On a movie set

Darren was called a literal "Greek god", so when it came to his body, everyone was curious. His agent and co-stars often made sure he was cast in the most revealing roles so they could study up on his abs, bulge, and everything else. This time, he was to play the role of Tarzan.

Darren: Do you think this will cover me enough? (Holds up the tiny loin cloth with a weird stitching at the perineum).

Agent: I don't think the costume designer would appreciate your comments. (Angela flicks her ponytail in his face).

[Darren combs through his short wavy hair]

Angela: Well, let's see it...the outfit I mean.

[Darren walks into the changing room and Angela joins him.]

Darren: Mind if I have some privacy? (The blond man blushes through his cute facial hair)

[Angela steps out and Darren slips on the tiny thong/loincloth. It almost feels like hands are squeezing his balls. The cloth has gaps that are so wide, you can see his balls from the sides. His cock is neatly hidden. Behind the small cloth. When he steps out, he realizes everyone on set is there.]

Darren: (whispering) Shit. (Talking) So, how do I look?

Costume Designer: It needs a bit of "work". (Ryan walks over and fondles his bulge). HERE'S the problem. (Ryan pulls a string and Darren feels the bottom fall out. Everyone stares intently as his balls flop lower, but nothing else. Confused, they wait for Angela to investigate why the main event didn't show up.)

Darren: THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING! (Darren cups his cock and struggles to fit his large balls in)

Angela: Let the staff see what you're working with. They work to hard to design your clothes and shit, now show us.

[Darren's face burns red anger and embarrassment, but there isn't much he can do. 4 women grab his arms and legs as Angela snatches of what's left of thr loin cloth.]

Darren: AHHH! (Darren squirms in fear as everyone laughs at his little pecker. His dick looks no bigger than his belly button.) Please don't look!

The women laugh and giggle. "That's it?!" "It's...there!" "I don't even see anything." The women leg go an start snapping pics.

Darren: (Darren's face burns in humiliation. Everyone on set has seen his little penis.) Please don't take pictures! I'll do anything!

Angela: Let us snap more pictures. THEN we'll stop.

Darren takes off running as the entire set crew follows him.