The doorbell rang right on time. My heart started beating faster, even though I tried to look calm. I opened the door and saw Jake, his hair slightly messy, wearing a sports sweatshirt and sweatpants, as if he had just come back from the gym. He smelled fresh and of deodorant, which I knew all too well.
“Hey, man. You said it was something important,” he said as he came in.
“It is important,” I replied, closing the door. “It's about my anatomy project. If I don't do it, I won't pass the semester.”
He sat down on the couch, looking at me with slight amusement. “So, do you want me to help you study muscles or something?”
“Not exactly.” I sat down across from him and slid a few pages describing the project toward him to make it look serious. “The topic is the reactions of muscles and the nervous system to stimuli. I need a model on whom I can study tension, movement, breathing... everything in a completely professional manner.”
He raised his eyebrows. “A model? Sounds like something photographers do, not students. Am I supposed to come here, stand there, and you'll be writing something down?”
“Yes, exactly. No photos, just notes,” I assured him calmly. “But there's one condition. The model has to be... naked.”
Jake froze, staring at me. “Wait, you mean... completely naked?”
I nodded slowly. “I know it's weird. But Jake, seriously, I don't have anyone else who looks as good as you. Your muscle structure is perfect for this project.”
He sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. “What if my girlfriend finds out? Dude, she won't understand that it's for science.”
“She'll never find out,” I said confidently, looking him straight in the eye. “It's our secret. No one else will know.”
He was silent for a moment. I could see the struggle going on in his head. Finally, he took a deep breath and nodded.
“Okay... do whatever you want with me. I trust you.”
Those words hit me harder than I wanted to show. A green light lit up in my head.
It was the beginning of a game that I controlled, and Jake had no idea how far I would take it.
Jake stood in the middle of my living room, slightly tense, his hands in his sweatpants pockets.
“So... how exactly is this going to work?” he asked, looking at me with slight anxiety.
I smiled calmly, as if I were talking about something completely ordinary. “First, I need to examine your muscles at rest. We'll start with the basics: tension, breathing, body reactions. It's all purely scientific.”
“Okay...” he nodded, but his eyebrows drew together in a narrow line. “Should I be in my boxer shorts or...?”
“Preferably naked,” I replied matter-of-factly, as if it were obvious. “The muscles must be fully visible, otherwise the results will not be reliable.”
I saw his lips part slightly and his gaze shift to the side.
”But to make you feel more comfortable...“ I added calmly, ”...I'll stay in my boxers. This is supposed to be comfortable for you, Jake."
His shoulders relaxed slightly, though the tension was still visible. “Seriously, I feel like an idiot,” he muttered, taking off his sweatshirt.
Then his T-shirt. Each movement revealed more of his perfect body, broad shoulders, chest glistening with sweat after training, six-pack that looked like something out of a poster.
Finally, he slowly slid off his pants and boxers. He stood before me completely naked, clearly tense, his eyes fixed on the floor.
Meanwhile, I took off my T-shirt and pants, leaving me in black, tight-fitting boxers.
“Okay,” I said calmly, picking up my notebook.
“Stand up straight, legs slightly apart. Breathe normally.”
I walked up to him and touched his shoulders with my hands. His skin was warm and tense. I moved my hands slowly over his shoulders, chest, and stomach, commenting in a professional tone:
“Muscles at rest... even tension... steady breathing.”
Jake was silent, trying to calm down, but I could see him trembling slightly.
Desire was buzzing in my head, even though on the outside I looked like a calm researcher.
Every inch of his body begged for more.
I crouched in front of him with my notebook in hand, but in reality, I was barely focusing on pretending to be professional. Jake stood straight, naked, still slightly tense, and I slowly moved my hands over his thighs. His skin was hot, his muscles tense as strings.
“Okay... breathe deeply,” I said in a calm, scientific tone. “I want to check your muscles' reaction to a change in stimulus.”
My fingers slowly moved higher, toward the inside of his thighs. I could see his body reacting, his muscles trembling with uncontrollable tension. His nipples were clearly hardened on his chest, and his breathing was becoming heavier.
“Matt...” His voice trembled as I touched places that no one but his girlfriend had ever touched. “This is... a little weird.”
I looked up at him, keeping my expression perfectly calm. “Relax. It's a natural bodily reaction to stimulation. Breathe. Don't think about it.”
He swallowed, nodded, trying to comply. He stood in front of me, tense, his eyes fixed on the wall, as if trying to pretend it was still just a project.
My hands moved even higher, almost brushing against his crotch. And then it happened, his cock twitched and within seconds it became rock hard, rising sharply. Jake froze, red as a beet.
“Fuck...” he hissed, covering himself with his hands. “Matt, I didn't... it's not like that, I didn't mean to...”
I calmly placed my hand on his wrists and pulled them aside. “Don't be ashamed. It's a completely normal physiological reaction. Your body is simply responding to stimuli. It has nothing to do with... anything else.”
His breathing quickened even more, but he didn't protest.
I knew I had just crossed the first boundary, and even if he felt it, he couldn't back out now.
I calmly wrote a few words in my notebook, as if everything was under control, while only one thought pulsed in my head:
Jake is starting to react exactly as I wanted him to.
I stood right in front of him, and his cock was hard, tense, rising toward my hand as if inviting me. Jake stood motionless, clearly embarrassed, red up to his neck.
“Matt...” he managed, taking a step back. “I don't think... we should...”
I interrupted him in a calm, cool tone. “It's just science. Now I need to test the maximum response of your nervous and muscular systems. There's nothing wrong with that, Jake. Your body speaks for itself.”
He looked at me for a moment, as if searching my face for confirmation that it was true. Finally, he nodded, though his eyes still showed embarrassment.
I slowly raised my hand and wrapped it around his cock. It was hot, pulsing in time with his racing heart. Jake held his breath and his hips jerked reflexively.
“Abdominal muscles… tense,” I murmured softly, sliding my hand up and down his hard shaft. “Heart rate spiking… nerve response extremely strong…”
“Matt... oh, fuck...” he moaned, closing his eyes.
I quickened my movements, feeling his whole body tremble. His thighs were tense, his toes curled in a helpless spasm, and his head fell back.
“It's natural, Jake. Don't fight it. Let your body respond.” My words were calm, but underneath them lay a desire he couldn't see.
A few seconds later, his hips jerked violently, and I felt a hot stream of cum spilling over my hand. Jake let out a loud moan, trembling like after an intense workout, then went still, panting heavily.
I let him go slowly, reached for my notebook, and wrote down a few seemingly indifferent words. “Reaction recorded. Excellent result.” I looked at him with cool calm. “That's all for today.”
Jake sat on the couch, dazed and embarrassed, trying to convince himself that it was still just an experiment.
And I knew one thing: I had just broken his first barrier.
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