Art Porn

Art Porn

Max stands in the centre of the large empty room and emits a long contented sigh. The place is his for the evening. Now he can begin to prepare the space for his latest short film.  His heart is beating fast and his mouth is dry. He looks around to work out where the lights will go and where to put his two cameras.  The room is vast, with a low ceiling and one small window. He catches sight of a large steel frame, the size and shape of a single bed and this excites him still further. It is perfect. He strides over and immediately drags it into the centre of the room.  He glances at his watch. Two hours before Sally arrives. He has to work fast. He turns and goes out to his car to begin unloading lights and camera equipment.

He had been seeing Sally on a regular basis for six months and everything, as far as he was concerned, was going well.  In fact he felt incredibly satisfied. Sally was just what he had been looking for on the fetish dating site. She was young, blond, thin, pretty and happy to play obedient slave. She liked older, dominant men and seemed to share his love for bondage and rubber. She had agreed, after a little gentle persuasion to be in his film.

Max has been making films for several years. It’s become a little hobby, keeping him amused through the months of living alone and unattached. His films are different to all the other films made by lonely men having sex with themselves, wanking on their beds or in their grubby basements. Max is convinced his films are a new art form. He calls it Art Porn. He has created a perfectly rational argument for this. In the modern age arousal had become nothing more than a pleasurable pastime. Nobody feels shame about it anymore, so people like him, with imagination and creative minds are there to elevate all sexual activity into something glorious and beautiful. Max has made a dozen films of himself, oiled and naked, backlit and front lit, wrapped in rubber and tape and lord knows what else, bathed in blue light, red light, shot in black and white, using slow motion and other cinematic effects, accompanied by haunting music he had written and recorded himself, and he’s loaded them all (except one) onto a website and enjoyed the mostly positive comments left by admirers scattered around the globe.

Max is hoping that this film he is about to make with Sally will be infinitely more complex and ambitious, and will establish him as a leading pioneer of Art Porn.

Bright lights, mounted on stands now surround the steel bed. A suitcase full of bondage equipment lies open in an unlit corner of the room and beside it, two black rubber suits hang from hooks in the wall.

Max now begins to set up the first of two cameras, adjusting the tripod, making sure that the frame will be large enough to capture the action.

Sally rings. She is outside but cannot find the door. Max races out to find her. She steps into the dark room and sees the steel frame in the pool of light in the centre. Max is nervous in case she wants to back out. Sally giggles instead. She is excited too.

As he finishes positioning the cameras, she quietly gets undressed and then slips inside her black latex bodysuit. She finds a mirror at the back of the studio. She slips a black latex mask over her head. She works the tight black rubber till her mouth and eyes fit comfortably behind the corresponding holes in the mask. Then she sits on a wooden box, and quietly waits.

‘Have you brought that music?’ he asks gently.

‘Yes.’

She gets up and finds a cd in her handbag. Soon the room is filled with mellow Middle Eastern drumming.

Max is finally ready. She lies on the bed and he ties her hands and feet to the steel corners of the bed. He fetches oil and rubs it gently over her black skin to make it glisten in the harsh bright spotlights around the bed. He finds a red ball-gag in the suitcase and fastens it tight into her mouth.  

Now he is aroused and very excited. He slips out from his clothes and slips into his own black rubber suit. They chat to each other, admitting how good it feels to be in rubber again. He has a little trouble with his own black mask. He is both aroused and nervous and in this state is bound to fumble about a bit. Finally he is ready. He switches on both cameras, slips on his rubber gloves and steps into shot.

He caresses her body. They kiss. He caresses her neck and squeezes his rubber fingers around it till she wriggles. He pours more oil onto her shiny body and squeezes her shapely rubbery breasts. His fingers slide slowly down to her crotch and till it reaches the zip. His rubbery fingers slip inside her and all the time she groans and writhes, the light catching the outline of her body perfectly.

He glances at the cameras from time to time to check the sightlines are clear and the action isn’t blocked, then unbuckles her ankles and lifts her legs, then climbs onto the steel bed and fucks her hard.

Then before he comes he climbs off, unties her wrists and once she is bent over the bed, re-ties them so she cannot move away. He unzips her further till her arse pokes out from the rubber then thrashes her with the new ‘Leather Whip with Dildo Handle’ they had bought together two weeks earlier.

Her yelps and gasps seep out from behind her rubber ball gag. She struggles and writhes, on and on he thrashes wildly till her pale butt cheeks are streaked with red.

Her pussy drips. His cock is raging hard. It’s time for the final sequence. He unties her wrists, takes off her ball gag and then fucks her till she shakes and screams in a way he recognises as being the point when she cannot bear her orgasm any longer. He pulls her off the bed and pushes her onto his knees. He pushes his dripping cock through the rubbery hole and into her mouth, gripping the back of her neck. He pulls out one final time just as he is about to come and then gripping the base of his cock, shoots his load over her shiny black face.  Creamy gobs of sperm drip.   Two shiny black figures, exhausted and out of breath, fall still for a very long while.

Eventually he whispers to her.

‘You ok?’

She nods.

He leans over and kisses her gently on the lips.

‘That was fucking amazing.’

‘Yeah.’ She whispers.

He moves away to switch off the cameras.

The following night Max is in his office editing till the early hours until finally the film is complete. He sits back and watches it. He is delighted with what he sees. He is also aroused.

He thinks up a title: Horny Rubber Slave, and types it onto the title page.  

Sally comes over to his East London flat the following day evening and he shows her the film and she too is amazed and delighted.

Later as they are eating in a quiet restaurant, the same restaurant where they first met, he decides to tell her about the other films he has made and the sites he has posted them on.

‘Promise me you won’t put our film on line’ she says. She is adamant. She has a high profile job in the civil service. She cannot imagine how bad it would be if anyone discovered it was her in the film. Max doesn’t want to rock the boat.  He likes to be seen as an honourable man.

‘Honestly. I promise. It was just an idea.’ He says but adds ‘But you had a mask on. No-one would know it was you.’

She gives him a long hard look he’s never seen before and it scares him.

‘Sure. I promise I won’t upload it or show it to anyone else.’

Nothing more is said.

Three weeks later the relationship is over. One stupid argument is enough to destroy it. Sally says she’s very happy with the master-slave games they play whenever they meet, but she wants Max to be more loving.  Max is hurt. He is scornful of romantic love. He argues that the kind of sex they are having was infinitely more intense and intimate and profound than the muddy sensations produced by love.  As they sit in the corner of a quiet East London gastro-pub

an unimaginable gap opens up between them. Max is stubborn and refuses to back down. He says she wants what he can never give her. Sally is proud and once she is rejected she walks away and doesn’t turn back.

Within a week Max begins to realise that he has made a big mistake. The sex had been so wonderful. They had good times together. She had even introduced him to her mother and he had survived the experience.  He leaves mumbled apologies, rambling excuses on her answerphone. His emails and phone calls are not returned.  For many months he drives past the end of her road whenever he can, hoping to catch sight of her.  Some nights he sits in his car and watches her front door. He never catches sight of her.  She might well have moved out, but she won’t get out of his head and take the memories with her.  

One lonely night Max takes his bowl of luke warm baked beans to his desk and decides to watch Horny Rubber Slave again.  He clicks on the file. He sits forward as the title credit rolls and as he eats, he watches.  At first he is too sad to be as aroused but by the end his dick is very hard.

He licks the plate clean and sits back in his chair, convinced that the film is brilliant. The coloured light against the black, the shadows, the sparkling steel and the dark shadows in the background.  He finds it horny and dramatic, aesthetically pleasing, and the viewer is driven to the same dramatic climax as the couple in the film.

The film cannot remain unseen by the world. It is, as far as Max is concerned his finest example of Art Porn.  He is convinced that the lighting, the shadows, the complex crossfades and editing all work together to elevate ‘Horny Rubber Slave’ from mere, functional pornography.  

So why not load it onto the site?  The idea is becoming irresistible. How on earth will she ever know?  What would happen? Chances are she will never know. If she does find out, what then?

She would call him. They would speak. Max knows in his heart that he would love this to happen.

Finally he makes the click. The film is loaded onto the site, gets seventeen thousand hits in three days and goes viral.  Before he can even think of the possibility of generating income from selling it as a download, the film has been copied a million times. Newspaper articles report on the proliferation of violent and deviant obscene films accessed easily on line. One newspaper even cites Horny Rubber Slave as one of the worst examples.  Politicians are rattled, new laws are introduced and the iron fist of authority is forced into action.

When Sally hears about the film she is shocked.  Something stops her from calling Max. Soon she realises why. She is aroused by the idea that no one can possibly ever know it was her.  She goes to work the next day and the thought that there were people all around her who might have watched her having such an incredible time without thinking for one minute it was Sally, the quiet, serious and sensible civil servant.

Within a week the raging public debate is turned to other front page scandals and within a month the film is forgotten. But not before Max is eliminated. He is woken in the middle of the night by four Special Branch officers, who drag him naked from his bed, cuff him to a chair and suffocate him with a plastic bag, recording, for legal reasons, his long and desperate death on a video camera.  

Daniel Guy

December 2012