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“Can’t help what God gave me,” he replied, making googly eyes back, which caused Callum to laugh out loud from his chair.

The second suit was then tried on, and most of the same areas needed similar adjustments. The tailors had done their job well, creating two identical suits in different colours, the second dark grey with a violent pink and crimson striped lining. It really was something to see.

Julian’s hard work and dedication had altered his body shape, hence needing the adjustments. Sophia was satisfied; her tailor knew what he needed to adjust, and they would now make the final alterations and sew the two suits to those refined fittings.

Julian left the store happy. He loved both suits and was impressed with the fit. Tight enough for the magazine shoot, but also, once adjusted, with a little breathing space for when he was back to eating normally and doing his routine exercise sessions.

“What did you think then, coach?” Julian asked Callum once they were in the car.

“I thought they both looked amazing. I hadn’t appreciated the alterations we’ve made to your body over time. I think you’ve changed a lot.”

“You’ve changed me, Cal, and only for the better.” He leant in to kiss him.

“Oh, you did all the hard work, Jules.” Callum smiled at him.

As he sat back, Julian considered how different his life was now, compared to even just six months ago. The transformation was quite breathtaking. He had a boyfriend; he was stronger and fitter; they had opened themselves to the world, maybe not intentionally, but he wasn’t even that bothered by it. The time was coming to share more, very soon.

He looked across at the man sitting to his right with nothing but admiration, affection and love. The time to say that word out loud was definitely closing in on them. The support Callum had given him was just incredible. He’d trained more, worked harder, and physically transformed himself, far beyond his own expectations. The photo-shoot was still pressing on his mind, but after today’s suit fitting and the comments from Sophia, he accepted that he’d changed. Callum’s Lycra and naked workouts had also helped. He had a body he should be proud of. Correction, he was proud of it. Now time to show it off.

Chapter 34 - Under the Lights

Fri. 25th - Sat. 26th Apr. 25

Friday 25th April 25

The morning of the shoot they arrived at the studio, which was a hive of activity in stark contrast to the cavern of black-painted concrete in the old railway tunnels where it was being held.

The curved ceiling hummed with huge lighting soft-boxes, filling the space above with an unforgiving daylight effect. The venue was packed with photographers, assistants, lighting technicians and grooming artists. All unpacking, setting up, hovering, all waiting for Julian to arrive.

Callum could tell that Julian was nervous, but he imagined also eager to get this over and done with and return to a normal life. It had been a huge commitment and one that he’d met head-on, making Callum very proud of him.

After being introduced to Elena, the lead photographer, they were shown to a side room where Julian got undressed, ready for Callum to help apply fake tan for the photos.

“Get ready, big boy,” Callum said. “You know you’re going to get aroused as I do this but try to control yourself.” Julian nodded, knowing full well that he wouldn’t be able to, no matter how nervous he was.

Callum squeezed some of the liquid tan onto his gloved hands and started on Julian’s back first. He massaged the liquid into his skin, trying to get an even coating. Once he’d done his back, top of his rump, shoulders, arms, and legs, he stood back. According to the instructions, he had to let the liquid dry slightly before buffing with a special cloth provided.

“Turn around, please.”

Julian turned, a sheepish look on his face. Callum looked down. “Figures!” Julian was, of course, aroused. “What happened, man?” Callum asked.

“You know I can’t control it. It’s just you.”

Callum ignored it, continuing to apply the fake tan to his front and arms. Once he’d done the front, he turned him again and buffed off the back, followed by the front. Julian was now super-tanned, and it looked quite genuine. There was a professional make-up artist outside waiting to enhance his face with proper makeup.

Once the liquid had fully dried, Callum did another check. It was fine; he’d done a good job. Julian reached for his underwear and the shorts provided by the magazine, but Callum stopped him and instead fished out a small black bag from his holdall.

“What’s this?” Julian asked.

“The secret weapon,” Callum whispered. “It’s a tad small. It’s going to be snug, and it’s going to be uncomfortable, but I promise you, nothing is moving.”

Julian looked at the shop logo on the bag, then at Callum. “You went to a Soho fetish shop for me?”

“All part of the service, Mr Newman,” Callum said. “Now get to it. The Titan has a public image to maintain.”

Callum had to help Julian into it. The jockstrap was fine, but the fitted cup was a different matter. Every time he tried to get his junk into it, something would escape the cup. It was a real squeeze, and this was the XXL, thought Callum…

They laughed together, and Julian’s nerves were the only thing that prevented him from getting further aroused, with Callum’s hand practically repositioning his dick and balls. Eventually everything was contained, shaped, and secured in the fitted cup, snug inside the jockstrap. The khaki green shorts provided by the magazine followed, and Callum declared he looked fine. Julian put on a robe, then went into hair and makeup.