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Naked Rosary
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That's one big rosary . thanks
"Yeah just kind of dangle it from your hand. Just like that. And look down at it. No not quite. Could you maybe close your eyes? Perfect! Hold that."
He froze, tensing his abs and holding his breath, allowing the photographer to capture his nude body from every angle. He had never heard of the photographer, but his portfolio had been incredible - packed with beautiful, intensely erotic stills. And the pay was excellent... he guessed. He really didn't know; he had never modeled before. The photographer had invited him to model after seeing his self-pics on a gay dating site.
And why not? It was fun, it was new, he could replace his crude selfies with some free professional shots, and he could make a few bucks in the process. And - to be honest - he hoped the photographer would ask him to model again with a few of the men from the portfolio.
He recalled poring over the pictures at home and smiled slightly. The latino body builder had been the one to finally push him over the edge. The amount of cum coating his chest afterwards had been surprising. His cock twitched and threatened to swell, and he hurriedly diverted his thoughts to the drafty warehouse. Why had the photographer wanted to shoot out on the old docks anyway?
"Hold still. I want to reposition the beads."
Beads clacked together as authoritative hands shifted the rosary on his chest. He took the opportunity for a quick breath. One hand lingered strangely for a moment before beginning to trace smoothly down his torso. A firm hand gripped his cock before he could even gather his wits enough to open his eyes.
"Ok. I'm done."
The rosary tightened suddenly about his neck, lifting him just off his heels. He screamed in surprise, producing merely a choked gurgle. His hands jerked against the reinforced seams of the jacket cuffs as they tried to fly up to his throat. He could just barely steal a strangled gasp of air standing on tiptoe.
"Hrrh.. Hrreh... Wh... what the f-fuck!!"
"Yes, that's good. Hold that pose for a while."
The model writhed, the light reflecting brilliantly off his lightly oiled body as he fought to free his arms. What the fuck?! He wasn't strangling, he could breathe slightly if he stood tiptoe, but the rosary dug painfully into his throat.
And he was all alone. He had been too embarrassed to tell anyone where he was going.
Hands caressed his thigh, sliding around until one rested on his rear cheek and the other once more encircled his cock. The photographer began pumping him.
"The fu... fuck you want?!"
The photographer stared at him, silently working his shaft. The hand behind him began tracing up the muscles of the model's back. His breath tore at his crushed throat as he choked, drool formed at the corners of his mouth. He was getting lightheaded, and combined with the slow pumping, his manhood was beginning to respond.
At last the photographer spoke. "Simply to watch you struggle. Raw. Feral. Vital."
He was harder than he'd ever been, and the corded muscles in his arms were growing tired from straining to escape the jacket. The rosary beads dangling against his rippling stomach occasionally bumped against his engorged penis, carrying away gleaming strands of precum. He couldn't take much more.
"Pleh... please please... let meh... let me go... Hrrh... please..."
His head was spinning. It almost felt like he was floating. Just as he could barely gather the strength to struggle anymore, the pumping stopped, and was immediately replaced by a warm, wet tightness that engulfed him to the root. He screamed silently, his hips bucking in primordial instinct as boiling cum erupted from his cock.
~~~~~
Inspector Norden stood up from the body stretched out before him and examined the counterweighted noose still dangling from the ceiling. He sighed, and looked across the room at Inspector Trujillo, busy with the corpses of three other muscular young men that had been hidden beneath a tarp. He walked over, trying not to glance yet again at the extremely impressive endowment on one of the bodies.
"It was three last time. Are they accelerating?"
"Too early to tell. They aren't in it just for a thrill, remember. They're selling the videos. They won't want to saturate the market."
"They're recycling their methods. That one back there was hung the same way that latino bodybuilder was."
Trujillo grunted acknowledgement. They both knew that apart from the DNA obtained from the semen in the cadaver's rectums, they could only wait and hope they'd find more clues in the videos.
He froze, tensing his abs and holding his breath, allowing the photographer to capture his nude body from every angle. He had never heard of the photographer, but his portfolio had been incredible - packed with beautiful, intensely erotic stills. And the pay was excellent... he guessed. He really didn't know; he had never modeled before. The photographer had invited him to model after seeing his self-pics on a gay dating site.
And why not? It was fun, it was new, he could replace his crude selfies with some free professional shots, and he could make a few bucks in the process. And - to be honest - he hoped the photographer would ask him to model again with a few of the men from the portfolio.
He recalled poring over the pictures at home and smiled slightly. The latino body builder had been the one to finally push him over the edge. The amount of cum coating his chest afterwards had been surprising. His cock twitched and threatened to swell, and he hurriedly diverted his thoughts to the drafty warehouse. Why had the photographer wanted to shoot out on the old docks anyway?
"Hold still. I want to reposition the beads."
Beads clacked together as authoritative hands shifted the rosary on his chest. He took the opportunity for a quick breath. One hand lingered strangely for a moment before beginning to trace smoothly down his torso. A firm hand gripped his cock before he could even gather his wits enough to open his eyes.
"Ok. I'm done."
The rosary tightened suddenly about his neck, lifting him just off his heels. He screamed in surprise, producing merely a choked gurgle. His hands jerked against the reinforced seams of the jacket cuffs as they tried to fly up to his throat. He could just barely steal a strangled gasp of air standing on tiptoe.
"Hrrh.. Hrreh... Wh... what the f-fuck!!"
"Yes, that's good. Hold that pose for a while."
The model writhed, the light reflecting brilliantly off his lightly oiled body as he fought to free his arms. What the fuck?! He wasn't strangling, he could breathe slightly if he stood tiptoe, but the rosary dug painfully into his throat.
And he was all alone. He had been too embarrassed to tell anyone where he was going.
Hands caressed his thigh, sliding around until one rested on his rear cheek and the other once more encircled his cock. The photographer began pumping him.
"The fu... fuck you want?!"
The photographer stared at him, silently working his shaft. The hand behind him began tracing up the muscles of the model's back. His breath tore at his crushed throat as he choked, drool formed at the corners of his mouth. He was getting lightheaded, and combined with the slow pumping, his manhood was beginning to respond.
At last the photographer spoke. "Simply to watch you struggle. Raw. Feral. Vital."
He was harder than he'd ever been, and the corded muscles in his arms were growing tired from straining to escape the jacket. The rosary beads dangling against his rippling stomach occasionally bumped against his engorged penis, carrying away gleaming strands of precum. He couldn't take much more.
"Pleh... please please... let meh... let me go... Hrrh... please..."
His head was spinning. It almost felt like he was floating. Just as he could barely gather the strength to struggle anymore, the pumping stopped, and was immediately replaced by a warm, wet tightness that engulfed him to the root. He screamed silently, his hips bucking in primordial instinct as boiling cum erupted from his cock.
~~~~~
Inspector Norden stood up from the body stretched out before him and examined the counterweighted noose still dangling from the ceiling. He sighed, and looked across the room at Inspector Trujillo, busy with the corpses of three other muscular young men that had been hidden beneath a tarp. He walked over, trying not to glance yet again at the extremely impressive endowment on one of the bodies.
"It was three last time. Are they accelerating?"
"Too early to tell. They aren't in it just for a thrill, remember. They're selling the videos. They won't want to saturate the market."
"They're recycling their methods. That one back there was hung the same way that latino bodybuilder was."
Trujillo grunted acknowledgement. They both knew that apart from the DNA obtained from the semen in the cadaver's rectums, they could only wait and hope they'd find more clues in the videos.
