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Copyright of this story is retained by the author and it should not 

be reposted to any newsgroup or website without permission. 

Any form of commercial use is strictly prohibited without the 

express permission of the author. The author can be contacted 

at gym@softhome.net 

 

The usual disclaimers apply: don't read if you are prohibited by 

location, are under legal age, or if you are likely to be offended 

by explicit descriptions of gay sex. The story is pure fiction and 

is not based on any actual events. 

 

 

The Agency: Chapter 19 - Camera Fun

by 

Gymnopedies

 

 

Damian had been trying to get on with some editing work, but 

he wasn't in the mood for it and was finding it difficult to 

concentrate. Tidying up images and getting them ready to be 

posted online was tedious work, but it was something that had 

to be done, and Damian's almost fanatical attention to detail 

made him an ideal candidate for the job. As well as working on 

his own images, he also did some editing work for some of the 

other staff photographers, since this supplemented his income 

until the commission that he received from his own models 

reached a high enough level to provide him with enough money 

to live on. The way things were going, that wouldn't be long. He 

currently had three boys of his own: Bryan, Jon, and Jon's older 

brother, Jack. Bryan and Jon had already become two of the 

agency's most popular models, and the photographer fully 

expected Jack to join them at the top of the charts when the 

boy's more revealing sets went online. Yes, things were going 

well. 

 

Damian thought back to the previous day and his visit to 

Bryan's home in order to drop off some prints for signing. Bryan 

hadn't been there, but Damian had met Bryan's older brother, 

Robert. Robert had been a big surprise, and had certainly not 

appeared to be the 'brother from hell' that Bryan had referred to 

on several previous occasions. The good-looking seventeen-year-

old had come across as a pleasant, but guarded and possibly 

slightly troubled teenager. Damian had liked him. But then 

Damian had met very few boys that he hadn't been able to like. 

In Robert's case, though, there seemed to be something else. 

Something that Damian couldn't put his finger on. He decided 

that he would like the chance to get to know the boy a little 

better. He sighed and glanced down at his watch. It was almost 

eleven: time for his meeting with Sean. He'd hoped to have this 

batch of editing finished before the meeting, but instead he'd 

spent half the morning daydreaming. Oh well, too late to worry 

about that now.

 

The young photographer saved his work and closed the graphics 

program that he had been using. He got up from his desk, picked 

up a folder of specimen prints that Sean had asked for, and 

made his way out of the studio and down the stairs to the 

reception area. Carol, the receptionist, was speaking to someone 

on the telephone, so rather than interrupt her, he reached down 

and picked up a pen and scrawled a note on her scratch-pad to 

tell her that he was expecting Bryan and Jon for a photo-shoot 

that afternoon. She glanced down at the note, smiled and gave 

him a thumbs-up sign to indicate that she had understood. 

Damian nodded, mouthed a 'thanks' and crossed over to the 

door of Sean's office, where he gave a light knock and entered.

 

Sean was also on the phone. He looked up as Damian entered, 

and beckoned the photographer forwards, pointing to the chair 

in front of his desk. Damian sat down and leaned back, 

suppressing a yawn.

 

"Thanks, Alan. Look, I've got to go; I'll call you back later," 

Sean said into the phone. "Bye." He placed the handset down 

onto its cradle and looked at Damian, a wide, satisfied smile on 

his face. "That was Alan Trent over at 'Beautiful Boys'. He's 

seen Bryan's nude set and wants to commission at least three 

exclusive non-nude sets to use on their site. I explained that 

Bryan is totally new to modelling and we're keeping him 'in-

house' until he settles into it, but that if they are willing to wait a 

short a while, we would be happy to supply 'Beautiful Boys' 

with as many sets as they want, assuming that Bryan is willing."

 

"That's terrific news," Damian grinned. "I don't think Bryan 

will have any problems with non-nude work; he seems to be fine 

with that. I'm not sure what's going on with the nude stuff 

though." His grin faded and he became serious. "When we did 

the nude shoot, and he started to settle into it, he was great. 

You've seen the results."

 

"I sure have," Sean agreed. "He looks amazing, and everything 

about him is so perfectly natural."

 

"The trouble is," Damian continued, "he appears to be really 

unhappy about something at the moment. Whether it's the idea 

of appearing naked in front of the camera, or whether it's a 

problem at home, I don't know."

 

"You think we're pushing him too fast?" Sean asked, concerned.

 

"I don't think so," said Damian. "I've tried to encourage him 

along, but in the end, all of the decisions have been his. And as 

far as I have been able to tell, there has been no direct pressure 

from his parents. They are supporting him without pushing. 

There does seem to have been some sort of issue with the older 

brother, but the brother tells me that this is sorted out now. I've 

got Bryan and Jon coming in this afternoon for a shoot, so I've 

asked Bryan to come in half an hour earlier than Jon to give us 

time to have a talk."

 

"Good idea," Sean agreed. Let me know how you get on. What 

kind of shoot are you planning?"

 

"I was originally going to try for some sort of hard shoot with 

Bryan and Jon together. Something where they get hard but 

without any actual contact. But I've scrapped that idea; for now 

anyway. I'm going to let the two of them have some fun with a 

simple nude shoot. I've got something in mind that I think they 

will enjoy."

 

"OK, I'll trust you on that one," grinned Sean. "Just as long as it 

doesn't involve mud."

 

Damian gave a laugh. "Don't worry, there won't be any mud 

this time; I'll keep them both nice and clean. I wish I'd taken a 

video of the practise dancing session that we had on Friday. I 

got Danny to come and give them a few tips on stripping. But 

you know Danny. He got carried away and gave them the full 

works. The poor kids didn't know what'd hit them. I almost felt 

sorry for them."

 

"I can imagine," said Sean. He went quiet for a moment and all 

traces of humour disappeared. "I've heard rumours that Danny is 

talking about quitting. He's really unhappy working with Eric. 

I've given Eric another warning about the drinking, but I don't 

expect that it will make much difference. I'm really not sure 

what to do for the best. I don't want Danny to quit, but it's Eric 

who has built the boy up to what he is, so I'm not keen on the 

idea of reassigning Danny to anyone else."

 

Damian frowned. "Remind me, what's the number one priority 

of the Agency?"

 

Sean looked across the table at his friend and gave a short, 

humourless laugh. "Yeah, I know: The boys. But Eric's been 

with me right from the start, and he's a damned good 

photographer."

 

"When he's sober. Which is not very often these days."

 

Sean nodded, grimly. "I'll give it some more thought. It's 

obvious that things can't carry on as they are. I think we're 

reaching the point where we're going to have to say goodbye to 

Eric."

 

There was a short silence. Given the situation with Eric, Damian 

wasn't sure that this was the best time to broach the subject that 

was on his mind. He didn't want it to look like he was trying to 

take advantage. But at the same time, it was something that he 

wanted to press ahead with. He took a deep breath. "I've an 

idea that I want to run by you," he said.

 

**********

 

Bryan pushed open the glass door and entered the Boys On 

View reception area. Carol, who was sitting behind the reception 

desk, looked up from her work and gave him a smile and a 

wave. Bryan waved back.

 

"Great new set, Bryan. You look terrific," said Carol, as the boy 

approached.

 

"Erm, thanks," Bryan replied, feeling his colour rising. He knew 

that Carol was referring to the nude set that had gone online the 

previous Friday. She'd obviously seen the update, which meant 

that she had seen him without his clothes on. Hot Carol had seen 

him naked. She'd seen his dick and his balls and every part of 

him. He looked at her face and quickly lowered his eyes. She 

was looking directly him. His face was burning.

 

Carol laughed lightly and she reached over the desk and took 

one of Bryan's hands in her own. "Sorry, Bryan, I didn't mean 

to embarrass you." She squeezed the boy's hand. "Not that 

you've got anything to be embarrassed about. You're so 

incredibly cute."

 

If anything, Bryan blushed even harder. But he forced himself 

to look at her and he smiled, shyly. "You really liked the 

pictures?" he asked.

 

"I loved them," she said. "And so does everyone else by the 

looks of things; orders for prints have been pouring in."

 

Bryan held up the envelope that he was carrying. "I've already 

signed loads of them. Damian dropped them off for me 

yesterday."

 

"Well, I think Damian will be giving you another pile today," 

smiled Carol. "I wish that I could earn ten pounds every time I 

signed my name." She sighed theatrically. "You'd better get 

yourself up to the studio. Damian's expecting you."

 

"OK, thanks Carol. Catch you later." Bryan gave the young 

woman a casual wave and headed for the stairs that led up to the 

next floor. He was unable to stop himself from smiling. Carol 

had liked his pictures. She'd seen him naked and she thought 

that he was 'incredibly cute'. He started to blush once more. 

Carol had seen him naked. The thought still made him squirm a 

little, but it sort of excited him as well. Carol had seen him 

naked. It kept going round and round in his head. He skipped up 

the remaining stairs, his smile having turned into a wide grin. 

She'd seen him naked and thought that he was cute. He tapped 

lightly on the door to Damian's studio and went inside.

 

Damian was standing by the clothes rails. He held a shirt in his 

hand and was looking at it thoughtfully. He looked around as 

Bryan entered, then carefully replaced the shirt on the rail and 

headed over to the boy. "You look happier than I've seen you in 

a while," he observed. "What's brought this on?"

 

Bryan shrugged. "Nothing," he said, his smile still in place. He 

wasn't about to admit to Damian that he had a crush on Carol.

 

"Well, whatever 'nothing' is, I'm glad it's happened," said 

Damian. He accepted the envelope that Bryan held out to him. 

"Thanks. I've some more of these for you to sign later."

 

"Yeah, Carol said that you had. Is Jon not here yet?"

 

"Not yet," said Damian. "I'm not expecting him for another 

half-hour. I wanted time for the two of us to have a chat before 

he arrived."

 

"A chat? What about?" Bryan's smile finally disappeared. What 

could Damian want to talk to him about? When he'd spoken to 

the photographer on the telephone the previous evening, Damian 

had asked him if he would come in for a 'fun' shoot with Jon. 

At first Bryan had been uncertain, since he recalled Damian 

saying something about the two of them doing a shoot where 

they would get hard, but the man assured him that though it 

would be a nude shoot, there wouldn't be any pictures of 

boners. The idea of being photographed naked still made Bryan 

nervous, but strangely, the thought of a duo shoot with Jon did 

not make him as nervous as he would have been if he'd been 

going solo again. Now Damian wanted a chat about something. 

Bryan hoped that the man wasn't going to try to get him to be 

photographed hard after all.

 

"Don't look so worried," laughed Damian. He tossed the 

envelope down onto his desk and then put his arm around 

Bryan's shoulders and led the boy over to the leather couch, 

where they both sat down.

 

Damian was sitting sideways, his right arm resting on the back 

of the couch, so that he was facing Bryan. He paused for a 

moment, looking at the boy. "How do you feel now about that 

last shoot that we did?" he asked, eventually.

 

Bryan lowered his eyes to hands, which were held in his lap as 

he nervously played with his fingers. He looked back up at the 

man. "It was OK," he said.

 

"That doesn't tell me very touch," said Damian, gently. "The 

first time being photographed naked is a big deal for most boys. 

But what usually happens is that they relax as the shoot goes 

along, and most of them end up having a good time. Like you 

appeared to do."

 

"I guess," said Bryan.

 

"But then, the shoot goes online," Damian continued. "They 

have to deal with the idea of people seeing the pictures. Some 

boys find this difficult; especially the idea of their family seeing 

them. I assume that your parents have seen the pictures that 

went online on Friday?"

 

"Yeah."

 

"How did you feel about that?"

 

Bryan just shrugged. He was finding this line of questioning 

embarrassing.

 

"Have you talked to your parents about the pictures?"

 

"Only my dad," said Bryan. "But Mum has seen them as well. 

They'd both already seen that print that you gave me even 

before the update appeared."

 

"Oh, so you showed them the print?" Damian looked surprised.

 

"Yeah." Bryan decided not to mention how he'd slapped the 

picture down on the kitchen table in front of them in a fit of 

temper after he'd found out that his brother had been using it as 

wanking material.

 

"So you're OK with your parents seeing the pictures?"

 

"It's sort of embarrassing," Bryan admitted. "But we've agreed 

that only Dad will talk to me about it; Mum never mentions 

them."

 

Damian gave an understanding smile. "Do you have any regrets 

about doing the shoot?"

 

Bryan thought about that question before answering. "I did for a 

while. But I guess I'm OK with it now."

 

"Well you certainly looked happy enough this morning," said 

Damian. "Before I started to hit you with all the questions, 

anyway." He scratched absently at the back of his neck. "I 

decided to have a chat with you because there have been times 

recently when you've appeared to be extremely unhappy, and I 

wanted to make sure that it isn't what we're doing here that is 

causing you to feel that way. The very last thing that we want to 

do here at the agency is to force you into something that you 

don't want to do. Modelling doesn't suit everyone; especially 

the nude modelling. Admittedly it does pay extremely well, and 

it can be a huge amount of fun if you are able to let go and really 

get into it. But if you don't find it fun, then the money is not 

worth being unhappy for."

 

"I do find the modelling sort of fun," said Bryan, speaking 

slowly. "It's just the idea of people looking at the pictures that I 

can't get my head around. Why would anyone want to see 

pictures of me with nothing on?"

 

Damian laughed, lightly. "You're a good-looking boy, Bryan. 

Some people enjoy looking at beautiful things."

 

"Yeah, sure," said Brian, cynically. "You mean they want to 

look at them while they jerk off."

 

"Well, that as well," Damian admitted with a grin. The grin 

turned into a gentle smile. "Is that the part that bothers you?"

 

"I guess." Again Bryan felt his face reddening. 

 

"I can't deny that the majority of people who pay to look at the 

websites, especially the nude and the hard sites, probably do so 

because of the sexual aspect: that's the nature of the business. 

You either have to come to terms with that, or you stop doing 

the modelling."

 

"You're saying that I should stop?" Bryan asked, feeling a 

sudden panic that he was about to be sent home and not allowed 

the chance to do any more modelling.

 

"No, I'm not saying that. You should do what you want to do. 

If you enjoy it, do it. If it makes you unhappy, don't do it.

 

"I... I don't want to stop," The words were a reflex reaction. 

But Bryan realised that they were true: he really didn't want to 

stop. He'd had a great time doing the various photo-shoots and 

he'd made friends with Jon and Jack and Damian. Then there 

was the money, which was fantastic; even with his mother 

making him save most of it, he still had enough to buy anything 

that he wanted. He knew he would miss all of that if he stopped 

now.

 

"I'm pleased to hear that," said Damian. "But always remember 

that everything that you do is your choice. If you don't want to 

do something, say so. Also, I'm not just your photographer, I'm 

your friend as well, so if anything is bothering you, even if it has 

nothing at all to do with the modelling, you can talk to me about 

it."

 

Bryan nodded. "OK," he said, feeling a little bit awkward. 

 

Damian reached over and put his hand on the boy's shoulder 

and gave it a friendly squeeze. "I met your brother, Robert, 

yesterday."

 

"Yeah, he told me."

 

"He seems nice. After hearing some of the things that you'd said 

about him, I was expecting a monster."

 

"He's OK sometimes," said Bryan. "He's been a lot better the 

last few days. We had a big fight last week, but we've sorted it 

out now." He gave an embarrassed smile as he recalled the 

episode in the bathroom where he'd splashed aftershave on his 

privates and Robert had come to his rescue.

 

"I asked him whether he would be interested in modelling," said 

Damian. "But he didn't seem keen on the idea. Which is a 

shame, because I think he would be pretty good and there is 

always a big demand for sets of brothers."

 

"He told me he wasn't interested," said Bryan, not at all liking 

the idea of being photographed with Robert. "Besides, he's 

gay," he added, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, 

and immediately feeling bad for revealing his brother's secret.

 

Damian started to laugh. "Why should that make any 

difference? And I already knew that he was gay."

 

"He told you?"

 

"Not directly. But I sort of worked it out. I may have another 

word with him and see if I can talk him into giving the 

modelling a try."

 

"He won't do it," said Bryan.

 

"We'll see."

 

They continued to chat for a while, though Bryan was relieved 

that Damian seemed to have finished with the probing questions; 

the boy had never been good at talking about personal things. 

He hadn't been totally truthful with Damian, since he still didn't 

feel entirely comfortable with the idea of being photographed 

naked. But he did feel much better about it than he had at first, 

and now that he'd come this far he couldn't stand the thought 

of having it all taken away from him. Besides, they kept telling 

him that he didn't have to do anything that he didn't want to, so 

if things got too heavy he could always say 'no'. This silly idea 

of him being photographed with Robert, for instance. It would 

be alright if they both had their clothes on, and Bryan might 

even be willing to stretch a point and go shirtless with his 

brother. But hell would freeze over before he'd let himself be 

photographed naked with Robert. Not that it would ever be an 

issue anyway, since Robert was unlikely to agree to any 

modelling, and besides, he was almost too old.

 

They'd finished chatting and Bryan was sitting at Damian's 

desk signing prints when Jon arrived. The youngster rushed in, 

breathlessly apologising about being late and muttering 

something about road works.

 

Damian, who was again sorting through the clothing on the rails, 

said that a few minutes didn't matter and told the boy to relax 

and calm down, since he was no good for photographs while he 

was wide eyed and panting. The man had chosen a couple of 

outfits from the rails and he carried them over to the two 

teenagers. "I think we'll use these today," he said, holding out a 

T-shirt and baggy shorts to Jon and similar garments to Bryan. 

"Get yourselves changed and we'll make a start.

 

Bryan put down his pen and accepted an open-necked, pale blue 

shirt and a pair of black shorts with white trim. He moved out 

from behind the desk to join Jon. The shirt that Jon had been 

given was red, in more of a vest style, with some sort of 

repeated motif running down the front in a paler red. Jon's 

shorts were dark blue. The two boys crossed over to the table 

that stood next to the clothing rails.

 

"Did you do anything nice at the weekend?" Jon asked, 

dropping the shirt and shorts onto the table and immediately 

starting to remove the shirt that he was wearing.

 

"Nothing special," said Bryan. "But me and Robert sort of made 

up."

 

"You did? That's great," Jon grinned.

 

"Yeah, he bought me this." Bryan had pulled off his shirt and 

dropped it onto the table. Bare-chested, he pointed to the gold 

chain with its 'B' pendant that hung around his neck.

 

"Let me see," said Jon, leaning closer. He reached out and 

carefully took the pendant between his finger and thumb. "Oh, 

wow! This is so cool."

 

"He actually gave me it last Wednesday," said Bryan. "But this 

is the first time I've worn it. He bought it for me to say that he 

was sorry for being so mean to me all the time."

 

"I like it," said Jon. "It looks good on you."

 

"Yeah," Bryan agreed. "I guess I'd better take it off though." 

He unfastened the chain and carried it back over to Damian's 

desk. "Can I leave this on here?" he asked the man.

 

"No problem," said Damian. "It'll be safe there. Oh, and by the 

way guys, better take off your underwear before putting on the 

shorts. For this shoot I want you both in the shirts and shorts 

and nothing else."

 

"OK," Jon gave a giggle. "This is going to be fun."

 

Bryan forced a smile as he crossed back to the table. Now that it 

had come to the undressing part he was getting nervous again. 

He kicked off his shoes and bent to pull off his socks, then 

stood up and unfastened his trousers. Jon was already down to 

his under-shorts, and he casually pushed them down and 

stepped out of them, leaving himself naked. Bryan quickly 

removed his trousers and considered whether or not to pull on 

the T-shirt before taking off his boxers. However, he was 

annoyed with himself for always appearing shy in front of Jon, 

and besides, they were both likely be naked again anyway in a 

few minutes, so what was the problem? He left the shirt lying on 

the table and pushed down his shorts.

 

"Hey, you've shaved." Jon gave a delighted laugh. "Let me see," 

he bent closer to look at Bryan's groin.

 

Bryan had to stop himself taking an involuntary step back. 

"Yeah," he said, feeling embarrassed by Jon's close scrutiny. "I 

did it on Friday night."

 

"Cool," said Jon. "It looks nice. Jack shaved me again last night 

because mine was starting to grow again; not much, but you 

could just see it, and you could feel it. It feels much nicer when 

it's just been done." He emphasised his words by running his 

fingers around the area at the base of his dick.

 

"Yeah, good," said Bryan, not feeling at all comfortable 

standing around naked and discussing the shaving of pubic hair. 

Jon gave another giggle and his hand moved towards Bryan. 

Bryan felt himself tensing up, almost sure that Jon was going to 

ask for a feel. However, at the last moment Jon seemed to think 

better of the idea, and he pulled his hand back. Bryan quickly 

scooped up the black shorts and stepped into them, feeling a 

little better now that he was again covered up.

 

"Are you guys ready?" asked Damian, approaching them with a 

camera in his hand.

 

"Nearly," said Jon. He finished pulling the shirt over his head 

and straightened it. "Right, I'm ready now."

 

"OK," said Damian, giving them both appraising looks. He 

absently pulled at the shoulder of Jon's shirt, making slight 

adjustments. "What I want to do today is something a little 

different. The main emphasis of this shoot is to have some fun. 

If the two of you are enjoying yourselves then that will come 

through in the pictures and we'll get a really good set." He 

handed the camera to Jon. "You ever use one of these before?"

 

Jon shook his head. "I've used an ordinary camera, but never 

one like this."

 

"It's dead easy," said Damian. "You just aim it at what you 

want to take a picture of, and you press this button." He pointed 

to a button on the top of the camera. "I want the two of you to 

have a good time taking turns photographing each other. I'll 

guide you along, but you can also follow your own ideas as well; 

just have fun."

 

"But what if the pictures are not very good?" Jon asked, looking 

at the camera apprehensively.

 

Damian gave a laugh. "It doesn't matter. That camera is only 

there as a prop. I'll be taking the real photographs with another 

camera, though we may include some of yours if they're 

suitable. Just a couple a things before we start: this is a soft set, 

so we can't use any pictures of you touching each other down 

there." He nodded in the direction of Jon's groin. "And also, 

since it's a soft set, we can't use any pictures of boners. If it 

happens, don't worry about it; we'll take a break to give you a 

chance to deal with the problem. So, are you both ready?"

 

"Yeah," said Jon, with a nervous grin.

 

"I guess," said Bryan. He didn't fully understand what they 

were going to be doing, but he was reassured by the 'no-

touching' rule. The talk of boners was a little worrying. Jon had, 

of course, already seen him hard several times now and they'd 

even touched each other, but that still didn't make Bryan 

comfortable with the idea, and the thought of being naked and 

hard in front of Damian made his stomach turn over. Bryan 

decided that he wasn't going to let himself get a boner.

 

"OK, let's make a start," said Damian. "It's probably going to 

take a few minutes for you both to settle down and start to 

relax, so don't worry if you feel a bit awkward at first. We'll 

begin with Jon taking some photographs of you, Bryan." He 

gave the boy a reassuring smile and then went over to his desk to 

pick up his own camera.

 

Jon took a few steps away from Bryan and pointed the camera 

at his friend. He giggled and clicked on the button, taking a 

picture.

 

"Hang on, I wasn't ready," Bryan complained. He stood for a 

moment, uncertainly. "What should I do?" he asked Damian.

 

"Anything you like?" said Damian. "Just do whatever comes 

into your head. You can be serious, or silly; anything you want."

 

Bryan still stood there, lost. Every time he'd posed before, 

Damian had told him exactly what to do. Now that he was being 

left to his own devices he really didn't have a clue.

 

"Put your hands on your hips and smile," Jon suggested, coming 

to his friend's rescue.

 

Bryan followed the suggestion, since at least it got him started. 

He followed up by crossing his arms in front of his chest. Then, 

stuck again, he scratched his head.

 

"I like that one," Jon laughed.

 

"That wasn't a proper pose," Bryan objected. He frowned at Jon 

and the dark-haired boy giggled and took another photograph. 

"Not fair," called Bryan, starting to laugh. "You've got to wait 

until I'm ready."

 

"If we wait until you're ready we'll be here all day," said Jon. 

"Lift up your arm and show me your muscles."

 

Bryan did as he was told, flexing his arm, and pulling the short 

sleeve of the T-shirt out of the way. He repeated this with the 

other arm, and then both arms together, moving through a series 

of body-builder type poses. After the first couple, he was 

giggling almost as much as Jon. "Here, give me the camera and 

let me take some of you," he said, after several minutes of what 

he considered to be silly poses.

 

"OK," Jon handed the camera over and the two boys changed 

places.

 

Jon didn't appear to have any of Bryan's awkwardness. The 

young teen went through a series of poses, most of them 

exaggerated and comical, including puckering his lips as if for a 

kiss, and then sticking his tongue out at the camera.

 

"Good, you're both starting to loosen up a bit," said Damian, 

who had been moving around in the background, taking a few 

pictures of his own. "Let's start to make things a bit more fun. 

"Jon, lift the hem side of your shirt a couple of inches, just to 

hint at showing some skin. Yes, that's nice. Now a bit more. 

OK, now Bryan, I want you to stand directly in front of Jon, lift 

up the front of his shirt a couple of inches and point the camera 

up underneath."

 

"Like this?" Bryan asked, following the photographer's 

instructions.

 

"Yeah, that's it," said Damian. "But look like you're enjoying 

yourself. Let's have some more of that type of picture. I'll leave 

it up to the two of you to see what you can come up with."

 

"Let me do it," said Jon, taking the camera back. He 

immediately lifted the front of Bryan's shirt all the way up and 

took a picture of the boy's chest.

 

"That's more like it," laughed Damian. "That look on your face, 

Bryan, was priceless."

 

"Thanks," said Bryan, sarcastically. Jon's action had taken him 

by surprise. "You wait until I get the camera again," he told his 

friend, giving a grin.

 

For the next few minutes Jon took photographs of Bryan from a 

variety of positions and showing various amounts of stomach 

and chest, including some shots of the boy laid out on the floor 

on both his back and his stomach. Most of the situations were a 

little silly and both boys were laughing happily.

 

"I've got an idea," Jon suggested, just as Bryan thought they'd 

exhausted most of the possibilities. Jon moved behind Bryan 

and pressed himself up close to Bryan's back, looking over the 

boy's shoulder. He held the camera out at arms length, pointing 

towards both of their faces and clicked the button.

 

"Good one," said Damian. "Hold onto that pose for a moment, 

but Bryan, lift up the front of your shirt, right up to you chin. 

That's it. Now Jon, keep holding the camera out, pointing 

towards you both, and run your other hand over Bryan's chest. 

Perfect. Now move your hand down onto Bryan's stomach. 

Good. Now just slide your fingertips inside the waistband of his 

shorts."

 

Bryan was aware of Jon's breathing next to his ear as he felt the 

boy's hand stroking across the front of his torso, and he held his 

own breath as Jon's fingers moved down his stomach and then 

down inside his shorts. He knew that the boy's fingers were just 

inches away from his dick. Damian had said that there shouldn't 

be any touching, so what was going on? Then Jon suddenly gave 

a laugh. He gripped the waistband of Bryan's shorts, pulled 

them open, aimed the camera down inside and took a picture.

 

Taken completely by surprise, Bryan struggled to free himself 

from his friend's hold. He glared at Jon for a moment and then 

he smiled sheepishly. "That wasn't fair," he said.

 

"It was a great picture though," said Damian, who had obviously 

captured the moment. "This is working out well. I think it's time 

to lose the shirts, guys."

 

The boys took turns photographing each other taking off their 

shirts. They followed with a few shirtless poses and then 

Damian suggested that it was time to make things a little 

raunchier. Jon, who was posing at the time, took the 

photographer at his word and hooked his thumbs inside the front 

of his shorts and slowly pushed them down to reveal his dick 

and balls. Giggling, he wriggled his hips to cause his dick to 

shake from side to side for a moment, before pulling his shorts 

back into place.

 

Bryan had aimed the camera roughly in the direction of Jon's 

groin throughout this short display and had taken a few 

photographs, not feeling entirely comfortable about focussing so 

much on another boy's dick. Though at the same time, he was 

laughing at his friend's antics.

 

"Take your shorts all the way off, Jon," said Damian.

 

"OK." The boy put his hand in front of his groin as if suddenly 

shy and eased his shorts down his legs and stepped out of them. 

Then, he put his hands up behind his head and moved his hips in 

a wide, circular movement similar to one of the moves that 

Danny had used in his dance routine.

 

"Pervert," laughed Bryan, taking some pictures. "Do you have to 

shake it about so much?"

 

Jon shrugged. "It's the only thing that I'm good at, so I may as 

well make the most of it." He held out his hand. "Give me the 

camera and you can take your shorts off."

 

This was the part that Bryan had not been looking forwards to: 

the part where he got completely naked. He knew from prior 

experience that once he was naked he'd soon get used to being 

that way and begin to relax, but those first few moments of 

being completely exposed always caused his stomach to knot up. 

He waited a moment for John to get ready with the camera and 

then hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts. There 

would be no teasing, like Jon had done; he'd simply take of his 

shorts and have done with it.

 

"Hang on a second," said Damian. "Let's do this one a little 

differently. Bryan, just stand with your hands on your hips. Jon, 

get down onto your knees in front of Bryan and pull down the 

front of his shorts with one hand while at the same time taking 

photographs."

 

Jon appeared to like this idea a lot if his enthusiastic grin was 

anything to go by. Bryan wasn't quite so keen, but couldn't 

think of a valid reason for objecting and so had to go along with 

it. The sandy-haired boy looked on as Jon hooked his fingers 

into the front of his shorts and slowly pulled them down, at the 

same time pointing the camera directly at Bryan's groin. Bryan 

drew in a sharp breath as he felt Jon's fingertips come into 

contact with his soft penis and brush against the organ as the 

shorts came down.

 

"Oops. Sorry," Jon giggled, not sounding at all sorry.

 

"No problem," said Bryan, not wanting to make a big deal out of 

it. After all, Jon had touched him before. He shot a quick glance 

at Damian, hoping that the man wasn't about to comment on the 

contact, but Damian was still taking photographs and appeared 

not to have noticed.

 

As on previous occasions, once Bryan was naked, he soon 

started to settle down, and the two boys had a great time taking 

photographs of each other in a variety of positions. There was a 

short pause to allow Damian time to change the memory cards in 

the cameras, and then it was back to business. In spite of what 

Damian had said at the start, there was quite a lot of physical 

contact, though Bryan wasn't too worried by this as it was all 

confined to the upper body. One particularly silly shot involved 

a close-up of Jon lightly pinching one of Bryan's nipples 

between his thumb and forefinger. Another shot involved Jon 

sucking on the tip of Bryan's extended index finger. They then 

swapped around so that Bryan could be photographed sucking 

Jon's finger.

 

"OK, this is going great, guys," said Damian. "Let's get a few 

more sexy ones and then we're done. For this next one I want 

you both to stand face to face and push your hips towards each 

other until you're almost touching. Then Jon, hold the camera 

about head height and point it down between the two of you as 

though taking a photograph of both of your dicks."

 

The boys got into position and Damian told them to move closer. 

As they both pushed their hips forwards, Bryan bit back a gasp 

as his own dick brushed briefly against Jon's. Jon thought that 

this was highly amusing.

 

They then moved onto a series of close-ups. In the first ones, the 

boys took turns laying on their backs on the floor, their legs 

open, whilst the other boy leaned in close and took a dick-shot. 

These were followed by similar dick-shots, but this time 

standing up. Then, Bryan was asked to take a close-up of Jon's 

dick, but at the same time touch the shaved area above it with 

his fingers as though feeling how smooth it was. Bryan 

reluctantly went ahead with this, but quickly jerked his hand 

away, giggling, as Jon's penis twitched just a fraction of an inch 

from his hand.

 

"Alright, that will do for those," laughed Damian. "Now just a 

few more intimate ones to finish off with."

 

Damian took the camera from Jon and they did a standing pose 

in which Jon cuddled up close to Bryan, his arms around 

Bryan's chest and his head resting on the boy's shoulder. This 

position caused Jon's dick to rub up against Bryan's thigh. In the 

next pose, the boys were asked to hug each other, which brought 

the entire fronts of their bodies into contact. For Bryan, it was a 

strange feeling having Jon pressed right up against him, and he 

was acutely aware of his dick pushed right up against Jon's. He 

hoped that they wouldn't have to keep this position up for long.

 

"That look's really nice," said Damian. "Really sweet. Hold onto 

that position, but move your heads back and look into each 

other's eyes. Beautiful. Hold it a second. Now I want you to 

move your heads slightly closer together and tilt them a little. 

Open your lips a little a though you're going to kiss."

 

"What? Erm, I dunno." Bryan looked around at Damian. The 

last couple of shots had been bad enough, but this was taking 

things a bit far.

 

"Don't worry," Damian reassured him. "I don't want you to 

actually kiss. Just look like you're about to."

 

"OK," Bryan agreed, uncertainly. His heart was beating quickly 

as he moved his head into position. He could feel Jon's heart 

also beating hard. Jon's chest pressed right up against his own, 

and Jon's breath was warm on his face. There was also 

something hard pressing against his lower stomach. Jon's dick?

 

"That's a beautiful shot," said Damian. "Thanks guys. I think 

that will do for now."

 

With a sigh of relief, Bryan stepped out of Jon's embrace. As he 

did so, he glanced down. Jon was sporting a full erection.

 

"Sorry," said Jon, with a slightly embarrassed smile. Then as he 

looked down at Bryan, his smile broadened.

 

Bryan realised that his own dick was more than half way hard. 

He fought back a moment of panic. He'd promised himself that 

he wasn't going to get a boner. He shot a glance over at his 

clothing, which was on the other side of the room. That was no 

good. There was nothing he could do. His face glowing, he felt 

his cock stiffen to full hardness.

 

"Well, it's a good job we've finished," said Damian, with a 

gentle smile. Don't worry about it Bryan." He looked the boy up 

and down, causing Bryan to squirm. "Can I make a suggestion?" 

He said. "Since you're both hard, let me take a couple of 

pictures of you, maybe individual and then together, just for 

your own collections. They wouldn't go on the site. I'd run off a 

couple of prints for you and the delete the images. How does 

that sound?"

 

"I don't think so," said Bryan, blushing as he crossed his hands 

in front of himself in an effort to hide his condition.

 

"Oh, go on Bryan. It'd be so cool," Jon begged. "No one else 

would ever see them unless you wanted them to."

 

"There's no way I would ever let anyone see them," said Bryan, 

his head down.

 

"Yeah, well, that's fine. But don't you think it would be so cool 

to be able to be able to look at it yourself?" said Jon. "Please 

Bryan. I'm going to let Damian take some of me, but it would be 

great to have one of us both together."

 

Bryan didn't know what to do. He thought about the print he 

had under his mattress, the one where he was naked on the 

sheepskin rug. He would often take that out and look at it. It 

would be sort of cool to have one where he was hard. But the 

thought of letting Damian take such a photograph caused him to 

feel a little sick.

 

"Don't worry Bryan, it was just an idea," said Damian. "You go 

get some clothes on, while take I take a couple of shots of Jon." 

He started to turn away.

 

"No." Bryan spoke without thinking. "I'll do it," he blurted. 

"But you've got to promise that no one else will see them."

 

"I'll delete them as soon as I've printed them out," said Damian. 

"Are you sure that you want to go ahead with it?"

 

"Yeah, I'm sure."

 

"Ok, let's do it. Jon, let me do Bryan first so that he can get it 

over with. Then, if he wants, we'll do one of the two of you 

together, then I'll do your solo ones. It'll only take minute."

 

"Sure," said Jon. He moved away from Bryan so that he would 

be out of shot.

 

"OK, Bryan," said Damian. "Let's go for it. Let one arm hang 

down by your side and put the other up behind your head. 

That's nice. Turn a little to your left for me. That's perfect."

 

Bryan tried to relax as Damian took the photograph, though this 

was almost impossible to do since he couldn't take his mind off 

his hard dick.

 

"Now let's do one of you sitting on the corner of the desk," 

Damian suggested. He waited a moment for Bryan to get into 

position. "Open your legs. That's it. Let your hands rest on your 

thighs. Good. Now how about one with you lying on your back 

on the sheepskin rug?"

 

"Yeah, OK." Bryan still couldn't quite believe that he was doing 

this. He was naked, he had a full erection, and he was letting 

someone take photographs of him in this condition. It was as 

though it were happening to someone else. He got down onto his 

back on the sheepskin rug, propping himself up on his elbows, 

and watched as Damian dropped to his knees and took the 

photograph.

 

"OK, Bryan. All done. Now how do you feel about one with 

Jon?"

 

Bryan looked at Jon, who gave him a pleading look in return. "I 

guess that would be OK," said Bryan, more for Jon's sake than 

for any other reason.

 

Damian had the two boys stand side by side, turned slightly 

towards each other so that their erections were almost touching 

at the ends. He took the photograph. Then he stepped forwards 

and put his hand on Bryan's shoulder. He smiled as he looked 

into the boy's eyes. "You did great, Bryan. Go and get your 

clothes on while I do Jon's pictures."

 

Bryan didn't need telling twice. He hurried over to his clothing 

and quickly pulled on his shorts, covering up his aching boner. 

He was glad that the ordeal was over. However, as he pulled on 

his shirt he suddenly grinned to himself and looked down at the 

bulge in his shorts. He'd let Damian photograph him naked and 

hard. He gave a soft giggle. That was probably the bravest thing 

that he'd ever done in his whole life.

 

"You OK?" Jon had finished his posing and come over to get 

dressed.

 

"Yeah. I can't believe I just did that."

 

"Feels good, doesn't it?" said Jon, grinning. "I love it. I can't 

wait to do more stuff."

 

"I still don't think I'll be doing any proper hard stuff," said 

Bryan. "But it did feel sort of good."

 

The boys dressed and made there way over to Damian, who was 

working at the computer. The printer beneath his desk was 

humming away busily.

 

"I'm printing out two of each picture," said Damian. "That 

means that you will have two copies of each of your own solos, 

and one each of the two of you together. Is that alright?"

 

"Yeah, I guess so," said Bryan. He looked at Jon. "You won't 

show anyone the picture of the two of us together will you?"

 

Jon frowned. "Would it be OK if I show it to Jack?"

 

"Yeah, alright. But no one else."

 

"Great," laughed Jon. He gave Bryan a quick hug.

 

Damian finished printing out the pictures and he sorted them 

into two piles, giving one pile to each boy. Bryan quickly 

glanced through the selection of large prints. He realised he was 

grinning as he looked at the pictures of himself with a boner. It 

was a strange experience. He looked up as Jon held out a 

picture."

 

"Here," said Jon, a little nervously. "You can have this one." It 

was a picture of the boy sitting on the corner of the desk with 

his legs wide open and his dick pointing straight up towards his 

stomach." Jon looked at Bryan with a nervous, hopeful 

expression.

 

Bryan looked at the picture for a moment and then looked at 

Jon. Oh, what the hell? He pulled one of the pictures from his 

own pile, one of the images where he was sitting on the corner 

of the desk, and handed it to Jon. "Just take care of it, OK?"

 

"Thanks, Bryan." Jon's face lit up in a happy grin. He gave 

Bryan another hug, this time holding it a little longer. "You're 

the best friend ever."

 

Bryan smiled happily. He felt pretty good.

 

**********

 

Damian ran through the sequence of images a final time, just to 

make absolutely sure that he was happy with everything. It was 

a terrific set and the photographer was immensely pleased with 

how it had turned out. He'd spent hours going through the 

pictures, both the ones that he had taken and the ones taken by 

the boys themselves, arranging them into a suitable order, then 

editing them and where necessary doing a little touching up. But 

the end result had been worth the work. The set showed two 

young teens having a lot of fun, and Damian was sure that it 

would be a big hit when it appeared on the site. He had been 

pleasantly surprised at how many of the pictures taken by the 

boys had been usable, especially the ones taken by Jon, and he 

had been able to fit a good number of them into the sequence. 

Both of the boys looked terrific. Jon's posing had a relaxed 

confidence, whilst Bryan appeared more shy, yet at the same 

time incredibly natural. They were both great kids, and Damian 

felt lucky to be able to spend time with them.

 

The session had been a big success in more ways than one. Bryan 

had taken a huge step forwards in allowing himself to be 

photographed with an erection. Damian hoped that given time, 

the boy would continue to relax and lose his inhibitions and 

eventually maybe take part in some of the more interesting 

activities that were available; Bryan had the potential to be a 

huge star, maybe even bigger than Danny. Damian would have 

loved to have kept copies of the pictures that he had taken at the 

end of the session, showing the boys hard, but he had promised 

that once the prints had been made, the images would be 

deleted, and he had kept that promise. Much of his relationship 

with the boys was based on trust, and he was not about to betray 

that trust.

 

Finally finished, the young photographer glanced down at his 

watch and was surprised to see that it was almost 10:30 p.m. He 

rubbed his eyes, wearily, and turned off the computer. It was 

time he was getting home. Everyone else had almost certainly 

already gone, even Sean, who had a habit of putting in long 

hours and working late into the night. Damian stood and 

stretched, then noted that he was ravenously hungry, not having 

eaten anything all day other than a quick sandwich at lunch time. 

He decided to pick up a take-away on his way home. He pulled 

his jacket off the back of his chair and, tossing it over his 

shoulder, he made his way to the door. He did a quick visual 

check around the studio to make sure that everything was in 

order, then turned out the light and left, closing the door behind 

him. The corridor was dim, lit only by the faint glow of the 

auxiliary lighting that stayed on twenty-fours a day. This was 

further confirmation that everyone else had indeed gone. He 

reached for the door that led to the stairs down to the main 

reception area and gave a start of surprise as the door was pulled 

open to reveal a dark figure.

 

"Eric!" The faint light fell on the man's face. Damian gave a 

grin. "You startled me."

 

Eric frowned. "Trying to earn yourself more brownie-points by 

working late?" he growled. He appeared a little breathless and 

flustered. Damian put this down to being taken by surprise, since 

his own heart was thumping from the shock of bumping into the 

man in the near darkness.

 

"Just doing my job, Eric," Damian replied. He kept his voice 

cool, not rising to the man's dig. The last thing he wanted at this 

time of night was a blazing row with Eric. "I'm surprised to see 

you here though. Did you forget something?"

 

"Mind your own fucking business. That's the trouble with place. 

Everybody thinks they have a right to know what everybody 

else is doing." He pushed roughly passed the younger man and 

headed off down the corridor towards his own studio.

 

"And a good night to you Eric," said Damian, softly, with a 

sardonic smile. He shook his head and, putting his fellow 

photographer out of his mind, he descended the stairs, hurried 

through the reception area, and crossed to the main staircase that 

would take him down to the underground car park.

 

The car park was almost as dark as the corridor outside his 

studio had been, with just very faint lights widely spaced along 

the concrete ceiling casting a dim, almost eerie glow. There were 

several cars still there, indicating that there were still people 

working in some of the offices above. Damian smiled to himself; 

unlikely though it seemed, it appeared that there were people 

with even less of a social life than him. The young man crossed 

to the bay that held his own car, the sound of his footsteps 

echoing dully in the darkness. He reached his car and fumbled in 

his pocket for his keys. As he was inserting the key into the lock, 

he stopped. For a moment he thought he had heard a sound, 

almost like soft, unsteady breathing. He glanced around, but 

couldn't see anyone. He shrugged and opened his car door, the 

light from inside the car providing a welcome glow. He was 

about to get into the car when he heard the sound again. Yes, 

there the definitely someone there. His heart beating fast, he 

stepped away from the car, looking around. He left the car door 

open just in case he needed to get in quickly. 

 

"Hello? Anyone there?" He kept his voice fairly low.

 

There was no reply. Had he imagined it? He must have done. 

He'd spent too many hours working at the computer without a 

break and gone too long without food. No wonder his 

imagination was playing tricks on him. Trying to calm his 

thumping heart, he turned back to his car.

 

"Damian?" The voice was soft, little more than a whisper.

 

The young photographer spun around and saw a figure moving 

out of the darkness of one of the other bays. The overhead 

lighting gave just enough light to illuminate his face.

 

"Danny?" Damian breathed a sigh of relief. "What the hell are 

you doing lurking in the dark? You scared the shit out of me." 

Then as the boy moved closer, his relief turned to concern. This 

wasn't the usual happy-go-lucky sixteen-year-old that he knew 

so well. This was a Danny that he had never seen before. The 

light from the car door was now falling on the boy's features, 

revealing red-rimmed eyes and a large red mark on one side of 

his face as though he had been slapped, hard. "Danny, what's 

going on?"

 

The boy drew in a long, shuddering breath. "I can't take it 

anymore," he said, he voice shaking. "Damian, you've got to 

help me." He stood for a moment with a pleading look in his 

eyes. Then his lips started to tremble and a moment later he 

collapsed, sobbing, into Damian's open arms.

 

 

 

*****

 

The story continues in Chapter 20: Proposition

 

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