Photoshoot (MM/M)
Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2020 8:08 pm
When they first offered Fernando money for taking his pictures, he refused. College stud was in great shape from all the wrestling he did but he was well enough with his scholarship. After men in suits stopped visiting him, Fernando thought this was it.
He couldn't be more wrong.
He was taken from the locker room, sweaty and tired from all the practice. When he woke up, he found himself perched on a weird stool, a leather rod stuck between his pink lips. Both his ankles and wrists were cuffed behind him and he couldn't even move his head. Worse, young wrestler's toned chest was practically bursting from the low neckline of his skimpy singlet and it was so short that it might as well be a pair of boxer briefs with how it exposed his muscular tights. His pert nips were pushing against the bright lycra. Not to mention it did nothing to hide his erection.
Wait, erection? Huh, maybe he was into this more than he thought.
Fernando noticed that he was in some sort of studio and two men were talking between each other while a camera was rolling between them.
"Look at this beefcake. Groomed hair, piercing, tattoos, waxed from the neck down... I know the type. Some jocks just do sports to be noticed by older men."
"Well, he succeeded in getting my attention. I was this close to busting a nut when we carried him from the car."
"Yeah, he's a good one. What do you say, shall we try him out after the filming?"
"Why the hell not, it's Friday. We have a whole weekend with him before we have to bring him back. Are you up for it, jock boy?"
Without noticing, Fernando found himself nodding to the two handsome men in their thirties.
Fernando discovered a lot about himself that weekend. When he woke up in his room Monday, tired and sweaty for different reasons, he saw a pair of phone numbers written with a magic marker on one of his pecs, along with some bills taped to the other. Smiling, he thought maybe he could use a different kind of wrestling once in a while.
THE END