The Big Boss Vol. 1 Focus

Release Date:-
24 July 2026

Studio Notes:-

Grayson took a break and headed for the bar. I broke my rule, catching up with him, I stepped up behind him just barely not touching him, close enough for him to feel the heat of my own bare chest and smell my sweat. Leaning down, in my sexiest baritone, I asked “could I get that for you?” Without waiting for an answer I caught the bartender’s eye and said, “it’s on my tab.” He set the bottle on the bar and walked away before Grayson could react. The hot twunk took his drink, turned around, looked square at my chest and then tipped his head back. I could see that faint shiver of desire ripple across his skin and the faint hiccup as his breath caught in his throat. All that was going to wait until later, though. I guided him over to an empty bench. We sat down, and I made my pitch. Had he ever done porn? He should. He was surprised. Flattered. Intrigued. He stuttered, “No.” We talked for a while and he agreed to think about it. I handed him my card and said, “When you make up your mind, call me. I hope the answer is ‘yes,’ I’d like to see you again.” His pupils dilated, his breath caught. Chill bumps went up his arms. I had my answer.

So here we are in the Carnal photo studio. We start the first timers off slow. Just some pictures. Start with a fashion shoot, the blue jeans, and the casual shirt he was told to wear. A few minutes. Smile. Pose. Click. Deep breath. Just relax. Smile. Click. When he’s comfortable, the photo assistant would take him behind a screen to put on something a little sexy. And eventually something barely there. If all went well, an hour or two later, “Let’s take those off,” and my boy would be a porn model.

I’m always there for the first shoot. The first movie, too. These boys need to feel safe. Protected. The photographer is there to get them naked. To get them in the mood. To have them do stuff they never thought about doing in front of a camera. I’m there so they know that if they say “no,” there is someone listening. Grayson hadn’t gotten that far, yet. He was still in his jeans. The photographer was still trying to get him to smile like he meant it.

I called for a lunch break. I sat Grayson down for a pep talk. I knew from chatting at the bar that this was something he wanted, but not something he ever thought was possible. I’ve been around plenty of newbies. I can read them. He was still afraid somebody was going to say, “Sorry, this was a mistake,” and send him home. That was only going to happen if he couldn’t believe in himself.

Courage comes from two places. Inside yourself. Or from somebody you trust even more than you trust yourself. I suspected I was that man. He didn’t have it himself. Not yet, anyway. I tried to reassure him. It clearly wasn’t working. Option two. Using my softly dominant voice that doesn’t offer “no” as an option, I said, “Get on your knees.” He didn’t hesitate for a second, and not just on his knees. He was right between my legs, looking up at me wide-eyed like a puppy begging for “Good Boy.” I think just maybe he’s done this before. Good. I really don’t like training.

I slowly unzipped my pants and peeled them back. My dick was chubbed from watching his shoot. It went rock hard when he looked up from between my knees. I let it out. Eight inches. Hard. Fat. Bronze. Uncut. If I wasn’t making more money as a lawyer, I’d be a model myself. Clearly, Grayson had never seen anything like it. Clearly, it exceeded his expectations. Clearly, he worshiped it. He didn’t start sucking until I told him to. Done this before.

I looked into his eyes, with the head of my dick in his mouth. Leaking precum on his tongue. “Think about this. How much you want it. What you would do for it. I want you to think about this when you are shooting. How it feels. How it tastes. Like a special warm treat. Do your best, and I’ll give you this. Every time. Now, suck.” Who says you shouldn’t mix business with pleasure.