Damian’s gaze flicked downward, noticing the jeans still bunched around Colt’s ankles. "We can’t leave him like this," he mused, lips curving into a mischievous smile as he turned toward Aidan. "Help me get these off. Hold him steady from behind."
Aidan hesitated, his breath uneven as he processed the request. "Wouldn’t it be easier to just wake him up for a second?" he asked, a hint of nervous laughter escaping his lips.
"Where’s the fun in that?" Damian countered smoothly, already gesturing for Aidan to move. "Come here. Hold him firmly around the waist."
Aidan swallowed hard and stepped closer, his fingers brushing over Colt’s oiled back as he positioned himself behind the frozen figure. But before he could get a proper grip, Damian’s voice stopped him.
"Wait. First, let’s fix something." Damian’s gaze roamed over Aidan’s body, and without warning, he tugged at the hem of Aidan’s T-shirt. "This will get ruined if you leave it on."
Aidan’s eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t resist as Damian peeled the shirt over his head, the fabric grazing his arms before falling to the floor. The studio’s warm lighting bathed Aidan’s athletic frame—broad shoulders, defined pecs, and a taut abdomen that flexed subtly with each breath. Beads of sweat mixed with the oil on his fingertips as he stood exposed, flushed but undeniably aroused.
"There," Damian said, voice dripping with approval as he traced Aidan’s chest briefly with his gaze. "Now, you’re ready."
Aidan’s pulse thundered in his ears as he moved back behind Colt, his bare chest pressing lightly against the firm, oiled expanse of Colt’s back. His hands slid around Colt’s waist, gripping just above the pelvis, fingers digging in enough to hold him steady.
Damian knelt, his hands hooking around the waistband of the jeans. "Hold him tight," he instructed, his tone suggestive, as if this were more than a practical request.
Aidan obeyed, his breath hitching as he felt every inch of Colt’s sculpted form beneath his hands. His body reacted instantly to the heat and tension, the firm press of his own erection straining against Colt’s unmoving body. His fingers trembled slightly, but he held on as Damian began working the denim down over Colt’s thighs.
"That’s it," Damian murmured, dragging the jeans lower with slow, deliberate movements, savoring every second. "Keep him steady, Aidan. I wouldn’t want him falling before we’ve finished."
With Colt’s jeans finally discarded, Damian straightened and smoothed his hands down his own thighs. His gaze flicked to the small stage across the room—a platform bathed in the warm glow of dim, ambient light, waiting like an altar. "Let’s move him," Damian commanded softly, his voice thick with anticipation. "Take him to the stage."
Aidan’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, his fingers tightening instinctively around Colt’s waist. The weight of the man against him, the slickness of their shared heat, was overwhelming, but he nodded. His bare chest pressed against the firm muscles of Colt’s back as he shifted to support his balance.
Damian watched for a moment, savoring the sight of Aidan struggling but determined, before walking over to a corner of the studio. His footsteps echoed faintly, punctuating the silence as he retrieved a sleek, adjustable metal pole from a rack. The smooth steel gleamed faintly, and Damian caressed it absentmindedly as he turned back toward them.
"Careful now," Damian murmured, eyes dark as sin as he approached. "Hold him tight, let him feel you guiding him. He belongs to both of us tonight." His gaze slid over Aidan’s sweat-dappled skin, drinking in the sight of his taut muscles working to support Colt.
Aidan gritted his teeth, each step forward sending a jolt of heat through his core as Colt’s oiled body pressed back into him. The drag of Colt’s weight against his arousal made it nearly impossible to focus, and his breath escaped him in ragged gasps. "He’s... heavier than he looks," Aidan muttered, voice strained.
Damian chuckled, his free hand reaching out to brush over Aidan’s lower back. "You’re doing perfectly. Just a few more steps. Feel how he responds to your strength."
Finally, they reached the edge of the stage, and Damian guided Aidan to position Colt upright in the center. "Don’t let go yet," Damian instructed, leaning in close enough for Aidan to feel his breath on his neck. "I need him steady while I set this up."
Damian knelt at the base of the pristine white platform, the steel of the telescopic pole cool and reflective under the dim lights. His fingers worked deftly as he secured the base into the center of the platform, twisting it into place with a practiced, confident motion. The sound of metal sliding against itself was faint, but in the charged air, it felt like a spark igniting something inevitable.
"Hold him steady, Aidan," Damian murmured, his voice silk and command blended into one. Aidan nodded, swallowing hard as he adjusted his grip around Colt’s waist, his fingers splayed across the warm, oiled skin. The weight of Colt’s body pressed against him, solid and intoxicating.
Damian smiled, satisfied with the base. "Now, let’s elevate him."
He reached for the extendable section of the pole, fingers wrapping firmly around it. Slowly, he began raising the segment, guiding it upward with deliberate precision. The tip of the pole, gleaming faintly with the faint sheen of oil, hovered just beneath Colt’s exposed, perfectly rounded ass.
"Spread him for me," Damian ordered softly, the heat in his voice unmistakable.
Aidan’s breath hitched as he obeyed, his hands trembling slightly as he slid them down to Colt’s hips and then further back. His fingers gripped the firm globes of Colt’s ass, pulling them apart to reveal the tight, inviting entrance that awaited the pole’s descent. His gaze locked on the sight, unable to look away as Damian adjusted the angle.
"Good," Damian purred, his fingers guiding the pole until its tip pressed gently against the entrance. "Keep him like that—open for me."
Aidan’s mouth went dry, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths as he held Colt steady. The cold metal made contact, and for a brief moment, Aidan’s fingers twitched, feeling the tension ripple through Colt’s body. He watched, entranced, as Damian slowly pushed the pole forward, the slick tip easing past the tight ring of muscle with minimal resistance.
"Fuck," Aidan breathed, unable to contain the word as he watched the pole disappear inch by inch.
Damian’s gaze flicked up to him, smirking. "See how perfectly he takes it? Like he was made for this."
The pole slid deeper, the slow, measured pace making Aidan’s pulse thunder in his ears. His fingers tightened around Colt’s cheeks, keeping them spread wide as the polished steel embedded itself further. The sheen of oil glistened along the stretched skin, every inch a masterpiece of contrast between hardness and submission.
"Almost there," Damian murmured, his voice thick. He gave the pole one final push, locking it into place deep inside Colt’s body. The air between them was electric, charged with shared accomplishment and unspoken hunger.
Damian rose to his feet, wiping his hands casually on a cloth as he turned to face Aidan. They both stood there for a moment, side by side, gazing at the now fully posed Colt. The soft studio light danced across his oiled, sculpted body, making every curve look like a deliberate work of art.
Aidan shifted, exhaling shakily. "I feel strange," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "The smell of that oil... it’s doing something to me."
"That’s perfectly normal," Damian said smoothly, stepping closer. His fingers brushed lightly along Aidan’s arm, a touch meant to comfort and control. "Come to me."
Without thinking, Aidan obeyed. His movements felt dreamlike as he stepped forward, coming to a halt directly in front of Damian. His gaze was unfocused, his breath slow and heavy, as if he were caught between reality and a haze of desire.
"You’ve been such a big help, Aidan," Damian murmured, his fingers brushing a stray curl from Aidan’s forehead. "But now, it’s your turn to join Colt. You want that, don’t you?"
Aidan’s lips parted, his voice emerging in a soft, distant murmur. "Yes... join Colt. I want to join Colt."
Damian’s smile was slow and predatory, his hand slipping down to cup the side of Aidan’s face. "That makes me very happy, Aidan." He reached for the bottle of oil, removing the cap with a soft pop. The rich, golden scent intensified as Damian held the bottle just beneath Aidan’s nose.
"Breathe it in," Damian whispered, his lips barely moving as his voice wrapped around Aidan like silk. "Smell how good it is. Feel how it calms you, relaxes you... lets you go."
Aidan inhaled deeply, his eyelids fluttering as the scent washed over him, drowning him in its warm, heady embrace. His shoulders sagged slightly, his body softening under the weight of Damian’s voice and the intoxicating scent.
"That’s it," Damian coaxed, bringing the bottle closer for another breath. "Let it take you. There’s nothing else you need to think about right now—just this moment, just how good it feels."
"So good," Aidan murmured, his lips barely moving, his body swaying faintly as if he were floating. The tension in his muscles melted, leaving him pliant under Damian’s touch.
"Exactly," Damian purred, his hand sliding down Aidan’s chest, savoring the smooth, heated skin beneath his fingertips. "Now, Aidan... let me prepare you. Just like Colt."
Damian lowered himself, his fingers grazing Aidan’s sides before he knelt and reached for the laces of Aidan’s white sneakers. His touch was gentle, but each movement carried intent. He untied the knots, slipping off the shoes one by one before peeling away the white socks, leaving Aidan barefoot against the cool studio floor.
"Let’s see what we have here," Damian whispered, his voice low as he straightened up and moved his hands to the button of Aidan’s jeans. With deliberate slowness, he unfastened each button, his fingers brushing tantalizingly against the fabric and the hardness straining beneath it.
"Still hard," Damian murmured, his tone laced with approval as he eased the waistband apart and peeked inside. "Very nice." He peeled the denim open, leaving the jeans hanging low on Aidan’s hips but not fully removing them yet. The teasing reveal heightened the tension, the exposed skin glowing softly under the studio lights.
"You’re so beautiful, Aidan," Damian said, his voice barely a whisper as he let his gaze roam over Aidan’s flushed skin and toned body. Aidan didn’t respond—his eyes were glazed, his breath shallow, his body swaying gently in the haze of desire and submission.
Damian slipped his hand into the tight confines of Aidan’s underwear, his fingers curling around the thick, pulsing shaft. He drew it out slowly, savoring the weight of it in his grip before exposing the rest of the package, cradling the full length and heavy balls outside the snug elastic band of Aidan’s underwear. The fabric cupped firmly beneath the base, pushing everything forward and leaving him fully exposed to the cool air.
"There we go," Damian purred, his thumb tracing along the underside of Aidan’s shaft, feeling it pulse beneath his touch. "Perfectly displayed, just like you deserve. Now, let me take care of the rest."
With a guiding hand on Aidan’s hip, Damian led him slowly to the left side of Colt’s frozen body, positioning him close enough that their skin almost touched. The cool air of the studio heightened the sensation, and Aidan’s breath came in shallow gasps as he awaited Damian’s next command.
"Touch him," Damian whispered, his voice a command wrapped in velvet. "Stroke his cock."
Aidan obeyed without hesitation, his left hand extending to grasp Colt’s rigid, oiled length. His fingers wrapped firmly around the thickness, and he began to stroke slowly, savoring the warmth that contrasted with the cool air around them. Each glide of his hand was deliberate, his thumb grazing the sensitive underside as he worked the shaft with increasing confidence.
Damian’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he stepped behind Aidan, taking his right hand and placing it gently on Colt’s broad shoulder. The gesture was casual, as if guiding Aidan into an intimate embrace. "Hold him like that," Damian murmured, his breath warm against the back of Aidan’s neck. "Let him feel you."
Aidan’s body shuddered, his erection pressing harder against Colt’s muscular thigh. The contact made his pulse race, his arousal swelling to the point of pain as he continued to stroke Colt, the oil making each motion slick and effortless.
"My students will love this," Damian whispered, his voice thick with pleasure. "I love this. There’s nothing quite like the feel of a new statue in the making."
With that, Damian’s hands moved to Aidan’s hips, fingers hooking into the waistband of his jeans. He slid them down slowly, along with Aidan’s underwear, exposing his fully aroused body to the cool air and the glow of the studio lights. The jeans and underwear slipped past his legs and were discarded completely, leaving Aidan fully exposed as Damian’s hands slid up the curve of his firm, rounded ass.
Aidan whimpered softly, his breath hitching as he rocked his hips gently, his ass swaying in slow, rhythmic movements while his hand continued to work Colt’s cock. His face was flushed, lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded with lust as he surrendered to the moment, lost in the trance Damian had woven around him.
"Just like that," Damian murmured, his hands tracing the curve of Aidan’s lower back. "You’re perfect, Aidan. Keep stroking him. Let yourself feel everything."
Damian reached for the bottle of oil again, the golden liquid gleaming as he tilted it over Aidan’s shoulders and let it cascade down his back. The warm oil dripped slowly along the defined ridges of muscle, trickling over his shoulder blades and pooling at the small of his back before continuing its descent over the firm swell of his ass. The rich scent intensified, the heady aroma filling the room and swirling through Damian’s senses like a drug.
"Yes... If only you could see yourself," Damian breathed, spreading his hands over Aidan’s oiled skin. His palms slid effortlessly, gliding over the sheen of his back as if smoothing over polished marble. The light caught every curve, every flex of muscle, making Aidan’s body glisten like a statue carved from obsidian.
Aidan shivered, his breath coming in soft, needy pants as Damian worked the oil into his skin, covering every inch of him. His fingers trembled around Colt’s cock, but he didn’t stop stroking, his movements slow and hypnotic as he surrendered completely to the sensations overwhelming him.
Damian stepped back to admire his work. Colt remained frozen in perfection, and beside him, Aidan moved languidly—his hand gliding up and down Colt’s rigid length, his hips shifting forward and back, his swollen cock rubbing against the hardness of Colt’s muscular thigh. The rhythm was slow, teasing, as if Aidan was caught in a dream he didn’t want to wake from.
""How close are you?" Damian asked softly, his gaze drinking in the sight of Aidan’s glazed eyes and flushed skin, his voice thick with desire.
"I’m close... fuck... it feels so good... just a little more. Please... don’t stop," Aidan moaned, his voice trembling as his hips pumped faster against Colt’s muscular thigh, his strokes on Colt’s cock becoming erratic with desperation.
Damian leaned in closer, his breath hot against Aidan’s ear. "Keep going. I want to see you let go completely."
"I can’t stop... fuck... I’m almost there," Aidan gasped, his body shuddering as the pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo. His fingers tightened around Colt’s slick shaft, stroking faster as his thighs trembled.
"Perfect... right on time," Damian murmured, his hand slipping into his pocket. From it, he produced a small, flat, round device, not much larger than a coin.
"Just a little more... I’m so close," Aidan groaned, his breath ragged as he thrust harder, his body trembling.
Damian approached silently, positioning himself behind Aidan. As Aidan’s moans grew louder, Damian pressed the smooth device against the back of his neck. His fingers tapped it twice, and the device adhered instantly to Aidan’s skin, barely noticeable amid the heat and sweat.
Aidan, lost in the trance of pleasure, didn’t flinch as the tiny needles embedded themselves beneath his skin, the device pulsing faintly.
"Fuck... fuck..." Aidan cried out, his body arching as the tension inside him reached its peak.
"Yes... just like that," Damian whispered, his voice a mix of admiration and hunger. He pressed the central button on the device, and a soft blue glow pulsed around its edges.
In an instant, Aidan’s body went rigid, the motion of his thrusts freezing mid-grind. His hand, still gripping Colt’s cock, remained perfectly still, every muscle in his body locked as if cast in stone. His face was frozen in a glassy, vacant expression—lips parted slightly, eyes staring forward and unfocused, the ecstasy forever etched onto his features like a master sculptor’s final touch.
The warm glow of the studio lights reflected off the sheen of oil coating his body, accentuating the tautness of his muscles. His chest, rising and falling just moments before, now stood perfectly still, the line of his pectorals gleaming like polished marble. The soft glimmer of sweat caught at his brow, creating a mesmerizing contrast between vitality and stillness.
Damian circled him slowly, his gaze lingering on the curve of Aidan’s ass, the way it flexed subtly where it had frozen mid-thrust. The glistening shaft of Aidan’s cock, pressed flush against Colt’s thigh, remained throbbing and erect, a silent testament to the moment of pleasure he had been captured in.
"Look at you," Damian whispered, his voice reverent as he reached out and let his fingertips graze along Aidan’s jawline. The touch was light, like tracing the edge of a fragile artifact. His thumb brushed over Aidan’s slightly parted lips, admiring the softness that stood in contrast to the rigidity of his body.
The faint hum of the blue-lit device on the back of Aidan’s neck added to the surreal atmosphere, pulsing gently as it maintained his suspended state. Damian moved lower, his hand ghosting down Aidan’s side, fingers curling briefly around his hip before continuing their descent to his thigh. The slick, oiled skin made each touch glide effortlessly, as if caressing something immortal.
"Beautiful," Damian breathed, circling him slowly to take in every inch of the immobilized masterpiece before him. "Exactly how I want you.""