Dmitri’s costume for the second act had started out as a matching set of silk pajamas, long pants and long sleeves. That’s what he was expecting, that’s what he agreed to. And that’s what he would’ve gotten, if the director hadn’t stumbled into Dmitri’s private room one night while the actor was changing out of costume. Hasty apologies were given and the door was quickly closed—the director had only seen a flash of Dmitri’s body. But that was enough for him to be hooked.
The next day, Dmitri arrived at rehearsal to find that the top of his matching costume had been swapped out for a tee, one that hugged him like a second skin the moment he put it on. His biceps bulged out of the short sleeves.
“The director asked us to whip up something a little more casual,” the costume designer said. Then he exchanged a glance with his assistant that Dmitri didn’t know how to read. But this tee wouldn’t do—he could barely move in it! The designer nodded.
The next day, the tee was replaced with a velvet smoking jacket. When Dmitri put it on, his chest peeked out from in-between its folds.
“Better mobility, but much less casual…” the costume designer mused. He and the director exchanged a few words. “How about if you just let it hang open?” So Dmitri played out that rehearsal with a tantalizing sliver of his torso on display from navel to collarbone.
But the smoking jacket still didn’t fit with the director’s vision. It was simply too formal! A sleeveless tank that contoured to every muscle in Dmitri’s body? No, too cliche. Then the director broached the subject of shirtlessness.
“We discussed this possibility during the audition process,” the director started diplomatically. And it was true, Dmitri didn’t really mind stripping to the waist for a moment or two. It just felt a little strange for his naked torso to be the first thing the audience sees when the curtain rises after intermission. But that concern was above his paygrade, really. He simply nodded, and the rehearsal went on with Dmitri in only his costume pants.
He only started getting concerned when those started shrinking, too.
First came the discussion about his underwear. “Now that the top is gone, we can see your waistband poking out of the bottoms.” The director and costumer made a big production of hemming and hawing over this immensely unsolvable problem. “Could you just wear the pants without any underwear?” And so Dmitri started freeballing in his costume, the soft silk rubbing along his shaft as he moved across the stage… and then instead of silk it was linen, thin enough to reveal an outline even while standing still, white enough to give a telling silhouette when Dmitri was unlucky enough to be backlit by those blinding stage lights.
On and on it went, through capris and bermudas and shorter still. For a few perilous days they experimented with underwear styles, boxers then briefs. These, Dmitri finally complained, were simply too short. With the way his castmates ogled him from the wings, the way his costar took every opportunity to slide her hands down his torso, up his newly bare legs… he felt practically naked. The director nodded as he lodged his complaints. “Of course, we’ll think of something else.”
It was only days before opening that Dmitri found out what “something else” actually was. This pair of shorts was longer, sure, but the thin white mesh was already almost completely transparent without needing any help from the lighting crew. He could see his dick poking through the fabric in his dressing room mirror. He couldn’t go out like this!
But the director was adamant. “We don’t have a backup for today,” he said, “and the critics are already in the audience for the previews!” Dmitri gritted his teeth. He didn’t see how this costume could possibly have made it past any level of the design process… but he needed this play to be a success. This was set to be his breakout role!
So he nodded, just once. “Anything to make the critics happy.”
And happy they were. As the curtain rose on act two, the audience was rapt, all eyes glued to the lead actor. His broad frame, furry chest trickling with sweat, swinging manhood—it radiated an undeniable machismo. The production was sure to get rave reviews. With sex appeal like this… The director’s mouth watered, and for the first time it wasn’t only with lust. He might actually be onto something here. But of course, he couldn’t leave his lead actor with a costume he felt uncomfortable with. The director assured Dmitri that come opening night, this scandalous see-through number would be gone.
And gone it was. Instead of performing in some skimpy little shorts, the director had decided that Dmitri would be reading out the entire second act completely naked from head to toe. It was, after all, what the critics had loved best.
Was it too late to add a sex scene? the director wondered. Surely not. At least, he could probably convince Dmitri that it was necessary for him to start the second act with an erection, right? His character was supposed to be just waking up, it would be only natural… The director’s mind span. But one thing was for sure: with ratings like these, his show would be running for a long time. Dmitri would make his name, alright, his name as a man whose body could draw thousands. Of course, it meant that every contract he signed from then on would stipulate a requirement for his nudity.
Stardom never comes cheap.
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