Next was a medical release form, so they could treat
me or seek treatment if something untoward happened.
Hmmm. It also asked me to list any known health
hazards I had, including infectious diseases. I
checked the ‘none’ box and signed the form.

The last was an audition form, giving my consent to
release my audition video. I left this one blank, but
signed the model release form. If I didn’t follow
through on being in a video, my only appearance would
be this audition.

I handed the clipboard to Sian, who had hovered to
answer any questions.

She flipped through the forms, stopping to frown at
the audition form.

“Why didn’t you sign?” she asked.

“Because I don’t want it released if it totally
sucks,” I said. “If it comes out OK, I’ll sign it.”

She looked hard at me, but then said, “That sounds
fair to me.” She put out her hand to shake mine.
“Let’s get to it, OK?” she said.

Uh oh, nerves time. “Sure,” I said.

Sian called to Roger, telling him to get the equipment
ready. Then she went to the storefront, and made
copies of the forms. She gave one to me. It all seemed
very businesslike, except I was naked.

“Roger here is the director and cameraman,” Sian
explained. “He’ll usually have one or two cameras on a
tripod and carry one for close-ups. I know it will be
hard, but you should try to ignore the camera and just
enjoy yourself.” She paused. “Would you like a drink?”
she asked.

“No,” I said, my face turning pink with the
realization that I would soon be captured on video,
possibly for public viewing. “Let’s go,” I said,
sounding more confident than I was.

“OK,” said Roger, assuming the role of director. He
reviewed the clipboard of ‘will dos and won’t dos’.
“Why don’t you come over to this set”– indicating one
in the corner with an IV bottle stand and a toilet–
“and let’s get started.” I went over, looking around
as he turned on the cameras, then the lights, and
adjusted the levels. “OK, we’re rolling!” he
announced. “Please state your name and age,” he
commanded.

I did, feeling like I was being interviewed. “Yes, I
am doing this of my own volition,” I answered to his
question.

“OK, now Clem, I want you to sit on the toilet, lean
back, and masturbate,” Roger said. “Sian, go get the
bottles, OK honey?”

I did as he said, gripping my cock in my fist. I told
myself to relax. I was still a bit flaccid, but I was
beginning to grow.

Sian returned, holding a big enema bottle, and a tube
of lubricant. Roger told me to give myself an enema.
Sian hung the bottle from the IV stand, and handed me
the lube. Mortally embarrassed, I was nonetheless
turned on when I turned around so that the camera
could watch as I inserted the tube. I sat down again
and released the fluids. I felt my bowels filling with
the warm liquid. Mmmmm, it felt very nice.