Odd Jobs

Locked for the Gorgon

We got to the address about 5pm, as instructed, both already wearing "the uniform" we'd been told to wear: black shoes, black trousers, black button-up shirt.
James looked incredible (as always). Tall, his long dirty-blonde hair falling to his shoulders in a tussle, and his broad shoulders fitting snuggly inside the shirt he'd bought for himself before we'd committed to go to the gym together three times a week.

I'd never catered an event before, so was just doing the best I could: black jeans, dark shoes and a shirt that was probably closer to navy.

James took me round the back of the house and knocked.

An older man (also dressed all in black) answered. "Excellent" he said. "The kitchen's through there" he pointed, looking at James, "and you'll be needed upstairs" he said looking me up and down.

"We were hoping to stay together. If that's ok?" James said. "It's his first time, I promised I'd help him out"

"Oh sorry. The agency said the catering staff would all come in uniform, I just assumed you were helping with the exhibit." he said to me.
"If you both want to work upstairs we can arrange for that" Now he was dragging his eyes over James the same way he had me.

"It's fine, James. I can handle it alone" I said with a nervous smile. "I'll catch up with you later."

The man (who introduced himself as Richard) lead me to the stairs while James headed to the kitchen.

As we climbed he asked "so I assume you haven't read the requirements for this job then?"

"No" I couldn't take my eyes of his ass as he took each step. He clearly worked those glutes out a lot. "Is it more catering and stuff?"

He shook his head. "The catering is just for the guests while they enjoy the exhibit. You'll be part of the art itself."

Whatever I thought. As long as holding a painting pays the same as holding a tray of mini quiches.

He opened a door to another room: a bedroom this time. There were two other guys in there, each wearing plain white t-shirts and loose gray jogging trousers. Both were about the same age as me I guessed; out of uni within the last year or two.
One was lying casually on the bed don't look at his bulge jesus is he not wearing underwear who wouldn't wear underwear to work? and the other standing in front of a bookshelf reading the spines.

My guide went to a chest of drawers and pulled out a set of matching pyjamas.
"Change into these." he said sharply.
I looked around for the en suite or at least a partition or something. "Now." he snapped.

I took of my shirt and placed it on the bed, putting on the white t-shirt he gave me. It wasnt my size, way too baggy.

"Trousers" he said. I slipped off my jeans and shoes. I noticed the other guys were barefoot so i took my socks off too and reach for the gray joggers.

"Underwear" I looked at the other guys to make sure they'd heard the same.

Bookshelf guy blushed and faced away.

Bed guy grinned folded his arms behind his head and looked up at the ceiling. "It's cool dude, we did it. I did it last time too, that's why I came early this time."

So you didn't have to get undressed in front of others? I wondered Or so you could see us all?

I thought of James downstairs. He'd vouched for me with the catering company, if I fucked up he'd be blamed too.

"We're running late!" said the guide. Fine I thought, and pulled my black briefs down. I'm not ashamed of my body, I'm in good enough shape, especially since James has been helping me at the gym. I've seen guys do anything to hide their junk while they're naked in the changing rooms - that's not me. But yeah, I angled myself away from the other guys while I changed: I know that five inches isn't really anything to show off.
When I turned back, the guide was watching me, holding my clothes in a pile: he had one hand underneath and one hand on top, lying flat against my briefs.
Before I could ask for my phone from the pocket he was out the room.

"The dude's a pervert. We're running right to schedule, he just wanted a peek" bed guy said. "Bradley" he reached out and offered me his hand, I shook it.

"This is Liam." Bradley said pointing to boomshelf guy. "His first time too. Adam will be in a few minutes himself I expect, get the yoga started."

Yoga?

Before I could voice my confusion or even introduce myself the door opened again and a ridiculously handsome man entered.

Tall, dark mediteranean skin, thick black hair in tight curls. He was wearing black too, but I could tell it wasn't a "uniform". He was dressed for the party.

"Ah excellent" he said looking at me. Fuck, those green eyes were intense. He smiled and I instinctually smiled back. "I thought I heard more voices. I was worried we'd have to do with only two. Follow me"

I was the closest to the door, so the first to follow him out. My bare feet sank into the lush carpet as I heard talking and the clicking of glassware from the floor below.

Into a large empty room we went: the walls were decorated, but no furniture, just three yoga mats in the centre of the room. Bradley walked up to one, and when I saw Liam copy him I did too.

"Glad to see you back, Bradley" the man said with what looked to be a genuine smile. "I don't see a lot of repeat performers here."

Performers?

I held up my hand, which the man laughed at when he saw. "Yes...?"

"Cal"

"I'm Adam, Cal. and I'm so pleased you could join us."

"Ummm... thanks. To be honest, I thought I'd be working the kitchen. I'm not a performer, especially not yoga. I think there's been a mix-up."

Adam looked me up and down, I could almost feel his eyes on my body as he took in my feet, my almost-bulge, my baggy tshirt "Not to worry. You look like you work out, yes?"

"Um... sure"

"Feet shoulder width apart, give me as deep a squat as you can." It wasn't a question.

I saw Liam shift in the corner of my eyes and assumed we were all doing it, so I took up the squat position. It was only when I was down there that I realised I was the only one.

"Good" said Adam. My legs were already starting to burn. "Can you lace your fingers together and hold them behind your head. Good. Except look to me?" he touched my chin with two fingers, tilting my head up gently.

When I looked up I almost screamed and fell back on my ass.

Instead of those gorgeous green eyes that made me want to smile, they were sharp and jagged, yellow and gold, Long and narrow instead of round pupils, like a snake and... moving? Were they moving or was that other eyes? Did he have other eyes in his hair?

But I couldn't scream. I couldn't fall back. I was completely frozen. Locked in place.

"Bradley and... Liam, was it?" Adam said. "Would you like to just get into position too, or prefer to stretch first?"

"I'll stretch" said Bradley and Liam nodded along. Bradley seemed comfortable enough, though Liam was looking at me out of the corner of eyes with a nervous look on his face.
I tried to move but was completely fixed.

Adam walked over to a small table, picked up a tiny gold bell and jingled it.

A man opened the door, saw me, nodded to Adam and closed the door.

"Okay boys, lets start easy." said Adam.
 Bradley immediately took his shirt off and threw it into a corner.

I had no idea what was happening. I was fixed in place, my muscles were burning, but in a way that was gradually fading.
I knew I should have been scared, but I could barely hear my heart beat at all, there was no thumpthump of fear.

I watched as Adam led Bradley and Liam through a series of stretches. Bradleys muscles were magnificent to watch: bulging just where they should, and as I watched I noticed beads of sweat forming over his skin as he excercised.
I wanted to reach out, touch him, smell him. I felt a dull ache in my balls - I was getting more and more aroused as they worked out but my dick wasn't responding at all.

While dam was leading Liam and Bradley through a series of stretches that involved them curling their arms through the others legs, Richard opened the door and came in with a large pair of scissors. If it could have, my heart would have leapt in fear as he walked towards me.
Snip went my tshirt, and then snip... no more trousers.

I was paralysed, naked and squatting in a strangers home, with who knows how many strangers and...

James walked in. He was pushing a light flat-bed trolley.

I saw his eyes move over Liam's arms and Bradley's abs as they moved through different postures. Bradley smirked, turned around, and placed his hands on the floor.

James gawked at his ass for a second, and then looked to the guide. "Is this the piece you need moved?" he jerked his head at me.

"Help me get it onto the trolley", Richard nodded. He put one hand at the back of my head and scooped his other round my inner thigh. An explosion of senstation went off where he touched, but the shudder never moved up my skin. Then I felt James's hand scoop round my other leg.

He didn't stick to the thigh though.
His hand slid over my butt cheek, over my balls and slid in between my cock and my legs.
I could feel the warmth of his skin against mine. My balls ached as my cock failed to react in the way they needed it to.

I'd been in the opposite situation countless times. Naked, surrounded by men, James often there evem, and just pleading not to be noticed. Praying to myself not to get hard.

Please I thought to James. If he just grabbed a little firmer that might be enough to get me hard enough that he'd notice I wasn't just a statue. But while his fingers wormed there way around my cock and balls and ass, getting a grip strong enough to lift me, his eyes were on Bradley's sweaty happy trail and the man stretched the full length of his body up with arms and tiptoes.

James and Richard lifted me up on to the trolley, and lay me on my back. I was still in the squatting position, so now my legs were up in the air. When they pushed the trolley down the corridor to the elevator, I was greeting everyone we passed hole-first.

"Have you seen Cal?" James asked Richard in the elevator.

"He's around here somewhere I'm sure" Richard said with a smirk, and ran a finger down the base of my foot.

I didn't scream.

__________

They set me up in the foyer where the main party was taking place.

Every time the door opened I felt the breeze around my ankles, my neck, my balls.
Most of the guests were clearly oblivious to what was going on. They admired me as a statue ("look at the detail around the nipples", and "I wonder how he gets body hair so precise when its that fine") but I could tell a few knew what was really happening.

There were knowing smiles as they looked in the eyes, rather than those who looked at my eyes.
Almost all of these men (they were all men) touched me. Stroked me knees in way that sent electrictricity up my spine, lightly touched my lips with a finger or thumb.
One even squatted down in front of me in a similar pose. He ran a finger around my nipples, down down down my stomach until he was almost but not quite playing with my cock. His fingers brushed through my brittle pubic hair, and he grazed my thighs as he avoided my cock to reach underneath, teasing my hole.

PLEASE, I begged him with my unmoving eyes. I need to cum! I didnt care about the rest of what was happening, I'd figure that out later.

"Adam!" the guest called looking a bit concerned.

Adam hurried over. "What's wrong?"

The guest reached down to my crotch again, this time he circled a finger over the tip of my cock. I watched as he stood and offered the finger to Adam, who took the man's hand and placed the finger into his mouth.

"Ah I see." Adam looked down at me, gorgeous green eyes hiding a dozen snakes. "We have a leak."

For a second I thought I'd been saved- that someone had managed to get the message out. But now, he meant it literally. I was leaking. I couldn't move, my cock couldn't move, not twitch when tickled, or get hard when stroked... but apparently Adam could taste my pre-cum on this man's finger.

Adam knelt down and ran a hand from my knee, up my thigh. Tiny legs hairs broke and flew off under his touch. His hand slid under my balls, fingers tickling at my taint as they passed, then up to the based of my cock and slowly down it.
I hadn't noticed it before, but now that it had been pointed out I could feel it: the pre-cum.
He flicked his thumb round the tip of my cock and my non-existent scream became a non-existent moan. Adam placed his thumb at the tiny opening in my lips. I could taste it.

"You!" he said, snapping his fingers at someone behind my head. "A cold damp cloth. Now please."

"Yes sir" said someone behind me. Someone who I was pretty sure I recognised the voice of...

James came back a minute later with a cloth.

"Someone has smeared something on this statue." Adam took the cloth and ran it over my nipples (there was nothing there, but the cold felt incredible, especially in the breezes when the front door opened a second later), then gestured to my cock, still leaking. "Can you clean it for me while I talk to this guest?"

Within seconds James was on his knees, one hand on my shoulder steadying himself, and wiping the thin cloth over my cock and balls with the palm of his hand.
It was torture. I'd fantasised about this so many times (normally the other way round, where I'm servicing his cock for him) and now it was soo close... actually touching even. Just a thin piece of cloth and some sort of gorgon's curse between us.

Wait. Is he looking at me? James was finally looking my face, my eyes, rather than focusing on where he was carrying or cleaning "the statue". 

"Hey, this looks like my friend" said James when Adam came back over.

"Oh?"

"Yeh he was gonna help with the catering but they asked him to go upstairs."

"Oh you're friends with the model? Excellent that will make things easier. Richard." he summoned the guide over with a click of his fingers.

"This ones still defective." he said to Richard, swirling his finger tip around my cockhead again. "Take it back upstairs and pay the model, yes? Since these two know each other, this one can help with readjustments."

Back on to the trolley I went. This time James was careful not to hold "the staue" anywhere too sensitive. He was still happy enough to rip more hair off my legs and arms as he found purchase, but he avoided my crotch, my ass and face.

Once we were on the move Richard started talking.

"Ok. I will say this once and then I will be returning to the party I have been planning for 19 months. I do not have time for your questions." he was talking to James, but looking straight in my eyes as they pushed the trolley.
"When the model returns, he will probably be overwhelmed by physical sensation.
He has been holding the pose for a longer time than his body is currently feeling, and once he stops holding it the muscles will ache - we normally provide massages at this stage, but I'm afraid he'll have to do with whatever you're willing to give."

"You want me to rub Cal because he's had a hard day at work?"

"No time for questions. especially sarcastic ones. He will also be overwhelmed by other physical sensations. 
Normally the body resolves sensory input with various autonomic responses: a tickle in the nose makes you sneeze, an itch makes you scratch.
Once he comes to, he'll have an evening's worth off itches to scratch, and a musculature too sore and sensitive. He will want your help."

"What do you mean 'comes to'?!" James said, definitely sounding concerned.

Richard ignored him and started lifting. James saw was he was doing and lifted me too, sat me on the bed, feet dangling in their locked-squat position.

"αφυπνίζομαι" Richard whispered at me, stood, and walked to the door.

James hand was still under my leg, and as he slid it out, his long rough fingers brushed against my balls again. This time, though my body reacted.
All the pent up energy from the past few hours, the additional sensitivity of my balls being completely smooth, and now more touching from a man I'd been crushing on for months. I came. And I came right in James face.

"What the hell?" he said, spluttering and wiping his face. He looked at Richard who just laughed and nodded at my face.

I could feel my jaw loosening.

"Help" I wheezed out to James.

"Oh my god, it really is you!"

"Please" I begged, managing just enough effort to fall back on the bed, letting my legs go limp.

"What do you need, man?!" James's breath was short. He was still kneeling between my legs, and my erect cock was standing between our eye contact.

"Cum. Need to cum. Please." It was so much effort - not just to talk, but to admit to James that I wanted him. I'd been hiding this for months. I was so worried he'd just up and follow RIchard out the door and I'd never see him again.

Then he grinned, leaned forward, and began to suck.