Clay walked into the mansion a little hesitantly when the Frenchman told him to strip naked.He felt awkward being asked by a dude to strip. He wasn't a homophobe or anything. He just didn't like the idea of being naked in from of strange men. And what would be stranger than the french. "Do I really have to be completely naked now?" Clay asked cautiously. "Can't I wait for Rene?"
"Well, if you're shy, we have a towel you can use until she gets here." Rene had to prevent himself from laughing at the irony. Sometimes his name did have its advantages. Rene pulled a clean white towel from a small basket that sat at the corner of the entrance to the studio and hand it to Clay. Clay thanked him and began to strip.
He took off his khaki shirt and Rene stared at the strong, muscular build of the 18 year old swimmer. He had large pecs and thick arms. His torso was thick and well toned. Rene watched dreamily at Clay's strong body as the tang top was taken off.
"You work out?"
"Yeah. A lot actually. Thinking of becoming a body builder." Clay said absentmindedly. Clay wrapped the towel around his waist after discarding his cargo pants. Rene was just disappointed he didn't get to see everything. "So when will Rene get here?"
"Soon. Soon. Just wait here for a minute." Rene said, leaving the studio. As he did he closed the door and flipped a switch that was on his watch. It was an...insurance policy to ensure that every model would...comply with directions. Clay never even heard the gas seeping into the studio. He just looked around the artwork that was displayed around the room.
There were several statues of young bronze men. They were all athletes Clay could tell. Some of them looked like skinny, slim wrestlers while others looked like strong body builders. There were some statues made of clay and others or marble. But what struck Clay the most about these statues were the fact they were all nude.
"The fresh have strange tastes." he muttered to him, ruffling his short brown hair.
Rene then entered the room with what appeared to be a can of spray and a bucket of a strange gray material. Clay assumed it was clay.
"Rene has told me to begin." the blond said. "Now if you would please, take off your towel and briefs."
"Ok," Clay said without a second thought. He took off his towel and slid out of his briefs. Rene examined the nude stud. He had a perfect build. Strong, muscular, cut. Clay was also handsome and young. Exactly what Rene was looking for. It wasn't until Clay noticed Rene was staring at him that he realized he had willingly stripped to the nude. "Uh..."
"Don't be shy Clay. Where's that smile." Instantly Clay smiled sheepishly. "Now if you would please stand still while I begin spraying you with this gel."
"Ok." he said verbally. Mentally however, Clay asked himself 'what the hell? What gel?'
Rene shook the can and began spraying a thin layer on the stud's body. Clay blushed when he realized just how thorough the Frenchman was being. He felt cold hands fondle his sack. "Oh geez." he gasped, hands reaching to his crotch.
"It's nothing to worry about. Just keep your hands by your sides."
"Sure. Sorry."
"No problem."
'The hell is going on?' Clay screamed in his head. 'Why am I listening to this guy?' Clay felt the cold gel spray into his ass and he gasped. But that was it. His body, despite what he screamed at it, didn't respond.
"Close your eyes." The cool sticky spray created a thin, oily skin layer on Clay's face, finishing his body spray. "There. How does it feel?"
"Like oil. What is this stuff?"
"Just something to help with the modeling." Rene walked over to the bucket and pulled out a thick slab of clay. He molded it like silly puddy. Stretching and mending it smoothly. Rene approached Clay, who stepped back a bit.
"Wait a second. What's that?"
"Just a special kind of clay. Now please, hold still while I apply it on."
"Sure." Clay said, stepping back into a stand position. 'No! Get that stuff away from me. I didn't sign up for this? What are you doing to me? Get the stuff off. I said-Oh geez that's cold.'
Ten minutes later, Clay was covered from head to toe in what appeared to be a latex like clay. It clung to his skin like a second layer and when he moved and flexed his muscles, the clay moved around with him. It was like there wasn't anything on him at all. He was awed.
"Now, just wait here while I go check on Rene" the Frenchman told him. Clay smiled and agreed. As Rene felt, Clay had to thing of what happened to him. How did he willing obey everything the Frenchman told him? Why was it when he talked, Clay's body obeyed like a puppet on strings. This was just too confusing.
While Clay was contemplating his body's behavior, he had no idea a special gas was being expelled into the room.