The Artist: Collection

By H. K. Kiting

Six short tales of the Adam Seville Studio, a small place in New York that holds private showings, by invitation only, of the latest work by the artist. Not satisfied with the typical materials used in the art world, Adam incorporates living men into his pieces. It’s interactive, sensual work that makes the model wonder if they are a permanent part of the exhibit.

Connor Jackson delivers himself to the studio for a project Adam titles “Silver Skin.” That coloring is just temporary. Isn’t it?

Connor experiences bondage like nothing he ever has before for Adam’s project called “Canvas.” And once you’re helpless, even something like breathing can be taken out of your hands…

For “Statuary,” Adam enlists Kip to literally be joined with Connor. Adam proves that when it comes to human statues, two is better than one.

Connor is put into over-the-top bondage for “The Cube.” This time though, he’s not just kept on the studio floor. Adam takes him to his upstairs bedroom where things get a kinky start.

For Adam’s project “The Burrito,” Kip and Connor are made one again with bondage and breath control that takes them to the edge of pleasure and fear.

In the finale, Connor is now living with a listless Adam who seems to have lost his passion for art. Then Adam realizes what he needs is one last exhibit “Wired” – with himself as the model and Connor as the artist.

Enjoy these gay adult tales of sex, bondage, art, peril play, encasement, breath control, and romance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: SexyFic.com
• Release date: Sep 7, 2015
• ISBN: 9781516368969

H. K. Kiting

H. K. Kiting is an erotica writer with dozens of titles that he has shared with the world. While dabbling in straight erotica, he specializes in gay erotica with a kinky twist. When he isn't writing, he enjoys doing "research," spending time with his husband, reading, and working out.

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The Artist: Collection

By H. K. Kiting

Copyright (c) 2015, H. K. Kiting

All rights reserved

Silver Skin

by H. K. Kiting

Connor missed the entrance to the studio the first time that he passed it, and he had to backtrack half a block once he realized his mistake.

The sign on the door said Adam Seville Studio, but it was such faint, small lettering that it was easy to overlook.

He paused with his hand on the knob and took a deep breath. Connor had already received half of an insanely large payment, and he had agreed via email to the conditions of the job. It still wasn’t too late to back out though.

Connor shook his head. It was going to be a strange experience and adventure. It was only one night, and more money than he’d make in six months of tips at the bar. He opened the door and went inside.

The place was roomier that he expected from looking at the outside. The building was narrow and sandwiched between two larger structures, but whoever had designed the interior had made the most of it. The main floor was a wide-open studio space with hardwood flooring. There was a spiral staircase in the corner that went up to a second-floor loft and continued up to a smaller balcony at what would be the third-floor level. The actual ceiling was far above Connor’s head.

There wasn’t anybody around, and he was just about to call out when he heard footsteps from the loft. A very handsome face appeared over the edge and shouted down to Connor.

Hello, I’m Adam, he said. I’ll be right down.

The voice was rich and mellow, with just a hint of an Irish accent. The man disappeared again, and Connor paced around the studio while he waited.

There weren’t many things to see. Three video cameras on tripods were clustered in a corner. They were obviously turned off with their lenses capped. One wall had a huge photo of a man covered in a rainbow of body paint. After looking at it for a minute, he was sure that it was Adam, who had just spoken to him.

What made him the most curious was the pole sitting in the middle of the room. It was a thick, metal pipe a few inches in diameter and about five feet tall, connected to a heavy-looking round base about a yard across. The pole and base had been painted or chromed somehow so that they gleamed silver in the track lights that were aimed at them. There was a large box sitting next to the base that had been equally coated to give it a silver-metal appearance.

As Connor heard footsteps on the stairs, it occurred to him that it looked like a Festivus pole, one of those joke winter holiday things.

I see you’re admiring your foundation, Adam said as he reached the bottom of the stairs and crossed to where Connor was standing. Adam Seville, he said with a smile as he extended his hand.

Connor Jackson, Connor replied as they shook. Did you say, ‘my foundation’?

I did, Adam replied. I’ll be securing you to the pole for tonight’s project.

Connor chuckled nervously. Adam looked him over with eyes that seemed to twinkle with glee.

Adam was younger than Connor had expected, and much better looking. His hair was jet black, and he was wearing a tight green t-shirt that showed off bulging muscles and arm skin covered with freckles.

You agreed to be my model tonight, and I want to thank you for that. The contract outlined the basics of what to expect. As I promised, you’ll receive the other half of your payment when you depart. Do you need to use the restroom before we get started?

Connor shook his head, starting to feel a little more nervous. It was really going to happen. He somehow didn’t expect things to move so quickly. No, I’m fine. What exactly is the project that I’ll be part of?

A friend of a friend had made the connection for Connor. Adam Seville was looking for models, and he would pay a lot for a single session of work. He was particular though, and luckily Connor was right up his alley. Seville wanted young, fit, good-looking men who were open to extreme bondage and breath control.

Connor was more than open to it. He was nuts about that kind of stuff, the more hardcore the better. But that had always been with men that he knew and trusted. Here he was putting his life in the hands of someone he didn’t know at all.

I’d like to let it unfold as we go along, Adam said. He went to the video cameras and started setting them up, taking the caps off the lenses and aiming them at the pole. You can trust me completely; I give you my word. You’ll walk out of here tired, but intact and unharmed.

All three cameras were recording, with a green indicator light to show it. Adam stepped up to Connor and put his hands on his shoulders. He squeezed them gently and said, Just relax and enjoy yourself. You’re going to be a work of art like no other.

Adam gestured toward one of the cameras. Go ahead and say your name for the record.

I’m Connor Jackson, he said, not sure if he should look directly at the camera or not.

And why are you here, Connor? Adam prompted him.

I’m here to be part of an art project, Connor replied.

Titled Silver Skin, Adam continued. He peeled his own shirt off, and Connor gaped when he got a look at him. He was beautiful.

Take your shirt off too, Connor, Adam instructed him.

Connor gave the cameras a glance, and Adam told him, Look at me or off into space. Forget the cameras.

Connor nodded and pulled his shirt off over his head. Adam took the shirt from him with one hand and ran the other up and down Connor’s mostly-smooth torso.

Perfect, Adam murmured with a dreamy smile on his lips. You’re perfect, Connor.

Thank you, Connor replied with a grin.

Adam went to the box, opened the lid, and dropped their shirts inside. Take your shoes and socks off now, Adam commanded.

Connor complied, and continued to strip as Adam told him to. He followed with his jeans and underwear, and even took off the chain he was wearing around his neck. Adam deposited it all into the box for safekeeping.

Next Adam pulled out a small rug, unfolded it, and spread it out on the floor in front of Connor. While Connor positioned himself on it with his legs spread, Adam took out a bottle of silver fluid. He snapped it onto a battery-operated spray nozzle and sat it down between Connor’s feet.

Connor was surprised how quickly he got comfortable with the idea of being filmed, while naked, from three directions at once.

Adam knelt down in front of Connor on his knees, and he drew the tip of Connor’s cock into his mouth. Adam sucked in the length of him, and gently tongued and teased Connor until his cock was a rock-hard shaft.

Connor looked down at Adam sucking him. Adam’s muscular neck and shoulders rippled, and his powerful jaws holding Connor’s cock were being so gentle with it. His cock surged at the sight.

Without taking Connor’s cock out of his mouth, Adam reached down for the sprayer and started to mist Connor’s feet with it. Connor was expecting the coloring to be cold, but it wasn’t a shock at all. In fact, once it was on his skin it was slightly warm.