This is quite an obvious one really, but one that plenty of people, myself included, forget all too often. If you’re participating in a gangbang, or some other sexual activity of the group variety, you might want to first check that you’re not being filmed.
For someone to record you without permission, when you’re down to your birthday suit and engaging in a wee bit of how’s-your-father, is a gross violation of trust and an invasion of privacy. That’s a given.
But if such a film did get out, in which you’re doing the bad thing with a single member of the opposite sex, it’s hardly going to be a life-ending, front-page-news-kind of revelation. Most blokes, and possibly even their parents, would probably be somewhat proud. Different story for girls, obvs, but the issue of sexism and double standards in sexual behaviour is outside of the remit of this little blog post.
But if the video were to feature a rather small Asian chick taking on four rather large Caucasian penises, on an inflatable mattress on the floor of a starkly-lit living room in a suburb of Western Sydney, well that might be a problem. And apparently, I now know, such a video does exist.
So here’s how it went down. I’d been chatting online to the male half of this couple for a few days. He’d told me about his girl’s fantasy of being DP’d and dominated by a group of guys and I was bang up for it (so to speak). So late on a Saturday afternoon I’d driven out west somewhere, I forget the exact suburb, and met him and two other guys in a seedy sports bar.
The male half of the couple, the ringleader, was a well-built and reasonably friendly Lebanese guy. One of the other two dudes was a skinny ginger-haired fella who seemed fairly normal and unassuming but turned out to be an extremely strict and kinda pervy (even by my standards) dom. The last guy was a shy twenty-something who turned out to pack a fricken ridiculous penis. Like, the kind that can seriously deprive its owner’s brain of blood flow when excited.
So the four of us sat through an awkward get-to-know-you drink in this lame-arse bar, before convoying it back to the ringleader’s pad. Once there we sat even more awkwardly in his overly-bright living room, arranged on chairs around a mattress that had been placed, somewhat unromantically, in the centre of the room.
But when Lucy walked in, everything – the long drive, the uncomfortable drink in the nasty sports-bar, the horribly un-classy mattress on the floor – suddenly seemed worth it. She was stunning. A gorgeous Asian girl with a beautiful face, tiny waist and bum, and a completely disproportionate rack. She seemed demure and innocent at first, but as she took a large swig from a bottle of tequila and started to strip, it was quickly apparent that her looks were highly deceiving.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: this ain’t an erotic lit blog, so I’ll skip the details of the hours that followed. Suffice to say, Lucy realised her DP fantasy (several times) and a jolly good time was had by all. Actually, that’s not quite true: our donkey-dicked young friend’s nerves had gotten the better of him and he’d never quite managed to rise to the occasion. He’d spent most of the night watching and furiously trying to beat some life into his old fella, and had eventually managed to get it up for long enough for a few frantic thrusts before his admittedly impressive erection retreated once more.
So anyway, we all cleaned up, got dressed and said our g’byes. A couple of weeks later Lucy got hold of me on Facebook. Apparently I’d been her favourite and she was keen to see me again. She turned out to be really cool girl and we started hanging out regularly. She’d dumped her boyfriend, the ringleader, when he started trying to set up ever larger and more frequent gangbangs. It was getting pretty creepy, she said. An unnatural obsession.
This was all fine until she called me one night in a horrible state. She’d had a row with him when she’d tried to get a load of her things back – clothes, shoes and so on – and he’d made a disturbing confession. He’d filmed our little party in its entirety on a hidden camera. The dirty fucker! Whilst he hadn’t explicitly made any blackmail- or revenge-style threats, the subtext seemed clear: forget about your stuff and don’t call me again, or who knows where that video might end up?
Well, what can you do? The guy hadn’t actually made any threats and hadn’t – as far as I know – broken any laws. We couldn’t exactly get the police to bust down his doors to recover the video. I told Lucy not to worry about it, and since then I’ve tried to do the same.
So far, as far as I know, the film hasn’t come to light. Maybe he deleted it. Maybe he still watches it alone and bats off to it. But maybe it’s out there, on some amateur porn site or doing the rounds on social media, and I might one day stumble across it myself. And there I’d see a younger me on a dirty blow-up mattress, underneath a crazy Asian girl who’s taking dicks in every hole. Jesus, I really hope that doesn’t happen. It would be bad enough for me and the other guys, but it could be a life-wrecker for Lucy.
I realise as I write that this story is kinda anti-climactic. I apologise that it’s just sorta tailed off. You might have been expecting a terrible, humiliating finale, in which the video went viral and Lucy became an unwitting ‘internet sensation’ or something along those lines. For the sake of the story that might’ve been quite cool, but for Lucy’s sake and my own, I’m rather glad there’s no big climax. No pun intended.
So yes, my advice to any would-be gangbangers: make sure you’re not being filmed. Easier said than done I guess, unless you’re planning to turn up to a party with a bunch of camera-detecting equipment. And even as I type it’s dawning on me that there could have been countless cameras hidden in any of the various debauched situations I’ve found myself in since then. Who knows how many amateur pornos I’ve starred in? I could have my own website, for all I know.
The only lesson I can really draw, therefore, is that if such a video surfacing would seriously mess up your life, then don’t go to sex parties. At all. Cameras are seriously easy to hide and you never know who could be watching. There are a lot of creepy people out there.
But if the prospect of becoming some amateur porn fan’s next wank fantasy is OK by you, then by all means, go nuts!