ZANE’S HIMBO CONFESSIONS
HIMBOLISIOUS: Part 1 - Stuck On You!
The Himbolicious debut show at The Carlu in Toronto had been an absolute triumph.
Backstage was still buzzing with models, stylists, and press when Zane was finally able to breathe. He was still riding the high of the successful show when a tall, strikingly handsome man with broad shoulders and a confident stride approached him.
“Zane?”
Zane turned and found himself face-to-face with Wells Gold. Up close, the man was even more impressive — strong jaw, intense eyes, and a body that filled out his tailored shirt beautifully.
“I just wanted to say… that was incredible,” Wells said, his deep voice warm and genuine. “The tailoring on the compression pieces, the way the jockstraps framed the models, the colors… everything was perfect. But I have to be honest — you wearing that final pink look on the runway? That’s what really stopped me in my tracks.”
Zane felt his cheeks heat up. There was something about the way Wells was looking at him that made his stomach flutter.
They ended up talking for twenty minutes. Wells openly flirting with Zane in the smoothest way possible. The chemistry between them was undeniable — thick, electric, and growing with every passing minute.
Eventually, Wells glanced at his watch and smiled.
“I’m staying at the penthouse suite at The St. Regis while my condo is being renovated. Suite 2801. I’d love for you to come by later for a drink. No pressure… just good conversation and an even better view of the city. In fact here is the key card to my room.”
Wells gave Zane one last lingering look, clearly reluctant to leave, before slipping him the key card.
“I really hope you show up, pink.”
After Wells left, Zane wandered back toward the clothing racks, still smiling to himself living off the high the evening had already provided. That’s when he saw it.
One of the pink and white neoperen pup hoods from the show — the ones that had closed the final segment of the runway — had been left behind by a model. It was absolutely beautiful, glossy, perfectly branded to match the Himbolicious collection. And somehow, it was calling to him.
Not really into masks or pup-play…they just weren’t Zane’s thing but…curiosity got the better of him.
Zane picked up the hood, slid it over his head and put it on for a try.
The moment it settled into place, it mysteriously tightened. The material suddenly sealed itself to his skin with a soft, warm sensation. He tried to pull it off… but it wouldn’t budge. It was completely fused to his face.
Suddenly — the sleek designer outfit Zane had been wearing had completely transformed into one of the sluttiest pieces from his own Himbolicious collection: a tiny, barely-there pink crop top that clung to his chest and an almost nonexistent matching thong that left his ass fully exposed.
To his absolute horror, when Zane opened his mouth to call for help, no words came out at all.
Only soft, pathetic, puppy-like whimpers escaped his lips.
He was trapped, in a pup hood he could not get out of!
After ten minutes of panic, Zane realized he had no other choice. Still wearing the glossy pink and white pup hood that was now permanently sealed to his head, he threw on an oversized hoodie and decided to make his way to The St. Regis. If anything maybe Wells could help him get the hood off.
He had a key card to Suite 2801… and no voice to explain himself.
Zane stood outside Suite 2801 at The St. Regis, heart pounding. The hoodie did nothing to hide the glossy pink and white pup hood that was completely fused to his head.
With a shaky hand, he slid the key card into the lock.
The door clicked open.
There was Wells, standing in the middle of the luxurious penthouse wearing nothing but a tight black tank top and grey sweats that hung low on his hips looking like a dream. The second he saw Zane, his eyes widened.
“Zane…is that you?” Wells breathed. “Whoa!”
Zane nodded.
“Holy fuck… what happened to you?” Wells laughed.
Zane shrugged. “Is this normal for you?” Wells asked as he tried to help Zane.
Zane gestured no and could only let out a soft, high-pitched whimper, tilting his hooded head. He pointed helplessly at the pup hood with both hands.
Wells stepped closer, his expression shifting from surprise to pure, smoldering desire. He reached out and gently ran his fingers along the smooth, glossy material of the hood, tracing Zane’s jaw with surprising tenderness.
“It won’t come off?” he asked, voice low and rough.
Zane shook his head, letting out another helpless whine.
A slow, sexy smile spread across Wells’ face.
“Well then…” he murmured, his thumb brushing softly over Zane’s exposed lips. “Looks like this could get interesting tonight.” He chuckled.
Wells gently helped remove the hoodie off Zane letting it fall to the floor. His eyes raked over Zane’s body with a growing intensity.
“Here let me help you, come over here to the couch, Zane.”
to be continued…
featuring @wells-gold58
