One bet and a Job to Love NC17 fetish
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dol_moonTitle: One bet and a Job to love
Author: Dolavine
Word Count: 19,257
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Bondage, Fetish, Porn photo shoots, and whipping
Disclaimer: Don’t know, Don’t own, just my fantastical musings put to paper. No harm intended.
Summary: Jared plays Poker using dares as bets and loses. This leads him to a job interview at a fetish catalog photo shoot that he aces and into the sights of one completely Bound Jensen.
Cigar smoke rings move slowly upward into the white light hanging low over the table where Jared and Chad are sitting face to face across the expanse of green felt, playing cards held tight in their fingers and a pile of white paper scraps in the center of the table.
“I’ll see your run naked through the hotel lobby at the Hilton Hotel and raise you one play the bongo’s naked during rush hour on Sunset Boulevard.” Jared says sliding a small scrap of paper into the growing pile stacked in the center of the table before adjusting his cards.
“Hummm, I think I might have to call you on this one Jare bear.” Chad says scrunching up his face and twisting his mouth into a puckered grimace.
“Fine.” Jared smiles as he lays his cards down face up, his five cards being in succession and a mixed suit. “Read em and weep Chadinator, 5 of clubs, 6 hearts,7 hearts ,8 of diamonds , and 9 of clubs.” He leans back a smug look on his face. “Oh I’m gonna so love picking the dare for you to do this week.” He puts his hands behind his head and tilts his chair back on the back legs balancing himself as he watches Chad lay his cards down.
“I don’t know Jare’io, I think my hand might just beat yours.” He smacks his cards down one at a time calling out their names. “Oh lets see here, Jack! Jack! Jack! Three of clubs! Three of Hearts!. Smack down Jare bear. Full House baby!!!” He gloats as he scoops the papers up from the center of the table. He stops and does a little victory dance in his seat waggling his eyebrows at Jared.
“Holy Shit Chad!!” Jared shouts, his face dropping to a stunned frown. “No way are you gonna pick a dare for me to do this week.” He says with horror at the thought.
“Dude, Rules. No money, five card stud, dares for bets, winner picks a dare the loser must accomplish before the end of the week.” He says reading the dares to himself and smiling as he lays them in two piles one he smiles at one he shakes his head at.
Jared sits arms folded, frown on his face as he watches Chad sifting through the fifteen dares until his eyes light up and he smiles the most mischievous smile he’s ever seen him make and he worries for his well being.
He stretches his arms out and rolls up his sleeves as he clears his throat and stands up. “Uhmmm, hear ye, hear ye, all who witness this, and that would be me the almighty Chadster who shall oversee this proceeding damning one Jared Tristan Padalecki to this dare I have chosen and for it to be completed before the end of the week or a terrible punishment shall befall him in the way of a depantsing at the coffee house without warning.” He clears his throat again.
“Will you just shut the fuck up and get on with it asshole.” Jared says his heart racing with fear.
“Okay, Okay. I sentence you to attend a modeling interview for Bound Fetish Magazine on Wednesday afternoon.” He slides the paper in front of Jared a huge smile on his face and a business card with the address of the audition on it.
“Holy shit Chad, you can’t be serious?” Jared says staring at the business card. “That’s a bondage magazine, I mean those people are all tied up and shit. I’m not into that and I most certainly am not letting some jackass tie me up and take pictures of me to sell their sick products.” He scowls at Chad.
“Hey you had your chance when I put it in the pile as a dare to reject it, but no, you thought you were better at poker than me. Suck it up Padalecki you might not even get the gig, all you have to do is attend the cattle call for the job and interview for it. Bring me your cattle number and the rejection paper and you’re fine.” Chad huffs plopping back down in the chair before popping another beer.
Jared stares the card again. “Just a cattle call huh?”
“Yup, a cattle call, thousands of models for one tiny job. Your chances are fair to none.” He smiles. “You aren’t as hot as you think Jare bear.” He winks at him as he sips his beer.
“Okay.” Jared agrees.
Monday morning Jared wakes up with a terrible hangover from the night before. He washes his face and looks in the mirror vaguely remembering something about a modeling audition that Chad had sentenced him to during a poker game.
The smell of fresh coffee beacons him from the kitchen and he follows his nose. He sits at the counter with a hot cup and sips at it, his head pounding between his temples. He looks at the clock and grumbles. “10:30. Too early.” He drops his head to the counter as he thinks about having to go into the bar early and set up for Ladies Night. “I hate my job.” He says into his counter as he hears his cell ringing from somewhere in the apartment.
He finds his jeans thrown over a chair in the living room and rifles through the pockets as papers and beer tokens fall onto the floor, he finds his phone and flips it open. “Hello?”
“Hey buddy, feeling okay today?” Chad says cheerfully.
“Not really.” Jared grumbles. “I’m hung over and have to go into the bar early to set up for ladies night tonight. Sometimes I think being the bartender/manager at your bar isn’t worth the paycheck and free beer.” He snorts dropping down onto the sofa.
“Well maybe the modeling gig will pan out after all and you can start your lofty career in bondage modeling.” Chad laughs heartily into the phone.
“That shit is real!?” Jared yells into the phone as he sits up startled.
“Hells to the Yeah dude, you lost, I chose, you go on the cattle call for Bound.” He laughs manically. “I gave you the card; didn’t you call to find out about it yet?”
“Ummm, no. I thought it was a bad dream or a joke I didn’t get.” Jared stammers.
“Dude it’s so real. Remember, it’s on Wednesday and you need to bring me your number and the rejection paper.”
“Ummm, is there any way I can get another dare, I mean, God Chad, I was so drunk last night.” Jared scratches the back of his neck as he makes a pained expression. “I just don’t know if I can go through with it.”
“I guess then it’s a surprise depantsing at the coffee house then.” Chad smiles.
Jared can hear Chad’s devious smile through the phone. “Fuck, NO!” He says with great emphasis on the word no. “I’ll do it.” He says hesitantly hoping that Chad will hear the whimper in his voice.
“Great, Great. Then I’ll see you later tonight at work.”
“Yeah.” Jared groans into the phone. “Later Dude.” He closes the phone and slumps back on the sofa. “Shit, Shit, Shit.” He says before leaning down to pick the contents of his pocket up off the floor.
A tiny rectangular shaped piece of paper falls on the table with the black lettering embossed on it reading BOUND inc. with a phone number next to the name Sandra McCoy. Jared flips the business card between his thumb and forefinger for what seems like ages just staring at it before calling the number.
“Bound, Sandy McCoy here.” A chipper voice says to Jared.
“Umm, yeah I heard there is an audition this week for models on Wednesday.” He says shyly his voice low and unsteady.
“Yes there is. It’s an open call for male models only. You must be at least 18yrs of age and have a current photo ID and or work Visa or Citizenship papers.” She says with a very businesslike manner to her voice.
“Okay..” Jared stammers. “So I just show up with my paperwork and audition?”
“Sure, if you have head shots that will be preferable so we know how well you photograph because beauty isn’t always photogenic.” She says dryly.
“So is this a nude thing or sex thing? I mean would I have to be having sex with a partner for the shots?” Jared’s words are slow and cautious; his voice quiet and shy as he speaks.
Sandy laughs. “Well you’re not necessarily nude but parts of you are exposed depending on what you’re modeling and there is no actual sex or sexual acts being performed during our photo shoots.”
“Okay then, I’ll be there Wednesday for the auditions.” He says with a little more confidence.
“Great Mr….” She says questioningly.
“Padalecki, Jared Padalecki.”
“Okay Jared I’ll put your name on the list so that when you arrive all you need to do is come up to the table and give them your name and portfolio.”
“Thanks.” Jared says closing his phone.
Chad teases Jared for the next several days about being tied up, tied down, gagged, whipped, and fucked with a strap on and or real penis. Jared takes it all in stride knowing that he won’t get the job so Chad will eventually shut up about it.
Wednesday morning finally comes and he has to be there by 9am for the call. He grabs some old photos of himself taken during his days of auditioning during his struggling actor phase and heads out the door. He wore his most I’m so not a bondage freak model outfit consisting of a cowboy shirt, loose fitting ratty jeans full of holes and running sneakers. He moussed down and mussed up his hair into a complete mess of wet looking mop on his head. He smiled at his image as he passed the mirror in the lobby of his apartment building before heading to his car.
He walks in the room where the auditions are being held and expects to see tons of hot men waiting to be called but instead there are only about thirty decent looking men sitting around the room dressed in Jeans, T-shirts and casual shoes. They don’t even have moussed hair or any primping. He rolls his eyes and walks up to the desk.
“Hi there, I’m Jared Padalecki here for the audition.” He smiles the brightest smile he can manage his white teeth gleaming brightly as his eyes shine with innocence.
The well dressed professional woman smiles at him. “Okay Mr. Padalecki, do you have your photos and up to date ID?” She flips through a small book and finds his name checking it off as she tears a number from a spool.
Jared hands her his portfolio and current drivers license as ID, she takes it and photo copies it putting it in a file folder with his name and register number. She hands him some papers and tells him to go and fill them out then bring them back to her.
The forms seem standard Name, address, date of birth, emergency contact numbers, shirt size, pants size, neck width, height and sexual orientation. Jared’s eyes pop at that one, he stares at the question feeling slightly uncomfortable. Sexual Orientation? He thinks about it as he looks around the room tapping his pen on the clipboard and swallows hard. He writes Gay in the spot and then crosses it out and then writes bisexual but crosses that out and again writes Gay before moving on to the next sets of questions. He finishes the paperwork and takes it back up to the woman before she gives him his number and tells him to have a seat and wait to be called that Miss. McCoy will see him very shortly.
The door opens up repeatedly over the next few hours and he watches as the men ahead of him are called into the room, his heart races with fear as he watches them leave after only a short time in there with the dark haired woman until finally the large wooden door opens and the pretty dark haired woman calls out Jared’s name and number. Jared swallows hard and thinks about how he’s so not a gay bondage kink fetish model as he goes over and shakes her hand, giving her the biggest gleaming smile and innocent eyes before following her into the room.
They step inside and she shuts the door behind them. She turns to Jared who is standing behind her looking nervous and expectant at the same time. She smiles at him and extends her hand. “Hi Jared, I’m Sandy McCoy.” She shakes his hand firmly and tosses her long dark hair off her neck exposing a thin blue leather collar that matches her navy skirt suit completely. Her broad smile puts Jared at ease almost immediately and he smiles back at her. “Nice to meet you Ms. McCoy.” He says letting go of her well manicured hand.
“Have a seat Jared, and call me Sandy.” She says walking behind the large wooden desk and sitting down in the black leather chair. She opens up the file folder containing Jared’s forms and photos. Her red painted fingernails flipping through the pictures and then looking up at Jared cocking an eyebrow. “These are not recent are they?” She asks. “No ma’am.” Jared says embarrassed. “I don’t have any recent pictures. Those are head shots from a few years ago when I was going on acting auditions.” He ducks his head and fumbles with his hands.
She looks back down pushing the pictures off to the side and looks over his application forms. “Do you have an identity crisis Mr. Padalecki?” She says with a stern tone looking right at him. Jared thinks she looks and sounds like a teacher and he sits up in his seat looking straight at her. “No ma’am.” He says confused at the question. “Seems you wrote several orientations under the Sexual Orientation question, I’m just wondering if you weren’t sure of yourself.” Jared flushes red. “No Ma’am, I’m positive I’m gay.” He feels heat rush over him and he starts to sweat a little under the interrogation.
She runs her eyes over the page making a stern looking face. “No modeling experience?” She questions not looking up from the page. “No, just the head shots for auditions.” Jared straightens up feeling like he’s slouching again.
“So you’re an actor.” She says pushing the papers off to the side before crossing her arms over the desk and leaning on them while looking Jared up and down. “Tried to be, but it just didn’t seem to work out for me.” He says rubbing his sweating palms on his legs.
“I’m not going to beat around the bush Jared.” She says standing up. “We really want an experienced model for this role.” Jared feels a rush of relief spread through his body because now he knows no matter what he says, she’s not hiring him for this job. She steps from behind the desk and sits on the edge in front of him, her black patent very high heels shining in the low light of the room as she crosses her legs. “What kind of acting have you done?” She says pulling the form back over and laying it on her lap.
“I did a commercial for genital herpes medication about two years ago. Maybe you’ve seen it, they still show it.” He clears his throat and stands up resting his arm on the back of the chair. “I have Genital Herpes and I don’t let it hold me back. I have very few outbreaks because I use Herpenex. You can keep living your life too with the help of Herpenex.” He smiles widely all of his teeth showing as he breaks the scene. Sandy starts laughing. “I don’t believe I’ve seen that one, but I’ll take your word for it. Now have you ever done any partial or full nude photos or just your head shots?”
“Umm.” Jared stammers and looks very confused. “No, I wasn’t looking for that kind of work.” He says swallowing hard.
“That kind of work?” Sandy says looking a bit taken back. “Mr. Padalecki, I’m not sure if you realize what you are interviewing for, do you know what you are interviewing for?” Her voice darker and more stern.
“Bondage Catalog Modeling.” Jared says timidly.
“We are the cream of the crop of Fetish catalogs. Here at Bound we offer the highest quality fetish sex apparel and accessories along with fucking machine’s and torture devices. If it’s considered a fetish or kink dealing with BDSM or Domination-Submission we offer our customers items for it.” She stands up and moves into Jared’s space. She is small in stature and is only chest high to Jared but she seems 100 feet tall at this very moment as she is commanding Jared’s respect for the company. “All of our Models are professional and most live the lifestyle of BDSM and or Dom-Sub. We pride ourselves in being a leader in the community.” She never takes her eyes from Jared’s gaze. She watches his throat as he swallows hard. She steps back and fixes her suit coat before sitting back down on the edge of the desk again. She clears her throat. “Here at Bound we pride ourselves in offering our customers pretty models who respect their desires by acting out the fetish in the fetish apparel styles and accessories.”
Jared feels his heart racing with fear and excitement at her demeanor. “I assure you I have the utmost respect for the company and if hired will perform at my peak performance.” He can hear the words flowing from his mouth but he can’t stop himself from saying them. He doesn’t want this job; he doesn’t want to be a kinky model selling things to fetish communities. He closes his eyes composting himself.
“Well then.” She says standing up and picking up his head shots from the desk. “These won’t do.” She throws them back down on the desk. “You’re older, buffer, and harder looking than in these. We need to know if you photograph as well now as you did then.” She touches Jared’s face running her thumb over his jaw line before leaning over and taking a card from the desk and handing to him. “Go here now, I’ll call and let them know your coming. We’ll pay for the photos and if we like what we see, you’ll be considered for the job.”
Jared stares at the card, he can’t say anything. His mouth is dry and he feels both flattered and worried at the same time. He just looks at the card and then up at Sandy.
“Now go and we’ll call you when we get the photos.” She walks around her desk and picks up the phone as Jared walks out the door still feeling dazed.
When he arrives at the address on the card he’s a bit shocked at the fact that it’s a huge warehouse in the shipping district. He sits in the car for a few minutes just staring at the building with its faded lettering of the advertisement painted on the side and contemplates just driving away as a depantsing couldn’t be as embarrassing as this might get.
Before he knows what’s happening he’s opening the heavy metal door marked Entrance. There is a small desk with a woman sitting at it filing her nails, her bleached blond hair pulled into a tight knot on the back of her head and the red lipstick blushed lips move as she’s loudly chomping on chewing gum.
He steps up to the desk and she looks up. “Yeah?” Is all she says as she files her long pink fingernails, the chewing gum snapping and popping inside her mouth.
“Um, I’m Jared Padalecki, I’m here for new head shots for Sandy McCoy.” He says laying the business card on her desk. She flutters her long fake lashes as she’s rolling her eyes at him and making an exasperated sigh before laying down her nail file and picking up the black phone on the desk. “Yeah a Jared Padliky is here for Tom.” She says. “It’s Pada-lecki.” He says and she just snaps her gum and looks at him with a bored expression. “Yeah, okay, I’ll send him.” She says hanging up the phone and handing Jared the business card back before picking up the nail file. “Go through those doors, down the hall to the end and it’s the last room on the left.” She starts to file her fingernails again.
“Umm thanks.” Jared says quietly as he cautiously opens the door and starts down the very dank and industrial looking hallway. He stops at the last door on the left and takes a very deep breath before turning the doorknob.
As the door swings open the sound of the camera shutter clicking fills the air. He steps inside to find a huge space with a red sofa in the center of the room, a naked woman perched across it in a seductive pose, her red lips matching the sofa color. The dirty white tiled floor dingy in the bright lights as they light the scene. He looks at the woman unabashedly stretched out, her milky skin a long lean line against the red velvet and then he spies the black collar around her neck with the large silver ring in the center resting just over the hollow at the base of her neck, shining as she moves in the light.
He moves quietly into the room and leans against the wall watching the woman move seductively for the camera, the photographer not giving her any direction but moving around the sofa clicking the shutter at her.
He stops and pulls the camera away holding it out as a woman runs over from behind the lights and takes it running back out of sight again. The woman stands up and a young man runs over and places a silken black robe over her body before she walks quietly off set. The photographer looks over and sees Jared standing against the wall inside the door and motions him over.
“Jared?” He questions.
“Yes sir.” He says stepping closer noticing the height of the man, nearly his height but just short of an inch or so and the bluest eyes he has ever seen. The man smiles at him with a warm grin as he holds out his hand. “I’m Tom, nice to meet you.” He says looking Jared over like he’s examining his entire being. “So these are for Sandy?” He says touching Jared’s face turning it from side to side his blue eyes squinting as he tilts his head in strange angles. “Yes, she said I needed new head shots to see how well I photograph now.” Tom runs his hands down Jared’s body feeling the length of muscle along his flanks to his hips and then down to his thighs. “Hummm, she said head shots, did she?” He smiles even brighter as he moves back up Jared’s body gauging the reaction to his touches. “Yes sir.” Jared says swallowing thickly as he watches Tom’s expression as he roams his body.
Tom pulls away and turns to look off set ignoring Jared now. “Camera, and change those lights to a different hue, dimmer less white.” He calls off stage and Jared can hear scurrying in the background.
When the woman who took his camera runs over and hands Tom another camera he takes it and steps back from Jared snapping a quick shot without warning. Jared blinks and feels a bit disconcerted. “Don’t you want me somewhere or to pose for you?” Tom laughs at him and holds the camera up again as the lights are dimmed and shifted to a new position. “You are my canvas Jared, I take the shots I think best describe you. You don’t get a say in my artistry, now move over to the window and keep your mouth shut.” He says with authority and Jared feels the need to obey.
He leans against the large metal framed window with its very thick bottle glass squares, the sun making them glow behind him framing his silhouette.
Tom moves around him shooting what seems like random shots as Jared looks around feeling like he’s under a microscope and he’s just trying to ignore his observer.
“Damn it Jared, look natural. Think about something that makes you horny and act it out in your head.” Tom says with disgust in his voice. Jared’s eyes get big and he feels heat flood his face as he shifts his stance uncomfortably while clearing his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the thick swallow of saliva that rushed into his mouth.
“That’s it Jared, give me something to work with.” Tom says with a dark enthusiasm.
He tries to do what Tom says and thinks about maybe Tom being undressed while he takes his picture. All that long lean muscle flexing with each movement as he moves about commanding Jared’s will to be sexy or beautiful or what ever the fuck he really wanted from him. His eyes go dark with a lustful glow and he bites his lower lip pulling it between his teeth as his breath quickens with the thought of Tom commanding him to be sexy. Jared turns his head to look at the glass the sun catching his face just right and Tom hisses out a pleased sound before he drops the camera to his side and takes in a deep breath.
“Now, strip down and move over to the doorway over there.” He says with a very commanding tone.
Jared shakes his head with disbelief. “Strip down?” He asks with concern. “I thought these were going to be head shots.”
“They are and we need both heads in some of them.” Tom says very uninterestedly as he’s commanding another camera from his crew.
“I don’t think I can do that.” Jared says timidly.
“You can’t?!” Tom asks his voice dark and husky.
“I.” Jared stammers. “Never have done nudes, not ever.” He says shyly looking down at the ground.
“Well if you’re going to work with Sandy at Bound you’re going to have to learn how to do them boy.” Tom’s demeanor changes to almost gruff, his voice darker and sterner as his once warm and inviting smile turns into something almost sinister behind those blue eyes.
“Do I have to be completely nude?” He says opening his shirt. “Can I just be in my boxers? They are tight boxer briefs.” He almost begs.
“Strip down to your underwear boy and let me see what I have to work with.” Tom shifts his stance as he closes in on Jared his walk a commanding swagger. Jared pulls his clothes off, each length of long muscle exposed as he sheds them down to his white cotton boxer briefs. “Hummmm.” Tom says looking him up and down before walking over and sliding his fingers over Jared’s sheathed cock. “It will do for now.” He says his eyes turning the darkest blue Jared has ever seen, his lips flushed red as he grins evilly at him.
He lifts the camera and begins shooting pictures, tiny approving grunts coming from his throat as he moves about snapping picture after picture of Jared. Jared likes the noises, his body responding to his earlier fantasy as his cock hardens in his underwear and Tom takes notice. ‘Take them off, now.” He commands and Jared feels his resolve fade away with the sound of his voice.
Standing there exposed, his most intimate parts naked and being photographed Jared can’t help but be a bit turned on by it all. His cock is half hard and he isn’t trying to hide it from Tom as a matter of fact, it’s hard, for Tom.
Tom shoots the last of the shots, his body moving quickly around Jared capturing his build as it’s stretched to its full length along the doorway frame. He loves that Jared has started to move for him, to pose that long body in seductive ways that capture every line of every muscle he has. He leans in tight on Jared’s thighs capturing his hard on, the long semi hard length still pulling downward against his thick thigh, the head glistening with a tiny drop of precum and he takes the picture.
“Okay, that’s it Jared.” He says turning his back to him as he walks away handing the camera off to a waiting assistant. “Get dressed. I’ll send these over to Sandy ASAP.”
Jared gathers his clothes off the floor and quickly puts them on. He feels like a teenager who has just been caught screwing in the basement of his lover’s parents house and has been told to go home. There is a twinge of shame in his gut as he pulls on his jeans and shoes forgetting his socks in the rush. He’s buttoning up his shirt as he’s heading to the door before turning around to look at Tom. “So how long is ASAP?” He asks quietly. Tom turns to him and smiles warmly. “They’ll be there by this evening. I’d expect a call from her if I were you. You’re kinda what she’s looking for.” He smiles again only darker this time. Jared turns and leaves letting the door slam shut behind him.
He’s not even back to his apartment when his cell rings and he sees its Bound Magazine so he answers knowing its Sandy.
“Hello?”
“Hello Jared, its Sandy here, I just received your photos from Tom and I’d like you to come in later today.” Her voice is expectant and pleasant.
“About what time would you want me to come in, because I didn’t ask for the day off and I’d have to call my boss and set something up with another bartender?” He’s not even sure if he wants to go back in, because if Tom was right she is going to try and hire him and he really just doesn’t want to deal with that.
“How would 4 be for you?” She asks hesitantly.
“Uhhhh, four sounds good, I’ll just call my boss and change a few things and it’ll be good.” He says feeling like banging his head on the steering wheel with frustration at the fact that he is even agreeing to this meeting.
“Great, my office at four and don’t eat, we’ll have food brought in.” She is exuding excitement and Jared can almost see her wide smile over the phone.
“Okay, see you then.” He closes his phone as he pulls into his parking space outside of his apartment building. He shuts off the car and has a mini melt down. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. What the fuck is wrong with me?! How could I agree to the meeting? I’m not a kinky fetish model, hell I’m not even into that shit.
He’s sitting at the kitchen table with a ham sandwich and his cell phone. He knows he has to call Chad and tell him he’ll be late coming in tonight but he doesn’t want to tell him why. He stares at Chad’s number as he takes a bite of the sandwich and hits the call button.
“Chad’s Place.” Chad says very businesslike.
“Hey Chad, its Jared.” He says with his mouth full of sandwich.
“Jare bear.” Chad chimes. “What’s the dealio buddy? You went on that cattle call today didn’t you?” He questions with a dark amusement.
“Uh, yeah, I went to it.” Jared stammers as his cheeks heat up and he wonders why he is embarrassed when he’s only on the phone with Chad.
“Cool dude. Bring the number and the rejection in tonight, I’m gonna put them up on the Wall of Shame baby. It’s about time we got you up there, hell we got Sophie up there when she won the wet T-shirt contest, it’s your turn now baby.” He laughs uncontrollably at the idea of Jared having to face the shame wall.
“Yeah, that’s really what I want to talk to you about.” Jared’s voice deepens as he gets a bit more confident, feeling annoyed at the idea that he wouldn’t actually be good enough. “I’ll be late coming in tonight, I have a call back for Bound today at 4 and.” He sits up in his seat and clears his throat sounding so very commanding and confident that he’s not sure what has come over him. “I’m going back for it.”
“Dude!” Chad yells into the phone. “That’s Amazing!” He keeps his voice raised as he yells out into the bar room. “Our little Jared has a modeling Job, doing bondage Porn!”
The sounds of clapping and catcalling sound through the phone and Jared groans. “Well, thanks a lot Chad, I guess when I come in tonight I’ll never hear the end of it, from everyone.” He grunts. “See you around 7.” He says shutting the phone as he hears Chad start to say something but ignores him completely.
He can’t keep his leg from jumping nervously as he sits in the waiting room outside of Sandy’s office. He fidgets with the hem of his shirt as he watches the dark wooden door behind the secretaries desk and he thinks about just leaving, getting up and walking out without even declining the job but he feels after all that Sandy had done with the photo shoot and all he owes her at least a face to face decline of the offer.
The door opens and Sandy steps out smiling widely at Jared and waving him in.
Inside she leads him to a small leather sofa with an occasional table covered in finger foods. “Have a bite, it’s all amazing, and our caterer is top notch.” She says opening a liquor cabinet on the other side of the room. “Drink?” Her hand moves over several crystal bottles with colorful metal stoppers.
“Umm, thanks, maybe just a beer if you have it.” He says sitting down feeling very uncomfortable but the smell of the dim sum is calling his name and he takes a small china plate and puts several on it.
“What type?” Sandy says opening the small refrigerator under the liquor shelf. “We have domestic, foreign, micro brew, flavored, light and lager.”
“Lager.” He says taking an entire dumpling in his mouth.
She sets the beer down in front of him and sits down next to him taking a plate and forking some chicken pieces covered in a white sauce onto it before she sits back and starts to eat. Jared leans back so as not to look too obvious about being nervous.
“So Jared, Tom was very pleased with your performance. He actually sent me a little email with the photos and he never does that.” She says taking another bite of her food.
“Really?” Jared says swallowing with surprise. “Never?”
“No, never. He was very impressed. Would you like to know what he said?” She leans forward and takes a sheet of paper from the table next to her.
“Sure.” Jared says putting the dumpling into his mouth.
Jared was a professional Sub all the way. He modeled naturally and even followed my directions with no protest, even got an erection and allowed me to photograph it unabashedly. Photos enclosed. Tom
“Your photos were beautiful Jared.” Sandy says handing him the print out of the note.
Jared looks at her with confusion. “Why did he call me a professional sub?”
“Because you are a sub Jared, you have a classic submissive personality.” Her eyes drift down as she puts a finger under her thin leather collar around her neck before she looks back up with confidence at him.
“I never thought of myself as a submissive personality.” He says getting a bit defensive.
“Jared you are. We sent you to Tom because he’s a dominate. He photographs all of our Subs for us. He’s telling me what a wonderful sub you were for him and that you were professional, because we are looking for a new Sub for our Dom for the fall catalog.”
He shifts uncomfortably in his seat before taking a long swallow from his beer bottle. “I’m not sure if I want this job Sandy. I didn’t want to just decline without hearing you out first but.” He takes another drink from the bottle. “I just don’t think this is my thing.”
“Okay Jared I can see your hesitation and I understand. You’ve never done any modeling and you don’t see yourself as a submissive especially one who would be modeling fetish bdsm gear. I get that, but let me just show you a number here and if you don’t like it and it doesn’t make you change your mind, you can walk out the door knowing that you made the right decision.” She writes something on the napkin she’s holding and folds it before handing it to Jared.
He looks apprehensively at the napkin his mouth dry and he’s not sure if he wants to open it but he does. He looks at the number; the very large number scrawled across it and looks up at her with surprise. “Are you sure there is no sex involved with a number of this size?” He questions his heart nervously racing at the thought of it.
She laughs. “This job has absolutely no sex involved what so ever. That is the number for a three shot deal and if you and the Dom get along and work well together, we will offer you more shoots and a contract with an even better number. This business makes the money Jared and we want only the best eye candy we can offer our customers.” She smiles at him tapping her pink acrylic fingernails on her knee.
“I want to tell you that I want to think about it.” He says looking back down at the number on the soft cotton napkin. “But honestly for this number and no sex is involved, I think I can live with being showcased as a Submissive for three photos in the catalog.” He worries the napkin between his fingers as he finishes his beer.
“Wonderful.” Sandy says clasping her hands together before getting up and taking some papers off of her desk.
She shows Jared the wavier and the legalities of the three photo shoots, she explains their policies with him, and has him sign on all the dotted lines while initialing in all the right places. When Jared is done they have spent an entire hour on just the paperwork so that he can even be photographed let alone put into the circulation for public consumption.
“Okay, now that this is all out of the way” She puts the papers inside of a file with his name marked on it and writes something down on a note pad. “Go to this address tomorrow at 9am and don’t be late, they’ll be expecting you.”
He takes the paper and puts it in his jeans pocket before shaking her hand. “I won’t be late, I promise.”
“Better not be.” She says smiling. “Now if you have any problems you have my number, call me and I’ll make sure it’s taken care of. I know your going to like your Dominate, he’s been with us for a few years and is very professional.”
“Thanks Sandy.” He says as he walks out the door.
The bar is full when he arrives and Chad must have been looking for him because when he walks in the whole bar has handcuffs they are swinging around or duct tape over their mouths and Chad has Sophie on the bar top with her hands tied behind her back, ankles in shackles and he’s holding a paddle smacking his hand with it. Jared takes a bow as they cat call at him raising their beers and making rude gestures to him with the bottles. He steps behind the bar and takes the paddle from Chad, holds it up in the air and brings it down on Chad’s ass with a loud hard smack. “Take that Asshole!” He says as Chad flinches at the stinging sensation and Jared holds his hands up high bowing to his audience. “Now that you have all seen me in action you can resume your drinking and I can serve them to you in peace!” He calls out over the crowd who just laughs at him and settles down a bit.
Jared calls Chad into the back and explains to him that he needs to have the next day off and that he has to go home before closing tonight because of his commitment with Bound. Chad bitches and Jared reminds him that he wouldn’t have this job if he hadn’t forced him into it. Chad concedes and gives him the rest of the week off with vacation pay since he only has to do three shoots but tells him to keep him informed of the situation. “Cause Dude, you in leather being all BDSM.. so got know about that.” Chad laughs.
Sleeping isn’t even an option as the 6am alarm goes off and Jared grumbles at the piercing sound. His mind has been racing all night with the thought of what might be waiting for him when he arrives at the studio today. He thinks he’s played out every scenario he could possibly imagine they might put him in. When he was leaving Sandy’s office the day before he asked the secretary for a catalog on his way out so that he could check out what he was going to be modeling. He wasn’t too sure of some of the items but the scarier looking ones weren’t on any human models, so that made him happy.
He stared at himself in the mirror as he lathered his face up with shaving cream. He looked deep into his own eyes and wondered how Sandy and Tom had seen him as a Submissive, was there something in his eyes, was it his demeanor or did he just exude a lack of authority to them. Did everyone see him like they seemed too? He just didn’t know what to make of it and wasn’t sure how to change it or if he even wanted to.
He sipped at a cup of coffee but his nerves were too on edge to even enjoy it. He grabbed his keys as he headed out the door.
The freeway was packed this morning and traffic was moving at a snails pace. He watched the sun making hazy pink and blue hues over the city as he crawled over the bridge high above the industry district.
He pulls into the parking lot of the large industrial building from the address Sandy had given him.
When he enters the building he’s shocked at how industrial it still is. The large room inside still has machinery along the walls, it’s dark with just high hanging florescent lights, the windows are cracked and yellow with dirt and he can’t help but stare in amazement at it.
A tall woman walks over to him. “May I help you?” She asks her red lipstick laden lips curled into a pleasant smile. “Yeah, I’m Jared Padalecki.” She smiles at him. “Oh, Mr. Padalecki.” She says with such an excited cheery voice he was a bit shocked. “I’m Sherry, Mike’s assistant. Here come with me, I’ll introduce you to the others.” She says leading him across the room.
She pulls him to a small room in the back of the larger area, it’s set up as what looks like a make-up and changing station. There are two other people already in the room, one in a barber chair and the other applying make-up to him.
They walk in with Sherry leading him over to the barber chair to introduce him. The man in the chair opens his eyes and looks over at Jared with an inquisitive face.
“This is Jared, the new Sub.” She says with a cheery voice her hand rubbing Jared’s bicep. “Jared, this is Jensen, he’ll be your partner for the shoot, he’s a great Dom.” She says blushing. Jared puts his hand out to Jensen who snakes his out from under the long bib over his chest and lap and takes it grasping it firmly to shake it. “Nice to meet you Jared.” He says in a low gravely voice, a thin smile across a perfect red mouth. “Nice to meet you too.” Jared says nervously pulling his hand away slowly, letting the heat of Jensen’s smooth skin linger a bit longer than necessary. “And this is one of our great effects techs, Lana.” He shakes her hand too and she smiles warmly at him. “Hi Jared, nice to meet you.”
Sherry sets Jared down in the chair and excuses herself. “Now you wait here, I’ll send Genevieve over to get you set up sweetie.” She says as she disappears out of the room.
Jared sits quietly looking in the mirror at his expression hoping no one else notices his extreme nervousness. He watches Jensen in the mirror as Lana applies a thin dark liner to his eyebrows her hands stretching the porcelain colored skin painted with tiny freckles and Jensen looks so relaxed. He watches as she then pulls out an air brush and quickly covers his face, neck and chest in a bronze colored make-up. He marvels at his fine features and soft perfect mouth, it looks so kissable.
“Hi Jared.” A voice says from behind him and he looks in the mirror at a dark haired woman with an infectiously large smile staring at him as she touches his shoulders. “I’m Gen, I’ll be doing your primping today.” Jared smiles back at her. “Hi Gen.” He says sitting up in the chair. “My, Jared, you’re quite the tall one aren’t you.” She says letting the chair down as far as it will go and still having him at chin height. They laugh and he slouches down. Jared sees Jensen open an eye and look over at him in the mirror quirking up one corner of his mouth into a smile.
Jensen watches Jared as he interacts with Genevieve. He takes in his features, the way his mouth spreads wide when he laughs, how his eyes twinkle when something catches his amusement and the fact that he is so damned tall and lean. Jensen swallows at the thought of seeing Jared in the gear they are going to put him in today, because damn, all that lean long muscle bound up in a leather torso harness is going to be spectacular.
Jensen is called out for his costume dressing and he gives one last look at Jared as he walks through the doorway.
A short balding man walks in and tells Jared he’s ready to rig him up when he’s finished with Gen. Jared gets nervous again; he hears the word rig and wonders what’s going to happen in the scenes today. Gen smiles and brushes on the last of the rose colored blush to give him that fresh faced youthful look. “Done.” She says spinning the chair around. “Gorgeous, if I do say so myself.”
Gen calls down the hall and the man returns with a leather harness. “Okay Jared, strip down and let me rig you up in this harness.”
Jared slowly takes off all of his clothes. He looks the harness over and thinks about being totally naked with Jensen and feels fear rush over his body. He takes off his boxer briefs and stands there naked to the world with his nerves on edge waiting for the feel of the leather to be placed around him.
The man makes Jared bend down to slip the harness over his upper body fixing the straps across his back. Jared listens to the rustling of the leather as its clasped into place with the buckles, the tightness making his skin prickle a bit and he thinks he likes the feeling of being snug inside the leather straps. The man moves to the front and adds the leather cock ring to the front of the harness. The long cock leash leading from the large O ring at his chest trails down his belly and ends at his cock. The man looks up at Jared expectantly. “Didn’t anyone tell you to get it hard so I could put the cock ring on?” He asks. Jared’s face flushes with heat and he stammers. “Umm, no.” The man rolls his eye and storms out of the room grumbling something about needing a fluffer.
Jensen comes in the room and stops dead in his tracks at the sight of Jared trussed up in the harness, his bare ass all firm and perfectly round accented by the low band of the waist strap.
Jared hears someone come up behind him and he turns to see who it is. He’s shocked to see Jensen standing there staring at him and he suddenly feels very self-conscious. He clears his throat in embarrassment. “Guy went off to find some fluffer.” He says his voice timid. Jensen starts to laugh. “You mean to get a fluffer.” He says stepping closer to Jared. “What’s a fluffer?” Jared says trying to step behind the chair to hide his nakedness from him. “A fluffer is someone who will make you hard by either jacking you off or sucking you until you’re hard. They use them to keep us hard or get us there if we can’t get there on our own.” Jared’s eyes go wide. “You mean he’s getting someone to get me hard?” His face stunned and embarrassed at the same time. “I..I.. can’t let someone I don’t know do that to me.” He says his voice shaking.
Jensen looks around and leans in and whispers in Jared’s ear. “Have you tried jacking off?” His breath is hot on Jared’s ear.
“No.” Jared says frowning.
“Try it.” Jensen says. “I’ll go over there and watch at the door so that no one sees.” He smiles and walks over to the doorway.
Jared turns his back to Jensen and takes his cock in hand as he watches Jensen in the mirror and begins to stroke softly up and down his dry shaft. He feels a stirring of heat in his belly as he watches Jensen in his costume, the black latex uniform shirt and latex black motorcycle style chaps, his ass hanging out between the legs of the chaps and he feels himself get so hard he might cum. He lets go of his cock and coughs nervously.
Jensen turns around. “Are you hard?”
“Yup. But I hope I can keep it until this leather cock ring gets put on.” He says frowning looking at the small strap not sure how to put it around himself. Jensen walks over quickly and takes Jared’s hard member in his hand squeezes it, pulling his balls up with his thumb and with his other hand clasps the cock ring into place before sliding his hand down Jared’s hard shaft letting his thumb catch the tiny pearl of precum. Jared shivers under his commanding touch his hands clenched into tight fists to hold back his orgasm and feels intense relief when the cock ring stifles the urgent need to cum.
“Thanks.” Jared says with relief as the shorter man comes in with a young man who is sucking on a lollipop.
“Took care of it I see.” He says seeing the cock ring in place. Jared blushes. “Yeah.” He says glancing over at Jensen who is licking the precum off of the end of his thumb and Jared knows that he’s tasting him. His heart starts to race with excitement at the sight.
They are taken out to the set which consists of a stockade looking set up. Jensen is pulled aside and his cod piece is removed so that he is completely exposed both front and back. He’s handed a whip like implement before he walks over to the setup. Jared watches him as he walks over, all of his glory hanging out and his mouth goes dry. He watches as Jensen’s face changes from pretty and soft to set and semi hard. The soft green glimmer of his eyes goes slightly harsh and he moves the whip through the air with a commanding presence. Jared knows he’s putting on his game face but yet it sends a shiver of excitement through him.
A tall bald man comes out from the back, a camera in hand and he walks up to them. “Hey Jen.” He says a wide smile on his face. “See the junk is still in good condition after Saturday night.” He winks slyly and Jared thinks he actually sees Jensen blush behind his game face. The man turns and faces Jared extending his hand. “Hi Jared, I’m Mike. I’ll be your photographer today.” Jared shakes his hand in return. “Nice to meet you.” He says gauging the comradery between him and Jensen.
Mike tells Jensen and Jared that he wants them to do a basic stockade scene where Jared is in the stocks and Jensen is flogging him on the ass for the first few shots. Jared furrows his brow as he looks at the stockade, its low to the ground and very confining. He looks over at Jensen and swallows hard. “Is that whip thing going to hurt?” he says with caution. Jensen looks back at him and smiles. “Floggers rarely hurt, they sting a bit but it’s not really a torture device Jared. You have to just trust me not to hurt you or do anything that would be out of your comfort zone and if I do go outside of it, just say stop.” Jared smiles shyly a deep blush rushing into his cheeks his hard cock straining against the cock ring and he is surprised at his interest in what Jensen is about to do to him or maybe it’s just that he feels so very safe in those green eyes. “Okay, I can handle that.” He says looking straight into Jensen’s warm yet commanding gaze.
Jared kneels down, his tall body feeling almost bent in half as he puts his neck into the head rest and lays his hands into their designated spots on either side of his head. The rigging guy closes the top down and locks him into the stockade device.
Jensen’s gaze never leaves Jared’s long beautiful body as he’s locked down into the device, stretched out from neck to feet, on his knees, his wrists bound next to his head and Jensen quivers at the sight of all of that skin and muscle waiting for him to dominate it.
Mike smiles at the scene as he gauges it through his camera for lighting and scope. He calls to have the light adjusted before yelling “Perfect. You know what I like Jen. Action.”
Jared’s body goes prickly as he waits for the sting of the flogger across his bare ass but he only feels a soft caress of leather down his back, the thin strips tingle his skin sending more need to his already painful cock. He’s been restrained for almost 15minutes and his cock is already aching with the need to release.
Jensen moves to stand in front of Jared, his cock is at eye level with him and he wonders how wonderful it would feel to lick up the black latex chap covering Jensen’s firm thigh to his semi hard cock and a shudder runs through him.
Moving behind Jared again Jensen runs the thin strands of the flogger over his ass watching the goose bumps form over each cheek as they clench with the touch. He smiles a devious smile for the camera before raising the whip high and bringing it down hard over Jared’s wanton ass. Jared jumps his skin stinging furiously with the contact. He moans out a quiet noise half whimper half pleasure and Jensen knows he’s enjoying this. He runs the flogger over his back making lazy circles over the now over sensitized skin and Jared arches as best he can straining to get more touch, more feeling from the implement.
Jensen puts his thigh between Jared’s legs nudging his knee into his ass pushing at the firm orbs spreading his cheeks just a little bit to expose the pink tender flesh between before running the flogger over it and when he feels Jared push into him he brings the flogger down over the tender exposed flesh making Jared groan and bite his lower lip. He watches as Jared’s skin flushes pink beneath the golden tan and he smiles down at him.
Straddling Jared’s back like he’s a horse waiting to be mounted he leans over the stockade and puts his mouth next to Jared’s ear and whispers. “So pretty for me, all needy and broken like this.” He rubs his bare ass over Jared’s pushed out cheeks letting his balls graze over the cleft sending need up Jared’s spine and then back down to his cock again.
Jensen moves behind Jared again and rubs his hand over his ass as if marking a spot for the next hit and then brings the flogger over the area with a loud whoosh and crack. The crack sending sparks of pain and pleasure up Jared’s spine, he hisses, then moans, moving his ass in a soothing circle begging for more.
Mike drops his camera to his side and calls “Cut!”
Jensen moves away from Jared, his cock is hard now and he’s more than turned on by the way Jared took it his first time and he’s so impressed with what a wonderful sub he has turned out to be. He thinks about how needy Jared’s cock is, purple and hanging between his thighs swollen and throbbing not even able to drip precum from the cock ring. He wants to take him back to the dressing room and take care of that for him, please him for being such a good Sub for him.
Jim the rig guy comes in and lets Jared free helping him to stand up as he’s been on his knees in an immobile state for almost an hour and Jared is weak and sweating. He cracks his back and leans against the wall. His cock is hanging heavy and causing him pain. He wants to release it because he feels like he could cum with volcanic spurts.
“That was amazing guys.” Mike says loading his camera. “Jen we’re done with you, you can go change. Jared, we need some body shots for the catalog to sell the harness. We need long shots of it.” Jared frowns knowing that he isn’t going to be able get any release for awhile yet.
“Go over to that wall and spread your legs like you’re being searched by a cop and then just take it from there. Tom told me you have great instincts with the camera and I believe it from the way you mugged it up even in the stocks.”
Jared leans on the wall pushing his ass out and then moving to stand chest pressed to the wall his hard cock rubbing painfully against the stucco grain.
Jensen watches Jared modeling in the most sensual solo poses he has ever seen, then again he has never seen any model so long and lean and fucking hot as Jared is. His cock is completely hard now as he fantasizes about sucking Jared letting his stifled cum flow forcefully into his mouth and he touches himself with the thoughts. His hand working hard and fast over his cock, stroking long full pulls up and down over the hard shaft until he reaches climax and shoots hot over his hand. His breath fast and hard, catching in his throat with the intense pleasure of his orgasm.
“Okay Jared, thanks. You were such a pro today. Now get outta hear and get changed.” Mike says and Jared breaths a loud sigh and asks where the restroom is almost in a panic to release the cock ring and cum.
He steps into the dressing room and is quickly pulled inside the door as it is being slammed behind him and then he is shoved up against the hard wood of it. When he focuses he sees Jensen, his arm is pressed over Jared’s chest holding him down against the door with a look of animal lust on his face and Jared doesn’t know whether to be excited or frightened by it. Jensen drops to his knees without saying a word and puts his mouth over Jared’s intensely hard and extremely over sensitized cock laving at the slit with his tongue sending Jared into spasms of pain and almost unbearable pleasure. He holds Jared tight to the door with a hand on his hip as Jared tries to buck frantically at the way his mouth is touching him, Jensen puts his other hand down under Jared’s balls to release the snap on the cock ring.
Jared gasps at the feeling under his balls as Jensen with his hot mouth encased around his swollen head releases the cock ring letting the blood and precum flow heavy into his member.
Jensen tastes the musky precum first as it rushes forward over his tongue, the slippery liquid making a streak to the back of his throat and then he feels Jared’s hands on the back of his head holding him still as he floods Jensen’s mouth and throat with hot spurts of salty bitter cum. Jensen takes Jared’s massive cock as far as he can into the back of his throat and swallows each bitter drop, the sounds Jared is making as he cums ring like sweet music in his ears. All the deep moans and curse words sound like a symphony of Jensen’s hard work on set.
Jared’s cock goes limp quickly and Jensen lets it slip out of his mouth, he opens his eyes and looks up to see Jared looking down at him with a blissed out look on his face, his body as limp as his dick and Jensen lets go of his hip before standing up. Jared stares at him in wonderment for a second before wiping a small amount of cum from the side of his mouth in a tender gesture of appreciation. Jensen smiles at Jared before walking away from him leaving him fucked out and breathless.
Part two
Author: Dolavine
Word Count: 19,257
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Bondage, Fetish, Porn photo shoots, and whipping
Disclaimer: Don’t know, Don’t own, just my fantastical musings put to paper. No harm intended.
Summary: Jared plays Poker using dares as bets and loses. This leads him to a job interview at a fetish catalog photo shoot that he aces and into the sights of one completely Bound Jensen.
Cigar smoke rings move slowly upward into the white light hanging low over the table where Jared and Chad are sitting face to face across the expanse of green felt, playing cards held tight in their fingers and a pile of white paper scraps in the center of the table.
“I’ll see your run naked through the hotel lobby at the Hilton Hotel and raise you one play the bongo’s naked during rush hour on Sunset Boulevard.” Jared says sliding a small scrap of paper into the growing pile stacked in the center of the table before adjusting his cards.
“Hummm, I think I might have to call you on this one Jare bear.” Chad says scrunching up his face and twisting his mouth into a puckered grimace.
“Fine.” Jared smiles as he lays his cards down face up, his five cards being in succession and a mixed suit. “Read em and weep Chadinator, 5 of clubs, 6 hearts,7 hearts ,8 of diamonds , and 9 of clubs.” He leans back a smug look on his face. “Oh I’m gonna so love picking the dare for you to do this week.” He puts his hands behind his head and tilts his chair back on the back legs balancing himself as he watches Chad lay his cards down.
“I don’t know Jare’io, I think my hand might just beat yours.” He smacks his cards down one at a time calling out their names. “Oh lets see here, Jack! Jack! Jack! Three of clubs! Three of Hearts!. Smack down Jare bear. Full House baby!!!” He gloats as he scoops the papers up from the center of the table. He stops and does a little victory dance in his seat waggling his eyebrows at Jared.
“Holy Shit Chad!!” Jared shouts, his face dropping to a stunned frown. “No way are you gonna pick a dare for me to do this week.” He says with horror at the thought.
“Dude, Rules. No money, five card stud, dares for bets, winner picks a dare the loser must accomplish before the end of the week.” He says reading the dares to himself and smiling as he lays them in two piles one he smiles at one he shakes his head at.
Jared sits arms folded, frown on his face as he watches Chad sifting through the fifteen dares until his eyes light up and he smiles the most mischievous smile he’s ever seen him make and he worries for his well being.
He stretches his arms out and rolls up his sleeves as he clears his throat and stands up. “Uhmmm, hear ye, hear ye, all who witness this, and that would be me the almighty Chadster who shall oversee this proceeding damning one Jared Tristan Padalecki to this dare I have chosen and for it to be completed before the end of the week or a terrible punishment shall befall him in the way of a depantsing at the coffee house without warning.” He clears his throat again.
“Will you just shut the fuck up and get on with it asshole.” Jared says his heart racing with fear.
“Okay, Okay. I sentence you to attend a modeling interview for Bound Fetish Magazine on Wednesday afternoon.” He slides the paper in front of Jared a huge smile on his face and a business card with the address of the audition on it.
“Holy shit Chad, you can’t be serious?” Jared says staring at the business card. “That’s a bondage magazine, I mean those people are all tied up and shit. I’m not into that and I most certainly am not letting some jackass tie me up and take pictures of me to sell their sick products.” He scowls at Chad.
“Hey you had your chance when I put it in the pile as a dare to reject it, but no, you thought you were better at poker than me. Suck it up Padalecki you might not even get the gig, all you have to do is attend the cattle call for the job and interview for it. Bring me your cattle number and the rejection paper and you’re fine.” Chad huffs plopping back down in the chair before popping another beer.
Jared stares the card again. “Just a cattle call huh?”
“Yup, a cattle call, thousands of models for one tiny job. Your chances are fair to none.” He smiles. “You aren’t as hot as you think Jare bear.” He winks at him as he sips his beer.
“Okay.” Jared agrees.
Monday morning Jared wakes up with a terrible hangover from the night before. He washes his face and looks in the mirror vaguely remembering something about a modeling audition that Chad had sentenced him to during a poker game.
The smell of fresh coffee beacons him from the kitchen and he follows his nose. He sits at the counter with a hot cup and sips at it, his head pounding between his temples. He looks at the clock and grumbles. “10:30. Too early.” He drops his head to the counter as he thinks about having to go into the bar early and set up for Ladies Night. “I hate my job.” He says into his counter as he hears his cell ringing from somewhere in the apartment.
He finds his jeans thrown over a chair in the living room and rifles through the pockets as papers and beer tokens fall onto the floor, he finds his phone and flips it open. “Hello?”
“Hey buddy, feeling okay today?” Chad says cheerfully.
“Not really.” Jared grumbles. “I’m hung over and have to go into the bar early to set up for ladies night tonight. Sometimes I think being the bartender/manager at your bar isn’t worth the paycheck and free beer.” He snorts dropping down onto the sofa.
“Well maybe the modeling gig will pan out after all and you can start your lofty career in bondage modeling.” Chad laughs heartily into the phone.
“That shit is real!?” Jared yells into the phone as he sits up startled.
“Hells to the Yeah dude, you lost, I chose, you go on the cattle call for Bound.” He laughs manically. “I gave you the card; didn’t you call to find out about it yet?”
“Ummm, no. I thought it was a bad dream or a joke I didn’t get.” Jared stammers.
“Dude it’s so real. Remember, it’s on Wednesday and you need to bring me your number and the rejection paper.”
“Ummm, is there any way I can get another dare, I mean, God Chad, I was so drunk last night.” Jared scratches the back of his neck as he makes a pained expression. “I just don’t know if I can go through with it.”
“I guess then it’s a surprise depantsing at the coffee house then.” Chad smiles.
Jared can hear Chad’s devious smile through the phone. “Fuck, NO!” He says with great emphasis on the word no. “I’ll do it.” He says hesitantly hoping that Chad will hear the whimper in his voice.
“Great, Great. Then I’ll see you later tonight at work.”
“Yeah.” Jared groans into the phone. “Later Dude.” He closes the phone and slumps back on the sofa. “Shit, Shit, Shit.” He says before leaning down to pick the contents of his pocket up off the floor.
A tiny rectangular shaped piece of paper falls on the table with the black lettering embossed on it reading BOUND inc. with a phone number next to the name Sandra McCoy. Jared flips the business card between his thumb and forefinger for what seems like ages just staring at it before calling the number.
“Bound, Sandy McCoy here.” A chipper voice says to Jared.
“Umm, yeah I heard there is an audition this week for models on Wednesday.” He says shyly his voice low and unsteady.
“Yes there is. It’s an open call for male models only. You must be at least 18yrs of age and have a current photo ID and or work Visa or Citizenship papers.” She says with a very businesslike manner to her voice.
“Okay..” Jared stammers. “So I just show up with my paperwork and audition?”
“Sure, if you have head shots that will be preferable so we know how well you photograph because beauty isn’t always photogenic.” She says dryly.
“So is this a nude thing or sex thing? I mean would I have to be having sex with a partner for the shots?” Jared’s words are slow and cautious; his voice quiet and shy as he speaks.
Sandy laughs. “Well you’re not necessarily nude but parts of you are exposed depending on what you’re modeling and there is no actual sex or sexual acts being performed during our photo shoots.”
“Okay then, I’ll be there Wednesday for the auditions.” He says with a little more confidence.
“Great Mr….” She says questioningly.
“Padalecki, Jared Padalecki.”
“Okay Jared I’ll put your name on the list so that when you arrive all you need to do is come up to the table and give them your name and portfolio.”
“Thanks.” Jared says closing his phone.
Chad teases Jared for the next several days about being tied up, tied down, gagged, whipped, and fucked with a strap on and or real penis. Jared takes it all in stride knowing that he won’t get the job so Chad will eventually shut up about it.
Wednesday morning finally comes and he has to be there by 9am for the call. He grabs some old photos of himself taken during his days of auditioning during his struggling actor phase and heads out the door. He wore his most I’m so not a bondage freak model outfit consisting of a cowboy shirt, loose fitting ratty jeans full of holes and running sneakers. He moussed down and mussed up his hair into a complete mess of wet looking mop on his head. He smiled at his image as he passed the mirror in the lobby of his apartment building before heading to his car.
He walks in the room where the auditions are being held and expects to see tons of hot men waiting to be called but instead there are only about thirty decent looking men sitting around the room dressed in Jeans, T-shirts and casual shoes. They don’t even have moussed hair or any primping. He rolls his eyes and walks up to the desk.
“Hi there, I’m Jared Padalecki here for the audition.” He smiles the brightest smile he can manage his white teeth gleaming brightly as his eyes shine with innocence.
The well dressed professional woman smiles at him. “Okay Mr. Padalecki, do you have your photos and up to date ID?” She flips through a small book and finds his name checking it off as she tears a number from a spool.
Jared hands her his portfolio and current drivers license as ID, she takes it and photo copies it putting it in a file folder with his name and register number. She hands him some papers and tells him to go and fill them out then bring them back to her.
The forms seem standard Name, address, date of birth, emergency contact numbers, shirt size, pants size, neck width, height and sexual orientation. Jared’s eyes pop at that one, he stares at the question feeling slightly uncomfortable. Sexual Orientation? He thinks about it as he looks around the room tapping his pen on the clipboard and swallows hard. He writes Gay in the spot and then crosses it out and then writes bisexual but crosses that out and again writes Gay before moving on to the next sets of questions. He finishes the paperwork and takes it back up to the woman before she gives him his number and tells him to have a seat and wait to be called that Miss. McCoy will see him very shortly.
The door opens up repeatedly over the next few hours and he watches as the men ahead of him are called into the room, his heart races with fear as he watches them leave after only a short time in there with the dark haired woman until finally the large wooden door opens and the pretty dark haired woman calls out Jared’s name and number. Jared swallows hard and thinks about how he’s so not a gay bondage kink fetish model as he goes over and shakes her hand, giving her the biggest gleaming smile and innocent eyes before following her into the room.
They step inside and she shuts the door behind them. She turns to Jared who is standing behind her looking nervous and expectant at the same time. She smiles at him and extends her hand. “Hi Jared, I’m Sandy McCoy.” She shakes his hand firmly and tosses her long dark hair off her neck exposing a thin blue leather collar that matches her navy skirt suit completely. Her broad smile puts Jared at ease almost immediately and he smiles back at her. “Nice to meet you Ms. McCoy.” He says letting go of her well manicured hand.
“Have a seat Jared, and call me Sandy.” She says walking behind the large wooden desk and sitting down in the black leather chair. She opens up the file folder containing Jared’s forms and photos. Her red painted fingernails flipping through the pictures and then looking up at Jared cocking an eyebrow. “These are not recent are they?” She asks. “No ma’am.” Jared says embarrassed. “I don’t have any recent pictures. Those are head shots from a few years ago when I was going on acting auditions.” He ducks his head and fumbles with his hands.
She looks back down pushing the pictures off to the side and looks over his application forms. “Do you have an identity crisis Mr. Padalecki?” She says with a stern tone looking right at him. Jared thinks she looks and sounds like a teacher and he sits up in his seat looking straight at her. “No ma’am.” He says confused at the question. “Seems you wrote several orientations under the Sexual Orientation question, I’m just wondering if you weren’t sure of yourself.” Jared flushes red. “No Ma’am, I’m positive I’m gay.” He feels heat rush over him and he starts to sweat a little under the interrogation.
She runs her eyes over the page making a stern looking face. “No modeling experience?” She questions not looking up from the page. “No, just the head shots for auditions.” Jared straightens up feeling like he’s slouching again.
“So you’re an actor.” She says pushing the papers off to the side before crossing her arms over the desk and leaning on them while looking Jared up and down. “Tried to be, but it just didn’t seem to work out for me.” He says rubbing his sweating palms on his legs.
“I’m not going to beat around the bush Jared.” She says standing up. “We really want an experienced model for this role.” Jared feels a rush of relief spread through his body because now he knows no matter what he says, she’s not hiring him for this job. She steps from behind the desk and sits on the edge in front of him, her black patent very high heels shining in the low light of the room as she crosses her legs. “What kind of acting have you done?” She says pulling the form back over and laying it on her lap.
“I did a commercial for genital herpes medication about two years ago. Maybe you’ve seen it, they still show it.” He clears his throat and stands up resting his arm on the back of the chair. “I have Genital Herpes and I don’t let it hold me back. I have very few outbreaks because I use Herpenex. You can keep living your life too with the help of Herpenex.” He smiles widely all of his teeth showing as he breaks the scene. Sandy starts laughing. “I don’t believe I’ve seen that one, but I’ll take your word for it. Now have you ever done any partial or full nude photos or just your head shots?”
“Umm.” Jared stammers and looks very confused. “No, I wasn’t looking for that kind of work.” He says swallowing hard.
“That kind of work?” Sandy says looking a bit taken back. “Mr. Padalecki, I’m not sure if you realize what you are interviewing for, do you know what you are interviewing for?” Her voice darker and more stern.
“Bondage Catalog Modeling.” Jared says timidly.
“We are the cream of the crop of Fetish catalogs. Here at Bound we offer the highest quality fetish sex apparel and accessories along with fucking machine’s and torture devices. If it’s considered a fetish or kink dealing with BDSM or Domination-Submission we offer our customers items for it.” She stands up and moves into Jared’s space. She is small in stature and is only chest high to Jared but she seems 100 feet tall at this very moment as she is commanding Jared’s respect for the company. “All of our Models are professional and most live the lifestyle of BDSM and or Dom-Sub. We pride ourselves in being a leader in the community.” She never takes her eyes from Jared’s gaze. She watches his throat as he swallows hard. She steps back and fixes her suit coat before sitting back down on the edge of the desk again. She clears her throat. “Here at Bound we pride ourselves in offering our customers pretty models who respect their desires by acting out the fetish in the fetish apparel styles and accessories.”
Jared feels his heart racing with fear and excitement at her demeanor. “I assure you I have the utmost respect for the company and if hired will perform at my peak performance.” He can hear the words flowing from his mouth but he can’t stop himself from saying them. He doesn’t want this job; he doesn’t want to be a kinky model selling things to fetish communities. He closes his eyes composting himself.
“Well then.” She says standing up and picking up his head shots from the desk. “These won’t do.” She throws them back down on the desk. “You’re older, buffer, and harder looking than in these. We need to know if you photograph as well now as you did then.” She touches Jared’s face running her thumb over his jaw line before leaning over and taking a card from the desk and handing to him. “Go here now, I’ll call and let them know your coming. We’ll pay for the photos and if we like what we see, you’ll be considered for the job.”
Jared stares at the card, he can’t say anything. His mouth is dry and he feels both flattered and worried at the same time. He just looks at the card and then up at Sandy.
“Now go and we’ll call you when we get the photos.” She walks around her desk and picks up the phone as Jared walks out the door still feeling dazed.
When he arrives at the address on the card he’s a bit shocked at the fact that it’s a huge warehouse in the shipping district. He sits in the car for a few minutes just staring at the building with its faded lettering of the advertisement painted on the side and contemplates just driving away as a depantsing couldn’t be as embarrassing as this might get.
Before he knows what’s happening he’s opening the heavy metal door marked Entrance. There is a small desk with a woman sitting at it filing her nails, her bleached blond hair pulled into a tight knot on the back of her head and the red lipstick blushed lips move as she’s loudly chomping on chewing gum.
He steps up to the desk and she looks up. “Yeah?” Is all she says as she files her long pink fingernails, the chewing gum snapping and popping inside her mouth.
“Um, I’m Jared Padalecki, I’m here for new head shots for Sandy McCoy.” He says laying the business card on her desk. She flutters her long fake lashes as she’s rolling her eyes at him and making an exasperated sigh before laying down her nail file and picking up the black phone on the desk. “Yeah a Jared Padliky is here for Tom.” She says. “It’s Pada-lecki.” He says and she just snaps her gum and looks at him with a bored expression. “Yeah, okay, I’ll send him.” She says hanging up the phone and handing Jared the business card back before picking up the nail file. “Go through those doors, down the hall to the end and it’s the last room on the left.” She starts to file her fingernails again.
“Umm thanks.” Jared says quietly as he cautiously opens the door and starts down the very dank and industrial looking hallway. He stops at the last door on the left and takes a very deep breath before turning the doorknob.
As the door swings open the sound of the camera shutter clicking fills the air. He steps inside to find a huge space with a red sofa in the center of the room, a naked woman perched across it in a seductive pose, her red lips matching the sofa color. The dirty white tiled floor dingy in the bright lights as they light the scene. He looks at the woman unabashedly stretched out, her milky skin a long lean line against the red velvet and then he spies the black collar around her neck with the large silver ring in the center resting just over the hollow at the base of her neck, shining as she moves in the light.
He moves quietly into the room and leans against the wall watching the woman move seductively for the camera, the photographer not giving her any direction but moving around the sofa clicking the shutter at her.
He stops and pulls the camera away holding it out as a woman runs over from behind the lights and takes it running back out of sight again. The woman stands up and a young man runs over and places a silken black robe over her body before she walks quietly off set. The photographer looks over and sees Jared standing against the wall inside the door and motions him over.
“Jared?” He questions.
“Yes sir.” He says stepping closer noticing the height of the man, nearly his height but just short of an inch or so and the bluest eyes he has ever seen. The man smiles at him with a warm grin as he holds out his hand. “I’m Tom, nice to meet you.” He says looking Jared over like he’s examining his entire being. “So these are for Sandy?” He says touching Jared’s face turning it from side to side his blue eyes squinting as he tilts his head in strange angles. “Yes, she said I needed new head shots to see how well I photograph now.” Tom runs his hands down Jared’s body feeling the length of muscle along his flanks to his hips and then down to his thighs. “Hummm, she said head shots, did she?” He smiles even brighter as he moves back up Jared’s body gauging the reaction to his touches. “Yes sir.” Jared says swallowing thickly as he watches Tom’s expression as he roams his body.
Tom pulls away and turns to look off set ignoring Jared now. “Camera, and change those lights to a different hue, dimmer less white.” He calls off stage and Jared can hear scurrying in the background.
When the woman who took his camera runs over and hands Tom another camera he takes it and steps back from Jared snapping a quick shot without warning. Jared blinks and feels a bit disconcerted. “Don’t you want me somewhere or to pose for you?” Tom laughs at him and holds the camera up again as the lights are dimmed and shifted to a new position. “You are my canvas Jared, I take the shots I think best describe you. You don’t get a say in my artistry, now move over to the window and keep your mouth shut.” He says with authority and Jared feels the need to obey.
He leans against the large metal framed window with its very thick bottle glass squares, the sun making them glow behind him framing his silhouette.
Tom moves around him shooting what seems like random shots as Jared looks around feeling like he’s under a microscope and he’s just trying to ignore his observer.
“Damn it Jared, look natural. Think about something that makes you horny and act it out in your head.” Tom says with disgust in his voice. Jared’s eyes get big and he feels heat flood his face as he shifts his stance uncomfortably while clearing his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the thick swallow of saliva that rushed into his mouth.
“That’s it Jared, give me something to work with.” Tom says with a dark enthusiasm.
He tries to do what Tom says and thinks about maybe Tom being undressed while he takes his picture. All that long lean muscle flexing with each movement as he moves about commanding Jared’s will to be sexy or beautiful or what ever the fuck he really wanted from him. His eyes go dark with a lustful glow and he bites his lower lip pulling it between his teeth as his breath quickens with the thought of Tom commanding him to be sexy. Jared turns his head to look at the glass the sun catching his face just right and Tom hisses out a pleased sound before he drops the camera to his side and takes in a deep breath.
“Now, strip down and move over to the doorway over there.” He says with a very commanding tone.
Jared shakes his head with disbelief. “Strip down?” He asks with concern. “I thought these were going to be head shots.”
“They are and we need both heads in some of them.” Tom says very uninterestedly as he’s commanding another camera from his crew.
“I don’t think I can do that.” Jared says timidly.
“You can’t?!” Tom asks his voice dark and husky.
“I.” Jared stammers. “Never have done nudes, not ever.” He says shyly looking down at the ground.
“Well if you’re going to work with Sandy at Bound you’re going to have to learn how to do them boy.” Tom’s demeanor changes to almost gruff, his voice darker and sterner as his once warm and inviting smile turns into something almost sinister behind those blue eyes.
“Do I have to be completely nude?” He says opening his shirt. “Can I just be in my boxers? They are tight boxer briefs.” He almost begs.
“Strip down to your underwear boy and let me see what I have to work with.” Tom shifts his stance as he closes in on Jared his walk a commanding swagger. Jared pulls his clothes off, each length of long muscle exposed as he sheds them down to his white cotton boxer briefs. “Hummmm.” Tom says looking him up and down before walking over and sliding his fingers over Jared’s sheathed cock. “It will do for now.” He says his eyes turning the darkest blue Jared has ever seen, his lips flushed red as he grins evilly at him.
He lifts the camera and begins shooting pictures, tiny approving grunts coming from his throat as he moves about snapping picture after picture of Jared. Jared likes the noises, his body responding to his earlier fantasy as his cock hardens in his underwear and Tom takes notice. ‘Take them off, now.” He commands and Jared feels his resolve fade away with the sound of his voice.
Standing there exposed, his most intimate parts naked and being photographed Jared can’t help but be a bit turned on by it all. His cock is half hard and he isn’t trying to hide it from Tom as a matter of fact, it’s hard, for Tom.
Tom shoots the last of the shots, his body moving quickly around Jared capturing his build as it’s stretched to its full length along the doorway frame. He loves that Jared has started to move for him, to pose that long body in seductive ways that capture every line of every muscle he has. He leans in tight on Jared’s thighs capturing his hard on, the long semi hard length still pulling downward against his thick thigh, the head glistening with a tiny drop of precum and he takes the picture.
“Okay, that’s it Jared.” He says turning his back to him as he walks away handing the camera off to a waiting assistant. “Get dressed. I’ll send these over to Sandy ASAP.”
Jared gathers his clothes off the floor and quickly puts them on. He feels like a teenager who has just been caught screwing in the basement of his lover’s parents house and has been told to go home. There is a twinge of shame in his gut as he pulls on his jeans and shoes forgetting his socks in the rush. He’s buttoning up his shirt as he’s heading to the door before turning around to look at Tom. “So how long is ASAP?” He asks quietly. Tom turns to him and smiles warmly. “They’ll be there by this evening. I’d expect a call from her if I were you. You’re kinda what she’s looking for.” He smiles again only darker this time. Jared turns and leaves letting the door slam shut behind him.
He’s not even back to his apartment when his cell rings and he sees its Bound Magazine so he answers knowing its Sandy.
“Hello?”
“Hello Jared, its Sandy here, I just received your photos from Tom and I’d like you to come in later today.” Her voice is expectant and pleasant.
“About what time would you want me to come in, because I didn’t ask for the day off and I’d have to call my boss and set something up with another bartender?” He’s not even sure if he wants to go back in, because if Tom was right she is going to try and hire him and he really just doesn’t want to deal with that.
“How would 4 be for you?” She asks hesitantly.
“Uhhhh, four sounds good, I’ll just call my boss and change a few things and it’ll be good.” He says feeling like banging his head on the steering wheel with frustration at the fact that he is even agreeing to this meeting.
“Great, my office at four and don’t eat, we’ll have food brought in.” She is exuding excitement and Jared can almost see her wide smile over the phone.
“Okay, see you then.” He closes his phone as he pulls into his parking space outside of his apartment building. He shuts off the car and has a mini melt down. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. What the fuck is wrong with me?! How could I agree to the meeting? I’m not a kinky fetish model, hell I’m not even into that shit.
He’s sitting at the kitchen table with a ham sandwich and his cell phone. He knows he has to call Chad and tell him he’ll be late coming in tonight but he doesn’t want to tell him why. He stares at Chad’s number as he takes a bite of the sandwich and hits the call button.
“Chad’s Place.” Chad says very businesslike.
“Hey Chad, its Jared.” He says with his mouth full of sandwich.
“Jare bear.” Chad chimes. “What’s the dealio buddy? You went on that cattle call today didn’t you?” He questions with a dark amusement.
“Uh, yeah, I went to it.” Jared stammers as his cheeks heat up and he wonders why he is embarrassed when he’s only on the phone with Chad.
“Cool dude. Bring the number and the rejection in tonight, I’m gonna put them up on the Wall of Shame baby. It’s about time we got you up there, hell we got Sophie up there when she won the wet T-shirt contest, it’s your turn now baby.” He laughs uncontrollably at the idea of Jared having to face the shame wall.
“Yeah, that’s really what I want to talk to you about.” Jared’s voice deepens as he gets a bit more confident, feeling annoyed at the idea that he wouldn’t actually be good enough. “I’ll be late coming in tonight, I have a call back for Bound today at 4 and.” He sits up in his seat and clears his throat sounding so very commanding and confident that he’s not sure what has come over him. “I’m going back for it.”
“Dude!” Chad yells into the phone. “That’s Amazing!” He keeps his voice raised as he yells out into the bar room. “Our little Jared has a modeling Job, doing bondage Porn!”
The sounds of clapping and catcalling sound through the phone and Jared groans. “Well, thanks a lot Chad, I guess when I come in tonight I’ll never hear the end of it, from everyone.” He grunts. “See you around 7.” He says shutting the phone as he hears Chad start to say something but ignores him completely.
He can’t keep his leg from jumping nervously as he sits in the waiting room outside of Sandy’s office. He fidgets with the hem of his shirt as he watches the dark wooden door behind the secretaries desk and he thinks about just leaving, getting up and walking out without even declining the job but he feels after all that Sandy had done with the photo shoot and all he owes her at least a face to face decline of the offer.
The door opens and Sandy steps out smiling widely at Jared and waving him in.
Inside she leads him to a small leather sofa with an occasional table covered in finger foods. “Have a bite, it’s all amazing, and our caterer is top notch.” She says opening a liquor cabinet on the other side of the room. “Drink?” Her hand moves over several crystal bottles with colorful metal stoppers.
“Umm, thanks, maybe just a beer if you have it.” He says sitting down feeling very uncomfortable but the smell of the dim sum is calling his name and he takes a small china plate and puts several on it.
“What type?” Sandy says opening the small refrigerator under the liquor shelf. “We have domestic, foreign, micro brew, flavored, light and lager.”
“Lager.” He says taking an entire dumpling in his mouth.
She sets the beer down in front of him and sits down next to him taking a plate and forking some chicken pieces covered in a white sauce onto it before she sits back and starts to eat. Jared leans back so as not to look too obvious about being nervous.
“So Jared, Tom was very pleased with your performance. He actually sent me a little email with the photos and he never does that.” She says taking another bite of her food.
“Really?” Jared says swallowing with surprise. “Never?”
“No, never. He was very impressed. Would you like to know what he said?” She leans forward and takes a sheet of paper from the table next to her.
“Sure.” Jared says putting the dumpling into his mouth.
Jared was a professional Sub all the way. He modeled naturally and even followed my directions with no protest, even got an erection and allowed me to photograph it unabashedly. Photos enclosed. Tom
“Your photos were beautiful Jared.” Sandy says handing him the print out of the note.
Jared looks at her with confusion. “Why did he call me a professional sub?”
“Because you are a sub Jared, you have a classic submissive personality.” Her eyes drift down as she puts a finger under her thin leather collar around her neck before she looks back up with confidence at him.
“I never thought of myself as a submissive personality.” He says getting a bit defensive.
“Jared you are. We sent you to Tom because he’s a dominate. He photographs all of our Subs for us. He’s telling me what a wonderful sub you were for him and that you were professional, because we are looking for a new Sub for our Dom for the fall catalog.”
He shifts uncomfortably in his seat before taking a long swallow from his beer bottle. “I’m not sure if I want this job Sandy. I didn’t want to just decline without hearing you out first but.” He takes another drink from the bottle. “I just don’t think this is my thing.”
“Okay Jared I can see your hesitation and I understand. You’ve never done any modeling and you don’t see yourself as a submissive especially one who would be modeling fetish bdsm gear. I get that, but let me just show you a number here and if you don’t like it and it doesn’t make you change your mind, you can walk out the door knowing that you made the right decision.” She writes something on the napkin she’s holding and folds it before handing it to Jared.
He looks apprehensively at the napkin his mouth dry and he’s not sure if he wants to open it but he does. He looks at the number; the very large number scrawled across it and looks up at her with surprise. “Are you sure there is no sex involved with a number of this size?” He questions his heart nervously racing at the thought of it.
She laughs. “This job has absolutely no sex involved what so ever. That is the number for a three shot deal and if you and the Dom get along and work well together, we will offer you more shoots and a contract with an even better number. This business makes the money Jared and we want only the best eye candy we can offer our customers.” She smiles at him tapping her pink acrylic fingernails on her knee.
“I want to tell you that I want to think about it.” He says looking back down at the number on the soft cotton napkin. “But honestly for this number and no sex is involved, I think I can live with being showcased as a Submissive for three photos in the catalog.” He worries the napkin between his fingers as he finishes his beer.
“Wonderful.” Sandy says clasping her hands together before getting up and taking some papers off of her desk.
She shows Jared the wavier and the legalities of the three photo shoots, she explains their policies with him, and has him sign on all the dotted lines while initialing in all the right places. When Jared is done they have spent an entire hour on just the paperwork so that he can even be photographed let alone put into the circulation for public consumption.
“Okay, now that this is all out of the way” She puts the papers inside of a file with his name marked on it and writes something down on a note pad. “Go to this address tomorrow at 9am and don’t be late, they’ll be expecting you.”
He takes the paper and puts it in his jeans pocket before shaking her hand. “I won’t be late, I promise.”
“Better not be.” She says smiling. “Now if you have any problems you have my number, call me and I’ll make sure it’s taken care of. I know your going to like your Dominate, he’s been with us for a few years and is very professional.”
“Thanks Sandy.” He says as he walks out the door.
The bar is full when he arrives and Chad must have been looking for him because when he walks in the whole bar has handcuffs they are swinging around or duct tape over their mouths and Chad has Sophie on the bar top with her hands tied behind her back, ankles in shackles and he’s holding a paddle smacking his hand with it. Jared takes a bow as they cat call at him raising their beers and making rude gestures to him with the bottles. He steps behind the bar and takes the paddle from Chad, holds it up in the air and brings it down on Chad’s ass with a loud hard smack. “Take that Asshole!” He says as Chad flinches at the stinging sensation and Jared holds his hands up high bowing to his audience. “Now that you have all seen me in action you can resume your drinking and I can serve them to you in peace!” He calls out over the crowd who just laughs at him and settles down a bit.
Jared calls Chad into the back and explains to him that he needs to have the next day off and that he has to go home before closing tonight because of his commitment with Bound. Chad bitches and Jared reminds him that he wouldn’t have this job if he hadn’t forced him into it. Chad concedes and gives him the rest of the week off with vacation pay since he only has to do three shoots but tells him to keep him informed of the situation. “Cause Dude, you in leather being all BDSM.. so got know about that.” Chad laughs.
Sleeping isn’t even an option as the 6am alarm goes off and Jared grumbles at the piercing sound. His mind has been racing all night with the thought of what might be waiting for him when he arrives at the studio today. He thinks he’s played out every scenario he could possibly imagine they might put him in. When he was leaving Sandy’s office the day before he asked the secretary for a catalog on his way out so that he could check out what he was going to be modeling. He wasn’t too sure of some of the items but the scarier looking ones weren’t on any human models, so that made him happy.
He stared at himself in the mirror as he lathered his face up with shaving cream. He looked deep into his own eyes and wondered how Sandy and Tom had seen him as a Submissive, was there something in his eyes, was it his demeanor or did he just exude a lack of authority to them. Did everyone see him like they seemed too? He just didn’t know what to make of it and wasn’t sure how to change it or if he even wanted to.
He sipped at a cup of coffee but his nerves were too on edge to even enjoy it. He grabbed his keys as he headed out the door.
The freeway was packed this morning and traffic was moving at a snails pace. He watched the sun making hazy pink and blue hues over the city as he crawled over the bridge high above the industry district.
He pulls into the parking lot of the large industrial building from the address Sandy had given him.
When he enters the building he’s shocked at how industrial it still is. The large room inside still has machinery along the walls, it’s dark with just high hanging florescent lights, the windows are cracked and yellow with dirt and he can’t help but stare in amazement at it.
A tall woman walks over to him. “May I help you?” She asks her red lipstick laden lips curled into a pleasant smile. “Yeah, I’m Jared Padalecki.” She smiles at him. “Oh, Mr. Padalecki.” She says with such an excited cheery voice he was a bit shocked. “I’m Sherry, Mike’s assistant. Here come with me, I’ll introduce you to the others.” She says leading him across the room.
She pulls him to a small room in the back of the larger area, it’s set up as what looks like a make-up and changing station. There are two other people already in the room, one in a barber chair and the other applying make-up to him.
They walk in with Sherry leading him over to the barber chair to introduce him. The man in the chair opens his eyes and looks over at Jared with an inquisitive face.
“This is Jared, the new Sub.” She says with a cheery voice her hand rubbing Jared’s bicep. “Jared, this is Jensen, he’ll be your partner for the shoot, he’s a great Dom.” She says blushing. Jared puts his hand out to Jensen who snakes his out from under the long bib over his chest and lap and takes it grasping it firmly to shake it. “Nice to meet you Jared.” He says in a low gravely voice, a thin smile across a perfect red mouth. “Nice to meet you too.” Jared says nervously pulling his hand away slowly, letting the heat of Jensen’s smooth skin linger a bit longer than necessary. “And this is one of our great effects techs, Lana.” He shakes her hand too and she smiles warmly at him. “Hi Jared, nice to meet you.”
Sherry sets Jared down in the chair and excuses herself. “Now you wait here, I’ll send Genevieve over to get you set up sweetie.” She says as she disappears out of the room.
Jared sits quietly looking in the mirror at his expression hoping no one else notices his extreme nervousness. He watches Jensen in the mirror as Lana applies a thin dark liner to his eyebrows her hands stretching the porcelain colored skin painted with tiny freckles and Jensen looks so relaxed. He watches as she then pulls out an air brush and quickly covers his face, neck and chest in a bronze colored make-up. He marvels at his fine features and soft perfect mouth, it looks so kissable.
“Hi Jared.” A voice says from behind him and he looks in the mirror at a dark haired woman with an infectiously large smile staring at him as she touches his shoulders. “I’m Gen, I’ll be doing your primping today.” Jared smiles back at her. “Hi Gen.” He says sitting up in the chair. “My, Jared, you’re quite the tall one aren’t you.” She says letting the chair down as far as it will go and still having him at chin height. They laugh and he slouches down. Jared sees Jensen open an eye and look over at him in the mirror quirking up one corner of his mouth into a smile.
Jensen watches Jared as he interacts with Genevieve. He takes in his features, the way his mouth spreads wide when he laughs, how his eyes twinkle when something catches his amusement and the fact that he is so damned tall and lean. Jensen swallows at the thought of seeing Jared in the gear they are going to put him in today, because damn, all that lean long muscle bound up in a leather torso harness is going to be spectacular.
Jensen is called out for his costume dressing and he gives one last look at Jared as he walks through the doorway.
A short balding man walks in and tells Jared he’s ready to rig him up when he’s finished with Gen. Jared gets nervous again; he hears the word rig and wonders what’s going to happen in the scenes today. Gen smiles and brushes on the last of the rose colored blush to give him that fresh faced youthful look. “Done.” She says spinning the chair around. “Gorgeous, if I do say so myself.”
Gen calls down the hall and the man returns with a leather harness. “Okay Jared, strip down and let me rig you up in this harness.”
Jared slowly takes off all of his clothes. He looks the harness over and thinks about being totally naked with Jensen and feels fear rush over his body. He takes off his boxer briefs and stands there naked to the world with his nerves on edge waiting for the feel of the leather to be placed around him.
The man makes Jared bend down to slip the harness over his upper body fixing the straps across his back. Jared listens to the rustling of the leather as its clasped into place with the buckles, the tightness making his skin prickle a bit and he thinks he likes the feeling of being snug inside the leather straps. The man moves to the front and adds the leather cock ring to the front of the harness. The long cock leash leading from the large O ring at his chest trails down his belly and ends at his cock. The man looks up at Jared expectantly. “Didn’t anyone tell you to get it hard so I could put the cock ring on?” He asks. Jared’s face flushes with heat and he stammers. “Umm, no.” The man rolls his eye and storms out of the room grumbling something about needing a fluffer.
Jensen comes in the room and stops dead in his tracks at the sight of Jared trussed up in the harness, his bare ass all firm and perfectly round accented by the low band of the waist strap.
Jared hears someone come up behind him and he turns to see who it is. He’s shocked to see Jensen standing there staring at him and he suddenly feels very self-conscious. He clears his throat in embarrassment. “Guy went off to find some fluffer.” He says his voice timid. Jensen starts to laugh. “You mean to get a fluffer.” He says stepping closer to Jared. “What’s a fluffer?” Jared says trying to step behind the chair to hide his nakedness from him. “A fluffer is someone who will make you hard by either jacking you off or sucking you until you’re hard. They use them to keep us hard or get us there if we can’t get there on our own.” Jared’s eyes go wide. “You mean he’s getting someone to get me hard?” His face stunned and embarrassed at the same time. “I..I.. can’t let someone I don’t know do that to me.” He says his voice shaking.
Jensen looks around and leans in and whispers in Jared’s ear. “Have you tried jacking off?” His breath is hot on Jared’s ear.
“No.” Jared says frowning.
“Try it.” Jensen says. “I’ll go over there and watch at the door so that no one sees.” He smiles and walks over to the doorway.
Jared turns his back to Jensen and takes his cock in hand as he watches Jensen in the mirror and begins to stroke softly up and down his dry shaft. He feels a stirring of heat in his belly as he watches Jensen in his costume, the black latex uniform shirt and latex black motorcycle style chaps, his ass hanging out between the legs of the chaps and he feels himself get so hard he might cum. He lets go of his cock and coughs nervously.
Jensen turns around. “Are you hard?”
“Yup. But I hope I can keep it until this leather cock ring gets put on.” He says frowning looking at the small strap not sure how to put it around himself. Jensen walks over quickly and takes Jared’s hard member in his hand squeezes it, pulling his balls up with his thumb and with his other hand clasps the cock ring into place before sliding his hand down Jared’s hard shaft letting his thumb catch the tiny pearl of precum. Jared shivers under his commanding touch his hands clenched into tight fists to hold back his orgasm and feels intense relief when the cock ring stifles the urgent need to cum.
“Thanks.” Jared says with relief as the shorter man comes in with a young man who is sucking on a lollipop.
“Took care of it I see.” He says seeing the cock ring in place. Jared blushes. “Yeah.” He says glancing over at Jensen who is licking the precum off of the end of his thumb and Jared knows that he’s tasting him. His heart starts to race with excitement at the sight.
They are taken out to the set which consists of a stockade looking set up. Jensen is pulled aside and his cod piece is removed so that he is completely exposed both front and back. He’s handed a whip like implement before he walks over to the setup. Jared watches him as he walks over, all of his glory hanging out and his mouth goes dry. He watches as Jensen’s face changes from pretty and soft to set and semi hard. The soft green glimmer of his eyes goes slightly harsh and he moves the whip through the air with a commanding presence. Jared knows he’s putting on his game face but yet it sends a shiver of excitement through him.
A tall bald man comes out from the back, a camera in hand and he walks up to them. “Hey Jen.” He says a wide smile on his face. “See the junk is still in good condition after Saturday night.” He winks slyly and Jared thinks he actually sees Jensen blush behind his game face. The man turns and faces Jared extending his hand. “Hi Jared, I’m Mike. I’ll be your photographer today.” Jared shakes his hand in return. “Nice to meet you.” He says gauging the comradery between him and Jensen.
Mike tells Jensen and Jared that he wants them to do a basic stockade scene where Jared is in the stocks and Jensen is flogging him on the ass for the first few shots. Jared furrows his brow as he looks at the stockade, its low to the ground and very confining. He looks over at Jensen and swallows hard. “Is that whip thing going to hurt?” he says with caution. Jensen looks back at him and smiles. “Floggers rarely hurt, they sting a bit but it’s not really a torture device Jared. You have to just trust me not to hurt you or do anything that would be out of your comfort zone and if I do go outside of it, just say stop.” Jared smiles shyly a deep blush rushing into his cheeks his hard cock straining against the cock ring and he is surprised at his interest in what Jensen is about to do to him or maybe it’s just that he feels so very safe in those green eyes. “Okay, I can handle that.” He says looking straight into Jensen’s warm yet commanding gaze.
Jared kneels down, his tall body feeling almost bent in half as he puts his neck into the head rest and lays his hands into their designated spots on either side of his head. The rigging guy closes the top down and locks him into the stockade device.
Jensen’s gaze never leaves Jared’s long beautiful body as he’s locked down into the device, stretched out from neck to feet, on his knees, his wrists bound next to his head and Jensen quivers at the sight of all of that skin and muscle waiting for him to dominate it.
Mike smiles at the scene as he gauges it through his camera for lighting and scope. He calls to have the light adjusted before yelling “Perfect. You know what I like Jen. Action.”
Jared’s body goes prickly as he waits for the sting of the flogger across his bare ass but he only feels a soft caress of leather down his back, the thin strips tingle his skin sending more need to his already painful cock. He’s been restrained for almost 15minutes and his cock is already aching with the need to release.
Jensen moves to stand in front of Jared, his cock is at eye level with him and he wonders how wonderful it would feel to lick up the black latex chap covering Jensen’s firm thigh to his semi hard cock and a shudder runs through him.
Moving behind Jared again Jensen runs the thin strands of the flogger over his ass watching the goose bumps form over each cheek as they clench with the touch. He smiles a devious smile for the camera before raising the whip high and bringing it down hard over Jared’s wanton ass. Jared jumps his skin stinging furiously with the contact. He moans out a quiet noise half whimper half pleasure and Jensen knows he’s enjoying this. He runs the flogger over his back making lazy circles over the now over sensitized skin and Jared arches as best he can straining to get more touch, more feeling from the implement.
Jensen puts his thigh between Jared’s legs nudging his knee into his ass pushing at the firm orbs spreading his cheeks just a little bit to expose the pink tender flesh between before running the flogger over it and when he feels Jared push into him he brings the flogger down over the tender exposed flesh making Jared groan and bite his lower lip. He watches as Jared’s skin flushes pink beneath the golden tan and he smiles down at him.
Straddling Jared’s back like he’s a horse waiting to be mounted he leans over the stockade and puts his mouth next to Jared’s ear and whispers. “So pretty for me, all needy and broken like this.” He rubs his bare ass over Jared’s pushed out cheeks letting his balls graze over the cleft sending need up Jared’s spine and then back down to his cock again.
Jensen moves behind Jared again and rubs his hand over his ass as if marking a spot for the next hit and then brings the flogger over the area with a loud whoosh and crack. The crack sending sparks of pain and pleasure up Jared’s spine, he hisses, then moans, moving his ass in a soothing circle begging for more.
Mike drops his camera to his side and calls “Cut!”
Jensen moves away from Jared, his cock is hard now and he’s more than turned on by the way Jared took it his first time and he’s so impressed with what a wonderful sub he has turned out to be. He thinks about how needy Jared’s cock is, purple and hanging between his thighs swollen and throbbing not even able to drip precum from the cock ring. He wants to take him back to the dressing room and take care of that for him, please him for being such a good Sub for him.
Jim the rig guy comes in and lets Jared free helping him to stand up as he’s been on his knees in an immobile state for almost an hour and Jared is weak and sweating. He cracks his back and leans against the wall. His cock is hanging heavy and causing him pain. He wants to release it because he feels like he could cum with volcanic spurts.
“That was amazing guys.” Mike says loading his camera. “Jen we’re done with you, you can go change. Jared, we need some body shots for the catalog to sell the harness. We need long shots of it.” Jared frowns knowing that he isn’t going to be able get any release for awhile yet.
“Go over to that wall and spread your legs like you’re being searched by a cop and then just take it from there. Tom told me you have great instincts with the camera and I believe it from the way you mugged it up even in the stocks.”
Jared leans on the wall pushing his ass out and then moving to stand chest pressed to the wall his hard cock rubbing painfully against the stucco grain.
Jensen watches Jared modeling in the most sensual solo poses he has ever seen, then again he has never seen any model so long and lean and fucking hot as Jared is. His cock is completely hard now as he fantasizes about sucking Jared letting his stifled cum flow forcefully into his mouth and he touches himself with the thoughts. His hand working hard and fast over his cock, stroking long full pulls up and down over the hard shaft until he reaches climax and shoots hot over his hand. His breath fast and hard, catching in his throat with the intense pleasure of his orgasm.
“Okay Jared, thanks. You were such a pro today. Now get outta hear and get changed.” Mike says and Jared breaths a loud sigh and asks where the restroom is almost in a panic to release the cock ring and cum.
He steps into the dressing room and is quickly pulled inside the door as it is being slammed behind him and then he is shoved up against the hard wood of it. When he focuses he sees Jensen, his arm is pressed over Jared’s chest holding him down against the door with a look of animal lust on his face and Jared doesn’t know whether to be excited or frightened by it. Jensen drops to his knees without saying a word and puts his mouth over Jared’s intensely hard and extremely over sensitized cock laving at the slit with his tongue sending Jared into spasms of pain and almost unbearable pleasure. He holds Jared tight to the door with a hand on his hip as Jared tries to buck frantically at the way his mouth is touching him, Jensen puts his other hand down under Jared’s balls to release the snap on the cock ring.
Jared gasps at the feeling under his balls as Jensen with his hot mouth encased around his swollen head releases the cock ring letting the blood and precum flow heavy into his member.
Jensen tastes the musky precum first as it rushes forward over his tongue, the slippery liquid making a streak to the back of his throat and then he feels Jared’s hands on the back of his head holding him still as he floods Jensen’s mouth and throat with hot spurts of salty bitter cum. Jensen takes Jared’s massive cock as far as he can into the back of his throat and swallows each bitter drop, the sounds Jared is making as he cums ring like sweet music in his ears. All the deep moans and curse words sound like a symphony of Jensen’s hard work on set.
Jared’s cock goes limp quickly and Jensen lets it slip out of his mouth, he opens his eyes and looks up to see Jared looking down at him with a blissed out look on his face, his body as limp as his dick and Jensen lets go of his hip before standing up. Jared stares at him in wonderment for a second before wiping a small amount of cum from the side of his mouth in a tender gesture of appreciation. Jensen smiles at Jared before walking away from him leaving him fucked out and breathless.
