The first photo shoot hadn't really been that. It had been nothing at all. The Man had simply taken some pictures of Bobby at the water park. After they'd changed into their clothing, the Man had Bobby do a couple of simple smiling poses to relax the boy. To gain his confidence. the twelve year old had no idea that that evening over a hundred men would masturbate their penises looking at the photo and imagining what lay ahead for sweet young Bobby.

Bobby was really terribly innocent, and that was a good thing. The Man loved to corrupt innocence. He loved to defile purity. Every time he looked at the first photos...and Bobby's sweet mouth, he pictured it stuffed with a big fat dripping dick. How wonderful the boy would look with his mouth stretched around a throbbing cock. The Man could just imagine the boys eyes, wide with fear, his cute pug nose wrinkled...his freckles...as his face was brutally fucked by a nine inch cock.

How could a twelve year old boy take a nine inch cock, you ask? Oh how naive you are. The Man had seen boys of six, seven and eight forced to take nine inch dicks down their throats. He had filmed a boy whose jaw became dislocated because the cock fucking his face was so huge. Had they stopped filming, of course not.

Now, as he hurried across the water park grounds, the Man glanced once again at his watch. He was late. He hoped, prayed, the boy wouldn't leave before he got there. It was too damned easy to lose a boy like this. The Man hated being late for anything, but those damned little bitches and their boy/boy film had slowed him down. Well, it really hadn't been the boys' fault. The fucking costume department had provided tiny colored underpants for the kids, and the Man had specified thongs. He wanted the lumps of their little dicks and balls to be clearly on display in the thin material. Clients were paying big money, and they were very demanding. The Devil was in the details.

If a client said he wanted to see a six year old boy gag three times on a big black dick...he did not mean four times. The Man had to double check everything.

Thankfully, bobby was still there. He was leaning against some playground ride, dressed in a shirt and shorts. The man felt bad that the boy wasn't in his little ass hugging blue bathing suit. Bobby had one of the most beautiful asses the Man had ever seen. And believe me, the man had seen a lot. It was Bobby's twelve year old ass that had first attracted the Man. Even before he'd seen the boy's cute dark hair and his freckled face, the Man had been certain he wanted to fuck the boy. It was the kid's ass "done him in." Of course if the boy had turned out to have an ugly or even plain face, the Man would have passed. But the kid was beautiful.

Bobby's face brightened when he saw the Man. He looked a bit nervous, as many young "rising stars" often do. "Hi...I thought you might not come." Jesus, the kid was seductive. The Man wanted to throw him to the ground right there and fuck the hell out of his face.

"Sorry I'm so fucking late. I got a call from Bieber. He's got more problems with his tour." Bobby sucked in his lower lip at the mention of the mega-star. He stood up, suddenly feeling self conscious.Doubts filled his twelve year old head. Was he cute enough to be a star? He didn't think he was particular good looking when he saw himself in the mirror. He always felt he was a bit geeky. The Man came over to him and instead of shaking the hand Bobby offered like a gentleman, he gave Bobby a big hug. The boy felt a bit strange doing this, but kind of elated at the same time.

"Oh, it's good to see you Bobby. I had a rotten day, and I need a hug." The Man wrapped the twelve year old in his arms. He smelled the salty, slightly sweaty boy smell. His one hand dropped to the boy's magnificent ass and he cupped it briefly. Perfect ass globe.

They chatted for almost half an hour. The man talked about how Bobby would have to get over his shyness. How he would have to do some bathing suit modeling, so the agents could see what he looked like. The Man told Bobby that he was going to be investing lots of time and money in the boy's career, and he had to be certain the boy knew how to follow orders without question. Then he produced a contract for Bobby to sign. It was totally made-up nonsense that the Man could use as leverage against Bobby later if he had to.

"Don't you think we should tell my parents about this? I mean it is a pretty big change in my life. "

The Man put his hand on Bobby's bare leg. So smooth...not a hair in sight. Tan and beautiful...and such divine perfectly arched boy feet. He gently slid his hand up until his fingers rested just under the hem of Bobby's shorts. "Heaven's no. The last thing we can do at this point is tell your parents. Do you know how many potential stars I have lost because the parents didn't understand? What if they think it will interfere with your school work once fall comes around? What if they think you are not mature enough to handle stardom. They might look at someone like Bieber and say, 'I don't want Bobby to end up like that..." At this early stage, parents only cause trouble. When you are an established model and the money starts to roll in, then we proudly tell your parents. Until then, you can model the rest of the summer, and after school in September and on weekends. What do you say?"

"I guess so..." Bobby said, and signed the contract without reading any of it. The contract had all kinds of things to scare twelve year old boys. For example: " If the undersigned for any reason refuses to perform as told to, any expenses for the ruined project will be charged to the boy and his parents." and "Nudity and certain adult activities will be required of the undersigned. Any refusal on his part will incur a fine of ten thousand dollars." There was even more nonsense about the boy being sent to a Juvenile Detention Center if he told anyone of his work. The Man would have the boy read the entire contract the first time he refused an order. It usually happened sometime around the boy's first cocksucking experience. Within a week or so, Bobby would be sucking lots and lots of cock. His cute little twelve year old mouth would be stuffed with dick.

"The great news Bobby is that several agents really liked the photos I took of you the other day. they are definitely interested. I was hoping you'd be wearing your bathing trunks today so I could get some nice pics of you in those."

Bobby looked down sheepishly and turned a bit red. "I was so excited coming here, I forgot to bring my swim suit. Stupid, I know..." They both had a good laugh at that, and the Man slid his hand further up under the hem of Bobby's shorts. He rubbed the boy's upper thigh. It gave him a painful hardon, touching the twelve year old like this.

"Costumes are an essential part of our business. Can't be forgetting our costumes..." He laughed again, and removing his hand from the boy's soft thigh, he reached around and slid it up under the kid's shirt. He began to massage the boy's soft as velvet back. He let his fingers touch the damp of the boy's armpit. "Hey, relax. You're not nervous, are you?" He squeezed the twelve year old flesh.

Bobby gave a goofy, nervous laugh. "Yeah, a little, I guess." The Man nodded and put his hand on Bobby's naked tummy. The Man's dick gave a lurch and a leak. He rubbed Bobby's bare stomach. "Got the butterflies in the tummy, eh? If we were at the studio, I could give you a relaxing massage. I do that for lots of the boys. Got to be at your best when you model. I can't do much out here in public, but..." The Man rose and walked around behind the boy. He began to rub Bobby's slender shoulders. "Oh man, you are tense. Does that feel any better?" He slid his hands inside the neck of Bobby's shirt to touch bare boy flesh.

Bobby squirmed ever so slightly. The Man was testing him, but Bobby didn't know it. "Yeah, I guess that feels better...I don't know. It's stupid, I know."

"Nothing stupid about it, young man. You just signed a major contract. You are on the road to fame and fortune. Of course you are feeling a bit uneasy. Just relax." the Man worked the boy's naked shoulders, then slid his hands down across the boy's smooth young chest and began to gently pinch Bobby's nipples. Bobby's body grew tense and his breathing got heavy. The Man had to keep looking around to make sure no adults could see what he was doing to the boy. "They say, this really helps with relaxation..." The Man said, rolling bobby's hard nipples in his fingers. "How does that feel, Bobby?"

The boy's body seemed to heat up. " I don't know...I...I feel funny..."

"Don't you ever do this to yourself to relax? I guess boys today don't know abut their nipples as a source of relaxation. That's actually why dudes have nipples, cause they feel good. Some guys play with their nipples when they jerk off. Sorry to sound crude, Bobby, but it's true. You ought to try ti sometime. It feels really good." Bobby had his eyes closed now, and his head kind of leaned back against the Man. The Man wanted to suck face with the kid in the worst way, but he knew he couldn't. His fingers gently and quickly flicked the boy's erect nipples. "Doesn't that feel good Bobby?" Some of the other boy models sometimes play with each others' nipples before a photo shoot to help them get in the right mood." The Man had the boy's titties vibrating by now.

Twelve year old boy tits are very sensitive objects. Many of them have just begun developing sexual nerve endings. Many boys never even realize what sexual things their tits are. Some macho boys even refuse to call them tits..preferring pecs instead. But that is stupid. The chest muscles on a boy may be pecs...but tits are tits. The man glanced down at Bobby's shorts to see if his little boy pecker was hard, but he could not tell. Eventually of course, the Man would have Bobby's nipples worked over much more roughly and painfully. They would most likely do several films where they used clamps, clips, pins and hot wax on his titties. Sandpaper for sure. He wanted Bobby's nipples so raw that the boy could hardly stand to wear a shirt. What sweet agony all day in school, to have his nipples chaffed by the material of his shirt.

Bobby would be driven almost crazy. The sandpaper would be taken to his pink little dickhead as well. until it was red and raw and could not stand to brush against his trousers in school. By then, Bobby would be forbidden to eve wear underpants. His twelve year old dick would rub itself erect and raw and red all day in his jeans. And if he moved wrong, his tits would scraped against the cotton of his shirt, sending shivers through his young body.Within a few weeks, little Bobby would be a fucking mess!

"I think you should stop..." bobby moaned, his body twisting more, so that now the Man could see the kid was clearly erect in his shorts.

"Just a little more, to relax you, Bobbo..." The Man's fingers twirled the nipple nubs in his fingers.

"It's...it's not...relaxing me..it's...it's..." The twelve year old's breathing was labored and irregular. His little hands gripped the seat beneath him. His little torso humped at the air, pushing his dicklet up and out.

"It's relaxing you in a different way, a new way. A more adult way. To be a model or a pop star, Bobby, you need to get in touch with your body. It will make you move better. You're a little bit awkward with your body, Bobby, I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but we need to work on that." The kid;s tits were throbbing.

The Man who knew boy's bodies better than any doctor, felt Bobby approaching his orgasm. So, just before the hot little boy bitch came, the Man released the boy's titties. Bobby seemed to hang there frozen for a few seconds...in sexual limbo. He wanted to grab his junk and beat off, he needed to, but he knew he could not. He jerked off all the time.

Sometimes if he was at a movie at the mall, he masturbated right there in his seat. If he were outside, he would go behind a building or a tree or bushes. So great was Bobby's need to unload his twelve year old balls once the need had been aroused in him. At dinner one night with his parents, Bobby's father had been teasing him about some of the cute girls in his class. His boner got so bad, the boy had to leave the table and go into the bathroom and unload.

Bobby was one of those super-sexed boys who were just right for the Man's business. Now, the Man left the boy hanging. Bobby was afraid to move, afraid he would shoot in his pants.

"Right, Let me get a couple of pictures of you, and we will call it a day." The Man was all business now. He knew he had to move slowly, play the boy very carefully if he ever wanted to get up that moist little rosebud of Bobby's asshole. And especially if he wanted to lure Bobby into doing sick, twisted, perverted, depraved things in front of a camera. Things that no boy, no matter how sexed up, would ever do of his own volition. The Man would turn Bobby into a sex animal. A totally fucked up, piece of shit, dick hole!

"Righto Robbo, just perch up there for a sec and let me get some cool pics of you for the agents. Tomorrow we'll do some swim suit pictures...so don't forget your suit, or you'll have to pose bare assed." The Man said it like a joke, and both he and Bobby laughed. Bobby's erection was going down, but it still tingled and tickled and felt like it wanted to explode. "You have handsome feet, Bobby, you could easily model beach wear...or do television commercials. Smile for the camera, Bobby. What a gorgeous crinkly faced smile you have, Stud. That's great. Spread your legs wider apart. Wider. Still wider, the angle is wrong. That's better....oh, NO!"

The Man lowered the camera and looked quite upset. Bobby got scared. Had he done something wrong? He didn't want to displease the Man. "What is it? Did I do something wrong?"

The Man sounded defeated. "NO, it's not you...you're fine, it's just that I'm a perfectionist. I always think of the Art of a shot, and quite frankly, the picture is being ruined by your underpants. In the sunlight, you can see the shape of your underpants under your beautiful white shorts. It creates a really ugly image. It draws the eye to your underpants, and we don't want that, do we?"

Bobby looked down. He could see nothing. "What can we do?" he asked.

"I dont' know. I suppose lose this great shot. Everything else is perfect. Oh wait, I got it. Go behind that tree over there and take off your underpants. Then your white shorts will look nice and neat."

"Gosh, I don't know. There's people around and all...and.."

"Bobby I thought we understood each other? I thought we were going to be a team. It's certainly no big thing to go over behind that tree, slip off your shorts, slip off your underpants and then slip the shorts back on again. Tell you what, I'll stand guard. Come on, let's get this over with before we lose the light. "

Now it was the Man's turn to try to control his ejaculation as he watched the red faced, twelve year old boy remove his shorts, and then his little underpants. It was Heaven. He only got a glimpse, but a glimpse was enough. The ass was perfect. Smooth, tight, round, with a nice deep crack. The boy's plump balls look as if they had fallen yesterday...pink and totally hairless and a sack as smooth as velvet. He couldn't wait to spank those balls. And the boy had a beautiful dick.. all pink and silky and quite big for a cunt of his age. Yes, the Man was sure he had scored this time.

He took the boy's underpants and stuffed them in his pocket to get them out of the way, and conveniently forgot to give them back later. Then he had the boy climb back onto his perch and snapped more pics. He posed the boy. Head this way arms up, arms down, legs spread wider apart...and then "Lift one foot and put it on the seat. Put your arms on your knee like you are relaxing. Sure enough, when the boy lifted his leg up, the Man could get a photo up inside the boy's shorts. His soft little balls showed. What a perfect introduction to Bobby's new fans. They could start to pre-order tonight. A limited edition of a two disc set.

"Bobby Gets his First Fucking."

Just a little tease of the boy...his cute smile, his youth, his beauty, and a glimpse of his scrotum.

Bobby was on his way!