(Mm, dom, slow)
A Male Model's Journey to Submission - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
- Hustling
The fashion model Juan still travelled to remote locations to do photo gigs for big brands in spectacular environments. He did as he always did, escaped the social gatherings. He didn't like the gossip within the fashion communities about different persons or questions about his own everyday life.
In bed alone in a five-star hotel, he was actually longing to get back to Mr. West and the mansion. He had never felt at home anywhere, not even in the big flat he had lived in until recently. But he wanted the attention he got, the no nonsense attitude from the men. Their appreciation and obvious delight when they could fuck him.
And Juan noticed how he increasingly loved being in the hands of strong men who wanted him, demanded him, yes, took control over his body regardless of what he thought about it. He had been annoyed at how they took him for granted, but now he understood what was happening in those moments. They interpreted Juan's passivity as his acceptance. And he now recognized they were right.
And why was he accepting the treatment? Because he previously had no idea how nice it was to be fucked this way. It had surprised him how good it felt when men filled his pussy with their cocks. He hadn't thought about where his erogenous zones were. And his ass was at least as sensitive as his cock.
Back home he worked out in the basement. One the afternoon Mr. West told him to tag along. They ended up in the agency's office. The man pointed at a chair as he walked to the other side of the desk and started making phone calls.
Then the man calls in the clerk who had his desk outside his office. It was a young, cute guy, about 20 yo. Mr. West told him he wanted a contract sent by courier to a client.
"But first I want you to help me with this", the man said and put a hand on his crotch. To Juan's astonishment the young guy kneeled and opened Mr. West pants and pulled his cock out. Then he lowered his head to take it in his mouth.
Mr. West looked at Juan. "He is good".
It shocked Juan even more when he realized he felt a strong sense of jealousy. This guy did what he, Juan, was supposed to do! What the fuck! How could he feel something like this? Juan's heart was pounding hard.
Mr. West saw the turmoil in Juan's mind. "Matthew", the man said and the guy lifted his head off the hard cock. "I think Juan here want to take your place. I can let you fuck him instead. Is it okay with you?"
Matthew looked over the desk at Juan. He smiled. "I would gladly fuck him, he's a star model, isn't he?"
"Yes. A valuable part of my business." Mr. West gestured with his hand for Juan to come up to him.
Confused, angry and embarrassed, Juan walked forward.
While Matthew still was on his knees, Mr. West said to Juan, "strip for us".
Juan undressed. "Wow, he's hot as hell", Matthew said.
"Take Matt's place", the man said to Juan. Matthew stood up and Juan kneeled.
"Pull your cock out and let Juan suck it hard", Mr. West said to Matthew and the guy did. Juan had fucked twinks like this, but now he put his head in around a twink's cock and sucked him.
"Now take care of my cock and let Matthew inspect your ass", the man then said.
Juan put his mouth down over the man's cock and began to suck him. The clerk started to grope Juan's nice firm bum. Then Juan could feel how he spread his butt cheeks and moved a finger in the cleft up and down and especially over the ring-muscle. The guy then pushed his pants to his ankles and kneeled behind Juan.
Mr. West put his hands on Juan's head and pushed him down more, while Matthew pushed his cock into Juan's defenseless pussy. He began to fuck him eagerly.
"How is he?"
"Damn good. What a pussy!" the young man groaned. And slapped a butt cheek while fucking Juan hard. He was hot and eager, he sped up and filled Juan with his load. "Argh!"
Mr. West guided Juan's head from his cock to Matthew's. "Yeah, clean my cock, bitch", Matthew said. Then he pulled his pants up and left after thanking Mr. West for letting him try his new toy.
"I have a request from a perfume manufacturer who want to use you but wants some requirements met. One is that you let your hair grow out so you can have a ponytail. They love your Latin image, but longer hair."
Juan looked surprised.
"I told them we will let your hair grow, even if I don't like it", the man said without asking Juan what he thought about it.
"They want you to sign an agreement about it and that you do it without complain." The man pushed a paper over the desk. Juan looked at it and sign the promise to let his hair become long.
The next day Juan got a text, telling him to jog to the special place. He put a t-shirt, shorts and sneakers on and started jogging through the forest, with a detour to an open space with grass. On the way there, he found himself thinking about whom he would most like to meet. Was it Anthony, Brian or Greg? And why did he like the toughest and strongest of the men?
Five men were waiting in the forest clearing, all black. The only guy Juan knew by name was Demario. And he knew he had been fucked by two of the other guys, basket players. All five were tall and muscular and younger than himself.
"The boss wants us to exercise a particular part of your body", smiled Demario in triumph.
Another of them said aloud, "Your pink pussy!"
Eager hands were pulling the clothes off Juan. When he was nude, someone pulled his head down to his crotch. "Take my cock out and make it hard!"
As Juan did, another guy slapped his butt cheeks. "Shit! This tight bum makes me so damn hot!"
Soon Juan had one black cock penetrating his ass and another one pushing its way down his throat. He was beginning to cope with it. And even more than usual. He wanted to be used by hard cocks. He had learned to love it, he thought. Mr. West had gradually introduced him not only to become a bottom boy but also one who wanted to be manhandled and put in his place. Juan recognized that he really was enjoying these young men and their eagerness to use him.
Juan was lifted up, held under his arms from behind while the guy in front of him lifted Juan's legs up to his shoulders. The guy then moved close enough to push his long cock into the exposed pussy. As he slowly fucked Juan, their faces were close. The black guy smiled. "My name is Naeem", he said as his rod moved in and out of Juan. "Nice to meet you", he laughed. So did the other guys.
Naeem continued to move his hard cock in and out of the man pussy. For a moment he pushed in deep and stopped and leaned forward. He kissed Juan hard and quick. "You love this, don't you?"
Juan swallowed while looking into the eager, powered up eyes of Naeem as his cock claimed Juan's pussy. "We own you", he said.
He fucked Juan good. But suddenly Naeem was pushed aside. A new guy grabbed Juan's legs before they were down on the ground and lifted them up to his shoulders. While he pushed his cock into the wet hole, Juan noticed that this guy was even taller than the others. He had a serious expression as he hammered the hole hard.
"Do you want to know who is fucking you right now?" he asked still fucking Juan.
Juan whispered, "Yes".
But before he could answer, the guy holding Juan from behind interrupted them. "I can't hold him this way any longer", and put Juan to the grass.
Someone pulled Juan's shoulder back down to the ground and a third black guy grabbed Juan's legs, lifted them up and pushed them forward, double-folding Juan. And once again exposed his pussy hole. One of the guys moved his cock to it and let it sank into the passive jock.
"Shit! This pussy is damn good!" He fucked hard pushing Juan's legs down. Another guy slapped his cock against Juan's forehead and by reflex Juan turned his head up and back as he opened his mouth.
The guy laughed as he moved his cock into the waiting hole. "He is well trained, as you said Demario".
His cock was big and he pushed it deep into Juan's mouth. He was prompting Juan to take more of his cock, stretching the mouth wider. When his cockhead touched the entrance to the throat Juan tried to relax. But it was difficult as his other hole was pounded hard by another cock. And the other guys were groping Juan's naked body, pinching his nipples, squeezing his balls and slapping his hard cock.
The cock in his throat demanded access, pushing furthered made Juan gag and cough. Temporarily the cock was withdrawn. But as soon as Juan had got his breath back, the cock invaded his throat again, going deeper still.
While the guy tried to open Juan's throat, the other guys took turns fucking his ass.
Demario told the guy with his cock in Juan's mouth, "Ochai, go easy on him!", when Juan began to coughed up mucus. It ran down the side of his mouth and over his chest.
"I want to see my cock moving in his throat", Ochai answered in defiance and showed his eagerness to make Juan's throat a pussy.
"Okay, lets help him take it", Demario said. They stopped other activities and told Juan to relax.
Ochai moved his dick pass the entrance to the throat, while the other guys encouraged Juan, "You can take it. Show us how good you are".
When Juan gagged, Ochai pulled out and let Juan breath and cough out the phlegm. His eyes were tear-filled. But while lying on the grass on his back the black guys, gently caressed his arms, shoulder and legs.
"Mr. West will hear how you behaved, and I want to tell him you did good. But then you have to let us fuck you as we want", Demario said as he leaned forward over Juan's face.
Juan nodded. He didn't want to disappoint his man.
Ochai penetrated the mouth again and his cock passed the entrance to the throat and moved further than before. Drool and slobber dripped down over Juan's chin as he suddenly felt his face plastered in steel wool-like pubic hair. Ochai's entire black cock was lodged in Juan's throat.
"Shit! I'm in", the guy pulled back a short way only to push it all in again.
"Look, I can see the dick moving in the throat!", one of the guys said as Ochai started to fuck the throat in short thrusts.
"Fuck yeah!"
Juan couldn't see anything. Over his eyes hanged Ochai's ball sack. He tried to stay relaxed and waiting for Ochai to pull out enough for him to breathe. Juan was on his way to panic, before it happened.
Ochai didn't stop, he continued to fuck the throat. And someone lifted Juan's legs up again and pushed his cock into his ass. Juan was now fucked deeper than ever in both ends.
Someone started to lick and suck Juan's nipples. It felt surprisingly good to Juan.
Finally, Ochai pulled out. Through the tears Juan could see five smiling faces above him looking down on him lying on his back. "You're such a damn good bitch!" they laughed.
One guy lay down beside Juan. He jerked his cock as he looked at Juan and smiled. "I offer you a free ride".
Juan got help to move up on the big guy, one knee on each side of him. It felt good when he sank down on the hard pole. Juan lifted himself up a bit and then sank down on it again. When he got tiered the guy pulled Juan's upper body down so that Juan's chest was close to his.
Their faces were close. "It was nice to fuck you last time in the hotel. By the way, my name is Pierre", he said as he put his arms around Juan's torso.
Juan soon understood why. A second cock was poking at his already filled pussy. "Nooo..." Juan cried.
"Don't be shy. We knew you have been double-dicked before", Pierre said and kissed Juan on his lips. Juan responded and they continued to kiss as Juan felt his ring-muscle was stretched to the breaking point. The pain was sharp until the cockhead had passed further into Juan.
"Shit!"
"He has them both!"
The two dicks moved slowly in zig-zag pattern. Juan relaxed and was stuffed.
But then one guy lifted Juan's chin up with his hand. "I want your mouth. Open up."
Juan thought it was too much. But when he didn't comply and opened his mouth, the guy hit him hard over his face with an open hand. "We own you! Do it!!"
Defeated, Juan opened his mouth and a new black cock was pushed into it. As Juan was occupied by the guy in front of him, the two cocks in his pussy had started to move more. They fucked him.
And the guy in his mouth pushed past the entrance to his throat. It wasn't as long as the last one, but again he had pubic hair in his face.
"Look! Three cocks' ball-deep in the slut! You have to record this, Demario."
Juan could only imagine what was happening. Demario pulled out his cell phone and started to record.
"Move your cocks", Demario said as he pointed the camera to the three big guys fucking a photo model.
Juan could only see something moving beside him when Demario tried to get a closeup. Then Juan coughed and the guy pulled his cock out of the mouth. Now Juan had a camera in his face.
"Do you enjoy being fucked by three black cocks at the same time?" Demario asked.
Juan was defeated.
This position was grueling for all of them, so when Demario stopped filming, they pushed Juan back to the grass.
"On your hands and knees". The five guys, one by one, got down on their knees and fucked the pussy hole hard and dumped their seed into it.
One of them grabbed Juan, pulled him up, slapped his hard and unsatisfied cock playfully and then kissed him eagerly. "I fucking love to fuck you. I hope I can do it again soon".
"Come on Quincy", the other guys said as they walked away.
Juan had been gang-banged again. He felt empty. He wanted those cocks filling him up. He knew it was crazy, but he wanted to do it again.
While Juan jogged back to the mansion, Demario sent Mr. West the video of Juan being filled with three black cocks at the same time and looked happy.
That night Juan was in Mr. West's bed on his back. The man played with Juan's hard and unsatisfied cock after he had secured the heavy ball-stretcher in place.
"You look so good without body hair", he said as he released the cock and passed a hand over the skin now permanently cleared of pubic hair.
"I have received many inquiries about you since your wanking movie came out. My thought was to keep it within our business of fashion. But one persistent man I owe a favor wants to buy your body for an hour after he had seen you wank away."
Juan tensed, and looked up at the man.
"Did you... sell me as a whore?"
Mr. West grabbed the still hard cock and answered, "When you put it that way, yes I did."
"Nooo...." Juan was upset, but he didn't move. His cock remained hard.
"This body is an asset in more ways than on the catwalk. Many men want to come close."
Juan wanted to have sex, even raw and hard. But to be used as a whore not only made him feel cheap and shabby, it was also shameful and dishonorable.
He wanted to protest: "But-"
The man was prepared and squeezed his dick hard.
"Quiet!"
With his free hand, Mr. West grabbed the back of Juan's neck and pulled it forward. He kissed the jock intensely. When he felt Juan relaxed, he stopped kissing but kept hold of the neck. With his other hand he slowly wanked his hard dick.
"No grumble! The fact is that I will sell your body to men when I see fit." The man wanted to drive this point home so hard that his boy couldn't back out later.
"You can't do that!" Juan was upset again.
Mr. West gave Juan's face a hard slap with an opened hand. Then he hit him again, even harder.
From under the bed the man picked up a ball-gag and pushed it into Juan's mouth and secured it around his head.
"I already sell you by signing contracts for photo gigs regarding advertising and promotion. The difference in selling you for personal and intimate activities isn't that big."
The man moved a hand over Juan's stomach and chest, ignoring his pleading eyes.
Mr. West pinched a nipple, first playfully then harder. He looked Juan in his eyes with a serious stare.
"I will sell this body by the hour if it suits me. You're mine, remember. Don't wreck what we have here."
Tear filled Juan's eyes.
"And you are already a whore", the man said as he removed his hand from Juan's neck, lowering the head.
"Haamid paid to fuck you in the conference room. And he is willing to pay for a new encounter when he is back in town. But tomorrow you will spread your butt cheeks for another man who want you instead of the money I owe him."
Mr. West slowly began to wank Juan's cock that had become semi-hard. It soon was hard again.
"You want this. Look at your cock. It doesn't lie. And I've seen you becoming more and more excited while being fucked. You are a slut, I know it. And you will be a whore for me."
Juan was in turmoil. He knew now that he loved strong men's hard cocks, but he saw it as mutual sexual relationship. When Mr. West brought in talk of money and charging for services it become something else. He was reduced to an object sold by his boss.
Mr. West wanted Juan to recognize what he obviously had repressed in his mind, but on some level was aware of. "I think you are aware of your value for my agency and you have helped me achieve progress by letting your body be used. Not much is changed. Except plain language."
The man was holding Juan's cock in his hand and let his thumb move back and forth over the cockhead.
"You have been my bait. Half of the men who have already taken advantage of you have been men I want to move their marketing accounts to my agency."
He lifted his eyebrows and said: "You are a slut, Juan. You want to be fucked. And you love the attention. When men covet your body, you want to offer it. You want to invite men to use it. You should be happy to be a whore."
Juan was pushed.
"Be a good bitch and let me handle your business. Your job is to perform."
Those harsh and derogatory words didn't make Juan's cock soft. On the contrary, he felt he became more aroused by them. And the man's hand was wanking him closer to orgasm.
"You don't have to do any of this, of course. You can change agencies if you want."
Juan looked at him in surprise. He didn't want to leave.
"I can give you a good resume and provide contacts", Mr. West said.
Juan's internal conflict made him insecure. And he looked so cute.
"You can work for another agency. Is it what you want?" the man asked.
Juan looked down, ashamed to admit it. He wanted to be cherished. And dominated. He swallowed because he knew he had to admit it. He shook his head and wanted to say, "No, I don't want to leave..."
The man picked up his jacking. "You will go where I tell you to go. And do what I have told you to do. Is that clear?" The man sped up his jerking a bit.
"You belong to me. And will do what you're told. That's what you were born to do."
Juan reached the top. His orgasm was strong. He jerked, his load covered his chest, his groan was muffled by the ball-gag.
"You see! Every time I tell you how I want to use you, this cock erupts in an explosive orgasm. We want the same thing - me and your cock."
The next night Juan stood in a hotel corridor on the top floor. He was there to sell his body. He shouldn't knock on the door. But he did. A man opened and let him in. He presented himself as Raymond. He acted worldly and confident and was as an average man in his 50s.
"Strip", Raymond said as he sipped on his whisky.
Juan swallowed and removed his clothes. He stood up in only his briefs, or rather thong which could barely keep his cock and balls in place.
Juan felt how his cock started to grow.
"Looking good", Raymond said, and he truly was. Juan just stood there and didn't know what to do.
Raymond smiled as he sat down. "Come here."
Juan sat down on the couch. Raymond ran his hands over the naked young man. Then he pulled the thong to the side to reveal the cock.
"Nice. You had electrolysis done, right? The skin is so soft since you don't need to use a razor anymore." The man playfully slapped Juan's cock back and forth.
He grabbed Juan's ball sack. "I buy call boys because I don't want relationships. And when I saw you on film masturbating, I said to myself: I want him!"
Juan swallowed. More and more men had seen it, and regarded him as a whore.
"Your boss is good at negotiating. I have never paid so much as I paid for one hour with you", he said as he stood up. He walked out on a big rooftop terrace. Juan followed with uncertain steps.
"Kneel on the sun lounger with your ass out", the man said as he removed his jacket. Juan looked around. The terrace was above the buildings around. There was no visibility from other buildings.
This time Juan wasn't surprised when he felt a man gave him a rim job. Raymond did it for a long time. Then he stood up. "Come here. Undress me."
Juan unbuttoned the man's shirt and pulled it off. The man was in good shape. Juan then kneeled and removed the shoes and socks. "Yeah, go on", he said as Juan hesitated to open the belt and trousers. When Juan pulled the briefs down, he revealed a big cock. He thought only black guys had that size.
"Yeah. I'm not only have a big bank account, I also have a big dick", he smiled. "Lick it".
Juan put his tongue to it, licked the cockhead. Then he put his lips around it. It grew even larger. Juan had difficulty putting it in his mouth, so he used his tongue.
"I know, it requires a really good cocksucker to work on my thing. But try." Juan did for a while.
"Go back to the sun lounger and let me eat you again." The man was good at this. He started to use his finger to massage the ring-muscle. Juan knew why. He had to take this monster.
The man then stood up and pushed his cock against Juan's man pussy. Slowly the man pushed more and more of it into the photo model. Soon he hit the bottom of Juan's intestine. Juan groaned, it felt so good.
"You haven't taken it all yet. I will work with your body until you can take all off my cock. Just relax and let me rearrange your intestine. Nothing will break, only move aside."
Juan should be afraid, but the man sounded so confident, so sure of what he was doing.
"Good boy, I can feel you trust me. That makes it easier. And I have done it many times, with new and unexperienced call boys. I will make you into a real whore, open for business."
That word still stung in Juan's heart.
The man moved his cock in and out and soon pushed more into Juan. Then even more. Juan felt as if his body was overtaken by this man's cock. Then the man started to fuck for real. He reduced Juan to a hole to be use. Nothing else meant anything. Least of all to Juan who groaned and grunted with pleasure as the cock rammed in and pulled out with powerful strokes.
Then he leaned over and grabbed Juan's still hard cock and wanked it. "I want you to cum while I'm inside", he said in Juan's ear. Juan had nothing to say. He felt how he quickly reached his orgasm and shot his load down onto the sun lounger. He jolted in delight. So did the man feeling Juan clinching around his cock.
Then the man sped up and exhaled as he moved his pelvis hard against the now better drilled pussy that he had made. "Argh!" He filled Juan with his semen.
He then slowly pulled out and sat down in the chair next to them. "Clean me", he said.
As Juan did, he felt how the man's spunk ran down his legs.
"Good. Next time you will sit on it". He smiled. Juan was surprised.
"Oh, you didn't know. According to our agreement I have paid for three encounters with you as my new whore", he said knowing it would torment the beautiful photo model. From his experience it was more difficult to handle a proud call boy than one who was put down.
Back home at the mansion Mr. West put his hand on Juan's shoulder. "Raymond has text me and he wants to see you again. He praises you, both your body and your obedience."
The man kisses Juan with passion. Juan loves it.
"I knew you needed to do this. You want to hand over yourself and prove that you are wanted. I will help you with that", Mr. West said with his mouth close to Juan's ear.
End part 12
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