Drawing on the Dark Side of the Brain ©2018 Elder Road Books, Serialized edition ISBN 978-1-939275-83-7
Drawing on the Dark Side of the Brain
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Baroque Porn
IT WAS NOT MY FINEST HOUR, painting a rather sloppy rendition of Nicolas Poussin’s Bacchanal Before a Statue of Pan. It had everything except the people. I even painted in the statue. I chose the Poussin for a number of reasons. First, it was a pretty easy backdrop to paint. Kelly convinced me to invest in a blue screen and some lights. She owned all the other production equipment, including the high-end computer her mother started her with. We’d shoot the entire video in front of the blue screen and then replace the blue screen with my rendering. So, the rendering was blocked out on a canvas board at forty inches wide and sixteen inches tall. It had to be wider and taller than the portion we’d show at the beginning because camera angles would require the background to shift slightly. Kelly just told me not to worry because her editing software would take care of that. Okay. Good.
Second, in Poussin’s painting, the actors weren’t so bloated or Rubenesque that they wouldn’t appeal to my generation. Which also meant the girls wouldn’t be horrified by how fat they looked. I’d met the guys when they all came over to sign their papers and get briefed by Kelly. She laid down the law that there was hard work to be done and they were getting paid for it. I didn’t realize that, but Kelly was putting up over two grand in salaries for them. I sure hoped we sold a lot of this video. These guys were all well-experienced boning the girls but had never done it on camera. After I assured them all that I wasn’t gay, they agreed to be painted as satyrs like I showed in my rendering. The fact that when I painted them they all got erections went without comment.
Third, the actors in the Poussin painting were all at least partially clothed so, unlike the Rubens and the Breughel renditions, it looked more like the party was just getting started instead of like they were all drunk and sated or passed out at the end. That worked well for both the girls’ initial modesty flares and to let us work up to what we’d get in the porn. We might have a little video to show in class before things got past the #safeforschool tag. They all understood, though, that it was a lecherous and debauched party and they’d have to act drunk. We told them they could take a quick break on the porch to toke up if they wanted but not to overdo it.
Of course, in addition to the background rendering, I needed a few props and ‘furniture’ pieces. The green Astroturf had worked well for Ariel’s base, so I got a piece that was large enough for the actors to perform on and decorated it with more leaves, a few plants, and couches for the actors to fuck on. Char went shopping with me at several second-hand shops to get pieces of fabric and props that we could use. The acting area would be twelve feet deep—the width of the turf carpet sold at Lowe’s—but like the blue screen and the background painting, it ran the full width of our living room. I sprang for an extra two hundred bucks worth of foam padding to put under it.
I was getting pretty good with my airbrush. The guys all came in on Thursday to get painted. They laughed and joked but every one of them got a hardon when I painted their thighs and stomach like the lower part of a goat. I suppose Ariel running the camera, still in her Earthly Delights paint and nothing else, might have had something to do with it as well. The guys were impressed with their new six-pack abs and hairy chests and arms. They did a bunch of posing for Ariel along with a few lewd comments before we finally told them to go home and we’d see them Saturday.
The three blondes came in about noon on Friday and they were a lot raunchier than the guys had been. They wanted to tease and play as much as to get painted. Kelly ran the camera and shook her head at their antics. Barb, in particular, kept thrusting her hips at me while I was padding her stomach and asked for bigger boobs as she shoved them into my hands.
“You know, you keep teasing like that and none of us will be responsible if Jett gets turned on and molests you,” Kelly said. Barb just laughed.
“What do you think I want?” she sneered. The sneer went away when I shoved two fingers up her twat and started thumbing her clit until she screamed out an orgasm and collapsed back into her friends’ arms.
“That was good,” Kelly said. “I managed to get a sound level reading on you when you come so I can have it adjusted correctly when you get fucked tomorrow.”
“Oh, God! I didn’t think you’d just… Fuck! I haven’t had that good a come all year. Can I have you as my partner in the video?”
“Huh-uh. I’ve already painted your boyfriend.” The other two girls teased a little but were more circumspect and I didn’t molest them. I was a little worried, but we had their agreements, releases, and the whole exchange on video. Kelly assured me that there would be no repercussions after the three girls left with rounder bottoms, bigger boobs, soft tummies, and gashes that looked like a chimp in heat.
I TOOK SATURDAY OFF work so I could direct the makeup on their faces. Kelly and Char took the girls and worked their magic with theatrical makeup that would totally disguise them. Ariel took over for Kelly when Merck arrived and she had to show him how to run the camera she’d assigned him. Sarah Lynn joined her as the other camera person and Kelly blocked out the acting areas, camera sightlines, and range of motion. Merck was going to mostly be on a tripod in a stationary position while Sarah Lynn would be the roaming camera. Both were told that because of the blue-screen they had to be careful of where the top of their shot was so it didn’t get up on the ceiling. They were also told that they needed to keep their cameras horizontal and not shoot up or down. If Sarah Lynn wanted a low shot, she had to get down on the floor to get it, not just point the camera down. Sarah Lynn had been practicing a lot lately and her camera had a horizon line that showed up on the screen so she could tell if she was level. It was a lot like shooting animation cels except we were using live action.
Merck came to join me as I was painting the beards, eyebrows, and hollowed cheeks that would disguise the guys. I had goat horns on headbands they weren’t sure of until I arranged their hair and sprayed it black. Suddenly, they all thought they looked too cool for words. I stood back to survey them with their loincloths concealing phalluses in various stages of arousal and Merck did a visual survey with the camera. Then we headed to the living room where the set was.
“This floor is soft AF!” Don said. I had no idea which girl which guy was paired up with or even if they were paired or just a free-for-all. I’d learned their names, Don, Lou, and Sam, just two days ago when I painted them. I guess Barb and Reggie had a falling out and he was eliminated from the party. They were into a saying a lot of things out loud that people normally only used online. Whatever. One had made a comment while I was doing their faces this morning and another actually said ‘LOL’ instead of laughing.
The girls were finally ready and paraded out of the dining room where they were getting made up. The job Ariel, Kelly, and Char had done on them not only disguised them but made them beautiful in an otherworldly way. I wasn’t even sure which was which when I looked at them.
“Sis, you are so snatched,” Sam said coming up to one of them. “Let’s get this show on the road so we can fuck.” I glanced over at Merck but the comment seemed to roll right off him. He was panning around with his camera in the limited range he had. I saw him step back a little to look at it and then crank the height down slightly. I wondered how well he’d keep his objectivity once the clothes started coming off.
“Okay. If anyone needs a break—restroom, smoke, drink—now’s the time,” I said. “We’ll be shooting the static scenes first. You’ll be doing various tableaus, freezing, and we’ll photograph. In this part, I’ll be coming in between scenes to direct where you’re to stand, sit, or lie and what you are doing there. Then we’ll take another break. When we get back from that one, Kelly will direct you through some warmups and will get you rolling for the video. From that point on, we’ll be shooting for anywhere from an hour to an hour and a half with no more interruption than we have to. Don’t worry about dialog. We’ll cut around it if need be.” All six trooped out to the front porch and I saw the air turn blue with smoke. Whatever. Merck stepped out back to have a few quick tokes on his vape. As long as I could get them in position, I didn’t care what they did to get themselves ready. After the front porch, they hit both bathrooms and came back ready to go.
I had several tableaus ready to put them in that would slowly tell the story of the party getting wild. That would include losing some pieces of clothing and getting hands involved, but it wouldn’t involve exposing the guy’s dicks or girls’ pussies or having any real sex. They cooperated and Kelly handled her digital SLR like a pro. This also gave us a chance to test the lighting and adjust for shadows. The blue screen behind them had to stay blue. I made sure the tableaus were also opportunities to get individual shots of the actors and with their preferred partners so each could have pictures after we released the video. Kelly had given them all instructions on creating social accounts under their stage names and not linking them to their regular accounts. We’d give them each a profile pic as soon as the shooting was over.
Things got gigglier as the clothing started to come off. Breasts got groped and dicks got handled. The loin cloths were all tented. We got the stills done and gave them another break. A lot more smoke filled the porch and when they opened the door to come in, we could all smell the weed.
“Okay, this is the video portion. Everybody get your costumes back in the shape they were when we started. We’ll be starting from the same position as the tableau we started with before. That’s what Jett’s arranging. When we start filming, we’ll hold in that position for a minute to give me material for titles. Then I’ll call action and you’ll start to wake up and go through a lot of what we did in the stills. If you don’t remember the exact sequence or positions, don’t worry about it. You’re at a party, the wine is flowing freely, and everyone is getting horny. Don’t rush it, but the pace is going to be on your back. If I need to speed it up a little, I’ll do it with cuts. That’s why we have two cameras running. When you really get into it, I doubt I’ll need to say anything, but if I do, don’t bother to look up at me. Just do what I say and keep going. You ready to party?”
“Partay!” they responded and the cameras all clicked on.
Not being porn professionals, I half expected the guys to pop in five minutes and be worthless for the duration. But apparently all six of them had watched an adequate amount of porn to know the sequences. We shot for an hour and a half. And then we shot pussies dripping with the evidence. They’d all chosen to go bareback and come inside, even though we gave them the option of using condoms and coming anywhere. Well, each of the guys had at least two money shots and all the girls got painted. The various screeches of the girls indicated they’d all managed to get their cookies at least a couple of times as well.
I’d prepared a clean-up kit for each of them that included instructions for removing both the face paint and makeup and the body paint. Finally, they were gone and I heard them agree to order pizzas down at the girls’ house.
We all breathed a big sigh of relief and decided to order our own pizzas.
“YOU’RE PRODUCING PORN here,” Merck said, still a little dazed from the day’s work.
“Well, I guess we did today. It will be up to Kelly to determine if it’s marketable or just a fun afternoon. Frankly, we invested about four thousand dollars in this project, so I hope we get some return.”
“I’ll buy a copy,” he said. “Are they all like this?”
“First and only,” I said. “I know there won’t be another like this all term, but I thought you’d enjoy this one the most.”
“You guys want a hit before the pizza gets here?” Sarah Lynn asked. “I’m tired boots.”
“Oh, God! You’re talking like them,” Merck moaned. “I’ve never felt so old in my life. I didn’t understand half of what they were saying and was shocked at the other half. I’m supposed to be the cool prof who’s just one of the kids.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Sarah Lynn comforted him. “You’re slick. What other professor would spend his afternoon filming students making porn?”
“None who are still employed,” Merck groaned. I passed him the bong and he took another deep drag.
“A KAT MON DIEU PRODUCTION, staged by Kat’s Coal. Starring Torrid Starling, Blue Delight, and Robin Clouds. With Bud Flicker, Tom Swift, and Big Hardy.” We all read the titles when Kelly finally got the video all edited. I’d turned in the eight-minute R-rated version for class on Wednesday. The X-rated version was hot. We got into some interesting positions as we acted out a few of the scenes being played before us. Barb was the leader of the gang and certainly the most willing to do any sexual item with any of the men or women in the group. The scene with Don plugging her doggy-style and Sam with his dick in her mouth was enhanced by Syl under her licking away at Don’s balls. But the show stealer as far as all of us were concerned was the intensity of Lou and Terri as they truly connected. They’d created a subtle chase, staying in the background for most of the first fifteen minutes. Lou would approach and offer her wine but when he bent to kiss her, she’d turn her head to the side and move away. Somehow as she moved, her costume loosened. He reached across Sam and Syl in a basic missionary and caught Terri’s shoulder. The dress fell, exposing her breast.
Merck had proved a sharp cameraman. Even though his camera provided the wider-angle shots, setting scenes as Sarah Lynn moved in for closer views of the various sex acts that the others got right down to, he seemed to always have Terri and Lou in the center of his lens, occasionally zooming in on a particular interaction between the two, like when Lou poured a little wine in her shoulder indent and lapped it up. That was when Terri’s other shoulder slipped and the dress fell to expose both breasts and Lou’s hand slipped up her side to cup one while he drank.
Kelly had done a masterful job of cutting in the backdrop I painted. I wasn’t sure exactly how this whole blue screen stuff worked, but it shifted behind the actors as the camera angles shifted or zoomed. The hour-and-a-half of two cameras shooting no less than eight explicit sex acts and a few sexy scenes that weren’t explicit sex was edited down to half an hour in which a painting seemed to come to life and a bacchanalia ensued. Most of the last ten minutes, after Barb, Don, Sam, and Syl had already had multiple explosions, was devoted to Terri and Lou finally consummating their playful romp.
Another of Kelly’s clever ploys was that the audio we recorded during the taping was muted, only coming up at key points where there was wet slapping of genitals against each other or a girl’s wailed orgasm. All of the miscellaneous grunts, movement, comments were missing. Instead, Ariel had recorded a soundtrack of Bach Fugues using her new electronic keyboard to mimic a pipe organ. It was amazing!
With the credits and stills cut in, we had a damned professional video. Merck bought the first copy.
And somehow, my cock found its way into seven wet pussies that night. Sometimes only for a few strokes as we all played and rolled around on the Astroturf and sometimes to a most satisfying conclusion.
EVA WAS BECOMING more involved in planning out projects as the term moved toward spring break. The Astroturf was proving to be a great investment as I prepared to paint her as Gulliver staked to the ground by miniature Lilliputians. This was going to be a portrait rather than body painting. The tiny people swarming over her body would all be Eva. The drawing would all be images of her tying herself to the ground. After the intensity of doing Baroque Porn, we all needed to rest a little. I wanted to do this study as an adjunct to the airport wall that would show her flying. And after we’d done the posing session and drawing, I had a rare opportunity to take my time making love to Eva.
“You know, when I asked you to paint me almost a year ago, I didn’t really intend to become a lover at all,” she whispered as I bathed her nipples with my tongue. She gasped as I nibbled a little but kept talking. “I kind of went wild my freshman year and slept around. I did some parties that I don’t even really remember except that my pussy and ass were sore for days afterward. While everyone went south for spring break, I flew to a little airstrip up at Ashland on the shore of Lake Superior. It was cold and snowy and a risky flight at that time of year. But I had to go. There’s a meditation center up there that I spent five days at. Most of it was crying by the shore for what a mess I’d made of my life. When I asked you to paint me, I was desperately trying to see what I’d become.”
She pulled me on top of her and guided my cock into her steamy center. For a few minutes we just kissed and slid together. I sensed that this was all part of what she wanted to tell me and that I should just stay focused on loving her and not try to say anything. We hadn’t come yet but weren’t trying to reach a peak, just staying connected and enjoying the union of our bodies.
“Instead, you painted me as Athena. You didn’t show me what I’d become but what I could be. I fell in love that day, Jett. Not with you but with my future.”
I kissed her deeply. Kissed the tears from her eyes. Kissed the neck she stretched up to give me. And as we moved slowly together, we found release. It was a burst of light that let me see a glimpse of my own future. I could hardly wait to paint Eva at the airport.
I HADN’T FORGOTTEN my assignment from Blankenship. I did two new sketches of The Garden of Earthly Delights. Ariel was always willing to pose for me, whether I needed her to or not. I had a veritable library of sex organ sketches and photos at my disposal for reference. And having Ariel pose was always like foreplay.
But I was really trying to understand what Blankenship was ineptly trying to teach me. I could see from his quick sketch on the whiteboard that he had incredible control and talent. But the only way he could communicate was by deriding and criticizing. I was determined to get through that to the nut of the lesson.
“This subject is obviously too complex for your little brain to grasp,” he said as the intro to my second meeting with him. He sighed and then began sketching out small details of my drawing on the whiteboard as he criticized them. He was so fast at his criticisms and sketches that the depth of his understanding was almost missed. His eyes had to be phenomenal to pick out the details that he did. He would glance at my sketch and then turn his back and reproduce a portion on the whiteboard with incredible accuracy as he described not only the elements, but the latent emotions that weren’t given rein.
After two sessions, I was tasked with developing a larger version.
“Not life-size. Save that for playing with your girlfriend. I want a drawing that captures the emotion. I want to see it right after spring break. You are planning to study and work over the break, are you not?”
“Yes, sir. I have too many projects and need to work at my job to stay ahead of expenses.”
“Your job. I believe you mentioned you were a serial killer. Please don’t get blood on this drawing. We’ll deal with that later.”
I left his office feeling overwhelmed. Again.
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