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Chapter 17 by Onlysorta Onlysorta

How does the shoot begin?

Let’s pose our sexy boytoy

Ignoring everything around me, I look towards the studio’s center, And spy a little dais— spotlighted for a single person.

“Okay ladies, we’re moving Sexy onto that stage— get him stood? And keep the doors open.”

“Open!?” I ask, knowing there’s absolutely no way to stop her.

“Duh, other people need to use the studio, now come on!” She points to the center of the room with an evil grin, “Get on the platform like a good boytoy~”

When I hesitate to move, Beatrix and Fareehah each take one of my arms with a mischievous smirk, baring my cock again as they drag me to the very well-lit dais; the entire room of women snickering as they watch my little willy flop around. Both girls grope a handful of my ass while they wrestle me onto the platform, a whimper escaping my mouth from shame.

“You keep those hands at your sides, Sexy! I need to…” Ruby leers all over my quivering, humiliated form, “‘visualize’ this shot perfectly.”

At the same time the camera crew leaves me in the limelight to set up the shot, my mind wanders back to my happy place; every time another new woman sees—and laughs at—my penis, I just close my eyes and pretend I’m watching a Disney movie.

Ahab taught me how not to have a full scale public meltdown back in high school, by going to my ‘happy place’. Which, in my case is usually just watching cartoons.

It honestly isn’t enough to keep me from blushing like a tomato; the embarrassment reaching a fever pitch as steam tries to pour out my ears.

Fareehah, Ruby, Beatrix, and Camilla are smiling like starved jaguars at my trembling, naked body; every last inch of which is made their ocular plaything as they zero in on my dangling penis, nervously flexing abs, taut ass, and beet-red face.

I envision myself in my pajamas watching Beauty and the Beast for the third time today, but the reality is, over a dozen women are gawking at me in my birthday suit while that diminutive, redheaded creep decides how next to mortify me— there’s no way for me to cope with this humiliation.

Biting her lips while gazing at my crotch, a light goes off in Ruby’s filthy mind, and she steps forth to make her announcement…

Christ almighty… just what kind of poses will she me into?

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