Bottomed Model

Scott had been modeling as a top for a while, his name passed around to various places. He had arrived at a studio for another shoot, finding a few other men there waiting as the clothes were brought to them. He was the smallest there but thought nothing of it.

He thought he was going to be modeling the usual dominant gear he always wore, but was shocked when he was handed a harness and a jock. He asked if there was a mistake, reminding them he was there to model top-wear, but they persisted saying they needed one person to model the items and he was the one who fit.

Scott shook his head, feeling the dread already starting to build in his stomach. He knew it would go against his brand, but he needed the money at this point and forced himself to follow through.

He dropped his clothes to the floor and dressed in what he was given, walking out to the set for an individual session. As he turned for the camera he began to feel an unfamiliar sensation in his bottom. It almost felt like an itch, somehow emphasized by the compression of the material around his junk. It only grew as he turned and posed, a strange emptiness in his ass that he wouldn't dare reach. Still his hand was naturally drawn to the side of one of his cheeks, trying to relieve the tension that had built inside him.

It didn't take long until they moved on to a group session where he was the center of attention, ass exposed. He was surrounded by the men dressed in the gear he usually wore, all taller. Scott felt himself growing hotter in the situation, a warmth spreading from inside his chest. He couldn't keep his eyes off one of them, one heavier with more defined muscles than the rest. Scott felt his hole tighten whenever he looked at the man, unable to ease the itch. It only made his skin crawl with arousal, the emptiness in his ass even more prominent in his mind.

Scott could tell the man he was eyeing noticed. The moment it was time for a break both headed to the restroom, the man following behind Scott's alluring ass. In seconds Scott was pressed up against the bathroom wall, gasping as he felt the man's thick tongue pressing into his hole, slicking it up. Scott had never felt this good before, his legs trembling as the man barely scraped the spot that was driving him crazy.

Finally the man stood pushing his long hard rod into Scott, Scott's body convulsing as his button was hit, relieving the built-up pressure. Scott only needed to enjoy the moment, feeling his body used and taken to new heights. He only ever wanted to be fucked this way now, shooting several loads imagining himself under many of the men he'd seen out in bars. He was only ever seen modeling bottom wear from that point again.