Disney Porn

Fred was delighted to have his first porn audition.

"You need a USP" his agent said, confusing simple Fred.

"A unique selling point," she explained. "Think up a character, an angle, make it marketable!"

She laughed when Fred said he’d go to a fancy dress shop for inspiration. Clothes aren’t many people's first thought when it came to naughty videos.

Fred searched the racks until he came across a blue sailor suit. Inspired, he rushed to the counter and bartered. He only wanted the sailor hat and shirt. No trousers.

The woman insisted the trousers were part of the outfit and items could not be sold separately. He was too excited to argue and paid the full price.

At the audition, Fred posed in his bottomless outfit. A blue sailor hat and shirt.

Donald Fuck was born.

Fred, er… I mean Donald, was an instant success. The Disney Corporation almost immediately sent cease-and-desist orders.

He ignored Walt’s lawyers and they let it lie until Donald won ‘Best New Cummer’ at a prestigious award ceremony.

Disney then threatened to sue him but Donald’s lawyer explained a family company like that wouldn’t want to give him any more exposure.

Donald forgot his legal worries until the phone started making a clicking sound. Soon after men in suits started showing up and making notes, keeping an eye. A black car was parked outside his home but it was probably always there. Right?

Never good at taking a hint Donald still went to work the day after a suspicious gas leak took his new home.

Although speeding he didn’t intend to skip the traffic lights. Nor drive off the pier.

Donald Fuck was DEAD.

Some say it was suicide, the pressures of fame. Others say the brakes were always dodgy. Some suggest the brakes were cut.