Bruno's face was pure ecstasy as he blew his load staring at that beautifully erotic sculpture of Chad centering the football while Alex the quarterback popped Chad's cherry. He sighed as he pulled his sweat shirt down over his crotch to cover the huge wet stain.
Chad was mortified. He was now not just screwed by Alex and that fucked up artist boyfriend, but now he was wanking porn for that swim fag Bruno. Gawd, now Bruno was taking photos with his phone. Now everyone in town would know, he would be wanking material for all the closet cases. One week? That was what the "maestro" said was when he would free Alex, that would be Chad's chance to escape. He focused on an escape plan. He barely noticed Bruno walk away from the window.
Alex edging was starting to get annoying. He enjoyed it for the first few hours, but now he just wanted to cum. The hot guy in the sweats blowing his load in his pants only infuriated Alex more. This nobody was orgasming looking at Alex screwing Chad, and Alex still hadn't orgasmed, and probably wouldn't for a whole week. He was in agony. He didn't once consider the agony that Chad was experiencing too with Alex's shaft stretching his virgin hole for a week.
Chad's plotting ended suddenly as he felt a warm sticky index finger drawing on his naked back. The shape was familiar. It had to be Bruno drawing the penis on Chad's cold fiberglass back.
"Don't touch!" Marge shrieked.
"Sorry? Um, how much for copy?" Bruno asked withdrawing his hand from the artwork.
"More than you can afford," Marge snapped as she grabbed a spray bottle and soft towel to wipe away Bruno's sticky smudges.
"I meant a 1/8 or 1/16 th scale."
"Oh. The maestro only makes life-size sculptures. The copies are cast from the original. This is an original."
"Wonder if they posed for it?" Bruno muttered under his breath.
Marge heard, "Don't know about the center, but the quarterback is the douche who's been hanging around for over a month trying to get into the artist's bed. Guess he posed for it. He's such a narcissist, I can't imagine him posing with another model. If he hadn't had a ticket to Hawaii, I bet he would be here now leaning against the head of the center so as to emphasize his half of the sculpture."
Alex was pissed. As soon as he could talk again, he would get that harridan fired. Though she was right. He had already thought about how he would stand to block Chad's face and body to emphasize his own when he was human again in the gallery with one of the copies.
"You know you could make a fortune with small desktop or tabletop copies. My dad owns a factory with scanning and three D printing capabilities. Bet he could make you a few hundred or thousand copies to sell for a fraction of the life-size ones, and make ten times as much."
"The maestro isn't interested in the money, he's," Marge started to say.
"Interested in sharing my art with as many people as possible," said the artist from behind Marge and Bruno.
"Oh, sir. I thought you and Alex were in Hawaii?"
"I sent Alex ahead. I want to oversee making the copies. Now, young man, your proposal intrigues me."