sal ganuth

Mark had answered the ad on gumtree, a local artist looking for a life model for private sessions. The guy sounded genuine, the fee generous, so Mark signed up. The first pose of the day was a regular pose standing by the window, but when the guy described the second pose, Mark wasn’t so sure. An extra £50 seemed to settle the deal and with that, Mark found himself helplessly shackled to the chair by his feet and with his hands tied behind his back, legs wide apart, with everything on view for the artist to get down on canvas.

Pleased with the money he received for the gig, Mark returned to that artist the following week. This time, the studio had a St Andrews cross as its centrepiece.
“What the fuck is that?” Mark asked.
“Let me show you,” answered the artist.
Mark was let out every hour for a few minutes to rest and stretch. With his back to the artist, Mark felt even more exposed and vulnerable than last week yet when he was released at the end of the session and asked if he wanted to come back next week, Mark said, “For sure,” without hesitation.

On the third visit, Mark was surprised to see another model, already stripped, “Did I get the date wrong?” Mark asked.
“Oh fuck, yeah, I got Gav here this afternoon. Unless… you’re both happy to duo?” the artist questioned.
Gav nodded a ‘yes’, looking at Mark, “Erm, sure, why not?”

Last pose of the session had Gav on his knees in front of Mark, one hand on Mark’s ass, the other on the small of his back, his lips kissing Mark’s stomach and Mark’s cock hanging loose in front of Gav’s chest.

“OK boys, hold that pose for 30 minutes.”