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âThey wanted me to take modelling more seriouslyâŚ.â He was cut off when George begun choking him more tightly, and could feel his cock throbbing at the feeling. ââŚ..and if you were mine, and they tried to remove you, iâd just threaten to leave as well.â He continued once he was able to speak again. âWhat can I say? Been a while since a true man has touched me.â He said in a teasing tone. âBut that all depends if you can truly treat me the way I want to be treated, now doesnât it?â Dylan said in a suggestive tone as he pushes into Georgeâs hand once more. âSo, you have two options,  either be the man I wan and save your career, or leave and probably end up as a cheap porn star.â He smirked knowing it would press Georgeâs buttons like it did before.
This little shit was really blackmailing him. It had George smile some, reminded him of himself back in his younger days. âSo tell me, what exactly would it include to be, what you call, being âyoursâ?â He rose a brow while he once again squeezed the mans throat, just for a moment. He slowly pressed his own naked body into the man, his own dick half hard just at the thought of a nice pounding. Being a model was stressful, especially when his career was ending. âOh, believe me, if I ended up in porn I would be anything but cheap. This as can easily take a nice cock.â He winked shortly before he gave Dylan another close look. He then kissed Dylan deeply. It wasnât a sweet or lovely kiss, but passionate, still somewhat angry. He bit Dylans lower lip when he pulled away, rather hard actually. âI think we should move this somewhere else though.â














