I'm not all that turned on by Johnny, but I am turned on by rape, b & d and torture videos. Some thoughts:
Domination and submission--and, at its farther reaches, rape--has been a common theme in our culture, and, I assume, in most other cultures as well.
The gods of antiquity are forever seeking to ravish young women or the occasional boy. By some accounts Hercules first took Hylas, his greatest love, forcibly.
Among Michelangelo's greatest sculptures are the erotic, bound Slaves, and churches and museums are filled with representations of the nearly naked, bound Saint Sebastian, prized not for his holiness but his beauty.
I suspect that to be human is--for many of us, at least--to entertain thoughts of raping or being raped, and of varieties of bondage and punishment.
Isn't there a whole genre of popular romance novels known as "bodice rippers"? I believe there's an episode in the wildly popular cable series "Outlander" in which the handsome, muscled male romantic lead is flogged by his nemesis, and another in which he is bound and raped--to the delight, I assume, of its largely female audience.
I lost my anal virginity when I was hired to play a high school swimmer raped by his coach. It was the beginning of many forced and brutal fucks, and a few gang-rapes. One thing I was told: it's supposed to hurt. One thing I learned: there's an area where pain and pleasure meet.
The first time my (now) partner fucked me was after he pinned me wrestling. He appeared to spontaneously do so, as if my ass were his prize. He had never kissed a guy, let alone fucked one, and when he finally fucked me he was as brutal and aggressive as I'd hoped he would be.
The one time I actually was raped--by a guy bigger and more muscular than I am--I hated it and left angry. A few days later I began to think it was hot, and hoped he would do it again, but it never happened.
I'd venture that--beyond the money--Johnny himself gets off on being brutalized and forcibly fucked. Don't worry about him.
Enjoy yourself.
