Gay Erotic Stories

Model needed, the ad had said. Great for college student. So I called. I mean, what did I have to lose? The guy on the other end of the phone said he'd pay $50 an hour for two hours work. Who couldn't use that kind of money? So I drove out to the address -- an old warehouse. Inside, I met a man I guessed to be about forty. He was well-dressed and handsome, slightly graying at the temples. He explained the conditions of the job. What he wanted was a living mannequin. As a child he had watched his sisters play dress-up with their dolls. Now he wanted to fulfill his fantasy and do the same. I would have to submit myself to being dressed and undressed, and posed, without uttering a sound or moving. I shrugged. I could do that for two hours. He led me to a four foot by four foot pedestal and told me to undress and stand on it, arms at my sides. While I stripped he disappeared into another room. I was standing there in the cool air, naked and feeling foolish, when he returned with a garment bag. "Now," he said, "Remember the rules. You only move where I pose you and you don't talk. And I'll pay you the agreed to price." I nodded. He climbed on to the pedestal with me and opened the garment bag. Now I'm not the most buff person who ever lived, but I'm in shape. Still, I felt a sense of dread wash over me when he knelt and lifted my feet one at a time, pulling a leather thong slowly up my legs. He cupped my balls and pulled my package forward before snapping the waistband against my stomach. Next he slid leather chaps over my legs, rubbing his hands up my calves and over my thighs. That thong was beginning to feel tighter. He zipped my feet into a pair of shiny leather boots, then pushed my legs a bit farther apart. He produced a pair of studded suspenders and fastened them to the chaps. He posed my right hand on the back of my head and the other on my left nipple. He stepped back to admire his work and nodded to himself. As a final touch he tied a blindfold over my eyes. As the pedestal began to slowly spin, I wondered if Ken ever really dressed like this. Then I realized even if he had it couldn't have given him the raging hardon it had given me...