Deleted Member Posted October 6 We met in the gym. It was an odd place for a first time meeting. let alone not even a date. I was obliged to sell some art and some erotic stories and had reached out for this man due to his online presence. I was well aware that i needed money and with the rise of alternative technology, the market for erotic artists was waning. I had written him that i had been a live nude model at some time, which was the truth, and had sent some tasteful nudes with the mail. It had worked. i was always good at this kind of strategy. I recognized him directly from the photos, a grey fox, but a bulky and strong one, much taller than me. He comes toward me and says:” I been expecting you. You are late.” “Srry,” I say .” The bus was running late. “Of course, “ He answers with a hint of arrogance. “I am Raoul.” He says. “ Jake,” I answer. “We already know from the mail conversations. Nice to meet you.” He looks at me. “ I can see you have lost a bit of muscle.” “I been training other stuff, “ I say. “The photos were just to determine I have experience in other erotic arts. I think it will help making the texts much more accessible.” “Might be. “ he says. Might be not. “Erotic literature on the sites we host is like fast food. The less you expect, the better your experience will be. You may learn to not overdo it.” I realize there are only 3 people sitting at the bar in the small area at the entrance. They are watching us. He follows my gaze. “This early there is only staff here. Noone will see you running the circle course naked.” I laugh. “ That’s good. But I have clothes with me, so no need. “ He takes me by the arm and leads me towards the training area, there are benches on the side. “You can undress here.” “OK, so we do some exercise and then we talk about the conditions of launching the texts?” I ask. “We talk about conditions after you undress.” He says as if talking to a child. I start to undress, my t-shirt and trousers and socks until I stand I front of him in my underwear. “ You will need to shower. But of course not in your underwear. “ I am starting to feel uncomfortable. He approaches me from behind and pulls my slip down. Then he just tears if off to the side so that I am standing fully naked in front of the others watching. With a swift motion, he pulls his knee up and presses it into my ass, then slightly ***s my legs apart and a with a bit of *** kicks me lightly into the testicles from behing. “Hey,” I protest. “That was rude.” He smiles at me with a quiet, confident smile, that knows he is much bigger and stronger than me. I am used to standing naked in front of people by ways of live nude sessions back then, but this is a bit different. I realize I played him and he played me with a much more confident card. “Hands behind head.” He says. I follow his command. I can see the 3 others coming forward. I am standing with my arms behind my back, feeling like being presented on a horsemarket. “Its not a very good form.” Raoul says. “I´m out of real hard training for some time.” I say. “But what is going on here, that is not what we are here for, is it?” He just says nothing and keeps watching me. The other 3 bring chairs and sit down, looking at me. Nothing happens. I can still feel his knee in my sac, I see his eyes over me, assessing what is there and whats not. Then I feel my penis rising in front of him. I cannot do anything against it. His dark eyes make me nervous. It keeps going up until I am fully erect, much bigger than it originally looks. “OK, that Is good. You played, but the pictures were right. Bit small flaccid, but when it goes the form Is very good. Interesting. “ He stands up and goes around me. “Good form for standards. We have no use for standards.” He takes my chin and holds it up, looking at my face. “You look like shit compared to what you have to be if you want to be with me. This is just 10 percents about texts. This is 30 percent about your face and 60 about your ass, and 200 that there are people who would call this a rugged good look and like your face.” “What?” I ask confused? “Don’t play dumb with me.” He says impatient. “You did not think you will get any footing in this crowded market when there is no one wanting to fuck you. At your age, you will have an uphill battle you will never win.” I listen to him. He continues. “ I can see you been training all your life. We want you as a writer for some concepts, those where good. You will also do what you did in the past one last time. Train, until I say you are ready, and then we have you for a good rows of videos and a bit of art making use of this rugged looks.” He smiles. “Gonna be a long road. You are very tight, I could feel that. You will be taking a lot of training on the anus. “ One of the guys behind him giggles. “And you will be doing as I say. I say it to you early, there are some who saw your photos who will be pissing in your face on cam. And you will be feeling quite some amount of physical stress in some situations as you will be prepared to take some serious cocks.” He looks at me a bit in doubt. “ “You do not have the greatest frame. “ Some cock you will be riding might be as about the size of your thigh.” I don’t know what to say. “Run,” He says. I presume he means running on the spot and start to run naked in front of them. Its true that I need an opportunity and am in a bad spot, and that he obviously knows that. One of them, a fat one with a black hoodie, laughs at me.” Bought, that’s a great faggot run:” He takes out his phone and starts filming me naked, running on the spot with an erection. I realize I have started to get into a bit of hopping around more than running as my testicles hurt where Raoul kicked me. I get way to red in the face and try to get back to a normal run, hoping not to look as ridiculous as I am feeling right now. Raoul looks back to them. He laughs. “Gonna be a great faggot run.” In time I will learn that a faggot run is when he likes to watch you running on the spot after either having fucked you or having commanded you to be fucked with a very big tool, he loves this degrading exercise which he calls “Faggot run.” “And you will be doing what I order.” He says.” When I see you are not good with a camera yet I organize some live streams for you to get comfortable with it, when I see you are not stretched enough I get you a tool to do the job.” I stop and pant, catching my breath. “Srry, this is ridiculous. I cant do that. Just how much *** do you think I will be suffering for a chance like this?” He looks at me thoughtfully.” Really, is that so? Did you not write you worked in mid tier jobs? Meaning you get degraded to a lower level when you do not pass sales? Get dragged in front of a small fat lady with bug eyes who tells you you did not make the numbers for probation while the numbers where never reachable on purpose? And then the next fat lady at the next job will ask you why you did not pass probation? And if you should survive by accident 15 years in this machine going maybe 55 they will order you into HR office telling you you have somehow lost your touch and are becoming a burden, which is translation for you are becoming to expensive and we need to get a trainee to do your job so the next suit responsible for that can go up a floor into an office with a broader desk.” He smiles at me, I have not idea what my face is displaying right now but its apparently not nice. He enjoys it immensely. I already hate him right now. “is that really more humiliating when I have you be placed on a giant toy with the world watching how you ride it on camera so they can be entertained? At least the giant Dildo wont be laughing at your back on your way to HR, and the people watching will laugh at your face. Is that really so much different?” I stare at his dark handsome face completely perplexed and already defeated, by time, the changing tide and him.
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