Muse for the Artist Pt. 02

The Morning After

Oh my God, a room full of strangers watched me naked last night! That's the first thought that invades my mind and jerks me awake. And I jerked off and came for them! I bury my head in the pillow in shame, swearing at myself. What was I thinking? I'm so ashamed and I'm blushing so hard my cheeks are burning. They saw everything. My body. My cock. My orgasm. Oh God, how embarrassing!

Then I realize I'm hard. Really hard. So hard my cock aches. Feeling it rub against the sheet is almost painful. I try to ignore it but it doesn't go down. And my thoughts keep returning to last night. To the hungry look in the eyes of the men watching me. And how it made me feel as I fed their hunger and exposed myself to them. Damn it! Stop thinking about that!

I jump out of the bed and take a shower to shake it off. But my cock continues to defy me, standing painfully erect, steering my thoughts back to the men watching it intently. Watching my hand caress it. Catering to their desires. Following Cameron's directions. Exposing my bottom to them in that lewd position.

"Stop it!" I exclaim to myself, hammering my fist on the wall as my cock throbs.

I turn the water cold to punish myself. I gasp as the cold water crashes down on my body. I feel my body instinctive reactions, panicking, hyperventilating. I force my will on my body, controlling my breathing and withstanding the torture to take my mind off last night and make my cock submit and subside.

But my cock refuses. It is still hard as steel and the image of the old men watching me keeps flashing before my eyes. I hear Cameron's silky, insistent voice. Telling me I can cum for them.

Hearing myself moan brings me back to reality. I'm already so close. Too close. Oh God, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum for them again, I think. I close my eyes and see them as I lean against the wall, one hand on the tiles and one hand on my cock, stroking it furiously. Bending forward as if to expose my ass to them. Again. The image brings me over the edge. My knees shake as the wave crashes down over me and my cock throbs, shooting stream after stream of cum against the wall, my body trembling from the orgasm and the cold water splashing my body, washing my cum away.

In the following days the whole experience feels more and more surreal. Like a dream. Part of me is eager to suppress the memory - shocked and ashamed that I had gotten naked and masturbated for a group of old strangers. Another part of me keeps thinking back to it. Every time I masturbate thinking about it I feel ashamed and tell myself I will never do it again. But I know I'm kidding myself.

The Invitation

A few weeks later I receive an invitation in the mail - to a private art exhibition. I bury it in my bag as fast as I can and look around in horror to see if anyone saw. Then I realize no-one would know what it is and shake my head, exasperated with myself. I look at it again - there's a hand-written note from Cameron attached: "Looking forward to seeing my muse again, Love Cam." "My muse"? I'm flattered and ashamed and excited all at once and my cock is suddenly hard again. I want to masturbate but I'd better not.

The next week I tell myself again and again I won't go. That I won't get naked for a room full of strangers again. But every time I do, my cock stirs. I ignore it but secretly I know I can't stay away. I tell myself I'm refraining from masturbation to avoid those lurid thoughts but really, I'm saving up desire for Cameron. The thought makes me blush. I hope no-one notices.

The Exhibition

"Welcome, my dear boy," Cameron greets me as soon as I enter. The room is already full. They all look happy to see me. I recognize a few faces and blush. "No need to blush," Cameron tells me with a smile.

"I wasn't going to come," I half whisper to Cameron.

"Nonsense," he replies: "You couldn't stay away, knowing how much your audience enjoyed your performance. And how much you inspired me," he says without any hint of irony.

"I inspired you?" I reply nervously.

"Very much so, my dear boy," Cameron says, putting an arm around me: "Look around you."

I look around. The exhibitions space is once again dominated by massive black and white pictures of close-up body parts, mainly genitalia. They are expertly shot and composed, crisp and crystal clear. Suddenly, I recognize the cock on display. It's mine! I didn't see it at first because I'm not used to seeing it from these angles. They are extreme close-ups so my anonymity is preserved but I'm shocked to see pictures of my cock - some of them enormous - on display in an art gallery for strangers.

I blush profusely but Cameron smiles and leads me around the gallery, showing me pictures of my throbbing hard cock, the head of my cock with a glistening drop of pre-cum, my hand holding my cock tight, my fingers lightly caressing the head and even close-ups of the cum flowing down my cock. They are incredibly detailed. I recognize his style and feel an artistic urgency in them I did not sense in his previous exhibition. I feel immensely proud and incredibly embarrassed at the same time.

My face is burning red but the men smile warmly as Cameron shows me around the gallery, his hand in mine, his soft fingers reassuring and warm.

"This is the best one," Cameron says proudly as he leads me to the centerpiece of the exhibition.

It's different to the rest. There is no genitalia here, no sex apparent. But it's also the most sexual, most intimate of them all. It's a close-up of my face, screwed up in pleasure - or agony, it's impossible to tell which. I know, of course, but if you weren't there, you couldn't know this is a picture of me orgasming.

"Oh God," I exclaim, blushing, looking down on the floor. It's too much. It's too intimate.

Just then the men start clapping. Cameron's hand gives me a light squeeze.

"Take it in, my boy," He says with a warm smile: "This is for both of us. The artist and his muse."

He makes me look up, at them and see their admiration. He is beaming, taking it in, giving me confidence to accept their admiration.

The Performance

"Now, we both know why they came here tonight. And why you came here," he states with a confidence and certainty that makes it impossible for me to contradict him.

"It's time for you to undress for us," he continues.

"H.. Here?" I stutter.

This feels more intimate than undressing in the changing room. Cameron nods and I find myself starting to undress. Right there in front of them. A whole group of older men dressed in expensive suits. I can feel their eyes devour every bit of skin I reveal. I feel myself getting hard even before I'm finished.

I hesitate but Cameron gives another nod and I take off my briefs and reveal my erection. The men smile and look unabashedly at my naked body.

Cameron makes me sit on the stone with my legs spread and I take my cock in my hand on my own initiative. It's rock hard. I'm resigned to my desire. I want to masturbate for them again.

"No," Cameron says calmly. "No touching today."

I look at Cameron, confused. "But I thought..."

"No need to be disappointed, my boy," Cameron teases me. "Trust me, you will feel more pleasure this way. And I want to see your pleasure," he says, his camera in hand.

Not being allowed to touch myself makes me want it even more. But I am also very excited about what he has planned. Oh God, I told myself I wouldn't do this, I scold myself but I'm completely in his power. I can't deny my desire.

Cameron nods to one of the men, an older, distinguished man, probably in his late 50s, in a black suit. He steps forward, so close I can feel his breath on my naked skin. I look to Cameron but he just readies his camera as the man reaches out to me, closing his hand around my erection. I freeze.

Oh God, I feel another man's hand on my cock. His soft hand explores my cock as Cameron snaps pictures. The man starts rubbing my cock slowly, gently, then firmly. Fingertips explore my cockhead. My moan elicits a murmur of approval from the crowd.

Cameron arranges me so I'm lying half on my side, half face-down, leaning on one knee and arm. The man's hand is still closed around my cock, stroking it, controlling my pleasure. Other hands are touching my back, my legs, my arms, sending ripples of pleasure through me. My moans mix with the clicks of Cameron's photos and the crowds hums of joy. Oh God, they are all touching me. A room full of strangers, older men, touching me all over. I'm not just on display, I'm at their disposal. And it's turning me on.

The man stroking me slides his other hand around my ass, caressing my cheeks. I gasp and look to Cameron but he gives me a nod of encouragement and I bite my lip. I've never been touched there before but it feels fantastic.

A finger slides between my cheeks and I can't help but moan. I see smiles on their faces. They want to see me feel that pleasure. To share it with them. The fingertip circles my hole. Oh God, it feels so good. They all see me moaning and squirming from his touch.

The man stops stroking my cock, letting me focus my attention on his fingers exploring my ass, still circling, but also pushing. I moan as a fingertip slips inside. The hand on my cock squeezes slightly. I'm lost in pleasure, moaning and enjoying his touch. All of their touches. The other men are still roaming my body, sending so many pleasurable sensations through my body. The finger in my ass is sliding in and out freely now. There is no pain as I thought there would be, it just feels wonderful and I want them to never stop.

And then they stop. The finger stops inside me, the hand around the tip of my cock. Hands on my hips gently rock me back and forth, pushing my cock forward into the hand's caress and back, impaling me on the finger in my ass. Oh God it feels good. Cameron is clicking away, capturing the emotion etched in my face but I'm so lost in desire I don't care anymore.

Then they stop again. For a second, I'm confused. "Please," I beg. It feels so good. I don't want them to stop. But then I realize they want me to continue. Oh God, they want to see me want it. And I can't help myself.

I push forward, my cock sliding into his waiting hand as his finger slides almost out of me. Then I push back, not wanting his finger to slip out, wanting to feel his finger inside me. As he slides in, he rubs something inside me that feels so good it makes me moan out loud.

"Mmm, I can hear Anthony is working your prostate. He really is an expert in anal pleasure," Cameron says, snapping pictures of my face, no doubt screwed up in pleasure.

So his name is Anthony, I think for a second but I'm so lost in desire I can't hold the thought. I'm so horny, I'm shamelessly moving my hips back and forth, pushing my cock into the soft hand caressing my cock, impaling myself on his finger, arching my ass to give him better access and no doubt exposing myself and his finger pleasuring my most private place to the crowd.

I bite my lip to keep quiet but a hand forces fingers into my mouth, releasing my moans. The fingers are playing with my tongue, like I'm french kissing them. I taste salty sweat on them. It's so intimate feeling fingers in my mouth, playing with my tongue.

Suddenly the fingers are removed from my mouth and cock. They switch places, my cock plunging into the wet hand, sliding between the fingers. Oh God, it feels even better. The hand returns to my mouth. I look up and realize it's Cameron's. I gasp in surprise. His eyes are full of desire. His fingers are wet and salty. I realize I'm tasting my own pre-cum. Cameron smiles and runs his fingers across my tongue. He is jerking his cock with his other hand. It's veiny, with a large head. It looks so hard. His hand looks so sexy caressing it.

I can't take it anymore. I want to cum. His fingers are in my mouth and my cock is throbbing, alone, untouched. I lift my hand to take it but Cameron takes my hand.

"No touching," he says.

I grunt, displeased.

"Do you want to cum, my dear boy? I think he wants to cum for us," he tells the group. "Assume the position," he says to me, his tone demanding, impatient, his cock throbbing like mine.

I know which position he means but it's one thing being positioned to expose every private part of my body to these men and something else entirely to do it myself, voluntarily. I blush as I get on my knees, spread my legs and put my head on my hands on the stone. I hear one of the men behind me moan loudly.

"Very good," Cameron praises me: "They love to see your horny hole." I moan, flexing my anus. I hear moaning from behind me.

"Do you want Anthony to continue pleasuring you anally," Cameron asks. Oh god, it's so embarrassing to let them all hear me say it, but they heard my moaning. They already know.

"Yes, please," I moan.

Anthony inserts his finger again. It moves so easily into me now. He immediately finds the spot and keeps his finger deep inside me, massaging it. I squirm and rock slightly back and forth on his finger, moaning openly.

Oh god, I want to cum. Again, I attempt to move my hand to my cock but again Cameron leans over to stop me.

"No touching, my dear boy. They love it when you are passive. Please give them that pleasure," he insists.

I can't spoil their pleasure but I'm so desperate to cum. Cameron's other hand is jerking his cock. It's so close to my face when he leans over. I can see every vein. It looks so big from here. I'm squirming and moaning.

"Oh my dear boy, you are desperate to cum, aren't you? Do you want me to help you?" he teases.

I moan, involuntarily.

"Do you need me to masturbate your cock for you?"

"Yes," I whisper.

"Yes, what?" He asks, smiling deviously.

"Yes, please jerk my cock and make me cum," I blurt out.

He reaches under me and grabs my cock. Oh God, it feels good. His hand, wet with my saliva, slides along my cock, firmly, in one long motion from top to bottom. I can feel my cock throb in his hand. It is loving his touch. Oh God, he is touching my cock. Cameron is touching my cock. And I want it. I want to cum for him.

"On your hands," he orders.

I lift my head and upper body.

"Look at me," he says.

I obey. He is right next to me, his cock pointing right at me. His hand is jerking me faster. The finger inside still massaging that sensitive spot. I'm so close. But then Cameron slows down again. The finger inside me follows his lead, holding still. I moan in disappointment.

"I will let you cum when I cum," he says.

I look at him, pleading.

He looks down at his cock. It's pointing right at me.

"Make me cum," he says.

The men look expectant at me. I look up at him. I lift a hand to his cock but he stops me again.

"No touching, remember?" he says.

I look desperately at him. Oh my god, he wants me to suck his cock. In front of them. I look pleading at him, moaning.

"Don't pretend you don't want it, boy," he says, that devilish smile egging me on.

I give in and open my mouth. He pushes his cock slowly inside my mouth. It feels so big inside my mouth, even if it's only his head inside my mouth. Oh God, I have a man's cock in my mouth. Cameron's cock in my mouth. My tongue instinctively explores the ridge around the head, tasting the salty skin. The skin is so soft but it's so hard underneath. And warm. It feels so alive inside my mouth. He moans in approval, picking up the pace on my cock.

The finger starts sliding in and out of me again, pushing, harder now, against that sensitive spot inside me. I moan and Cameron pushes slightly further inside my mouth, my lips closed around his shaft.

The other men are watching me suck him, jerking their cocks furiously. Oh God, they knew I was going to end up like this and I gave them just what they wanted. What I wanted, too. A man in front of me groans as he cums, his semen splattering on the stone beneath my face, hitting my hand.

Behind me, the finger slides out and I gasp in disappointment. I want it inside of me, I realize. My eyes find Cameron's and he smiles knowingly, then nods to the man behind me. I feel the finger circle my sensitive ring again but now a second finger joins it, circling, massaging my hole. My body moving on it's own initiative, searching for them, pushing back against them.

I groan as both fingers push inside me. He is going slow, making it as pleasant for me as he can, but the fingers are stretching me. I look to Cameron, pleading. He is holding his cock still inside my mouth, letting me concentrate on accepting the fingers in my ass and enjoying his warm, smooth hand giving my cock such pleasure, making me moan on his cock.

Soon, I accommodate the fingers invading me and they resume massaging that pleasurable spot inside me. My moans are stunted by his cock, but Cameron knows I'm enjoying Anthony's fingers again.

Cameron starts pushing his cock in and out of my mouth, increasing the tempo. I realize he is going to cum soon. Inside my mouth. He is going to cum in my mouth, shoot his seed onto my waiting tongue. I'm moaning on his cock, moving my head back and forth, my tongue dancing around his cock.

His fingers are stroking me, expertly keeping my cock right at the edge. I want to cum, I want to make him cum. He is moaning. I look up at him, pleading. Please cum. Please make me cum.

He removes his hand from my cock and places it on my neck, helping me find the pace he wants. He is making me suck him in a steady pace. The fingers in my ass are moving in and out without any resistance. I hear Anthony groan beside me and feel his seed splatter on my legs and cheek.

But my cock is left wanting, desperate, throbbing. I groan in desperation. The fingers behind me push deep inside me and stay there, tap-dancing inside me. The pleasure inside me is so much. Too much. I'm going to cum.

Oh god, Cameron pushes deeper, faster, filling my mouth completely with his cock. He is going to cum. They are all going to see him cum in my mouth.

Then I start to cum, my body spasming, my cock bobbing and dancing on it's own, shooting stream after stream of cum on the stone slab beneath me. I can feel my anus contract around the fingers, still rubbing that spot inside me. It makes my orgasm go on and on, even after my cock finishes shooting.

I'm moaning my orgasm out around Cameron's cock. He moans and the hand on my neck holds me still as he shoots inside my mouth. My mouth fills with cum. It's salty and sweet and thick. I quickly gulp some down as some spill out of my mouth, swirling my tongue around his head to give him as much pleasure as I can. I want him to enjoy it. I'm moaning on his wet, slippery cock as it continues shooting in my mouth. I'm completely lost in the sensation, just want to give him pleasure.

Finally, he withdraws from my mouth.

"Thank you, my dear boy. I don't think there is any need for the robe this time, do you?" he says and extends a hand to me.

I nod and take his hand. I stand up, shakily, surrounded by the men dressed in suits.

"Goodnight, gentlemen," he says and leads me through them, parading me. I feel so naked, cum dripping from my chin, my cock, my chest and my cheeks. It's so embarrassing and exhilarating.

They applaud as we leave the room.

"Our best work yet, if I do say so myself," Cameron says.

I blush. I love that he thinks of this as a work of art, of me as his canvas. And I feel so proud for making him cum - as proud as my shame at a group of men watching me suck his cock.

"But I feel our masterwork is yet to come," he says and looks me intently in the eye.