A Model's Brief Experience

This is my first "long" story. I appreciate those who consistently write back to me and describe your experiences. I'm always interested in hearing from those who want to swap stories about voyeur/tricking/nonconsent with straight guys. Email me at [email protected]

As my fitness regime was changing, so would the types of modeling gigs I would decided to pursue. For a while, I primarily did swimsuit shots – one where I’m in this pair of blue striped speedos got a lot of attention. Also a yellow pair as a lounged in a pool chair, tanning, eyes closed. It was either those types or just underwear. Well, sometimes a t-shirt as well, but I would be pulling it up to show off my abs. But I’ve been thinking through my lifestyle and trajectory, and I made a conscious and vocal decision to pursue gigs where they expect to wear close to nothing. My girlfriend, Stacy, supported my decision, and even though she loved seeing me in sexy ads, she was always a bit jealous of the attention it would produce.

The last photographer was really disappointed that I would be trying to pursue “more clothed” jobs. "You have that ideal body type," he would tell me. Yes, I know. I heard that all the time. It's my tan skin, muscled yet toned body, that deep V that points to a nice package, yes it all works well for these beach-ridden campaigns where I'm lying in the sand rather seductively. The photographer would tell me to pretend I'm getting blown, so I'd lie there with my elbows supporting me, tilt my head back a little, close my eyes, nothing hard about it. I'm just not into doing those anymore.

So I did get excited when I finally got booked to do this sportswear gig. I would be wearing sweatpants, jackets, hoodies. I had been getting a little bulkier so these would suit my body type well. I normally don't do one-on-one photoshoots but I hadn't received a booking in a while with my new preferences. I jumped at the chance when I received the phone call from an agency.

I met Bryan in front of a 24-hour fitness in a nearby city. We'd only spoken over the phone, but he said he heard my story and the struggle with going in a new direction modeling-wise. He said he saw my previous work and thought I would be a great fit for this sportswear campaign. When we were done with intros, he started walking away from the gym to my surprise. He said the shoot would actually take place a block over.

We walked a bit more than a block, and stopped by a park. I’ve done a few park shoots actually. But then we went across the street to a hotel. His pace began to pick up as he discussed with me all the details, what to expect, the other models he's worked with. Before I knew it, I was in an elevator going up to one of the top floors of a fancy hotel. I felt under-dressed in a grey jacket and sweatpants.

"And this is where we'll be shooting!" as he opened the door to a nice hotel suite.

I walked in ahead of him, "Here? You know, when you said we would meet at a 24-hour fitness, I thought you meant we would shoot there!" We both chuckled at that, though mine was a bit forced.

"Oh, at the gym?" Bryan said. "No, no, that wouldn't make sense. We wouldn't be allowed to do that. How does that make sense? It was always going to take place here. I guess the agency didn’t mention that."

"Oh, got it." I said, checking out the place. One king size bed. Nice bathroom and shower. Great view of the city underneath, as I approached the wide windows. The sun came through the windows but the view was a busy downtown area.

"Alex, I see you've found where I'll be shooting you first," Bryan said, dropping his bag to the floor.

I looked towards him, and he had his camera out already. I felt unprepared that this was already happening without much prep.

"Hey, what? Are you taking photos already? Don't I need to change?"

"Actually, this is just some preliminary shots, so I can adjust lighting and stuff." He snapped a few photos of me.

"OK..and uh..you want me looking at the camera or what.." Bryan continued with his camera.

"Ok great," Bryant said looking at the photos on his camera. “So I'm going to have you change into the clothes hanging in the bathroom. It’s all set up there.”

Oh, that's where the clothes are, I thought to myself. Bryan kept looking at his camera and his phone as I headed over to the bathroom and closed the door. There were hoodies and jackets and shorts and sweatpants, all hanging by the shower rod and towel hooks. He had instructed me to wear a light grey hoodie and the red shorts without anything underneath. It was odd, but I ended up like how it all felt.

When I came back to the room, the bed looked set up and some furniture was moved aside. But he motioned over to the window. "Come back over here and I'll take some of you looking outside, by the curtains."

He took a couple shots where I gazed at, well, nothing outside. Some shots where my eyes were closed, moving my arm here and there. And then he said to wait and headed to the bathroom, coming out with a t-shirt. “Here, change into this.”

I laid the t-shirt on the bed. Took off the hoodie, revealing my torso, and put on the t-shirt.

“Good, good. It fits well.” Bryan said in a hushed voice.

We took more shots, some of them I was just sitting at the side of the bed. Next, I wore a white tank top. When he asked me to change to a pair of black shorts, I took them and headed to the bathroom, where I changed there. I was also supposed to wear a new pair of white briefs, which I unwrapped.

The next shots had me against a plain wall.

"Can you pull up the waistband a little so we can see the brand?" Bryan pointed down at my waist.

I stuck my fingers in the waistband.

"It's a little too high now, Alex. Can you just try dropping the shorts waistband a little? There, you got it. That looks good."

He seemed to be liking every pose I made. He gave me a lot of encouragement and said I was doing great. I really liked Bryan's positive attitude and he couldn't stop grinning throughout.

"Hey Alex, just a little lower. Your shorts."

I looked down, and it seemed to be the white bulge I had would be very apparent if I went any lower. I lowered it about half an inch

"Just a smidge more, Alex. Little more. Little more. Yeah, let's try that. Look up right now."

I thought my shorts were a little low now but I guess Bryan really needed a briefs shot.

"Hey Alex? Can you do one with the shorts lower, maybe at your knees?"

"Hey, wait a second, Bryan. I thought I wouldn't be doing any underwear shots for this gig. I'm basically just wearing briefs if my shorts go any lower, you know?" I motioned my hands towards my crotch, stuck my fingers into the waistband, and lightly snapped them. I think I was making sense to him because he was staring at my briefs. He made his way close to me.

"You know, Alex", Bryan began. He then stuck his index finger into the briefs waistband. I started getting nervous and didn't move. "These were actually for another model, but I really think you should wear them. Your body is still perfect – maybe even better - for the underwear shots they’re looking for. If you don't like them, we won't send them over. Simple as that." Bryan grinned. “How’s that sound?”

Bryan was talking a mile a minute in a hushed tone and I wasn't catching everything, but I felt I should at least try what he's offering. And like he said, what harm can it do?

"Ok, Bryan…..we can try it, but I’ll likely not want to push these through."

"Great, maybe you’ll change your mind when you see them," Bryan said taking his fingers out of the waistband of my briefs. I didn't even realize his fingers were inside until I heard the snap on my hips. He backed up back to his position. "Right there is great still. Just remove the shorts. Don't forget your shoes and socks."

I took it all off until I was standing there in just a white pair of briefs. He told me to lift my arms up and behind my head. It was sounding like any other shoot now.

"Alex, lower the waistband again. Remember, you lifted it too high."

The waistband looked pretty low to me. Especially the way Bryan had snapped it back. But I complied. Lowering it such that I think some of my pubes were visible. Wait, were they? Yeah, that's too low-

"Perfect! Arms behind your head, Alex. Now!"

The volume of his voice startled me and I instantly did I was told. I wanted to look down again and see if I had actually lowered it further than I thought. The base of my cock may have been showing.

"Keep still, Alex", Bryan instructed. "These are great."

After a ton of shots, Bryan finally said I could put my arms down. I took the opportunity to look down now, and in horror, saw that the briefs had slipped so low that half of my flaccid cock was revealed. Never had I shown my privates for any photo before.

"Bryan, my dick. Was it-"

"Don't worry, Alex. When you put your arms down, your underwear just slid down a little. I'll show you the photos later. You'll see." he said with a smirk.

"Really? So the briefs were up higher….like..."

Bryan grabbed my waistband again and pulled it up, almost vigorously. He kinda made me leap. "Yeah, it was more like here……..the whole time."

"OK, good, because…well, you know, I want to-"

"Now Alex, these next shots…no, don’t put back on those shorts. Still just wearing those pair of briefs. Actually, this other pair. You can change into these quickly under the covers," Bryan answered, handing me what I thought was a microfiber cleaning cloth for sunglasses but was actually a pair of white briefs.

"What? No, I didn't want to continue doing these-"

"What's the matter? These are pretty much the same thing."

"Well, yea, I guess. But this pair," I said holding up the briefs with two hands. It looked to be the smallest pair I would have ever worn for a shoot. "Isn't this a little small?"

Bryan looked a little annoyed now. "That's how it's supposed to be. Don't you know the brand? Can you change now? Here, I'll even go to the bathroom." Before I could say anything, Bryan trotted off, looking down at his camera.

I sighed, holding the briefs in my hand. It crumpled like a tissue. I got off the bed and just dropped my underwear with a quick pull. Bryan was in the bathroom anyways. I bent over, slipping my feet into the briefs and pulled up. I knew I wasn't wrong. These were so small! I'm pretty sure you can make out where my dick begins and ends. The cotton is so stretched as well. The waistband is so tight. And the backside is just……I catch Bryan looking at me from around the corner.

"Ok good, you're ready."

"Bryan, I don't feel comfortable in these."

"It's fine. Just a few shots. Hurry up so you can take them off sooner, if they are uncomfortable."

"I'm not comfortable because...well I'm pretty sure it's pressing against my uh, package." As I said this, I took my index finger and thumb, started at the base and went along the shaft of my dick through the cotton to the tip. "Am I right...? Bryan? ……..am I right...?"

"Y-yeah……I mean, no, Alex. T-t-this is what the client wanted. Again, if you don't feel comfortable, we won't push the photos through."

"Ok fine…..let's hurry this up. Where do you want me?" I said with an annoyed tone.

"Just stand near the window for now."

I moved over where the sun was coming in from the window. I wondered if the intense light was making any thing more see-through so I did a quick check, but Bryan snapped me back into position again.

"No, keep still. Great. Now lift your arms up a little. Great. Now, put your hands behind your head. Ok, now close your eyes. Keep your eyes closed for the next few shots."

The sun felt nice on my skin, but the thought that I was displaying myself like this in front of a hotel window was concerning. I didn't hear Bryan say anything and opened my eyes. I was taken aback that he was now only a foot away from me, with his camera. When did he get so close??

"Uh, Bryan, what are you doing?"

"Hey, I thought I said to keep still and your eyes closed. Well, anyways, keep still right now. I need to adjust your briefs a little."

"Hey! I can do that myself." I blurted out, waving away his incoming hand. "What do you want?"

".........it's hard to describe. Let me just move this part just a little. That's it." His fingers came slowly towards my briefs, but this time I didn't bat it away. They pulled down on one side of the briefs. Then the fingers pulled up a waistband. Then he pulled on the other side. I don't know what he was going for. I was annoyed that he kept moving things up and down - I thought it was going to be one tug.

"I think that should work. Can I see you pose with your hands behind your head again, and turn your head towards looking outside the window again."

I did so, but showed some obvious frustration. Bryan didn't seem to care. He just continued to adjust my briefs. The back part of his fingers sometimes caressed my dick or my balls through the cotton. In fact, I must have counted at least five times a finger swiped across my dick head. I really didn't like how he wasn't giving me respect in this way. I was about to say something, but he quickly stood up and backed up with his camera.

"Great, this works now." as he snapped several more shots. I did a few more poses and huffed in frustration but also relief as this part was done.

"Now, get on the bed."

I looked at him and frowned. "I thought that was it."

"What was it?"

"I thought we were just taking a few shots in briefs."

"We are. Just a few more on bed and we're done after that. We haven't even done the red jacket or the running shorts yet."

I dragged my body towards the bed and got on. My briefs got messed up in the process and I tried to adjust them, but Bryan came over again and started pulling and tugging away. I just put my arms above me, laid on my back, and looked out the window as he continued to adjust the package. I knew it would take a while because every little tug would change the position of my package and it would be hard to get whatever position he wanted it in. Bryan was on the bed as well, bent over at my side so he can inspect the underwear I was wearing.

"This isn't working, Alex. I need to adjust it from the inside."

"...from the inside? Uh, what does that mean?" I lifted my neck and locked eyes with Bryan.

"It's just this." And in a fast motion, Bryan stuck his hand inside the briefs and grab held of my dick.

"HEY!" I instantly jolted and screeched. "What are you doing??"

Bryan still didn't remove his hand. "Alex, relax. Your bulge is too revealing and I need to adjust it so that it hits the light correctly. You don’t want the shot to be revealing your package, right?"

My body began to relax after the momentary thrash. "Well, yea, I mean, well...did you have to touch my......me…...there….?"

Bryan made an annoyed face. "This isn't a big deal, Alex. It's just a quick readjustment. In fact, I got it to where it needed to be." With that, his hand slipped out from my briefs, he got on his knees on the bed, grabbed his camera, and started looking at the settings. I hadn't moved a muscle, still in a bit of shock.

I began to move my arm and lift my neck again.

"Stop! Don't move. This is a good shot." as Bryan held up the camera and was now looking at my through the lens. "Let's get this over with, like you want."

I didn't move. My arms were over my head, relaxed. My torso felt stretched, showing off every ab. My briefs felt tight, but my bulge felt secure, and in place. In my head, I told myself that this would definitely be the last time I would be doing this kind of shoot. This is getting to be one of the worst experiences, but I didn’t realize how much worse it was going to be.

Bryan put the camera back down on the bed. "Alex, I don't know how to say this. But...your package. It's....it's not the uh...how should I say this…at the right size that the brand would like to see."

"And so what?" I shot angrily. "Wait, what does that even mean?"

"Alex, if we do decide to push through these photos, the underwear shots pay double than the sports wear. You want this to be good, right?"

I don't know why Bryan all of a sudden started talking about money. But he did have a point. I was already positioned on this bed with a skimpy pair of briefs. If the next 2 minutes would get me double pay, then maybe it wasn't such a bad idea.

"So what, Bryan?" I said, still sounding pissed. "What would make this...work..?"

Bryan smiled, which threw me off. I thought he said these photos were bad. "It's simple, really. Just touch yourself a little down there, and well, need I say more?"

I raised my neck and chest at this point. "What...you want me to touch myself?"

"It just needs to have a little more shape. That's it. Just get it a little bigger, get the blood flowing."

I didn't say anything and looked down at the tiniest pair of briefs I had ever worn. I brought my hand to my bulge and started squeezing. Bryan didn't say anything. I kept my eyes down at my bulge.

Bryan broke the silence. "You need to get in there."

I didn't look toward him. I stuck my hand down the waistband and gave my dick a few tugs. I was feeling so pissed, and I could tell my dick wasn't really responding.

"Ugh, I don't think this is gonna work." I said, sounding exhausted.

"Don't worry about it. You're so close. Just think about your girlfriend. Here lie back down," Bryan said as he tossed a nearby pillow across the room. I noticed he had moved closer to me in the process.

"Uh, whatever." I laid back down on my back, one hand inside my briefs.

"Close your eyes, Alex. Pretend your girlfriend is here."

I didn't want to close my eyes, but I did want to get away from the situation, and actually closing my eyes helped. I imagined Stacey in her lingerie, and how good she was at sucking me off, when I was lying in bed similar to this. A few nights ago, we had a hot night. We had eaten dinner out, and got back to my apartment, and instantly started kissing one another. We knocked down a picture hanging on the wall, but neither of us cared. We took it to the bedroom and kissed passionately on my bed. She unbuttoned my dress shirt and kissed her way down to my abs. She then unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants, revealing my hard-on in my underwear. She grabbed the underwear and whispered to me-

"The fuck!" I yelled out loud. A new hand took over my hand inside my briefs. It was Bryan's hand.

"Alex, you're taking so fucking long to just get a little hard. You need me to do it or something??" Bryan sounded angry.

"No, I don't need you to.....!"

"Stop moving, Alex. It's already working. Relax so we can get this done already."

At that, I stopped squirming and let Bryan's warm, tightly grasping hand do the rest of the talking. He was making slow, steady strokes, and I admit, I can definitely feel it working. Either that, or the imagery of the night with Stacey was coming to mind. Either way, my eyes began to close and began thinking about that night again. I remember Stacey putting her tits between my dick and rolling them around, saying, "you like that?" and I responded back "yeah, baby, I love that." Then she said, “just relax, it’s your girlfriend….” Or maybe she didn’t? I remember fucking her tight pussy in several positions. She would turn back to me and say, “yea, faster, faster! Your cock feels so nice in my hand. Pretend it’s your girlfriend!” Or did she say that? When I got close, I laid down on the bed and she ran her hand up and down vigorously on my cock saying "yea you have such a nice cock. just relax, remember, I’m your girlfriend". I muttered out "yea, baby, I'm getting close." I felt like I was in that moment again, and even might have said those words out loud again. "Yea, don't stop, baby, don't stop, I’m gonna cum-"

"Oh........ah.....ughgh....oh..............shit..........OH...AH...oh shit...FUCKKKKKKKKKK!" I screamed out. My cock began erupting, blast after blast, and I felt my hot goo hit my chest and abs, while some collected near my slit - dripping from Bryan's hand. My whole body squirmed and the pool of cum on my abs began to slide down to the bed sheets. I felt spent, exhausted even, and I was panting. I brought my arm I put it over my eyes, and I continued to lay there. I wasn't even sure why I thought I heard a camera go off. I felt confused and pleasured at the same time.

When I took my arm off my eyes and sat back up to look at the cum on my body, I looked at Bryan for the first time in a while. "…the fuck happened, Bryan?"

Bryan was getting off the bed with camera in hand. "Shit, Alex. You can't control yourself, dude."

"The fuck, Bryan? Did you just jack me off?"

"Listen. All I was trying to do was help you get a nice set of photos. I didn't know that you were gonna shoot your load all over the place. The shot is ruined." Bryan sounded pissed again, but I was pissed as well, at something, at someone.

I saw that cum was all over the pulled-down waistband of my briefs. My cock was still thick, laying on its side, dripping of cum. I grabbed it and wiped it over my hands. I got off the bed and as I stood there, the briefs that covered so little just dropped to the ground. There was a towel on a nearby chair and I grabbed it and started wiping my hands, and then my chest and groin. When I tossed the towel on the bed, I noticed Bryan was all packed up.

"Bryan, what. Are we done or something…?"

Bryan turned around, bag in hand. "Look, Alex. We got some shots earlier. We'll keep in touch. That's all I can say." He turned back around and headed to the door.

"The fuck? You're leaving right now?" The door slammed behind Bryan before I knew it.

I looked around for my stuff, some of it was in the bedroom and some was in the bathroom. A lot of the sportswear was still strewn across the room and bathroom floor. What the hell was I supposed to do with them? Not my problem. I put on my clothes and headed out. I recounted everything that just happened and I was in such deep thought and disarray, that I found myself outside the hotel already. I felt lost, like I didn't know which way to turn or where I was going.

I tried contacting Bryan and the agency that had reached out to me, but I would not get an answer. I don't know if I had screwed something up or what, but that was the last modeling shoot I ever did.

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