I had recovered emotionally from my recent car ride with Harrison and Callie. The scenario spelled out in the file Harrison had given me was indeed extreme. It involved a bit of public exhibitionism as well as some degree of physical abuse. I sensed that both Harrison and Callie were hot for me. Although I wasn't thrilled by Harrison getting so physical with me, I wanted to fuck Callie so bad that the very thought always gave me an instant hard-on.
Remembering how her pussy juices flowed down my cock shaft when she pressed against me in the limo had me beating off in bed at night. I confess to watching myself in the mirror above my bed. I had to have her; no matter what perverted things Harrison wanted to do to me. The money he was offering was jaw-dropping. It was to be in cash and untraceable. I would definitely need a safe. My income from my day job and acting/modeling gigs was all taxed and properly reported. If I didn't go on any wild sprees the IRS would never know about my sex windfall.
I really wanted to talk with my landlady Vera or my agent Shirley, about whether Harrison was dangerous or anything but I had signed a nondisclosure agreement so that was out. I had no doubt Harrison would sue me. I wondered just how much sexual kink it would take to satisfy Harrison and, more importantly, Callie.
Setting that up would have to wait. My boss, Jane, had finally given me a window of time to do the final tests of the chastity cage remote control program. I arranged a Zoom meeting with my buddy, Tim. I caught him finishing up a naked workout in his garage gym.
"Hey Tim; you're looking pretty good there! Glad to know you still like to show off!"
Tim and I were of very similar build and size, even down to our 'equipment', although mine was a tad longer and thicker. Tim's jet black hair and brown eyes were a contrast to my golden blue-eyed-blondness. He was also more hirsute than I, but he looked as though his body hair had been trimmed down a bit. He was laughing.
"I'm trying to stay in shape like my good friend the famous Hollywood model!"
"You're looking a bit less hairy there. What's going on?"
"Oh yeah, I am. My new girlfriend likes me trimmed. She does it herself and it REALLY turns her on. After a trimming session she really shows her appreciation! Know what I mean? Now your email said you had a gig of some sort for me?"
"I've been working on some software programs, as you know. My bosses also run a division that deals with adult toys. I've created a program that lets you access a certain adult item from a remote location, as long as the control is hardwired to the computer station you want to control."
"Cool, but how does that involve me?'
"My boss wants to try controlling three remotes from 3 different locations. Her husband will be at one location, I will be at a second location, and she wants a man at a third location as well. That will be you."
"Well, what is this item?"
"It's a...chastity cage. It vibrates and can be used to 'edge' a man while his junk is confined."
"Dude, I occasionally enjoy a bit of bondage, but I'm not really into sex toys."
"Take some of our favorite Chinese herbs and you won't care. You'll be paid for your time."
"Even so...I'm not sure..."
"Dude, if it weren't for me you'd be a cornerstone in some building in Nevada. You owe me!"
Tim was none too pleased that I reminded him about his predicament with the lady mob boss, the Godmother. He reluctantly agreed.
"That's good, Tim. I'll let my boss know so she can overnight the stuff to you. She wants to do it the day after tomorrow. I'm not sure, but there might be some bondage involved. As you just said, you like bondage."
I signed off before Tim could make any protests.
I was working on some innocuous software program for the non-x-rated division of my job when my agent, Shirley, called.
"Darling, I've just seen some of the proofs from the photo shoot! They're just GORGEOUS! I wouldn't be surprised if a few more fashion photographers came clamoring for you! I'll email you a couple of the shots. You'll of course get some copies of the magazine when it's published. And I'll email the shooting schedule for 'Vampire Vixens'. Rusty Myerson's stuff is schlock, but it pays well. He's a strange man, but if he likes your work it could mean more jobs for you. His leading ladies are always very voluptuous. I'm sure you'll enjoy being naked around them."
Now I had dates for the chastity cage test and the movie shoot. I remembered to call Elsie the decorator. She wanted me to let her know when she could finish the rest of my apartment. I figured that the day of the movie shoot would be good as I'd likely be out all day. I remembered how Elsie had dragged me into the shower and shaved my ass smooth; and how she rimmed me and sucked my dick dry. I wondered what it would take to get her to reveal the person who was paying for my apartment to be decorated.
Thinking about how expertly she tongued my hairless hole and deep-throated my cock got the blood flowing to my groin. As my manhood began to swell and lengthen I put my hand down the front of my sweats and gave my cock a few strokes. Just as I figured I'd go ahead and crank one out, the email came from Shirley.
The pictures of the photo shoot were amazing. I didn't recognize myself. I had never seen my face and body look so hot; it was a CFNM lovers dream. There I was this hot guy, completely naked and being displayed for a beautiful bride who was treating him like a sex object. This looked more like something from that old magazine 'Playgirl' than a fancy French fashion magazine.
In the shots of me in the bathroom shaving, my body almost shimmered. The shots of Sherri, the bride, and me rolling around looked playful and sensual. I was surprised that the shots of her depantsing me, revealing my semi-hard-on looked classy rather than pornographic. The shot of me standing with a full hard-on and being spritzed by champagne were the most surprising. You had to look very closely to see my cock through the spray of champagne. If you did look that closely you couldn't miss how big and hard it looked. Well they say the camera adds size. I wondered if the picture had been photo shopped to hide my erection a bit so it wouldn't look like porn.
Remembering how both the make-up girl and the model had milked my cock was more than I could take. I shucked off my clothes and grabbed some baby oil and poppers. I quickly set up the photos to run as a slide show on my work station.
I was feeling super horny and super kinky as well. I turned on the computer camera so that I could watch myself on the large screen. I grabbed the bondage chair and sat down. I put my swelling dick through the glory hole attachment. I restrained my ankles and one arm. With my free arm I slowly drizzled baby oil along my upper chest so that it trickled down my hard, flat pecs and flowed into my cum-gutter abs. I took a good hit of poppers and as the head rush hit, greased up my throbbing shaft. I felt insanely sexy. I pretended it was the make-up girl or the bride model's hand working my rock hard shaft.
I was mesmerized by the photos of myself. I glanced around the room and caught a glimpse of the body-cast sculpture that Circe had created of me. Another hit of poppers got the pre-cum flowing from my piss slit and making a small puddle on the seat of the chair. As I squirmed and flexed in the chair I could feel my muscles pumping up. My free hand roamed over my body, kneading my thighs, thumping on my pecs, exploring my shredded abs and even stroking my face. My cock and balls barely fit through the glory hole. The shaft and mushroom head were swollen, taught and shiny. I could feel my dick jump and twitch with every heart beat.
The realization hit me that I was totally turned-on by worshipping my own body! It freaked me out a bit so I stopped what I was doing. Jacking off to pictures of me just seemed wrong somehow. I figured I'd better cool it; besides I had to be horny for the chastity cage test soon. I was so involved admiring my body and playing with my cock that I didn't hear that someone had entered my apartment and was watching me.
"If this is how you spend your spare time you'd better start locking your door. Someone might come in and ravish you."
It was Victoria. She was wearing tight black leather pants that clearly showed her 'camel-toe' and a stretchy black top with a large cut-out over the center of her breasts. The top managed to squeeze her breasts together to reveal some mouth watering cleavage. She was also wearing a bright purple wig that looked like a mass of cotton candy.
"I...I didn't hear you come..."
"I was coming to see you. Vera was coming out the gate as I approached."
I started to unshackle myself from the bondage chair.
"Oh no...stay in the chair. You're quite pretty all oiled up and in bondage. I was hoping to chat with you but this is an unexpected treat. And I love the way your cock looks trapped in that glory hole attachment. Let's get that free arm shackled too."
Victoria walked over to the chair and restrained the free hand I had been using to jack myself off. She then sat in the chair facing me with her legs spread wide, straddling my thighs. Her crotch was pressed against my protruding hard-on, pressing it straight up, crushing it between her crotch and the metal glory hole. She leaned close and planted tiny kisses on my face, neck and shoulders as she spoke.
"As you know, I have little respect for men and even less need for them physically. However, I have decided that I want your cock inside me. I love the way you look in bondage. Watching you in pain makes my clit tingle."
She grabbed my head and roughly forced her tongue inside my mouth. I could barely breathe.
"I wish I had thought to bring my leather flog along. Even the thought of flogging you is making me wet."
Sweat was forming on her breasts. Some droplets trickled down into her cleavage. She began slowly grinding her crotch against my trapped cock. I thought I would go crazy.
"I have to ask you some serious questions. Do you want to put your dick inside me and fuck me?"
All I could do was babble incoherently while nodding my head.
"What I want will involve bondage, some pain and perhaps a bit of public humiliation. Are you willing to do whatever I want?"
I could feel gobs of pre-cum erupting from my piss slit. My voice was a hoarse whisper.
"Yes...yes...anything you desire. I want to worship you with my cock."
"That's what I like to hear. There's a big fetish party coming up in a few months. It will involve some cosplay. Seeing you like this has given me some deliciously deviant ideas. But first I want to find out how you perform for Callie and Harrison. I know them well. If you can handle what they have in mind for you I'll consider you man enough to pleasure me."
Victoria got up from the chair and took a few steps back. She stood there, just looking at me. The camera was still on and I could see myself on the computer monitor. Sweat was pouring down every taught, ripped muscle in my body. My cock was throbbing and pre-cum was flowing from my piss slit like lava. The expression on my face and in my eyes was wild and depraved. Victoria's face held a similar expression. Silently she moved toward the chair and knelt in front of my twitching, jerking cock. She placed her tongue under the swollen, shiny head and licked, just once.
4 or 5 huge jets of hot jizz erupted from my cock with so much force that the bondage chair almost fell over. Victoria laughed.
"If you expect to pleasure me, or for that matter Callie, you'd better last a lot longer than that, buster!"
She pulled a small wad of bills out of her pocket and arranged them on my oiled, sweaty torso so that they stuck to me. Still laughing, she dashed out of my apartment. I extricated myself from the chair and ran to the bathroom for a cold shower.
