Christopher Zeischegg - Body to Job

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The following stories were written between 2010 and 2016, and closely resemble
my memoirs. They are also works of fiction.

Set in Dante

epub isbn : 9781947856455

Publishers Cataloging-in-Publication data
Names: Zeischegg, Christopher, author.
Title: Body to job / Christopher Zeischegg, aka Danny Wylde.
Description: First Trade Paperback Original Edition | A Genuine Rare Bird Book | New York, NY; Los Angeles, CA: Rare Bird Books, 2018.
Identifiers: ISBN 9781945572708
Subjects: LCSH Zeischegg, Christopher. | Pornography. | Pornographic film industry. | Sex-oriented businessesUnited StatesEmployeesBiography. | Bisexual menUnited StatesBiography. | Motion picture actors and actressesUnited StatesBiography. | Gay pornographic filmsUnited StatesAnecdotes. | BISAC BIOGRAPHY & AUTOBIOGRAPHY / Personal Memoirs | BIOGRAPHY & AUTOBIOGRAPHY / Entertainment & Performing Arts
Classification: LCC HQ472.U6 .Z45 2018 | DDC 306.70973/0904dc23

To Luka Fisher,

for triple-tapping me with a staple gun, and for everything after

Contents

BEGINNING

Nothing Profound

2005

I was nineteen and living with my friend in a suburb just outside of Santa Cruz, California. We both attended community college and lived off our parents money and savings since high school. Neither of us wanted jobs, but we applied for them anyway. We knew the financial umbilicus was about to be cut.

After a month of unemployment, I attended a seminar on how to sell knives and Tupperware. Even I could tell it was a scam.

Eventually, I succumbed to scanning Craigslist for one-time gigs: something to tide me over. Most of them required prior experience, but I stumbled across an opportunity for a novice like me.

I made a phone call that led me to a loft overlooking Folsom Street in San Francisco. A man greeted me inside. He was tall and blond like me, but older and larger in the gut. He told me that he was an advertising agent. Photography was just a hobby that he did in his spare time.

The man asked about my background: how long Id been a model. I gave him an answer that he couldnt disprove: Ive done some stuff for life drawing classes. If he could tell that I was lying, he didnt show it. Or he didnt care.

Removing my clothes in front of the man was easier than Id thought. He took pictures of me near a window, standing first, and then sitting in various positions. I tried to appear brooding and intense, but when he showed me the pictures, I just looked naked.

The man told me that I was beautiful, a word no one else had used to describe my body. If he was lying, I didnt actually care. It was just the type of flattery I needed to be coaxed into jerking off in front of a complete stranger.

He didnt ask me to come, because it was supposed to be art. But I feltI dont knowspecial, or something. I was only paid fifty dollars, but it was fifty dollars for someone to look at me.

I spent the next month stealing condiments from fast-food restaurants because I still couldnt afford to go shopping. But I also got used to the idea of being naked for money. Or for art. It was just that most of the artists Id come across preferred the look of me with an erection.

By the time I was offered my first porn gig, I almost didnt see the difference. I already had the erection. I just needed to stick it in something.

Or something needed to stick itself in me.

Yeah, I was wondering about that. Should I, like, take a laxative the night before?

No, no, dont do that, said the voice on the other line. Thats about the worst thing you can do. You want to go to your local supermarket and pick up a pack of disposable enemas.

Okay.

Theres a solution in there that acts like a laxative. But you want to dump it out, okay?

Yeah, no problem. I made a mental note.

Fill the enema up with lukewarm water and rinse yourself out three or four times the night before. You can do it again before your shoot.

Three or four times, and again before my shoot, I repeated.

For your wardrobe, were going to need you to bring a few casual outfits. And some collared shirts.

Most of the clothes I own are band shirts and jeans, I said, with some embarrassment.

Bring some options.

Of course.

Youre going to be working with Yasmine Birne. Shes a porn star from LA. Really cute. Youll like her.

Cool, I said, like it was no big deal.

You have the rest of the info, right?

I repeated the address and call time back to her and said goodbye. Then I did a Google search for Yasmine Birne and called my roommate in to look at her pictures. He laughed and told me he couldnt believe I was going through with it.

Monday morning, I drove to the studio in San Francisco. The outside of the structure looked unassuming and blended into the surrounding commercial environment. Inside, I took an elevator to the third floor and walked into a large room, illuminated by computer monitors and the blinking lights of electronic equipment.

The woman at the front desk greeted me with a smile and asked if my name was Daniel. I nodded, even though Daniel wasnt my real name. She told me to sit. Someone else offered me a drink.

I signed several pieces of paper, including a photocopy of my IDs and the negative results of my STD test. Then I was escorted back toward the elevator, which shuttled me to the basement.

We stumbled onto a set where the walls looked bled, or rusted, and the props spare. It was like something that would show up in the Eli Roth movie, Hostel , a few months later.

A woman with an Australian accent introduced herself as Domina. She said that she was the director. A girl stood beside her and struggled to slip into a tight latex nurse outfit. I recognized the girl from the pictures on the Internet. Her tits were out, which made her all the more familiar. She introduced herself as Yasmine and sounded just like Id imagined a Southern California model would: bubbly, youthful, and high-pitched.

You do this a lot? I asked her, even though I knew the answer. She said something that meant yes and then asked the same question back. This is, uh, my first time, I said.

You always put me with the virgins, she said to Domina.

The directors response was snarky, which made me feel even more out of place. It was like we were trading make-out stories in middle school and I had none to share.

You have a piercing in your cock, yeah? asked Domina. I nodded. How do you feel about electricity?

Ive never tried it before.

Domina told me not to worry. I had a safe word if the pain was too much to handle. If I acted like it hurt, she wouldnt turn up the voltage too high. Still, the thought of electricity passing through the glans of my penis was worrisome. But I was a good sport and would try about anything once.