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It was a dream come true for me yesterday when I was invited by a spa owner to be a training model for an erotic massage for free. The spa had four new hires, but the session was attended by up to seven fully-clothed therapists other than the instructor himself (they can sort of be heard in the video).
A number of guys were recording the whole routine, which included my entire oiled up naked body and my stiff twitching cock.
It was a very interesting class — a lot of the masseurs were intent on learning and improving their own routines, asking me if a particular stroke felt good. At the same time, some were very vocal and active about my lewdness (especially the new hires): talking about how hard my cock was, touching my chest and cock during stretching poses, even commenting on my twitching hole (saying stuff like "look, he must be really liking this").
This mix of guys being so formal and casual at the same time about the scene is so surreal. From the very start, were sure to highlight how they would get to "molest my body" for two hours. They were arguing who would get to use my body for that time (it ended up as a one-hour showcase and another hour for the others to test their skills on me). I remember one time when two guys were talking enthusiastically about how to do a particular stretch better, they stopped to say "hey, look at Jeff raping our model" as said Jeff stroked my cock and played with my hole while I moaned in a room of clothed guys. The second hour had me being fondled by multiple guys, none of whom I knew. While someone is practicing on me, the others would squeeze my muscles and comment on whatever part they notice (my chest got so much attention). At some point, I had to describe my workout routine to someone in detail, all while nether regions were being fondled and explored.
Best part for sure was a part of the routine where I was prompted to kneel on the massage bed, my oiled up naked body and and my stiff twitching cock for all to see, with me looking at the room of clothed guys, some still with their phones up pointed at my nudity, as the instructor ravaged my chest and fondled my cock and teased my hole. I hear clear sounds of alert tones from messaging apps as when photos and videos are being shared. I could only guess who else is witnessing my body being freely molested.
Despite the shame of being a plaything for a bunch of strangers for those two hours, I made sure to be a good training model — never moving an inch without their prompting.
I am unable to get a full video as the spa owner did not want to reveal the routine of their masseurs. I am trying to get as many clips as I can and will make sure to share.
, I remember stuff like this shown LIVE on TV at the end of the F.A. Cup Final every year. I hated football, but I always made a point of switching the telly on for the programme that followed just a little too early, just in time to see the changing room interviews... 
