Horny photoshoot

I followed his instructions. I tightened my glutes, pressed my ass back, and tried to stand as still as possible, which is quite difficult, by the way, if you're as horny as I am.

I've known for a long time that I had an exhibitionist urge, but until today hadn't gotten any further than short tights in the gym, deep-cut shirts, and a hot jockstrap underneath. Just knowing that I was wearing such a horny piece of underwear made my workouts a lot more intense. And also more effective, I might say.

In the past year, I had gone from lanky twenty-something to muscular young thirty-something. With that change, the looks in the locker room had changed. Sure, the older gentlemen were still looking at me, but now I was also getting attention from real men who would wink as I stood there in my jockstrap. Often those winks would have led to more, but today the gym was sadly empty. It was always empty on a Friday evening like today, and now it was also oppressively warm.

My nipples were clearly visible under my soaked shirt and if you looked closely, you could already see with a little imagination that I was wearing a jockstrap. Unfortunately, there was hardly anyone who wanted to look closely. Out of boredom and because I always got horny after a workout, I checked the recon app between my exercises.

A few weeks ago, I had responded in a horny mood to a profile of a photographer. Not only did his models look very hot in the photos, but the photographer himself also looked great: probably in his mid-fifties but with a good body and a confident look. Today he responded to my message. He was happy to hear that I appreciated his work. I looked good too, but he guessed the pictures didn't do me justice. Maybe I also wanted to appear in front of his lens one day.

The idea of a horny photoshoot turned me on. It was a good thing I was practically alone in the gym, so no one could take offense at the stiff pole that was now clearly visible in my shorts. On the other hand, there was no one to flirt with either, so I sent a few pictures to the photographer. Who responded with further encouragement. This went further and further until I finally made a video in the dressing room of me undressing and walking to the shower with a boner. Followed by a video of me jerking off while drying. The very idea that I could be caught made me horny, the idea that the photographer - whom I had never met - could see me and give me instructions made me even hornier.

I was nearing a climax when I was told to stop. I had to come to him. He wanted to inspect and photograph me. I agreed. To make sure I'm not a faker, he asked me to transfer 50 euros for the photoshoot. If I gave him permission to use my photos, I got that 50 euros back from him. I agreed to everything, transferred the money, and climbed on my bike to the indicated address.

The studio turned out to be located in an old garage in a remote business park. Nerves raced through my body when I rang the bell, but the photographer quickly put me at ease. Strangely enough, he didn't mention his name. I had to address him as Sir.

The actual studio was a large space with a lot of professional lights and several cameras centered on a metal stool in front of a large white screen. I took a seat on the stool while Sir optimized the lights. He explained that good light is almost as important as the quality of the model. He would take all the photos with one main camera. Additionally, two other cameras would make videos from different angles, from which we could also take stills later if desired.

To reassure me and to test the equipment, Sir asked me to tell the cameras what kind of exercises I had done in the gym, how it made me horny, and why I had asked him to take erotic pictures of me. I told the camera what a turn-on it was to film myself in the locker room when anyone could come in and discover me pulling on my stiff cock. The videos appeared on a video screen. I realized that with that I had completely surrendered to Sir, but that the idea also excited me and made me even harder.

The photoshoot started with shots of me undressing until I was in just my jockstrap. I tensed my buttocks to show the hot garments as good as possible. Then I pulled my buttocks apart to give the lens a good view of my boy hole. With a damp finger, I showed how much that hole longed to be filled and used.

At the front, my jockstrap had become too small for my hardon. My dickhead was above the elastic band, which became moist from the pre-cum I produced. I actually expected to be able to take off my jockstrap now, but I had to wait. Sir handed me two small pumps. First I had to moisten the rounds of the pumps with my lips and then place them on my nipples. When my nipples were trapped in the vacuum I had to start spinning and pumping my nipples. The cameras closely monitored my nipples getting bigger and bigger. I sensed them becoming even more sensitive.

When Sir was satisfied with the new size of my nipples I was allowed to remove the pumps and I was given two Japanese clover clamps connected by a metal chain. I knew what to do.

With one hand I pull on the chain and feel the clamps bite deeper into my large sensitive nipples. With my other hand, I freed my cock and started to pull. From now on I mechanically followed all orders I got from Sir.

I took off my jock and stuffed the sweaty fabric into my mouth. I can't say anything, I completely hopelessly horny, tugging at my nipples and pulling at my rock-hard boner.

Just as I'm working towards a climax, I'm told to stop. There I am naked in front of 3 cameras, bathed in light, glistening with sweat, with a gigantic hard cock dripping with pre-cum and my swollen nipples stretched, caught in the biting clamps.

Sir says the photoshoot time is over. Actually, he has already taken a lot more pictures than he normally does for 50 euros, but he liked me as a model. I have a choice, I can leave now or I stay. If I stay, I get the 50 euros back, but I give Sir the right to keep and use my photos. I choose the latter. I'm so horny, I can't go home without cumming. I sign the contract Sir has ready for me and tell the cameras that I want nothing more than to be used as a model by Sir.

For the rest of the photoshoot, I have to wear leather cuffs that are connected to each other. They are connected to a hoist and winch with a chain. Sir slowly winds up the chain. My arms are stretched above my head. I also get leather cuffs around my ankles. Those cuffs are also connected to each other with a chain, but with more space. I can move my feet, but am otherwise helpless. That was exactly Sir's intention.

With a leather riding stick, Sir works my ass, while he continues to take pictures of my increasingly red bottom. Also with every tap on my ass, the nipple clamps move and continue to bite. Every now and then my hard cock and balls too get a tap with the riding stick. To prevent me from screaming with every blow, Sir puts a ball gag on me. The red ball in my mouth is held in a place with a leather strap and allows me only to drool.

I feel the pain, but even more, I feel hornier than I've ever been. My body glistens with sweat. I salivate from my mouth, and pre-cum drips from my dick. And I'm turning Sir on too. He has now freed his dick from his pants: a beautiful specimen. Can't wait to have it in my boy hole.

The climax is approaching. Sir lets me dangle helplessly like the horny sex toy I've become tonight. He puts a hood over his head. Sir is now unrecognizable. He hangs me in the direction of the camera, rams his cock into me, and starts riding me like mad. With one hand he more or less holds my dangling body in place. With his other hand, he continues the delicious torture. Hard blows to my buttocks alternate with the hard squeezing of my balls and of course with hard pulling on my nipple clamps. My endless horniness can no longer be held in check. My cock explodes and shoots long strands of cum towards the camera. Meanwhile, I feel Sir coming to its peak in me. I can feel his cum fountain inside me and feel my boy hole getting even fuller than it already was with his pumping cock.

That pumping is now quickly diminishing. Sir withdraws his manhood, loosens my ball gag, puts some stray cum in my mouth, and kisses me. With a jerk, he frees my nipples from the clamps. I get another tap on my butt, but then he lets me hang and he walks away. My job is to tell the camera what it was like to be a sex toy, how much I needed it, and if I would like it more often. I couldn't help but the camera truthfully that this was the horniest thing I'd ever experienced and couldn't wait for the next time Sir was pleased to use me.

A moment later Sir returns, in a bathrobe, he has probably showered. He turns off the cameras and begins to free me from my physical shackles. Mentally, I can't wait until I'm back in chains here.

When I cycle home a little later, it is difficult to sit on my saddle. I feel his cum oozing out of my ass and my pants getting wetter and wetter. But I don't care at all. A horny, blissful smile betrays that I'm still in sex heaven.

That smile did not disappear from my face for the next few days either. I was shocked when two days later I received an email with a link to an onlyfans page plus a username and password. The username was modelpig12 and the password was my home address. I entered my username and password and turned out to be subscribed to Sir's page: there were the first 40 photos of me and some short videos. You had to pay for the full video. 49.99 euros. I turned out to have a credit of 50 euros here. That afternoon I jerked off to the video of my own humiliation, my own debut as a model and sex toy. The next day I wrote to Sir asking if I could top up my credit.