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This is a work of fiction. All characters are adults. Contains explicit adult content and sexual scenes. For mature readers only.
Seng was twenty-four, a breathtaking specimen of raw masculinity from a quiet riverside village in Laos. His body was carved by years of brutal farm labor—broad, powerful shoulders, thick slabs of pecs, deeply etched eight-pack abs glistening with sweat, tree-trunk thighs, and between his legs swung a heavy, veiny monster cock that made even the boldest village girls weak. Every evening he dominated the dirt soccer field, muscles rippling, sweat pouring down his golden skin. Women craved him. Men envied him.
His girlfriend Noy knew exactly what she had. One sweltering night she lay spread-eagled on their bamboo bed, fingers plunging into her dripping pussy.
“Come destroy me, Seng. I need that fat cock splitting me open right now.”
Seng grinned wolfishly and dropped his shorts. His massive dick sprang free, already rock-hard and leaking. “You’re such a greedy little cumslut for me, Noy. Beg properly.”
“Please, Seng… ram that huge Laotian cock into my tight cunt and fuck me stupid,” she whimpered.
He grabbed her hair and shoved his throbbing length down her throat, face-fucking her until thick ropes of saliva ran down her chin and dripped onto her bouncing tits. Then he flipped her onto all fours and slammed balls-deep into her soaking pussy in one savage thrust. “Fuuuuck, your cunt is gripping me like a velvet fist!” He pounded her mercilessly—long, brutal strokes that made her scream. “Harder, Daddy! Wreck my pussy! Fill me with your thick cum!”
Seng spanked her ass red, pulled her hair, and railed her through multiple squirting orgasms before flooding her womb with jet after jet of hot seed. He took her ass next, stretching her until she sobbed in pleasure, then painted her insides again. By morning, Noy could barely walk, but she kissed him and whispered, “Go chase your dream in the city, baby. I’ll be waiting for more of this.”
When his city friend Vong offered him a modeling interview with the legendary Lan—former Mister Laos and now an international supermodel—Seng was terrified but excited. Noy rode him one last time that night, slamming down on his cock while moaning, “Fuck other people if you have to… just remember who this pussy belongs to.”
In Vientiane, Seng entered the sleek, air-conditioned office. Lan sat behind a large marble desk, impeccably dressed in a tailored black shirt that hugged his sculpted physique. He was thirty-two, devastatingly handsome, with sharp features, piercing eyes, and an aura of commanding sexuality.
“Good afternoon, Seng. Thank you for coming in today,” Lan began formally, his voice smooth and professional. He stood and shook Seng’s hand firmly. “Please, have a seat. I’ve reviewed the photos your friend Vong sent. You have an exceptional presence—strong bone structure, excellent proportions. Tell me about your background and why you want to pursue modeling.”
Seng sat nervously, his muscular thighs straining against his jeans. “I’ve worked on my family’s rice farm my whole life, sir. I play soccer every evening. I’m healthy and strong… I thought maybe this could be a new opportunity for me and my family.”
Lan nodded, smiling politely. “Admirable. Physical fitness is crucial in this industry. Do you have any experience in front of the camera? Any runway or commercial work?” They discussed basic modeling requirements, portfolio potential, and contract details for nearly twenty minutes—purely professional.
Then Lan leaned back, eyes darkening slightly. “Now, let’s move to more personal matters. I like to know the full person behind the body. Are you in a relationship?”
“Yes, sir. I have a girlfriend back in the village. Her name is Noy.”
“And how long have you been together?” Lan asked, voice still measured but with a hint of curiosity.
“Three years. She’s very supportive of me coming here.”
Lan’s gaze traveled slowly down Seng’s broad chest. “You’re a very attractive young man. I imagine you receive a lot of attention. Have you always been so… physically gifted?” He gestured vaguely at Seng’s muscular frame. Seng shifted, feeling the heat in the room rise. “I work hard, sir. The farm keeps me in shape.”
Lan stood and walked around the desk, perching on the edge directly in front of Seng. The formal tone began to slip. “Tell me more about your personal life, Seng. Are you sexually active? How often?”
Seng swallowed. “Quite active, sir. Almost every day with Noy… and sometimes others.”
“Others?” Lan raised an eyebrow, a small smirk forming. “So you’re not strictly monogamous?”
“No, sir. We have an open understanding. I enjoy sex a lot.”
Lan’s voice dropped lower, more intimate. “And have you ever been with men? Be honest. This industry can be… demanding. I need to know how open-minded you are.”
Seng’s heart pounded. “A few times, sir. Back in the village… some older men paid me small amounts. Nothing serious, just… physical.”
Lan’s eyes gleamed with hunger. The professional mask was gone. “Good. Very good. For the final part of this evaluation, I need to see the full potential of your body. Strip. Everything off. I want to assess you completely—muscle tone, skin quality, proportions… and yes, your sexual attributes. This is standard for high-end campaigns, especially underwear and erotic editorials.”
Seng hesitated only a moment before standing and slowly removing his clothes. His shirt came off first, revealing his sculpted torso. Then his jeans and underwear. His heavy cock hung thick and low, already twitching under Lan’s intense stare. He stood completely naked, powerful muscles on full display, cock slowly thickening.
“Magnificent,” Lan breathed, stepping closer. He ran both hands over Seng’s pecs, thumbs circling the hardening nipples. “These muscles… perfect for photography.” His hands slid lower, tracing every ridge of Seng’s abs, then gripping the V-lines that pointed to his now fully hard cock. “And this…” Lan wrapped a strong hand around the thick shaft, stroking slowly from base to leaking tip. “Exceptionally large and beautiful. Thick veins… heavy balls. You’re going to photograph like a god.”
Seng groaned as Lan pumped him expertly. “Sir… that feels so good.”
“Call me Lan,” the older man whispered, dropping to his knees. He took Seng’s cock into his mouth in one smooth motion, sucking greedily, tongue swirling around the swollen head while he massaged the heavy balls. “Mmm… delicious. Such a thick village cock.” He bobbed deeper, gagging himself, spit dripping everywhere.
Seng gripped Lan’s hair, hips bucking. “Fuck… your mouth is amazing, Lan.”
Lan stood, shedding his own clothes to reveal his lean, athletic body and long, rock-hard cock. “Now it’s time for the real test. I’m going to fuck you, Seng. I want to feel how well this perfect body performs under pressure. Bend over the couch.”
He ate Seng’s ass with filthy hunger—tongue spearing the tight hole, fingers stretching him open while stroking Seng’s dripping cock. “So fucking tight… I’m going to ruin this hole.”
When Lan finally pushed his thick cock inside, Seng gasped. “It’s too big—fuck!” But Lan went slow at first, then built into powerful, deep strokes. “Take every inch, you muscle slut. This ass is mine now.”
The fucking turned feral. Lan pounded harder and faster, balls slapping loudly. “You like that, don’t you? Big city cock destroying your farm-boy hole!” Seng pushed back, moaning shamelessly. “Yes! Fuck me harder, Lan! Wreck my ass! Use me like your personal whore!”
Lan flipped him onto his back, legs over shoulders, and railed him mercilessly while stroking Seng’s cock. “Cum for me, boy. Shoot that load while I breed you.” Seng exploded first—thick ropes of cum splattering across his own abs and chest. His hole clenched violently around Lan, milking him until Lan roared and pumped load after load of hot cum deep inside Seng’s guts.
They collapsed, sweaty and spent. Lan kissed him possessively. “You’re hired. And you’re mine. My exclusive kept boy. That cock and that ass belong to me whenever I want.”
Seng’s modeling career exploded—international campaigns, runway shows, magazine covers. But every night he returned to Lan’s luxury apartment to be used again and again: bent over, on his knees, ridden until he begged and came hands-free from prostate abuse.
“Whose hole is this?” Lan would growl while pounding him senseless.
“Yours, Daddy! Fill your cumslut with more cum!” Seng would cry, addicted to the pleasure.
From simple village stud to world-famous supermodel and Lan’s personal, cock-hungry fucktoy—Seng had never been more alive, more desired, or more thoroughly satisfied.
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