This is my 4mo Transformation. The photo on the left was taken back in December. I continued to get fatter until Feb 01. Then cut tell the end of June. The picture on the right is at the beginning of June. I’m currently in a re-comp phase. Goal is to gain back some lost muscle from the cut while lowering my body fat %. I may do this for another month or 6 months we will just have to see where the road of life takes me.
Male models have the best life, right? So much can change in a year. Here you can see a short line to success as a male model. Do you even remember being the inferior insecure boy who came into my modeling agency on one of our monthly open calls? Sure you could work as waif catalogue teen model, but we saw your potential towards a more lucrative future.
After being signed you understood. Well, with the help of some complimentary mind and body altering “vitamins” and visits with the agency’s doctors- you grew to understand. You loved visiting your new therapist and going under. He said you loved your new body including those abs you are working so hard to sculpt, and especially loved the pec implants the agency paid for. You loved showing them off on every assignment. There was never any need to button up any shirt - unless requested by a client. The client is always right - you knew that.
You soon went on many client interviews - always arriving with your chest and abs exposed. Clients deserve to see the goods, right? They also deserve to touch the goods. They just wanted to make sure they felt perfect. You knew that.
With each client you met, you fell in love and lust, hoping each one might select you as their boy. That’s what you learned every male model really wanted: to be a trophy boy for a wealthy older man. You remember those meetings? Those interviews almost felt like dates (you longed to show each one what a whore you could be if given the chance - and did on every interview).
Then, after a few months the agency said you were ready for a special catalogue. You remember they took great pains to get the photos just right as most of the clients would be using these photos instead of interview for their selections. Some photos even showed you covering your pecs. What’s the point you thought but you never question the commands of an agent.
Soon after those photos were taken your vitamins changed as did the files you listened to when you slept. Your remember don’t you? No? Well you became much more submissive with strong desires to comply, and an even stronger desire to serve and service incredibly powerful and wealthy middle eastern alpha men. If only you could have your ideal job of being a house boy in the Middle East. Well, more than a houseboy. You wanted to be a slave to a wealthy Arab man.
Then, one day you fell asleep in your therapist’s office and when you awoke you were in your fantasy. You felt like you really were a house slave to a wealthy Arab man. House slaves stand in a row waiting to be called upon. Male and female slaves. You were the only blond but each slave was stunningly beautiful. Even when the Arab master used the pool, you and the other slaves stood at the edge of the pool waiting to be called upon to play and serve master as he splashed around. Seems like a dream doesn’t it? I mean, your mind is hazy thanks to the vitamins you take, the files he tells you to listen to and the words he whispers. That was until a few days ago. You remember? The wealthy older man introduced his son to the row of slaves. The young man told you to approach and you knelt at his feet. You then heard him say some words and your life changed. Your dedication shifted to this handsome young heir and within minutes you were in his bed chamber being fucked hard and hearing your new life dictated in your ears. Slave in his bed, best friend in public streets of Dubai, boyfriend when with his family and husband back in Los Angeles. You still feel fuzzy and often have a huge smile on your face. It feels great to be your young master’s one and only slave. It’s a dream come true. Male models have the best life, right?
“The greatest fear in the world is the opinions of others. And the moment you are unafraid of the crowd you are no longer a sheep,you become a lion. A great roar arises in your heart,the roar of freedom.”
