A seersucker outfit so thin it leaves nothing to the imagination. A crowded elevator full of wandering hands. A massage room designed for watching—bright lights, floor-to-ceiling mirrors, and cameras. Brad is learning fast that at Milk Me Company, nothing is what it seems… and the Persian masseur behind that door may already know what he wants.
Brad, the new Office Boy, is determined to do everything right. The athletic men at the Milk Me Company seem friendly, helpful, and very interested in him. When rugby captain Tony calls him down to the shipping department, Brad follows—never realizing how closely the entire building has been watching, or the charged encounter waiting downstairs.
Brad shows up to the gym in almost nothing—and ends up on display. Men circle. Smirks replace smiles. His flushed face and obvious arousal become part of the workout. They correct his form, comment on his body, decide what he wears. Back in his apartment, bent forward and claimed, Brad finally understands: He is the building’s favorite tenant.
An American college wrestling champ lands in Sydney for his first day at Milk Me Company—only to realize the job is more than business. Watching eyes, testing hands, and Mike’s quiet control pull Brad into a world where strength is admired, limits are tested, and being chosen means surrendering to it.
A discreet Sydney tailor shop becomes the stage where the Office Boy is measured, admired, and quietly claimed. Under hot lights and knowing eyes, Brad learns this fitting is about far more than clothes. Power shifts with every command, control tightens, and he steps fully into his role as the Chosen Jock—seen, shaped, and proudly owned.
Brad arrives in Sydney for his new job, excited and unsure. Everything is ready for him—the apartment, the clothes, the attention. The men around him treat him like someone chosen. Brad trusts them, still innocent to what this role will ask of him, as he begins to realize he is being shaped for something more.
Brad leaves Coach Franco’s weekend of cameras, toys, and breeding to fly first-class to Sydney. Alone in the upper cabin, he discovers the crew already knows his name—and his purpose. Their hungry stares and careful touches turn the flight into a private initiation—Brad’s body offered, admired, and tested—proof he was born to be Mike’s Chosen One.
Pulse exploded with sound and color as Coach Franco guided me inside, his grip sure, his intent clear. Every head turned. The lights caught each line of my body—tight tank, sheer pants, red jock beneath. My heartbeat matched the bass; my body felt alive. That night, I wasn’t just watched—I was claimed, the athlete on display.
Packing day in Philly explodes into temptation when Brad’s coaches arrive. Encouraged to slip into his skimpy G-string and bow tie, the young wrestling champ is teased, handled, and worshipped by older jocks. What starts with boxes becomes an unforgettable scene of lust, exposure, and Brad proving he’s truly the Chosen Jock.
Outside, I recognize the quiet voices to be Nico and Robbie. I could see through the darkness two figures that appeared to be watching and filming with their phones near the pool. I felt their eyes on me, cameras lit, taking in every intimate moment, every inch of my athletic body as Carlos fucked me. They were quiet, but I knew they were there.
Nico took the honor of parading me, and my wet leaking erected cock, around to the different groups. The kissing promotion was growing to be a large success as men were paying several hundred dollars for a long-lasting kiss with me.
Brad is the embodiment of athletic charm and beauty--22, college wresting champion, with a chiseled frame and a sparkle in his eye. As the Chosen Jock for the office, he doesn't just turn heads--he owns every room he walks into. Handpicked to be the team's office boy, Brad quickly becomes the centerpiece of the company.
Brad is the embodiment of athletic charm and beauty--22, college wresting champion, with a chiseled frame and a sparkle in his eye. As the Chosen Jock for the office, he doesn't just turn heads--he owns every room he walks into. Handpicked to be the team's office boy, Brad quickly becomes the centerpiece of the company.
Scott's words and Rico's mouth quickly moved me to climax and release my cum. It did not take long as I still was so horny from the events that took place a few minutes earlier in Scott's office. This was indeed a beautiful day for me. I was beginning to believe that the club's employees felt the same way about me. I also think many of the muscular men working out in the health club enjoyed my exhibitionism troubles that appear to blossom in ...
Taking the idea, I stood in front of the brightly lit mirror and did the best I could to cover myself with this small towel. However, I had a difficult time trying to tie the two ends together as the towel was a bit smaller than I had hoped it would be. In fact, the only position that I could place the over lapping ends was in front of me which defeated the purpose to use the towel in the first place as I hoped it would cover my dripping full ...