Powerless to resist Daddy’s desires
Marco pretty much had enough of seeing vapid models with perfect chins today. He was never ever going to find the perfect boy for his client’s underwear shoot. His secretary stuck her head in, “Mr. Kittridge? There’s another model here, the agency sent him at the last minute.”
Marco almost sent him home, but squeezed the bridge of his nose and said, “He better be hot, send him in.”
“Erm…hello?”
The recruiter looked up and ogled the young creature slinking ito his office. He seemed to have brought a fresh breeze in with him, his words were so light and airy. He was gorgeous, curvy in the right places and a bit vulpine in his looks.
“Pose for me.” Marco demanded, not even caring about his name.
The model smirked at him and discarded his shirt, then toured around Marco’s office using every piece of furniture as a prop. Marco watched him bend over, stick his ass out, cross his legs, suck on his finger… oh he knew exactly what he was doing, and Marco’s quickening pulse attested to that.
After fifteen minutes of this, he told the lad to stop and stand there. He walked over to the model and pinched his chin, pulling it upwards. “You want to be ravished, don’t you?”
“I want the job,” he said, licking his lower lip.
“Fuck, you got the job the second you walked in here boy, but I see that bulge in your pants and I have a feeling it’s not the job that’s doin that. You’re all worked up, forget to masturbate this morning?”
His eyes were bright and glazed over. “Why don’t you check?”
And there went Marco’s professional decorum. He pulled the model close, devouring his mouth and lips then trailing kisses down his chin. The nameless siren groaned in his ear as Marco’s hands rounded his waist and slid down his pants. The model pressed against his leg and the recruiter felt a cock hard as an unripe banana press into his thigh. He unzipped the boy’s jeans and reached in to cup his package clothed in a jockstrap.
“Looks like you did forget.”
He got a whimper in response. Marco dragged the model over to his desk and made a quick call to his secretary not to bother him. Now, they were truly alone. Marco unraveled the lad, first with his hands and his mouth trailing down his neck until his exposed sex organs were red and dripping. He stepped back and admired that sight, wishing he had a camera. Stunning. He existed to be put in front of a photographer’s lens. Marco slid a condom over his own engorged cock and fucked that boy’s ass until he was positive the entire office could hear that model screams of bliss as he rode it back, demanding to be done harder. Well, if Marco’s staff didn’t know he was gay, they would now.
That whirlwind meeting turned out to be a fruitful relationship for them both – the promiscuous young man that walked into Marco’s casting office that day wound up as Male Underwear Model of the Year 2008. Rumors flew abound over his dirty relationship with his recruiter, that they had been caught fooling around in limos, in restaurant bathrooms, in hotel hallways. They denied everything of course… but the hickies and the way the model walked told another story. Of course, it didn’t help that he never called the man “Marco”, but always “Daddy”.
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Rest of the photoset with names is here. I didn’t find that link until after I wrote my story so the similar plot is a coincidence.