When I arrived the bar was already crowded. I struggled my way through the human traffic, looking for my prince. I saw James at the bar, chatting with the cute bartender and a group of friends. James saw me and waved and signaled me to come to him. He introduced me to his friends. Most of them were in the media industry; there was a director, a production assistant, cameraman and a guy in charge of lighting. They joked that the production assistant was paid to do the easiest task – to suck the models’ dicks and keep them hard during the photo shoot.

I asked James how he knew the crew. He jokingly replied that he worked as a porn star. I stared at James’ strong and muscular body. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was one. James wore a tight tank top that revealed his firm chest and well worked-arms. His abs were almost visible through the thin layer of clothing.

I was wearing my muscular-cut white tee. My hard nipples were visible to his eyes. My jeans stick to my legs like a second skin and my bubble butt was screaming for attention.

James led me by the hand and brought me to the dance floor. We were both feeling high from the drinks. Halfway through the dance, he fondled my nipples. Occasionally, he lifted up my tee to lick my nipples hard. His hands grabbed my bubble butt and slapped my ass.

We returned to the bar area for a rest. The director offered me a drink while he surveyed my body. First, he lifted my shirt to check out my abs. Then he inserted his hand through my jeans to feel my firm ass. He undid my jeans to squeeze my hard package and zip back. He smiled and told James that he had good taste and I was suitable for the job. However I didn’t understand their conversation.

James brought me back to the dance floor for another round of dancing. He embraced me in deep kisses and warm hugs. My cock was pressing against my briefs and jeans. I was in ecstasy and my pre-cum was flowing.

We returned to the bar for another drink. I was already feeling high. After the drink, my vision became blurred and lost control of myself. I did not remember what happened next. All I knew was, someone kept rubbing my crotch, and I was feeling hornier by the minute. I was brought to a car and driven to somewhere.

When I awoke, I was in a new place. It looked like a hotel. I felt a sharp pain on my nipples. I saw James in front of me. He clipped a pair of nipple clamps on me. My jeans were removed. James was only wearing his tank top and briefs. I was in my tight white tee and briefs. The clamps were biting hard on my nipples. I realized my hands and legs were tied spread-eagle to the sides of the bed. I was shocked to see a big camera in front of me. The director and the crew were there. I had some many questions in my mind. Before I could ask, James took my lips and kissed me. His hands were stroking my head. I felt so secure in his touch. I wanted to ask again. Before I could say anything, James pinched my cock head. I screamed. James seemed to be enjoying the session. The nipple clamps were removed