It started in real life
I remember it like it was 69 seconds ago...
I was on set at my very first photoshoot. I was a bit nervous but excited.
A photographer found me online and insisted we shoot right away. He offered me an insane amount of money just to flash me with his camera. So I said yes of course.
When I arrived he was professional looking. In fact he didn’t look much like a photographer- more like a CEO of some major company. He was kind of hot in a geeky sort of way.
"H-hey there Fred." he said as he looked at me like a full course meal. "I’m Simon, it’s so nice to meet you."
"Same here." I said as I extended my member to shake his hand.
He held on to it longer than usual as he sexualized me with his eyes…I could tell my total package was making him weak.
"Your muscles look even more chiseled than your photos. They are almost God-like."
I’d spent countless hours in the gym making sure my abs, glutes, triceps and biceps etc were picture perfect.
So It felt right to have that recognized.
But he wanted to do more than just recognize them…He spent another 30 minutes or so perfecting the lighting.
"We are almost ready to shoot. I just need to... lube- I mean oil you down first."
Before I knew it he was rubbing warm- coconut smelling oil all over my 9 pack abs. He was caressing my body as if each muscle was casting a spell on him. He was in a full blown trance. All of a sudden the impulse to manipulate his altered state came over me. I felt like I could easily control him. It only took him 5 seconds more to confirm it.
"You deserve to be worshiped like a God"
"So do it then."
"Do what?" He asked.
"Worship me like a God."
He gave me an exposed yet relieved look.
"Yes, Muscle Master" He panted.
Muscle Master...that had a ring to it...
"Now, on your fucking knees." I said firmly without raising my voice. I never had to. My slaves know I mean business without all the screaming and yelling.
"Yes, Muscle Master. " He said. He got on his knees and started to kiss my calf muscles.
I smiled a naughty victorious smile. I knew I had him by his tiny little balls.
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"This is why you paid me so much to be here isn’t it?" I asked as he licked my quads like they were lollipops. "You wanted to be used didnt you?"
He came up for air.
"Yes, Master. At first I just wanted to take pictures of you to worship. But when I saw you I needed to worship you in real time. Can I please be your bitch Fred. Please?"
"That depends. Let’s see what else you’re good at licking…"
From then on we saw each other several times a week and those big pay days keep on coming. He was a complete addict just like I wanted him to be. I took every opportunity to mind fuck him deeper...to make him weaker and weaker...I have so many stories about our adventures...
I even made him my fluffer before I went out on dates with girls. He was my boybitch.
What will yours be? You need a bull to bang your wife out? A buff stud to train you into the true homo you are? Are you looking for a true boyfriend experience with a twist? There is only one option for you… Call me right now
Give me a call
