TJ's Stories - Cover Boy (04)

The campaign with Caleb did really good.

I did not understand exactly what "viral" meant, but my agency kept saying it. The photos were everywhere. People online would not stop talking about my face and my ass. They said things like "that body is unreal" and "how is he even real" and "I need to know his routine."

I was proud in a puppy way. I worked hard on my body. Well, Greg worked hard. He gave me the medicine that made my bubble butt grow so round and smooth. He made sure I did not go into heat at the shoot. He was the best mentor.

But I was also confused. The photos Ethan published were pretty. Artistic. They showed me and Caleb in the tiny briefs, our faces close, our bodies touching, the morning light making everything glow. But they were not explicit. You could not see anything private. So why were people acting like they had seen something crazy?

"They're imagining what happened between the frames," my agency rep explained on the phone. "That's the power of good advertising. You're a star now, Brendan."

"Oh," I said, smiling. "That's nice!"

A week later, my agency called again.

"Brendan, we have something big. Luxury cologne campaign. Yacht. Ocean. High-end concept. And guess what? Ethan specifically requested you."

My heart jumped. "Ethan? The photographer from the last shoot?"

"Yes. He said you're perfect for this. It's a two-person campaign. You and a co-model. Very exclusive. Very high-profile."

"Okay!" I said eagerly. "I'll do my best!"

"Good boy. The shoot is tomorrow morning. We're sending a car."

The car picked me up early and drove me to a private marina.

The sun was already warm and bright. The air smelled like salt and expensive boats. I walked down a long dock, carrying my small duffel bag, until I saw the yacht.

It was huge. White and sleek and shining in the morning light. Chrome railings. Teak deck. A big sunpad with white cushions. Cologne bottles arranged on a glass table like props.

Ethan was standing on the deck, adjusting one of his cameras. When he saw me, he smiled and waved.

"Brendan! You're here!"

I climbed aboard, my heart pounding with excitement. "Hi, Ethan! I'm so happy you wanted me for this shoot!"

"Of course I wanted you," Ethan said warmly, pulling me into a quick hug. "You were incredible last time. The campaign blew up because of you. That face. That body. That energy. You're a natural."

I blushed, my blue eyes sparkling. "Thank you! I just try to be a good model."

"You're the best," Ethan said. He gestured toward a small changing area below deck. "Go ahead and get into your speedo. It's in the bag on the bench. Your co-model should be here any minute."

I went below deck and found the bag. Inside was a tiny, expensive-looking speedo. It was bright white, made of some kind of luxury microfiber that felt soft and stretchy in my hands. The pouch was small. The sides were basically strings.

I stripped off my clothes and pulled the speedo on.

The front pouch squeezed my cock and balls into a tight, round package. The back was even more insane. The thin white fabric stretched completely transparent across my massive bubble butt. The strings dug into my hips and disappeared between my huge, smooth cheeks.

I looked at myself in the small mirror. My body was glowing. My waist was tiny. My abs were ripped and shiny. My perky pec tits sat high and firm on my chest. And my ass looked absolutely obscene in the tiny speedo.

I smiled at my reflection. The camera was going to love this.

I climbed back up onto the deck. Ethan looked up from his camera and his eyes widened.

"Jesus Christ, Brendan," he muttered. "You look perfect. Absolutely perfect."

"Thank you!" I said brightly.

Just then, I heard heavy footsteps on the dock. I turned and saw a man climbing aboard.

He was huge.

Tall, broad, and massively built. His shoulders were wide and thick. His chest was heavy with muscle. His arms were like tree trunks. His jaw was square and strong, covered with dark stubble. His eyes were intense and blue-gray. His hair was dark and slightly messy in a way that looked expensive.

He was wearing a tiny black speedo that matched mine. The pouch was bulging. I could see the thick, heavy outline of his cock pressing against the fabric. It looked enormous. Way too big for the tiny garment.

I stared at him with wide, awestruck blue eyes.

"Oh my god," I whispered.

The man looked around the yacht, then at Ethan, then at me. His expression was confused.

"Ethan?" he said, his voice deep and smooth. "What's going on? My team said this was a cologne campaign. They didn't mention it was a two-man shoot. Where's the female model?"

Ethan walked over with a calm, professional smile. "Henry. Thanks for coming. Let me explain the concept."

Henry. Henry Vale. The movie star. I knew who he was. Everyone knew who he was. He was in action movies and superhero movies and romantic dramas. He was famous for being huge and handsome and perfect.

And he was standing on a yacht in a tiny speedo, looking confused.

"This campaign is about scent," Ethan said smoothly. "It's not about a man and a woman. It's about two bodies. Desire. Attraction. The way a scent can make you feel something you didn't expect. Trust me, Henry. This is going to be iconic."

Henry frowned slightly. "That's not what my agent described. He said it was a standard luxury shoot."

"It is luxury," Ethan said. "Look around. Yacht. Ocean. Sun. High-end concept. And you're paired with Brendan, who just went viral for his last campaign. The internet is obsessed with him. This is going to be massive."

Henry looked at me. His intense blue-gray eyes swept over my body. My tiny waist. My ripped abs. My perky pecs. My huge, smooth, round bubble butt barely covered by the white speedo.

"He's a kid," Henry said slowly.

"He's eighteen," Ethan corrected. "An adult. A professional model. And he's perfect for this."

I stepped forward, smiling brightly. "Hi! I'm Brendan! I'm such a big fan! I've watched your movies since I was a kid! You're amazing!"

Henry's expression softened slightly. "Thanks, kid. You're, uh... you're very enthusiastic."

"I just want to do a good job!" I said eagerly.

Ethan clapped his hands together. "Great. Let's get started. Henry, just trust me. We'll start simple. Solo shots. Then some paired poses. Nothing crazy. Just two beautiful bodies and a luxury product."

Henry hesitated, then sighed. "Fine. Let's do it."

Ethan started with solo shots of me.

He had me stand at the railing, looking out at the ocean. The sun was warm on my smooth, oiled skin. The white speedo clung to my body, the strings cutting into my hips, the fabric stretched tight across my bubble butt.

Click. Click. Click.

"Beautiful, Brendan. Now turn around. Face me. Hand on the rail. Casual."

I turned and leaned back against the railing, one hand resting on the chrome. My abs caught the light. My pecs looked full and perky. The front pouch of the speedo showed the neat outline of my cock.

Click. Click. Click.

"Perfect. Now look over your shoulder. Show me that ass."

I turned and bent slightly, looking back at the camera with wide blue eyes. My huge bubble butt stuck out behind me, the white fabric nearly transparent, the smooth golden cheeks plump and round.

Click. Click. Click.

"God, you're a dream," Ethan murmured.

Then he brought Henry over.

"Okay, let's do some paired shots. Henry, stand behind Brendan. Put your hand on his waist. Like you're steadying him. Protective."

Henry walked over. Up close, he was even bigger. His chest was at the level of my head. His hand, when it settled on my tiny waist, was huge and warm.

I could smell him. Clean soap. Expensive cologne. Something deeper and masculine that made my insides flutter.

"Good," Ethan said. "Brendan, lean back into him. Just a little. Henry, look down at him."

I leaned back. My shoulders pressed against Henry's thick chest. His hand tightened on my waist. I felt his breath on the top of my head.

Click. Click. Click.

"Now chest to chest," Ethan directed. "Face each other. Brendan, put your hands on his chest. Henry, hands on his hips."

I turned and looked up at Henry. He was so tall. So broad. His pecs were massive and defined. I reached up and placed my small hands on his warm skin.

Henry's hands settled on my hips, his fingers splaying across the smooth skin just above the speedo strings.

We were so close. I could feel the heat coming off his body. I could see the stubble on his jaw. I could smell the cologne mixed with his natural scent.

Click. Click. Click.

"Beautiful. Now, Brendan, turn around. Bend forward slightly. Henry, step closer. Hand on his lower back."

I turned and bent forward, gripping the railing. My huge bubble butt stuck out, the white speedo riding up between my cheeks. Henry stepped closer. His hand settled on my lower back, just above the curve of my ass.

I felt something press against my butt. Something thick and hard.

Henry's cock.

It was getting hard. I could feel it through the thin fabric of our speedos. It was huge. Thick and long and throbbing with heat.

Click. Click. Click.

"Perfect," Ethan said. "Stay just like that."

The sun was getting hotter. My skin was starting to glisten with sweat and oil. And something else was happening.

Deep inside my tight pink hole, a warm, tingling sensation was starting to bloom.

Oh no.

The heat was starting.

I tried to stay calm. I tried to focus on the poses. But the tingling was getting stronger. My hole clenched softly on nothing. A tiny bead of sweet, clear honey started to form at my rim.

And then the scent started.

It was faint at first. Sweet. Warm. Like honey and flowers and something deeper. Something that made people want to bury their faces between my cheeks and breathe me in.

Behind me, Henry went completely still.

His hand tightened on my lower back. His breathing changed. I felt his chest rise and fall faster against my back.

"What the fuck is that smell?" Henry muttered, his voice suddenly rough.

"What smell?" I asked innocently, looking back over my shoulder with wide blue eyes.

"That... sweet smell. It's coming from you."

I felt my face flush. "I don't know. Maybe it's my body oil?"

Henry shifted behind me. His hips pressed forward slightly. His massive cock, now fully hard, pressed against the curve of my ass.

"It's not body oil," Henry said, his voice strained. "It's something else. It's... fuck, it's making me hard."

"Henry," Ethan said from behind the camera, his voice suddenly very interested. "Stay exactly like that. Don't move. Brendan, arch your back a little more. Look at him."

I arched my back, pushing my bubble butt out further. I looked back at Henry with wide, trusting blue eyes.

Henry looked down at me. His pupils were blown wide. His jaw was tight. His hand slid from my lower back down to my hip, gripping me firmly.

Click. Click. Click.

"Perfect," Ethan murmured. "That's the shot. That's the desire."

The sweet honey scent was getting stronger. I could feel more slick leaking from my hole, soaking into the white speedo and dampening the fabric.

"Brendan," Ethan said calmly. "Are you okay? Do you need a break?"

"I'm okay," I said softly. "But I think... I think the heat is starting. I might need a dose soon or I'll leak everywhere and ruin the campaign."

Henry's grip on my hip tightened. "Heat? Dose? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"It's a condition," I explained in my simple, puppy-like voice. "Sometimes I get really hot and tingly and my hole starts leaking. Greg says I need medicine so I don't go into heat. If I don't get a dose, I'll make a mess."

"Jesus Christ," Henry breathed. "Your hole? You mean your..."

"My pussy," I said simply. "That's what Greg calls it. It needs doses to stay calm."

Henry's cock twitched violently against my ass. The head was starting to push out over the waistband of his black speedo, thick and purple and leaking clear precum.

"Okay," Ethan said smoothly, lowering his camera. "Let's take this in a different direction. Brendan, you need a dose, right? To keep the heat under control?"

"Yes," I whimpered. "I don't want to ruin the shoot."

"You won't ruin it," Ethan said. "Henry, you can help him. It's part of the campaign. The scent. The attraction. The way desire takes over. Trust me."

Henry looked at Ethan, then at me, then down at his own massive erection straining against the speedo.

"This is insane," Henry muttered. "But fuck, I can't... I can't think straight. That smell is driving me crazy."

"Then help him," Ethan said. "Brendan, get on your knees. On the lounge. Henry, stand in front of him."

I obeyed immediately. I walked over to the white cushioned lounge and knelt down on it. The sun was hot on my back. The teak deck was warm under my knees.

Henry followed, his massive body casting a shadow over me. He stood in front of me, his black speedo bulging obscenely, the thick outline of his twelve-inch cock impossible to miss.

"Brendan," Ethan said calmly. "Pull his speedo down. Slowly."

I reached up with both hands and hooked my fingers under the waistband of Henry's speedo. I pulled it down slowly, carefully.

His cock sprang free.

It was enormous. Twelve inches long, thick and veiny, the wide purple head dripping with clear precum. It bobbed in front of my face, heavy and intimidating.

"Oh my god," I whispered, my blue eyes going wide and glassy. "It's so big."

"Can you handle it, kid?" Henry asked, his voice rough.

"I'll try," I said earnestly. "I want to help. I want to be a good model."

"Good boy," Ethan said. "Now open your mouth. Take him in. Slowly."

I opened my mouth wide and leaned forward. The thick, blunt head pressed against my lips. I tasted salt and musk and something clean and masculine.

I pushed forward, taking the head into my mouth.

SLUUUURP.

My lips stretched around the thick shaft. My tongue pressed against the underside. I felt the weight of him on my tongue, heavy and hot.

"Fuck," Henry groaned, his hand coming down to rest on the top of my head. "Your mouth is so warm."

I pushed forward, taking more of him. Three inches. Four inches. Five inches.

My JPS throat started to react. Thick, sweet saliva began to pour from my glands, coating his cock, making everything slick and wet. The spit was not normal. It was honey-sweet and thick, almost like syrup.

GLUCK... GLUCK... GLUCK...

I gagged softly as he hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered. Drool spilled from the corners of my mouth, running down my chin, dripping onto my chest and the white speedo.

Click. Click. Click.

"Beautiful," Ethan murmured, circling us with his camera. "Brendan, look up at him. Show me your eyes."

I looked up at Henry with wide, wet blue eyes. My mouth was stretched around his thick cock. Drool was running down my chin. I looked messy and eager and desperate to please.

"Fuck, you're pretty," Henry groaned. "So fucking pretty."

He started to move his hips, pushing deeper into my mouth. Six inches. Seven inches. Eight inches.

GLUCK! GLUCK! GLUCK!

I gagged harder, my throat convulsing around him. More thick, sweet spit poured out, coating his shaft, dripping onto his abs, soaking the teak deck beneath us.

"That's it, kid," Henry said, his voice getting rougher. "Take it. Take Daddy's cock."

I whimpered around him, my hands gripping his thick thighs for balance. I wanted to be good. I wanted to take all of him. I wanted to help him so he could help me.

Henry's hand tightened in my wavy blond hair. He started to thrust, using my mouth, pushing deeper with every stroke.

Nine inches. Ten inches. Eleven inches.

GLUCK! GLUCK! GLUCK!

My nose pressed against his dark pubic hair. I was taking all twelve inches. My throat was stretched impossibly full. I could barely breathe.

"Good boy," Henry groaned. "Such a good fucking boy."

Click. Click. Click.

"Brendan, pull off," Ethan directed. "Let me see the mess."

I pulled back, gasping for air. Henry's cock slipped from my mouth with a wet pop. It was coated in thick, shiny spit. Strings of saliva connected my lips to the head, stretching and breaking as I leaned back.

My face was wrecked. Drool covered my chin. My eyes were red and watery. My lips were swollen and shiny.

"Beautiful," Ethan said. "Now get back on it. Show me how much you want it."

I leaned forward eagerly and took him back into my mouth. I bobbed my head, sucking and slurping, making wet, filthy sounds.

SLUUUURP... GLUCK... SLUUUURP...

Henry groaned and started to thrust again, fucking my face with steady, powerful strokes. His thick cock slid in and out of my throat, coated in honey-sweet spit, making everything slick and messy.

"Fuck, your throat is incredible," Henry groaned. "It's like it's made for this."

"It is," I mumbled around his cock, my voice muffled. "Daddy says my throat makes special spit for doses."

"Jesus Christ," Henry muttered. "You're perfect. Absolutely perfect."

Click. Click. Click.

Ethan kept circling, shooting from every angle. My face. Henry's abs. The strings of spit. The way my lips stretched around the thick shaft. The mess on the deck.

After a few more minutes, Henry pulled out. His cock was dripping with spit and precum. I was panting, my chest heaving, drool running down my neck and onto my chest.

"Okay," Ethan said. "I think Brendan needs his dose now. The heat is getting stronger. Look at his speedo."

I looked down. The white speedo was soaked through. A dark, wet circle had spread across the back, and clear honey was dripping down my inner thighs.

"I'm sorry," I whimpered. "I can't stop it. The heat is too strong. I need a dose or I'll ruin everything."

"You're not going to ruin anything," Ethan said calmly. "Henry, give him what he needs. Brendan, get on the sunpad. On your back."

I scrambled over to the big white sunpad and lay down on my back. The cushions were soft and warm from the sun. I spread my legs, my huge bubble butt sinking into the padding.

Henry followed, his massive body looming over me. He hooked his fingers under the sides of my white speedo and pulled it aside, exposing my tight pink hole.

It was winking, fluttering, dripping with thick, clear nectar that ran down onto the white cushions.

"Holy fuck," Henry breathed. "Look at that pussy. It's so tight and pink and wet."

"It needs your dose," I whimpered, looking up at him with wide, pleading blue eyes. "Please, Henry. I need it. I'll take care of you. I know how."

Henry lined the thick head of his twelve-inch cock up against my dripping hole.

Click. Click. Click.

"Beautiful," Ethan murmured. "Brendan, look at the camera. Show me your face when he pushes in."

I turned my head and looked directly into the lens with my wide, innocent blue eyes.

Henry pushed forward.

SQUUUUEEELCH.

The thick, blunt head of his twelve-inch cock parted my slick pink folds and sank inside.

"OHHH!" I cried out, my mouth falling open, my eyes rolling back.

The stretch was intense. He was so thick. So long. My tight hole clenched around him, drinking him in, pulling him deeper.

SQUELCH... SLIDE... SQUELCH...

Henry pushed in slowly, inch by inch, feeding me his massive cock.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, his hands gripping my tiny waist. "Your pussy is squeezing me so hard."

"It's drinking you," I whimpered, my voice high and breathy. "My hole drinks the medicine. That's how it works."

"Jesus Christ," Henry muttered. He pushed in deeper. Five inches. Seven inches. Nine inches.

SQUELCH... SQUELCH...

My inner walls stretched and fluttered around him, accommodating every thick, veiny inch. Sweet honey frothed around his shaft, bubbling out and dripping onto the white cushions.

Click. Click. Click.

"Perfect," Ethan said. "Henry, go all the way. Brendan, tell me how it feels."

Henry slammed his hips forward, burying the last three inches deep inside me.

PLAP!

"AHHHH!" I screamed, my back arching dramatically. "It's all the way in! He's so deep! I can feel him in my tummy!"

"Good boy," Ethan said smoothly. "Now, Henry, fuck him. Let me get the angles."

Henry pulled back until only the head was inside, then slammed forward again.

PLAP!

"Oh god!" I cried out.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

He started to fuck me with steady, powerful thrusts. His muscular hips slammed against my huge bubble butt, making the soft flesh ripple and jiggle with every impact.

PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!

The sounds were so wet and filthy. My hole squelched and frothed around his thick shaft, creating a slick, foamy lubricant that made every stroke glide like butter.

SQUELCH! PLAP! SQUELCH! PLAP!

"Fuck, look at that ass bounce," Henry groaned, his eyes glued to my jiggling cheeks. "Look at how it eats my cock."

"It's supposed to," I whimpered, my voice going fuzzy. "My bubble butt is for taking big doses. That's why it got so round and smooth."

Click. Click. Click.

Ethan was circling us, snapping photos from every angle. He crouched low to capture my face—mouth open, eyes glassy, drool on my chin. He moved to the side to shoot Henry's flexed abs and the way my ass swallowed his cock. He zoomed in on our hands, our sweat, the wet mess on the cushions.

"Henry, sit up," Ethan directed. "Pull him into your lap. Face to face. I want to see him ride you."

Henry sat up, his cock still buried deep inside me. He pulled me up into his lap. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his thick neck.

From this position, I could look into his intense blue-gray eyes. I could feel every inch of him inside me. I could smell his sweat and cologne mixed with the sweet honey scent coming from my leaking hole.

"Bounce on it, kid," Henry said, his hands gripping my tiny waist. "Show me how much you want this dose."

I obeyed immediately. I pushed up with my legs, lifting myself off his cock, then slammed back down.

PLAP!

"AHHH!" I cried out.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

I started to ride him, bouncing up and down on his twelve-inch cock. My huge bubble butt slapped against his thighs with every bounce. Sweet honey ran down his abs, soaking into the waistband of his pulled-aside speedo.

PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!

"Fuck yes," Henry groaned, his eyes locked on my bouncing perky pecs. "Look at those tits bounce. Look at that pretty face."

"Am I doing good?" I whimpered, my voice high and needy. "Am I being a good model?"

"You're being the best model," Henry said, his voice rough with pleasure. "The best fucking boy."

Click. Click. Click.

I kept bouncing, my body moving on instinct. My brain was starting to go fuzzy. The pleasure was building, overwhelming, too much.

"Henry!" I gasped. "Something's happening! My pussy is squeezing!"

"Let it squeeze, baby," Henry grunted. "Give me a pussygasm. Milk my cock."

My entire body seized. My inner walls clamped down on his twelve-inch shaft like a vice, pulsing and milking him with desperate force. A massive gush of clear, honey-sweet nectar squirted out around his cock, soaking both of us.

"FUCK!" I screamed, my voice high and wrecked. "I'm cumming! My pussy is cumming!"

"Good boy," Ethan said calmly, still shooting. "Beautiful. Henry, don't stop. Keep fucking him through it."

Henry didn't stop. He gripped my waist and started to thrust up into me, pounding my spasming hole with relentless power.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

I went completely limp in his arms, my face pressed against his thick shoulder, drool pooling on his skin. My brain turned to mush. I was gooning, totally lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

"I've been a fan since I was a kid," I mumbled dumbly against his shoulder. "I watched all your movies. You're my favorite."

Henry's cock swelled inside me. His grip on my waist tightened.

"Fuck," he groaned. "You're gonna make me lose it, kid. You're so fucking sweet. So fucking perfect."

"Please," I whimpered. "Please give me your dose. I need it. I need it so bad."

"You want Daddy's dose?" Henry growled, his voice getting filthier. "You want me to breed this tight little pussy?"

"Yes!" I cried out. "Breed me! Fill me up! I need it!"

Henry stood up, holding me in his arms. My legs stayed wrapped around his waist. His cock stayed buried deep inside me.

He carried me over to the railing and bent me over it. My chest pressed against the chrome. My huge bubble butt stuck out behind me. The ocean stretched out below us, blue and endless.

Henry gripped my tiny waist and started to pound me from behind.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

The new angle was even deeper. His thick cock bottomed out against the very back of my inner chamber, stretching me impossibly full.

"AHHH!" I screamed, my hands gripping the railing. "Too deep! It's too deep!"

"You can take it," Henry growled. "You were made for this. Look at this ass. Look at how it jiggles."

PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!

My bubble butt rippled and clapped with every thrust. Sweet honey ran down my thighs, dripping onto the teak deck. The sun was hot on my back. The salt air mixed with the honey scent and Henry's musk.

Click. Click. Click.

"Perfect," Ethan murmured. "This is the shot. The desire. The need. The way the scent takes over."

Henry leaned down, draping his heavy body over my back. His lips found mine, and we kissed sloppily while his hips kept pounding.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

His tongue pushed into my mouth. I moaned and sucked on it, tasting his spit mixed with the leftover sweetness from the blowjob.

"You're mine now," Henry growled against my lips. "My pretty little model. My sweet boy. Gonna dose you every day."

"Yes," I whimpered. "Dose me. Keep me full. I need it."

PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!

He picked up the pace, fucking me harder, faster, deeper. His thick cock slammed against my prostate with every thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

"Henry! It's happening again!" I gasped, my toes curling. "I'm gonna cum! My pussy is gonna cum!"

"Cum for me, baby," Henry grunted. "Milk my cock. Take my dose."

My second pussygasm ripped through me like lightning. My hole clamped down violently, milking his cock with desperate, starving pulses.

"HENRY!" I screamed, my back arching, my mouth falling open in a silent scream.

At the exact same moment, Henry's hips locked against my ass. His cock swelled inside me, and then he flooded my inner chamber with a massive, boiling-hot load.

PUMP... PUMP... PUMP...

Rope after rope of thick, heavy cum blasted deep into my womb. The heat was incredible, filling me up to the brim.

"Fuck yes," Henry groaned, his head falling back. "Take it all. Drink it."

My greedy inner walls absorbed the fluid instantly, drinking the dose straight into my bloodstream. Almost nothing leaked out.

Click. Click. Click.

Ethan kept shooting through the entire climax, capturing our faces, our bodies, the moment of connection.

Henry stayed buried inside me for a long moment, grinding gently to make sure every drop was sealed inside. Then, slowly, he pulled out.

SCHLICK.

My tight pink hole fluttered and winked, pulsing with aftershocks, but holding all of his cum safely inside.

We collapsed onto the sunpad together, both of us panting, sweating, glowing. The white speedo was completely destroyed, soaked through and hanging off one of my cheeks. Henry's black speedo was still pulled down around his thighs.

I lay on my back, staring up at the bright blue sky, my chest heaving. My body felt warm and full and perfect.

"Thank you," I whispered, turning my head to look at Henry. "Thank you for helping me. I didn't ruin the shoot."

Henry looked at me with a dazed, satisfied expression. "You didn't ruin anything, kid. You were perfect."

Ethan lowered his camera and smiled.

"That was incredible," he said. "I got everything. The cover, the spread, the whole campaign. This is going to be even bigger than the last one."

I smiled up at him with hazy blue eyes. "Really? I did good?"

"You did amazing, Brendan," Ethan said warmly.

Henry sat up slowly, running a hand through his messy hair. "I need a closed set for the next pass," he said, his voice still rough. "Just us. No crew. I want to make sure we got the shot."

Ethan's smile widened. "I'll arrange it."

I reached for my phone, which was sitting on the edge of the sunpad. There was a text from Greg.

Greg: How's the cologne shoot going, puppy? Staying calm?

I typed back with shaky fingers.

Me: Shoot went great Daddy! I got another dose so I didn't go into heat! The movie star was so nice!

Greg: Good boy. Come home when you're done. I want to smell you and make sure the dose took properly.

Me: Okay Daddy! I'll come home right away!

I put my phone down and smiled up at the bright sun, my body glowing with warmth and pride.

I had done it again. I had been a good model. I had taken my dose. And Daddy was going to be so proud of me.