Not even close. Ruby takes my pants next.

“I am loving this! Christ, you’re probably hotter than back in college!” She snaps a quick succession of pictures, capturing the essence of male beauty as I flex for the little pervs.

A licentious grin from Wanda begets a genuine smirk from me, but my enjoyment of this situation tempers into oblivion when my redheaded stalker speaks up again. “These are some sexy goddamn shots, but let’s keep things moving Zachy— take off your pants, please.”

I don’t think I’ve any choice but to comply, so I obey and stick both thumbs into my pants. And although I’m screaming internally and already beginning to redden at the control these ladies have over me, I manage to keep quiet in my suffering.

Until, that is, Ruby wolf whistles louder than an oncoming train as I peel the pants down my long, flawlessly toned legs; I'm blushing something fierce under her harassment, and beg the tiny woman, "Can't you be at least a little professional?!"

The licentious redhead says, "Not when you're in your underwear! Now, come on— take those pants off!" while she steals several snapshots of me writhing in embarrassment.

Tiny red briefs. Goddammit. At the commissions’ behest I’d worn nothing under my pants but my skimpiest pair of tiny, red, briefs. They’re riding up my ass like a slutty thong, and are the exact shade of my blushing face. To say I’m humiliated to be ogled by the entire, all-female production crew in such compromising undergarments feels almost like an understatement.

And now that I'm stuck wearing nothing besides my tiny red briefs, the women in the room have begun to literally salivate; their wide, voracious eyes dart about my half-naked body like a pack of wolves sizing up wounded prey. The girls' shameless ogling shifts focus from my taut pecs, to my long legs, across my six-pack, but eventually, all rapacious leers settle at the same point on my quivering, beet-red form; my crotch.

“Why are you so nervous? Aren’t you a model?”

Biting her blue lipstick coated mouth, Wanda bores through my briefs with a gaze that could make even the proudest man wither. She, and the other beautiful ladies—and Ruby—in the claustrophobic room all tacitly scream what they want from me. Tess fights to keep a hand away from her crotch.

“Is he an angel? I feel like I’m in heaven~“

“A sexy angel, or a sexy demon? Because if Zachariah here’s a demon, I want to go to Hell when I die.”

“Literally how is he so fucking hot?!?”

“Those undies are so, so flattering, but… I wanna see what lies underneath…”

"I've been waiting years for this moment." Camila says with an expectant whine in her voice, "Come on Ruby just make him whip it out! I need to see some dick!!"

"I’m not going to ask you to drop the shorts twice Zachy.” My college nemesis says with the most perverted smile I’d ever seen plastered across her face, “We need to know what we're working with, so show us the goods~"

“I-I, I can’t!” I say, teeth chattering now that my facade of confidence has shattered like a fallen vase, “My contract says I can’t do nudes! Please don’t make me! And my name is Zachariah!”

“Listen Babe, I’ve already been contacted by your agency. They told me that if you don’t comply with Narcissus’ every demand, your career with them is over. So either show us your cock, or I’m going to cancel the shoot.”

“Aww, don’t worry Zachy, we’ll help you pop your nude modeling cherry~” Wanda coos.

“But–“

Ruby cuts off my objections, commanding me, “Off. With. The. Undies. Or you’re fired.”

I'm reduced to nothing more than a quivering mess, my face turning deep crimson as I feel the minuscule briefs tighten around my hips. These horny women are all salivating at me, and stalking in closer as their sexual prize becomes everything short of an inevitability, but…