The School Mascot: Forced to Pose

[Qwerto1232]

Perfect writing so far. It would be interesting If he would wear mittens in shape of cats paw as part of a costume so he cant use his hands properly. He would be even more voulnurable.

[Permintcake]

Chapter 4: Good Boy

Primo was trembling. He was painfully aroused, desperate for release.

Primo felt a rush of panic as Isabella took pictures of him in all sorts of angles. He desperately tried to will his arousal away, but his body betrayed him.

Primo's breath came in ragged gasps as he fought the urge to cover himself.

"Up on your knees now," she directed. "Hands behind your head, back arched."

"Go on," Isabella encouraged.

"I... I can't," Primo protested weakly. "That's too much."

Isabella frowned. "Come now, Felix. This is art!"

Primo continued shaking his head. "No, I won't. You can't make me do that. That will expose my...my"

Isabella's eyes narrowed as she regarded Primo through the camera lens. "I'm afraid this isn't up for debate, Felix. As the school mascot, you're expected to follow direction. Now, let's try that pose again."

Primo's heart raced as panic set in. He couldn't bring himself to do what Isabella was asking. It was too humiliating, too private. In this post, everything will be exposed.

"Please, you said you're not going to capture it" he begged, his voice cracking. "I'll do any other pose. Just not that."

Isabella lowered her camera, her expression stern. "I don't think you understand the position you're in. As the official photographer, I have quite a bit of influence with the principal. It would be a shame if he heard you weren't cooperating."

Primo felt his stomach drop. He couldn't risk losing his chance at Mira Flores over this.

Primo's shoulders slumped. She was right. This humiliation was the price of his dream. With trembling limbs, he slowly got into the requested pose - on his knees, hands behind his head, back arched. He felt utterly exposed, his arousal prominently on display.

Primo's heart raced as he contemplated Isabella's threat. The thought of losing his chance at Mira Flores Academy was unbearable. But what she was asking went too far.

Isabella considered this for a moment. "Alright," she agreed. "This will be just between us. I won't show this to anyone. This will be private. Now, let's finish the shoot."

Primo hesitated, his heart pounding.

What does she mean by this is just between them?

With trembling limbs, he slowly assumed the pose Isabella had requested. His face burned with shame behind the mask as he arched his back, hands clasped behind his head. The position left him completely exposed.

In this pose, his leaking tip pointed directly at the camera. He was painfully hard, desperately fighting to keep himself calm but it was no use.

Primo trembled as he held the humiliating pose, every inch of his body on display. The camera clicked rapidly as Isabella circled around him, capturing shots from every angle. His face burned with shame behind the mask.

"Wonderful, Felix!" Isabella exclaimed. "Now arch your back a bit more...perfect!"

Primo's muscles quivered with the effort of maintaining the unnatural position. He felt utterly exposed and vulnerable. To his horror, he felt his penis throbbing again and another bead of moisture form at his tip, threatening to drip onto the floor.

"Just a few more," Isabella assured him. "Now turn to the side and stretch."

Primo complied, his body betraying him further as he shifted positions. He could feel Isabella's eyes roaming over every curve and plane of his form.

Primo hesitantly shifted into the new pose, turning to the side and arching his back in a feline stretch. The movement caused his erection to bob obscenely. He squeezed his eyes shut behind the mask, wishing he could disappear.

"Now thrust your hips forward," she directed. Primo complied, his face burning as the pose caused his rigid member to jut out prominently with a bead of precum on the tip.

"Excellent," Isabella praised, snapping away.

Primo felt himself getting more aroused. His smooth, hairless groin was on prominent display as Isabella captured every detail.

"Alright, let's try something different," she said briskly. "Up on your knees, Felix"

Primo froze, his body trembling on the precipice of release. He clenched his muscles desperately, fighting against the overwhelming urge.

"Let's have you perched on that tall stool over there."

With shaking limbs, Primo slowly rose from the floor. Each movement sent jolts of sensation through his overstimulated body. He shuffled awkwardly to the stool, hyperaware of Isabella's gaze on his naked form.

"Now, I want you to sit on the stool," Isabella instructed. "One leg bent, foot resting on the seat. The other leg extended, toes pointed. Really emphasize those long, lean lines."

"P-please," Primo stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Not that. That is so embarrassing."

Isabella lowered her camera, her expression softening slightly. "There's no need to be embarrassed, Felix. Now, be a good boy and do it."

Primo hesitantly positioned onto the tall stool, his body still trembling on the edge of release. The cool wood against his overheated skin made him shiver. He positioned himself as Isabella had instructed, one leg bent with his foot on the seat, the other extended gracefully. The pose left him precariously balanced, every muscle taut with the effort of maintaining his position.

"Now, bring your right knee up towards your chest," she instructed. "We want to capture your feline flexibility."

Trembling, Primo complied. As he drew his knee up, he felt his inner thigh press against his painfully erect member. The slight friction sent shivers through his body.

"Perfect," Isabella praised, moving around him to capture different angles. "Now, don't press against your manhood, its going to hurt you know. Bring it out."

Primo hesitantly obeyed, he pulled it out with his other hand. He bit his lip hard, as he felt his penis was pointing up.

Primo trying desperately to maintain control. But his body had been pushed to the limit. His face burning with humiliation behind the mask. The pose left him completely vulnerable, his most intimate areas on display. He could feel his arousal building to unbearable levels.

"Hold that pose," Isabella called out, snapping away rapidly.

His face burning with shame behind the mask. The new position caused his penis to jut out prominently, his arousal impossible to hide. A thin strand of precum stretched from his tip to his thigh, glistening in the bright studio lights.

The pressure of his thigh against his sensitive flesh became too much. Primo felt the familiar tight

He tried desperately to think of anything else - math equations, baseball statistics - but it was no use. His body had been pushed past its limits.

The shutter clicked rapidly as she captured shot after shot. Primo's face burned with shame behind the mask as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

His breath came in ragged gasps.

The tension in Primo's body built to an unbearable level. He tried to hold back, to maintain some shred of dignity, but it was futile. With a strangled cry muffled by the mask, Primo felt himself pushed over the edge.

His hips bucked involuntarily as waves of intense pleasure coursed through him.

Will he finally let it all out?