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“WILDE BOYS: EPISODE 3.” |
FADE IN
Title: WILDE BOYS AT GROS VENTRE
SCENE: INT. MOTORHOME – DAY
A scenic overlook, tall dark pine trees with the Rocky Mountains looming beyond. Other motorhomes and cars are parked close to the park facilities and restrooms.
A 1970s MOTORHOME is parked by itself. It is two-tone pearlescent grey with a bronze diagonal stripe. The side door is open. Inside, MONTANA (9) lies on the dinette seat, asleep. Lunch remains are on the table.
BRADEN (40) sits in the driver’s seat with his jeans open in front. DAKOTA (11) kneels behind the console. Between glances at Braden, he stares at the erection poking from the man’s boxers. He reaches and lovingly caresses the thick shaft.
Dakota
He’s really hot, Uncle B.
Braden
Open real wide. Maybe close your eyes. It’ll taste funny. It won’t hurt you, Kota.
Dakota
Can I kiss him? It’s okay to do that first, right?
Braden grins, tightens his grip on the steering wheel. His other hand tousles long blond hair. He sighs as soft lips brush his erection, settle over the glans. Dakota kisses wetly.
Braden
Go on.
Dakota lifts off, eyes bright as he looks at Braden.
DAKOTA
You want me to put him in my mouth, right?
Braden
The rule is only do what you want to do.
Dakota lowers his head, his tongue extended. He licks along the shaft, licks the plump crimson glans. A silver thread connects them when he lifts up. He breaks it with his finger, looks up, smiles shyly.
DAKOTA
Good?
BRADEN
Real good. Your tongue is soft, so soft. You are one sexy kid.
He caresses Dakota’s smooth lean back, shoulders, ears.
Dakota
I can’t concentrate if you’re tickling me!
Braden
(chuckles, tickles more)
You’re doing just fine. With practice, you’ll be a better cocksucker than your daddy. Once he learned to keep his teeth out of the way, his blowjobs were to die for.
Dakota turns his head, side-on, left eye looking up at Braden, making a ‘spastic’ face while he slurps on the glans. It’s between his lips, his cheeks sucking in.
Montana wakes up, yawns and lifts his head. He looks around and a smile appears.
Montana
What’s his dick taste like?
Dakota
A dick, duh… Wait; there’s a hint of hotdog. Got any ketchup?
His tongue swipes the tip, red lips smooching. Saliva dribbles down the shaft. Braden gasps, lifts up, flexing encouraging his nephew to take more. Dakota splutters and backs off, smearing saliva over his lips.
BRADEN
You’re not even close to ready. You better stop before you choke on spit.
Dakota latches on again. The glans and an inch of shaft are inside his mouth. His cheeks bulge. His eyes are bright. He tries to smile. He lifts off, and smooches all over it.
BRADEN
Just like your daddy when he started. He was a real little love-bug. Remember to watch the fangs. It won’t take long once you go down on it.
DAKOTA
I’ve taken Shay’s scum before.
Montana
You going to spit or swallow?
Dakota
You want to swallow, it’s all yours.
Braden
Be nice to him or I won’t suck yours.
Dakota strokes the thick shaft lazily, slow up, slow down. He licks his lips, making the slit open wide, eyeing it.
Dakota
You said our dad liked cock a lot. He sucked both you and Grampa, right?
Braden
Oh yeah. Most days at least once, more if Grandma wasn’t home.
Dakota
Did he like sucking better than corn-holing?
Braden
You kinda grow into corn-holing. Takes practice to get a grownup in there without it hurting. It’s a big step for a boy.
MONTANA
Shay says being gay is what makes you a cocksucker.
Dakota
You got it ass-backwards, Dipshit. Shay said even straight kids cornhole because it feels like pussy...
Braden
... trust me; taking it up the butt is gay. It’s also the best thing there is. Do it a couple of times, oh man!
BEGIN FLASHBACK
In a hayloft, MADISON (10) is naked. He kneels on a straw bale. Braden (12) stands behind him, his erect penis slathered with shiny oil. He pokes between his brother’s buttocks.
Surprised, Madison gasps. Closeup of Braden’s erection buried between his cheeks. It withdraws smoothly, shiny wet. Braden’s plump pink glans rubs along his brother’s cleft. He reinserts, all the way in without stopping.
Within a dozen strokes, Braden’s jerks are a blur. He pummels the little body aggressively, gripping the small pelvis desperately. There’s a wild look on his face, a demonic smile as he ruts.
Braden shudders and stumbles back, dribbling clear and watery boy-spunk.
Grampa takes his place. In a slow deliberate insertion, he enters to the hilt. Madison’s face lights up as his father begins to thrust. Their bodies move together. Rhythmic, gentle motion gradually becomes faster and harder.
Madison whimpers. His expression is ecstatic, disbelieving. He begins to push back, a little grunt with each shove of his rear. Grampa thrusts harder. Their bodies slap, suction on withdrawal.
Braden squats and looks up, grinning.
END FLASHBACK
SCENE: EXT GROS VENTRE CAMPGROUND, WYOMING - DAY
A broad, mostly flat expanse of mountain valley. Grass and cottonwood trees go on forever, bordering the Gros Ventre River, spectacular views of the snow-capped Grand Teton Range.
The Motorhome drives slowly around a largely unoccupied section of the campground. It passes a pickup with a trailer parked by itself.
Braden, pulls into a space surrounded by cottonwoods. It’s quiet, peaceful. He gets out of the driver seat and does to the side door. He squints through trees at the pickup, enjoying the sun on his face, savoring fresh mountain air.
He yawns and stretches again. He hears muffled giggles and heads to the rear of the motorhome. The bedroom door is open. Bare boys cavort.
Wilde boys play rough, naked… Grinning Dakota is on Montana’s back, wrestling, or humping, or maybe fucking. Identical stubby erections, cut tight and close to the pubis. Ballsacs are taut wrinkled bumps underneath.
Dakota sees Braden and rolls off his little brother.
Dakota
Yo Pedo, you want some boy dick?
He smirks, points his little erection with both hands.
Braden
Sure, not your baby dick, though.
Dakota tosses a bolster at Braden. It bounces off the wall. Dakota grabs another bolster and attacks. Braden wrestles it from him, topples onto the bed beside two whooping boys.
Braden
Calm it, faglets. We don’t need some nosy busybody calling the park rangers.
Montana
Maybe they can take care of Kota’s pitiful little dick. I’m tired of doing it!
He erupts in giggles, twisting away as Braden tries to grab him. Legs apart, his tiny penis is puffy, ruddy, and hard as steel. Braden clutches an ankle and smacks bare butt.
Braden
(teasing Dakota)
Am I wrong in thinking you just did Tana in the ass?
Grinning, he pokes his index finger in Montana’s crack, pretending to fuck. He touches the pucker, expecting resistance, getting none from his nine-year-old nephew, just a shy little smile.
Dakota
(smirking)
Not yet. Big Bird did him, but.
Big Bird lies on the bed, yellow ceramic statue with an orange dick for a beak. It’s shiny wet, as big as Braden’s fuck finger, smoother too.
Dakota
He wanted to know how it felt.
Montana
It was dope, Uncle B!
Braden
Dopey sounds about right.
He picks up Big Bird, aligns his finger with a slippery warm phallic-beak, smiles at the boys.
Montana
I got him in all the way, didn’t I Kota?
Ashamed, Dakota looks away, blushes, shrugs nervously.
Braden
I hope you guys used spit.
Montana
(infectious giggles)
Next time, we’re using Crisco.
Braden
I thought you guys didn’t like greasy weenies?
Dakota
Crisco’s epic. It’s not nearly as greasy as I thought.
BRADEN
Kinda sounds to me like you enjoyed sliding your fist on your boy toy. Same as your dad.
DAKOTA
Nothing wrong with a little less friction.
Braden smirks at him, making the jerk-off motion with his hand.
BRADEN
It’s dumb to be doing it dry, especially with Big Bird.
He catches Montana’s nervous blink, about to cry. Dakota’s blush deepens.
Braden
What if Big Bird broke off inside you?
(points at Dakota)
You want to explain to a doctor how a ceramic dick got stuck inside your brother’s butt?
Dakota
Big Bird fell off a shelf when you went ‘round a corner too fast. Tana lost his balance. Ka-pop.
BRAden
(laughs)
Better than he did squats on BIG BIRD and it broke off, I suppose.
Dakota
Sorta true, too. Tana was playing with it, kinda trying the tip just inside. Next thing you know, Big Bird nailed his butt-cherry.
Braden
What’s this butt-cherry thing?
Dakota
Everyone knows the first time you get cornholed, you lose your cherry.
Braden
I don’t think sticking a ceramic weenie up your butt counts for losing your virginity.
Montana
What am I s’posed to use then?
Dakota
A real dick, doofus!
Montana
You said I’m too small for Shay.
Dakota frowns/glowers at his brother. Braden raises an inquisitive eyebrow.
Braden
For once, Kota’s right. You need to turn your pooper into a pussy before Shay has a go. In fact, anything bigger than than Kota, here, you need to real careful.
Dakota
Tana really wants to find out how it feels.
(smiles to himself)
Shay too, fer that matter.
Braden
Meaning Shay hasn’t done you yet.
(smiles as Dakota shakes head)
The best way is for either of you is to start small and work your way up. My advice, you do Tana every day and he’ll want bigger in a week or so.
Dakota
Yeah, right. Like that’s going to happen.
Braden
Once a night, plus your finger in him before and after. Two, as soon as you can fit ‘em in.
Montana
You don’t mind, Uncle Brade?
Braden
Why would I mind? It’s your ass. It’s going to get corn-holed sooner or later. Might as well get started early, same as your dad did.
MONTANA
Will it hurt?
Braden
(hesitates)
Taking a grown-up dick can be a shock. Taking a finger is easy. You want to try one of mine, or Kota’s?
Montana nods at his brother. Dakota licks his index finger, pokes the tip in Montana’s pucker. Saliva-slicked, it slides in past the first joint with no effort at all. Braden’s surprised. He glances at Dakota, back at Montana’s butt. Dakota pushes in all the way. Braden grins.
Braden
I reckon you need the next size up.
Dakota withdraws, grinning as Braden slicks up his finger. He spreads his nephew’s small buttocks, and pokes his fingertip in the pucker.
Braden
Just relax. It’s the same as Kota, just a tad bigger.
Montana tenses, trembles. Little bare buttocks pinch in. He looks apprehensive, bewildered as his body resists.
Braden
You’re doing fine. Relax and it’ll go in.
Montana’s buttocks slowly relax. Braden’s slippery finger penetrates slowly. At the second joint, he pauses. He smiles as Montana clamps on his finger, relaxes again. He pushes deeper. Montana squirms.
Dakota
Motherfucker! His finger’s right up your butt, Tana.
Montana
(groans softly)
I can feel it way up there. Feels nicer than Big Bird.
Braden
For your dad, it was good right from the start. Some boys are like that.
(glances at Dakota)
Your grandpa used to say your dad and I were born for it. It couldn’t happen soon enough for your dad.
Dakota
A real dick feels better than a finger, right?
Braden
Not always. For the same reason not every boy likes corn-holing.
Montana
(giggles nervously)
Uncle Brade, can we try to put yours in me? Please?
Braden gulps. His heart races, as he takes breath after breath. He strokes Montana’s bare butt, staring at the divide, his finger well past the stopping point. He licks his lips.
Dakota
He’s one of those boys who likes it. See!
He points at his brother’s little wrinkled scrotum. His small erection is unwavering.
Braden
It’s a good sign he’ll enjoy something bigger up there... There ain’t nothing I’d like more than to teach you about sex, Tana.
(hesitates, inhales)
You’re just too friggin’ tight.
Dakota
Shay said I make my hole looser by stretching it. That right?
Braden hesitates. Montana grins and holds up Big Bird.
Braden
Yeah, there’s things you can put inside you. Bigger than Big Bird so it’ll stretch the muscle.
Dakota
You mean like a dildo?
Braden is stunned. He takes Big bird and puts it in a cabinet.
Braden
Your dad and I used other stuff.
Dakota
Like what?
Braden
I shouldn’t be talking about this. Forget what I just said. If you guys want to corn-hole, or with your buddies, knock yourselves out. If I did it, I’d be breaking the law. Ten years minimum.
Montana makes a mopey face, bottom lip pushed out.
Dakota
But it’s okay if us kids do it. Who’s going to teach us? Shay?
Braden
It’s not that difficult you need a teacher. Crisco your dick and Kota sits down on it. You’re small enough to fit, and big enough for him to feel good.
Montana
(grins at his brother)
What if I want to try a grown-up dick?
Dakota
Tana’s too small if I want to do it.
Braden
You both need to wait for Shay’s to grow, Meanwhile, you stretch your hole until its bigger.
Montana
I’d rather do it with you.
Braden
Not going to happen. If I tried, you’re so small you could be injured inside.
Dakota
But not if he’s stretched, right?
Montana
Does it hurt, being stretched?
Braden
Not too much, assuming it’s done properly.
Dakota
Why can’t you show us how to do it? We’ll never tell, Uncle B.
Braden reflects. His hand cups Montana’s right buttock, his fingertips press into the crack, lightly stroking. It’s enough to make Montana dreamy. His eyes are half-closed.
Montana
Please?
Braden
Before you guys do anything with a grownup, you need to be a helluva lot looser. If you really want to this, I’ll buy a couple of plugs the next time we pass a sex-shop.
Dakota
What was the other stuff you and Dad used?
Braden
All kinds of things. At first, we used candles. Grampa stopped that
Dakota
Afraid you’d burn down the house, huh?
Braden chuckles.
BEGIN FLASHBACK
Braden (11) and MADISON (8) are naked in the bathtub, soapy and sexed up. They pretend-fuck while naked GRAMPA (40s) films their antics with a VHS video-camera on a tripod.
Grampa holds a wriggly green rubber snake. Braden smirks, positions Madison bent forward and braced against the tiled wall.
Braden parts his brother’s buttocks with one hand and inserts the head of the snake. Grampa masturbates as his youngest son is penetrated.
Four inches in, Madison groans and nearly falls. Braden clasps his middle. He pushes with the other hand. The snake slides in, leaving a green ‘tail’ sticking out.
END FLASHBACK
Braden
As skinny as you two are, you want it to be soft and flexible to start off. Once things loosen up inside you can try harder.
Suddenly, he laughs. He gets up, opens a cupboard, pulls out a storage container of bike parts, inner tubes, brake pads, cables. He takes out two rubber hand-grips.
Braden rips off the packaging. Each grip is smooth black rubber, squishy soft. One end is domed, sealed with a tiny hole. The grip is open at the other end to insert the handlebar.
Braden
(squeezes the handgrip)
It’s squishy, which is good. We want your butt muscle to flex with it inside.
Montana
(looks doubtful)
It’s kinda big.
Braden
Small enough to feel nice; big enough to make an ass pussy. Not too tight, just right.
Dakota is dubious as he takes it between his thumb and index finger. He squeezes.
Dakota
This fits in my ass, seriously?
Braden nods. The grip is 1-1/8” in diameter and 5” long.
Braden
It’s the ideal size for you and Tana, assuming you’re not happy with boys your age.
Dakota closes his hand around it. The grip extends beyond his hand, a stretch for his fingers and thumb to meet. He glances sideways at Braden, down at his bulging crotch to make the obvious comparison.
Dakota
(shyly)
Near the same length as Shay, I guess. Maybe it looks bigger because it’s black, huh?
Braden
Might have something to do with it.
Dakota
Our dad liked black guys…
Montana takes the hand-grip. It’s huge in his small hand. He looks at it, frowns, and passes it to Braden.
MontanA
I don’t know, Kota. Uncle B’s dick is way bigger.
Braden
Look guys, having a big cock doesn’t mean crap. It’s the same taking a big one. Fact is, whatever the size, it’s better if you don’t get too loose.
Dakota
Not too tight, just right, huh?
Braden
Having butt sex, it’s always better if the hole’s a tad tight. Your grandpa knew not to overdo it. Once we were big enough for him, we couldn’t use dildoes.
(holds out the hand-grip)
Wear this for a day, you’ll beg for grownup cock.
DAKOTA
We have to wear them non-stop?
Braden
You don’t have to wear them. If you do, even a couple of hours will make a difference. Once you’re big enough, we’ll put them away.
Montana
Can we try them out now, Uncle Brade?
Braden
Sure, while I look for some cords to tie it in. We don’t want it coming out, or going in too far.
Dakota studies the homemade plug.
Dakota
Black’s cool. Like being corn-holed by a big black dude.
Braden
Knock yourself out. A word of warning; be careful with the real thing.
Dakota
Are they really that big?
BRADEN
Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Mister.
MONtana
Do me first, please.
Braden compares the plug against Montana’s hole. Grinning, naked Dakota scrambles off the bed. He returns with the Crisco tin, minus the lid.
Dakota pokes his finger into the tin and scoops out a big white lump of lard. Braden holds up the dildo with a finger inserted inside the tube as Dakota slathers on Crisco.
The plug is streaked with white lard as Braden places the tip into Montana’s tiny puckered opening, giving a gentle push.
Braden
I really shouldn’t be doing this.
He glances at Dakota hopefully.
Dakota
You want me to shove it up him?
Braden frowns, shakes his head. He sighs loudly.
Braden
I want you guys to promise, not a word to anyone except me, okay?
Dakota
What about Shay?
(sees Braden’s frown)
Okay, I promise. You too, Tana?
Montana
I promise. Will it hurt a lot?
Braden
Stop worrying. Kota’s first, then you.
Without being asked, Dakota gets into position on hands and knees, facing away. Montana kneels beside him. His hands cup his brother’s buttocks and pulls them apart. Dakota’s hole is puckered, darker around the rim, flexing in anticipation.
Braden
There’s no easy way. Doing it slow, you still feel it, and it hurts longer. Doing it fast, the pain’s gone in a minute or so.
Dakota
I’m game. Let’s start with fast.
As Braden places the rounded end of the hand-grip. The target is tiny and very tight. He corkscrews the greasy grip, burrowing slightly into the obviously virginal boy.
Braden
Grampa used to say ‘take a dump.’ He meant push out when it starts to push in. Ready Freddy?
Braden clutches the end of the slippery grip and pushes. Dakota grabs at the sheet. His face contorts, eyes clamp shut. He squirms, hips wriggling, panicking and trying to pull away.
Braden’s other hand is under Dakota, clasping boyhood as he increases the pressure. The greasy hand-grip penetrates about an inch. Dakota whimpers.
Dakota
Hurts, Uncle B.
Braden
We need to get it past your sphincter muscle before we take a break.
Montana
It’s already in pretty far, Kota.
Braden
Pay attention. You’re up next, Tana.
Dakota winces as Braden inserts his finger into the grip and carefully pushes.
Braden
I can feel you squeezing on it. Try to relax, Kota.
(Dakota inhales, groans)
There it goes.
Dakota
Ah...Ah... Hurts... Ow! Is it all in?
BRADEN
All the way, Boyfriend.
Dakota
It feels so big.
MONTANA
Now do me, Uncle B.
Braden lubricates the second hand-grip as Montana assumes the position.
Braden
Soon as I figure out how to tie these in, we’re going for a hike in the woods.
SCENE: MOTORHOME DINETTE – LATER
Dakota and Montana sit across from Braden in the dinette. Two greasy hand-grips lie on a paper towel on the table. Braden fabricates a ‘harness’ from red parachute cord. He makes holes in the end of a hand-grip, inserts pieces of cord and ties knots.
Braden
You’re up, Kota babe. Face down, butt cheeks apart.
Dakota gets up grinning. He bends over the table. He parts his cheeks as Braden dips the hand-grip into the Crisco can. He smears white lard on the shaft and positions it.
Four red cords dangle from the end. The black rubber grip tip covers Dakota’s reddened dilated hole.
Dakota twitches and wriggles as Braden applies pressure. The rounded end of the hand-grip presses in, depressing the hole until the muscle gives way. Dakota grunts, looks over his shoulder.
Dakota
It went in okay, huh?
BRADEN
Just like your daddy. One push and the whole way in.
Montana
It was really fast!
Braden
Easy means he’s already starting to stretch.
With the hand-grip inserted all the way up to the last half-inch, he ties two of the cords around Dakota’s middle. The other two cords dangle under him. He checks the plug with a wriggle, then a tug.
Montana
It won’t fall out now, huh?
Braden
Not if the other two cords are tied to his waist cord.
So tie the fuckers and let’s go hiking.
Braden
It can still come loose tied like that. Your grandpa did it differently. It took a while to get it right, but we could play basketball for an hour and not worry.
Dakota
Do mine like that, then.
Braden
I’m trying to remember how he did it.
He picks up a long piece of cord, loops it under the cords at Dakota’s back, over his shoulders, and down his front.
Braden
He used to tie them to the front of the waist cord.
He makes loops on the waist cord, feeds the ends through cords dangling underneath, makes two trucker-hitches, and tightens the cords. Dakota twitches.
Braden readjusts the cords and tightens the hitches before tying off.
DAKOTA
This is so never coming out.
Braden
You like how it feels, huh?
Dakota
Oh man. It’s way up inside me. The pressure is like epic. I want to walk on tippy toes.
Montana
Now do me, Uncle B.
Braden watches Dakota take a few difficult steps. He looks around uncertainly, uncomfortable, yet distracted by the sensation inside him. He inhales, smiles slightly, and slowly bends over.
Dakota
Oh fu-fudge… It’s… It’s… awesome.
Braden
Maybe it’s too tight.
Dakota shakes his head quickly.
Dakota
It’s good. I just can’t move around so much.
Braden
I think we’ll leave off your shoulder straps until next time, Tana.
SCENE: Ext Trail - Day
The campground is still in sight. A small bridge crosses a babbling brook. Dakota leads Braden and Montana, walking single-file. They pass two men, sitting on a rock ledge. One is bald. The other is bearded and crew-cut.
Montana waves and smiles. The men nod back. The bald man gives a thumbs-up to Braden. When Braden and the boys disappear up the trail, the men are still watching them. They stand and study a map of the trails.
SCENE: Ext Trail – LATER
Towering pine trees block out the sky. In the gloom, a thick carpet of pine needles all but conceal a wandering path. The kids kick away pine needles to leave streaks of a dirt track.
Dakota stops to look at brightly colored fungi on fallen tree trunks, moss on rocks. Braden goes back to see what’s up.
Braden
How’s it going, Boyfriend?
Dakota
Other than something’s stuck up my butt?
(turns and grins)
Now it’s stopped aching, it feels okay.
Braden
(looks around nervously)
Just okay?
DAKOTA
I so want to take it out and put your dick in there.
BRADEN
Me too. I hope your hole feels as nice as your dad’s used to. Some days, we’d do it nonstop...
He stops as Montana comes up. His hand is behind him.
Montana
Mine keeps pushing out.
Braden
You’ve had it in long enough for your first time, guys. You first, Tana.
Montana pushes down his shorts and underpants. He unties his waist cords and bends over, facing away from Braden. The black hand-grip extends beyond his buttocks.
Dakota
I’m keeping mine in a while longer, okay?
BRADEN
Either you take it out, or I do.
With one hand on Montana’s back, Braden takes hold of the loose cords and pulls gently. The hand-grip slowly appears.
Braden
I’m calling you Hot Butt from now on.
Dakota tosses his ‘plug’, the cords wrapped around it. Braden catches the shiny ‘plug’ and wraps in his handkerchief with Montana’s ‘plug.’
SCENE: EXT. FOREST TRAIL - LATER
Distant SHOUTS of two young boys bring a smile to Braden, who is far in the rear.
He crosses a creek, pausing to watch a deer and fawn farther upstream. All of a sudden, he notices... silence.
BRADEN
They’re probably fucking about now.
He cocks his head, a slight frown. He looks around. When he turns back, the deer and fawn have gone.
Braden
Kota? Tana?
He listens, already nervous. The only sound is a whisper of pines in the faint breeze. He calls...
BRADEN
Okay guys, stop playing around.
(louder)
Dakota! Montana!
(shouting)
DAKOTA! MONTANA!
Braden picks up the pace, looking around.
BrADEN
Come on guys, this isn’t funny.
MONTANA! DAKOTA!
He trips on a root, notices how pine needles are messed up from a scuffle. He sees a small red sneaker near a fallen tree trunk. He goes to pick it up. Dakota is jammed under the tree trunk.
With difficulty, Braden drags him out from under the tree trunk. Dakota’s unconscious. His knees and wrists are duct-taped. His shirt is ripped. His jeans and briefs are gathered at his knees.
His mouth and nose are duct-taped. Frantically, Braden yanks off the duct tape. He checks for a pulse. He bends over Dakota, ready to give mouth to mouth. He sees blue lips and begins CPR….
Regretfully, WILDE BOYS ends at this point.
Five episodes later the WILDE BOYS series endes on the classic Hollywood high note; however, what followed Episode Three violates the requirements of the Nifty Archive, specifically:
Story does not involve adults with infants, toddlers, children younger than 9.
Story does not involve kidnapping or blackmail without later consent—the "attacker" and the "victim" both voluntarily enjoying the "scene".
Story does not end with murder or suicide.
Story does not direct readers to other sites for the complete version of the story.
The two young actors who played Montana and Dakota also played Madison and Braden in the flashbacks. Makeup for these scenes was always a ‘hoot.’ When you hear stories about Hollywood abusing young actors, please know that both boys thoroughly enjoyed being in Dark Screen movies, doing several more after Wilde Boys.
A Ganymede script was used for a movie set in Washington DC, with a cameo role by a famous politician playing himself. The young actor spent a week at the politician’s private estate, a welcome interruption to his otherwise hectic shooting schedule.