Part 1 of "A Private Collection"
"Looking good, Troy!"
I smiled proudly at the person that happened to walk by right as I'd taken my shirt off and turned on my phone camera to make a quick progress video in front of the mirror. My social media had taken off quite nicely lately, and I needed to upload frequent updates and a thirst trap here and there to keep viewers engaged.
Muscles flexed one way and the other, arms first, then back, legs, and torso. One after the other, I curled and hardened the different areas for those interested in the broader aesthetic, which was the considerable majority. No doubt, there would be a long list of private texts responding to stories or commenting, asking about tips and workout advice. Diet, effort, and loads of obsession over looks were the only secret.
At twenty-two years of age, I'd spent the last four years, my entire adult life, working on my body. Suffice it to say; I was proud of my work. Having sacrificed friendships, time, and lately, grades, sometimes I couldn't help but wonder if it was the right thing.
However, those thoughts were quickly discarded when I looked back in the mirror. My arms swole, showing a thick bulge, while my legs were massive logs that could easily crush a watermelon. I knew they could. I'd done it already. The views had been insane. The three pairs of abs I now flexed had been the hardest to achieve in my short gym career. Genetics didn't seem to favor me in that regard, instead overcompensating on the chest department.
The main attraction for a loud minority of my followers, my pecs popped from my torso prominently, giving me a satisfying inverted triangle shape that was more of a T than a triangle. I'd felt insecure when they first flourished, trying to compensate in a million different ways with bogus diets and dangerous exercises to tone them down and assimilate them more into my figure. None of it had worked. After some time, I decided to embrace it. They weren't big in the sense of covering a lot of area; more like they were sharply defined and bulged out of my chest by at least a few inches. With nipples hanging at the base of them, a small group of followers had taken to affectionately call them "daddy milkers".
There wasn't a soul left in the locker room. I'd probably lost track of time again and it was the middle of the night. I couldn't check while the camera was on, but before I turned it off, I had to give the fans what they were supporting me for. Some of them at least.
My phone went up for a shot from above, where my chest would clearly show its bulge, taking on a particular silhouette from that angle. I'd wink, stick out my tongue and do whatever other expression I had gotten used to doing. Right after that, I'd take down the camera, right to my waist, for a more mature take. The cringy silliness of it all had washed off a long time ago, allowing me to put on a more serious appearance, demanding respect and all that stuff. None of it was real anyways.
Finally turning off the camera, I spent the next few minutes adding the final touches, uploading, and only then checking the time. It was indeed the middle of the night. And I had Math class first time tomorrow. Shit.
Rushing, I took a shower as fast as I could and marathoned my way back to the dorm. Right before falling asleep, I scolded myself, knowing lack of sleep was harmful to my sculpting plans.
Sitting quietly at the back of the class, Leon held his breath, trying to contain the quickly growing excitement between his legs as he watched the class hunk walk through the door. He looked tired. The dark bags under his eyes suggested a sleepless night, which, judging by the time of his last social media post, seemed like a good guess.
A white shirt with a leather jacket on top and worn out jeans made up the hunk's cliched look. It was admittedly simple, but also very effective in making Leon's mind fly with a million different ways in which he would love to strip the guy down.
One whole month of planning. Today was the day. Ever since the semester begun and Leon had laid eyes on Troy, his target had been set. A social media junky to add to Leon's eclectic collection of hunks.
Secretly, under several levels of security, there was a folder in Leon's phone containing dozens of videos. Countless men he had met during the three years he had been in college for. All of them enjoying different levels of humiliation, depending on Leon's attraction. There were big hunks reduced to moaning bitches, spreading their cheeks for Leon to fuck full of cum. There were straight, handsome men that had been convinced to fuck the twink instead. Lingerie, toys, public, threesomes. It was a big campus, and men these days were far too fixated on their looks.
Troy was one of those men. He would be a unique addition. A flawless body worthy of the best modeling agencies out there with a massive set of pecs that Leon had fantasized about more times in the last month than he would ever care to admit. He had to have him.
Leon himself wasn't ugly by any means, but he also didn't have the time or the need to sculpt his body into a Greek statue. He was an above average looking twink. His secret, however, was his bottomless bank account. Son to a filthy rich family, one of those in which money stops making sense as a concept because it has never and will never be an issue. That was the one key he ever needed to get whatever he wanted.
Messy blonde, slightly long hair fixed in a carefully curated way framed Leon's sharp features. Big glasses with a thick frame completed the nerdy look he so loved to present for his videos. After all, what better fantasy than the nerdy, skinny kid getting to fuck the buff social media model in front of a camera?
After knocking on Troy's door, a minute or two might've gone buy before the tall hunk opened the door with a sleepy face and a groggy voice. It was the middle of the night, but the next day was a Saturday.
"Hey, Leon, right?"
Leon's heart skipped a beat.
"Yeah, sorry to bother you," he answered, trying his best to divert his focus from the guy's piercing green eyes and the sexy short brown hair. Only, that turned out to be a terrible idea, as looking down, he noticed Troy was, in fact, shirtless, showing off his man tits and a beautifully sculpted six pack.
"No worries, I've been sleeping since noon anyway. What's up?"
"I have something kind of important to tell you, do you mind if I come in?"
There was a look of surprise in the hunk's face for a moment, but, thankfully, curiosity got the best of him. He stepped aside and indicated for Leon to come in. The smile on the twink's face went unnoticed.
"Sorry, forgot to throw something on," Troy had seemingly become aware of his naked torso.
"Don't worry about it. I need you to listen to me first anyway," Leon stopped him with a tone and words he had used dozens of times before.
