“If I tell you, will you be obedient?” He asked.

Obedient. It wasn’t a word that was used in normal everyday conversation. What did he mean by it? I was afraid to know.

“It depends on what you mean by obedient.” My expression was cold and serious.

He sighed deeply and it seemed to resonate throughout his body, starting with the dipping of his shoulder blades and followed by a brief limpness that rolled down the rest of him.

“You’re at OWBA.” He said with a hint of dread in his voice. I looked at him strangely so he continued. “The Organization for Wild Blood Auctions.” He paused yet again, sensing my lingering confusion. “You’re going to be offered at auction to high profile vampires.”

OWBA, I thought to myself. The name wasn’t familiar. I shouldn’t be surprised with as little as I knew about vampire culture.

“Auctioned? . . . Like for dinner?” I stumbled over the question, feeling apprehensive yet silly at the same time for asking it.

“It’s a death sentence. Don’t worry.” He assured me, speaking more calmly this time as if he somehow knew that would comfort me.

“Oh.” I replied, taking a step towards the wall.

He gave me direction as to how to stand while he snapped several photos of my nude body, face forward and profile. It was a much more detailed process than I had expected. He started with full body photos and then went on to photograph various parts of my body individually.

The photo session felt like it took forever, and though I knew that I shouldn’t be uncomfortable, I couldn’t help it with all of the strange photos that were taken. He took pictures of my face, my neck, my chest, my stomach, my wrists, my back, my butt, and my genitals.

It was the first time I had ever taken nudes. I had thought about taking them several times before, but figured that there was no good reason. I’d never have the balls to show them to any girls. I was too ashamed of my . . . smallness, for lack of a better word. I was a small guy, and consequently not much was out of proportion. In fact, I felt like I was under endowed for my physique.

It was something that had been the cause of a large amount of depression in my life. I worried frequently about if girls would reject me because of it. You always hear about girls wanting guys with big dicks. I didn’t have much to offer in that department.

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