Baralai's Bastion

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Praise the Goddess
The Curse of Pride

�You�re so fucking full of yourself!� screams Amanda. Or maybe it�s Stacy. Which one was I on a date with now? It doesn�t really matter. This one looks like she has had her fill of perfection.

�What�s your problem babe?� I ask while giving a killer smile. I can see her anger give in a little bit. I lift up my hands and shrug my shoulders, I�m wearing a tight fitting tank top so it will show off the muscled arms I have.

�You expect me to roll over and do as you say cause you�re so gorgeous. I know you�re the agencies number one seller, but I can�t take this anymore. I quit!�

�You know you can�t quit me,� I say with a laugh and a smile. It�s not like I need her, I can always find another, and I usually do. But I have to admit, this girl is hot. Long black hair and a toned body.

�For the last fucking time Van. I work for the agency. I�m not one of your fucking girlfriends. And I�m a dyke, and thank God for that cause I don�t have to deal with dip shits like you.�

�I�m sure a night with me might change your mind,� I reply. Most girls are bi anyways. I mean I�ve talked quite a few to sleep with me. She sure don�t look like she is a total lessie. Maybe that was her name Leslie or something.

I suddenly see the wine glass have it contents being flung at my face. I wince back at the liquid hits my face. I grab the restaurants napkin and get the liquid out of my face and hair. I try to see my reflection in the mirror across the room to make sure my hair still looks good.

�You want to cool it bitch, I was just trying to give you a compliment.�

I turn to see I�m talking to thin air. Everyone is looking at me in silence, I notice a few of the girls are admiring my body. I�m sure I could talk them in to leaving their dates for me. But I�m too concerned how my hair looks right now. I walk over to the men�s room, not ignoring all the women checking me out. Even with my hair being a little of a mess, I�m still rockin�.

A few minutes later I�ve fixed my hair to look even better than it was before. Which is just in time because my phone starts ringing. It�s my agent.

�Yo, what�s up Cam,� say in the phone as I walk back into the restaurant

�Van, What have you done now?� he replies sounding exhausted. Don�t know why, I�m the one that does the work. He�d wouldn�t have as many connections in the modeling world if it wasn�t for me. A lot of companies are vying for me.

�Julia just told me she quit. Not only was she one of the best agents I had, I was hoping to get her contracted as a model. And don�t tell me she had her hands all over you, we both know that isn�t true.�

�I�ve told ya Cam, who can say no to me? I mean I�m your best model for a reason and no one�s complain about me in bed.�

�They usually complain once you�re out of bed,� Cam says under his breathe, thinking I can�t hear him. �Can�t you keep one agent for more than three weeks?�

�Dude, you have to pick them better. I mean they all want to sleep with me.�

�I�m fairly sure Dan didn�t,� Cam retorted.

�Ah fuck no! That guy was a closet homo, he was always checking me out when he thought I wasn�t looking.�

�Dan is a notorious womanizer, I thought you two would get along,� sighs Cam. �And not everyone checks you out. You do know that right?�

�Totally false, they all can�t help but look at me,� I say. I believe it too. I mean perfect body. Dirty blonde hair. I don�t even need to tan cause my skin color is just a perfect shade of almond. I also have these piecing green eyes that drive people crazy. They never have to photoshop my pics like they do with everyone else�s.

�Everyone�s got a different type Van,� Cam says.

�Pfft,� I responded. �Who would dislike my body? I�ve got the perfect body.�

�Whatever. I need you for a shoot in two days. Stay out of trouble and please for the love of god, no more law suits. Just work out or something. Stay away from girls just for two days.�

�I can�t say I can keep them�� I start.

�For two days!� interrupts Cam. �Just give me two days. That is all I�m asking. I need a drink. Take care Van. And no more funny business.�

He hangs up on me. I notice that this chick is checking me out. I have to say she looks boneable. Long blonde hair, big rack and a nice thin body. I just need someone to worship my body tonight. I mean I do have a body of a god and gods need to be worshiped.

She looks up at me all doe eyed, �So I couldn�t help overhearing you. Did you say someone didn�t find you attractive? I�m mean you sounded so defensive�

�Hey, not true. Everyone likes my body. I mean it is perfect.�

�Well I don�t know. Perfection is a goal, not an accomplishment,� say the babe, trying to be philosophical.

�Well Mission Accomplished babe,� I say give her a show by flexing my body and giving her a killer smile.

�But everyone has a different type. Some like blondes, some like brunettes.�

�Yeah, but I�ve changes my hair color for some shoots. So you can be anything you want to be,� I say.

�Yeah, well some people like muscles and some like skinny guys and some like a few pounds. You can�t do all that. Not to mention other traits.�

�Babe, I don�t think you understand me. I�m perfect. No one can say no to this body.�

She smiles at me. She mutters, �not yet� under her breathe.

�You know I have something to show you at my place. You want to check it out?�

She looking at me with those doe eyes and how can I say no. My place is usually better, but her place seems to be closer anyhow. That Jill girl may have flaked out on me, but as usual, I get laid.

We get a cab to her place. The girl tells the cab driver just to go to her place. Like she doesn�t even give an address. She just assumes the driver knows where to go. Maybe she is really loose or something. Or maybe she knows the driver. He does keep looking back through the rearview mirror at something. I think he�s looking at me, but it is hard to tell with the reflection. He�s probably checking me out though.

We get to her place which seems pretty nice dig for the city. I know mine is nicer though. She is so into me that she pays for the cab. She talks to the cabbie for a second looking like she is giving him demands. I wonder that that was about.

We get into her place and she takes off her sweater and tells me to walk this way. I get to her bedroom. She zooms off to the side of the room pretty quickly. When you walk into the room the firs thing you see in there is your reflection. It�s dark in the room, but I can plainly see myself.

�I believe I heard you say you thought yourself perfect,� the girl says. I don�t know here name. She hasn�t told me it, but I usually don�t care anyways. As long as puts out that�s all I need.

�But you do know there is no such thing as perfect, right?�

�You saying this body ain�t perfect?� I ask not really looking at her. I�m looking at myself in the mirror and admiring all the hard work and general perfection staring back at me.

�But no one is perfect,� says the girl. Its too dark so I can�t see her, but I�m not really looking anyhow. I just keep looking at myself. �Some people want muscle, some want submission, some want dominance, some want someone meek, everyone has a different taste. That is why there is no such thing as perfect. Just as your agent tried to tell you earlier, you can�t be everything.�

How did she know what me and Cam were talking about? �Fuck you,� I said smiling, �I am perfect. I get what I want always cause of my looks. No one can say no to me.�

Really Vance, I�ve never seen someone so lacking in empathy. According to Kohlberg you�d be stuck at age nine. Nothing but a pre-conventional self-interested child.�

�How do you know my name,� I ask. I want to look around for her and see her face, but I don�t want to look away from the mirror. Why would I? I look great.

�You don�t recognize me Vance?� She says. �You haven�t changed a but, but I have. I�d tell you my name, but you wouldn�t remember it anyhow. But let us just say I owe you one and I�m prepared to give you a gift.

�Huh?� I say as I turn to get a better view of my back muscles. Even from behind I look great.

�I�m going to give you perfection. True perfection.�

�True perfection? But I�m already perfect.�

�You really don�t listen,� she retorts in a sigh. �I guess I should just show you.�

I hear a door or something open. It creaks, but it�s dark in the room. But it is right by the door and I think I see something in the reflection. It is a pair of red eyes. In the glow I can see some sort of statue. But I can�t turn away from the mirror. I can�t take my eyes off myself or the weird glowing eyes.

�The mirror is special,� says the girl. �I borrowed it from a friend in LA. I figured it was a perfect mix with you Narcissistic personality. I actually don�t know where the mirror came from. Possibly from Her, it only seems to work on men. But it seems so much like the myth of Narcissus, but that may of also been Her. It has the power to change the one who looks upon it.�

�Change,� I say. It is getting hard to think. I keep looking at my body and the eyes. I can�t look away. I don�t want to look away, but I�m feeling scared for some unknown reason. Like a full out panic, but I can�t turn away.

�Yes,� she starts. �But the changes were always unpredictable. Although I doubt my �friend� has any control over anything he owns. But I think I just made you truly perfect Vance. You always thought so, and now I curse you with perfection.�

I can see here now, her reflection anyhow. He blonde hair looks like it is on fire in the glow of the red eyes. She has a cruel smile but maintains her innocent eyes also weirdly colored due to the effects of the light.

She flicks her hair back as she walks out of the room, still smiling. I head a knocking at the front door. I stay transfixed infront of the mirror. I feel so confused. I noticed how nice my ass looks.

After a while the mirror is suddenly goes dark. Well maybe not dark, but that was my first reaction. A black cloth is put over the mirror. The statue isn�t glowing anymore and fair is back in the room with another guy. I look at him. He looks familiar.

�Vance, this is our cabbie from earlier,� explains the girl. �He has a history that is less respectful. One that included driving girls to out of the way distances. But now he has reformed thanks to the power of faith. He also helps get me around town from time to time.�

I look at the guy. He�s gorgeous. I usually don�t think about guys and how they look. I always look better than they do anyhow. But this guy is Latino. He has big thick muscles and his skin was the color of rich caramel. He had a short cut black hair and thinly lined goatee. His eyes were dark and piercing. He was looking at me with a fierce look that would send a photographer screaming with glee. It looked like he wanted to eat me, and I was more than willing to let him. Where did that come from?

�I�ll leave you two alone and let my little experiment start off,� the girl said as she sauntered out the room.

I barely notice the girl anymore. The guy in front of me�he�s perfect. He�s just amazing. Now I understand. I wasn�t perfect. This man is. I need to worship him and his perfection. I need to make myself perfect for him. I needed to make myself worthy for him.

I never felt humility before. The unnamed made approaches me til the point where we�re only inches away from touching. The guy much be huge. I�m 6�2� but he easily towers over me. And his muscles. I�m toned, but he is like a body builder. They�re so thick and his right arm is covered in tats that seem so exotic.

�You got a nice ass boy,� said the man in a low tone. He was breathing heavy. He also seemed pleased with me. �Take off my clothes boy.�

I feel my body shaking. I want to please him so badly. I take off his shirt quickly and throw the shirt off somewhere. I run my hands across his chest and let myself enjoy the thick muscled chest.

He throws his arm around me pushing my body against his and our mouths collide. It�s a rough kiss, but I feel so lucky I feel his hard-on grinding into my own. I can�t believe that I please him.

�Take off the pants, Vato,� he says in a commanding voice.

I feel my whole body quiver at the command. I start breathing heavy racing to rip off the belt and pull down the jeans. I can see the constrained cock in his briefs and unconsciously lick my lips. If he looks so perfect, how does his cock look like?

I feel a hand push behind my head and shove it into his briefs. I start to mouth the fabric that blocks me access to his cock. I breathe in the musky scent, loving it. He pushes back my head. I look up worried I have displeased him. He only smiles at me as he pushes down the elastic band of his briefs. His thick cock plops out. He dangles it in front of my face.

My heart feels like it�s in my chest. I stare longingly at the cock. I need it. I don�t know why, but I do. I lunge my mouth on it. It doesn�t take long for two hands to press against my head and push my head at a steady rhythm.

I start moaning with an uncontrollable urge. I want him to know how much I�m enjoying this.

�Yeah, you�re lips were made for cock sucking hombre,� he said in an accent.

I feel my body shake from his statement. I�m so pleased that he likes me. While he had commanded that I take off my clothes I�m still in my pants, but my cock is so hard in them. A part of me wants to take it out and stroke while I service him, but all my concentration goes towards the cock. I work on licking the balls, letting my tongue slide along the shaft slowly. I�m rewarded with the sex low voiced moaned.

I get so excited by the blow job my arousal continues to build. It builds to the point that I cum in my pants. The friction from the pants and my arousal lead to this. But I don�t stop sucking. I have no desire or will to stop. In fact he was getting harder again.

He looked across to another mirror in the room. For the first time he wanted to see the reflection of someone eles. He wanted to see the man�s face and body, or at least more if it. Van was surprised by the reflection. In front of the latino man, knelt a skinny latino boy with long curly black hair, pulled back in a ponytail. It took Van a few seconds to realize that the Latino twink was following his movements of exploring the man�s perfect cock.

His head was baffled, but he didn�t stop his actions. He was bewildered by the sight of his own reflection not matching what he thought he should look like. Soon his lust filled mind didn�t care. He needed to please the man and that�s all that mattered.

He was glad to hear that the man continued to moan loudly. His breathing got heavier as the man pulled out and started to stroke his dick. A small part of Van wanted to consume the man�s juices, but he really wanted the man to cover him in the substance. And it look liked the man had the same idea. He aimed the slit of the cock right at Van�s face.

He soon exploded large amounts of cum the dripped down Van�s face. The man pulled him up and took him to one of the mirrors in the room and had Van look at himself.

Van saw a smiling Latino man covered in cum. �See that boy,� said the man, �You�re covered in Papi�s cum. Doesn�t that make you feel great.�

It took Van a second to realize that he was talking to him. His first reaction was to be jealous of the man he was looking at.

�I�m going to come back to you boy,� said the man as he fixed his clothing. �You�re just my type. I�d do more, but Miss Faith says you need to go to church.�

The unnamed man didn�t allow Van to clean up. His face was covered in cum and his pants were still moist from his own fluids. The hopped into the man�s cab as he drove him to a very nondescript building. The thought of running didn�t occur to Van. He just wanted to follow this perfect man. He didn�t know why the woman had changed his body, but he felt happy to be wanted by the man.

The man led him to one of the back rooms. �You wait here boy,� said the man.

Van tried to figure out what was going on. He was in a different body now and he blew off a guy. But he didn�t think he was gay. He�d never had attraction towards men before. But the cabbie was so beautiful. The old Van would have hated this new body, but it was perfect for attracting the man to him so that was all he cared about.

There was a one way mirror in the room, so someone could have been watching on the other side. Van just saw his reflection and looked at it. He still had to admit he looked pretty good. He was a lot shorter now, but he had a rich mocha coloring and a flawless tone. He had some feminine characteristics such as long eyelashes and thick lips. His hair was rich and black. He almost wanted to take it out of the ponytail to let is hang at his shoulders. He had to admit he still looked hot.

He heard the door open. He turned and saw a unknown male. He looked young and skinny. He was smaller than Van, which was saying something. He had big doe blue eyes and messy blonde hair. He had a piercing in his lip and left eyebrow. Van thought the guy looked amazing.

His skin was so pale he almost looked translucent. He had big pouty lips and a large ass. Van�s eyes seemed to linger on the plump round flesh that was his ass. The kids cloths looked like something a girl would wear. White Capri pants with a pink tanktop.

The kid look up at him like he saw a big animal. His mouth hung open as he looked at him. Van saw fear in the kid�s eyes, but he saw something else as well. He saw lust.

The kid took a submissive stance in front of Van. Van found himself aroused by this for some reason. The kid just looked so wonderful though. He loved the way the young man seemed meek and docile. It made him so much more alluring. Van found himself aroused by the kid.

The kid was looking down at Van�s cock. It was obvious be wanted to get a look at it. Van took his finger under the kid�s chin and lifted the boy�s face so they were seeing eye to eye. The kid had the same scared look on his face, but he didn�t look like he was running anytime soon. Van noticed a small spray of freckles on the nose of the young man. It looked perfect on him. That was the word, �perfect.� All thoughts of the cabbie left his head. This young man was truly perfect. He so beautiful.

Van couldn�t take anymore. He pulled the boy into a kiss. It was rough. He had slight concerns about bruising the boy with his pale skin, but the young man didn�t seem to complain. He moaned loudly as he let go of any fear and restraint he might have had.

The continued to make out as Van pushed the small body against the wall. The boy became more excited as he became trapped against Van�s frame. It was then that Van saw himself and the boy, pressed up against the one way glass.

His features had changed again. He was in yet another body. This one was big and muscular. Light patches of hair were around his abs and chest. His arms seemed to be thick and covered with vein. His head was free of any hair and looked like it was shaved. He had a wide chin and looked a little more like Vin Diesel. He was still in his jeans though.

Van lost any concern about his new form as the young man moaned in his arms. He felt the man�s prick harden against his massive legs. The boy barely had any room to move pressed between the wall and Van�s massive body. He wiggled around pretending to try to escape, but then wiggled more the get his tank top off.

The boy�s body was easily lifted off the ground. Van was amazed how light the body was. The boy was pretty tone despite being skinny. Van bit the bottom of the boy�s lip as he felt the legs wrap around his hips.

While the two of them were both still wearing pants, the boy bounced his Van�s grasp. Van loved the way the plump ass pushed against his cock. He was happy that the boy seem so enthralled in him. Van moved away from the wall and felt the legs cling tighter around him.

Van felt he was losing all control with the boy. He was so perfect. He wanted to rip open all this clothes and have his way with him.

He let himself fall to the ground, literally slamming the boy on the floor. The boy cried out and Van was worried he hurt him, but the boy began to nuzzle his head against Van�s neck. Van found himself aroused by this. The man was trapped on the floor against his weight and he could feel the cock was harder than ever before.

Van lost all control and in an animal grunt started to rip open the boy�s pants. The pants seemed to be linen and were easily ripped to shreds from Van�s new strength. The boy was soon only in a pair of briefs as Van mouth the hard dick tenting in them. He could taste the precum soaking the material and loved the taste of the boy. He was also excited that he was the cause for the boy�s leaking so much juices.

The boy moaned and withered on the floor as he suckled the cock. His hands explored the lither body, while keeping him pressed to the floor. He knew the boy wouldn�t try to escape, but he was so much more appealing trapped on the floor.

Van soon flipped the boy over in a fast motion. The young man gasped as Van pulled down the briefs and exposed the plump ass Van had been eyeing for some time now. He took in the sight before him. It was cleanly shaven and the exposed hole puckered. Van soon found an urge to lick the hole. The boy cried out as he felt the tongue and spit inside of him. He trusted back his rear end and arches his back so Van would have better access.

Van could not take it anymore. He felt his own hard-on get the better of him. He quickly unbuckled his pants and took out his massive dick. He took the length along the boys cheeks. The boy looked like he was about to say something, when Van found a condom on the floor and quickly put it on himself. The boy looks satisfied and smiles as Van aims the tip of his picking the willing hole.

He doesn�t hold back and the kid cries out in pain. But Van starts trusting in and out of him with feral force. The boy starts screaming out curse words and obscenities. He is also commanding Van to fuck him harder, which he complies with.

Soon the boy�s body is pressed against the floor again which is ass is being assaulted. Van begins to stroke the boys prick which is now totally covered in precum.

Van loves the way the boy�s face looks in total bliss as he does this. He looks at he boy�s perfect neck, that looks so inviting. Van bites down hard on the skin as he pushes roughing into the boy�s hole.

The young man screams out as Van feels the hot liquid trickle down his fingers. He doesn�t stop his assault on the boys as or his prick as the man withers in pleasure. Van eventually slows down. They boy�s eyes seem to be in a haze. His pants in a heavy breathe and Van slows almost to a halt�almost. �Oh my�oh my�Oh my Goddess,� the boy says with a smile on his face.

The door to the room slowly opens as the both look up. The blonde girl from earlier is there standing at the door. The boy is still smilling as he looks up at her.

She walks towards them. She is now in a different outfit. She wears black high heals and dark red skirt and suit coat. He lipstick seem to match the shade of red of her ensemble.

�Have fun Russell,� she asks the boy pressing the tip of her shoes against the boys cheek. He nods with a smile. Van is slightly worried she will try to kick the handsome young man. �It is so much better than raping young college girls isn�t it. You love being roughed up by bigger men now. It suits you. Praise the Goddess.�

�Praise the Goddess,� Russell, the young boy, says.

�Now leave us,� she commands. Russell squirms out from under Van�s body and leaves the room. He looks back before he leaves and looks over Van�s body again. �Don�t worry, I�m sure you�ll get to play again.� And with that he skips of the room.

The blonde woman looks at the man on the floor. Van doesn�t really understand what is going on, but he is scared of her now. Even in his larger form, he dare not go against this woman. If he does, he knows she will destroy him.

�Oh, Vance. I�m almost upset in giving you such a wonderful gift, especially from our past, but it suits you don�t you think?�

Van looks up at her with confusion.

She walks across the room letting her heals to echo across the room. She looks at the one way mirror and presses a finger against it. Van sees across the room that her fingernail is also a deep red. He also can see the terrified expression on his face. The woman on the other hand is smiling.

�That mirror you looked at, it has a strange ability. Not a fully controlled one. It was my first time using it in such a manor. But the combination of the mirror�s magic and the Goddess� curse worked. It has made you perfect.�

�Perfect.� The word rung in his ears. He thought he was perfect before. But if he was really perfect he�d look like Russell or maybe the cabbie. He couldn�t be perfect if they were.

�I don�t think you get it,� said the woman. �You are the perfect man to whomever you sleep with.� She walked closer to him.

�When Carl brought you here you became a submissive latin twink than he�s so found of. But when you met another submissive twink you turned into his fantasy of a dominant alpha. No man will be able to say no to you. After all you�re a reflection on the perfect man.�

She walked closer. Van tried to grasp what she said but he felt his heart race as she approached he feared for his life with every step closer she came. He scuttled to the corner away form her and curled himself into a ball watching her approach him.

The woman laughed. �You�re even my perfect fantasy, how funny. But you won�t be the fantasy of woman any more. You don�t want that anymore. You�ll be wanting to serve only men.�

She brought a finger to her chin. �I think it�s appropriate after all. You always expected people to worship and serve you because you were perfection. Now that you are truly perfection, you�ll live to serve others.�

�Please,� whimpered Van. �Please don�t hurt me.�

She smiled. �Oh don�t worry my dear. You�ll be quite happy here. You�ll stay here and love the Goddess and praise her.�

Goddess? Van didn�t understand. �Yes my dear. The one that gave you your gift. She will keep you safe. All you have to do is praise her. You will worship her with every man you fuck.�

She had gotten so close that she was now face to face with Van. Van felt his heart was in his throat. He needed to escape. He rushed for the door screaming. He threw it open but then collided into someone who was standing in the doorways.

Van landed on the floor. He saw in the reflection of the mirror that he was back to his real form. He was himself again. He looked up as saw a well build man with broad shoulders blocking the doorway. He was had on a towel and nothing else.

�Holy crud,� said the man, who sounded excited. �Are you Van Colton, the model?�

Van looked up at the man. He could see the excitement in his eyes. He had a peppered beard that was trimmed short. He looked like he was in his early 40�s with small streaks of grey in an otherwise chestnut hair. He had some love handles, but otherwise had a very toned body and looked like he kept in shape. Van thought he was extremely hot. He was perfect.

�You�re my favorite model. I�ve wanked off to..I mean see you all the time in the magazines,� said the man that looked really excited but somewhat awkward. �I never would have guessed to see you at a bathhouse.�

Van gave one of his killer smiles that he usually saved for the photoshoots. Sure enough he saw the guy get really excited. Van himself was getting excited. If this guy was such a fan maybe he�d be willing to sleep with him.

�Oh, I�m sorry you�re still on the floor. I�m Jamison, by the way huge fan,� Jamison reached out a hand to offer to help Van up. Van took the arm but pulled the other man on the floor with him. The man looked surprised as Van smiled at him and pulled him in for a kiss.

Jamison couldn�t believe his fantasy was becoming a reality. Van on the other hand was getting excited when he realized that this guy really was a �huge� fan. His own cock was raging hard again despite his last two escapades.

Van flipped the guy over in the kiss. He pulled back giving another smile as he slid across the body, placing his lips just above the man�s towel. He looked up at Jamison with a big smile as he unfolded the towel. With nothing else blocking his way Van took down the cock in his mouth. His eyes were looking at Jamison�s as he did it. He wanted to see that perfect face as he blew the guy�s perfect cock.

Van found the need to get the cock deeper inside of him. More length started to disappear into his mouth with every bob. Jamison watched in fascination as the young model sucked more and more of his cock until he reached the pubes. �Gawd, yeah,� said Jamison. �Deep throat my large cock. Your hot mouth wants my cock.�

And the guy was right. Van wanted it so bad. �Man, I love your cock,� said Van before going down on the item. �So big,� *slurp* �So thick� *lick* �I need this so bad.�

�Well I�ll let you two have your fun,� said the woman as she stepped over them. Van had complete for got about her. He didn�t stop sucking the cock though. His need to the cock was too strong to be afraid.

�OH!� said Jamison breaking out of his fantasy session. �Sorry mam. We did mean to do this outside the room.�

�Oh, no,� said the woman in a cheerful voice. �You are our patron please enjoy yourself. Besides it looks like some of the others are enjoying the show.�

Jamison looked down the hallway and a few men watched as Van continued to suck him off. Jamison blushed, but felt more aroused by the viewers. He loved the fact that a young model was so into him.

Van barely noticed all the other viewers, he was too into Jamison to care. His urges getting the better of him, he couldn�t stand it anymore Van lifted himself off the cock and brought himself face to face with a big smile. �I need you inside of me,� Van said. �I want you to fuck my ass.�

Jamison felt his heart jump. It really was like all his fantasies. �Do you want to go in the room to get some privacies and�� Jamison started but was cut off with a kiss.

Breaking off the kiss Van shook his head. �No, I want you to fuck me in front of all these guys. I want them to know how much I love your cock inside me.�

Jamison quickly grabbed some lube and a condom that seemed to cover the floor. He was wrong this wasn�t like his fantasies, they were better.�

Down the hall, in her office, Faith could hear screams from Van saying how much he loved having cock inside him. She smiled to herself and she picked up the phone. She didn�t dial a number, but the line rang anyways.

�Hello Cal,� said Faith. �So your star is under control now.�

Cal sounded nervous on the other side of the line while she just continued to smile. �Oh, don�t worry. He�ll look exactly how any photographer will want him to look. He is the perfect model after all. You can sell him as multiple models if you want.�

Faith sat back in her chair. She half listened to Cal, but was mostly enjoying Van�s screaming in lust. It sounded like he wanted people to watch him. Still Vain, but such an improvement, she thought.

�Oh, yes Cal. I�m sure you can talk him into doing some porn shoots. He�s perfect for it.�