Every time Thomas said he’d done well, or better, the praise rushed from Scott’s ears down his body. The sensation was an internal shiver. Scott didn’t outwardly react, but he felt it buzz through him, a cool current that left a warmth behind.
It didn’t make sense, and neither did the erection Scott felt in his boxers. He’d been so distracted by his internal reactions to Thomas’s praise that he hadn’t noticed he had an external one too. He didn’t know whether that was Thomas’s doing, or his own hand caressing his body.
Thomas didn’t say anything about it, and Scott decided he wasn’t going to draw any attention to it either. It would remain the elephant in the room, twitching its trunk and leaking from the tip.
“I think we can tick that one off,” Thomas announced an hour later. “That tease of your hard-on is an added extra. Well done.”
Scott’s cock jerked. It hadn’t been intentional, but Thomas believed it had been.
“Thanks,” he said, sitting up.
“Will it go down on its own, or do you need to…” Thomas tilted his head in the direction of the bathroom. “Sort yourself out?”
“It’ll go down on its own,” Scott mumbled, grabbing a pillow from the top of the bed to cover himself.
“I thought we’d do the ‘cum’ running between the pecs next.”
Scott sighed. “On second thought, I’d better sort myself out so we can use it.”
“There’s no need. I got it covered.” Thomas pointed at the pot on the side.
“Is it yours?” Scott asked.
“Of course not,” Thomas snapped. “It’s the substitute. If you sit on your knees in the middle of the bed, I’ll be able to set the camera up on the tripod, then I can drip the cum onto you.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Scott got on his knees and didn’t move once Thomas had zoomed in on his chest and throat. The substitute Thomas had found worked perfectly. It was a great consistency, had the exact milky colour of cum and was odourless.
Scott managed to not get an erection, but he wondered whether that was because Thomas had stopped praising his efforts, complimenting his skin or telling him to stroke himself.
His fingers twitched.
He was soft, and smooth, and firm, and blemish-free.
That was why men desired him.
Those attributes weren’t maintained for him; they were for his clients. They were to entice them. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d touched his skin and actuallyfeltit. Even the day before, when he was jerking off on the bed, it had been a numb sensation until the orgasm burned hot and fast, then it fizzled back to numbness.
“Scott,” Thomas said sharply.
Scott sucked in a breath. “Sorry. I zoned out.”
“I said we got it. We got the shot.”
“At this rate, we’ll be done by lunchtime.”
Thomas nodded. “That’s the idea. Then we can go through them, pick the best ones, add music, or sound effects, a bit of image enhancement –”
“Then we can post them?”
“No. We need to make more content for your subscribers first, otherwise they’ll be left disappointed when they signup and demand their money back.” Thomas spun round and pointed to the floor. “I need you down here.”
“What?”
“On your knees in front of the camera. I’ll lower it, direct it down at you, then I want your eyes shut and you biting your full bottom lip.”
Scott slipped off the bed and got down on the floor. He shut his eyes, bit his lip, and waited.
