Page 72 of Milked

I stripped out of my clothes and hung them neatly on the hanging rack provided. Then I stood in front of the camera for him to take his lewd photos. No doubt he jacked off to them and called it fucking art.

After some poses and shots, he stood behind his camera, hand on chin, thinking and looking, his eyes right on my damn dick.

“This won’t do,” he finally said and made his way toward me. He didn’t hesitate for a second to grab my cock and tug on it. I quickly back away, pulling myself out of his grasp.

“Whoa, whoa… I said I would do nudes. I said nothing about you fucking touching me.”

My outburst didn’t even faze him. In fact, he smirked as if he held all the answers and power. No doubt he’d been through this before. Had he done this with Casey?

Fuck that. I didn’t need this job badly enough.

I tried to storm off to grab my clothes, but he pressed a hand to my chest. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“Fucking stop me.”

“If you do not do all that I say and you walk out that door, I will ruin the career of your friend, no? Casey is desperate for work and money, having a poor single mother. Tsk. But he’s so compliant. So good for me. You be so, too, yes? I have images that could destroy his family. Things will go so much better for him if you are good for me. He could be very successful, as can you, if you just do as I wish.”

It wasn’t the first time I’d heard of such things happening. Men and women being used for sex, manipulated, and threatened.

“Don’t worry. It could even be enjoyable for you.”

“Fine,” I gritted. “But that’s all you get to.”

My eyes watered, feeling suddenly powerless. It wasn’t just about me, but he threatened Casey and his mother. I shouldn’t care what happened to him, but I did. He could be an arrogant bastard, but he had a softer side he was willing to show me today, and he needed the fucking money desperately.

When a tear spilled, Marc swiped it with his thumb and sucked off the salty wetness. Fucking pervert.

He fisted my dick again, stroking and stroking, but I wouldn’t get hard.

“Let go of your useless control,” he hissed. “I order you to get hard.”

He walked behind me, stroked me again, and then eased a finger between my crack, grazing it over my hole. I shut my eyes and let him have his way with me. It was for Casey, dammit. I fantasized about anything sexual while desperately trying not to think about Father and Ryder. I didn’t want him to sully my love for them.

“There you go. So beautiful how you give in to me. See how good it feels to give up your control.”

I just nodded to appease him, the tears continuing to spill, but not from helplessness. From fucking anger. The sooner we got this over with, the better.

His finger inserted into my hole, and I clenched around it, fucking hating the intrusion.

“You are mine to do with as I wish from now on.”

I nodded again, but this would never happen again. Ever.

“You are so compliant. So good for me. Just like Casey is. You two are absolutely perfect.”

Once I was hard, he pulled his finger out and let go of my cock as he made his way over to the camera.

“Pose for me. Be professional, yes? And those tears? Chef’s kiss.”

I posed and moved, giving him the best view of my hard cock. As he snapped the images with the camera sitting on the tripod, he had his free hand down his pants, stroking himself.

I started to go flaccid, and he stopped taking pictures. He walked back and stood in front of me. If I assumed he was going to stroke me off again, I was sorely mistaken.

He undid his pants, slid them down around his ankles, and pulled out his cock. “Suck.”

That was fucking it! That was my final line in the sand. His touching me should have been that line, but I was not about to fucking suck him off. Not for this job. Not for Casey.

“Fuck you!” I snapped and walked over to my clothes to get dressed.

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