Returning home from the adult erotic shop, I can't help but relive all that attention and even the uninvited hands that groped my ass. As I relive this scene in my mind, I realize how many men touched me at some point or another, albeit it more subtly as they squeeze past me when I was at the mirror. In hindsight I realize maybe I was so caught up in the moment i may not quite have noticed their hand on my back, or side, or hip, chest, or even when they placed their hand more subtly on the top of my ass saying "excuse me" as they passed. It suddenly strikes me that in my heightened sense of being made to show off, the little polite gestures we all do in public as we pass by strangers was likely intentional by those many men as a way to grope me a little. My acceptance of that probably caused the men that were less subtle to think I wanted to be groped. I'm embarrassed to have been groped and to be the one acting in a way in front of these gay men that they would of course interpret I am enjoying the eroticism and if others groped me subtly that they could grope me more overtly. I can't help but jerk off at being shown off and seen as a sex object, even while a bit embarrassed it was all for gay men, and a bit humiliated knowing up to a dozen random gay guys groped some part of me. Now matter how close I get to cumming, I don't let myself, I want to make sure I can be the best model I can be. I wake up still horny and hard and anxious while also hesitant about the posing session today. I yearn to have that experience of being stripped and made to be an erotic object again, yet still wish it was for two women instead of two men. Though I realize too, there is something about the taboo of this happening at the direction of two men that in some odd way heightens the experience, having to follow their directions but not wanting to. As I relive the posing session, being slowly stripped, being in their hands posing me, the humiliation of following their directions as I am hard in Brandon's hand as Brian tells me to spread my legs and begins slapping my balls to make me look less like `a oversexed horny hard straight slut' I resolve not to go, too humiliating taking directions like that and even more so getting throbbing hard in the process. I can't go do that again.
I go the the gym and workout hard trying to get this ridiculous situation out of my mind. As I'm walking through the locker room back from the shower, I notice men I've never noticed checking me out before, doing so without shyness and for a minute I worry they saw me at the store. But I realize I've never been fully waxed everywhere before and maybe they noticed that change. Ugh I realize I enjoy knowing I'm being looked at. My most `straight guy' spot to go now suddenly also seems to somehow have me being on display for men. I dress quickly and go to drive home.
Arriving I pull up and park and get out of the car and realize I've already stripped to just the jock strap, collar and posing strap and almost as if I'm sleep walking I find myself crossing the busy WEHO street nearly nude event though it's midday and there are people within sight. I snap myself awake as I'm entering their gate shocked at myself for being here, more so because I put the jock strap on at the gym even though men were around and with shorts and a tshirt I left. In some odd semi conscious state driven by my urge more than my awareness I realize I arrived and didn't recall if the rules said to strip then go the the patio or park and strip before coming to the patio. My urge drive me to be safe and strip to just the jock strap and cross the road regardless of who sees me to play it safe, despite my inner voice of reason saying no no don't do that, wake up, go home.
I walk through the gate as if watching myself from afar in a movie again, screaming from the audience no not that way, turn around! I walk around the side and know I am in clear view of several properties in this tight upscale urban area.
As I reach the patio i see a pad on the ground in the center of the patio with a blindfold on it. Out of politeness I don't stand on the pad but thinking I need to stand in the center of the patio I stand behind the pad but understand I should put on the blindfold and I wait. I hear voices nearby from beyond the fences and I'm both terrified because I have the blindfold on and very thankful I do so I can't see if anyone sees me. Though this is obviously truly exhibitionism I'm too nervous about how public this is, much more so than enjoying it.
After 10 minutes I hear the door open and foot steps of more than one person and then feel hands running over my chest and shoulders and abs somehow seemingly to see if I'm waxed smooth enough, and a second set running over my shoulders back and then onto my ass. I realize then hat I've accepted being in this position for these two men again and I realize I'm a bit thrilled to be allowed to be shown off. But too part of me feels humiliated at how nude I am and their hands in my ass.... and oh wow now pulling the jock out and checking for the posing strap... I know they only see this as simply a professional situation as if I am a mountain off in the distance they are replicating... but their hands are still on very erotic areas of me at their whim as needed to elicit the art they wish.
The hands in front slide to my hips and without asking, pull the jock strap to my knees. I feel the hands then without asking adjusting the posing strap tighter. I'm amazed at the relaxed way they take my cock and adjust me as needed as if I am a ball of clay they form as they wish and the clay is their for their purposes only. The hands return the jock strap to its position. I feel the hands behind me guiding me to kneel in the pad and then further onto my hands and knees. Those hands form my back to have a bit of a dipped arch like a yoga pose. Then I hear the footsteps walk off. Im a bit shocked I thought they'd bring me in but I guess I'm supposed to stay like this. Maybe this was how I was supposed to pose when I arrived and I forgot. I feel so bad for not following the directions correctly I'll try harder. The nearby voices are making me so nervous they can see me here though too!
After 5 minutes the door opens again and I hear footsteps then hands on my back my arms. I'm actually shocked as I feel something firm slap my ass hard and i yelp a little. Followed by a hand the two gently running the skin. Then another firm strike on my ass and I'm wondering if they're using a something like I saw in the store that looked like a paddle, followed by hands on my ass gently again, and somehow I get the odd sensation I felt more that two or even more than 3 different left or right hands which confuses me but im not sure if I was just imagining that. I'm super nervous being on display and very exposed in this patio. I saw several balconies of several condos around and know that means they can also see me! And the loud smack of what I am guessing was leather on my ass might be heard and even make some look to see where that came from. Hands then gesture for me to spread my legs and I comply but a bit surprised this sort of inspection to see if I'm waxed and will follow directions was unexpected. A hand then reaches between my legs and grabs my balls and tugs lightly then my cock which I'm realizing is already embarrassingly hard. The footsteps walk away and now I'm wanting to beg them to bring me inside and out of view of any who happen to look outside.
Maybe 10 more minutes pass as I do not dare to move. Im still on my hands and knees with my legs spread apart as last directed and with the downward arch in my back which leave my ass embarrassingly upward for anyone glancing my way. I'm very nervous being outside and so exposed, more than the thrill of it too. The door opens and this time I hear Brian and Brandon talking, "already hard? Really?" "Yes". "Well I guess if he wants to look like a slut let's have him look like a slut...".
The footsteps approach me.
"Welcome back Lee. You followed directions well"
"Thank you Brandon"
"Thank you what Lee? Out of respect to your elders what do you say?"
I'm a bit confused so I guess "thank you Sir"
"That's better Lee. We decided to give you one more chance at modeling for us. Since the traditional beginner model technique, binding of your hands seemed to help during your last posing, we have decided to incorporate another common technique to train models to be compliant and better follow the artists whims"
I feel a hand toying with something at the collar wrapping my neck and hear a click and then a light tug and realize humiliatingly I am on a leash! Wow I must be doing this poorly despite trying so hard that I need to be literally guided?!
"Would you like to request to please be allowed inside to pose for us Lee? Or should we leave you out here in this position for a while longer?"
My mind is so conflicted! Wanting to pose but not expecting being on a leash which snaps me back to the actual position I'm in, and nervous if this is where it starts where it will lead. Not knowing if this is how models are trained and some of it making sense but yea thinking if I'm being manipulated a bit. But urges, wanting to be shown off and displayed like a sexualized object, and desperately not wanting to remain basically nude outside in view of many.
The desperation to be moved inside wins, I reply quietly without full contemplation
"Please may I be allowed to pose for you Sir".
"Yes Lee, so long as you try better than last time to be compliant, which is why you're in a leash, this technique is to help train you to be a compliant model, to help you be more pliable for your Artists and their assistants."
As I'm following them on hands and knees into the house Brian says "we've learned you already look slutty again, and we did some research for what scene might work for a straight man who inexplicably looks like a slut when nude for gay men."
An awkward pause so I feel I should reply
"Yes Sir thank you Sir"
Brian continues "we were hoping exposing you to men in the store would help you become more accustomed to being shown and reduce how turned on gets you. But I was surprised to see how hard you got in front of all those gay men, even when they were copping brief groped of you as they walked by."
I blush realizing he's right and it's not a very straight response.
"Do you like to be shown off to gay men knowing they want to fuck you?"
I reply "I don't... not really"
Brandon chimes in "your cock disagrees"
Blushing again "I'm confused about it myself. Not wanting to be shown for them, but being made to, weirdly exponentially multiplies how naked I feel, like I'm a sexualized object for their enjoyment, and though I'm not attracted to them at all, but the attention is flattering and being so much more naked when not wanting to be oddly makes me feel sexy."
Brandon notes "You've been thinking about this, good."
The leash's leads me slowly as I hear a couple of doors open and I'm moved through a few rooms until we stop and I assume we are in the studio.
Brandon directs "Stand up Lee, hands behind your lower back" and I do gladly with my knees sore from that journey. I feel something slid onto one wrist then the other. "These will help you maintain your form, and besides it makes your chest shape itself nicely for us". As I feel hands run over my chest, pausing to play with my nipples. I had forgotten that they spoke of needing to keep my nipples hard for their art and I blush at the touch and how quickly my nipples react. Wincing as I feel them being pinched and pulled, which only makes them get even harder.
Other hands are sliding over my back and ass, groping and cupping it, followed by a bit of slapping. The hands on my chest slowly slide over my abs presumably painting my form in the mind for their coming sketching, and continue down pulling the jock strap away from my body and down below my throbbing hard cock.
Brandon begins adjusting the posing straps saying "Good he's wearing the posing strap". To which Brain replies "good job Lee. I'm still amazed at how casually they handle my cock and my ass without asking. I've learned this is just part of how artists visualize. But I cannot help but be embarrassed deeply knowing my cock is being handled by one man, humiliatingly throbbing in his hand, as his husband handles my ass. Brians hands slide off my ass and between my legs from behind, gesturing me to spread them. I comply as quickly as I can while trying also not to disturb Brandon handling and adjusting my cock and posing strap. The hands gesture me to spread further and I comply.
"Throbbing hard again, let's try the technique Erin suggested, even though it didn't work last time."
I feel a sudden slap on my balls. Immediately realizing it's not a hand I wonder if this might be one of the other leather things I saw in the store, that looks like what jockeys use to get their horses to go. The slapping happens several more times as my nipples are also pinched and pulled simultaneously. I'm incredibly embarrassed as I feel my cock expand again to the now loosened larger size of the posing strap. Confused why this technique doesn't work on me and feeling truly like a slut for looking like one.
"He is dripping precum now, try the other technique Erin suggested, that should make a straight boy lose his erection." I feel his finger trip trace across my cock head, unexpectedly sliding into my slightly open lips, depositing my own precum in my mouth. As my nipples are being toyed with and my balls are being slapped, now by Brandon with the leather thing, I feel a hand sliding over my ass and await a spanking, but I gasp as I feel a finger sliding between my cheeks and toying with my hole. They might be right, this embarrassment begins to make me focus on the humiliating sight I must be! I can definitely see rimming my hole with his finger making me lose my hard on. Then I feel a tongue on my hole and I'm dying of embarrassment knowing a man is truly rimming me, feeling his scruff between my cheeks. One ex girlfriend liked doing this and it was embarrassingly good feeling, but I'm learning her skills were paltry, and humiliatingly this tongue knows what it's doing. My humiliation is balanced, if not bested by the sensation, and I fail to hide a sound of pleasure from escaping.
Im relieved as the mouth moves away from teasing my hole, even though the finger returns. At least knowing this will make me lose my erection. But to my horror, suddenly I realize the finger is not just rimming my hole but with the spit as lube it's sliding into me. As it penetrates I'm wishing the tongue was still rimming me to be less humiliating. I gasp a bit as the finger slowly moves further and further inside and am shocked when a little spark of pleasure makes me moan slightly. This goes on for several more minutes with the two men using Erin's technique pulling and pinching my nipples, slapping my balls with a riding crop, spanking my ass and sliding a finger fully into me as I'm dying of humiliation. I'm cursing Erin loudly in my mind, but keep it to myself, trying to be a good model and begging myself to lose my erection, without the slightest bit of luck. If anything I'm harder now. I feel the jock slide back up to my hips.
"Well we tried, but I guess he wants to look like a slut, so we'll pose him that way, very unexpected from a straight model"
I hear shuffling and then feel the mask moved from my eyes. As my eyes adjust I take in the surroundings and quickly know I'm not in the art studio.
"We tried to set the scene for erotic inspired posing, largely in R rated poses, instead of sexualized poses you are causing us to have to do. We wanted a straight man for this series assuming he wouldn't get turned on. Since you cannot control your erections... or maybe want to force us to see you in an aroused state, we have no choice but to make the Work match your posing. We may still need to try techniques... maybe even more advanced, to get you to be less aroused as we need. Hopefully over time you will learn to control your arousal."
"Eyes forward model.". Brandon continues "until you learn to control you arousal and stop making the sessions sexualized, we will be using this room and will use techniques available to train your cock to comply. It's up to you when... well if and when ... we move back to the traditional art studio, just control your arousal Lee, should be easy for a straight boy in this situation".
I blush, realizing I'm the one causing the situation to be beyond erotic, making the situation sexualized by not being able to control myself. I blush again being reminded I'm the one responsible for the humiliating techniques needing to be applied. I resolve to myself silently to lose my hard on so they're not forced to try `more advanced' techniques.
As I look forward seeing Brandon and Brian, I also see part of the room in front of me, I see many items on shelves, hooks, in cases, even some furnishing with leather straps. There are many of the items I saw in the adult store. I blush as I see leather paddles, the leather things that look like riding crops, a bar with some sort of cuffs on each end, large metal hooks with one, two, and three balls of various sizes, many other items I don't know. Most humiliatingly I do recognize a wide range of dildos of all shapes and sizes and colors. Some embarrassingly realistic even with veins, from what seems normal size, to others so large I'd be shocked a real man could have, if it weren't for having seen some shockingly huge real cocks probably 12 inches or more lucky enough to be fucking some perfect Goddess porn star.
Inexplicably I find myself replying
"Thank You Sir for helping to train me be a better model"
Brandon shifts the blindfold back over my eyes.
"It's a joint effort Lee" Brian replies from somewhere in front of me, exactly where I can't tell due to the blindfold.
Brandon suggests "widen your stance Lee and flex your chest lightly"
I comply and hold this pose for 10 minutes until I hear Brandon and Brian talking then I hear "well done Lee. You are looking great, hot truly. You look like you've been working out, you look more firm"
"Thank You Sir" I say to Brandon
"We're acquainted with the front of you, it's time for a few poses for us to know you from the rear. Turn around Lee". I spin guessing when I'm facing directly away from them. " A bit too far... there, yes, right there"
Brian chimes in "hands behind his head?" And immediately I feel my hands briefly freed from the leather restraints at my lower back, repositioned and restrained up behind my head. "Good, spread his legs" Brandon chimes in, and hands slide down my back, over my ass giving me goosebumps at the light touch, then sliding between my thighs and urging my legs apart until the hands seem to gesture approval. "Bend foward slightly" Brian suggests and as I am doing so the hands slide back up over my ass gently along my sides, one onto my chest, the other on my upper back, fine tuning my position. "Hips back a little arching his ass up, heighten those nipples" Brandon directs. And the hands slowly slide down my back and chest, briefly pausing to pinch a nipple that makes me wince and continues sliding onto my cock over the fabric but gripping it likes it's a handle, while the other slides down to my lower back and adjustments are made, leaving my back slightly arched. It's hard not to picture all those women i've jerked off to many times, in a similar pose and understand they may have had their artists handle them the same way to get the poses just right, with their asses perched so perfectly.
"Good, adjust his ass cheeks and then let's add a little rouge to help make that ass have a little color" Brandon directs. I feel hands manipulating my ass cheeks which is very embarrassing knowing one of them is seeing my hole as the other adjusts my cheeks. Unexpectedly my ass feels the sharp pain again, several times on each cheek, and I cannot help but to let out a gasp from the surprise, and a wince from the sting.
"Perfect" Brandon applauds
Silence. I stand posed as perfectly as I can, trying desperately to maintain the pose as they sculpted me to be. It's difficult not to feel the sting on my bare skin where the paddle struck me. I'm in awe knowing models must experience this level of manipulation every day,
seamlessly without pause, to achieve the stunning photos they inspire. Nonetheless, still being an amateur I'm still very embarrassed two gay men are sculpting my straight ass to their whims and needs. I shake off the thought remembering, for them, I could be a vase of flowers, and I should be thankful for them being so patient with me. If this is what it takes to get experience, and hopefully to satisfy my urges and be able to earn the right to model erotically for the artists I hope to, I guess this is what it takes.
The pose lasts 10 minutes and I begin to have trouble holding this position and they must notice.
"Hold his leash to guide him to keep his position, we need 5 more minutes" and I feel the leash lifted to help guide where my upper body should be. The statement strikes me oddly we need 5 more minutes' and recognition rushes to me that the we' is Brandon and Brian, and that means someone else is holding the leash! I blush deeply as I realize that all those adjustments that happened so quickly following Brandon or Brian directing them were not being made by the either of them, and realize another person has now had their hands all over my body.
"Lee, try a bit harder, concentrate on what the leash is telling you to do and obey that" Brian directs
I was making progress calming my cock, and slowly shifted to a semi hard state over the 10 minutes holding the difficult pose. I was hoping I might point this out to them at the end of the pose, to show them I'm controlling my arousal and hope to move back to the traditional art studio.
Sheer humiliation floods me as I realize my enjoyment of being shown off to another new mystery person has immediately gotten me throbbing hard again. I can't help but hope their assistant is a hot young female artist, even while simultaneously worried it may be another gay man who has now sculpted me to the form they wish using my cock as their handle without a single hesitation or asking for permission. And now I'm shocked at myself being turned on that some new random person is controlling the leash I'm tethered to, as I find myself obeying it's guiding tugs.
"Not bad Lee, not good either but that is a difficult pose to hold. Maybe we should start with an easier one to maintain your position. Let's put him on his knees on the wedge with his hands behind his lower back again and his chest down". I hear shuffling as I feel hands briefly release my arms from behind my head and shifting them to my sides, briefly massaging them which feels great after having my hands at my head for so long. The hands guide me to my knees and then the sound of something set on the ground in front of me as the hands guid me from my knees gently forward so I don't fall harshly with my hands restrained. My mind races as I realize there must be at least two assistants, one guiding me and another moving the `wedge'. My thrill is increasing in parallel with my embarrassment, not knowing who they are, or if both have handled me.
Oddly it's relatively comfortable laying chest down on some inclined padded `wedge' they called it. Though still awkward with my ass so prominently displayed for the two artists and their assistants.
After a minute or two "hold his leash.... spread his legs" calls Brandon and the leash is lifted and other hands immediately pull my legs apart.
"Arch your back upward Lee, like a porn star, make your impressively hot straight ass `smile for the camera' so to speak. They all Laugh, as I blush deeply yet again, a little afraid maybe I am being photographed.
"Pull the blindfold up above one eye so he understands his pose and how slutty and fuckable he looks. Lee turn your head to the side". The light rushes into my left eye as I turn my head.
As my eyes adjust to the light I see one embarrassingly shirtless chiseled muscular man in front of me holding the leash. I get glimpses of the second also shirtless and embarrassingly even more sculpted man waiting Brian and Brandon's directions behind me.
"Lee arch your back more, we want that ass to make us want to fuck your virgin straight ass". Im not sure how It's possible as I blush even more deeply at having to try to make them want to fuck me, but I do. I try my best at arching my ass upward as my legs spread further a bit and they return to sketching for a few minutes.
"Well done Lee, looking enticing like your begging all of us to take turns fucking that surprisingly hot straight ass. Hard to say you haven't made all of us imagine hearing you moan as we fuck you and cum all over that very spankable ass. Speaking of spank that ass please. Careful Lee, if you do too well looking seductively slutty, one of us might get hard". Immediately I am being spanked by one of the chiseled assistants. The sketching continues for a few minutes and it is hard to keep my ass arched as seductively as they directed.
"He needs guidance, maybe needs to strengthen his back to hold poses longer. Shall we help guide his position?" Brian suggests to Brandon who replies "yes disappointing he can't form this correctly, it's pretty easy and he was doing so well. And we've barely started the sketching on this long pose, no choice really."
Brandon looking beyond me, I assume to the assistant behind me, points and tells them to "grab that training hook over there, no the triple... yes that's the one... and another leash to offer guidance. Both of you get to your G's. Good ok let's get that hook placed, we're losing valuable time."
I see the second assistant move into view and then feel his hands spreading my ass. I'm a bit surprised and confused when I feel something really cold between my cheeks and then realize it's a liquid running through my ass clevage. I gasp as I feel the unmistakable cold of metal press directly onto my hole and begin pressing and moving in circles. Pressure added and released as I feel my hole spread open slowly over a several minutes, slowly going deeper into me with each movement, and the sensations are humiliating to feel. Never having experienced anything like this before, Unexpectedly i feel the orb like object spreading my hole open and feel it's edges and then suddenly it penetrates me, causing me to gasp and causing an unexpected spike of pleasure as it enters me. The ball is now inside me and I feel my hole has contracted at the back side of the ball, where the metal beyond the ball is thinner, and I feel the larger also rounded bottom. I'm breathing heavily from the time it took for the hook to be inserted.
"Stand where Lee can see you and guide his ass upward to train him. Lee eyes up to your guide as if you are begging for his approval and guidance"
The second assistant steps in front of me. I obey and look upward toward him as I see his arm move away and upward and feel the ball tug my ass and sensations unknown to me before. Simultaneously i notice both of these assistants are now wearing only gstrings, and both are embarrassingly fit! Being required to try to lock my eyes to his, it's hard not to notice the pouch barely above my face, barely if even full, containing his also embarrassingly large cock.
Silence as I hear only the sounds of Brian and Brandon sketching. After a couple of minutes Brian suggests "add more lubricant to make the metal less harsh on his tight little cheeks, we have many hours to go afterall."
Brandon suggests "And, rather than holding the leash up and back try down and back closer the line of Lee's form as Erin showed us is useful for training Lee to arch his ass properly for us. Try harder Lee so he doesn't have to pull harder."
I feel running between my cheeks and can tell from the sensation the assistant squirted the liquid onto the metal training hook as I feel it spreading outward from the cold metal hook onto the lips of my hole. The cold makes me shiver slightly and I feel goose bumps form. The assistant crouches in front of me leaving his pouch right in front of my face and I can see his cock is too large to fully fit. I blush being so close to his exposed cock head.
I begin saying `yes sir I'll try', and make it to just "Yes..." as the muscled assistant pulls firmly on the leash, and the large round bottom of the metal hook reacts, spreading my hole under the force. I moan a bit unexpectedly, shocked at the sensations feeling quite good. I try to arch my ass as directed to show I'm learning, and though embarrassingly enjoying the sensations, also hoping the humiliation of having a metal hook in my ass can end soon. But the "Yes" followed by the moan must have seemed I was approving of the toying with the hook in my ass, and maybe even begging for more.
"Better Lee, interesting you like that. Moaning like such a slut, that should make it easier to look erotic, arch that ass for us like a good little slut". Brian compliments
Brandon corrects the assistant "try pulling firmly until he forms the arch and release when his ass is correctly arched so he learns the correct position of his ass and learns to hold it himself. If he moves from the correct pose repeat the pull to pose and release".
I feel him loosen the tension and I hold the position, and I'm relieved to have the rounded bottom of the metal hook stop spreading my hole open.
"Pull"
I feel the rounded bottom firmly pull to me spreading me open, it almost seems as if it's wider or opening me more, I blush as I picture my hole parting in response to their efforts. I arch more trying to do as required
"Release"
I try to hold my position but after just seconds
"Pull more firmly this time" he does and I let out a moan as I see more of the cock in front of me emerging from the tiny pouch.
His arm flexes as he pulls harder, and I let out another humiliatingly deep moan. For 15 seconds I feel this pressure slowly part my hole, opening me wider than I imagined possible feeling the bottom of this training hook. I wince at the pain like a muscle being stretched, and try not to feel the unexpected pleasure.
"Release" I hold the arch as long as I can but learn I've failed to arch my ass as they need
"Hmm let's try another technique, pull for a few seconds then release, and pull immediately to teach him to hold the arch"
Immediately he does and I feel my hole opening yet wider each time he releases then pulls quickly. I'm wincing due to the stretch, and gasping with pleasure each time he pulls and realize my hole opening and spreading in response to the repetition. I can't stop the sparks of pleasure and feel ashamed at the sensations, and also knowing my hole being spread like lips around a lollipop in front of at least 4 men.
I'm gasping a bit out of breath from having tried to hold this arch for the last 15 minutes and in reaction to all the toying and sensations from being penetrated by them.
"Lee try harder, are you giving up on us?" Brandon asks
Embarrassed I'm not doing well I quickly reply "No Sir"
"Do you feel you are learning and wish to continue?
"Yes Sir"
"Ask our assistant to please continue training you and thank him since he's working so hard.... And oh... I see also because you've obviously made him hard. Show Lee how you think he's doing."
"Lee thank him for the compliment and for allowing you to view his gorgeous hard cock up close. You may ask to see it more closely if you wish, seeing how hard you are Lee" as I feel a hand grip my embarrassingly still throbbing hard cock.
The assistant uses on hand to slide the pouch below his balls leaving his hard cock 12 inches from my face. I blush deeply as I know unmistakably it's large, even though this is the first hard cock I've ever seen in person.
"Please continue training me Sir and thank you for working so hard and allowing me to see your gorgeous hard cock". I have no desire to see his cock any closer and feel humiliated having to say this but thankful he didn't require me to ask to see it closer.
"Faster and firmer unless he asks to see your cock closer"
I hear Brian tell the other assistant to add more lubricant to keep my cheeks from pinching and feel more liquid
And the tension immediately increases and I feel the stretch and pleasure as the cold liquid is simultaneously applied to the training hook giving me more goosebumps
As the liquid applies and the tension pulls very firmly and releases them more firmly and releases, I know my hole is opening even more and I'm gasping now from the sensations fighting desperately to keep my ass arched, but now I can tell I'm failing and need a break.
Each time the tension releases, my ass lowers just as the tension increases humiliatingly making my hole spread further and further. After several minutes of this I'm gasping and moaning and cannot hide the sounds and pleasure. Suddenly I feel the bottom of the hook open me up impossibly wide, and feel my hole sliding around what I realize now are the edges of a second ball and as it penetrates me I feel a nearly orgasmic pleasure and moan and gasp for a minute straight.
"Lee you are sounding very sexualized again, that's supposed to be negative reinforcement for a model to remember how to hold a pose."
"I'm sorry Sir"
"That is a pretty large ball that just slid into your straight virgin hole Lee. Is your ass virgin Lee, are you sure you haven't been fucked before"
I feel ashamed as I reply "my hole is virgin Sir"
"You certainly aren't acting like it Lee. Panting and moaning with your mouth open like a slut, with that 9 inch throbbing hard cock inches from your mouth that seems to be begging to taste his pre cum you earned" Brian chimes in
I simply blush
"I'm not sure if we should continue, I'm not sure Lee is going to try hard enough". Brandon says angrily as he stands as if to leave.
Soothingly Brian asks me "Lee will you try harder if we give you one more chance to hold your ass properly arched for 2 minutes without being assisted".
I'm exhausted but I don't want to disappoint them and find myself replying
"Please let me try again Sir"
Brandon concedes, "ok one more try for this pose and then I guess maybe we should take a brief break and workout your core to let your body reset"
"Thank you Sir".
"Do you mean `Please continue your training to present your ass for us correctly Sir'?" Brian suggests
"Yes, my apologies, please continue training me to present my ass correctly Sir"
Immediately the pressure resumes toying my hole as yet more liquid runs over the next curved surface and onto and into me. I hold my position firmly as the tension pulls and feel my hole spreading yet again followed by the pain of stretching, but also pleasure that I'm surprised this sparks. The pull-release-pull rhythm spreads me wider and wider, and I am again moaning and gasping but still holding the pose perfectly.
So embarrassing, My hole is stretching as wide as the last ball immediately
"Good boy Lee well posed, present that ass to us, one minute down. Resist the pressure moving your forward and allow your ass to rise... otherwise his cock may end up in your mouth"
I'm struggling but determined to make it
"One fifteen"
His cock has steadily gotten closer and closer to my mouth but I am sure I haven't shifted forward. Moaning panting wincing gasping
"One thirty, thirty to go, you can do it"
His cock head is nearly to my lips
"One forty"
I can do it
"One forty five, Lee you're starting to break form, don't fail us Lee."
I'm now panting and gasping and moaning and the pleasure makes my muscles momentarily weak and my ass falls rhythmically each time pressure releases meeting the curved bottom pushing into me spreading me wide and I gasp loudly. The lips of my hole reaching the receding form and realize this is yet another, and the largest of the balls! I'm trying desperately to maintain position and not shift the slightest bit forward to the waiting cock.
I start to know I've lost my form, the muscles used to arch my ass upward are spent.
"Lee try harder or your virgin hole will be fucked by that inch and a half ball and we may all think you want that."
I know I've lost at this point, it's almost as if trying to arch my ass for them, then failing and dropping my weight is making me ride down harder on the ball as it moves toward me.
"Lee are you actually enjoying being fucked by the ball".
I'm silent feeling shame again as I'm moaning loudly and as the ball penetrates me finally I let out another moan of near orgasmic pleasure. The spark of pleasure makes my muscles fail briefly and the tug of the leash on the ball moves me forward as I'm panting gasping and moaning trying to recover from the pleasure. The nearly orgasmic pleasure drew all of my attention briefly, but I do my best to hold my mouth closed despite the head of the cock pressing firmly to my lips.
"Lee you are a conundrum, straight with a virgin hole but here presenting your ass for all these gay men. Moaning as you're fucked by three large stainless steel balls while your lips wrap around the head of a cock. Are you trying to seduce us? This is supposed to be a professional situation and that's not fair of you to try to get us all horny". Brian contemplates
Brandon asks "Well I guess we can't continue with this pose today, stand him up". As brandon takes the leashes
I realize the taste in my mouth is the pre cum from this 9 inch cock pressed to my lips and find a new low.
One of the men takes my shoulders and help me stand as I feel the hook with the three balls pulling upward into me and know Brandon must be lifting it out of anger for my error in causing the situation to be sexualized again. The tug makes me again moan despite my efforts to conceal it. But I'm so relieved the cock is mo longer teasing entry to my mouth.
As I stand I now see there are three men. The two shirtless assistants that are insanely sculpted and truly should be the ones modeling. Behind them I see another, I recognize him as one of the men who I ran into on the front patio when leaving the first posing session weeks ago. I blush knowing now 5 men witnessed me gasping and moaning in ecstasy from my hole being penetrated by a steel hook and it's three large steel balls.
Making eye contact with their friend, he grins and walks toward me and says "look at this, you're right he is a slut. It will take some time and more advanced techniques to make him behave as required".
Without asking he slides my jock off and grips my balls tightly and uses them to turn me to Brandon and Brian who look aghast at my throbbing hard cock.
"I thought he may have cum from being fucked, hearing all that moaning, but no he must need more advanced techniques, not common with straight boys at all"
Brandon chimes in "That's disappointing Lee. I'm not sure about continuing todays session. Such unprofessionalism needs to be solved,.... and before we have the others pose with him as we planned. I'm sorry if we wasted your time" he says to the two very built assistants
I hear myself apologizing to all of them yet again, and I'm mortified that I cannot control myself and that techniques used to train other models are not working on me. Typically I am such a quick learner and good at most things I try quickly.
"I'm very sorry Sirs".
As my head is down out of shame. In the corner of my eye, I see their friend whispering to Brian.
Brian moves to me and in a low voice only
I can hear "Let's try to refocus you Lee. Jonathan is a little surprised and offended by how you're sexualizing the session and says he should leave. He did just suggest a technique for us that he has used to train a straight boy like you in the past that he found very successful. And the technique also helped create perfect form for sculpting abs. Brandon is frustrated by your effort and wants to cancel the rest of the session, despite scheduling the two close friends who've been assisting, which would be a shame because I know you're trying."
Long pause as he's thinking and I'm feeling terrible for causing this situation and their frustrations with how poorly I'm performing. I really have been trying but to hear they think I'm doing so poorly they want to cancel the remainder of the session hits me in my gut, I just don't fail like this!
"Well, maybe if you asked Jonathan.... maybe you'd need to beg a little.... and beg him to please to stay and that you'd like him to train your abs and your attitude to be the best model possible for him. And well that you will follow his training diligently without question. He's quite a well known artist himself. Maybe that would encourage him to stay and Brandon to have a break so he can recoup and reconsider the second part of the scheduled session to avoid you having wasted everyone's time. Do you want to try to salvage the day Lee and beg Jonathan to train you too"
My emotions are already so jumbled as I stand here with a leash around my neck and a hook with balls on it inserted on my ass, I wonder how on earth I ever let myself be in this position for all these men. Then there's the thrill satisfying my urges of being shown off that have shockingly morphed into feeling passionately wanting to make up for my failure and to be a good model and please them again like when the session started. I'm confused why I find myself so humiliated and wanting to leave but even more desperately wanting to win their approval.
And then there's my throbbing cock telling another story that they may be right, this is turning me on being trained as a model, despite it being by men. And the sensations are another shock to me which I can't quite admit to myself.
"May I ask him please Sir"
"Did you say Ask Lee?"
I'm briefly confused but understand after a moment "May I beg Jonathan please Sir"
"Yes you may"
Brian motions to Jonathan and he and Brandon approach us.
I turn to Jonathan and look him in the eyes then turn my eyes downward as I ask "Sir, I would be so grateful if a man such as you took the time to train me to be a better model and promise to follow your instructions without question. Will you please train me Sir"
"Eyes model" Jonathan says firmly
I snap my eyes to his and he takes my cock in his hand and begins toying it up and down and says
"This is an advanced technique most straight boys can't handle Lee. Once you start you must continue and finish Lee, there is no backing out. Are you man enough for that Lee?"
My cock is throbbing from his touch and I'm blushing and panting at the test he's putting me through and trying to control my erection without any luck and I moan a little so badly wanting to cum.
I question for a moment if I am up for this mystery technique but inexplicably say "Yes Sir please Sir"
With his other hand he slaps my balls firmly while still teasing my cock.
"Are you sure" as he continues slapping my balls firmly and jerking my cock
I struggle to get out a "Yes Sir please train me Sir" between the winces and gasps
He then moves behind me and firmly cups my ass, slides his hands around to my chest and pinches my nipples. His hand spanks my ass as he toys with the hook making me moan yet more.
He reaches between my legs gripping my balls and his other hand bends me forward My ass stings from his repeated spanking of my ass.
"Last chance to back out Lee, no shame in not being man enough. But if you are man enough say `Please Sir train me' each time I spank your tight little straight ass".
My ass stings from his strike and I since from him pull on my balls propelling my ass toward off and his hand. "Please train me Sir". This repeats 20 times. And he says "Good boy Lee" and begins walking toward a door leading my by the leash connected to the hook in my ass, making me awkwardly walk backward as the hook thrusts the deepest in me making me moan again and my cock throb. The jock falls off my ankles leaving me naked except for the posing strap