Chad was screaming as he felt Alex penetrate him. Alex's cock was huge. At least an inch more in diameter than the steel rod, maybe more. He felt it press against his sphincter, and his cock popped erect, as his balls tightened.
Alex was surprised at how soft and warm Chad's blue hole felt. Chad seemed more solid than before. He was pumping in and out, it felt so good. He didn't notice his skin turning blue around his crotch or the color rapidly spreading across his entire body.
"Hike! Say "Hike!" commanded the artist.
"Hike!" shouted Alex as he started to orgasm.
The whistle blew.
Everything stopped. Alex couldn't pull out, he couldn't cum. He just stood there with his cock buried in Chad's ass with his fingers touching Chad's fingers and the ball. He was aware. He was a statue now. Not just a statue, but part of a statue. He and Chad were one hollow blue fiberglass statue now. Oh, but his orgasm was frozen too. It felt so good. He wanted it to last forever, but he didn't. He wanted to thank the artist, and to pound him. In four hours they were supposed to be on flight to Hawaii. Now, now, he was his boyfriend's latest masterpiece.
Still his lover promised to free him in a week, and he was enjoying himself. It would be cool to have a statue in their bedroom of Alex fucking Chad. Alex was contemplating the next pose for Chad. Touchdown? Spiking the ball? Or with arms raised in victory? Hm? He was sort of mad that his lover hadn't asked. If he had, Alex probably would have said yes, anyway.
Chad was screaming in silence, while Alex was orgasming.
He was totally fucked. No one would believe he hadn't modeled for the artist. And everyone would think that he willingly posed with Alexs cock up his ass. Damn, he was totally fucked. He could never explain what happened. They were just going to keep posing him in new positions making more molds and selling the copies. His life was hell.
The sun rose. The gallery worker opened up.
"Oh, my! The maestro has been busy. But it should be on a pedestal, and maybe in the front window?" said the gallery worker aloud. "I'll have Grover and Sam help me move it, when they get here to crate up the sculptures we sold last night."
NO! screamed Chad. The Artist's Gallery was right across the street from the Malt Shop where everyone when he knew hung out. They would be bound to see him, if he was in the front window.
Yes, moaned Alex. He was a natural exhibitionist, and knew that Chad's teammates all hung out at the restaurant across from the gallery. He wanted Chad's teammates to see Chad being topped by the crosstown team rival's quarterback. Hm, maybe after Hawaii, Alex would let the artist pose him with Chad again. Tackle? Dog pile? That would require more jocks, and that really appealed to Alex. Harry with his cock in Chad's mouth, and Alex's up his ass, and maybe Rod catching Chad's cock partway into his mouth? How Alex loved being the Artist's muse. He couldn't wait to tell the Artist his ideas. But after Hawaii, he promised himself.
It was midday when Sam and Grover started to move the new sculpture on top of a platform on wheels.
"Man this is unwieldy."
"Just be careful not to break it. It's an original. Can't you tell?"
"Oof, heavier than it looks."
"Okay, now wheel it to the main window. I think it will look perfect on the pedestal, don't you?" gushed the gallery worker.
"Sure, Marge, whatever you say."
They wheeled the two youths in mid coitus into the front of the shop. Daylight streamed in.
Chad wanted to scream again. This time Sam grabbed his erect cock as a grip, as Grover reached between Alex's thighs, and grabbed Chad's nuts. Then the lifted. Sam also had a hand on Chad's chest, and Grover's forearm supported Alex, and Chad's thighs. Grover's other hand guided Alex's hip and Chad's hip. They lifted the sculpture onto the platform pedestal. A passing woman stopped and gawked. The men and the dolly were gone. The gallery worker disappeared into the back of the shop. People kept walking by. Many stopped and gawked. Chad would have blushed bright red if he could have.
Alex was bit pissed that the spectators seemed to focus on Chad more than on him.
A shadow covered the glass. It was someone Chad knew. He felt humiliated. His humiliation increased, as the guy in sweatpants looking at him not only popped a boner, but the guy started jerking off as he looked at Alex mounting Chad.