Reader's Note: This story is part of the ongoing Rex series and takes place after Rex Gets a Full Exam and please read author's note at end of each chapter. Thank You!)
Collin drooled and sniffed the shredded socks of his uncle as he watched the once elegant fitter become a sex beast!
His Uncle Rex was so perfect and now another person was totally HOT for him! Finestone was old...but what sex nut!
The licking the pre-cum strands as they dribbled from Rex's unsheathed uncut man-stick was a sight to behold. Plus the unearthly guttural grunts as if possessed! And in secret truth, Hilda Lura's "craving spell" was adding to his blazing Rex lust!
The phone in the gold fitting room rang.
"Collin, would you get that? Mr. Finestone is rather busy!" Rex smirked with pride as he waggled his raging hard-on back and forth above the open mouth of the fitter who knelt like a dog at his feet.
Collin obeyed and answered.
"Tell that asshole to get the fitting done as well or his ass is OUT! I am watching!" Fletcher barked and hung up. He zoomed the lens in on Rex's robust pubic hair nest. Lovely rich rusty rings crowned the area above his cock root...but they needed trimming and shaping! Fletcher wanted Rex to see his groomer-hair stylist...Franco Cache! He worked on all Grey Fox models! Rex could have all his hair, head too, groomed to perfection! He made a note of this and set it for the Friday before the weekend photo shoot!
Meanwhile Collin came back after the phone clicked off.
"I think your boss is watching thru those little spy cams up along the edges of the room and he says get the fitting done as well...as well as what?"
Collin asked but had a feeling this boss guy Fletcher had other motives in mind for the purpose of the fitting!
Rex waved one hand at the four cameras, each in turn.
"Hey Fletcher! If you think I will cum for this sex hungry fellow...guess again! I won't cum for anyone other than Marlene until the photo shoot weekend. So, pardon my French, fuck off!"
Rex waggled his cock even more now. He had spoken and meant it! He balanced from large sweaty bare foot to the other...it was like a dance.
Fletcher knew Rex was not going to break. The guy was amazing! He'd have him...but not today!
He chomped his cigar, stroked his cock and watched. He was smart enough to also be recording all the visuals. He knew of a very special investor in Grey Fox who might love this footage of Rex!
Poor Finestone! He was so hungry for Rex's man-seed...he even leapt up and licked his exposed juicy plum tip! His old tongue, "silver tongue" lashed with spit; it tickled and teased Rex's being down to his moist wiggling toes!
Rex moaned. It felt great! But he would not cum!
He would cum plenty after his time with Marlene!
Lucky for Rex that all the many styles of men's underwear on the table that day were more generous in the pouch for his classical penis was not going to get small! It was going to stay turgid and wet...all thru this bespoke fitting!
This was going to be complete torture for poor old Finestone as he would be needed to make notes and tucks so the fabric clung to Rex's manly contours perfectly for the photo shoot in just a little while.
"Oh, Mr. Finestone, why not get those measurements? My cock is pretty much as big as it will get today," Rex encouraged as his wavy golden reddish hair seemed to twinkle in the chandelier lights above the platform.
Collin tossed the measuring tape over to the shaking hands of the fitter. His fingertips eased Rex's moist ample silky foreskin back over the round crowning cock-knob.
Juice oozed out of the skin folds and the old man licked them clean!
"Delicious! Simply heaven!" he crooned.
As he measured the warm flesh, both length and girth...his voice kept extolling praise for the perfect manhood before him.
"Oh, I want to be fucked by this gorgeous man-rod!" he groaned.
"Oh, maybe I could oblige you after BUT I won't cum! I have fucked already today!" Rex said proudly as his swollen ball sac was measured.
"I know...I can taste man-ass juices trapped inside your foreskin folds. You are SO beautiful!" Mr. Finsestone moaned as he took a measurement that included Rex's ample cycle-toned ass cheeks!
Rex loved the feeling of these seasoned man-fingers touching him all over...and praising his every attribute. His ego was huge...but now it was raging! He felt like a sex king...in every way!
Collin was edging his own cock thru his pants...just loving seeing his uncle worshipped and adored. A sight he was getting very used to!
Suddenly, like a demon took over...the old man got that look of cruelty and sadism back in his eyes.
The scissors were back...golden and flashing!
The tape measure dropped and he was holding the puckered tip of Rex's ample foreskin between the two blades! The other hand's fingers were pulling Rex's soft skin tight! One snip...and Rex would lose a part of his manly skin!
Rex...almost smiled in glee!
"You want to circumcise me? I bet you would love it!" he almost urged the man to try it!
The blades came down closer...now sinking in!
"Oh, Uncle Rex! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" screamed Collin!
The old man was not in his right head...Hilda's spell was working. Pleasure-pain fetish was throbbing thru the old fitter!
Now his tongue licked the foreskin...around the blades. So sharp...yet no blood yet!
"Just testing you!" he laughed.
Tossing the scissors aside...he stood.
Rex was not even worried.
"I can play rough, too!" he sighed.
"Mmmmm, I know...Rex Davenport! You are my hero!" Mr. Finestone crooned.
It was time for some fitting and he moved to collect the first few combinations to try on Rex's fine male form!
Rex watched as he selected the first items. He licked his lips hungrily as the round old ass of the fitter bent low at his table. Even in his suit pants, the guy's ass looked so "fuckable" and tasty!
But he would make one big demand on Finestone before the fuck...he wanted to lay back and be rimmed like a king! Rex's mind saw this and his cock thrummed with craving and need!
Fletcher Cashman watched like a hawk! Rex's body was perfect in all ways. A mature Adonis and a true representation of the Grey Fox man at his best. Rex oozed sexuality, confidence and style! His chest was well-shaped and deliciously golden furred with rusty ringlets around each pink perky man-nipple. Fletcher was sure Rex would be their model for years to come and make millions for the company, for Rex and him!
Just watching Rex get fitted into the first set of socks and underwear made him cum!
