Bodybuilder Turned Model: Part 1/2

I distinctly remember writing this story and loving how it turned out. I'd seen the reference photo on tumblr, and each subsequent detail flowed onto the screen as I typed. This is just the first part, and I have the second part queued up for Wednesday night. Check out the VIP Discord to see the photo, and for every Voyeur member, head over to my inbox here or on any social media to let me know what you want to see next!

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“Oh thank god, the agency had called saying that their model cancelled, but here you are!”

Turning around, I saw a woman walking in holding a large, rectangular bag and some wooden contraption under her right arm. I knew that I should feel embarrassed right now, but she seemed unfazed by the sight of me standing there in just my underwear. As she nonchalantly started setting up what turned out to be an easel for the stack of canvasses in her bag, everything started to make sense.

She must be an art teacher on campus, and she was holding class in the studio. She must have mistaken me for the model they’d be drawing, but in reality, I was just checking myself out. This studio was right down the hall from the campus gym in the student center, and I occasionally would sneak in here to take pictures in the giant mirror that covers one wall. I’m training for a bodybuilding competition later this month, and as she kept taking sly glances at me, I realized that I had at least one fan.

“The students will be showing up about now, so just step out of those sweatpants and come up here. I have an extra robe somewhere in here that I can let you borrow until we’re ready to begin. It’s there with the cash you’ll get at the end of the session.”

It hadn’t even dawned on me that I could get some cash from this, so obediently, I stepped out of the pants that had been bunched around my feet, and I walked up to her. Even though I posed in here all the time, that last step of taking off my pants completely seemed to escalate the situation. I suddenly felt exposed, and I gratefully took the robe that she held out to me.

As I sat on the stool waiting for the lesson to begin, I watched each student walk into the room, grab a stool from the corner, and start setting up their canvasses. They all were like their professor- none of them even seemed to care about me at all.

“Okay class, today is our final day in our life drawing unit. I’d requested a model with muscles today so that you could really practice with contour and shading, but I didn’t realize how lucky I’d get. So, let’s begin.”

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Professor Rochester:

I could not believe my luck as the model stood up and dropped the robe to the ground. After dealing with skinny art students trying to earn a buck, it felt so satisfying to have a real man standing in front of us. The class seemed to take notice too as they all gazed upon him for the first time. That cheap robe was so good at truly hiding the clothed form underneath, but now it was exposed for all of us.

“Here, let me help you get a good pose that you can stick with for twenty minutes.”

He was an amateur, that much was clear. He’d originally struck a pose with one beefy arm in the air, and I knew that he’d regret that. Grabbing his arm, I lowered it down, wrapping it around his chest. The light was hitting him perfectly now, making his muscular pecs seem even juicier. I knew that the students were watching, but I still couldn’t resist. Tracing a finger along the edge of each pec, I perfectly positioned them to rest right on his arm. As one finger grazed his right nipple, he jumped a bit before relaxing into the position again.

Leaning down, I spread his legs a little wider for no reason other than wanting to feel the smooth skin stretched over those powerful quads. I was already pushing my luck now, so I stepped back and began monitoring my students’ work. Some of them were just using this as a free elective class, but some of them were as enthusiastic as I was today. They were feverishly dragging their charcoal across the page to capture every inch of his form. As I stood at the back discretely taking photos of him whenever he shifted his gaze, I wondered how far I could push it.

“Okay, thank you so much. Students, as the model takes a minute to relax, let’s transition to another canvas for a second pose.”

As the model massaged his tense muscles, I waited to instruct him on what pose to make next.

“Now, go ahead and drop your underwear on the stool behind you.”

Check back here on Wednesday to see what happens next!