chapter 28

Hoofdstuk 28 van Tom. 

Verdomme, daar stond ik dan al druipend. Steeds meer mensen kwamen nu het afgelopen was naar Alex toe om hem te feliciteren. Veel gemaakte opmerkingen waren gedurfd, leuk, gewaagd. Ik zag ook dat hij aardig wat kaartjes kreeg aangereikt. Het zag ernaar uit dat hij behoorlijk wat opdrachten zou gaan krijgen. Ik keek om me heen. Eigenlijk wilde ik weg. Wassen en wegwezen. Andere modellen stonden echter geanimeerd met mogelijke klanten en hun ontwerpers te praten. Ik zag een oudere man met een jonge knul Alex benaderen. Hij duwde de jonge knul in mijn richting en stapte zelf op Alex af. De knul keek naar mij. 

“Daar sta je nu toch maar mooi voor lul. Heb je dit zelf bedacht of heb je dit in opdracht van Alex gedaan”. 

“Hu” zei ik amper een woord uit te kunnen brengen. 

“Wel je hebt dit toch zeker niet uit vrije keuze gedaan toch of wel”. 

“Hmm nee niet echt, maar niet in opdracht van Alex. Ik wist dat ik ondergoed moest showen maar niet wat voor”. 

“Ah, maar je schaamt je niet je hier nu druipend voor me sta”. 

“tuurlijk wel. Wat dacht je dan”. 

‘Je maakt anders geen haast om weg te komen”. 

“nee, maar de andere zijn ook nog hier” Hij lachte nu wat. 

‘Ja, maar die zijn niet net klaargekomen en staan nu in een druipend nat broekje te kijk”. 

“Hmm, nee, wel”. 

“Het is al goed ik plaag je maar wat. Maar je hebt dus een meester toch”. 

“Ja, klopt”. 

“Is die hier”. 

“Weet ik niet, waarschijnlijk waren ze er wel maar zijn ze nu weg”. 

“Oh meerdere dan een”. 

“ja, 2”. 

“Ah ok, was dat broekje echt zo heftig als het er uit zag”. 

“Zeker weten dat was geen pretje ja”.

“Ach, dat weet ik zo net nog niet”. 

“He Tom, kom eens hier” Alex zei. 

Ik draaide me om naar hem. “Deze man wil weten of dit allemaal gespeeld was of echt”. 

“Oh zo echt als je maar kan bedenken. Je denkt toch niet dat ik zo maar dat kan doen”. 

“Weet ik niet slaaf. Volgens mij doe jij alles in opdracht of niet dan”. 

Ik bloosde nu, hoe wist hij dit nu. 

“Hij wist niet wat de broekjes waren, niet voordat hij het podium opging. En tot aan vandaag hadden we elkaar nog nooit eerder gezien” Alex zei. 

“ok, misschien we zullen zien. Kunnen we even naar achter in de kleedkamer gaan”. 

“Ja tuurlijk” zei Alex. 

“Daar zijn wat minder mensen hoewel dat mij niets uitmaakt eigenlijk”, zei de man. 

We gingen met zijn vieren terug naar de kleedkamer. 

“ok, ik ben geïnteresseerd om een behoorlijk aantal van je ontwerpen te komen. Niet alleen de broekjes maar ook de ontwerpen”. 

“Ah, dat kan, dat kost wel iets natuurlijk”. 

“Ja, dat begrijp ik, maar ik denk dat er een redelijke markt voor is, exclusief en ik kan die bedienen. Iets dat jou niet lukt”. 

“ok, daar kan ik me iets bij voorstellen”. 

“Maar eerst wil ik zien of het echt werkt ja”. 

“Hoe wil je dat dan doen”. 

“Mijn slaaf gaat het ook even uit proberen”. 

“Oh, ok. Moet ik wel even de batterij vervangen denk ik”. 

“Geen probleem. Tom was het niet. Kun je dat broekje alvast uittrekken. Slaaf jij nu naakt”. 

De jonge knul begon als een gek zijn kleding uit te doen. Ik had net mijn broekje uit gedaan en zag dat hij een bont gekleurd slipje aan had. Hij stapte uit zijn slipje. Ik zag een klein kaal geschoren kruis. Zijn lul was niet zo heel groot. Ik wilde mijn slipje aan Alex overhandigen omdat ik verwachte dat hij het eerst zou schoonmaken of zo. 

“Nee, hij kan het zo aantrekken hè. Dan kan jij Alex daarna de batterij vervangen”.

Oh shit dacht ik hij zou zo het natte slipje met mijn sperma erin aantrekken. Ik voelde hoe mijn lul begon te steigeren. 

“Ah, ik zie dat dat je wel aanstaat hé slaaf”. 

Ik knikte alleen maar.

De slaaf trok het broekje aan, doordat het al nat was kon je zijn lul zien zitten. 

“Ik moet even de buttons goed laten uitkomen ok”. 

“Ja, geen probleem ga je gang”. 

De slaaf begon nu duidelijk op gewonden te raken. Alex deed het broekje goed en ik zag dat hij in het lintje ook de batterij verving. “Ik verwacht dat het gelijk een goede stroom zal zijn aangezien het broekje al nat is dus schrik niet ok”. 

“Oh hij is wel wat gewend”. 

Ik zag hoe Alex de sluiting vast maakte en gelijk uitte de slaaf een kreetje. Zijn lul ging met sprongen omhoog en oh hij moet zeker op springen gestaan hebben want binnen een minuut begon hij nu ook het broekje vol te spuiten. Nog voordat de batterij leeg was dat was zo goed als zeker. 

“Ah, wel zelfs voor de slaaf is dit snel, het werkt dus wel. Goed kom morgen naar mijn kantoor dan praten we verder”zie hij tegen Alex. 

“Oh en voor jouw Tom. Slaaf, broekje uit nu. Ik denk dat je het wel een geil idee vindt om dit broekje te houden. Wie je meesters ook zijn, ze zullen er veel plezier aan hebben”. 

De slaaf gaf het broekje aan mij. Ik voelde hoe mijn lul nu echt recht overeind stond. 

“Wel doe je het niet terug aan Slaaf Tom” de man zei. 

Ik stapte al trillend er in. Schoof het omhoog en duwde het op de goede plaats. Ik wist nu waar het moest zitten. Nog voor ik iets in de gaten had begon de stroom weer door mijn lul heen te lopen. Niet zo heel veel dat voelde ik wel, maar door het verse sperma van die knul, oh shit dacht ik en nog voordat ik het realiseerde spoot ik weer in het broekje. Ik zag hen alle drie lachen nu. 

“Wel jou meesters hebben het werk wel voor zich weggelegd hè, een dergelijk easy trigger heb ik nog niet vaak gezien”. 

Ik kleurde rood. “Maar wel leuk, dus schaam je je niet te veel. Ik zou me maar gaan omkleden nu als ik jou was”. 

Ik keek Alex aan en die knikte. Ik liep terug naar mijn kleren. Pakte een handdoek van het rek en begon mijn kruis schoon te maken. Ik hoorde nu ook weer de achtergrond geluiden van de kleedkamer tot leven komen. Wat ik me niet gerealiseerd had dat waarschijnlijk behoorlijk wat mensen dit gezien hadden. Snel kleedde ik me aan en liep ik naar buiten. Ik zag dat Alex stond te praten en daar had ik geen zin meer in. 

Ik was blij toen ik thuis was. Het was me wel een zaterdagje geweest. Toen ik binnen was heb ik me gelijk uitgekleed. Ik heb een van mijn oude onderbroekjes aangedaan en ben toen lekker op de bank gehangen voor de rest van de avond. Wat tv gekeken en gerelaxt. 

Ook de zondag ging lekker tot ik aan het eind van de middag de e-mail hoorde gaan. Ik liep naar de PC en ging zitten. 

Zo slaafje dat is een interessante vrijdag en zaterdag geweest. We zijn erge trots op je. Ongelooflijk hoe je je hebt laten gaan. Daar moeten we definitief nog een keer over hebben want je had geen toestemming om vrijdag klaar te komen. De keren dat je het op zaterdag deed waren natuurlijk prima. Beetje uitgelokt maar terecht dat je je op die manier vernederde. We hebben begrepen dat je het onderbroekje heb mogen houden dus maak dat maar schoon en zorg dat er altijd een batterij voor klaar ligt. We hebben niet gezien dat je het apparaatje weer omgedaan hebt, maar daar gaan we wel van uit. De sleutel doe je maar weer op de post naar ons ok. Als we hem maandag niet hebben dan ben je nog niet jarig. Je hebt de rest van de week opdracht vrij. Mogelijk dat we wat leuks voor volgende week vrijdag hebben maar dat laten we nog weten. Slaap lekker voor straks. 

Je meesters

De rest van de week ik genoot van de vrije avonden. Ok ik liep nog wel steeds in een slipje rond en ik wist dat de cam aan stond maar ach daar raakte ik blijkbaar wel aangewend. Net zoals mijn apparaatje om hebben. Ik vond dat al niet zo erg meer. Vooral in de ochtend deed het erg pijn als mijn lul hard probeerde te worden maar verders probeerde ik er niet te veel aan te denken en dat lukte zolang maar niemand mijn aandacht op seks vestigden. 

Op vrijdagavond hoorde ik de e-mail weer gaan. Ik liep naar de pc toe. Ik voelde hoe mijn lul tegen de top van het apparaatje drukte. Blijkbaar had het zin om weer een lekker gezien te worden. Wat het ook was dat zou wel eens de volgende stap kunnen zijn. 

Beste Slaafje, 


We hebben de volgende oproep geplaatst en daar wat leuke reacties op gehad. Blijkbaar val je in goede aarde. Morgen krijg je een e-mail met opdracht waar je je moet melden. Als je daar aankomt gedraag je je netjes en doet precies water van je verwacht wordt. Je draagt een leuk slipje en korte broek. De rest bepaal je zelf maar. Veel plezier morgen. 

Je meesters. 

Ik klikte op de bijlage. 

Aangeboden. Jonge man, goed gebouwd voor gebruik als huisslaaf, hulpje, sexuele voorlichting, butler, ober etc.Geen seks. Zeer voorkomend en beleeft. Volgt opdrachten goed op. Kijk op …. Voordat u reageert. 

Verdomme, wat nu weer dacht ik. Ik sliep die nacht slecht. Ik had geen idee wat me te wachten stond de volgende dag en dat leverde weer heel wat geile spanning op. Ik had via een e-mail de opdracht gehad om bij een bepaald huis te zijn om 7 uur die avond. Ik had een zwarte korte broek aangedaan met daaronder een van mijn witte slipjes. Sokken, slippers en een T-shirtje maakte het geheel compleet. Ik was op tijd dus wachte even buiten. Het was een groot huis, rijke lui bedacht ik me. 

Toen het bijna 7 uur was liep ik naar de deur toe en belde ik aan.

Er werd opengedaan door een knul van mijn leeftijd ongeveer. Hij nam van top tot teen op. 

“Ok, ja, je ziet er nog beter uit dan dat ik dacht. Kom verder”. 

Ik liep de gang in en volgende de gastheer naar iets dat blijkbaar de kamer was. 

“Wil je wat drinken”. 

“Ja graag” zei ik. 

Hij ging het zelf halen, ober of butler was dus niet de bedoeling en wel huisslaaf ook niet want het zag er schoongenoeg uit. Wat dan wel. 

“Weet je waarom je hier bent”. 

“Hmm nee, eigenlijk niet”. 

“Wel ik zag geen andere uitweg meer maar ik moest dit doen ja”. 

“Wat?”vroeg ik. 

“Ik kom uit een sterk gereformeerd gezin en je begrijpt wel over seks werd nooit gesproken. Ik kwam er laat achter wat het was en ook nog op een niet te leuke manier. Ik wil niet dat dat andere uit ons gezin ook overkomt. Toen ik de advertentie zag staan deze week dacht ik wel dat is mijn kans”. 

Verdomme wat nu. Wil hij uitproberen om te kijken of hij gay is, of … 

“Wacht even dan wordt het je zo duidelijk” Hij liep naar de deur en riep iets naar boven. Ik hoorde iemand van de trap naar beneden komen. 

“Kijk, dit is ……..hoe heet je ook alweer”. 

“Tom “wilde ik zeggen maar mijn stem bleef steken toen ik …….

chapter 6

What was going on?  I tried to refocus on reality, but somehow I was unable to let my vision go.

The feeling of something big, something terrible, something crushing overwhelmed me.  Suddenly I was in a locker room.  I recognised it … it was where David and Francis trained.  What was happened?  Why was I picturing this?  It wasn’t empty … a lot of people were running around.  Then I heard Francis’s phone going off.  The sound must have brought me back as I was suddenly lying on the sand instead of sitting up.  

Francis … there was something wrong … I knew it.  I stood up and ran to the house.  I needed to contact him.  I heard Randy and Nick C. calling out, asking why I was running but I felt I couldn’t stop.  

I found my phone and, with shaking hands, I punched in his number.  What was going on?  It seemed like some kind of vision.  His line started to ring.  I just thought it would go to his voicemail when I got through … but ….  

I didn’t recognise the voice that answered.  “Who is this?” the voice asked.  

“What?” I said.  

“Who is calling?  You showed up as Nick.  Who are you?” he asked again.  

“Where’s Francis?” I said.  

“This is Francis’s phone.” 

“Yeah, who else’s phone could it be?”  I started to shout.

“Please keep calm, Nick … I presume this is Nick?” 

“Yeah … where is Francis?” 

“When did you last talk to Francis, Nick?” the voice asked.  

“Who are you?  Why are you answering his phone?  Where is he?”  Tears streamed down my face as I realised that my vision had arrived too late.  Something bad must have happened.

“Is that Nick?” I heard in the background.  

“Yeah … he seems unwilling to talk at all.  You know this Nick?” 

“Yeah … I know him.  Give me the phone.  I’ll tell you all about him in a moment.” 

I could hear the phone handed over.  

“Nick … this is the coach.” 

“Coach!  Where is Francis?” 

“I don’t know, Nick.  When is it the last time you spoke with him?” 

“Hmmm … maybe a week ago or so … we … well … you probably know … haven’t been communicating very well.” 

“Yeah … but after that … you’ve received no messages from him?” 

“No … not one.” 

“Damn!  I’d hoped he’d been in touch with you.” 

“Coach … please … tell me what’s going on.” 

“I don’t know, Nick.  I think you’d better call David … he knows the whole story.  I’ve been asked to leave here … so give David a call … and, after you talk to David … contact me at my regular number, OK.” 

“OK … if that’s what you want.” 

I hung up, got David’s number from my address book.  I could hear his phone ring.  

“What is going on with Francis?  Where is he?  Tell me, David!” I shouted the moment he answered the phone.  

I could hear him swallow in the background … he was also chatting with someone in the background.  I kept yelling as he didn’t say anything.  

“Nick… calm down,” I heard my Dad’s voice.  

“Dad!  What is wrong with Francis?  Why did a strange man and the coach answer his mobile?” 

“Damn!” I heard him say.  

“Dad … come on … tell me.” 

“If you promise to keep calm, Nick.” 

”What’s happened, Dad?” I said in between some deep breaths.  

“He is missing.” 

“What?” I yelled.  

“He didn’t turn up at practice yesterday morning.  Since then there’s been no sign of him.” 

I wasn’t sure what happened next.  I heard a faint voice in the distance … “Nick … wake up, Nick … come on, Nick … stay with us.” 

I felt like I was lying on the cold marble stone floor.  Where was I?  I opened my eyes and I saw Randy’s face.  Oh … I know … I was in Florida with Randy, Nick and Thomas.  

I heard Justin speak in the background and then, when I became aware of my surroundings again, I heard him say, “No … it seems he is coming around again.  OK … I’ll tell him … yeah … OK.” 

“Randy,” I stammered.  “What happened?”  

“You were screaming, Nick, and when we came in … you were laying here on the ground.” 

“Get him up, Randy,” someone said.

“Here … drink this,” Thomas said, giving me a glass of water.  

“Hmmm … Nick … do you remember what you were doing before you screamed and fainted?” Nick asked.  

I looked at Nick and saw that he had my phone in his hands.  I’d obviously been on the phone.   Oh, no!  “I was on the phone with Dad … there was something about Francis being missing,” I said and I started to cry.  

“Damn!  What is going on, Nick?” Randy asked.  

Nick came closer to me and caressed my face with his hands.  “You can cry, Nick … let it out … but your Dad is waiting for your call.” 

I looked up at him.  “What did he tell you, Nick?” 

“He said that Francis was missing … nothing more.” 

Oh my god!  It wasn’t a nightmare … the vision I’d had, had come to pass.  Now what?  I couldn’t stay here … I had to go.  But what could I do to help?  

“You go ahead and call your Dad if you’re up to it, Nick.  I’ll go and see what flights are leaving this afternoon, OK?” 

“Check the flights for two,” Randy said, looking at me seriously.  

I gave him a weak smile as I then looked at my phone.  I opened it, looked at it again and pushed my Dad’s number.

 I was dreading what I might hear, but I wanted to know what was happening, too.  

“Nick … are you OK?” was the first thing I heard when Dad’s phone was answered.  

“Yeah … I fainted … sorry.” 

“No … don’t apologise … are you sure you’re OK?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine.  So what is going on, Dad?  Where is Francis?” 

“We don’t know, Nick.  He didn’t show up for practice, so the coach started to look around to see where he was. Finally, when we came to the conclusion that no one had heard from him recently, we called the police this morning.

“At the moment that is all I know, to be honest.  We’re flying out later this afternoon.” 

“So, you already knew he was missing yesterday?  Was that why David called?” I asked with more anger in my voice than I wanted.  

“Yeah … sorry … we didn’t want to alarm you yet … as we were just trying to find out where he might be.  When none of his fellow students, gymnasts, or close friends had heard from him, then we got worried, so I urged the coach to call the cops.  So how did you find out, Nick?” 

“It was strange, Dad.  I was sitting at the edge of the lake here when I suddenly envisioned what was happening there.  I could “see” the locker room in a state of turmoil and some guy getting a mobile phone that was ringing out of the basket.  I went cold and I felt involved, but at a distance.  I knew I needed to phone as I felt something was wrong … so I guess I saw a vision of what happened a moment later.  The guy didn’t see everything, though, and the coach explained some but was told to get out of the locker room.” 

“OK … that’s strange.  So you haven’t been in contact with Francis?” 

“No.  I’ve called him a few times since the exposition but I only got his voice mail.” 

“Damn!  Well, maybe with his mobile we can at least establish when he left.” 

“OK.  So, are you guys flying back?” 

“Yeah, we have a flight in two hours … we’re just ready to leave for the airport.” 

“OK … as soon as I know when my flight is, I’ll let you know, OK?” 

“Are you sure you don’t want to finish the job you’re doing down there first, Nick?” 

“No … I need to be there … maybe I can help.” 

“OK … just be careful, OK?  And don’t start blaming yourself, either, you hear?” 

That was easier said than done.  From the moment I realised why I had fainted, I’d gone over the conversations that I had been having with Francis over and over again.  I’d keep doing that … there was no stopping my mind.  

“We’ll see.  Talk later, Dad, OK?” 

I put down the phone and just went blank.  Now what, I thought … where could he be?  At Brian’s, perhaps?  Maybe, I thought.  Is that what’s happening?  It all got to be too much and he went into hiding at Brian’s?  

“Nick … are you OK?” Randy asked from beside me.  

“Yeah.  No one knows anything.  They’re trying to find out when he was last seen.” 

“OK.  I’ve got your plane tickets … you leave in three hours … so that means we have enough time to get your things together and get you to the airport on time.” 

“Thanks, Thomas.  Sorry I won’t be able to finish what I started but I’ll be back when we know Francis is safe and sound.  I’m sure he can’t be that far off.” 

“Don’t worry, Nick.  Francis’s well-being is more important.” 

“I don’t know what to think, Thomas.  You just make sure you keep yourself well, OK?” I said with a faint smile.  

“I will, Nick.  Don’t worry, I want to hear how this ends and I loved having you around … that was great.”  He stood next to me and hugged me.  “But for now, I have to go lie down, OK?” he whispered.  

“Go.  I’ll ring you later this week,” I whispered back.  

He just smiled, gave Nick a big hug and walked towards his bedroom.  A sad smile came over Nick’s face as he watched Thomas leave the room.  

“OK … we better get the two of you ready,” he said.  

When we arrived at the airport and saw that the plane was on time, I called Dad.  We would arrive about the same time, so that was good.  They’d probably have to wait 15 minutes or so for our plane to arrive.  

I’d thought a lot about where he might be and I tried to call Brian but I got his voicemail.  I just asked him to call me back.  

When we checked in, I found out that Nick had booked us first-class tickets.  I looked at him and he just smiled and said, “You need to rest a bit, Nick.  It’s a longer flight than you think.” 

“Thanks, Nick.  I really am sorry I can’t finish the job right now as seeing you together, I know why you wanted me to do it.  With Francis missing, I think I understand the importance of one’s relationships even more.” 

“You’ll be fine and Francis will turn up soon.” 

“I hope so,” I said quietly.  

He hugged Randy then and I heard him whisper, “Take care of Nick and let me know when you hear anything, OK?” 

I must admit it was a restful flight … at least in terms of comfort, food and my travelling companions … but my mind was in turmoil.  Where could he have gone?  I didn’t know of a lot of places he’d go and I’m sure that Dad would have known them all and told the authorities.  Like his mother’s place … no … she would have made him call and why would he go to her anyway?  Damn!  Why was his mobile phone left behind in the locker-room?  He’d never do that.  Slowly I started to think this was something more than him just running off.  I sighed deeply and I made an effort not to cry.  I looked over and saw that Randy (who had been watching me for quite some time now) was asleep.  It was good to have friends like him, I thought.  

I was awakened by a steward who told us to prepare for landing.  Randy looked at me.  “Are you OK, Nick?” 

“Yeah.  I think I’m ready, Randy.” 

“Good.  Just as long as you know if you need to talk or blow off steam, I’m here for you.  Just remember that everyone else is as worried as you are.” 

“Thanks,” I said and squeezed his hand.  

When we got to the gate, we checked to see if anyone was around to meet us.  My Dad’s flight might have been delayed or they could be held up by their luggage taking a long time.  Ours came off surprisingly quickly so we went to the arrivals hall and looked around.  It didn’t take long as a voice yelled, “Nick.” I turned and, before I knew it, I was swept in a big hug from Francis’s Mother.  “Good to see you!  How are you holding up?” 

“Probably not a lot better than you are,” I said to her.  

“I don’t know where to look for him any more.  Do you have any idea where he might have disappeared to?” she asked.  

“No, I don’t.  He hasn’t returned any of my calls.  I haven’t checked my e-mail for a day now … so I’m not sure if there’s any messages there.  But I don’t know … we haven’t been communicating very well lately, you know,” I said with a bit of an apologising sigh.  

“I know, Nick … he told me … but remember … he can be very stubborn.  There is some of his Dad in him, you know.” 

“I guess … but still ….” 

“No, Nick.  Stop doing that to yourself.  He’ll show up.” 

We gave each other another hug.  “So, have you seen my Dad yet?” 

“No, I’m here to pick you all up, but I think their flight has been delayed a bit.” 

“Thanks for being here, though,” I said.  

“Of course, I flew out yesterday as soon as I heard the news.  I persuaded your Dad to wait before doing anything more than talking to the authorities.  But when that son of mine turns up, I’m going to give him a big hug and then a hell of a lecture about being responsible and communicative.”  I smiled a bit at that.  

We walked towards the gate where my Dad was supposed to show up and saw that the plane just had arrived.  
We waited quietly for them to appear.  I’m not sure but I guess some of the tension released when I saw my Dad appear.  Many hugs and a lot of tears followed … more hugs and kisses followed when Kathy and David showed up.  

“So where to now?” David asked.  

“Well, I’m not sure.  I’ll be staying in Francis’s room and I guess Nick might want to join me,” Francis’s Mother said.  

“Hmmm … for now, that might be a good idea,” I agreed.  

“You can stay with us, Dad.  It might be a bit crowded but it’ll work.” David said.  

“And what about Randy?” I asked.  He’d gone to get some coffee to take with us in the car.  

“Oh … we’ll see if we couldn’t find a room for him to stay with one of the gymnasts or maybe there’s a spare room on campus.  I can give the coach a call and see if he can arrange something for a few days.” 

“OK … that sounds like a plan.  Did you make any arrangements with the police to see what they know so far?” 

“No, not yet.  I’ll have to give the coach a ring as he’s been coordinating everything so far.  It might be that a meeting with the police will have to wait till tomorrow morning though.” 

We got in the cars and went to the campus.  David had a bigger apartment just off it so we wouldn’t be too far away from each other.  

They dropped David and Kathy off and my Dad went with us to Francis’s room first.

chapter 7

chapter 24

When everyone had left the room, the young man that had given the explanation came walking up to me.

“Tom, was it not?”

“Yea, that is me”. I answered.

“Ok, Tom, are you sure you can handle this?

There are not a lot of students that dared to do this bit. We had several guys that offered until they saw what they were going to wear. I just want to be sure you are going to be there tomorrow?”

“NO, don’t worry I am not like that”.

My god I thought, after they had seen the clothes. I knew better then that, I didn’t wanted to see them until it was the time. I knew it would be briefs and boxers etc, but there were undies and then there undies if you know what I mean.

“Ok, are you sure you don’t want to see what you are going to wear”?

I had to think about it. If I knew what I would wear I would get nervous but I would also be hornier. Not a good idea all in all so I answered,

“No I will see that on Saturday”.

“Ok fine as long as you are sure you want to do it?”

“Not a problem. What do you want me to do Saturday morning? What do I need to think about”?

“The most important thing is that you get some idea of the surroundings. That you know where to change, where you have to get up to the podium, how and how hard you need to walk. Models when they start have always the urge to walk to hard. Also you need to get used to the lamps. But I think that won’t be a problem for you as you are not wearing that much anyway”.

Yea, he probably would be right in that.

“Ok, I see you then Saturday morning”.

“Yea fine”. I answered.

“Wait a minute, maybe, I hope you don’t think it is strange, but could you undress for me so that I can see what we have to work with on Saturday? I might need to change a few things.”

Shit undressing down here in front of him. Why not? He would see it all on Saturday anyway.

I started to take my tight t-shirt off, then my shorts. While I was doing my shorts he said. “Fine, even better than I suspected”. I blushed and continued to take my shorts off.

Then I stood straight and saw that he inspected my body.

“Hmm, one favour though, I hardly dare to ask, but could you maybe shave your legs? Those hairs are only a distraction. Maybe you can do that also with the hairs between your briefs and your belly button.

“Shave?” I asked suprised.

“Yea, I think everything will show a lot better”.

“Ok, I will think about it”.

“Fine, the rest is just perfect.

You will show off the underwear very well”.

I found that a strange remark but with the little device in my briefs it was showing a bit more then it normally would.

“Can I get …?” I said softly.

“Oh yea, of course”. He replied.

I thought though that his breathing was a bit faster than a moment ago. I got dressed and left the room. I couldn’t keep my mind away from Saturday though. I would be standing in some kind of underwear in the spot light and I had to walk around. I hoped I would be allowed to leave the device on that way I would at least not get a hard on.

Friday went ok at work. I was incredibly horny by the time I got home. Who knew what would happen. I just hoped the pizza guy would not be too mad for my disobeying. I got dressed as told. You still could see through my shorts and that I had briefs on with cartoons on them. Especially when you got closer. I just waited, I couldn’t do anymore.

Around 8 the bell went. I walked to the front door and opened it.

“Good, you are ready for it”.

“I think so yea”.

“Well follow me then”.

I followed him to his car. He was still in uniform. What now I thought? When I got into the car I saw that there were a few pizza boxes laying in the back of it.

“I still have to deliver 5”, he said “and you will go and help me with it”.

He drove for about 5 minutes and then stopped at an apartment building. “First stop is here I believe”. He said.

I didn’t know the area and had never been here before.

“Ok, you can go and deliver the pizza. I will only walk with you to the hall. After that you can go on, on your own. We got out of the car. In the hall he handed the pizza to me. It was big enough to make sure I needed to hold it with both hands. He got closer to me. I couldn’t do anything with my hands full of pizza. His hands went under the boxes and then I felt how he touched my shorts. He slowly pulled my zipper down. I felt how my dick wanted to go and jump. It was good it was closed up I thought.

“Ok, looks fine to me. It is number 33, go on”.

I walked to number 33 and rang. With tension I waited, a guy around 19 or so opened the door. I handed him the pizza. I saw that his gaze went towards my crotch area after he had taken the pizza. He didn’t say anything though; he paid and closed the door.

I let out a big sigh. I had expected him to say something but he didn’t. The next one was again the same. With my zipper open it was easy to see what kind of briefs I was wearing. It was very humiliating.

The third time he stopped in front of a row of houses on a long street. It was about 10 meters until you would get to the doors of it. There was a wide garden in front of the houses.

“Ok, take your shorts off now and hand them over to me”.

“NO, are you serious? I can’t ring the bell in my briefs”.

“I don’t mind, come on get those shorts off. Either you are going to do it now or do I need to help you.

I might not stop at just your shorts then”.

I looked at him. What now? I knew I would lose; he was much stronger than me.

I slowly loosed the button and then pilled the zipper down. I lifted up my bum and got my shorts off. I looked at my briefs. Really stupid I thought. I felt that my dick was pushing against the device. Impossible I thought.

I looked at him now and said “Are you really sure you want me to go like this?”

“Yea, now go on”.

I took the pizza and opened the car door. Happily for me there was no one to be seen. I got into the garden and walked up towards the front door. It felt very strange to walk in these briefs outside, but horny as hell as my dick wanted to show himself. I rang the door and waited nervously. I saw that someone came walking to the door, took the hook off the door and before the door opened a voice said. “Ah good the pizza”.

The door opened further and there stood Erik. “Well done slave Tom, looking good. You did very well bringing me something tonight”.

I felt how my face turned red. “Even better, it was about time you showed me those briefs up close”.

Yea, yea, I thought, hurry up then I can get back to the car I thought.

I started to walk back when he said “Wait a second. I think your dick deserves a bit more space tonight don’t you think so”?

Oh no I thought. I knew it would get very stiff then as I was horny as hell.

“Here is the key. I think the rest will happen later”.

He pushed the key into my hands. Now what I thought. I walked back to the car. I looked left and right before I got onto the pavement. Someone on a skateboard was coming along. I better hurry up I thought or he would see me. I got into the car. “Good, two more to go”. He said.

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chapter 23

It took a while before I heard my computer go off telling me that an email had arrived.

Slave,

What do you want?

A very short to the point email I thought. 

I replied:

Master. 

When I sent the email the pizza delivery guy from last Saturday was here. He wanted me to do something with him. I told him I couldn’t and that I needed your permission first. He has left now, but I had to give him your email address. 

Slave Tom. 

I waited with tension for the arrival of the answer. 

Slave, 

It seems you have not yet learned to obey. We need to make sure that that is going to change. This weekend you are going to be free to do what you want. From somewhere next week we will need your attention again, including the next weekend. So don’t make any plans. 

I felt my dick going hard while I was reading it. Not because I had the time off, but because they wanted me to do stuff again. Strangely enough it had been lonely without them around the last few days. I needed their attention. 

I replied: 

Dear Master, 

I will do my best to obey and I am prepared to learn. I won’t plan anything for next week and I can do what I want this weekend. 

Your Slave Tom.

I waited to see if I would get a reply back. But nothing happened. 

I had that weekend a lot of time to think about stuff. I was more or less pushed into all of this, even blackmailed but somehow it was getting to me too. I was horny and it got me excited every time. Only that thing around my dick made it less. The first few days after that evening session they had felt empty but now I was slowly starting to feel the pressure rise again. But a few more days and then I would be allowed to shoot again I hoped. 

The weekend went pasted and after that the waiting started. The waiting for my next assignment I thought. My email was always on and I waited for it to tell me I had mail. 

On Wednesday evening the sound went off and I finally had mail. 

Dear Slave Boy Tom. 

It is time you start getting your punishments and do the next task. It will be a busy 4 days, so it is best to make sure you will do all the chores you need to do today. 

First of all we were contacted by the pizza guy. He agreed with us that you needed to be punished. We asked if he knew anything and he did. On Friday evening you are going to go along with him. You will do whatever he wants. If we hear anything different the punishment will be harder. He will pick you up at 5:30. You will wear the briefs with the cartoons on them and the see through sports shorts. You can wear a t-shirt as long as it is not too long. 

Then we have something for this weekend. We have entered you in a fashion show. It is held at our university. You will have to be there tomorrow evening for explanations and then Saturday for the rehearsal and show. 

You will have to report on Thursday in room 4A, 2nd Floor. You will ask for Stephan and tell him that you are the one that has been sent by Erik to be the stand in for the sick guy. We will make sure there will be appropriate clothing in your house when you get home tomorrow. Any questions will be answered. 

Your Masters

I went home on Thursday with a higher heart rate. Several times during the day my little man wanted me to give it some attention. But that was not possible. With not cumming for this extended time my balls were starting to hurt again. I just hoped I would be allowed to cum one of these days. When I got home on Thursday I walked straight into the bedroom as I expected that my clothes would be there. With tension I got closer and looked onto the bed. A t-shirt with short sleeves and short pants were laying there. The pants were green and the t-shirt, well it didn’t look like something special.

I made some supper and ate it. I saw it was almost time to go. I got into the bedroom and got the t-shirt on. Oh wow it was very tight around me. Shit that ment the shorts were probably as well. I was right they just fitted. It must have shown my buttocks very well. I knew I would be noticed. 

I had expected worse though, so I was not too upset by it. When I got there the door was open and around 15 people were there, men and women.

“I come to take the open place; Erik has set me up for it”. 

“Ah fine, very well indeed”. He said looking me over. “We were afraid we had to skip that part of the show”. 

“You’re welcome” was the only thing I could say. 

“You have experience with this?” 

“Hmm no”. 

“OH that doesn’t matter. It will all be explained in a moment. What is your name?”.

“Tom”. 

“OK Tom, go and find a spot. I think everyone is here so we will start soon”. 

I found a place just beside another guy. University student I thought. 

Another student stood up and got himself in front of us. 

“Welcome all. First of all I have good news. The last place for the show has been filled in now as well”. He looked down on his paper and said “Ah, Tom where are you?”

“I am here”. I said, standing up. 

“Fine, that should be very good. I think it is even an improvement Tom. I think Francis chickened out”. 

I blushed a bit. 

“Ok, we have rehearsal on Saturday morning and then in the afternoon the show. Who of you have never done this before?”

I pushed up my hand, together with 3 more. 

“Ok, please come in on the Saturday morning early, so we can show you what to do and how to do it. I will hand out a schedule of order and what each is going to be modelling. Just memorise your positions. 

Damn I thought me on a catwalk. I never expected that to happen. But I knew there was a catch. I suspected I would have to model the Speedo range or something like that. 

“Oh and Tom your name is not on the list. Just check to see where the name Francis is. If there is anything not clear just ask ok?  I will see you in a minute when the rest are gone.” 

I stayed on my bum sitting down while the forms were handed out. When I got mine I saw that the name Francis was on it 4 or 5 times, each time the last of the group. I then checked to see what was behind my name as items I would be modelling.

Oh shit no Underwear.

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chapter 40

“Oh, it went ok. Mom responded positive and Dad; well he was quiet at first and then was ok with it. I think he will need some time to adjust. I suspect he will have a talk with Jeff at some point”. 

“Ah that is good to hear Michel. That must be a relief”?

“Yea it was. It helped though that Jeff was here. I think that made it easier for them to stay calm. I am not sure how my dad would have responded otherwise. The first thing he asked was. Jeff you knew? When Jeff said he had and that we had talked about it a few times he seemed to accept it a lot easier”. 

“Good, so did you tell them about me too?” 

“Hmm, well I did to mom, she knows now. I talked with her later on when she was alone in the kitchen. Jeff was talking then in the living room with my dad and I thought I would leave them alone”. 

“So how did she respond?”

“Oh, if you could, you would be sitting at our dinner table right now. But she understands the problems you are having. I am not going to repeat what she said about your mom but at least now she is prepared for future calls from her. So expect that you are going to be invited to dinner quite soon”. 

“OH bummer”.

“Oh, you will live, not sure I will as I am sure she wants to tell you all about me as a child. I have seen her doing that before”. 

“Ah, well let’s see how things go and then we can see if we can plan it for 2 or 3 weeks from now”. 

“That is fine, so how are things at Jamey’s place? Oh and how many times did he blush already”? 

I laughed at the joke. “You have no idea he is so easy to trigger. But he is great and so is his granddad”. 

“Good, so we can sneak up then at some point this week?” 

“No, I have to get home straight after school all week. It seems they really want us to keep up our side of the deal. I think that is a good idea. We don’t want to give mom any ammunition. She will back off next weekend. There is no way I will think different about you in a week’s time. Maybe even more after seeing you so little”. 

“Ok, then we have to make the most at school”. 

“It seems, but it will be difficult to see you and not touch you”. 

“It will but we will be ok. We will have to show some will power ok Tim”?

“I know Michel”. 

“Good, well you better go to bed and I see will you tomorrow”. 

“OH you don’t want to know what I am going to wear in bed then?” I said with a slight grin. 

“I know as I put your clothes in your bag remember”. He said with a smile. 

“Yea you have gotten all the small briefs on purpose then”. 

‘I might” he said with a smile. 

“Goodnight Tim and sweet dreams”. 

I hung up and went upstairs to my room. There was a knock on the door very soon when I had closed it. 

“Come on in Jamey”. 

“You ok Tim?”

“Yea and Michel is fine too. His dad has a bit of trouble with it but he is dealing with it and his mom was ok straight off. I think I will be there for an inspection dinner soon”. 

Jamey laughed at that, “Good, well I will let you use the bathroom first. Let me know when you are done”. 

I got my stuff together and went into the bathroom. I showered and polished my teeth. When I was finished it was all very silent in their. There was always some sound in our house so this was strange. Then I heard an “oh yea” coming from Jamey’s room and I smiled. I knew what he was up to. I walked towards the door. I couldn’t throw it open. I don’t think he would like that. 

I looked at the lock and then I saw that there was a keyhole on it, but it seems they had replaced the lock recently. There was a key lock beside it and it had some light coming through it. I smiled when I sank to my knees. I looked through the whole and saw Jamey lying on the bed. I got a view of his slender body. As there was a pillow in front of his middle I couldn’t ‘see his crown jewels. I smiled though when I saw him arching his back and saw some cum shooting through the air. I had to get up and adjust my dick. 

I just then realised that he must have been on the other side before. I looked over to follow the line of the hole. It definitely had a view of the sink. So he must have seen me standing down there in my briefs. I smiled and didn’t hesitate and when I knocked on the door. “I am done so it is your turn”. 

I didn’t get a response straight off, so I thought ok some more fun. “Jamey, did you hear me?” and with that I turned the key. 

“Yea, yea thanks Tim. I will be out there shortly”. 

I smiled again as I heard the panic in his voice. “Ok, see you tomorrow morning”. 

“Yea, sweet dreams Tim”. 

“You too Jamey”. 

I walked back to my bedroom and got in bed. I took my hard dick in my hands and played with it a bit. I thought about working on it but decided against it. I would leave that up to my next meet up with Michel. It would help me to keep focused this week so in the end we could be together. 

I heard now that Jamey had started the shower but that was it as sleep came over me quite fast. It had been a very long and tiring day. The first realisation of the next morning was where am I? As this didn’t feel the same as my own bed. 

It came to me then hard and fast as I realised I was in the guest bedroom of Jamey’s house. Mom, she had done this.

She was …. I let out a deep sigh. Oh I could be negative about it but I was not going to do that. She would do whatever she wanted but I would live my own life, even if she would out me. I have Michel and my dad and that was all I needed. And there was still Dennis and Paul as well. 

I heard the shower going so I knew that Jamey was in there. I waited for him to finish and when I heard him turn around the inside key I knew he was finished. I smiled when I found out yesterday that he somehow was able to watch me. I was going to make sure he would not see that much this time. 

It was difficult when I saw Michel not to jump him, give a kiss, hugssss etc. We whispered for a moment to see how things were going and were happy that on either side it seems ok. He said he wanted to see me during lunch though.
So we decided to meet up in the sport area at the side of the buildings. 

I had to wait for a few minutes before he showed up. He looked a lot more restful than he had when I had left him the day before. 

“You ok Michel?”

“Yea, just ashamed that I can’t see you tonight. I would have loved to tell you everything that happened last night, but you know most of it and that is it for now”. 

“Your dad didn’t say anything special this morning then?” 

“No, he left and acted normally so that was good. Mom was all over me, but she will get back to be herself soon.
Especially, when she meets up with you”. 

“She still wants me to come for dinner then?”

“Yea, I had to explain what happened yesterday so she understands it might be a week. I am not sure though what she will do if your mom doesn’t turn around by next Saturday. I think she might go and give her a visit then”. 

“Hmm, catfight” I said with a laugh. 

“Oh I am sure my mom would stand up for her two cubs, so don’t be surprised if she would”. 

I smiled. “So Jamey behaved so far” he said. 

I laughed now and told him what I found out in the bathroom. “The sneak but then he has a crush on you for sure”. 

“I guess so. Just don’t tease him with it ok. I am quite happy with the way he is opening up to us at the moment”. 

“Oh I won’t don’t worry. But it might give us an opportunity to have some more innocent fun and I think you need to bring it up as otherwise the crush might become more and although he knows we are a couple he needs to get it out of his system, so he can move on and find someone for himself”. 

“Yea Maybe. What did you have in mind”? 

“Oh, I thought a little task tonight or tomorrow night should be in place. Otherwise, you might be to long in doing something”. 

“Oh, hmm are you sure?”

“Yea don’t worry it is nothing special. Just for you a chance to show off some of your briefs”. 

I blushed. “I just don’t want to hurt him ok?”

“No we won’t”. 

We ate our lunch and Michel told me a bit about what happened last night. It seems Jeff wanted to see the both of us soon again as well. 

“Have you been in contact with Brian or Seph?” I asked. 

“No, not for a while”. 

“You think it is a good idea to tell them what has happened?” 

“It might yea. You can call Seph then”. 

“It is an idea. They might even have some wise words for when we get to Saturday and she isn’t going to change her mind”. 

“I think that might be an idea. You give Seph a call and later on in the week I will do the same with Brian. But I better get going now as otherwise I will be too late for my next class and I can’t afford that anymore”. 

He smiled “No you better not Tim”. 

Monday night my dad came by. He had talked with mom but so far she was very positive about it all. I will have changed my mind she said. I promised I would be in touch after the visit to the doctor so I could tell him what was wrong with me. 

After dinner and the homework we watched some TV again. When we got upstairs to go to bed I knew it was time to do my task. Jamey went into the shower first this time. I waited until he was finished. I got in to the bathroom and showered, and then I got into the briefs with the cars on them. I also got a t-shirt and put that on as well. I then walked to the door. It was silent behind it. I bent over to look through the keyhole. I saw that he was lying on his bed. His arm was definitely doing some movements on the bed. 

I turned the key slowly without making to much noise then with a smile on my face I got the handle in my hand. I opened the door quite quickly and walked into the room fast saying. “Hey Jamey, do you …… I stopped talking and stopped walking when I reached almost to his bed. I looked from his crotch up towards his face, which had gone totally red. With his other hand he got the blanket to cover himself. 

“HMM sorry Jamey, I didn’t want that to happen. I should have…..” 

“No, it is my fault as well. I should have known better”.  He said softly. 

“Oh, it is something we all do and especially when you see something that makes you horny.” I said putting the emphasis on see. 

He looked up at me. 

“You knew”. He said while now turning completely red.

“Yea, “. 

“How?”

“You were a bit loud yesterday and then I found the hole so…”

“Sorry, didn’t want to…..but I couldn’t really stop you know”. 

“I know like I said you get horny”. 

He looked down at me now. 

“Well especially when you keep dressed up like this”.  He smiled now. 

“Oh, I though you would like it”. 

“But Michel”. 

“Michel is my boyfriend and I would never do something to danger that. I just want you to know that”. 

“I do”. 

“Yea, I know but do you realise that there is no point to keep fantasising about me?”

“I don’t…” he said blushing again. 

“I know you do Jamey. I am honoured that you do. But I don’t want you to get hurt as there is no way that what I feel is going to change”. 

“Oh, I thought ….”

“I know. That is why I wanted to make sure you knew and try to move on. There are a lot of great guys out there”. 

“Like Dennis, too.” 

I laughed, you are a horny bugger aren’t you moving onwards to the next one that fast. And no, Dennis is not gay”

“Ah, hmmmm”. He blushed again. 

“Just take your time and you will find someone or someone will find you”. 

“I guess, but still I get this problem from time to time” he said getting his dick in his hand. 

I smiled, “Yea I know the feeling”. 

“You want to do a mutual jack off then” he asked softly. 

I looked at him. “Sorry I can’t but why don’t you go ahead. I can watch if you want”. 

“You would?”  

“Yea” I said. He had his hand on his dick again now. Still covering it up a bit with it but not that much. 

I thought about it and stepped closer. “Here touch my undies if you want”. 

With his other hand he got closer slowly at first, and then I saw his hand shake. “It is not going to bite you know”. 

He smiled “No, but it is a … well you know”. 

“I know” I said and let out a moan when he touched it. “Hmm nice and warm” he said. “It feels like it needs some
attention too though”. 

He slowly started to rub it. I stepped back and said “No, sorry not a good idea Jamey”. 

“I guess not” he mumbled in between moans. Then he arched his back and I saw his cum shooting out of his dick. I looked at him, he had blushing cheeks again. 

“Thanks Tim”.

“You’re welcome Jamey but never again ok”. 

“Yea I know”. 

“OK, I better get to bed, see you tomorrow morning”. 

“Till tomorrow Tim”. 

I walked back smiling. I am sure that Michel would have liked the task. It went easily and oh yea I had been hard but I think that Jamey was more embarrassed than I had been. It had been nice to see how Jamey had shot off and had enjoyed it for sure. 

I slept very easily and good that night. It was Tuesday and nothing special was going to happen. I came straight back from school to Jamey’s place. Jamey was there and we talked. After dinner Jamey’s granddad asked me into his study. 

“Just want to have a talk about tomorrow with you Tim”. 

“That is ok sir”. 

“You are going straight to the doctor’s place right?” 

“Yea, they said it should take about 45 minutes or so to do the test so I should be home an hour later”. 

“So it is not that far from here then?” 

“No, it is on one of the side streets on the way to school from here. You know the one with the Chinese restaurant and
the big house beside it”?

“Yea I know that street, but I am not sure there is a doctor on that street”. 

“Oh, it is in that house, that big one. I am not sure it is a normal GP or anything like that”. 

“Oh, ok, well I expect you back here about an hour later then ok”?

“Yea, don’t worry I am not going to tamper with the agreement we have”. 

“I know you won’t Tim. Just make sure I can truly say so to your mom as well ok”? 

“Yea, I will. Anything else”? 

“No, not really”. 

“Ok if I go and see a movie then with Jamey?” 

“Yea, you found the free downloads he has on his computer”. 

“Yea he showed me some of them”. 

“Just make sure he doesn’t do any of the other ones as you are both to young to watch them” he said with a grin.

I smiled. “Oh, we wouldn’t do that now would we?”  I walked out of the room and found Jamey in the living room. 

“Ready to watch the first of the lord of the rings movies?” 

“Yea let’s do it”.

For the next 3 hours not a lot was said, both enjoying the movie. It seems that Jamey had read the book as well. 

Michel said hi on Wednesday as we talked during lunch. He said he wanted to know if anything was not right at the doctors as he wanted to be there for me. I told him that it was just more testing so no results for sure. 

I walked together with Jamey to the place. He walked on home and I went in. I got to the reception and was told I could go straight in. When I opened the door I stopped. 

“Mom, what are you doing here?” 

“The doctor wanted me here”. 

“So it is more than just normal test?” 

“No, just a test. How are you doing? Are they feeding you enough at that place”? 

“Yea I am fine Mom. You are going to keep your promise”? 

“I will as long as you will ok?” 

“I will and I won’t change my mind”.

The doctor and one of her sons walked in. 

“Ah, there you are Tim. As I told your mom we need to do some further testing. Please get undressed. For now you can leave your underwear on”. 

“Are you going to stay here Mom?” 

“Yea, that is not a problem is it?” 

“Doctor, please can she…” I started to address the doctor. 

“She needs to stay ok. There is no reason why we shouldn’t have all adults down here”. 

She tested me I felt that. I wouldn’t give in and started to undress. They all had seen it before so.  Still I was wearing a pair of white briefs, not to tight not to wide so my dick had all the space it needed. I tried to keep it in control though. 

First she took my blood pressure and heartbeat. She checked my lungs and then told me to sit down. 

“You got any other problems lately Tim?” 

“No, not really”. 

“Nothing physical then or mentally?” 

“Not really. Just have not been home for 3 days”. 

“Yea I heard that. But you are doing ok with that?” 

“Yea, Jamey is fun and his granddad is nice”. 

“Good. I think we are ready to do some further testing then”. 

“Ok, what are you going to do then?” 

“We need some more sperm samples and I might need another close up of your stomach, dick and balls”. 

“Oh…hmm”. 

“Yea, your mom and my son are going to stay and help us. So why don’t you lay down on the bed down here”. 

I got down on the bed. 

“Just lay still for a moment. We are going to do some accurate work so to make sure you are going to be still we are going to clip these around your arms and legs”. 

They strapped my arms around my wrists down stuck to the table. I looked and before I could respond my legs were in the same position at the bottom of the bed. 

“Ok, this is going to help to keep your middle stable as well. She put a band now around me at the height of my stomach”. 

“Is this not a bit to much? I can keep still for a minute if need be”. 

“OH, I know but you won’t be able to do that this time as it might be a little bit painful.” She said with a grin. 

“Why is that?”

“You will find out don’t’ worry Tim. Just trust me ok”. 

Although this was a bit odd and the test before had been strange, but not painful I kept calm laying down there. I looked at all the devices that were ready just beside the bed. I am not sure but it looked strange there were some syringes down there and also some other strange devices. 

“Ok, Son. Can you take his briefs off? We can’t do this with them on”. 

He was the cuter of the two and he looked at my face when he got closer. The expression he had on his face was one that was saying sorry. I looked at him and then down when his hands got to my briefs. He touched my dick. No, he rubbed it a bit. It started to respond straight off. Within seconds it reached its full length. I let out a moan. Now what was going on, not in front of my mom I thought? 

He then stopped and lifted up the top of my briefs, moving it lower leaving my dick and then my balls exposed. 

“Hmm looking good isn’t?” The doctor said looking at mom. 

“Yea, it is ashamed that he isn’t using that for some women though”. 

“I know, but still it looks good”. 

Damned I thought. I looked from one to the other and then back again. 

“Do you see him thinking now? You’ve started wondering what is going on haven’t you”? 

“What is this all about? You want to embarrass me for my mom doc? Well you need a lot more than this you know”. 

“Oh this has nothing to do with embarrassing a boy Tim. This is about helping your mom”. 

“What? What are you going to do? Please don’t help her”. 

“Why do you think she wanted you here? We know for sure you never want to see Michel again. We know how to do that”. 

I started to call out loud. In the meantime, my mind was going in overdrive what are they going to do. I knew there was no escape I was strapped to the table. Not a thing I could do and although others knew where I was there was no real suspicion to come and help. Now with hindsight I knew what mom had been up to. I never though expected her to be so devious. Would she really? Well that was the question. 

“What are you going to do then?” I said calming down as I realised that there was no place to go. 

“OH, we are going to make sure that you will become less interested in sex Tim”. 

“What, are you going to cut off my dick or anything like that?” 

“No, don’t be stupid. You need that to do more than just a sex toy”.

“What then?” 

“Can your son show him?” my mother said. 

“Yea, go on son show what we are going to do”. 

I looked at him and saw that he was starting to get his pants off. He was wearing a small size of briefs. He lowered them as well. His dick was half mast showing it liked the attention. But I couldn’t see. It didn’t seem different. 

“I don’t see anything different” I said. 

“Ok, well then we will keep it a surprise”. The doctor said. 

The son put his briefs back on and got closer to hand his mom. 

“What, tell me and please don’t”. I yelled now. 

“Shut up and behave yourself”. 

“Can I tell him” my mom said. 

“You might, you need to sign for it in a minute anyway”. 

“What do you need to sign for Mom, please whatever it is don’t”? 

“Don’t you think you are plying to the wrong one son? I told you I knew a way that you would leave Michel and that is just what we are going to do”. 

“How then?”

“We are going to make sure you do not want to have sex anymore”. 

“What?” I looked at the devices beside the bed. 

“But. … please mom don’t you want a grandson?” 

“Oh, no you would never give me that for sure”.

“But I am not agreeing to this doc, whatever it is you can’t do this”. 

“Well we don’t need your permission Son. Not if you lose conscious in a moment”. 

“How are you going to do that?” 

“Oh, I think they said that you would be in some pain while testing so I presume they expect you to faint or so will be off it”. 

“Please Mom; please don’t let them do this”. 

“I don’t know what they will do. As far as I know they will do some more testing in a moment”. 

“Doc” I said looking at her now. 

“What are you going to do then?” 

“I am sorry but we need as I said more semen samples from you. But we need it under special circumstances. So in a moment we will for a second stop the flood of blood into your balls. That will be just a second or so. Enough for us to get a semen sample out”. 

“But, how, what?” 

“Oh we will use a budizzo”. 

“A what?” 

“It is an instrument that blocks off the cords between your body and the balls. If we missed it it will cause some pain and we will try again. We need you to be completely silent so we can get the semen out and the blood back into it ok”. 

“And what if I faint”. 

“Well that is why your mom is here. In that case we need someone to decide if something goes wrong or the test results are negative”. 

“What if they are negative?”

“We might need to do some medicational treatment then”. 

“OH, but…” 

“It is nothing to worry about, you saw my son he looks still fine doesn’t he”? 

“Yea but what about the threats of my mom?”

“Oh, I thought you were not listening to her?”

“I am not, but not sure I trust her”. 

“Well you can trust me”. 

“If so, then let me go and I will do some research and will be back tomorrow ok? You can tell me what the disease is”. 

“No, I can’t do that I am fully booked for the next few weeks. So let’s get ready”.

“No, please as I am sure there will be something wrong, she will make sure it will”. 

I saw her evil grin and knew I was right about it. 

“We know what we are doing now lay still”.

I saw her hand with the devise going towards my crotch the next thing I felt was that one of my balls got a lot of pain to endure. I tried to stay conscious but as suspected I couldn’t. I felt how I started to sink in deeper and deeper as the pain increased. Then it was dark…..

chapter 41

chapter 5

Chapter 5

“I think you know why I am here.  I got a tip that the work of a fine new artist was going to be on display and when they told me the name of this new artist, I knew that you were gay.” 

“Oh, how is that?” I said, waiting for the answer I dreaded.  

“I think you know how I know, Nick.  I suppose you haven’t read the bits we wrote about the school protest and, more important, the human rights project Steve and Jordan started up afterwards.  We had a complete interview with Peter and Andrew about their commitment to the programme as well.” 

“Ah, and my name was mentioned in reference to that?” 

“Yeah … well, I’m sure you’re not surprised that your name came up.  But after talking at length with Steve about it, we decided that we would use Steve’s angle on the story rather then taking it from your point of view.  We wanted to keep what happened as a positive development.” 

“So, I guess you’re here now to fill in the gaps and go for the complete story?” 

“Only if you’re interested in us doing that, Nick.  I did read all of Steve’s articles and know from talking with some of the others involved that there must be a lot more to the story than you told them, but that is not what I came for today.” 

“Who did you talk with?”  I saw suddenly how he’d made the connections and why he’d come down here this afternoon.  

“You know al of them.  I think Randy was one of them but I’m a good friend of Alexei as well.” 

“OK … so they tipped you off about this art show as well?” 

“Yes.  They thought that some positive information on an up-and-coming young gay artist would be good for the gay community.  That is, if you’re up to serving as a role model … otherwise, I won’t write anything, I promise.” 

“Well, it seems that you’re more trustworthy than I thought.  I distrust journalists by nature, and my experiences haven’t made me change my mind.” 

“I know … but I write about art … not the gossip that inevitably swirls around in the art world.” 

“Well … in that case, go ahead … ask away, and we’ll see what I can answer.” 

Over the next 15 minutes the Advocate reporter asked lots of questions concerning my art … which media and techniques I preferred … if I had any major artists whose work inspired me … standard but interesting questions.  

“OK.  I have just one more question and I think I’ll have enough for my article.  If you don’t want to answer this one, that’s fine with me.  The guy in the picture … your best friend, as you called him.  He’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?” 

I smiled.  “Yeah, he is.  You’ll mention him in your piece?” 

“I’m not sure yet.  I was hoping we might get your permission to use the drawing of him as an illustration to go along with the interview as it’s really, really good.” 

“I don’t see a problem with that.  It’s not like the drawing will be displayed publicly after this as I’ll keep it for sure.
 I’m never going to sell it.” 

“Ahhh … OK … Tom said that most of your work hanging in the gallery has already  been sold.” 

“So he tells me.  I never expected that to happen.” “I think we’ll hear a lot more about Nick in the future.” 

“Thanks.” 

He left and promised to send the article to my e-mail for me to review and add any comments on it.  The guy from the Times asked many of the same questions as the reporter from the Advocate except for the ones about my past or the fact that I was gay.  Either he didn’t know about either fact, or he didn’t care. I agreed with Tom that my drawings and paintings could stay up for as long as he wanted.  He wanted me to do my next show in his gallery as well, a solo showing without any other artists.  He hoped I’d be able to get some work done soon, but I told him I wasn’t sure when that might be.  I probably wouldn’t have a lot of time to paint before the summer holidays.  He said he’d keep in touch and that we’d see where I stood later in the spring.  

When I got back to the hotel, my Dad was waiting for me.  He wanted to have a quiet dinner before I had to leave the next day.  He was really upset with me not staying around for the rest of the time they’d be there, so he insisted on having some time together.  I’d asked Nick if I should tell my Dad about Thomas … and why I needed to do this job now … and he agreed that explanations were in order.  I explained why the job couldn’t wait and my Dad agreed.  He was a lot more understanding after that.  

The next morning I was hustled out of bed by Randy to make sure we’d make our flight on time.  It had been a strange few days and, on the flight, I realised I was starting to make notes in my head of all the things I wanted to tell Francis as I still loved him very, very much and I knew there was no point in denying that.  I just hated that I wasn’t able to share my life with him like we had before this summer.  Our separation put an enormous strain on our relationship every time we talked.  I promised to myself I would set aside some time for a phone call and I promised myself to stay calm during it.  

My client Nick had already gone back to Orlando the night before so, on our arrival, we were picked up by a limo service.  I was surprised by how warm it was … I had lived all my life in areas where there was a definite change of seasons.  I’d never experienced a place like Orlando, where the seasons were either warm or warmer.  When I mentioned this to Randy, he said that that was what made Florida so attractive … but that living here in the heat of the summer took quite a life adjustment for people like me.  

I was nervous when I got to Nick’s place.  I knew that he had high expectations and I had seen the expression on his face when he talked about Thomas … but still, that was his perception.  If I didn’t see that in Thomas, then it’d be difficult for me to draw him as my client saw him.  

We were greeted at the front door by Nick and swept inside.  He told me that Thomas was resting and that we’d meet him later that evening.  

After we sat down in his gorgeous living room overlooking a very large garden, he asked, “So, how did the interviews go?” 

“Very well.  I’ll have to check my e-mail tomorrow to see how the article ended up.” “Well, I’m sure you’ll like it … that guy from the Advocate is very good.  He knows his art.” 

I know I looked surprised.  “So you were behind that as well?” 

“What do you mean … as well?” 

“Well, the reporter mentioned that he knew Randy and Alexei, but he never said anything about you.”

“But I didn’t tell him about the show, Nick,” my client Nick said.  “I know him but that’s more in relation to my job.  I didn’t tell him I would hire you, Nick.  So I don’t think that he would use my name.  He knows he needs to protect it if he ever wants to get that exclusive in the end.” 

“Ahhh … well … he did.” 

“So, was he the only one who asked for a personal interview, or were there more?” 

“Yes, the journalist from the Times wanted to ask some more questions, too.” 

“Great!  You’ll become better known in the art world quite quickly then.  He has a good sense for modern art, too, and is well respected in the art world.” 

“So … where do you want me to paint, Nick?  I’d like to start tomorrow if I can.” 

“Yeah, that won’t be a problem.  You did bring all your equipment, didn’t you?” 

“No, I didn’t carry it with me.  It should be delivered first thing tomorrow.” 

“You want to see the spot I thought would be ideal for work?” 

“That sounds like a plan.  Then I can see the quality of the light there and what effect it’ll have.” 

He showed me a small room just off the living room which looked out onto a small lake that was on the other side of the garden.  “I thought you could work in here.  The light is good and it’s one of Thomas’s favourite places to sit.”  
I looked around.  It looked good to me.  “So how sick is Thomas at the moment?  How long can our sessions be?  I don’t want to tire him out or anything.” 

“Oh, he’s doing OK at the moment.  Don’t worry about that.  After his last stay in the hospital four weeks ago now, he’s doing a lot better.  We just don’t know how long this respite may last.  I think that, if you want, he could sit almost all day for you.” 

“Oh, OK.  I thought that, because he was resting now ….” 

“Hmmm, that’s my fault for misleading you.  You know how you can get when you haven’t seen the one you love for a short time.  I’m just a little over-protective.” 

We giggled because of his answer and walked back to the living room.  

“Ah, there you are,” we heard a voice from the other side of the living room.  

“You OK?” Nick asked anxiously.  

“Yeah, I slept a bit.  So, I see you brought Randy with you.  Good to see you, short stuff!” 

“Quiet, Thomas.  It’s good to see you on your feet again.” 

“Yeah, I just keep getting stronger.” 

While they bantered back and forth, I was able to take a good look at Thomas.  I could see why Nick loved him; he was very attractive and engaging.  He was very natural in the way he moved, almost like a ballet dancer, I thought.  Under his t-shirt he showed a very nicely muscled upper body.  He had blue eyes but they looked really dark in combination with his very black hair … a very strange combination indeed.  

“So who is that shy hot guy that you brought with you, Randy?  Is he your new flame?” 

Randy smiled.  “Hmmm … well, he could have been … except he’s taken already.” 

“Oh, is he?  And you haven’t been able to woo him over?  That must be a big disappointment.”  While he said that, he walked over towards me and held out his hand in friendship.  

“Hi, I’m Thomas.  Nice to meet you.” 

“I’m Nick,” I said quietly.  

“Hmmmm … are you sure?  I thought my boyfriend was Nick … or do I have two now?” he teased. 

I giggled a bit.  “Wow!  You should do that more often … you look cute with that smile on your face, Thomas.” 

“So … any of you want to explain why you brought this hot guy, Nick, here?  Not for our entertainment, I hope.” 

Randy and Nick couldn’t help but laugh.  I looked at them hoping they would clarify what was happening.  I’d already found myself a bit surprised that Nick hadn’t told Thomas upfront why I was here.

“He’s your birthday gift,” Randy said inaccurately, trying to hide more giggles.  

“Oh,” Thomas said in a camp manner, walking slowly around me now.  “Well … he’s very nice … very hot indeed … but I think I have enough with one Nick, to be honest.  You’re all I can handle most of the time,” he said to my client, Nick. 

I’d started to blush when Randy said I was Thomas’s birthday gift and Thomas walking around me, checking me out completely, didn’t help either.  

“Come on, guys!  Don’t leave me hanging here!” I exclaimed, hoping that one of them would help me.  

“He’s an artist,” Nick said simply.  

“Oh!  Is he here to create heaven for me then?” Thomas said with a smile.  

“Well, not exactly.  I want him to draw a portrait of you.” 

“Isn’t he a bit young for that?  Knowing your taste in art, I’d expect someone a bit more mature.” 

“No, he’ll do just fine.  He has just the thing I wanted.” 

“Yeah … I can see that … he looks hot … but is he gay, too?” 

There’d be no beating about the bush with Thomas, I decided.  

“I am gay, Thomas … and, as Nick told you, happily committed.” 

“We’ll see about that!” he smiled mischievously.  

“So you like the idea of your portrait being done, Thomas?” 

“Anything for you, my sweetie,” he said to Nick C.  He’d moved closer to Nick and grabbed his head and drew it closer.  I’d seen passionate kisses before but when the two of them didn’t part, I felt myself blush, a little uncomfortable by their intensity.  I looked at Randy who smiled and moved over to the bar to get a drink.  I pointed at myself and he understood that I wanted one, too.  

I’m sure that if we hadn’t been around, this scene would have developed in an entirely different erotic direction … but, when they came up for air, they got themselves a drink as well.  

For the rest of the evening we slowly got to know each other better.  Thomas’s illness wasn’t mentioned once, but it was there hanging in the background, I could feel that for sure.  I had to tell them about how I’d found the talent that I had and Nick C. ended up singing us a few songs.   In the end, Nick took us to our bedrooms and wished us a good night.  

I got my bags unpacked and headed to the bathroom which was through the connected door.  I only had a towel hanging over my shoulder.  When I opened the door, I was a bit shocked as Randy was standing in front of the basin, brushing his teeth.  

“Oh, sorry,” I stammered.  

He must have seen me in the reflection of the mirror.  He smiled and said, “Hmmm … a hot guy indeed, Nick!” 
Ignoring his innuendo, I said “I’ll be right back.”  

“Come on in!  You’ve nothing to be ashamed of, so do whatever you came to do.  I’ll be finished in a second.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah … as long as you don’t expect me to get naked, too!”  

He was still wearing a pair of white briefs, something that, in my mind, only made him look hotter than without them.  
I moved towards the shower, hung up the towel, and stepped in.  “You’re going to be OK, Nick?” he asked.  

“Yeah, I think a good night of sleep will do me a lot of good, Randy, and a shower will help, too.” 

“OK … just call me if you need to talk.” 

“I will.  I’ll probably telephone Francis in a moment.” 

“That sounds like a plan.  Good night, Nick.” 

“Night, Randy.” 

I finished my shower and went back to my bedroom.  I sat down on the chair in front of the window.  It appeared that I was on the side of the house that overlooked the lake.  I saw the sun slowly sinking behind it.  
I sighed, trying to get the nerve up to call Francis.  No yelling, no yelling, I said to myself.  
I played with the television and then waited, taking deep breaths.  I dialled.  The phone rang once, twice, three, four times.  Come on … answer it … I willed Francis to pick up.  Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven rings … come on … you can’t be asleep already!  But after number fifteen, the voicemail clicked in.  Not wanting or able to say a lot, I just said, “Hey, Nick here.  Call me please.” 

I left the mobile beside my bed, just in case he called.  I laid down and, with the relaxing evening that we’d had and the reassuring interaction between Nick and Thomas, I realised I missed Francis more than I wanted to admit.  I also began to see where my yelling had come from … it was pure frustration at not being able to be with him.  Damn!  There must be some solution to this quandary.  I just hoped he’d call back soon.  

I was awakened the next morning by a knock on my bedroom door.  I saw it was light already.  “I’m awake,” I said.  

“Can I come in?” Nick C.’s voice came from the other side of the door.

“Yeah, come on in.” 

When he saw I was still in bed, he stopped.  “Are you sure?  I thought you’d have been up for a while.” 

“No, sorry … just waking up.  You came to call me for breakfast?” 

He smiled.  “I don’t think you’re awake yet … it’s almost 11 a.m.  There’s some breakfast left for you in the kitchen but we’ve already had ours.” 

“Oh, damn!  You should have called me.” 

“We decided against it, Nick.  I think the last few days have taken quite a bit out of you and I want you to be at your best when you start.” 

“I see.  Well, you tell the others I’ll be down soon, OK?” 

“Sure.  I just wanted to know if you wanted me to put your equipment anywhere special.” 

“It arrived?” 

“Yes.  There’s quite a lot.  I never knew you needed so much to draw.” 

“Well, in general, I don’t need everything I sent … but I like to have every option available to me, just to make sure.” 

“Well … just let me know where you want it.” 

“That room you showed us is as good a place as any.  I can start there.” 

“OK … I just wasn’t sure there’d be enough room to draw.” 

“Oh, I think I’ll want to suss out other options, too,” quipped Nick to Nich C. 

“OK … you go ahead and do whatever you think you need to get the job done.  You’re the artist here.” 

He left and I got up.  I showered and dressed in my working outfit, which felt way too warm as I would find out later on the day.  I got some breakfast and looked around to find where the others were.  

“Good morning, Nick!” Randy said when he saw me coming into the garden.  They were sitting on the patio.  

“So, when do you want to start?” Thomas asked.  

“Whenever you want,” I replied 

“Well, let’s have some coffee and then get going.  I’m anxious to see how good you are.” 

“Hmmmm,” I thought.  A bit unsure of my status, I looked at Randy and Nick.  

“Come on … you can say anything you want, Nick,” Randy said.  

“Well … it’s just that I don’t want either of you seeing my work until it’s finished.” 

“Oh, another artist hang-up!” Thomas said, smiling.  

I looked at him.  “Oh, a lot of artists work that way.  Nick never wants me to hear a song that he is writing until it’s done, music and all.  

I smiled at Nick.

“I don’t think that there’ll be a lot to see anyway today.  But you’ll see everything later.  What are you going to do while I work?” I asked, looking at Randy and Nick.  

“Oh, watch you guys!” Randy said with a smile.  

“Hmmmm … I don’t think so.   I’m sure you haven’t shopped in quite some time and I know I need a few surprises so you better go and enjoy yourself some where else.” 

“How long?” Nick asked.  

“Oh, you’re going to give in that easy, Nick?  I thought you’d want to see the artist at work?” 

“I know … but if you prefer that we leave … we’ll go.  I want you to do this on your terms, understood?” 

“I guess that’s fair to Nick,” Randy said.  

“We can talk later, OK?  And I’m looking forward to my surprise,” I said. 

Nick and Randy made their way out of the house.  I looked at Thomas.

“So, what do you want me to do now?” 

“Well … nothing too tiring today, to be honest.  I thought we could talk a bit and, while we do that, we could walk around and see if we find a nice spot where we could work.” 

For the next hour we talked about ourselves mostly.  We got to know each other … which I thought was a good start for me, so I could see what I needed to bring to this project.  He told me how he’d met Nick C. and how they started out.  It had been a difficult start but I could see that he was very happy with the way their relationship had evolved.  We didn’t talk about his illness … so far, no one had said a word about it … so I thought it better to stay away from that delicate subject.  

“OK, so where is your boyfriend?” Thomas asked out of the blue. 

“He is off doing his thing … he’s a member of the national gymnastics team.” 

“Wow!  You’re a very gifted couple, then.” 

“He’s doing OK,” I said with a sigh.  

“Hmmmm … that sounds like there’s some clouds mixed in with the sunshine,” Thomas said.  

“Well … let’s say we’ve hit our first rough spot since we got together.  I think distance and our competing ambitions are making things harder than they need to be.” 

“Don’t worry, Nick.  If it’s true love, then everything will work out OK.” 

We ended up back at the house, on the side overlooking the lake.  The idea I got when I saw it the first time came back.  This would be a good spot.  

“Do you think you can stand here for a little while, Thomas?  I’m going to get my stuff.  I think this is a good spot to start with.”

“Ah, so now the difficult part begins,” he said laughing.  

I smiled at him.  “Be right back, OK?” 

“Yeah, go for it.  I’ll sit down till you get back.” 

That was the first little remark about his possible lack of physical conditioning.  I knew I had to do several, probably short, sessions.  It meant a higher level of personal concentration so I could finish my concept of the drawing after each session.  

I carried my stuff to where he was waiting.  

“So, what do you want me to do, Nick?” 

“Just stand with your face towards me, in a relaxed position … we don’t want a formal pose.  Just relax as if you were looking at a bird on the rooftop of the house.” 

“OK, I can do that.” 

I wondered if he had done this before as the pose he struck was quite good.  I worked on a few rough sketches.  This afternoon was all about getting a feel for Thomas and his surroundings.  I just wasn’t sure I could do what I had done with Francis.  Thomas looked serious and it was going to be difficult to get the expression that he had when he talked about Nick.  I knew it was there.  I just had to see it long enough to capture it.  

I wasn’t sure how long we’d been working together when my phone rang.  I’d finished one sketch and was starting a second.  

“Sorry, I’d better answer this,” I said.  

“Go ahead.  I’m OK here.” 

“Nick here.” 

“Hey, Nicky, David here.  How does it feel to have the summer in the winter?” 

“Great, David … no problems at all.  It’s a bit too humid for my liking but fine for a little while.” 

“Good.  And your assignment is going fine?” 

“Just started, but I don’t see why I won’t be able to do it.” 

“Good ….”  I could hear some hesitation in his voice.  

“Come on, David.  I can tell that you didn’t call just to ask about the weather here.” 

I heard him sigh.  “Sorry, Nick.  I just wondered whether you’d heard anything from Francis since Friday.” 

“Hmmm … not really.” 

“You tried to call him?” 

“Yeah, I left him a message, but so far there’s been no answer from him.” 

“OK … well, he will in time.” 

“Why did you ask, David?” 

“Nothing … just wondered if he had.” 

“Did he call you then?” 

“No, he hasn’t contacted me, either.”

“Well if you do hear from him, tell him he has some explaining to do.”  Damn!  Now I’d done it again.  I had promised not to get upset with Francis any more.  

“No … wait … just tell him I love him and that I hope to speak with him soon, OK?” 

I could hear a smile in his voice as he said, “I’m sure he wants to call, Nick, and you know he loves you, too.” 

“I know.”

“OK … let me know when you hear anything from him, OK?” David said a bit more urgently than the rest of the conversation.  

“I will.  Enjoy the rest of your holiday,” I answered and hung up.  

Now that was a strange phone call!  Seemingly he only called to find out if I’d been in contact with Francis, but for some reason, he didn’t tell me why.  Strange.  I looked back at Thomas.  Just at that moment his face broke out in a big smile and the love I had seen there before filled his face.  Not sure what had happened, I began to sketch as quickly as I could.  

“Wow!  I didn’t know you could work that fast,” I heard Randy’s voice behind me.  

“Don’t look,” I said without stopping.  

“But, Thomas isn’t there any more.  He’s gone inside with Nick C.” 

“Doesn’t matter,” I replied abruptly.

I continued to work on the image that I had in my head.  That was all I needed for now … but I didn’t want to explain that to Randy right there and then.  

I continued until I was happy with the second sketch.  I knew if Thomas could do that a few more times, I’d be able to get what I wanted.  I looked around and saw that it was getting dark.  I looked behind me; I saw the three of them sitting in the living room.  

I was starting to collect my equipment when Nick C. came up beside me.  “Finished?” he asked.  

“Yeah, for the time being.  I just needed to finish what I was doing.  It was a too good an opportunity.”

“OK … well Thomas wasn’t sure he should leave but you were so focussed on the sketch and you hardly responded to his presence, he decided it was OK to leave.  He tried to get your attention, but he failed.” 

“Oh, I know … that happens sometimes.” 

“Let’s go inside.  Dinner should be ready in about 15 minutes or so.” 

“Is it that late?” 

“Well, you’ve been sketching for more than two hours.” 

“Wow!  OK … well, show me the way.” 

I met the others in the dining room.

“I’m sorry that I left, Nick,” Thomas to apologise as I walked in.  I smiled and stopped him from continuing.  

“I should have warned you, Thomas, but I didn’t think it would happen so quickly.  It normally happens when I am doing the final bits of a portrait.  I guess I was caught in the moment as I tried to focus on your imagine.  Although I’m still not sure what happened … but your expression transformed at one point … and that was the look I wanted to capture.  I hope you can discover that look again” 

Randy started to laugh.  

“What?” I said as I saw that both Nick and Thomas were smiling too.  

“Sorry … I guess that means that Nick will need to be here for the sessions as well,” Thomas said.  

Added Nick C.: “I just walked in as you ended your phone call.  You looked up and started sketching like a madman.
 From that moment on, it seemed as if you weren’t there.” 

“Ahhh … that explains a lot.” 

“So is that how it works for you Nick” Randy asked. 

“What do you mean”. 

“Well is that your secret, you can keep focussing on an image that you saw and than just put it on paper”. 

“Sort of, but yea it seems my mind has got an incredible way to keep an image that I think is good saved up. But I have no idea how it works, it just does. And somehow I am able to know exactly when that moment is as well. It is strange but it works for me”. 

“Well don’t wonder about it Nick, Nick said. “Just enjoy it and make the most out of it”. 

“Do you have something like that as well when you are writing songs Nick or when you are acting Randy” I asked them. 

“I don’t know for sure but sometimes the lines just flowes into my mind and onto the paper. I can work for hours on it and then all of a sudden the click is there”. 

“Yea for me too, I can struggle for ages with a character and then at a point I got it or not. I talk a lot with others about it , that seems to help me. So who was on the phone?” Randy asked.  

“Oh, that was David.  He said to say hello to you … so hello.” 

“OK … so you decided to use the garden rather than a room in the house?” Nick asked.  

“Yeah.  I hope you don’t mind … but the light down there was just perfect.  I also think that the lake is a nice background for a portrait.” 

“No … that’s fine with me … you’re the artist, Nick.” 

“Oh … and who sings then?” I said laughing.  

For the rest of the evening we enjoyed each others company.  We agreed that we’d start the next morning at 10 and then break around midday for lunch and a rest.  If the weather was fine, we’d try to do another two-hour session at the end of the afternoon.  I could work on my sketches in the meantime and decide how I wanted to continue.  

I tried to call Francis again but there was no answer.  I didn’t leave a message.  His silence was frustrating but I didn’t want to get mad at him.  

The morning session went well.  Nick and Randy went for a swim in the lake and I’d positioned Thomas so he could watch them.  That position elicited various facial expressions, including the precise one I wanted to capture in my portrait.  This was going well, and I thought I could be done in just a week.  

When we broke up, we joined Nick and Randy by the lake.  Although it was warm, I didn’t want to swim.  I rested and looked over the water.  My gaze started to go further and further into the distance.  The lake disappeared from my view and my eyes focused on nothingness, a black hole that overwhelmed my vision.  The blackness slowly started to expand.  I also felt further disassociated from the landscape.  I started to feel cold and frightened.  What was going on?  I tried to refocus on reality, but somehow I was unable to let my vision go.

The feeling of something big, something terrible, something crushing overwhelmed me.  Suddenly I was in a locker room.  I recognised it … it was where David and Francis trained.  What was happened?  Why was I picturing this?  It wasn’t empty … a lot of people were running around.  Then I heard Francis’s phone going off.  The sound must have brought me back as I was suddenly lying on the sand instead of sitting up.

chapter 6

chapter 26

Hoofdstuk 26 van Tom.

Ik was net even binnen toen ik de e-mail hoorde gaan. Ik liep naar de pc nog steeds in dat te kleine slipje. Ik had het slotje er niet meer op gedaan.
 
Ik zag dat het een e-mail van de meesters was. 

Slaafje Tom,
Zag er lekker uit. Ik hoop dat je een goede maar niet te goede avond gehad hebt. Ik weet zeker dat Raphael je wel wat plezier bezorgd zal hebben. Voor vanavond vergeet niet dat het apparaatje weer om moet. We zagen dat je dat nog niet gedaan hebt, doe dat direct dus dadelijk. Van de organisatie van de modeshow hebben we begrepen dat ze erg blij waren met jou als model. Dus doe morgen precies wat ze vragen anders heb je een probleem begrepen. Oh en we zullen snel weer een keer wat afspreken, nieuwe opdrachtjes zullen volgen. 
Je meesters.


Wel ik hoefde er gelukkig niet op te antwoorden. Ik deed het apparaatje weer om en ging bijna direct naar bed. Ik wist dat het een zware dag zou worden morgen. De volgende ochtend ging niet zo heel erg snel en uiteindelijk was ik net voor half elf in de zaal. Het podium was al klaar en ik zag dat de nieuwelingen allemaal er rondom heen stonden. De jongen die mij ontvangen had stond met hen te praten. 

“ ah Tom, was het niet, kom je ook hier. Ik ben net begonnen met de instructies”. 

Ik liep dichterbij en stond net achter twee andere en luisterde. 

“Ok, wat we gaan doen zo dadelijk is kijken hoe het is om daar bovenop te lopen. Het is bijna net als op het toneel. Het enige verschil is dat je het publiek hier goed kunt zien. Maar toch zal voor de meeste de hitte van de lampen behoorlijk zijn. Om te beginnen wil ik dat jullie allemaal even achter elkaar over het podium lopen. Gewoon normaal en laat ongeveer 5 meter tussen elkaar in ok”.

Ik wandelde achter de andere aan naar het trapje. Als laatste beklom ik het podium. 

“ Ok, begin maar zodra de muziek ook begint”.

De muziek kwam luid uit de speakers. De eerste begon te lopen. Het leek alsof hij dat vaker gedaan had. De andere volgende. Ik wachtte tot het mijn beurt was. Als laatste sloot ik de rij af die het slingerende podium volgde. Het was ongeveer 1 meter breed en legde al slingerend een half ronde af zodat we weer bij het begin punt terug kwamen. Al met al een loop van bijna 3 of 4 minuten dacht ik. 

“ Ok, dat is lang niet gek. Nu gaat Alex het even voordoen”. 

Oh ja dat was een ervaren model dacht ik gelijk. Zeer stijlvol liep hij over het podium heen. Een beetje langzamer als wij dat zag ik gelijk. 

“ Ok, nu allemaal nog een keer en probeer te doen wat Alex zojuist deed”. 
Het ging inderdaad langzamer. Toen we klaar waren kwam hij het podium op Hij begon ons een voor een naar voren te horen en aan wijzigingen te geven. 

“ Ok , Tom voor jou geld dat je echt langzaam moet lopen maar daarnaast bij het lopen ook goed de heupen moet gebruiken. Dan komt de kleding echt beter uit. Ga eens voor me staan en zet dan eens 2 stappen”. 
Ik deed wat hij vroeg. Nog voor ik het wist voelde ik zijn handen om mijn heupen en draaide hij deze veel nadrukkelijker dan normaal terwijl ik naar voren stapte. 

“ Voel je het verschil” vroeg hij. 

“ Ja” zei ik. 

“ Ok, nu nog allemaal een keer”. 

We deden het nog een keer en ondanks dat ik dacht dat ik het behoorlijk overdreven deed werd ik na afloop weer naar voren geroepen. 

“ Alex, kun je het voor doen”. 

Alex kwam voor hem staan en begon bijna heupwiegend te lopen. 

“Leg je handen op zijn heupen en volg hem dan weet je hoe het moet voelen en dan jij Tom”. 

Ik legde mijn handen op de heupen van Alex. Ik voelde mijn lul tegen het apparaatje aan duwen toen ik in contact kwam met hem. We liepen enkele meters en draaide ons toen om. Ik voelde nu de handen van Alex ligt over mijn heupen heen gaan. Nog meer duwde hij mijn heupen rond. 

“ Ok dat is beter”. 

“ We doen nu 2 rondjes en dan kunnen we even naar de kleedkamer gaan. Belangrijk om te weten hoe je de kleding aan moet doen”. 

We liepen twee rondjes waarbij zowel Alex als de andere jongen wiens naam ik nog steeds niet kende aanwijzingen gaven. 
“ Ok volg me nu maar naar de kleedkamer”. 

We volgde hem naar de achterkant van het podium, een trapje leiden ons naar de achterkant van het toneel waar het een chaos was met diverse rekken met kleding stonden. Het was er vrij rustig op dat moment.

“Ok, straks lopen hier 15 modellen rond en een stuk of 5 mensen die zullen helpen met kleden. Het zal chaotisch overkomen. Je hebt ongeveer 5 minuten om om te kleden. Voor sommige is dat veel tijd voor andere weinig. Statelijk brengen we je naar jouw rek met kleren. Bekijk ze, bekijk hoe ze gedragen moeten worden. Ze hebben nummers erop zodat je weet welke volgorde je ze gaat dragen. Als je dat gedaan hebt dan ga je daarna 1 outfit aantrekken. Dan kun je uitproberen hoe dat voelt om er in te lopen. Hij leidde ons naar de rekken. Ik stond nog steeds achteraan. Alex stond naast me en zei: “ Kom jij bent steeds als laatste aan de beurt. Jou kleding rek staat aan het eind”. 

Ik volgende hem naar achter toe. “ Jij weet wat ik ga showen dan”. 

“ Ja natuurlijk, het ondergoed. Je hebt echt het juist figuur ervoor. Ik ben eigenlijk blij dat al die andere afgezegd hebben. Je zult het ontwerp echt waarde geven. Je hebt er het juiste figuur voor. Als de rest net zo veel belovend is komt het helemaal goed”. Bij dat laatste keek hij duidelijk naar mijn kruis. 

“ Je weet er veel vanaf” zei ik. 

“ ja het zijn mijn ontwerpen”. Zei hij trots. 

‘ ah, maar dan kun je ze toch zelf showen”. 

“ nee, dat werkt niet. Dat mocht ook niet. Dat zou niet eerlijk zijn ten opzichte van sommige andere”. 

“Oh ok”. 

“ Ik zal er straks ook bij zijn om je te helpen kleden als je dat goed vindt:” Oh kijk hier zijn we. Hij wees naar een klein rekje met daaraan een stuk of 10 kledingstukken. 

Ik zag dat ze heel klein en heel kleurrijk waren. 

“ He, dat zijn er meer dan 5. Dat is toch niet de bedoeling”. 

“ Nee, maar aangezien ik niet wist waar ik mee moest werken, heb ik al mijn werk meegenomen. Ik beslis straks wel wat we gaan laten zien. Kom ik denk dat je deze eerst eens moet passen en showen dan weet ik hoe het er uit ziet op het podium”. 

Hij had een witte slip uit het rek gepakt. Ik keek hem aan.. 

“ Je zult je toch echt moeten uitkleden” zei hij. 

“ Hier”. 

“ Ja hier waar anders. Iedereen zal je straks in deze slipjes zien dus waarom niet”. 

Oh shit het zijn dus allemaal slipjes dacht ik. Ik begon me uit te kleden. Ik keek even rond maar niemand let echte op ons dus ik trok ook het slipje uit. Ik zag Alex zijn blik naar mijn lul gaan. 

“ Ah, dat is interessant” zei hij. 

“ Is dat om medische redenen dat je dat draagt”. 

I voelde hoe ik begon te kleuren “ hmm nee niet echt”. 

“Oh, leuk voor het spel, beter nog. In opdracht van je vriendin”. Vroeg hij. 

“ Hmm nee niet echt”. 

“ Oh je meesteres”. Zei hij toen. 

Ik bloosde: “ Oh, meester, nog beter zelf” zei hij toen en lachte erbij. 

‘ Schaam je je er maar niet voor. Is toch leuk als je dat spannend vind. Maar eh heb je ook een sleutel voor dat ding want op deze manier ga je toch niet echt het optimale van deze ontwerpen showen”. 

“ Eh ja, in mijn broekzak”. 

“ Ok” zei hij en pakte mijn broek en haalde de sleutel eruit. 

Ik wilde deze aanpakken maar hij lachte en zij, laat mij maar is sneller. 

Hij pakte het apparaat in zijn handen. Ik voelde de kou tegen mijn lul maar ondanks dat begon hij toch al te steigeren. Ik wist dat daar geen ontkomen aan was. 
Hij haalde het apparaatje eraf en mijn lul sprong vrij in de blijde lucht. 

“ Goed dat is al heel wat beter. Hier trek deze nu eens aan” zei hij terwijl hij mij het witte slipje aangaf. 

Het voelde raar aan. Het was geen gewone stof. Het voelde erg dun. 

“Wat voor stof is het” vroeg ik aan hem terwijl ik er in stapte. Het was namelijk erg zacht ook. 

“Oh het is zijde. Een materiaal dat niet vaak gebruikt wordt voor ondergoed”.

“OH waarom is dat niet”. 

“ Wel het kan beter niet nat worden”. 

“Oh, zei ik” en ik kleurde licht. 

Ik trok hem over mijn knieën en toen over mijn bovenbeen. Het was strak maar ik dacht wel dat het zou passen. Toen langzaam over mijn ballen en lul. Een beetje strak dat wel. Het materiaal klemde zich redelijk straks tegen mijn huid aan. 

“Mooi” zei Alex. Hij boog voor over en duwde mijn toch al stijve lul ongeveer recht omhoog. 

‘Ok dit is beter”. 

We hoorden hoe de muziek werd opgestart en de eerste begon naar het podium te lopen. 

“ vergeet niet goed te lopen he. Ik ga kijken in de zaal om te zien hoe het er uit ziet”. 

Ik liep naar het podium. Een van de meisjes floot bewonderend. “ Staat je goed” zei ze. 

Een knul moest lachen en draaide zijn hoofd om. 

Ja, dacht ik dat zou ik ook doen als ik hem was. 

Als laatste beklom ik het podium. Het was inderdaad warm met het volle licht en ik was blij ik had niet te veel kleding aan. Ik kon inderdaad goed de zaal inlopen. Als ik dacht aan al die mensen straks. Pff dat werd niet makkelijk. Maar goed als dit het was, dat zou ik aan moeten kunnen. Ik was blij om er aan de achterkant af te stappen. Iedereen stond er nu te praten. Het scheen dat men blij was met het resultaat. 

“ Ok, we hebben nu een uurtje om te relaxen en wat te eten dan moeten de voorbereidingen gestart worden dus zorg dat je op tijd terug bent”. De jongen riep die tot dan toe alles begeleidt had. 

Ik liep terug naar mijn kleren. Alex stond daar “ Prima, nog iets meer met die heupen bewegen en het komt helemaal goed”. 

Ik deed het slipje uit en kleedde me aan. Gedurende de lunch ik kreeg veel complimenten. Dat ik er goed uit zag. Dat ik dat durfde etc. Ik werd behoorlijk zenuwachtig en het was inderdaad een gekkenhuis tegen de tijd dat we terug in de kleedkamers waren. 

“ Ok, jij bent de laatste die naar de make up gaat. Doe maar rustig aan. Ik denk dat het nog zeker een minuut of 15 duurt en daarna nog zeker 15 voordat we beignnen. Wil je zien wat ik uitgekozen heb. 

“ Nee geef ze straks maar gewoon aan. Ik geloof dat je toch wil zien of ik ze goed aan hem”. 

“ Ja zeker”.  Hij keek naar mij en zei: “ Wil je het echt niet weten?. Er is niets om zenuwachtig over te zijn. Dit publiek is wel wat gewend. Er zullen best een aantal exceptionele ontwerpen zijn vandaag. Je bent zeker niet de enige die ondergoed gaat laten zien”. 

“ nee, maar ik ben de enige die niets anders aan heeft”. 

Hij lachte “ Ja dat is waar. Wel kleed je alvast maar uit, hou je slipje aan dan kan je naar de make up toe. Volgens mij zijn ze bijna zo ver”. 

“Oh, make up niet alleen op mijn gezicht dan”.

“ Nee, ze zullen de rest ook even bekijken”. 

“Oh, Ok”. 

Ik kleede me weer uit en nu met mijn eigen slipje wilde ik naar de make up lopen. 

“ He je hebt geen stijve”  zei Alex. 

“ Hmm nee, moet dat dan”. 

“ Wel eigenlijk wel ja dan ziet het er het meest sexy uit he”. 

“Oh, well ik weet niet of ik hem stijf kan houden de hele tijd. Maar ik zal mijn best doen”. 

“ Hm, wel make up eerst, daar aan de linkerkant”  zei Alex. 

Ik was blij dat ik daar goed vanaf was gekomen. Ja tuurlijk een stijve was mooier maar mooi niet dat ik dat kon. Het zou best wel een keer gebeuren dacht ik maar nadat ik gisteren was klaargekomen zou ik zeker niet de hele tijd hard zijn. Wat er ook gebeurt was gisteren ik was raphael daar in iedergeval dankbaar voor. 

De make up maakte gelukkig geen opmerkingen. Hier en daar werd een beetje wat vlekjes weggewerkt en bepaalde delen meer nadrukkelijk aanwezig gemaakt. Zoals mijn lippen en mijn tepels. Ja zeker een verbetering dacht ik toen ik in de spiegel keek. 

Ok wel daar gaan we dan maar dacht ik en liep terug naar Alex toe. 

“Ok ben je er klaar voor Tom”  vroeg hij. 

“ Ik geloof van wel Alex”. 

“ Zolang je maar onthoud dat je moet heupwiegen een beetje komt het helemaal goed. Je ziet er goed uit en dat mag je ook showen. Hier ik heb nog wat te drinken voor je, daar heb je dadelijk geen tijd meer voor en het is toch warm onder die lampen”. 

Hij overhandigde mij het witte slipje weer en ik trok het aan. Alex ging weer op zijn knieen zitten en begon er wat aan te duwen en trekken. Duidelijk meer letten op de details dan eerder vanmorgen. Leuk en aardig dacht ik maar doordat hij af en toe mijn lul aanraakte begon deze toch weer wat stijf te worden. Gelukkig stond hij op voordat het te erg werd. 

“Ok, jammer dat je niet stijf bent maar het zal zo moeten”. 

“ Ik liep naar de trapjes toe die naar het toneel leide. Ik begon toch echt wel hard te worden nu. Ik dacht dat dat niet zou gebeuren niet nu ik zo zenuwachtig was”. 
Het was warmer inderdaad en toen ik zag dat het een minuut geleden was dat de laatste door het gordijn gegaan was, volgde ik. Ik had nog geen drie of vier stappen gezet toen er luid gefloten werd. Ik wilde bijna blijven staan. De zaal was wel heel erg vol dacht ik. Maar ik liep door al heupwiegend en tergend langzaam tenminste zo voelde het. Oh en stijf, ja steeds stijver bedacht ik me. Ik was blij toen ik van het podium af stapte. Het was er nu echt een drukte van belang en ik vond mijn weg terug naar Alex. 

“Ok prima, en je bent lekker stijf ook. Goed hier is de volgende”  en hij drukte mij een licht groen slipje in mijn handen” . 

Wel slipje dit had alleen een voorkant wat stof de rest waren alleen wat lintjes. 

“OH wow”  liet ik me ontvallen. 

“ Ja leuk he”. Hier ik zal je helpen het goed te doen. 

Het was wederom het zachte stof van zojuist. Nu alleen veel minder stof en veel kleiner ook bedacht ik me. Het zat erg strak.
“ Ik weet dat het strak zit. Maar dat moet ook anders valt alles er uit he”. 

“Oh, ja inderdaad”. Hij ging met zijn hand langs de zij kant om zeker te zijn dat het goed om mijn ballen heen zat.
Toen wreef hij de stof omhoog langs mijn lul. Oh dacht ik je doet dit beter niet vaker dan een keer. 

“Dat moet het doen, geil Tom, echt geil. Jij bent gemaakt om zoiets te dragen”. 

Ik keek in de spiegel. Ja het zat strak er rondom heen. Je kon goed mijn ballen zien, de vorm van mijn lul was wat moeilijker. Oh ik werd er geil van. Wel beter maar weer naar het podium gaan. Net toen ik klaar stond kwam er een andere jongen van het podium af gelopen. Ik keek hem aan toen ik zag dat hij een korte broek aan had, zonder een rits of iets er in en je zijn witte slipje zo kon zien zitten. 

Wow heet bedacht ik me. Niet goed want ik werd alleen maar geiler. Ik kreeg een zetje, blijkbaar stond ik te dagdromen en ik moest op. 

Op het podium aangekomen begon ik weer mijn rondje te doen. Meer gefluit deze keer maar ik vond het best leuk. Men had het al gezien hoe erg kon het worden. Toen ik terug aan kwam bij het begin werd ik door de speaker naar voren gehaald. Hmm wat nu dacht ik. 

Ik keek hem aan. Hij fluisterde. “ Gewoon even blijven staan en niet kleuren ok”. 

Wat bedacht ik me wat ne. 

Hij had zijn microfoon weer vast en ik kon iet zeggen. “Wat ik vergeten was bij de introductie van dit item is dat het wel gedurft is met betrekking tot de stof keuze. Je kan maar beter als man weten wanneer je het draagt of hoe veel vocht je verliest”. 

Van schrik keek ik naar beneden. Ja ik was geil geworden in dit slipje maar dat ik ook voorvocht aan het aanmaken was dat had ik niet verwacht. Je kon precies mijn kopje van mijn lul zien zitten in het slipje. Het was nat en doorschijnend geworden. 

“ Ok ga nu maar”  zei de speker. 

Onder zacht gejoel liep ik terug de kleedkamer in. “ Shit alex je had me wel even mogen afdrogen toen ik dit aantrok”. 

“Oh je was toen nog droog Tom, waarom denk je dat ik de stof langs je lul omhoog duwde. Ik had al gehoopt dat dit gebeurde. Maar da tje zoveel zou geven was toch wel wat meer als verwacht”. 

Ok de volgende dan maar. ‘ Ik verwachte echt dat het niet erger kon worden. …. Ik keek Alex aan en wilde bijna weigeren. “ Weet je dit zeker …..”.

Chapter 27

chapter 27

 “Meen je dit Alex”.

“Ja waarom niet. Ziet er toch spannend uit”.

“Ja dat zeker. Ik weet alleen niet hoeveel dat het publiek verwacht”.

“Zoals gezegd, men is wel wat gewend. Hier trek nu maar gewoon aan”.

Het was een slipje weer, maar de stof vormde een netje. Als je goed keek kon je mijn nog steeds stijve lul er doorheen zien. Of in ieder geval delen ervan. Was het nu maar een lichte kleur geweest dan had je mijn huid minder gezien maar het was zwart en daardoor redelijk goed zichtbaar.

“Oh wacht even toen ik wilde weg lopen”.

“wat” vroeg ik.

“Het moet net iets strakker. Dit is te laag”. Hij trok aan het broekje zodat het wat hoger zat. Strakker ook maar ook de gaten in het netje waren nu behoorlijk strak.

Terwijl ik naar het podium liep voelde ik nu alle ogen op me. Een van de ontwerpers riep naar Alex “Je maakt het wel lekker He”.

Ik hoorde dat Alex iets terug riep maar ik weet niet wat. Ik overleefde de ronde deze keer hoewel het geroep, gefluit en de aanmoedigingen behoorlijk waren. Ik was inmiddels instaat om ook nog een glimlach te voorschijn te toveren. Toen ik terug beneden kwam dacht ik wat nu.

Ik liep naar Alex toe. “Wel dat viel wel mee”, zei ik.

“Ja, dacht ik ook. Wel nog twee te gaan. Eens kijken hoever we gaan komen vandaag. Hier heb je de volgende”.

Het was deze keer een roze tanga slip. Het was ander materiaal dat zag ik al wel en het zag er uit alsof er elastiek in zet. Hij leek groot zoals Alex hem in zijn hand had.

“Ok. Bij deze moet ik helpen Tom. Je krijgt deze nooit alleen aan”.

“waarom niet Alex”vroeg ik.

“Hij had nog steeds iets verstopt in zijn hand en toonde nu wat hij daarin had”.

“Een dildo” zei ik harder dan verwacht.

“Hmm ja, leuk hè”. Ik keek om me heen. Andere waren door mijn harde uitroep gestopt met wat ze aan het doen waren.

“Je verwacht dat ik……”.

“Ja, je hebt niet gevraagd van te voren dus ik dacht je kunt moeilijk anders nu of je wilt zo het podium op gaan”.

“Nee, tuurlijk niet”.

“Wel buig voor over dan”.

Ik boog voor over. “Ok, nu stap je met een voet in het slipje en dan met het andere”.

Ik deed zoals hij vraagde. Hij trok het slipje tot boven mijn knieën maar dan voelde ik de tip van de dildo tegen mijn anus.

“ok relax nu”.

Ik liet uit een zachte kreet toen ik voelde hoe de dildo mijn anus in glipte.

“Ik heb er wat glijmiddel om heen gedaan dus dit moet wel gaan”.

Hij schoof hem er verder in terwijl hij het slipje verder omhoog duwde.

“Ok ga nu eens staan”.

Ik stond op, ik voelde hoe de dildo zich nog dieper in mijn anus duwde. Hij knielde en trok het slipje nog wat hoger en duwde de dildo nog net iets verder. Ik hoorde plop, ‘Ok dat is waar ik op wachten nu kan hij er niet zo maar uit Floepen. Nu nog even de touwtjes”.

Hij trok aan de touwtjes die aan de zijkant zaten. De stof stond nu strak rondom mijn ballen en lul. Mooi gevormd dat wel maar toch erg opzichtig.

“je denkt dat ik zo het podium op mag”.

“Tuurlijk wie stopt je”.

“Ok, wel daar gaan we dan”.

Ik begon zachtjes te lopen. Dit was niet leuk meer elke stap werd mijn anus gestimuleerd. Het was goed dat dit gewoon katoen of zo was en geen zijde want ik wist zeker dat mijn lul dit niet aan zou kunnen zonder vochtig te worden.

Ik klom langzaam het trapje op. Dit wordt geen pretje en hard lopen zat er nu al helemaal niet in. Het gefluit en geroep was nu nog harder dan voorheen. Ik lachte maar wat en probeerde zo snel mogelijk te lopen, hoewel dat niet prettig was. Ik voelde hoe het voorvocht mijn lul verliet.

Toen ik deze keer aan het eind aan kwam werd ik weer naar voren geroepen door de speaker.

“Tom, is het niet”.

“Ja,”zei ik.
“Ziet er goed uit. Is het ook prettig om mee te lopen”.

Ik wist precies waar hij op doelde. Het publiek nog niet en ik zag dat men met spanning ergens op wachten.

“Gaat wel, niet te snel is het best”.

Hij ging nu met zijn hand richting mijn kruis en voelde toen helemaal onverwachts de top van mijn lul.

“Je bent ook weer nat hè”.

“Ja, sorry voor dat”.

“OH ik denk dat met dit slipje dat ook de bedoeling is. Kun je vertellen waarom Tom”.

“Hmm, je bedoelt … “.

“Ja, je weet wat ik bedoel”.

“Wel dit slipje heeft een ingebouwde dildo”.

“Deze zit er nu dus in Tom”.

“Ja, hmm” ik bloosde weer.

“zo hoe voelt dat”.

Wel wat zou ik daar nu eens op antwoorden.

“lekker vol” zei ik eerlijk.

“goed antwoord. Dus als u uw partner eens lekker wil stimuleren dan is dit een geslaagde aankoop. Ok Tom zie je straks bij de laatste ok”.

“Ok”.  Ik ging snel het trapje af maar toen ik weer in de kleedkamer stond liep ik langzamer richting mijn plek aangezien ik nu erg geil aan het worden was.

“Shit Tom, geweldig jongen. Dit zal me straks aardig wat opdrachten geven. Zowel van mannen als vrouwen. Fantastisch. Ok, kom laat mij je helpen. Buig voorover weer”.

Ik boog voorover. Hij had zijn handen op mijn billen en duwde deze zachtjes uit elkaar. Langzaam voelde ik hoe de dildo uit mijn anus gleed. Erg sensueel, opwindend. Ik kreunde hardop toen de dildo eruit ging.

“Oh sorry daarvoor”zei Alex.

“Nee is prima”.

“Ok ben je klaar voor de laatste, we hebben hier even de tijd voor nodig om die aan te doen”.
Oh verdomme nog erger. Ik was inmiddels erg geil en ik wist niet hoeveel meer ik kon hebben. Ik was wel verbaasd dat ik nog steeds stijf was.

Hij had inmiddels het slipje uit gedaan en ik stond naakt te wachten hoe hij iets uit een doos naast hem haalde.

“Ik had niet gedacht om dit te doen vandaag maar je maakt zo’n geweldige indruk daar buiten dat ik wel moet”.

Ik denk dat veel van de andere ontwerpers wisten wat er ging komen als zij stonden allemaal naar ons te kijken.

Het was een zilverachtig slipje, niet een kleur die je veel ziet. Het was vorm gegeven als een jockstrap maar had button er aan als wel.

“Ok Tom, je stapt dadelijk door de beenopeningen en doet hem dan aan. Hij is als het goed is redelijk groot en je moet hem hoog optrekken. Ik zal dan daarna de sluiting aan de zijkant vastmaken”.

Ik deed wat hij zij. Het was inderdaad vrij groot de stof van voren. Maar vrij smal. Mijn lul kon eigenlijk alleen maar omhoog staan, recht niet scheef, dan viel hij er uit. Echt veel aan de verbeelding over laten deed hij nu ook weer niet. De buttons voelde koud aan op mijn huid. Er zaten er verschillende aan.

‘Ok, even de voorkant goed doen” Alex zei en ging weer op zijn knieën zitten.

“Je denkt echt dat dit gaat werken Alex”. Een van de ontwerpers vroeg.

“Ja, volgens mij wel”.

Hij frunnikte wat aan de stof. Ik voelde dat hij de buttons aan het positioneren was, twee onder mijn ballen nu, twee aan iedere zij kant van mijn lul en eentje precies boven op de top van mijn lul.

“ok dit is prima nu. Laten we naar het podium gaan tot net achter het gordijn ok”.

Ik liep naar de trap en beklom deze. Alex volgde mij. Nog steeds was er een stukje materiaal aan de zijkant los.

“ok, Tom. Ik ga dit zodadelijk aan elkaar doen. Je loopt direct daarna het podium op ok”.

“Hmm ja, maar Alex wat gaat er dan gebeuren”.

“je ziet het wel, wacht maar af en hmm geniet ok”. Met die laatste woorden duwde hij de buttons aan de zijkant aan elkaar en trok het geheel nog wat oomhoog. Daarna duwde hij me door het gordijn. Nog voor ik de eerste stap gezet had voelde ik dat een tinteling door mijn lul heen ging. Nee niet alleen door mijn lul maar ook door mijn ballen. Ik stapte nu langzaam vooruit niet zeker weten wat er aan de hand was. Met iedere stap nam de tinteling wat toe en mijn lul werd nog stijfer, drukking nu hard tegen de button die aan de bovenkant zat. Hoe het kan wist ik niet maar de tinteling werd alleen maar harder. Ik kon nu of ik wilde of niet nog de zaal in kijken. Ik was zo geconcentreerd op wat er gebeurde dat ik helemaal uit mijn dak begon te gaan. Aangezien het laatste keer was stond iedereen op het podium en de speaker was met ze in gesprek. Hoe ik het deed weet ik niet maar ik kwam uiteindelijk aan het einde van de rij aan. Nu bijna trillend op mijn benen van de spanning. Spanning verdomme dat was het op een of andere manier ging er een geleidende stroom door mijn lul en ballen heen. Het was ook nu niet meer aan en af maar meer en meer het begon een continue stroom te worden. De speaker kwam ten slotte bij mij aan.

“En Tom, heeft dit broekje ook zijn geheimen?” vroeg hij.

Hij hield de microfoon voor mijn neus en ik wilde iets zeggen maar in plaats daarvan kreunde ik hard. Toen ik weer iets rustiger kon ademhalen, hoorde ik de zaal fluiten en lachen en applaudisseren. ‘Hmm ja denk van wel” zei ik net op tijd voordat ik een nieuwe kreun uitstoten.

“Ja, ik geloof het ook. Kun je vertellen wat het is”.

“Er zitten metalen buttons aan de binnenkant van de slip” zei ik net voordat ik weer erger moest kreunen. Ik wilde van het podium af want ik wist dit ging niet lang meer duren. Ik realiseerde toen dat ik waarschijnlijk voorvocht droop nu en dat dat de eclectische puls alleen maar erger maakte.

“Ah, lekker toch of niet dan Tom”.

De puls werd sterker en ik wilde net antwoord geven toen ik voelde dat mijn orgasme tot een hoogte punt begon te komen. Mijn hersenen vertelde me om me om te draaien en te verdwijnen, mijn benen wilde echter niet en in plaats van een antwoord ik liet een geweldige kreun uit en voelde hoe het sperma door mijn lul naar buiten schoot. Al trillend op mijn benen met mijn ogen dicht probeerde ik te blijven staan. Concentrerend daarop, ik kon niet vallen, maar terwijl wist ik ook dat het sperma dat er uit bleef komen nu toch wel door het broekje heen moest komen. Langzaam begon de wereld weer tot me terug te komen en begonnen geluiden uit de omgeving weer door te dringen. Een geweldig applaus en gejoel van het publiek. Ik kon het bijna niet geloven wat had ik gedaan. Ik opende mijn ogen en zag dat Alex nu ook naast me stond.

“Sorry, ik wist niet dat het dat effect op je zou hebben. Alles wat ik met dit slipje verkoop vandaag is voor jou ok”.

Ik knikte maar wat en voelde hoe het sperma nu vanaf mijn been naar beneden begon te lopen. Hoe vernederend was dit.

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