Paul Pulls Through. - 6. Chapter 6

Paul Pulls Through.

Chapter Six.

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Paul woke the next morning when Jarrod pulled the covers off, grabbed his feet, and dragged him onto the floor.

"Come on lazy. Time for a shower and breakfast."

The painting was interesting. Paul ended up doing the cutting in, which was all the corners and fiddly bits, while Jarrod used a roller for the large areas.
With the two of them working it took much less time than expected and there was plenty of time for both squash and the movie.
Jarrod was going to a party with Jenny so Paul left for Roklin at five o'clock. He called at the gym on the way and ended up with two hours work, as well as three hours on Sunday afternoon because Mick was away for the weekend.

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Monday was really busy with Infotech in the morning, gym at three, and Jarrod coming as well. They were meeting at the gym so that left a few hours in the afternoon when he could use the computer. Somehow there hadn't been a chance in the last couple of weeks, and he wanted to catch up.
He was curious to look at the CDs from modelling too. There were three of them now, that he hadn't seen. He arrived just after half past twelve which meant he had two hours. He carefully bolted the door and booted the computer. First of all he had a look at the CDs. That was weird, seeing himself filling the screen, and the pictures looked extra clear. The van guy said they weren't even high-res either.
He put them on slide show view and clicked quickly through. God, look at those thong ones. They were rude.
How many pictures were there? He checked and found there were 370 on the CD he was using at the moment.
Nearly half an hour gone. Time for Gaycheck.

www.gaycheck.com.au. The screen flickered and the two smiling guys in each other's arms appeared. Paul glanced at the section below where any specials or new features were promoted and his eyes nearly fell out.
It was him.
In the loose blue shorts.

"Meet Gymboy, our popular new Aussie model."

"Inside, everything finally revealed in gallery three. Complete bio, pics and member's comments."

This couldn't be. Paul clicked the member's box.

Runnerboy9.

He was in.

Which section?

Models? It must be.

He clicked again and a long sub-menu appeared.

Gymboy. There he was, right at the top, the most recent model.

Paul clicked on Gymboy.

The new page loaded quickly, another picture of him appeared, full-screen and in the loose blue shorts again. The usual set up for models was there, with a section for galleries, a profile section and at the bottom a section for member's comments. He looked through the four galleries of Gymboy photos. The fourth gallery was from last Tuesday and there were thirty pictures, all nude.
The profile page was a pack of lies. They'd used a picture of him wearing the blue speedos from the second session, with a beach scene added in the background.
His age wasn't eighteen, that wouldn't be till next year, but he'd lied about that himself. His weight wasn't right though it was reasonably close.
Hobbies. Surfing, gym, running, partying and music.
Surfing? He'd only been to the ocean beaches a couple of times with the foster family. The partying was wrong too.
For education it said he was at university and doing first-year of a business course.
He lived in Sydney.
Well that was better than telling where he really lived, in Melbourne.
God. He was gay and sexually active, liked blonde, brunette, and dark guys as long as they were fit and friendly, and preferred being a bottom.
He was quoted as saying he enjoyed modeling, thought Gaycheck was the top gay site in Australia, and was a current member.

The comment section made him feel weird. He'd read these things in the comments about other models, but hearing that people thought he was sexy, wanted to know if he did escort work, and wanted to see a lot more of him was different. He wondered how much they really meant it.
Paul logged out, turned the computer off and let himself out of the flat. He walked to the park and sat for twenty minutes at the tree in his quiet place.
The van guy must be on the staff at Gaycheck? That would explain how he knew so much. They'd put all that stuff up on the website without telling him.
One more session. What would they have him doing tomorrow night?
Whoops! He'd run out of time. He jogged to the gym and his spirits lifted at the sight of Jarrod waiting in the foyer and the friendly greeting.
Alan turned it on a bit, welcomed Jarrod and told Paul to kit him out in the gym uniform.

"Don't let Paul make you do all his work will you? He's the worst slacker round here, except for Mick."

Jarrod didn't know what to make of him.

"Did he mean that?"

They were getting changed in the staff locker room.

"He was teasing. I'm his best casual worker and he always gives me first option on extras, so he couldn't think I'm a slacker."

"Do you always wear a jock-strap here?"

"Yeah, it's the policy."

Jarrod looked terrific in the uniform, though Paul kept telling him he looked puny, and he liked the red T-shirt and shorts.

"What do we do now?"

"You'll see. It's hard work and you'll be wrecked by the time we finish."

Jarrod was expecting to do something with the gym equipment after all Paul's comments and he thought it was funny when they went to the first of the changing rooms.

"Clean toilets? Is that what we do?"

"Yep, it only takes an hour."

The last two hours was more what he'd been expecting, and Paul managed to show him how some of the fancy equipment worked despite the gym being fairly busy.

"I know. We've got the perfect thing for you."

"I'll bet. You said that about the treadmill and made me run a kilometre."

"Well you'll like this because you get to be nude."

"What? Having a shower?"

"I didn't think of that. No, we've got two other places where people are nude."

"The sauna?"

"Yep, but there's the solarium too."

Jarrod had never tried a solarium and Paul organised it on a low setting for him. He wanted to try the sauna as well, but they waited till six so they could go together.
Paul was used to it but Jarrod thought it was too hot.

"That's the whole idea Jarrod, so you sweat a lot and then buy electrolyte drinks to replace your fluids."

"I thought you said we'd be nude?"

"All right, weirdo, but sit on your towel so you don't burn your butt."

They showered, bought some fish and chips for tea then wandered into Roklin at about half past seven. Paul said hi to Brian then took Jarrod straight to his room.
The first thing was showing off his system. Jarrod was surprised when he had to listen to everything through the headphones.

"Really? That sucks. Doesn't the supervisor keep an eye on things?"

He'd just listened to Paul's explanation that it was a bad idea to let anyone know you had something good.

"He's not always here."

"Have you had many things pinched?"

"Last year I did. It's not so bad now, but I never take any chances. I always keep the door locked."

Jarrod was curious about the other three guys and how it all worked with Brian as a supervisor.

"Why don't you move in with your sis?"

"I can't. It's not her flat, and there's no room anyhow."

They listened to a few tracks of music, but it didn't really work when only one of them could wear the earphones.

"Hey, how about we go for a walk. I'll show you the park where I go."

Fifteen minutes later they were at the oval.

"You go round this thirty times without stopping? Oh boy, you're amazing."

"Come on, I'll show you something."

Paul led the way, along the walking track for a few hundred metres, their feet crunching in the gravel, till they reached the bend with the big clump of trees.

"Paul, do you know where you're going?"

"Just stay close."

Slowly now, they made their way through twenty metres of light undergrowth to a big fallen gum tree.

Paul clambered up then reached to help Jarrod.

"Wow, this is neat."

"I call it my tree. I like to come here when I want to think about things."

Paul didn't say he'd already been here today.
They sat quietly looking at the dark shadows, the faint gleam of the half moon on the canopy leaves and the twinkling sparks in the gap above.

"What do you think about?"

"Everything."

"I do that in my room at home. I wouldn't even dream of somewhere like this. Does it ever feel spooky?"

"No, all the spooky things go away when I'm here."

"Have you brought anyone else here?"

"No. Not even sis."

"Wow!"

Paul felt a hand rest on his shoulder and he was pleased he'd brought Jarrod here. When they left Paul walked with Jarrod to the train station.

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Paul was just leaving the gym when his mobile phone rang.

"Hello?"

"We're picking you up tonight so be at Market Road by a quarter to seven."

The van guy.

"What? ...That's too soon. We don't start tea till half past six and the supervisor is already expecting me, so I can't miss out."

"Well, make it seven then."

The phone cut off leaving Paul wondering what was going on. Pick him up? It was hardly worth it for the distance, and why so early? They must be wanting a long session like the last one? He bolted through his meal of sausages and veggies and left as soon as he could without looking like he was in a rush. Market Road was only two blocks away and two minutes after he reached it the van pulled up. He had to scramble in the back amongst various items of camera equipment.

"What's happening?"

"We're going to the studio tonight."

Paul had a bigger issue on his mind.

"You put me on the website without asking."

"Got a surprise when you found out yesterday ha? You haven't visited for a couple of weeks."

Paul was put out at hearing they knew he'd seen it yesterday.

"But you didn't even ask me."

"They like you. That's why we've got a big session. You're jerking for them tonight."

Paul went silent. They didn't care two hoots what he thought.

Jerking! From seeing the galleries yesterday it had to be expected, but hearing it said was still a shock.
After just over five minutes of driving they parked behind a large two-storey building. Paul didn't have a clue where he was. He helped carry the gear upstairs, along a hallway and through a door into a double sized room. Paul looked round while they set some of the equipment up. Everything looked more big deal than at the house. There were three big studio lights, and two cameras mounted on tripods. One was much larger. A video camera?

"Okay. We'll start with Gymboy first."

He took Paul to a space divided off in one corner, rummaged in a large plastic tub labelled with Paul's name, and handed over a light blue head band, matching wrist bands and a pair of light blue socks. More blue.

"Do I get to wear the shorts with them?"

"Not tonight. We've got too many nude sets to get through."

Paul put the sweat bands on, then walked out to the training mat under the brilliant lights. He could feel the heat on his skin. The first hour's work was all Gymboy stuff with new props. Twenty minutes of it was taken with a set of rings they had dangling from a pully system. He knew a few basic moves from his gym work, but they were more interested in positions and angles they could take photos from, than the actual routines. By the time they took a break Paul was relieved to get the glass of cola that had been poured for him. He ate several Tim-Tam's, watched Johnno fiddle with memory cards, while the van guy spread a shiny blue sheet over the training mat and dragged a black vinyl beanbag on top of it.

"Sit in the beanbag while we check the light settings."

Paul did that and the posing work started. Totally nude now, he followed the normal directions, change position, twist slightly one way or another, smile more, tense his muscles, while both the cameras clicked away. After about ten minutes he wiped a trace of perspiration from his brow during a position change.
Those lights seemed to be warmer?
He wiped his brow again and looked at his dick.
What? It was tightening?

"Move on to your side. Rest your arm along your leg. That's it..... Now move your dick so it's not behind the vinyl."

Paul was used to this kind of order and pushed at the vinyl then lifted his dick. The touch of his hand set it off. Where was this coming from? He'd never felt like this in any of the other sessions so far. The cameras clicked. His attempts at willing it away futile, Paul watched his dick turn to a full boner. He rolled over, covered himself and got yelled at.

"What the hell are you doing? Turn back this way and get into position."

"Can't I take a break for a minute?"

"Get on your side and do what I tell you."

Reluctantly Paul returned to position and the session resumed. The cameras clicked and pose after pose was changed while Paul kept expecting his dick to subside.
Ten minutes later it was still raging.
The beanbag went and was replaced with a couple of pillows which he used, one for his head and the other to hug, lie on, rest on his chest, hold between his legs, as well as other variations. They pulled over a comfy leather chair and for another ten minutes he kept posing. The whole time his boner strained and throbbed.

"What did you do? Was there something in the drink?"

The van guy nodded.

"You're going well. ...Johnno, drag the chair away."

Paul was now on the blue satin sheet with one black pillow behind his head. He was given a headband from earlier on and one of the wrist bands.

"Right. Touch your dick a few times, wrap your hand round it, then go back to touching."

What was he to do? He'd been touching himself all the time but that had all been for positioning. This was different and his defiance surged.

"Think about the envelopes."

Paul loathed this guy and showed it in his expression. All that got was a shrug, a laugh and a kind of don't push it look, like he was losing his patience.
Paul gave in. It was the progression that was followed with all the models on Gaycheck.
He touched, held and touched again, then had to keep repeating that while Johnno took photos and the van guy brought over the tripod with the big camera that hadn't been used yet.

"Both hands now, and keep playing with it."

They went on with different suggestions, well orders, that he had to follow till his dick could hardly cope any more.

"Keep going. Start chugging."

Chugging? Did that mean what he thought? He looked at the van guy who made a wanking movement, pumping his hand up and down. Paul closed his eyes and shut off from what was happening. His hand went through the motions till his dick quickly responded and sent him into a powerful orgasm. When he opened his eyes the cameras were all still going.
The van guy tossed him a small blue hand towel then kept taking photos while Paul cleaned the mess from his stomach and chest. As if nothing different had happened they took him through another set of posing, this time standing in front of a frame covered with a black dropsheet. After another quarter of an hour his dick finally went normal, well, partially normal, as it stayed slightly swollen for the rest of the night.
They gave him a break and laughed when he didn't want any cola or orange juice. Paul went to the bathroom and had a drink from the tap there instead.
Five more sets they worked through before they finished, all of them nude, and all of them rude with much more focus on his dick, which he had to continually hold, handle and play with. On top of everything else Paul started to worry about the time, and told them he had to be back at Roklin before eleven or else he'd be locked out.

"Locked out? Okay, it's been a good session so we'll make it do."

Thankfully, Paul got dressed and as they were heading out was given the $200. It had been in his mind but the stuff he'd had to do pushed it so far back he wouldn't even have asked for it.
As usual, nothing much was said, and at ten to eleven he was dropped at Market Road. All he wanted to do was head for his tree. He almost did, but common sense won and he jogged to Roklin house.
The first thing he wanted was a shower, then he lay in his bed for ages.
Thank god that was the fifth session and he wouldn't be going back. He didn't want to see that van guy ever again. They'd gone too far tonight.

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The end of Chapter Six.