Ian Tyler Erotica
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Modeling Money- Part 2/3
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I was still frozen in the kitchen when Craig walked back in to check on me. He had a sympathetic look on his face, and I assumed that meant that he was going to give me the out and let us finish the shoot as planned.
So naïve.
“Let’s go- the lighting outside is beautiful.”
Grabbing my hand, he started to walk back outside, and I wasn’t able to stand my ground anymore.
His backyard was an oasis, completely silent except for a couple of birds chirping in the forest behind us and the waterfall between his hot tub and pool. I should have been melting at the opportunity, but I couldn’t think of anything beside the fact that my speedo wouldn’t be staying on back here.
I had agreed to get naked in front of a camera for the first time.
“Stand there for a few test shots- I want to see what will be best for Prevanti.”
That company name again- Prevanti. I had never even heard of them before, and some intern was about to open his boss’s email inbox this month to see a folder of photos of me naked. He would stare at my ass, my cock, every detail of my body before forwarding on the message to some other manager. My naked body would be seen by so many unknown people before that day would be done, and I would have no idea when or how it was happening.
“Ryan, you ready?”
NO!
“Always.”
I somehow kept going with the shoot, flexing my muscles and dipping my legs in the pool as I threw my head back as if in ecstasy. This should have been my dream day, but I wasn’t in the moment. Craig instructed me to sit on the stairs leading up to the hot tub, and I did as told.
“Oh wait, your drawstring slipped out.”
Before I could even look down to adjust my borrowed waistband, I felt Craig’s fingers tucking the string back under the fabric. Two of his fingers slipped inside of my speedo, and even though he didn’t linger there, we both knew that he made contact with what I was about to be showing off. I was his for the day, and we both knew that as well.
“Okay, it’s time.”
He held out his hand for the speedo as if I was going to run off with it or fling it into the pool. He stood there as if I had a choice.
There was nothing though left to do except to shimmy my way out of the little shred of fabric that had been protecting what was left of my dignity. I didn’t cover myself or try to turn away from his gaze because there would be nothing I could do to stop his camera from catching everything once he lifted it to his eye.
I was naked- laid out for his enjoyment and everyone at Prevanti.
The next five minutes passed like days, every second ticking on the clock at a glacial pace. As I hit each pose, the camera flash seemed to be in slow motion.
“Go ahead and pull your left leg over for me.”
I was moving through sand as I imagined him staring at my ass. My local gym saw more of me than some of my friends, and I’d been squatting this whole winter for a moment just like this, yet it felt invalid.
My sculpted thighs were taut as I stood there posing, elbow scratching against the bark of the tree I was leaning against.
“Look back for me.”
I’d luckily been facing away from his camera, but I couldn’t hide from the heat of his gaze now. There was a subtle smirk showing below his camera as if he was proud that he’d made me expose myself.
“Turn around for me now; hands on your head.”
I was his plaything, and I obeyed every order that he gave. If he wanted me on all fours, then I’d have to do it. If he wanted me to spread my ass cheeks for his camera, I’d have my arms behind me without hesitation. With that check safely zipped back up in my bag, I was at his every whim.
“Now, place your right hand on your v-line. Yes, just like that!”
My left hand stayed on my head while my other one drifted down inches away from my neatly trimmed pubic hair. Other models said I always needed to manscape and wear clothing without visible logos to castings and photo shoots. Now I saw which piece of advice was more important.
“Okay, let’s get some of you right in front of the doors, and then we’ll head back inside.”
“Yes, sir.”
The second word was out of my mouth without thinking, a holdover of my Southern roots. I was waiting on his response to that, but what he said next was not what I was expecting.
“Damn, it should not be this hot this early in the year- I’m sweating like a pig. Let me get out of this shirt before I drown.”
Laying his camera on the small table between the two loungers, he began pulling open buttons, revealing tanned skin and chest hair. He wasn’t as fit as the models he shot, but there was a confidence that poured off of him as he pulled his shirt over his shoulder and threw it onto the chair behind him as he grabbed his camera.
“Okay, let’s get some final shots in this lighting.”
That’s when I realized what he’d done. It was all on purpose.
Right before his camera covered his face, I saw that smirk again. As he rubbed sweat off his chest before aiming his camera, he was putting the final aspect of his scheme together. Because he knew what he would do to me- he knew that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from firming up. I was getting hard, and neither of us acknowledged it.
As he kept taking photos, my dick began to point higher and higher as sweat poured down my own body now. We stayed silent except for that damn waterfall behind us, and as much as I tried to focus on it or anything else, I couldn’t stop being painfully erect. I was now completely exposed for Craig, and he kept taking photos even though we both knew that these were unusable for that damn cologne ad.
These were just for him, and I didn’t stop him.
Finally, he got his fill, and he lowered his camera. His jeans had started to sag enough to reveal that he was wearing the same underwear that I currently had on, but he just pulled them back up his waist instead of joining me.
“Let me head inside for the last shoot, and I’ll get us some more lemonade.”
And that was that. Now outside naked, I didn’t know if I should grab that speedo or his shirt to cover up, but I did neither. I just looked at my reflection in the doors leading inside and wondered how I’d gotten here.
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Joseph
He has a fucking sweet ass
