God does love a good joke - 2

[redux]

second part



I tried to forget my life for a minute, I just crashed on the couch trying to not to think about Mark and Thomas, Thomas specially.

When I was almost sleeping I heard sounds over the corridor. ’53, is here, our new apartment!’ Over the peephole I just saw just a huge back. Thomas, probably. And I heard Mark ‘shit, it doesn’t opening!’ I could see female arms trying to embrace Thomas, then lifting his shirt and he bangs my door with his weight almost scaring me.

‘Let’s call Red Face’ said Mark. Oh, shit. He knocks on my door ‘Shit Face, I mean, Red Face, are you there?’ I played dead, I didn’t want them to not enter my home, and above all, with two of my protected models. But Mark tries the doorknob and pushes the door in, tearing off the fragile lock.

I was startled by this invasion ‘Sorry, man, is that my key wasn’t opening my door, sorry for yours’ I sensed a laugh in his phrase. Andrea was seeing another me, not so bossy, not so secure as I normally am.

Behind Mark, I could see Thomas without shirt making out with Amanda in the corridor, they were almost fucking. I was speechless.

‘Can we use a room, for the night?’ Mark asked, Andrea seemed hypnotized by his looks and muscles. I could see her legs very tied holding herself.

‘Can take that room’ I had four bedrooms, two big ones, two small ones. He took the bigger one, mine. I couldn’t do anything to stop him. And now I had the half naked Thomas in the corridor, I look for them and Amanda was already screaming and forcing herself on his cock. I stop dead and retreat when I saw that, going back, trying to not think about what I just saw. Not because of the noisy sex at the corridor, but by the size of his cock. It was immense.

Thomas was coming holding her with his arm and cock and threw her on the couch like I wasn’t there. I could see the shear enormity of him banging my model. Amanda was almost crying, pleasure or not, I bet it was too much of a cock for anyone.

In my bed, with the door semi-opened, Andrea was letting her screaming without caring about me standing there. In fact she looked at me while on top of him, holding his pecs, way bigger than her own breasts. By her face I could see how irrational her mind state was, she want it all but was too much of everything for her fragile model body.

I didn’t had a choice, I left the apartment letting them with their screams. I walked like a zumbi around the block, I bought a movie ticket and some popcorns that I didn’t ate. Two hours after the silly movie that I basically didn’t watch, or remember the title, I went back to my apartment. It was dead silent. I turn up the lights, and Amanda was alone, unconscious, in the couch.

God, what a wreck! I never saw her like that. Her messed hair was all wet, like her slimy face with the makeup all blurry; her Dior dress was in tears, destroyed. I woke her up.

‘Are you okay?’

She slowly opens her eyes, and gags something from her nose. It was cum. They are monsters! ‘are you ok?!’

‘Never... being... better’ she said half-breathing, half-smiling ‘...bathroom?’ She tries to get up, and I helped her, she couldn’t walk. Amanda took a shower, and then I gone to my bedroom to see if Andrea was all right. My bed was broke, the first thing I saw.

Andrea was just like Amanda, maybe less wrecked. My bed that was really destroyed. She seemed to sleep so profoundly, that I hadn’t courage to wake her up; at her side two extra-sized durex full of milk, it had to be milk, no one can cum that much.

In the next morning, I was a nurse for the two girls regain their strength. In the balcony I was holding my can of coke remembering the size of that thing of Thomas. Amanda and Andrea couldn’t hold themselves ‘My, oh, my, so they are your new neighbors’

‘Yep’

Amanda seemed transformed; she wanted to know everything about them.

‘Well, we studied in the same classes, that’s all’ I replied.

‘They were big at that time?’

‘They always were the biggest around since we’re kids, in the first year of high school, they we’re already The Jocks, you know what I mean?’

‘Thomas is a god’ Amanda said from nothing.

‘What’s wrong with you girls? If any other guy do what they did to you, you both would do voodoo on them... I mean, they just score you’

‘You are right... if it was any other man...but Thomas...’ said Amanda in her stupid dreamy state.

‘Don’t you feel... attracted by them? You know...’ Andrea asked me.

‘What do you mean? That’s stupid, I hate them. And I’m not gay’

‘Do you hate them?’ asked Amanda.

‘They were a kind of bullies, at school...’

‘Oh, poor little Michael...’ said Andrea.

‘Hey, stop that! It was juvenile stupidity. Everyone have their ghosts in the past. They seem nice guys now, we are adults, aren’t we? I mean, we are not in school, we are not stupid teens anymore, aren’t we? Is just my karma being tested alright...’ I was talking a little too much.

‘What do you mean, Michael?’ asked Amanda.

‘...it’s nothing’

‘Come on...’

‘Ok, I’m in debt with God, and he doesn’t protect me anymore from... voodoos...’ to not sound insane, I explained everything to them, and how everything in my life rotted since yesterday.

Amanda replied ‘Well... Michael... It’s a little bit unreal, but since my mother was into this voodoo stuff too, I can believe you... but that means that Thomas will be better than he already is?’

‘What do mean... better?’ I was hating this worship over that monster.

‘The more voodoo on you... you know that are some people that really hate you...’

‘Don’t tell’

And Andrea completed: ‘and some people who would love to see Mark and Thomas getting stronger... richer’

‘Stop it. Is not funny, okay’ I begun to regret this conversation. I let them in the apartment, they wanted to see the fucking monsters again. It was a beautiful Saturday out there, I took my iphone, I hadn’t had time to toy with it. In a coffee near the Central Park I searched for some wi-fi signal and connected. I google the words “mr. olympia”, and the page fills with photos of Thomas half-naked. I hided the phone, it was obscene. It would scare children.

There were tons of interviews with him, various photos, youtube videos, fan-clubs, fantasy stories with him. But the first thing that I saw was the photos, discreetly. He was a mountain of muscles, and he has real problems of hiding his cock size. He shined in the stage like a super being, stupidly proud of himself, I knew that look, that stare, I felt my cock reacting to it. Fucking shit, I was getting a hard-on by looking at his picture! I was betraying myself!

I tried to look at him without looking at that package, but is impossible... he looks at the camera knowing to where people are looking at. I was a photographer, I knew it. There was tons of photos of him holding girls, kissing girls, it seemed that, different with other bodybuilders, girls dig his size, maybe because of his perfect face, teeth, dark blue eyes... and that package.

I saved various interviews to read in the park, I felt like I was running away from my apartment, from him, but I was too curious about him, I needed to know more. I saw another saved photo, he was amazingly big, how to describe Atlas?

Then I received a call in my old blackberry, from Dereck: ‘I have a proposition for you’

‘Shoot’ somehow, I knew what was coming.

‘To make a photographic essay of Thomas’

‘Are we selling porno now?’

‘That’s why I’m calling you, you know what to do’

‘Yes, I know. Fifteen thousand.’

‘Done. He is available this weekend. Can you work this up until Monday? We have some ad propositions already, sooner, the better.’

‘Monday you will have the photos’ I didn’t say bye. It was my cue.

I was stronger than my fears. With a camera, I’m the master, and everyone does what I say. That’s why my photos work. Under my lens, I could tame Thomas. I called my producer and the rest of the team to workout my first male essay.

Eating tofu after tofu, my producer, Tamei was looking at his photos ‘he studied with you?’

‘Yes. Yes. He did some classes with me.’

‘How much is his weight?’

‘Don’t have a clue, let’s go back to ideas, shall we?’

‘I only can see this man in a gym’ said Charlie, my assistant.

‘No beach, no gym, someplace else. I need to show him approachable to women, look at him, I have to photograph him with some clothes, I mean... his body is way too obscene. ‘

‘Why is obscene? Because of his muscles? Why do you think women find horses so beautiful?’ asked Tamei.

‘Exactly my point Tamei, now you are getting there. But... he is a bodybuilder, I need to show his muscles... it will be no digital... black and white, the old plus-x 35 millimeters 200 asa pushed 4 stops, just sunlight at 2:00 pm in my homestudio tomorrow. I’ll use my own couch as set-up and he will use his own clothes, if any. I need a girl, but that’s my business. Okay?’

‘Yes, boss. But tomorrow the weather is no good’

‘Is pushed 4 stops, Charlie. The light will be perfect.’

‘Sorry, sir’

‘Fuck off, don’t call me sir, call me boss’

‘Yes, boss.’