Stephen Pays A Debt

3 - EVENTS ESCALATE

3 - EVENTS ESCALATE

Stephen stepped behind the screen, his heart racing as the women's laughter and clinking glasses filled the air on the other side. As he stepped out of his jeans, he could hear their animated chatting, their voices a mix of playful teasing and unconcealed excitement, He removed the rest of his clothing, folding it neatly for some reason, and tried to slow his breathing down. He glanced down at himself at the moment he heard someone shout a "Hurry uppppp".

Could he do this? Walk out in front of Claire, Rachel - all of them? God he was nervous, but he had to acknowledge to himself that something else was fighting inside him as well. Excitement? He ran a hand through his hair, steeling himself. And he could feel the eagerness of the women, hear it in their comments. His heart was hammering, but their hunger ignited something in him--a reckless thrill he found confusing but which was also impossible to deny.

The energy in the studio was electric, fueled by copious amounts of rosé and the thrill of anticipation as the assembled women watched as Stephen stepped out from behind the screen and made his way to Tara's side, the thin towel clinging to his hips, striking him mid-thigh accentuating the V of his torso and the powerful form of his legs beneath the material. The room erupted in soft cheers and whistles, the women's eyes gleaming with delight. Claire, the birthday girl, raised her hands, her blue eyes sparkling as she raised her glass. "And there he is!" Stephen reddened, unable to meet her eyes, but at least his heart had slowed as he faced his artists.

He stood next to Tara on a thick soft rug, waiting in front of the fireplace, the semicircle of seated women clustered around the spot, the towel his only shield. It was incredible how vulnerable, exposed, and self-conscious he felt. He cast an embarrassed glance at the women facing him, women he knew, had done chores and favors for! The women were not as shy about their attention to the man who they knew, and who had done chores and favors for them. They now saw him as Stephen, physical specimen extraordinaire and they collectively took in the towering Adonis in front of them. His broad shoulders tapered to a slim waist and defined abs, His skin was lightly tanned, his smooth chest made his bold pecs stand out even more. His biceps were of the same sinewy muscle as his roped forearms, his body a testament to his discipline and hard work. As well as some fortunate genes. The towel revealed only the bottom part of his powerful thighs that tapered to strong defined calves. Thick, lush blond hair brushed his shoulders, framing a stubbled jaw, piercing blue eyes flicked back and forth between the women nervously.

"God, look at him. His body is even better than I imagined",Claire thought.

"Jesus, those legs..."Valerie observed about her boyish friend who did not look so boyish from the neck down.

"Look at what I have found",Tara mused.

Amidst the rustle of women preparing their sketch pads, Vanessa perked up with "You should think about wearing nothing but a towel more often. It sets off your....eyes", she laughed.

"You weren't looking at his eyes when you said that", Megan chirped. Stephen blushed and fidgeted in response, feeling the women's gazes on...not his eyes.

"So a towel and sunglasses would not be the best combo?" Stephen asked Vanessa with a shy grin, an attempt to get over his jitters. The attempt failed.

After his clumsy question, there was a short pause, leading Tara to cough once, twice, then three times, the third the loudest and longest. Stephen glanced at her expression, and knowing what she was waiting for, he reached for the towel's knot, his skin tingled and there was a knot in his stomach. His hand hesitated, as he glanced at Tara. Tara thought he looked adorable, with his blushing and trepidation, but she looked at him with feigned impatience before reaching out saying "Here Stephen, let me help you".

Tara's tug was slow, deliberate as she watched his reaction. The towel peeled away like a bandage, revealing him inch by throbbing inch. It finally fell into Tara's grasp, and she tossed it aside. Eight gasps sucked the air from the room. The towel's disappearance had revealed that the backs of his legs melded into a perfectly rounded, muscled ass, the kind one sees on sprinters. His torso seemed to stand out even more, the muscles of his upper body, defined, exuding strength. His thighs bulged with corded muscle, and in between, seemingly hanging halfway down those impressive oaks, dangled Stephen's large, commanding penis. Claire, her wine glass freezing halfway to her lips, her eyes wide, whispered "And there you areeee".

Megan's freckled cheeks flushed a deeper red, her mouth slightly agape, while Sophie's hand flew to her mouth, her blush deepening, unable to avert her gaze from Stephen's manhood as it swung gently in response to his heavy breathing.

Rachel bit her lip, her hazel eyes locked on him. "Oh my God" she whispered to Claire. Brooke's camera twitched in her hands, before she remembered its purpose and snapped a couple of ill framed shots before steadying her hand. Vanessa's elegant composure wavered as the writer in her took in every detail of the form standing in front of her, before she fixated on the imposing flesh between Stephen's thighs. "That's...that's... " she murmured.

Tara's Bohemian cool faltered, her dark eyes widened and her breath hitched as she let out an audible, "Perfect, just perfect", as her fantasy, the main character of her stories, stood before her, literally in the flesh. Now it wasn't a fantasy, it...he, was quite real.

Yes she had imagined what he would look like standing like this, and she had always thought that reality could not match fantasy, and in Stephen's case it did not match it. It exceeded it. And like all the others, she took a minute to ogle the thick tawny rod that dangled temptingly before her, her fingers already twitching to grasp and fondle it.

Their model stood fidgeting, one hand moved down to cover himself as he felt eight pairs of eyes slowly trace over his exposed body, as eight minds tumbled with a variety of thoughts about their subject as he stood before them, an Adonis, strong and manly, yet now oh so vulnerable.

"I hope we get to touch",Sophie wondered."It's so big. I can't believe it", Claire's thought almost exploding from her mouth. "I can't believe this has been sitting next to me so many times", Megan reflected.

Stephen dropped his hands to his side and straightened up, tried control his breathing, tried to muster his techniques of meditation. "Relax, just relax. Just tune everything out till you settle down. Just like you do in meditation".But he could not tune it out. His senses were on maximum alert, heightened by his arousal. The loft's warm lights shone on his skin, their focus highlighting the fact that he was the center of attention for everyone there. Cool fan powered air kissed his bare thighs, back, and ass and clashed with the heat in his penis, making him feel even more exposed.

As he inhaled, he absorbed the scents wafting through the air - perfumes, rosé and incense clashing and melding. He could hear the bolder and bolder comments, the women openly fawning over his naked body. He opened his eyes and looked around; he looked at the familiar faces, changed into something new and predatory. He saw how they pursed and licked their lips as their eyes wandered all over him. And under his embarrassment there bubbled up excitement, as he stood alone, an object for this group of women to ogle, and especially an object for... Tara he realized. He felt a rush in his groin and worked to fight against it. His will flagging, he finally looked at Tara and then Valerie, now knowing this was their plan. The looks they had given him in the past and the comments that he had once brushed off as insignificant rushed back, understanding now washing over him. He knew what they wanted. He saw it in Tara's intense stare and commanding smile. A current pushed against his will. He succumbed to it, looked at Tara and croaked, "So, what do you want me to do?

Tara loved hearing those words, as much as she relished the expression in Stephen's eyes as he turned to face her. She flushed with excitement, turned to her guests and said "Ladies, what do we want him to do?"

Vanessa chimed in first. She wanted him pose near the stool, one hand bracing on it, with one leg slightly bent behind the other one. "Think Michelangelo's David, but sexier" she said. The sound of pencils scratching on paper filled the room, as they tried to capture his form. No one cared Brooke alternated between sketching and making use of her camera, getting up to move around their subject to take several photos, sometimes using only the soft light of the room, sometimes with a flash.

Megan asked Stephen to change his stance to stand facing the girls, eyes closed, with his arms raised, hands mussing his hair. This was a popular choice, as it made their model's muscles stand out and he seemed even more exposed. The women became looser, more bold, group dynamics taking over.

"I can see why you want him to be your muse" Valerie said to Tara, loudly enough so that all heard. "Me too", responded several voices at the same time."They're talking about me like I'm not even here. I'm just a object to them."Stephen thought as they chattered. Just an object. The thought caused conflicting feelings to bounce back and forth in his head."I can't believe this...Claire and Rachel are just staring at my dick. They're all...shit"

"He's blushing again." Vanessa laughed.

Megan chirped, "I wonder if Stephen would blush even more if he knew that Sophie just whispered that he had the biggest, most beautiful dick she had ever seen. Anywhere." It was Sophie's turn to blush and the chief fund-raiser elbowed her friend in response.

"I want to see a different angle," Brooke announced, sliding up to their model. "Turn sideways, and half sit, half lean on the stool, like you're resting after working out," she ordered. She took Stephen's shoulders and turned him toward her before he could obey. "Lean back a bit more", she smiled, knowing that the position would make Stephen's hips arch and his penis stand out more.

"Perfect", Brooke ruled, as her eyes moved from his pelvis up to meet his own. "And I agree with Sophie, you have the biggest, most beautiful dick I have ever seen as well." Several heads nodded in agreement.

As the ladies sketched and moved around him, it became impossible for Stephen to relax, impossible for him to do anything but lose himself in the wave of attention sweeping over him. As each woman offered advice or guidance, she would stand close, her individual scent replacing the one that had just assailed his nostrils, she might allow a hand to accidentally sweep down his thigh, arm, or chest. More than one would place a hand on the small of his back while adjusting an arm or tilting his head, with Valerie casually letting a hand "accidentally" brush his penis, causing it to swing back and forth. As the sketches progressed however, the wine loosened tongues and inhibitions alike. What started as adjustments became lingering touches. Hushed whispers of appreciation became explicit descriptions. Stephen sank sank further into the surrounding glow.

Soon, as each woman faced him, he would smile and a small murmur would escape as he felt the incredible softness of a participant's touch, his breath would sharpen at their raw comments, whispered in his ear or spoken aloud, and as they pulled back he would lock eyes briefly, lips pursing, telling each woman with words unspoken,"I like you ogling my naked body. I like what you are doing to me. I like being your object."

Tara saw it, and reveled in watching his will weakening. "Ladies, I think our model likes his new job," she announced, voicing her thoughts.

Finally it became too much, as Stephen sat on the tall stool, the balls of his feet on the rug, his hands on top of his legs, when Tara glided up to him, straddled one of his legs and reached back to pull his hair behind his head into a ponytail for "a different look". Her breath was cool on his neck, her thighs warm against his, her skin soft. Her gaze bored into him as she whispered "You look just like I thought you would Stephen...just like I thought you would..." she repeated as the leg between his gently rubbed, against his testicles and tingling penis, subtly nudging his legs apart. "Now stop holding back Stephen. Let yourself go." Tara told him.

And as Tara slid away from him with a final brush down his chest, Stephen's manhood stood tall and proud, jutting straight up like a flesh colored pole, his testicles seemed to swell in unison as they dangled like two peaches under his upright shaft, gently swinging as he fidgeted. He looked down at his hardness, blushing like fire. "Sorry. I lost control. Maybe I should step away...to, you know.." he fumbled as he put one hand in front of swollen member.

The sound of voices shouting "NOOOO!" reverberated around the room. Stephen glanced up at the women, and was met with exhilarated expressions, open mouths, gasps, and the sound of more than one woman clapping. "Don't you change a thing! We WANT you hard!." Claire was startled to hear herself say as she gawked at the tower of flesh in front of her.

Tara, standing near Stephen, leaned over to gawk as well. She knew he was handsome, knew he was built, but this...again, she was sooooo glad she organized tonight's activities. She paused to gather herself and to let the girls settle. "I think I'll participate after all. I think I would like to pose our model in his, uh, improved condition, if there are no objections..." she said, already walking to her backpack where she pulled a couple of items out, before moving smoothly back to her subject. "You heard them Stephen. We want you hard."