SUMMER ASSOCIATE ADVENTURES All Feedback Welcome: c98b89 at gmail dot com Part 4: Getting Dirty
Phil, it turned out, was an eccentric sculptor and friend of Mr. Henry's. He was in his mid-40s, had unkempt blond hair, and a skinny frame. Mr. Henry came along with me and Evan and introduced us. Unprompted, he looked at Evan and said, "well look at this guy here - he looks like a statue!" We all laughed and Evan beamed with pride. The guy clearly liked the attention, and he was getting a lot of it.
"Actually, that's exactly why we're here, Phil," Mr. Henry said. "Evan here is Charlie's personal art piece. Isn't Charlie lucky?" I blushed, as Phil nodded. "Lucky indeed," Phil said. "Are you here to get some work on him done?" He asked me. I nodded, and Phil looked back at Evan. "Evan, would you mind stripping down so we can see what we're working with?" Evan was all too eager to oblige. His naked, now hairless form rippled with muscle as he stood in all his naked glory.
"Beautiful," Phil said. Turning to me, he asked, "may I touch?" I looked at Evan. "I'm your art piece, man," he said. I nodded to Phil, who went straight for Evan's dick. Evan shivered. "What a masterpiece."
"So, what are you thinking, gentlemen?" Phil asked, gesturing to me and Mr. Henry to sit down. Evan, on the other hand, stood naked on the side, watching eagerly. "It's really for Charlie to decide," Mr. Henry said, "but wouldn't Evan look great as a human statue for a party? Perhaps for the MSO party?"
"MSO party?" I asked, puzzled.
"The Male Statue Organization," Phil responded. "We actually have a party tomorrow afternoon. It's a group of people who enjoy the male form. No sexual activity, at least not there, and at least not unless the owner lets it happen."
"I wouldn't," I said, looking at Evan, who appeared to breathe a sigh of relief. "Evan is strictly a display piece, not for interactive use. Well, except for me, and for folks working on his body. But I do like the idea of having him be a statue at that party." In the corner of my eye, I saw Evan smile at me. The fucker was definitely proud of his body, and this seemed like just another way for him to show off. "What would that entail?"
"I'm in charge of procurement for this party," Phil said, "and this one is an intimate one: just one statue on display. Of course, we would pay you for renting your art piece," he said. "Shouldn't we be paying Evan?" I asked, puzzled. Before anyone could respond, Evan jumped in: "absolutely not. I'm your display piece, Charlie - remember?" I shrugged.
"For this party, I was thinking of a classic greek statue with a marble tone," Phil started. "So, we would be looking for a statue we could dye, say, a light grey. We could also add contacts to give his eyes the same grey color."
"I think Evan would look fantastic in that alabaster color," I started. "It comes out right?" "Of course," Phil said. "We've got a specific dye remover for that, and we can get it out of his hair too. And, while we would be happy to have the statue for just the few hours of the party tomorrow night, it might be fun to have him display all day - like a living statue."
"Well, that would be a lot of standing, wouldn'it it?" I asked. "We've got a solution for that, actually," Phil answered. He pulled a little pill bottle out of his hand. "This pill paralyzes the body temporarily in a fixed position. So, we could, say, make him stand upright like David, and his joints would stay in place. He wouldn't be able to talk, naturally - your jaw is a joint - but he wouldn't get tired either."
"What about his, erm, softer tissue?" Mr. Henry asked, gesturing to Evan's not-so-soft penis. "That will stay soft if it's soft when we administer the drug," Phil said. "And I think that's how we would want it - a statue with a firm member is a little grotesque, don't you think?" I saw Evan respond to that and his dick seemed to recede. Probably trying to distract himself from being so turned on.
"Well, what do you think?" Phil asked me. I looked at Evan. "I personally think you would look great as a statue on display, Evan, but I can't decide this without you." "I agree," Evan said. "I'd love to try being a statue for the weekend," he murmured. Phil and Mr. Henry beamed.
"It's settled, then!" Phil said. "Charlie, would you mind giving me your account information so we can process this? And, you can take Evan' clothes, as we won't be needing them," he continued, placing them in a bag. I saw Evan gulp as he realized he would be left in Phil's house without a stich to wear.
"Can I come?" I asked. "Of course! We'll both be there," Mr. Henry started. "And why don't you bring a guest?"
"Perfect," I said. "My friend Mike from law school is coming, and I am sure he'd love to see how Evan and I are getting along," I winked at Evan, who gave me an uncomfortable smile. This was going to be fun.