I wonder how common this is during model photoshoots?

[Guest]

I've often wondered how photographers can do their jobs working with such incredibly handsome men. If I were a photographer, sometimes I think I'd tell the dude I'd pay him anything if he let me have fun with his body. Model Fred Scarf describes this interaction with a photographer; it may be quite apocryphal, of course.

I remember it like it was 69 seconds ago... I was on set at my very first photoshoot. I was a bit nervous but excited.

 

A photographer found me by way of my Instagram page (check it out here - yes, this is my real page) and insisted we shoot right away. He offered me an insane amount of money just to flash me with his camera. So I said yes of course.

When I arrived he was professional looking. In fact he didn't look much like a photographer- more like a CEO of some major company. He was kind of hot in a geeky sort of way. “H-hey there Fred.” he said as he looked at me like a full course meal. “I’m Simon, it's so nice to meet you.”

 

“Same here.” I said as I extended my member to shake his hand. He held on to it longer than usual as he sexualized me with his eyes…I could tell my total package was making him weak.

 

“Your muscles look even more chiseled than your photos. They are almost God-like.” I’d spent countless hours in the gym making sure my abs, glutes, triceps and biceps etc were picture perfect. So It felt right to have that recognized.

But he wanted to do more than just recognize them…He spent another 30 minutes or so perfecting the lighting. “We are almost ready to shoot. I just need to... lube- I mean oil you down first.”

 

Before I knew it he was rubbing warm- coconut smelling oil all over my 9 pack abs. He was caressing my body as if each muscle was casting a spell on him. He was in a full blown trance. All of a sudden the impulse to manipulate his altered state came over me. I felt like I could easily control him. It only took him 5 seconds more to confirm it.

“You deserve to be worshiped like a God”

“So do it then.”

“Do what?” He asked.

“Worship me like a God.”

He gave me an exposed yet relieved look. “Yes, Muscle Master” He panted. Muscle Master...that had a ring to it...

“Now, on your fucking knees.” I said firmly without raising my voice. I never had to. My slaves know I mean business without all the screaming and yelling.

“Yes, Muscle Master. “ He said. He got on his knees and started to kiss my calf muscles.

I smiled a naughty victorious smile. I knew I had him by his tiny little balls.

“This is why you paid me so much to be here isn't it?” I asked as he licked my quads like they were lollipops. “You wanted to be used didnt you?” He came up for air.

“Yes, Master. At first I just wanted to take pictures of you to worship. But when I saw you I needed to worship you in real time. Can I please be your bitch Fred. Please?”

“That depends. Let’s see what else you're good at licking…”

From then on we saw each other several times a week and those big pay days keep on coming. He was a complete addict just like I wanted him to be. I took every opportunity to mind fuck him deeper...to make him weaker and weaker...I have so many stories about our adventures...

[+ bigjoey]

I've often wondered how photographers can do their jobs working with such incredibly handsome men. If I were a photographer, sometimes I think I'd tell the dude I'd pay him anything if he let me have fun with his body. Model Fred Scarf describes this interaction with a photographer; it may be quite apocryphal, of course.

I remember it like it was 69 seconds ago... I was on set at my very first photoshoot. I was a bit nervous but excited.

 

A photographer found me by way of my Instagram page (check it out here - yes, this is my real page) and insisted we shoot right away. He offered me an insane amount of money just to flash me with his camera. So I said yes of course.

When I arrived he was professional looking. In fact he didn't look much like a photographer- more like a CEO of some major company. He was kind of hot in a geeky sort of way. “H-hey there Fred.” he said as he looked at me like a full course meal. “I’m Simon, it's so nice to meet you.”

 

“Same here.” I said as I extended my member to shake his hand. He held on to it longer than usual as he sexualized me with his eyes…I could tell my total package was making him weak.

 

“Your muscles look even more chiseled than your photos. They are almost God-like.” I’d spent countless hours in the gym making sure my abs, glutes, triceps and biceps etc were picture perfect. So It felt right to have that recognized.

But he wanted to do more than just recognize them…He spent another 30 minutes or so perfecting the lighting. “We are almost ready to shoot. I just need to... lube- I mean oil you down first.”

 

Before I knew it he was rubbing warm- coconut smelling oil all over my 9 pack abs. He was caressing my body as if each muscle was casting a spell on him. He was in a full blown trance. All of a sudden the impulse to manipulate his altered state came over me. I felt like I could easily control him. It only took him 5 seconds more to confirm it.

“You deserve to be worshiped like a God”

“So do it then.”

“Do what?” He asked.

“Worship me like a God.”

He gave me an exposed yet relieved look. “Yes, Muscle Master” He panted. Muscle Master...that had a ring to it...

“Now, on your fucking knees.” I said firmly without raising my voice. I never had to. My slaves know I mean business without all the screaming and yelling.

“Yes, Muscle Master. “ He said. He got on his knees and started to kiss my calf muscles.

I smiled a naughty victorious smile. I knew I had him by his tiny little balls.

“This is why you paid me so much to be here isn't it?” I asked as he licked my quads like they were lollipops. “You wanted to be used didnt you?” He came up for air.

“Yes, Master. At first I just wanted to take pictures of you to worship. But when I saw you I needed to worship you in real time. Can I please be your bitch Fred. Please?”

“That depends. Let’s see what else you're good at licking…”

From then on we saw each other several times a week and those big pay days keep on coming. He was a complete addict just like I wanted him to be. I took every opportunity to mind fuck him deeper...to make him weaker and weaker...I have so many stories about our adventures...

Sounds like a Creative Writing 101 assignment.????.

[+ Charlie]

One of the old physique magazines in the 1950s used to print the names and contact info for the photographers in the back pages. That was how I learned about a photographer who lived very near me. I got to know him--long story which I won't go into here--and he admitted that most of the guys he photographed were amateurs who posed solely because he usually gave them blowjobs along with a few dollars. (Yes, he did photograph me, but all I got was the blowjob.)

[Guest]

I'm sure we're all more than curious to see what you looked like in the 50's Charlie! I'd pay quite a bit more than a few dollars to be able to lick every inch of Fred Scarf. He does have a degree from Cal, but seems to do his own thing rather than work for the man. He seems like a fascinating dude. I'd love to meet him...

[MscleLovr]

a fascinating dude. I'd love to meet him...

 

You sound as if you’re entranced already @Unicorn.

 

He obviously wants money so why not send him a DM on Insta? And in case others don’t realise, he’s KingFred offering phonesex on www.niteflirt.com

[+ poolboy48220]

“Same here.” I said as I extended my member to shake his hand.

Sounds like things ramped up pretty quickly there :-P