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ST: The Agency 03 (M/t,exhib,no sex) 
 
Copyright of this story is retained by the author and it should not 
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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 3 - Jon's First Photoshoot 
by 
Gymnopedies


After the excitement of the weekend, Bryan's life quickly settled 
back into the usual routine. Though there had been one or two 
notable exceptions to this. One of these had been the row he had had 
with his mother about the Ł100 he had earned from his first photo-
shoot. She had insisted, quite vehemently, that everything that 
Bryan earned from modelling should be invested for his future. Bryan 
had taken the view that it was his money and that he should be able 
to do with it whatever he wanted. After considerable arguing, both 
of them gave a little ground, with his mother saying he could keep 
10% of anything he earned and invest the rest, and Bryan holding out 
for 50%. After that, they both dug their heels in and it looked as 
though they were set for a serious fight. Eventually, Bryan's father 
had come up with a compromise. He suggested that Bryan be allowed to 
keep all of this first Ł100, plus a quarter of everything else he 
earned, the remainder being invested for him, with the added 
condition that this arrangement could be changed if there came a 
time when Bryan started making big money. Anne Wallace had shot her 
husband a disgusted look, but had finally agreed, leaving Bryan 
feeling as though he had done quite well out of the deal. The only 
other problems had come from Robert, who continued to take every 
available opportunity to tease Bryan about his modelling.

Then, on Wednesday, Bryan arrived home from school to find a large, 
brown envelope on the table waiting for him.

"Damian called by earlier and dropped it off for you," the boy's 
mother said, glancing back over her shoulder as she prepared the 
evening meal. "He didn't say what was in it, though he did ask about 
you going over to the studio on Saturday afternoon to sit in during 
Jon's shoot. I told him that would be fine."

"Yeah, no problem," Bryan agreed, only half listening as he tore 
open the envelope. He pulled out a small pile of large photographs 
and a note. The note read "These are a selection of prints from the 
pictures we chose to include in your first set. Check out the 
website tonight to see the full selection. Hope to see you on 
Saturday. Damian." The boy flicked through the pictures, hardly able 
to believe that he was the subject; these were really good.

"What you got there, Bryan?" 

The thirteen-year-old glanced up to see that his dad had just 
arrived home from work. "Damian dropped off some prints from my 
first shoot," said the boy.

"Oh? Let's see." The man put his case and jacket down on a chair and 
came to stand behind Bryan, reaching down over the boy's shoulder to 
take some the pictures. "These are really great," he said, looking 
through them. "Have you seen them, Anne?"

"Not yet," the boy's mother replied. "He's only just opened them. 
I'll look in a minute; I don't want this to burn." She returned to 
stirring the contents of a saucepan.

"Damian really has done a terrific job," Bryan's dad said. "We're 
going to have to put some of these in frames."

"Dad! I don't want them displayed all over the place," Bryan 
objected. 

"Why not?" the man asked. "I want everyone to see my good-looking 
son."

"Dad!" Bryan could feel colour rising to his face.

"And I wonder where he got his good looks from," the boy's mother 
said, over her shoulder.

"Well, partly from you, dear," the man replied, moving up behind his 
wife. "But I would like to think that I played at least a small part 
in it." He put his arms around the woman and kissed the back her 
neck and she squirmed and giggled girlishly.

Bryan pulled a disgusted face. "I'm going up my room," he said. 
"Call me when dinner is ready."

After they had eaten, Bryan's dad turned on the family's computer 
and logged into the Boys On View website. Bryan found it a little 
embarrassing, sitting next to his father while they cycled through 
the pictures, particularly the ones where he had his shirt open or 
completely off, and strangely, these were the ones the man would 
pause on for the longest.

"You really do look great in these, Bryan," the man said.

"He looks like a dork," said Robert, who had come quietly up behind 
them.  "Though I expect he'll have all the old pervs drooling over 
him and fantasising about getting their dirty little hands on him." 
He pulled a face and wiggled his fingers suggestively.

Their father gave the older boy a cold look. "Why can't you ever say 
anything nice?"

"Why should I get excited just because little Bryan's had his 
picture taken with his shirt off?"

"I'm not suggesting you get excited," the man replied. "But you 
could try giving him some encouragement instead of trying to put him 
down all the time."

"You mean like the way you are with me?"

Their father gave a sigh. "I don't try to put you down. I'd love to 
have a reason to be proud of you, but you seem to go out of your way 
to avoid giving me one."

"Yeah, sure. So I need to go pose for the pervs before you can be 
proud of me?"

"For goodness sake, stop it Robert. Just stop being nasty to 
everyone all the time and start acting like a decent human being; 
that's all it would take."

"Oh, forget it." Robert stormed away.

Bryan had tried to ignore the exchange. Confrontations between his 
dad and his brother were fairly common and always ended with Robert 
storming out. This one had been fairly mild.

"Take no notice of him, Bryan," the man said. "He's seventeen and 
thinks he has the problems of whole world on his shoulders. I'll bet 
anything that he's secretly proud of you, even though he would never 
admit it; and I am definitely so proud of you." He put his arm 
around the boy's shoulders and, giving him a hug, he kissed him 
lightly on the cheek.

Bryan blushed and felt a warm glow of happiness. At thirteen, he 
felt he was getting a little old for hugs and kisses from his 
parents, but he was unable to deny that he still liked to receive 
them.





Bryan got his mother to drop him at the entrance to the office 
building. She'd suggested parking the car and accompanying him up to 
the Boys On View suite, but he insisted that he could manage on his 
own. She'd muttered something about him getting too independent for 
his own good, but had relented, telling him to give her a call on 
his mobile and let her know what time he wanted to be picked up.

As the boy stepped out of the lift and entered the agency's front 
office, he reflected that it hardly seemed like a full week since he 
was last here. 

Carol looked up at him from her usual position at the reception 
desk. "Hi Bryan," the young woman greeted him, giving a warm smile. 
"How's our new star today?"

It took Bryan a moment to work out what she was talking about, and 
then he gave a shy grin. "Oh, you mean the pictures on the website. 
You've seen them?"

"Yes, I've seen them," she said. "And you look amazing. Come over 
here a minute. Before you go up to the studio, there's something I 
want you to do for me." She pulled a brown folder out of a drawer 
and opened it on the desk. As Bryan stepped closer he saw that the 
folder contained a large print of one of the pictures from his 
online photoset. It was a picture of him from the school uniform set 
and he was standing with his thumbs hooked into his belt, holding 
his shirt open, his loose tie hanging down over his bare chest. "I'd 
like you to sign this for me," said Carol. "I try to get signed 
prints from all the boys, and after seeing your pictures I 
definitely want one of you. You are seriously cute."

Bryan felt his face heating up. He lowered his head to try to hide 
the fact that he was blushing. "What do you want me to put?" he 
asked, accepting the pen that Carol held out towards him.

"Just 'Love from Bryan' will do nicely," the woman smiled. "Put it 
down here in this bottom corner. You're going to have to get used to 
signing these; I understand there have already been a lot of 
requests."

Bryan wrote the brief message across the corner of the print, adding 
a couple of small crosses underneath.

"Thanks, Bryan, you're a sweetheart." Carol took the boy's face 
between her hands and kissed him on the cheek.

The thirteen-year-old was in a daze as he made his way up the stairs 
and entered Damian's studio. He closed the door behind him and just 
stood there, a wide grin on his face.

Damian, who had been working at his computer, looked up at the boy, 
a little puzzled, and then he too grinned. "Let me guess; Carol 
caught you on the way in?"

"Yeah."

"She's hopeless," Damian laughed. "A flash of bare chest and she's 
anybody's."

"She wanted me to sign a picture."

"And what did she give you in return?" Damian gave the boy a knowing 
look.

"She gave me a kiss."

"I bet she did." The photographer gave a shake of his head. "Get 
yourself over here. You've got some more pictures to sign, and these 
will earn you a bit more than a kiss."

Under Damian's supervision, Bryan added his name onto the corner of 
each of a small pile of photographs. He noted that at least half of 
them were copies of the same print that he had signed for Carol, and 
most of the rest were various poses of him in the beach shorts. He 
had almost finished the task when Jon arrived.

The dark haired boy had a scowl on his face. He did manage a sort of 
smile for Damian and Bryan, but it was extremely forced and, after 
some prompting from Damian, he admitted that he'd had a big row with 
his sister, Rachel, in the car on the way over, though he refused to 
say what about.

"You're not much good to me with that miserable expression on your 
face," Damian pointed out. "I hope you're going to cheer up a bit 
before we start."

"Sorry," Jon apologised. "I'll be alright in a minute. I saw you on 
the website, Bryan. You look good."

"Thanks," said Bryan. "The pictures turned out far better than I 
thought they would."

"You mean you expected them to be bad?" asked Damian. "I'm 
insulted."

"That's not what I meant," said Bryan, quickly.

"I know, I was teasing," said Damian. "Oh, before I forget, are you 
both available tomorrow afternoon?"

Bryan nodded. "I think so."

"Yeah," Jon agreed. "We never do anything on Sundays. Dad usually 
falls asleep in front of the TV after he's had his lunch."

"Great, because the weather forecast is good, so I thought we'd do 
an outdoor shoot with the two of you together. Nothing fancy; just 
generally playing around, climbing trees, with maybe a bit of 
wrestling on the grass. The punters love that sort of thing. I'll 
pick you up sometime after two o'clock."

"Wrestling?" Jon looked dubious.

"Yes, don't look so worried. I'm not intending to stick the pair of 
you in a ring and have you go ten rounds; I want you to have fun. If 
you're having a good time, it will come through in the pictures."

"I suppose," Jon agreed, still not looking convinced. 

"Trust me," said Damian, smiling broadly. He went over and pulled 
the polythene dust-sheeting from Jon's rail and began thoughtfully 
flicking through the hangers. "We'd better sort out what we're going 
to do today," he said. "I think we'll go for three sets; a smart 
casual one, a novelty one, and finish off with the Lycra shorts."

Bryan gave a start as he heard this last part. He remembered the 
sets he had seen on the website with boys in skin tight shorts that 
showed every detail and contour. He was still adamant that there was 
no way he would allow himself to be photographed in anything that 
revealing. He glanced at Jon, but the slim, dark-haired boy did not 
appear at all phased and stood waiting as Damian took clothes from 
the rail.

"These will do the job," said the photographer. He handed Jon a 
textured, cream-coloured shirt and grey trousers. Get changed into 
those, while I sort the camera out. Bryan, you can be the official 
clothes folder; it's your job to keep the clothes straight as Jon 
takes them off." He gave the boy a grin.

"Thanks," said Bryan, sarcastically. "I knew there had to be a 
reason you wanted me here today."

"Of course," Damian responded. "You don't think I got you to come in 
just because you're cute and I like to look at you, do you?"

Bryan stuck out his tongue at the man, giggled, and went over to Jon 
who had already started getting undressed.

Jon stripped all the way down to his underwear, a pair of fairly 
brief, black shorts. He gave Bryan a shy smile as he handed over his 
trousers and reached for the shirt he was to put on. Bryan noted 
that the Jon's body was leaner than his own and his skin was pale as 
if it had not been exposed to the sun. Jon was also a couple of 
inches taller, which probably contributed to his slimmer appearance.

As Bryan turned his attention to Jon's trousers, folding them 
carefully, the studio door suddenly crashed open and a rather 
chubby, middle-aged man stormed in.

"What the hell do you think you're playing at?" the man shouted, 
glaring at Damian and completely ignoring the two boys.

Damian looked at the man, obviously surprised at this intrusion. "Is 
there a problem, Eric?" he asked, calmly.

"Don't play the fucking innocent with me," the man snarled. "You 
know damn well that there's a problem."

"Eric, I'm doing a shoot at the moment, and I'd prefer that you 
moderated both your tone and your language in front of these boys. I 
don't have a clue what you're talking about. I suggest you go away, 
calm down, and maybe sober up a bit as well, and if you still think 
there's a problem then we can discuss it when I'm done here."

"Don't you start giving me your fucking orders," the man roared. 
"You're a nobody; you've only been here five minutes. You might be 
Sean's little golden boy, but that doesn't impress me. And don't try 
and act all innocent; I'm talking about Danny Barlow."

"Danny?" Damian looked genuinely confused. "I spoke to him briefly 
this morning, but we only talked about Bryan's sets on the website."

"You mean you talked to him about transferring over to you. He's 
already been in to see Sean about it."

Damian blinked with surprise and then his expression hardened. "I 
have never spoken to Danny or to any other boy about anything like 
that. You know as well as I do that Sean won't transfer a boy 
without a very good reason. What did Sean say to Danny?"

"Sean told him he couldn't transfer."

"Well there you go then."

"That's not the point. Where did Danny get the idea to go to Sean if 
not from you?"

"Maybe you'd be better asking yourself that question," said Damian, 
coldly. "If you started taking better care of your boys instead 
spending most of your time drunk, then maybe they wouldn't want to 
leave you."

"I do alright by my boys," Eric blustered. "Danny's been the top 
earner for the past six months running."

"There's more to this business than money, Eric. You're pushing 
Danny and the others in order to feed your habit. Take a long hard 
look at yourself. You're heading for the gutter. Don't take those 
boys with you; they deserve better."

"I was in this business while you were in still in short trousers," 
Eric sneered. "Don't try to tell me how to do my job."

"I was still in short trousers when I started in the business 
myself," said Damian, with a tight smile. "And I've seen men like 
you come and go. Maybe it's time I did go and speak to Sean about 
you, before someone ends up getting badly hurt."

"You go ahead," Eric sneered. "See how far you get. I bring more 
money into this company than all the rest of you put together. You 
think Sean's going to get rid of me, however much he might think 
about you? You might have kept him warm in bed, pretty-boy, but it's 
me who fills his bank account."

"I think you'd better get out." Damian's lips were pressed together 
in a tight, angry line.

"I'm going," said Eric, with a short laugh. "I'll leave you to play 
at being a photographer. Keep practising and maybe one day you'll be 
ready to work with the professionals." He turned and walked out of 
the door, moving a little unsteadily.

Damian stood motionless for a moment, his face a blank mask, and 
then he crossed to the door and closed it. When he turned back to 
face the two frightened boys he was his usual calm, confident self. 
"Don't worry about that, guys," he said, smiling as though nothing 
had happened. "Eric is one the more colourful characters around 
here. He gets a bit over excited sometimes."

Bryan swallowed hard. He hadn't understood much about what had been 
said, but two things stuck out in his mind. One was the memory of 
his brief conversation with Danny in the showers the previous week, 
and the second was Eric's comment about Damian keeping Sean warm in 
bed. After a moment's thought, he dismissed the comment about Damian 
and Sean; the guys at school often accused each other of doing gay 
stuff, especially when they were mad with each other, like Eric had 
been with Damian. The other thing, though, couldn't be so easily 
dismissed. "Damian, there's something I need to tell you," he said, 
nervously. He quickly told the man what Danny had said to him about 
him being lucky that Damian was his mentor, and that Danny was going 
to go see Sean about getting himself transferred. The boy finished 
with an apology that he hadn't told Damian about it earlier.

Damian listened and then gave a smile and a shrug. "Don't worry 
about it, Bryan. It wouldn't have made any difference if you had 
told me. There's not a lot I could have done about it. Anyway, 
time's getting on. Let's forget about that little scene and 
concentrate on what we need to do."

It didn't take long for Jon to finish dressing, but it took much 
longer for Damian to finish tidying the boy up. The photographer 
spent ages making sure Jon's clothes looked just right, arranging 
his hair and, finally, adding a light dusting of powder to his face. 
Jon endured the attention with seemingly endless patience, but by 
the time they were ready for the pictures, Bryan was starting to get 
bored.

"I hope you're paying attention," Damian said to Bryan. "Because 
eventually I'd like the two of you to be able to help each other 
with some of this preparation. That would save us a lot of time."

"Well, I was sort of watching," Bryan replied, guiltily, even though 
in truth he had been wandering down the clothes rail looking at the 
different outfits.

Damian gave a laugh. "I know it's boring, but you'll have to get 
used to it. Ninety percent of photographic modelling is standing 
around waiting. That's one of the reasons I'd like to get you more 
involved with the preparation; it's something to keep you 
interested. I think we're about ready now to get some pictures."

After all the preparation, the actual photography seemed to take no 
time at all, though there was a slight delay at one point when Jon 
got a fit of the giggles and accused Bryan of making him laugh. 
Damian took it all in his stride, and even ended up laughing along 
with the two boys.

There were no shirtless shots in the first set; Damian explained 
that there would be plenty of these in the other two sets. As soon 
as they were done, the photographer took Jon back over to the rail 
to select his next outfit. 

Set number two was what Damian had called a "novelty set" and the 
outfit consisted of black, formal trousers and a black waistcoat, 
but no shirt. Shiny black shoes and a black walking cane completed 
the effect. They started the set with the waistcoat fastened, but 
after a few shots Jon was asked to undo the buttons and let the 
garment hang open. Lots of different poses followed, making full use 
of the cane as a prop; Jon was asked to hold it with both hands 
stretched up over his head, behind his back, over his shoulder, even 
down between his legs as he leaned forwards over it. Then they 
dispensed with the cane and Damian took a variety of pictures with 
Jon holding the waistcoat open to display his whole upper body, 
including a couple where he was asked to put his hands flat on his 
chest and look seductive. This latter caused a fair amount of 
hilarity, since Jon obviously didn't have a clue how to look 
"seductive". Bryan made a couple of 'helpful' suggestions, which 
mainly involved puckered lips, and this set all three of them off 
laughing again.

"OK, I think we've exhausted the possibilities of this one," said 
Damian. "Let's move onto the final set." Going to the rail, he 
returned with a pair of yellow and blue Lycra cycling shorts. "These 
are really tight," he explained. "So your underwear is going to have 
to come off before you put them on."

Jon eyed the garment for a moment, then gave a shrug and began to 
take off his clothes.

As Jon undressed, Bryan stood by him, accepting the boy's clothing 
and making a rudimentary attempt at folding it before putting it 
onto the table. However, his attention wasn't really on what he was 
doing; he was watching Jon, though he was trying not to be too 
obvious about it. 

It took only a few moments for Jon to strip down to his black 
shorts. He appeared to hesitate for just a fraction of a second and 
then he pushed them down and stepped out of them, handing them to 
Bryan before turning to Damian to accept the Lycra shorts he was to 
put on.
 
"Stand still a minute," said Damian, holding onto the Lycra. His 
gaze moved critically up and down Jon's naked body. "Turn around for 
me."

Looking a little puzzled at the request, but obviously not unduly 
bothered by it, Jon let his arms hang down by his sides and turned 
in a slow circle. As he passed Bryan, the boys made a brief eye 
contact and Jon gave a quick, shy smile.

Damian's brow was furrowed in thought and he was nodding slowly. 
"Here you go; get these put on," he said, handing over the shorts.

Bryan had also been both puzzled and surprised that Damian had made 
Jon display himself like that. Though he had given in to his own 
natural curiosity and made the most of the opportunity to have a 
good look at the boy's privates, feeling a touch of envy when he saw 
that Jon had a small but definite bush of dark pubic hair; Bryan's 
own pubes were quite thin and sparse by comparison. However, he did 
think that maybe Jon's dick was a little smaller than his own, so 
that was at least some consolation.

The shorts were indeed tight, the elastic material clinging to Jon's 
body like a second skin. Jon finished pulling them on and did a 
quick job of straightening out the wrinkles, and then presented 
himself to Damian.

"I'm going to need you to make some adjustments for me," said 
Damian, his eyes on the dark haired boy. "This is the bit some boys 
find a little embarrassing. I want you to move things around so that 
your dick is pointing straight up towards your belly button."

Jon looked momentarily shocked and his faced reddened slightly, but 
then he gave his usual shy smile and slid his hand down inside the 
front of his shorts to change the angle at which his penis lay. 
"Like that?" he asked, taking his hand back out.

"That's perfect," said Damian.

Bryan had watched with a strange fascination as Jon had touched 
himself in full view, not even bothering to turn away. The end 
result was that Jon's willy and balls were now clearly outlined 
beneath the thin, tight fabric of the shorts. He watched as Damian 
did the tidying up, working his way around the legs and waistband of 
the garment, straightening them up and stretching out any stray 
wrinkles. Then the photographer did something that caused Bryan's 
jaw to drop open. The man ran his two index fingers around the 
outline of Jon's penis, pressing into the fabric to further 
emphasise the shape, and then moved lower down and did the same 
thing with the boy's balls. Bryan found that he was blushing as he 
watched this intimate contact. He expected Jon to shout out and push 
Damian's hand away, but to Bryan's amazement, Jon just accepted this 
as if it were normal.

"Your pubic hair spoils the outline a bit," Damian observed. "But 
there's not a lot we can do about that at the moment. Anyway, I 
think we're ready. This is the set that is really going to earn you 
some commission. When this hits the website you're going to be 
signing prints until your hand hurts."

Jon giggled happily and Damian immediately snapped off a couple of 
quick shots of the boy laughing.

This was by far the largest set of the three, as Damian captured the 
boy from every conceivable angle. Standing up, lying on the floor, 
sitting cross-legged, standing with legs apart, arms folded, arms 
behind his back, arms stretched overhead; there seemed to be almost 
no end to the poses. Bryan watched almost enviously as Jon seemed to 
flow naturally from one to the next, appearing completely relaxed.

Eventually, Damian called a halt. "I think that will do," he smiled. 
"You were great today, Jon. Well done. Go get yourself changed. When 
you're ready, there're some prints on my desk for you to sign."

While Damian went over to his computer, Bryan followed Jon over to 
the table where the dark-haired boy's clothes lay. Jon was grinning 
happily, and he unselfconsciously peeled off the shorts and dropped 
them onto the table before starting to look for his own underwear.

"Didn't that bother you?" Bryan asked softly, making a deliberate 
effort to look at Jon's face rather than letting his gaze stray down 
to the boy's groin.

"What?"

"You know; him touching you like that?"

"Oh that." Jon gave a giggle. "He was doing his job." He stepped 
into his black shorts and pulled them up.

"Yes, but..." Bryan trailed off.

"When I arrived last week, Damian was rubbing oil onto your chest. 
Didn't that bother you?"

Bryan thought back. The experience had been a little strange, but he 
recalled how he had also found it rather pleasant. "That was 
different," he objected. "He wasn't touching my privates."

"He wasn't touching mine," Jon pointed out. "I was wearing the 
shorts."

Bryan gave up and shook his head. "You did look pretty good today 
though," he said, with a smile. "The way you moved and everything 
just looked so... well... natural."

"That was because of the dancing," Jon laughed.

"Dancing?"

"Yeah. Mum made me start going when I was eight. I hated it and gave 
it up last year. Then she wanted me to take drama classes, but I 
didn't want to. We fought about it for a while, and then she 
suggested modelling."

Bryan nodded. "It was my mum who made me come here."

"I wasn't sure at first," said Jon. "But now I think I like it. 
Damian's great, I really like him; and I like you as well."

"I'm still not sure whether I like it or not," said Bryan. "I do 
like being around you and Damian, but it just feels funny standing 
around with almost nothing on while I have my picture taken."

"What are you two whispering about?" Damian called to them from 
across the room.

"Nothing really," Bryan replied.

"Well come and do 'nothing really' over here then," said Damian. 
"These prints of Jon's are not going to sign themselves."


The story continues in Chapter 4: Outdoor Shoot, coming soon. 
 
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