Sex Dwarf worked him hard, hoping and praying that the director would not yell "cut" any time soon.  He devoured Eli-X's throbbing cock, sending him into deep throat heaven.  Sex Dwarf made little noises of satisfaction as if he were sampling a rare and exotic delicacy.   

Eli-X signalled that he was ready to shoot his load; the director gestured to the camera man to zoom on in there so they could get a spectacular 'facial' close up or Eli-X's creamy cum hitting Sex Dwarf square in the face, running over his lips, dripping down his bristly chin. 

But something went hideously wrong; Sex Dwarf screamed in pain as his trick jaw locked, Eli-X's pumping cock still in his mouth. Cut to a long shot: in intergalactic terms a long shot is a special supernova erupting in the blink of an eye across the blackness of space. Somewhere deep in the middle of some franchised galaxy a mass of stardust imploded in sympathy with Eli-X’s condition. He let out a scream that reverberated down through the eroto-ether shattering all but the most resilient minds plugged into the broadband laser beam of filth. All refractive indices went through the top of the sky and the shrieking signal bounced back off the background radiation turning it a filthy pink.  

This is the vision now of Eli-X, lying back, lily white legs splayed, gushings of pink spreading out from his torn groin. Fuck Honies all around lapping up the master’s blood, scooping up big handfuls of the ruby red and slamming it into their worthless, ungrateful, shimmering glisten boxes between their athlete’s thighs. These glisten boxes radiated out a signal that should have immobilised the fleeing Sex Dwarf but he must have been tinkering with wires offset because one-by-one the Fuck Honies evaporated in grey clouds of ectoplasmic cock powder and the cock, the very prized toy of the Master of Bation, the Dong of Kong, the Meat in All the Pies, was lost forever. 

Eli-X’s cybernetic cock lived in the mouth of Sex Dwarf for thirteen years and in that time it marshalled a stunning campaign of mental terror against the thief of all fat and gristle.  Poor little Sex Dwarf had to be fed intravenously as the cock just wouldn't give over any room for him to eat anything except its self.  Thirteen years of continual throat fucking, endless spurts of jizz shooting into his throat.  Sometimes it would twist up the way and shoot a load up his nose; it would run down his nostrils and onto his chin, drip down on to his shirt as if somebody had told him a joke and he's snorted a mouthful of milk down his nostrils. 

Sex Dwarf was at his wits end - thirteen years of this shit, thirteen years of mega porn-bucks - directors loved that weird crap, a cock implanted into his throat.  They even shoved a fibre-optic camera up his arse, up through his intestines, his stomach and into his oesophagus to get some close-up action from on the inside.  People paid double for those discs.  He was a fucking STAR. 

Eli-X had been on the decline for those thirteen years - not much work for an Intergalactic Porn Star sans cock, ya know?  But he'd been following Sex Dwarf's career, growing more bitter and more twisted with each new movie that came out, every Universal Premiere that was shown on the Interstellar TV Networks.  He was sick of all the red carpets Sex Dwarf had teetered down, choking on his cock, being fawned over by a bevvy of busty beauty co-stars with their tits out for the lads. 

He decided one day to pay the Mama-Lada trump card. She was once his Mama-Lada but virtually none of her original genetic material remained, in fact monkeys of the old world jungles had more in common with Eli-X’s mama-lada than Eli-X’s Mama-Lada but boy did she like to fuck. She’s the sorta girl who’s modelled her sexframe so far she has reverted to type and now has the BabyGirlSoftFucker (tm) mouth of your historically accurate Traci Lords model. Her skin shivered constantly like a fish body all over that spunk spilling out her fuck caviar all over the screen. Eli-X found her in a psych ward, drilling the patients with fistfuls of UberGrease (patent pending) and cacking at the top of her ministration. She was a proper good fister of the criminally insane - just the sorta mad twisted half-brain you’d want tracking down your lost cock. She would willingly turn her hand to that task  click   like that, in a flash. 

Sex Dwarf was so far up his own shine box that he didn’t even notice her, he should have had his DetailedFiles (from the know-your-enemies society of Holofuck gossips and celebrity snoops) dentures plugged in properly, they were but you know, Eli-X and his cock, they had this symbiosis.... they could pass the messages back and forth across a short air range. It was just a case of getting his Mama-Lada close enough for the cybernetics to relay their psychic surveillance back to the owner. 

It was a closed set, as were all Sex Dwarf’s sets these days. Never shat his grind live, always 5 pico-second delay, the juiciest temptation.  Mama-Lada tarted herself up enough so that she looked good enough to be mistaken for one of the stars of a Granny-fuck flick.  She lingered on the lot, walked in and out of the studios in search of Sex Dwarf, with nobody batting an eyelid at her.  She fit right in with all these degenerate pukes, the PISS STARS, the SHIT STARS, the FAT-FUCK STARS, the CRACK-WHORE-SKINNY STARS, the RETARD STARS - all of them; she fit in right nice.  She felt a familiar stirring in her uber-loins when she smelled the spark plugs of a new model SURGE STAR.  Sparks dripped off his glistening silver body and ran down the road towards her in rivers of electrified lust.  She forgot all about Eli-X and his wayward cock - she wanted to get in on the action with Spark Plug Boy over there.  And she did. 

Mama-Lada put on her best Diva-front and blagged her way on to the closed set.  She threw a tantrum when they said her name wasn't down and she wasn't coming in.  After she bit the nose off the doorman, spat it out and rammed it up her cunt for safe keeping, they let her in.  Must have been some mistake with the cast list.  Although she didn't know what part she was playing and neither did the director.  Not until they wheeled them in.. 

13 heavily pregnant mothers were wheeled onto the closed set by 13 old men dragging leaking colostomy bags, leaving behind a slidy deluge of manure and piss. The stench would turn any sane director’s stomach, and sane crew’s stomach, and sane starlet’s stomach. But no-one here was sane, for the sake of a good hard fuck. In came nursey, with eight rows of girl tits down the front of her split open uniform of lincoln green cotton; that sound of rasping as she danced across the sirloin steak floor, her flat white shoes clickety clack on the depressing meat. Nursey had a dildo hanging out of her arse hole like a steaming part-birth, part-arse-rape, her breath stank of tulips, or chrysanthemums, something oddly perfumed like that, something sinister. Her tongue was blue, off-blue, with a crazy violet sheen when the light caught it dangling out the side of her mouth. Here eyes were soft as butter, vague and flaccid – you could imagine her coming through the pissholes of her eyes, gallons of radio-active bukkake dripping down her leering face. 

The director said Cut, something was not right. Continuity slashed the nurse across the face with a broad white-steeled sabre and, as her life gave way to the red oozy, the director shouted Spike those fat fuckers! 

With the remaining ounces of her worthless lifeblood, nursey shoved her luminous green syringe into all the spines of all 13 heavily pregnant mothers, bringing them on.....  what carnage. The thirteen still births shat out like a sad song or dire shopping list. The star of the shoot, Madame-X was asked to stuff all 13 of the softly mewling arse-kittens into her gaping pie. And she was more than up to the task. 

After the shoot was done for the day, the director took everyone out for lunch, all expense spared. One of the Inter-Galactic Porno Corps would pay him a fucking fortune for this movie.  He'd never shot anything like it. There’d be a bidding war to end his career. He knew it. 

"Eli-X?"  He said to Mama-Lada. "Who needs that cockless has-been anyways?  I'd love to shoot you and that filthy little Sex Dwarf together sometime." 

Mama-Lada felt ashamed that her lust for the unusual had made her forget about her old pump-buddy Eli-X and his AWOL cock.  Mama-Lada was really fucking pissed at the impudent director.