The long, relentless road of young, former Olympian Ron’s descent into fulfilled temptation in man-on-man action stems from something his wife, Sally, wants badly—a sexy glamour shot of him in cowboy costume. From the moment Ron’s brother-in-law, Phil, leads Ron to the Web site of the novelty shop, gym, and photographer’s studio, Temptation Castle, Ron is trapped by its very real nefarious activities hidden in the code puzzle of the Web site in an ever-deepening web of temptation. Day by day, action by action, we watch Ron give into the temptation of desire and just going that one more step in a direction he thought he had successfully outgrown when he got married. All the while his brother-in-law is standing by, watching and waiting.
This is an expanded relaunch of the eXcessica novella “Temptation Castle.”
Mart asked Ron is he wanted to take the mask off briefly. “The sexy cowboy photo for your wife most likely will come from this set,” Mart said. “And she’ll probably want one without a mask. You can put it back on afterward, though, if you’d like to take the photo shoot to the next level.”
Mart hummed and had Ron take a whole new series of sexy poses as they worked without the mask.
“These are good, but I would like to do even sexier shots, if you are willing,” Mart said. “Then you can decide just how far you’d like to go for your wife. I’ve found it’s always best to go a little farther than the subject thinks will be appropriate. You never know what the wife might want—and you are such a good model,” he added. “I could tell you’d been an Olympian and have kept in top shape.”
Ron looked through the digital images of the new photos. He knew he’d go farther. He knew he’d go all of the way if Mart took it slow. But some part of him was still reluctant, was telling him that this was wrong and that he was going down a very dangerous path and should rein in his desires and resist temptation.
“Yes, OK. We can go farther,” he answered in a breathy voice.
Mart looked pleased. “Then let’s move on to the next room, shall we? We have more appropriate backdrops there. You can put the mask back on now, if you’d really feel better wearing it.”
Ron didn’t do so, although he kept the mask with him—when they got to where he assumed this was heading, he knew he’d want to be wearing it. As ready as he was for action, he wasn’t that ready to make it public.
The cowboy area of the next room was a section of wood rail fence in front of a sky-blue background with clouds.
“Take the jeans off now,” Mart said when he had indicated the various poses he thought Ron should take on the rail fence for starters. “And put the chaps back on.”
Ron was photographed sitting on the top rail of the fence with his legs spread and his feet planted on the lower rung. He was holding a long strand of wheat in his mouth and giving the camera the teasing and come-hither facial expressions Mart was coaching him into. Telling him how good his buns were, Mart coaxed Ron into turning to show them off for the camera as well.
It was here, in this room, that Ron noticed that Mart was beginning to shed bits of his costume as well.