrity endorsement for the use of probiotics to stop diarrhea? Or is that against your moral code? Do you have a moral code?

Why would I want to stop diarrhea??? I don’t think it’s morally wrong. Just a waste of a potentially fun evening! Do I have morals? Absolutely. One thing people will be able to say when I’m in my grave, is that I never cheated anyone, I never bad-mouthed anyone, and I never knowingly hurt anyone. Simple enough, but I’m proud to say it’s true. As for ‘Sexual Morality’, I say If it doesn’t hurt anyone, that everyone involved chooses to be there and they are of age, then knock yourselves out ! That’s pretty much how I have lived my life

Many sex industry workers keep the details of their career very private so have you ever had to explain to a civilian non-sex industry person the way you earn a living?    Roughly, what did you say?

Very much the opposite for me from Day One. I was always known as the porno guy, who had the real deal stuff. An open secret, even to the police. who every so often would kick my door in and damage beyond repair all my equipment. If I was brought in, I’d be out in the morning. Just police making the themselves look good. so I treated it as the cost of doing business. When my wife got into the business, we shouted it from the rooftops. After less than 6 months in the industry, she was up for AVN awards. While in the UK porn production was still illegal and seedy, my wife was an international STAR! We went to America for up to 3 Months at a time, where it was completely legal, and she was getting recognition at the top level possible, the AVNs were like the porno equivalent of the Oscars! So no. I’ve never been secretive nor needed to explain myself.

Almost everyone has at one time or another pooped their pants believing it was only a fart. This, one would think, would be a welcome surprise for you, so would the opposite be disappointing? Have you ever believed you were about to shit yourself and only received a disappointing fart?  How did you deal with the disappointment?

This is deeply philosophical isn’t it? To fart or not a fart? That is the question. No, I can’t say I’ve ever been disappointed by a fart, as a fart is halfway towards the ultimate goal, and I’m a glass half full kinda guy. My philosophy of life is that it’s better to have tried and to have failed, than to not have tried at all. That said though, at my age, and with all the years of practice, it’s kinda like male talent being able to achieve an erection under studio lights and a crowd of people. Not EVERYONE can do it, but if you can, you’ve got it made. Just like I can make ‘Heavy Pants’ pretty much to order !

What’s the most surprising and embarrassing things that you’ve learned since embarking down this path in your life?

I think, if I’m gonna be brutally honest, it’s the amount of ‘Straight Guys’ that just are not that straight. Don’t get me wrong. Nothing wrong with homosexual activity, but its just not for me. I have indeed tried it in the past, I’ve had a few experiments etc, but decided that it’s simply not for me. However the amount of guys for whom it IS a thing, yet they go out of their way to keep it a deep dark secret, has genuinely surprised me! Again, no judgement, I just never thought it was quite as widespread as it is. As for embarrassment? Remember, you are talking to a guy who actively soils himself in public, just to enjoy the reactions of those around him, so I don’t even know the meaning of the word! lol

Have you ever seen the face of Elvis Presley or something else just as interesting, in one of your turds?  Did you flush or bronze it?

Funnily enough, a few months ago, first thing in the morning, I DID see a face in one of my turds. It was my own ! I couldn’t believe just how realistic it looked. Then, I realized that I had been drinking heavily the night before, and passed out face down in a pile of my own poo. When I woke up, it was the first thing I saw, what an impression! Flush or Bronze? Neither, I just kept it for a few weeks but it dried up and disintegrated. The world can be such a cruel and heartless place: Thank God we have porn to cheer us all up !!!

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In my career I often hear some really wild stories but this one has me both cracking up and cussing that I wasn’t around to film it. It starts off with 2 above average looking women hooking up from the Internet. One described herself as a blonde submissive in her late 20s while the other claimed to be a dominate in her late 30s. By that description I’m imagining typical dom-sub lesbo sex including is some hair pulling and fisting, and probably some booze or drugs too.

I’m guessing that this scenario started off like that and at some point the dominatrix, or the sub or maybe both of them thought it was a good idea to see how far a foot could be shoved in the blonde’s ass. Would you believe, the answer is all the way???? A foot with a shoe size of 7.5 wearing a sphincter for an anklet, only there is a orgasmic hottie still attached to it, unable to tear herself away. I knew Rod Fontana and he used to love it when Lena Ramon shoved her foot up his bum, but I don’t think they ever got to the heel. Needless to say, I find this part of the story really impressive and it’s not because of the depth and determination. What amazes me is that women can be every bit as stupid as any man.

So as the story goes, they got stuck and had to call for an ambulance. At which point the dom started to get angry because the medical professionals were snickering and making jokes behind their backs. (I’m guessing they weren’t very good at hiding their amusement) Honestly, I can’t blame them; just imagine the 911 operator asking “What seems to be the problem?” Did she just say, “I’ve got my foot stuck in lover’s ass?” or try to get an ambulance without explanation. Personally, if I had taken the call, I would be asking for a photo to show the severity of the situation…just to be sure that the call wasn’t a prank. (wink wink) Then with the most awesome photo to go along with this story, I would dispatch all the help I could muster. Along with the paramedics requested, I would send the police, because it could be a violent lover’s quarrel or domestic abuse. Then I would have to call the fire department, as there might be a serious methane gas leak and in my warped logic, I better also add in a hazmat team. Hell, while I’m at it, CNN and Fox (Clown News Network and Fools On X-tasy) can’t miss this opportunity to demonstrate the hazards associated with not social distancing because there was no mention of these ladies wearing masks or having been vaccinated against Covid, and clearly there was only ONE foot between them.

In the hospital, Lady Dom kept loosing her temper if she thought the staff lacked professionalism or sympathy. On the other hand, the blonde subbie was having the time of her life. From what I was told, she was constantly giggling, masturbating and having orgasms. Evidentially, being the joke of the emergency room, sat really well with her. In fact, I’m told that she argued with the doctor that she didn’t want muscle relaxants or pain killers, but requested a strong orderly grab her lover’s leg and pull hard. The doctor, being as professional as one can in the situation, played it safe and made the extraction responsibly.

Too bad for me, absolutely no one thought to phone me, because I would have paid them to let me film the entire ordeal. Double unfortunate, I have no way of verifying this story and subsequently, finding a way to contact the two women. I would love to document and recreate this scenario, so if by any chance either of those 2 ladies is reading this…. PLEASE EMAIL ME!

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These days everyone appears to be worried about healthcare except me. When Billy-boy Gates decided to launch the same biological-political attack he normally reserves for African nations on the Western world, I decided to double up on my daily workouts and cut all sugar out of my diet. I was in great health before the pandemic and I made significant improvements during it. I can run 1.5 miles in 9 minutes when I belligerently force the issue upon myself. As the old saying goes, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure and you won’t need medical attention if you don’t abuse your body.

But health insurance or fetish performers?

There’s an entire lifestyle that goes with being a fetishist and each person’s fetish is different. Some of the things that people are into scare the hell out of me. Forget about the latex, leather or rubber clothes; I was once paid to film a private video for a guy that dressed up like a dog and let his trained German Shepherds attack him. Watching one of the dogs sink its teeth in his skin gave the man the hardest boner that I’ve seen in my life. It occurred to me then that this shoot could go wrong and I would have a hell of a job trying to explain what we were doing.

So how does someone get an insurance quote for “dog accidentally ate my cock?”

Or, for someone that made their own rubber suit and now has chemical burns? Or, a woman gets latex jeans and goes for a walk down the street where a distracted bus driver runs her over? I can easily imagine an insurance company representative going to a hospital to inspect someone that almost killed themself with a super tight leather gimp suit. Oh sure, I’ll get a ton of messages quoting slogans like “safe and sane” or lecturing me on what is and what isn’t fetish.

However, isn’t that kind of the point?

Fetish can be subject to individual interpretation. For example, I’m highly attracted to seeing women in tea dresses wearing big floppy sun hats. It makes me just want to put on a suit and tie and invite them to picnic so that I can watch their bosoms heave beneath their cotton frocks. Obviously, these days, there’s not much of a market for the Lady Chatterley scenarios but extending me medical coverage would be cheap. The agent might ask me what liability insurance I would be needing, and I can’t think of much danger other than choking on a grape or possibly having some squirrel mistake my nut sack for his stash while I am making love under his tree.

On the other hand, how are they going to handle someone that’s into pee and poop? Most of the public is freaking out about getting the sniffles these days and I’m sure there would be a freakout about fecal pathogens. In business everything is about the risk to reward ratio, so I can’t help wondering if this might end up being a huge pain in the ass for Clips4sale. They’re obviously not the company doling out the insurance, but the moment a performer doesn’t get what they want, they’ll be on the phone bitch at C4S. Factor in also, that this is the adult industry and we’ve got some issues with addicts and scammers, and I can foresee all kinds of attempts at insurance fraud.

Regardless, it’s still great marketing to attract studios and performers. So if C4S can make this work then I support their efforts. My only question is, would they help me make tea dresses and crumpets a financially viable fetish?

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