The Humiliation Games

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The Humiliation Games

CHAPTER 7

PART 13

"Well there we have it, gentlemen, proof that at The Humiliation Games no good deed ever goes unpunished!" Esteban called out over the slowly dying applause as the latest humiliation concluded. "And with three volunteers per team suitably humiliated, that brings us to the halfway point of this year's games!"

There was a collective groan from the audience.

"But fear not, lovely perverts, that still means we have six wonderful new volunteers lined up for the second half, which begins right after a brief break!" Esteban explained.

Instantly, The Terror vanished from his throne as Esteban bowed to the crowd, making it clear he was there for one purpose only, to spectate the games.

As the audience quickly dispersed to enjoy the brief interlude, the two teams on stage mingled together, aside from Dave who made a similar sudden exit to The Terror, though his disappearance happened when nobody was looking, as always.

"Nice humiliation," Zorren said with a smirk to the demon who had just instigated the most recent spectacle. "Classic Buth!"

"I'm going to assume that's a compliment!" Buth'Taloz said with a wry grin.

"That it was," Zorren replied with a low chuckle.

"Perhaps we'll see one of your classics in the second half," Buth'Taloz replied. "Show these first timers how it's done!" he said, nodding to Zorren's teammates – Tharukan who had now inflicted two humiliations and Gokothon who had inflicted one.

"Or perhaps not," Zorren said with an indifferent shrug. "Perhaps my best humiliation days are behind me!" he suggested matter-of-factly.

"Nah, you've got at least another century in you yet!" Buth'Taloz replied, waving his hand dismissively.

"Oh, Terror forbid. I hope to be retired to a terrifying little hell-hole LONG before that!" Zorren replied with a headshake. "It may indeed be time for these young demons to take the reins. Did you hear there's a member of the Sinisterium who specialises in social media influencers... I don't even know what they are!"

"Think of them as halfway between a human and a demon, but with none of the charm and even less of the talent!" Buth'Taloz replied, only half-joking.

"I'll have to take your word for it!" Zorren said back with another headshake.

Across the stage, the two humans had moved together as the other three demons had begun to talk business. "A strong first half, Sebastian," Ezekiel said confidently.

"Why, thank you Ezekiel," Sebastian replied.

Ezekiel smirked as he quickly retorted, "Oh I didn't mean you!" As the other man seemed somewhat unfazed by the insult, Ezekiel went on, "The teacher thing... absolute wasted potential and a celebrity that you didn't humiliate in public? They're not winning moves!"

Sebastian stared back for a few moments, blinking twice before answering airily, "As unbiased as I'm sure your opinions are, it's not up to either of us to determine who wins. I just intend to keep getting the best from my team!"

"Ugh," Ezekiel grunted, rolling his eyes. "You House Trauxity guys really are NO fun!"

"I believe I'm very fun!" Sebastian replied, then gave a sincere smile as he added, "But `fun' is a subjective term and I can accept maybe our opinions aren't aligned!"

"Ugh," Ezekiel repeated with another eyeroll as the other man refused to rise to his goading. "Well whatever, I look forward to eventual loss and humiliation!"

"It's wonderful to see you have such confidence in your team," Sebastian replied. "Maybe I'll go chat with them before we resume. Lovely as always chatting with you, Ezekiel!" He moved away, looking almost like he was floating as his robes swept along.

"I really hate those guys!" Ezekiel grumbled.

"Welcome back, gentlemen. If you could all take your seats, we'll be ready to be resume as soon as..." Ezekiel stopped as there was a flash and The Terror reappeared on his throne, "Well there we go, ready to resume now that the Master is back from the little Terrors' room!"

There was a slight gasp from the crowd at the playful comment aimed at their terrifying host, but the fact Esteban hadn't been incinerated on the spot made clear that he didn't disapprove of the MC's comment.

"So, round seven brings us back to Team Faularry. Let's take a look at your next volunteer!" Esteban said, then gave a chuckle as he said, "I mean... victim... wait, I got it right the first time!"

As the audience laughed at the man's obvious playfulness, the screen reappeared and the usual video feed and bio card popped up.

The video feed wasn't particularly interesting, just a young man lounging around in what looked to be his home, casually scrolling away on his phone.

"Demons and gentlemen," Esteban started, "Allow me to introduce to you Warren Prince. Warren is nineteen years old, originally from Surrey but moved to London in hopes of pursuing a modelling career. Many of you probably have the horrific and degrading stereotype in mind already of an air-headed, unintelligent living mannequin when I say model, but in this case... you would be absolutely right. When it comes to personality, Warren ranks somewhere between a toddler and a toaster!"

The crowd laughed at the casual insults.

"Warren is driven almost entirely by his desire to achieve fame and fortune through the two skills he has – standing still while looking pretty and... walking in a straight line while looking pretty. What can I say, he is NOT a complex fellow!" Esteban said, clearly amused by his own words as he sniggered. "I'd tell you more about him, but that genuinely does seem to be the extent of his existence, though that does mean whatever humiliation Team Faularry cooks up will almost certainly impact on the biggest aspect of his life, so... bad luck Warren, I guess."

Another wicked laugh from the crowd.

"So begin the timer, Team Faularry, your five minutes starts now!" Esteban said as the timer appeared.

As usual the five minutes passed in a flash, with Team Faularry quietly conferring on their potential suggestions for the crowd while Team Trauxity discussed what they would do if Warren was their volunteer. As the timer reached zero, Esteban introduced Master Ezekiel who took centre stage.

"Well the second half is where we really get serious," Master Ezekiel said confidently. "So leading with our last winner, please allow me to present Lord Gokothon, nightmare master!"

"This plebicile fears he will never see the great success he aims for in his chosen `career'. I plan to make that happen for him! Humiliation AND the destruction of a young human's dreams... you'd be stupid to pass it up!" Gokothon explained arrogantly.

"Ahem, not that... Lord Gokothon is calling this... LOVELY audience stupid, of course!" Master Ezekiel said awkwardly. He wanted to admonish the demonic adviser for his poor choice of words, but knew to do so would put his life at risk. They may be on the same team, but Gokothon was still a dangerous figure. "But now, for your consideration, please give a round of applause to Lord Tharukan! Can he make it three humiliations for House Faularry?"

Tharukan took a gentle bow as the audience applauded. Waiting a moment for it to die down, he looked across the crowd for a moment then explained, "My proposal is to bring out the absolute worst in someone who will soon appear in Warren's life. What may seem like his big break may in fact be his worst nightmare!" He turned to glance at Gokothon and smirked as he said, "Figuratively speaking, anyway!"

It got a laugh from the crowd and a slight sigh of relief from Master Ezekiel who felt the damage done by Gokothon had been somewhat mitigated. "Thank you, Lord Tharukan. An intriguing idea, for sure. And finally, I offer for your consideration, Lord Zorren!"

The elder demon was met with polite applause as he stood. "There will soon be an opportunity that presents itself. With just a slight nudge, a series of unlikely events will cause a chain reaction leaving Warren in a most humiliating public situation, one that will haunt him for many years to come!" he explained cryptically.

"Well, thank you Master Ezekiel and the Team Faularry advisers. Certainly sounds like the second half is off to a good start," Esteban said as he prepared to open the vote. "So, gentlemen, what horrific fate awaits young Warren? Will it be Gokothon's nightmare ruining Warren's modelling career, Tharukan's sinister new arrival in Warren's life or Zorren's series of unlikely events? Cast you vote now please!"

VOTING OPTIONS AND RESULTS

1. A living nightmare about an embarrassing incident that decimates his modelling prospects – 17%

2. Meet a person who will give Warren his big break... or at least make it look that way – 67%

3. End up in an embarrassing public situation through a series of unlikely events – 17%

PART 14

Warren stared longingly out the window. A bus had stopped at the crossing just outside the coffee shop, its side emblazoned with a massive (slightly outdated) image from London Fashion Week. Another one had come and gone with Warren still no closer to realising his dreams of making it big in the world of fashion. He let out a sigh as the bus pulled away.

"If you've got time to lean you've got time to clean!" a condescending voice came from behind the counter. It was Francesca, a Karen-in-training who had let the tiny bit of power she had as a shift manager turn her into the monster she was always destined to become.

"I wasn't leaning. It's bad for your posture!" Warren replied coldly before turning to walk down the length of the small café to clear a recently-vacated table. There was a sudden gasp as he stopped, posed for a second and turned. "Sorry, did I... startle you?" Warren asked with concern, worried someone was about to Francesca something else to lecture him for.

The gasp had come from a man in his late thirties who had been sat occasionally drinking a coffee in between heated conversations on his phone and what looked like some very angry texting. "Not startled, more... dazzled!" the man said, looking wide-eyed at the handsome young man.

"Oh," Warren said, frowning slightly. "You might be looking for Callum, he's the one who... probably offers what you're after!"

"Offers... what?" the man frowned, then caught on and suddenly looked wide-eyed once again as he said, "Oh no, I'm not looking for anything like that!" He looked thoughtful for a moment as he muttered, "Well not right now. Callum was it?" He shook his head and said more firmly, "No, I mean... are you... by any chance a model?"

Warren let out a gentle gasp of his own. This was it. This would be the climactic moment in Act 1 of the movie that would eventually be made about his meteoric rise to stardom, his discovery, his big break. "Yes. I am!" he said eagerly.

"And is there any chance you're free in about an hour?" the man asked eagerly.

"Umm, I finish in..." Warren paused to glance round at the clock, "Twenty-seven minutes! Why... um... is there... a job?"

"Have you ever heard of Vestata Pecunia?" the man asked with a knowing smile.

Warren let out a slightly over-dramatic gasp. Had he heard of them? Of course he had! Who hadn't? It was THE biggest up-and-coming label right now, a future trendsetter and market leader, maker of both incredible fashion and dreams.

"Assuming that's a yes," the man smirked. "We have a small show this evening... with a very prestigious, hand-selected audience of some of the biggest names in the industry. But for some reason every model we've tried to book for one of the positions has ended up cancelling or dropping out. Can you work on such short notice?"

"For Vestata Pecunia I'd do anything!" Warren said eagerly. "Tell me more!"

"This is just... SO big!" Warren said in slight disbelief as he neared the venue, phone in hand on a video call to his best friend, Xander. "Like this is it! I impress tonight, for THIS label and that could be it. Do you have ANY idea how many careers they've already launched? Oh my fucking god. I... I just... ugh, this is big!"

"I know. I'm so excited for you," Xander replied. "And kinda jealous, but mostly excited. Maybe, like... two percent jealous!"

"Be honest!" Warren replied with a slight snigger.

"Fine, two percent excited and ninety six percent jealous!" Xander replied.

"I thought so!" Warren sniggered.

"Oh my god, you didn't even notice that didn't add up to one hundred percent. You're every bit as dim as I always say!" Xander teased.

Warren blushed and tried to recover as he replied, "I noticed, I just didn't say anything. So what's the other... umm... rest of the percent?"

Xander snorted with laughter as he realised Warren still couldn't add it up. "The other two percent is horny. You're gonna look so hot in the Vastata stuff!"

"Shut up," Warren replied, blushing for a different reason. "You know what... shit like that does to me!"

"Don't worry, I'm sure you definitely WON'T pop a boner on the runway during the biggest opportunity of your life!" Xander said teasingly.

"Yeah, I'm hanging up now!" Warren said, shaking his head.

"K bye love you byeeeee!" Xander said, blowing a kiss before ending the call.

"It's about time!" an angry looking little man snapped as Warren walked through the door. He stopped as he saw Warren stare back wide-eyed and took a deep calming breath. "Okay, chill," he said to himself, then looked to Warren again and said, "Sorry, things were just getting tense. We've never been let down by so many models in one day before, so I appreciate you coming along at short notice. Now let's go get you ready! I'm Marco, by the way!"

"Hi, I'm Warren," Warren replied. The man probably knew already, or more likely just didn't care. Warren had enough experience at these kind of events to know that at this point he had stopped being a person and was basically just a walking mannequin to the people in charge.

"Come on. They'll be letting people in soon and we need to run through the evening with you!" Marco insisted, leading Warren into the large room with seats arranged around the stage for the evening.

The runway was basically a large rectangular loop, about twelve metres down each side and four metres wide. Warren listened intently as he was talked quickly through his role in the small but elite show. It was a special display of twelve looks, which were being modelled in separate parts. Warren was unsure what that meant and did not dare interrupt to ask. The designer would introduce each look, then the four models would emerge one at a time, walk down one side of the runway, pose at the end, walk across the four metre end section and pose again before returning up the other side. Not rocket science, even for a model. The cue to start the walk was when the previous model reached their second pose.

As soon as Warren nodded blankly to confirm his understanding, he was ushered backstage as he heard the doors open and people begin to pile in. Backstage was the usual commotion Warren was used to seeing before a show, albeit on a smaller scale thanks to the limited number of models involved. Warren actually recognised the other three models, he followed all of them on Instagram... none of them followed him! Adrian Chung, Bizzy Dee and Charlie Graham. He knew they had all worked for Vestada Pecunia before, which made his own presence all the more surprising, nit that he was about to question it. This was it! His chance to get close to others who worked with the big brands, to be seen on a the runway of a world-renowned designer... to get famous!

Sadly, any chance to interact with the other models ruined by the urgency of his own arrival. They had all been through hair and make-up already, which was where Warren was rushed off to.

"Wait!" a voice suddenly declared as Warren was sat in the chair. "Don't touch that boy! Marcelle was right, he's exactly what I wanted!"

Warren looked round and his eyes almost bulged out of his head. It was Ambrosius Pecunia himself!

"I want him fully natural for the show," Ambrosius insisted, talking about Warren like he wasn't even there. "It's important to his part of the concept!"

"Yes sir!" the make-up artist said, backing away from Warren who stood from his chair.

Warren stared for a moment then started, "Mr Pecunia, it's an honour..."

"I'm sure it is, but time is of the essence. Get him ready. We begin any moment!" Ambrosius said dismissively before disappearing once again.

"Okay, undress," a man instructed casually as Warren was ushered towards the racks of clothing.

A lack of privacy was yet another thing Warren was used to from the shows. There were no changing rooms, privacy screens or anything of the sort. If you had to change, you just did it right there in front of everyone. Warren didn't mind really. He knew he looked good and he modelled underwear at times, so being seen near naked was no big deal. He casually pulled off his clothes and put them aside, turning to face the costumier, naked Yaris (which Warren had only heard as a name of a car before and not a person) who had just finished dressing the other three models.

Warren was quite excited by the sight of his fellow models. Charlie was currently clad in just underwear, consisting of small briefs and socks. Adrian was shirtless and barefoot, wearing just some trousers with an over-exaggerated silhouette. Bizzy's look was the strangest, bearing what looked to be purely the top half of an outfit, his legs and feet bare, though the front of the garment hung down enough to conceal his crotch.

"Come on, all of it!" Yaris said impatiently.

Warren blinked curiously a few times, unsure what she meant until he realised she was staring at his underwear. "Wait, what? Oh, sorry," he said, figuring he too would be modelling underwear that he would need to change into. He shoved his hand into his underwear to cup his cock and balls and conceal them as much as he could as he shoved his underwear down and picked it up to place with the rest of his clothes.

Being naked with people around was quite embarrassing, especially as he knew the people behind him, other models included, now had an unobstructed view of his pearly-white butt.

"Here," Yaris said, offering Warren a pair of shoes.

Warren chuckled nervously and asked, "Where's the rest?"

"Here," Yaris said, reaching into the rack, much to Warren's relief.

Warren let out a confused and mildly dismayed grunt as he saw the woman was only holding a small shoulder bag. "Wait, is that... umm... am I... what?"

"Ugh, can someone deal with him please!" Yaris said impatiently. "Marcelle! Perfect. He's your responsibility. Sort him out!" she said as Marcelle approached, the man from the café.

"What's going on?" Warren asked, blushing more from the slight scene he was making than his ongoing nudity.

"I'm sure I explained this!" Marcelle said, knowing fully well he hadn't. "The show is demonstrating Ambrosius' latest fashions with focus on different aspects. Underwear," he said, pointing to Charlie, "Bottom half," he pointed to Adrian, "Top half," he pointed to Bizzy, "And accessories!" he finished by pointing to Warren. "Each model displays only their intended focal point!"

"Wait, so I... I'll be... just wearing..." Warren stuttered.

"The accessories, yes!" Marcelle said casually. As Warren looked ready to object, he quickly added, "Unless you... DON'T want to model for Vestata Pecunia. I mean, we've been let down my a LOT of models today who'll probably NEVER find work in this city again. I got the impression you didn't want to go that same way!"

"I don't!" Warren insisted firmly. This was horrific. Being seen naked backstage between costumes was one thing, but to actually walk the runway fully nude... that was... impossible. But this was it, this was the big break, the opportunity of a lifetime, the once-in-a-blue-moon chance to actually impress an industry leader! Warren stelled himself, frowned determinedly and said, "I can do it. For Mr Pecunia!"

Marcelle smiled and nodded. "Glad to hear it. You may want to get used t NOT doing that then!" he said, nodding indiscreetly to the hand covering Warren's cock.

"Oh, umm... yeah..." Warren said, his resolve already faltering. "Okay!" he said and dropped his hand to his side. He felt like every eye was on him... probably because most of them were. It seemed they had all known what was coming, some actually looking surprised someone was going through with it. Gull frontal nudity on the runway was hardly revolutionary for either gender, but it was still rare to find a model happy to do it.

Warren gulped slightly, hoping the attention would soon return to other things. Being looked at while he stood there naked was embarrassing... mostly. So far, most people looked either surprised or slightly amused, but he knew all it would take is one lustful stare, one slight rearrangement of a crotch to hide arousal and he himself would be fighting off an erection! He couldn't help it. He LOVED turning guys on. It turned him on. He knew it was slightly narcissistic to be aroused by arousing, but he couldn't help it. It just happened!

He quickly busied himself pulling on the shoes, but let out a gentle whimper as Yaris knelt down to tie them, doing an elaborate bow to accentuate the design before positioning the shoulder bag.

There was a sudden gasp and Warren turned to see Ambrosius – apparently entering silently and gasping was the norm around there. "Oh, splendid. It's perfect. Quickly, we're about to start. Let me see you all together!" he said to the models who quickly lined up in running order, starting with Adrian, then Bizzy, then Charlie with Warren last. The man let out a groan that was verging on orgasmic, feeding on his own hype for a moment as he beheld the first segmented look of the evening. "Genius!" he said, complimenting himself before disappearing towards the stage.

"Wow, can't believe you're doing that!" Adrian said once the four models were alone, smirking a little as he looked his naked colleague up and down.

Warren definitely looked good. He was definitely shorter than the other three, something he felt was often the cause of his lack of success. His body looked better than ever, all flawless skin and muscles and occasional veins, his pectorals tight and defined, his abs like something from an anatomy textbook. His stomach bore a light dusting of hair, a hint of the stronger treasure trail he sported is he went unshaved for longer. He hadn't had the chance at short notice to trim the regrowing hair off, but if Mr Pecunia didn't mind then it didn't matter. His cock hung down at limp but plump three inches, topped with similarly not-shaved pubes that had barely started growing back from the last shave, while his plumb balls hung beneath. His strong legs bore a light dusting of dark hair, though this was naturally light rather than the result of grooming.

"He's definitely got the balls for it!" Charlie sniggered.

"And nice balls they are too!" Bizzy said, eyeing the other young man hungrily.

"I... um... I..." Warren stuttered, his nudity already putting him on the backfoot even before the obvious flirtation from the stunning model.

"Fuck!" Bizzy grunted, his eyes roaming Warren once again. He reached down to grasp at his own dick through the clothing concealing it.

"Oh god," Warren groaned. That was it. That was literally all it took. Staring down in abject horror, and knowing the others were staring too, Warren watched his cock twitching to life. He could literally see his own pulse, the fleshy tube throbbing with each beat of his heart, inflating with every thud against his chest. There was no hiding it, no subtlety to it, he was getting an erection and he couldn't do anything to stop it.

"Oh shit man!" Charlie said, staring wide-eyed. "We're SO about to go on!" he said, as they could already hear Ambrosius out front talking about his first piece as Adrian was called over to his starting position.

"Oh god, what do I do?" Warren whimpered.

There was a sudden gasp... which presumably meant someone had entered the room! Indeed, Marcelle was approaching once again. "Warren, you... you need to... to control that thing!" he said, trying to look shocked but failing miserably as he held back an obvious smirk.

"I... I'm trying!" Warren whimpered. He wanted to cover up, but he knew even touching it would only make him more aroused. All he could do was stand there willing it to go down.

There was a sound of applause from out the front, the sound of the crowd who would be seeing Warren at any moment. Loud music began to play as Ambrosius returned and was Bizzy called over for a final check and to get in position behind Adrian. The designer's eyes fell on the remaining two models as Charlie was beckoned over.

"What... what is THAT?" Ambrosius demanded as he pointed dramatically at Warren's erection.

"I... I... I'm sorry... I..." Warren stuttered. He couldn't believe his big break was about to be ruined by his own dick!

"Unnh, it's perfect!" Ambrosius said in a low purr. "Inspirational move, young man!" he said to Warren. It accentuates the items, it portrays the excitement that this collection is supposed to evoke, it's the absolute embodiment of this range. Amazing!"

Warren stared in absolute shock. The man... liked it?

"Keep it up," Ambrosius said, then laughed at the unintended joke as Marcelle laughed along with him. "But seriously, keep that up for the rest of the show. Consider it part of your costume now!"

"Yes sir!" Warren replied, almost giddy with the realisation he had gained the designer's attention in a good way. It was almost enough to make him forget what was about to happen... almost.

"Warren, final places!" he was instructed, taking position at the back of the line of models.

It started. Adrian began his walk, showing off the bottom half of the outfit. As he reached his mark for the second pose, Bizzy went, showing his part to the appreciative audience. Once Bizzy had gone far enough, Charlie gave Warren a quick smirk then started down the runway too.

"Okay, be ready!" Warren heard someone say. He was now a single step from becoming visible to the crowd, to being exposed before them. He heard the countdown, "And go in three... two... one!"

Instinct kicked in and Warren started walking on cue. There was a collective gasp (though nobody had just walked in... presumably this was just an industry prone to gasping!) as the naked model started down the runway. Warren gave it everything. Six years of model study, four years of working in the toughest workplaces honing his craft, two years of working his way up the ranks... okay, none of that, he was a model not a fucking brain surgeon. But still, he had put in many hours practicing the fine art of walking in a straight line without showing any kind of emotion, and he walked his little heart out!

He had expected being seen naked to be the most disconcerting feeling of his runway walk, but instead he was thrown by something else entirely... the feeling of his own dick! As it remained painfully erect, curving up from his trimmed crotch, it bobbed from side to side, a bizarre and not entirely unpleasant sensation. He did his best not to focus on anyone, feeling like he could pretend they weren't there if he could just avoid eye contact. That was when his mind began to wander... to imagine how he would feel sitting in the crowd if a naked model had emerged. He knew he would have been excited by it, which made him imagine others being excited by him... which made his cock throb all the more.

He finished his second pose, thoughts of how many erections he was causing running through his head as he turned for the walk back to the top of the stage. As he reached the end, Ambrosius appeared (without a gasp!) from the opposite side, presumably ready to introduce look number two.

Warren continued his expressionless walk until he was clear of the crowd, returning backstage though he knew he would only be there for a moment. With all four parts displayed, they now had to walk it once again, this time in quick succession, stopping in a line on each side and the end of the stage to show the separate parts as one. Warren continued to do his best to avoid looking at anyone at all in the crowd. The flash of cameras acted as a constant reminder of the permanence of his exposure. He wasn't just being seen today, he would continue to be seen long after!

Returning backstage after their collective show, the four models were set upon by the clothing team who virtually ripped the old items off and thrust new ones upon them ready for the second look that Ambrosius was already introducing.

Warren felt a twinge of regret that he hadn't been able to watch the others change. Not only would it have been nice to NOT be the only naked one, but the others were all exceptionally hot and it would have definitely helped with the erection he now realised he would have to maintain for the next hour!

"Hey, watch where you point that thing!" Charlie laughed as Warren bent over to put on his next footwear.

Warren immediately blushed and squatted down instead of bending over. He didn't have much chance to interact with the others before he was ushered into place ready for the second look. On they went, working through their second look, their third, their fourth and onto the fifth. As Warren returned from the group showing of the fifth costume, he saw Marcelle frowning at him.

"That's not good enough!" Marcelle said firmly... looking at Warren's... firmness!

Warren knew his dick had gone down a little, from the fact his dick now wobbled around pointing straight ahead of him instead of up at the ceiling. He figured it was still enough though. Apparently not! "Umm... I can't exactly... control it," he said timidly, blushing heavily as he spotted the other models sniggering in his general direction.

"Ambrosius wanted it UP, so find a way!" Marcelle said with a slight scowl.

Hearing unashamed laughter, Warren blushed as he looked over at the other models and saw two of them making a `wanker' hand gesture. "Noooo," Warren whined, knowing they were right. He had no choice. Even his fetish for arousing others wasn't enough to keep him rock hard the whole time! Trying to turn his back to as many people as possible, he reached down and grasped his aching dick. "Ahh shit!" he gasped as he wrapped his fingers around it. It felt amazing. He was so sensitive, but thankfully it took barely a few strokes before he was rigid once again. It took another quick stroke or two to maintain it as he queued for the sixth look to begin.

As Warren walked, he realised he must have been failing in his attempts not to look at the crowd. He was starting to recognise faces more and more with each walk. It was bizarre to be seen by the same people over and over. An unknown face in passing was forgettable, and presumably meant his own face was just as forgettable to them, but the more he recognise the audience the more he knew they were burning the image of him into their own minds. The repetition that should have brough comfort instead only brough new levels of humiliation for him.

It was as he prepared for look number ten that the problem grew worse. The desperate backstage stroking Warren was doing to maintain the necessary levels of arousal was having a gradual but undeniably cumulative effect. By the time was hard enough to please the famous designed, he could feel himself on the brink of release, which he knew would be a nightmare. Perversely, he wasn't even thinking about the sheer embarrassing horror of ejaculating in front of everyone who was working backstage, he was only thinking about having to go on with post-orgasmic softness and how it would let down the man he so desperately wanted to please.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck," Warren muttered as he slid his hand up and down, the fingers barely grazing his straining shaft as he queued to return to the stage.

"Jesus, you look ready to blow!" Charlie said, glancing back as he heard the infuriated muttering. "That's so hot!" he said with a lustful grin.

"No, don't say that!" Warren whined, but didn't elaborate on it for fear of giving the other model more to tease him with. The other young man's excited stare pushed Warren ever closer to the brink.

The show went on and the end was in sight. One more look, the finale. That was it. A solo walk, a collective pose and Warren would be free, happily positioned to launch the true beginning of his momentous career. As he prepared to show off his final look, he gave his cock a stroke as it had begun to droop as he waited for the other three to take their turns. "No, fuck," he gasped as he very nearly pushed himself too far.

"And three, two, one..."

Warren was off again, just as his dick decided to spit up a large glob of precum. As his dick slapped around from the walk, a string of the clear ooze began hang from the tip, swaying with his movements. Warren couldn't let it show on his face though. He remained as neutral as ever, even as the increasingly familiar faces all watched in amusement and delight.

"Jesus, look at the state of you!" Bizzy said as Warren rushed around to join them for the final collective walk of the evening. "I swear, it's a good thing this is so long!" he said, grasping at what was an obvious erection of his own!

"Oh god," Warren whimpered as they took off down the runway. Clenching desperately to hold back, Adrian stopped, Bizzy right beside him, Charlie next and then Warren as they posed for the audience down the first stretch... and it finally happened!

Warren's cock erupted in a truly spectacular display of ejaculatory extravaganza. His eyes closed, but even through his tightly-clenched eyelids he could see the flashes of the cameras capturing every excruciating moment as he stood and spurted shot after shot ahead of him. He could hear yelling, maybe eve cheering, or was it laughing, it was hard to tell. The worst thing was... he remained in place!

As he opened his eyes, he saw the other three begin to move on, seemingly unfazed by Warren's show. He followed. He may have been post-orgasmic, almost in tears from the embarrassment and dreading the reaction of Ambrosius, but he was still a professional and he had a runway to finish.

As he posed on the front of the stage, he felt a drip of wetness hit his foot as he dick continued to sag. He followed once again as they moved on for the pose on the final side before they vanished backstage, his cock now soft but still plump, the tip wet and shiny.

"HOW DARE YOU!" Ambrosius yelled. "How dare you upstage MY show! This was your plan all along wasn't it, you... you... filthy pervert!"

"What? No, I... I'm sorry..." warren mumbled awkwardly. He went to cover up but winced as he felt the wetness of his prick.

"Get out of my sight, RIGHT NOW!" Ambrosius screamed furiously. "I don't know whether this was some cheap ploy to launch a... a... pornographic career or some pathetic onlyfans page, but your modelling days are OVER, you repulsive creature!"

"I'm sorry sir," Warren squeaked.

"Get rid of him!" Ambrosius growled before heading out to finish up the show.

Warren just stood there naked, humiliated and devastated. He had blown it... literally!

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If you wish to read any of my other stories, please see below for links and for any comments or feedback, you can contact me at matterotica@hotmail.co.uk

The Kingswood Saga

Tales from Kingswood (Book 1)– https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/tales-from-kingswood/

Half-Term at Kingswood (Book 1 bonus story) – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/half-term-at-kingswood/

The Kingswood Eight (Book 2) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/the-kingswood-eight/

A Very Kingswood Easter (Book 2 bonus story) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/a-very-kingswood-easter/

The Kingswood Effect (Book 3) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/the-kingswood-effect/

The Benny Saga (in reading order)

Benny Takes Control – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/

The Dangers of Desire – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-dangers-of-desire/

Benny's House – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/bennys-house/

Other Series

Possession – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/possession-series/

Jack Hamilton – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jack-hamilton/

Phil's Naked Adventures – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/phils-naked-adventures/

One-shots

The Art of Seduction – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction

Jake's Exposure – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jakes-exposure

Becoming an Internet Master – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/becoming-an-internet-master

Brian's Big Mistake – http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/brians-big-mistake

And Then It Got Worse – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/masturbation/and-then-it-got-worse

Missed Opportunity – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/missed-opportunity

There's a Naked Alfie in the Garden - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/theres-a-naked-alfie-in-the-garden