Is it love? (Private, between Yayninja and myself)

[Tritium]

Darren wasn't really that interested in what the guy had to say. He'd merely asked the question, to get him started, and watch Frankie, as he made a fool of himself, trying to recruit a model, in a dressing cabin. Little did he expect the man to actually be carrying underwear samples with him. Not mere pictures in a catalog, but the real deal. He couldn’t help but smile, as Frankie swung the pair of undies in front of him, telling him more about the deal. Turns out he was supposed to pose for some men’s underwear catalog or something.

“Well, I could try, but I’ve never modelled in my underwear, you see” he explained, on a rather distant tone. He didn’t fancy the idea of showing off his body to so many strangers. But when Frankie mentioned it was a very serious business, and that he was desperate to find a model, as his job depended on it, Darrne suddenly had a stroke of genious. A desperate person could easily be talked into doing things the wouldn’t normally do. A desperate person would be forced to make certain concessions. Not only was this person desperate, he was also a man! And a desperate man was the perfect candidate for what he had in mind.

“Sure, since it’s so important to you, I’ll give it a go” He chuckled, snatching the pair of undies from the man’s hand, and throwing them on the floor. “But first, I need you to do something for me.” He turned around, as he heard the bell mounted above the door ringing. That meant new customers were arriving. But he wasn’t going to rush to serve them. His friend promissed to fill in for him, so he was going to take advantage of the situation.

“I’ll be right back” he said and went to the storage room, to pick up a large cardboard sign, from the time the’d renovated the dressing cabins. He brought it back with him, and hanged it on the curtains. “There we go, now we can talk about it some more” Darrne explained, slowly closing in on Frankie. “Where was I? Oh, yes, so I’ll help you, mister desperate man, but I need something in return, a big handsome bonus…”

[Yayninja]

Regardless of whether Darren was reluctantly participating or over the moon to be a part of a big photoshoot, the underwear were snatched from his hands and Frankie had gotten himself a willing participant and he may have just saved Frankie's flimsy job. Frankie wasn't particularly unnerved when Darren asked for a favour, as he was himself asking Darren for a big favour out of the blue "Sure, anything, I really owe you one for this" he beamed, eager to get the favour out of the way so work could begin.

When he was backed into the dressing room, he did feel somewhat intimidated by the other man, despite being some inches taller than Darren. "Well, I don't know about a handsome bonus... This is only a test run after all, but if Garrett's like you, they're the ones that handle all the money, you should ask them about it if they give you the call" he rambled, naively, unaware of Darren's more lustful intentions.

[Tritium]

"I never said anything about money, Darren elaborated, slowly driving Frankie into the very corner of the dressing cabin. He could hear the customers moving around the shop, talking, whispering, while looking at various articles of clothing. And the, there was the look in Frankie's eyes. A mixture of fear and confusion. How such a well built man could actually come to fear another who was less taller and less stronger than him, Darren didn't understand. But then again, he found those sensations really stimulating. It was as though Frankie's apprehension was turning him on. He could feel the hormones, wreaking havoc inside of him, as he gradually became more and more aroused, with every footstep, with each and every breath.

Frankie was mumbling something about the bonus. Poor oaf, he had no idea what Darren was talking about. Or did he? Was he aware of the approaching danger? It made no difference if he was, because it was far too late for him to do anything about it. Darren had him exactly where he wanted him. Simply watching Frankie, as he tried to back away, made him shiver with delight. It was the rush of adrenaline, the thrill of the hunt, getting to him. Darren felt like a wild animal, having already cornered it's helpless prey, and waiting for the perfect moment to deliver a decisive blow.

[Yayninja]

Frankie could feel the breaths from Darren's nose tickle his neck and his own breaths became somewhat fragile and fragmented as Darren's intentions began to come clearer. "O-oh..." he stammered, licking his lip nervously as he looked down into Darren's narrowing eyes.

Feeling the corner of the dressing stall behind him, and kept from straying by Darren standing in his way, he attempted to talk Darren round "Er- M-maybe this isn't the best place for this, a-and it's not a great time either, things to do and stuff" he trailed off, being unsuccessful in edging away from Darren to freedom. He didn't want to call out for assistance, the last thing he wanted to do was get Darren into trouble - if he did, he could kiss the sample shoot goodbye. Whatever Darren had planned, Frankie figured he'd have to go along with it in order to get the photo shoot.

[Tritium]

"I wasn't asking you if you have the time or not!" Darren grunted, gently grabbing Frankie by the throat. "You see, I really don't give a damn about your job. It's none of my business. What bothers me, is that you came into this shop, and picked up some cheap rags to bring to the counter, thinking I'm some sort of idiot, who wouldn't catch on to your schemes."

He leaned forward, reaching for Frankie's left ear. "I have to punish you for not being honest with me from the very beginning" he whispered in the man's ear, groping his crotch, with the other hand. "You can call for help if you like, but I'll deny everything, and say you attacked me, and tried to force yourself on me. Who do you think they'll believe? A stranger, or the nice salesman?"

His hand started playing with the zipper, as he backed up a bit, to look Frankie in the eyes again. "If you want me to model that badly, you'll have to be my dog, my slave, and do whatever I tell you to, whenever I tell you. Should you refuse, the entire deal's off, and you can kiss your job goodbye.

He grabbed Frankie's tie, puling it, as though it were a leash around the man's neck. "So let's begin with the tutorial, shall we? I have something on you, you're desperate enough to do anything to keep your job, even if you don't like it, and that's fine as well. I'd love to see you resisting, only to surrender eventually, seeing how you have no other choice. So, I am your master, you are my filthy slave, and I want to take advantage of you right here, right now, and you're going to comply, and keep your mouth shut, while I have my dirty way with you! Is that understood?"

[Yayninja]

"I-I'm not doing some sort of scheme!" Frankie feebly defended himself as Darren's hands toyed with Frankie's body, gasping as his crotch was forcefully grabbed, causing him to try and shrink into the corner further. This wasn't any old sexual encounter though, and the gravity of the situation hit Frankie like a 10-ton weight: whether he wanted to or not, for the sake of his job he would have to comply with Darren's demands or else - as Darren so eloquently put it - he could kiss his job goodbye.

As his tie was pulled, his head jerked forward slightly moving closer to Darren's. He lowered his eyes in shame as Darren divulged his dirty plans that would be carried out right there in the changing room. Hearing voices in the shop, he was about to protest against Darren's idea, not wanting to be heard mid-whatever-it-was he had planned, but he though better when his unstable job came to mind. He swallowed hard and replied with a shallow voice "O-okay... Okay".

[Tritium]

"Very good!" Darren exclaimed, pushing the man back into the corner. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation of the lovely show. "You can start by keeping quiet, until I allow you to speak, and undressing yourself. But leave your shirt on. I'm only interested in one part of your body"

He then looked around, while Frankie was performing the requested tasks. Luckily, there was also a chair. It was exactly what he needed. He was so excited...

[Yayninja]

Frankie huffed as Darren delivered his requests and conceded defeat, caving in to Darren's demands for the sake of his job. He shook his head in shame as he kicked his shoes off and slipped his socks off with his feet as he unbuttoned his trousers, blushing. He let his trousers fall to the floor and stepped out of them, kicking them to the side.

He stood there awkwardly in his shirt and tight designer briefs and looked at Darren, who looked back expectantly. Frankie looked to the floor in embarassment before sliding his thumbs underneath the waistband of his underwear and slowly pulling them down with apprehension. Standing up straight, he tried to pull his shirt down a bit to cover his modesty. Should've worn a bigger shirt he thought to himself as the top failed to cover his groin from the hungry eyes of Darren, who eyed his large uncut cock and low-hanging balls with longing.

[Tritium]

"Hands above your head, pall!" Darren demanded, while placing the chair near Frankie. He then unbuttoned the guy's shirt, so he couldn't use it to cover up his manhood anymore. "I love that bashful expression on your face. I hope you're not attempting to appeal to my emotions, cause that won't do you any good. I have you in my grasp, and there's no way out. Now raise you left leg, like a dog" he added, sitting on the chair, right in front of Frankie.

[Yayninja]

Frankie snapped back and clasped his hands together behind his head "Don't flatter yourself, I'm not trying to appeal to anything... I need you... A-and that's all" his speech faultered nearing the end of his hushed tirade, remembering that Darren could decide to reject Frankie's job offer at any time. He sighed and raised his left leg, propping his foot up on the changing room wall, looking at the ceiling, hoping for some sort of divine intervention.