Once I got there, I walked up the front path to Roy's house. It was the biggest house in town, a total mansion. I rang the doorbell, and Roy opened the door with a smug look on his face. He was wearing the same clothes as the day before, minus the football pads.
"Come on in, fag. We have the place to ourselves, since my parents are gone for a couple weeks," he said, like we were friends hanging out. "Good thing, because we can use the whole house for our photoshoot."
"I just want this thing off me, man," I begged.
"And it will be, if you do what I tell you to."
He led me upstairs to what appeared to be his parents bedroom.
"Okay, fag," he said as he opened a drawer. "Which panties do you want to use first?"
"Panties? I'm not wearing fuckin' panties!"
"Do you want it off, or not?"
"Fine," I said, and grabbed a pair of blue lace underwear. "Let's get this over with."
He smirked, and made me strip right there.
"Yup, take all off. Now put these on and go pose on the bed." As I started dutifully walking over, I heard the repeated sound of him taking pictures on his phone.
"Aw fuck, Carter, man, your ass looks better than my ex's!"
"Fuck off, dude, and fuck you for making me do this. It's hella gay!" Roy didn't respond, but kept taking photos and muttering about how hot my ass looked. He made me pose like a model on the bed, and smile at the camera like a slut. I felt dirty, and wrong. I couldn't believe I was doing this. Then, he pulled a lollipop out of his pocket, and tossed it to me.
"Here, slut. Suck on this for the camera." And he moved closer, taking photos from above me on the bed. I unwrapped the lollipop (cherry flavored) and put it in my mouth. He posed himself so his cleats and shorts were in the shot, and pushed my head towards his crotch. He smelled like day old sweat, and a manly work out musk that I hadn't smelled very often because I was a swimmer
"This is so gay," I muttered around the lollipop. "And you stink."
"Hey, you're the one doing it," Roy snarked back. "And you'll grow to like it." I didn't have a response for that.
After an hour or so of taking photos, Roy seemed satisfied. He had made me pose on the bed, in the shower, in the pool, and on his truck in the garage. That one was the weirdest, because when I laid down in the bed, I started to get hard but couldn't because of the cage. I didn't know why, but then Roy noticed and laughed. He told me he had laced the lollipop with Viagra, just to see what would happen. I called him an asshole, but he just laughed.
Eventually, he finished with the photos.
"Okay, fag, we're done. You can leave," he said.
"Wait, what about our deal!?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah. I don't really feel like unlocking you yet," he said, with that grin I was growing to hate.
"Fuck you man! You said you would." I yelled.
"Sheesh, calm down," he said mockingly, "You could probably persuade me."
"How?" I demanded.
"Just suck my dick."