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ST: The Agency 05 (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 5 - Bryan In Lycra
by 
Gymnopedies



The Wednesday update of the Boys On View website did not include 
either Jon's solo shoot or the outdoor shoot that Bryan and Jon had 
done together on the Sunday. Bryan glanced with only passing 
interest at the two sets that had been added to the site, and then, 
leaving his dad to look at the pictures, the boy announced that he 
was going round to see a friend. When he returned home later that 
evening, he discovered a large envelope waiting for him.

"Damian dropped it in," the boy's father explained. "He waited for a 
while in case you came back, which gave us chance to have a bit of a 
talk. He's seems really nice."

"Yeah, Damian's OK," Bryan agreed, pulling open the envelope. It 
contained a bundle of prints from the first shoot, with a note 
asking Bryan to sign them. There were also a few prints from the 
Sunday shoot, with another note. This second note read; "Thought you 
might like to see these. This shoot will be appearing on the website 
within the next couple of weeks. Can't really use the last two, but 
I thought you might like them anyway. Damian."

Bryan scanned through the prints. The top three were close-up shots 
of himself and Jon, showing them from the waist up. In the first 
one, he was standing behind Jon, his arms around the boy as if 
hugging him, his hands on Jon's bare chest. The second picture was 
similar but their roles were reversed, with Jon hugging Bryan. In 
the third, which was zoomed in even closer, they were standing close 
together, facing each other, looking into each other's eyes, each 
with a hand on the other's chest.

"These are beautiful," Bryan's dad murmured, looking over the boy's 
shoulder. He reached down and picked up the one with the boys 
looking into each other's eyes so that he could examine it more 
closely. 

"I suppose they're OK," said Bryan, not entirely comfortable with 
the physical contact in the pictures. He turned his attention to the 
final two pictures, and immediately understood why Damian had said 
that they probably wouldn't be able to use them. They showed the two 
boys so covered in mud that they were barely recognisable. In the 
first, Bryan was lying face down on the muddy bank and Jon was 
crouched over him, pulling open the back of Bryan's shorts ready to 
sling a handful of mud down inside. The second one had Bryan pulling 
open the front of Jon's shorts, the fingers of his other hand 
actually inside the shorts. Bryan couldn't help grinning as recalled 
how much fun they had had.

"Jeez, you look like a couple of homos." Robert's voice interrupted 
Bryan's examination of the pictures. The seventeen-year-old was 
looking at the picture their father was holding, a sneer on his 
face.

"Don't talk stupid, Robert," the man said, obviously annoyed. 
"They're just pictures of two boys having a good time. Haven't you 
ever had a good time with any of your friends?"

"We don't go touching each other like that," Robert sneered. "They 
look like they're about to kiss."

His father seemed about to reply, but then he paused, wrinkling his 
nose. "Have you been drinking?"

"So what if I have?" the teen muttered.

The man sighed. "Get up to your room, Robert," he said, his voice 
cool.

Robert stared coldly at his father for a long moment, and Bryan held 
his breath, waiting for the customary show of defiance that would be 
the opening salvo to a major battle of wills. However, to the young 
teen's surprise, the expected explosion didn't materialise. A 
mixture of emotions crossed Robert's face, and for just an instant, 
Bryan even thought that his brother was about to cry. Then with a 
shake of his head, the older teen turned and headed for the stairs.

"I don't think I'll ever understand him," said the boys' father 
under his breath. He turned his attention back to Bryan. "Don't take 
any notice of Robert. These are really good pictures; this one 
especially." He indicated the one of the two boys standing face to 
face. "Oh, and Damian mentioned doing another shoot with you on 
Saturday."

Bryan pulled a face and groaned.

"Is that a problem?" the man asked.

"Not really," Bryan replied. "It's just that I expect he'll want to 
do some pictures of me in those tight shorts."

"What's wrong with that?"

"You've seen what they're like. They show everything. I might as 
well let him take pictures of me with nothing on at all."

"Go on, I dare you," the man said, with a mischievous grin.

"Dad!" Bryan exclaimed, amazed that his father could joke about 
something like that.

"You're a good-looking boy, Bryan. You might as well cash in on it.

"You mean you wouldn't mind if I did pose with nothing on?" Bryan 
asked, suddenly curious as to just how far his father would be 
willing to let him go. "Not that I ever would," he added, quickly. 

The man gave a thoughtful smile. "There are three things that I want 
you to keep in mind," he said. "Firstly you've thought about what 
you are doing and you're happy with it. Secondly, you're safe and 
never in any sort of danger. Thirdly, you never do anything that 
will hurt anyone else. Stick to those three things and I'll always 
back you in anything you want to do."

Bryan gave a puzzled frown. "So does that mean it would be OK for me 
to pose naked?"

The man laughed and ruffled his son's hair. "You work it out," he 
said, and turned to follow Robert up the stairs.

Bryan irritably ran his fingers through his hair, trying to 
straighten it. Why couldn't grown-ups ever give a straight answer to 
a simple question? He had no intentions at all of posing naked, 
regardless of what that older boy, Danny, had said to him in the 
showers. But it would still have been nice to know what limits his 
dad would set for something like that; it almost sounded as though 
he would actually approve of it. The boy glanced through the open 
lounge door to the stairs in the hallway, thinking about his 
father's words.



It was with a sense of determination that Bryan entered Damian's 
studio on Saturday afternoon. After giving the matter a lot of 
thought he had eventually reached the conclusion that he had no 
choice but to go ahead and do the Lycra shoot. After all, Jon had 
already done one, and there was no way that he could chicken out of 
something that Jon had already done. Also, he found that the idea of 
being photographed just one step away from naked gave him a strange 
kind of buzz; it scared him, but it was sort of exciting at the same 
time.

Damian was, as usual, busy on his computer. He gave the boy a quick 
smile and beckoned him over. "Hi Bryan, how're you doing today?"

"OK," said Bryan, dropping the envelope containing the signed prints 
onto the desk.

"Thanks," said Damian. "There are some more of those that need 
signing from orders that have come in over the past couple of days." 
He gave a grin. "You are now officially our most popular new model 
ever."

"Me?" Bryan gave a start of surprise and looked at the man 
disbelievingly. Damian must be having a joke with him. There were 
some great-looking boys on the website; how could anyone like him 
better than them?

"I don't know why you're looking so amazed," said Damian. "You 
looked pretty hot in some of those pictures. What we need to do now 
is to build on this excellent start and give them a second shoot 
that will knock them dead."

"They really liked me?" The boy was still struggling to accept this 
information. He couldn't understand why he should be more popular 
than any of the other boys. There had to have been a mistake.

"At least that's put a smile on your face," laughed Damian. "You 
looked almost miserable when you came in." He got up from his desk 
and stretched. "We'd better not hang around because we've a lot to 
get through today. We'll do the shoot first and you can catch up 
with signing the prints afterwards."

"Isn't Jon coming in?"

"Not today." Damian shook his head. "I did ask him, but his family 
had something on; a wedding or something, I think. So I'm afraid 
it's just me and you today."

"Oh, OK." Bryan felt a little disappointed that his new friend 
wasn't there, but it couldn't be helped. Besides, maybe it was 
better that Jon wouldn't be around to see the Lycra shoot.

Damian was already at the rail. "We'll use a similar selection to 
what we did with Jon last week," he said. "A casual set, a novelty 
set, and the Lycra. Though we'll leave the novelty set until last as 
you'll need a shower after it."

"Why will I need a shower?"

"Wait and see," Damian grinned. "Here, get these on." He handed the 
boy a burgundy and cream coloured sweatshirt and a pair of baggy, 
knee-length shorts. 

"When will those sets that we did last weekend be on the site?" 
Bryan asked, as he started to pull off his clothes.

"Jon's shoot will be included in today's update," said Damian. "I'm 
not sure yet about when the outdoor shoot will be appearing; I'm 
going to try to push this one we're doing today in ahead of it. The 
problem is that there are only four slots available each week. The 
site is updated on Wednesdays and Saturdays, with two new sets 
appearing in each update. Much as I'd like to push ahead with the 
sets of you and Jon, we have to give the other boys a chance. Most 
of the more established models don't bother so much with the front 
site, so that does give more opportunity for the newcomers. But even 
so, there's still a fair amount of competition for the free slots."

"So it could be a while then," said Bryan. It hadn't really occurred 
to him before that the other models would be just as impatient to 
see their own sets appear as he was to see his. What Damian said 
made sense. "Oh well, I guess they'll appear eventually."

"They definitely will," Damian agreed, stepping forwards to begin 
adjusting the clothing that Bryan had just put on.

The shooting of the casual set went pretty smoothly. Bryan moved 
through the poses as directed, starting to feel reasonably 
comfortable in front of the camera. He still envied Jon the boy's 
easy movements and the way he always seemed to appear so relaxed and 
natural, but he did think that he was starting to get a little 
better himself. There wasn't much in the way of skin-shots; the 
shirt stayed on, though there were a couple of shots where Bryan was 
asked to put his arm up underneath the sweatshirt, which lifted the 
front up far enough to show a few inches of his bare stomach.

"That will do for those," said Damian. "Let's move on to the Lycra. 
Remember that the underwear has to come off for this one. Get your 
clothes off while I get your shorts."

This was the part that Bryan had been dreading. He nervously pulled 
off his clothes, deliberately taking his time as if trying to put 
off the inevitable. Part of him wished that Jon was here to give 
some moral support, but another part of him was glad of the boy's 
absence; doing this in front of just Damian was bad enough. Keeping 
his back to Damian, he pushed his shorts down and stepped out of 
them, dropping them onto the pile of clothing on the nearby 
tabletop. Then, naked, he twisted his upper body around just far 
enough to accept the Lycra shorts that Damian held out for him. He 
realised he was being a bit silly, since Damian had already seen him 
naked, but he couldn't help himself.

The shorts felt very tight as he pulled them on and eased them up 
his legs and over his hips. He could feel them clinging to him like 
a second skin, moulding themselves to every curve and contour of his 
body.

"Don't forget the front," said Damian. "Everything has to be 
arranged right."

Feeling self-conscious, even with his back to the man, Bryan put his 
hand down the front of the shorts and moved his penis to point 
upwards. As he took out his hand he became acutely aware of the 
tight fabric pressing against his dick and silently prayed to 
himself that he wasn't going to end up with an erection. If he 
sprang a woody with these things on, he would die. His face flaming, 
he turned to face the photographer.

"Try to relax," said Damian, giving the boy a sympathetic smile. "If 
it helps, think of the money this is going to bring you." He dropped 
to his knees and began stretching out the fabric. "You haven't got 
this quite right," he said. Taking hold of the waistband at the 
front, he pulled the shorts away from Bryan's body to ease the 
pressure, and then used the fingers of his other hand to change the 
angle of the boy's dick, manoeuvring it around through the thin 
fabric. "That's better. It needs to be pointing straight up; it 
looks much nicer that way," he said with grin. He then went on to 
press his fingers all the way around the outline, then moved down 
and repeated this with the boy's balls. "At least you don't have 
much hair there to spoil the shape."

Bryan picked a spot on the far wall and focussed his eyes on it, 
trying desperately to ignore the feeling of Damian's fingers around 
his cock and balls. No one had ever touched him so intimately 
before, and whilst he kept telling himself that he really didn't 
like it, it did cause him to feel a strange sort of tingle in the 
pit of his stomach. He was glad when the contact was over, because 
he knew without a shadow of a doubt that if it had continued for 
much longer, there was no force on Earth that could have prevented 
him getting hard.

As the actual photography started, Bryan felt tense and awkward. 
Damian couldn't have failed to notice this, but he just carried on 
as normal, giving instructions on how to move and offering an almost 
continuous stream of encouragement. Gradually the boy found himself 
starting to relax, and he soon began to realise that this wasn't 
anything like as bad as he had expected; it was even kind of fun. 
The photographs went on and on, taken in every position and from 
every angle. At one point, Bryan found himself sitting on the floor, 
his knees pulled up and his legs open. Glancing down, the outline of 
his penis and balls was plain to see; he could even see both balls 
separated, one to each side.

"Let's do an odd naughty one," suggested Damian. "Keep looking down 
at yourself, like you are at the moment, but touch the ridge of your 
dick with your fingertips.

Bryan gave an embarrassed giggle. "I can't do that."

"Go ahead. It's just for fun. I won't be able to use it anyway, but 
I'll print it off for you before you go and you can keep it for 
yourself."

"I don't know..." Bryan hesitated, uncertain. It would be kind of 
funny. "Alright," he said, grinning. He lightly touched the outline 
of his penis with the tips of his fingers, feeling as though he were 
doing something really naughty. He held the pose for a second and 
then quickly pulled his fingers away, giggling.

"I got it," said Damian. "One for your private collection. I think 
we have enough of the Lycra, so we can move on. You did a good job 
there. You were bit tense to start with, but by the end it looked 
like you were really getting into it. It's always a bit daunting the 
first time your bits are on show."

"Can I take these off, then?" Bryan asked, getting to his feet.

"Yes, let's get onto the final set. You're going to get a bit dirty 
in this next one."

"Why's that?" Bryan asked, looking at the man over his shoulder. 
He'd automatically turned away in order to remove the shorts and was 
in the process of peeling them down his thighs.

"We're going to do a 'mechanic' set, so it means you need some 
grease smeared on you. Don't worry, it's stage makeup, not real 
grease; but the effect is the same. Some of our members really go 
for the 'dirty boy' look, and I think that if anything, this set 
could turn out to be even more popular than the Lycra one. Don't 
bother putting your underwear back on; they'll spoil the effect that 
I have in mind."

Bryan finally managed to fight his away out of the tight shorts and 
looked back, expecting Damian to be holding out his next costume. 
However, the man was over by the desk removing the top from a jar of 
what looked like black paste. He glanced up at the boy, saw that he 
had done with the shorts and came over.

"We need to put the makeup on before the costume for this next one," 
Damian explained. "Stand up straight and face me. Don't worry, I 
won't bite."

This was something Bryan hadn't expected. He was completely naked, 
and Damian wanted him to stand there and have makeup put on. Why 
couldn't he at least put some shorts on first? He stood 
uncomfortably as the man put smears of the black grease across his 
face and shoulders and then down his arms, before going to work on 
the boy's chest and down onto his stomach. Bryan felt a moment of 
panic as Damian's hand moved lower onto the region that would 
normally be covered by his shorts, and he flinched as the man's 
fingers passed through his soft, sparse pubes, missing the base of 
his dick by little more than a hair's breadth. Then it was round to 
the back, as the man again started at the top and worked down, 
causing Bryan to gasp in surprise as he felt Damian's fingers on his 
bum cheeks.

"We don't need to do your legs, as they'll be covered up," the man 
explained. He replaced the top on the jar and returned it to his 
desk before crossing to the rail and selecting a blue, one-piece, 
workman's overall. 

The overall was just about the right size, and Bryan climbed into it 
gratefully, glad of anything that would cover up his nudity. He 
pushed his arms into the sleeves and then began to fasten up the 
front which involved pressing together studs which ran from the 
groin all the way up to the neck. Then something occurred to him.

"Hang on a minute. If I'm wearing this, how come I need to have 
grease all over me?"

"So that you'll look nice and dirty when you open it up," Damian 
explained.

"Yeah, but if I were a real mechanic, and I'd been wearing this, how 
would I have got all this grease on me in the first place?"

Damian gave a grin. "Call it artistic licence," he said. "Stop 
trying to be clever and hold this." He handed a Damian a wrench that 
he had produced from somewhere.

They did a few poses with Bryan standing in a variety of positions, 
holding onto the wrench, even though he hadn't a clue what he was 
supposed to be doing with it. Then they disposed of the prop and, 
following Damian's instructions, the boy popped open the first few 
studs of the overall. A few shots later and the garment was opened a 
little lower so that a good sized 'V' of Bryan's grease smeared 
chest came into view. After a few more shots, Damian stepped 
forwards and popped open the rest of the studs, all the way down to 
Bryan's groin, pulling the upper part of the garment open until it 
was on the edges of the boy's shoulders.

"Hold it open as though you're about to take it off," the 
photographer instructed.

Bryan felt completely exposed in this position. The large 'V' now 
outlined his entire chest and stomach all the way down to the base 
of his dick. In fact, if he glanced down he could see his penis 
hanging freely inside the loose garment, and all he could do was 
hope that the angle of the camera protected his modesty.

"That looks really hot," said Damian, snapping off a few pictures, 
moving closer and taking some more. "They are going to go wild when 
they see these. Now I want you to turn away from me and take your 
arms completely out of the sleeves and hold onto the crotch of the 
overall at the front, keeping yourself covered up, but let it drop 
down at the back."

As Bryan followed the instructions, he felt the back of the overall 
drop down to around the mid-thigh level and he knew that his 
backside was now completely on show. He heard Damian laugh, and then 
the soft click of the camera.

"You've got such cute bum, Bryan."

"Cute? How can my bum be cute?" the boy giggled.

"Trust me," Damian laughed, giving the boy's cheeks a playful slap. 
"We're done. Grab a towel and go hit the shower. If you're lucky, 
there will be someone else in there and you'll be able to get them 
to wash your back for you."

"I'll manage," said Bryan. There was no way that he would be asking 
another boy for help in the shower; that sort of thing wasn't done. 
He let the overall fall to the floor and stepped out, accepting the 
towel that Damian held out for him and quickly wrapping it around 
his waist.

"Don't be too long," said Damian. "You've still got those prints to 
sign when you get back, and then the two us need to have a talk."

"What about?"

"About where we go from here."

Bryan held his towel tightly in place as he quickly made his way to 
the shower room. Luckily the corridor was empty, and to the boy's 
relief, so was the shower. He turned on the water and after waiting 
for a moment for it to warm up, he stepped under the spray. The 
makeup on his body came off easily enough; he soon managed to get 
his front clean, and made a cursory attempt to wash his back. Then 
he hurriedly dried off and headed back to the studio.

"That was quick," Damian observed.

"You told me not be long," said Bryan. He moved across to the table 
that held his clothes.

"Hang on a minute," said Damian. He gave an exaggerated sigh. "You 
didn't exactly do a very good job; you've still got black marks on 
your back. If you get dressed like that it will end up all over your 
clothes." He hurried over. "Give me your towel."

Uncertainly, Bryan handed the man the towel. Damian took it and 
proceeded to rub it firmly over the boy's back, then down over his 
backside.

"You didn't even dry yourself properly," Damian said, squatting on 
his heels and briskly towelling the boy's legs. "There, that's a bit 
better. You can get dressed now."

Bryan wasted no time in pulling on his clothes. He felt that he'd 
spent at least half of the afternoon naked. Though on reflection, it 
hadn't really been such a big deal. This was probably down to 
Damian's casual, matter-of-fact attitude to the boy's nudity; the 
photographer had acted as though it were all part of the day's work.

"I've got something for you," Damian grinned, as Bryan, now fully 
dressed, made his way over to the desk. The man spread three large 
prints out on the desktop. "These are for you," he said. "I won't be 
using any of these three on the website; they're a little bit too 
graphic for the front site."

The first print showed Bryan in the Lycra shorts, sitting on the 
floor with his legs open, stroking the outline of his dick. The boy 
gave an embarrassed grin as he looked at it; it definitely left 
nothing at all to the imagination. The second print showed him in 
the overall with the front open. The entire front of his body, 
including a few pubes and even the base of his dick was clearly 
visible.

"This one was taken from a higher angle than the others," Damian 
explained. "None of the rest show quite so much. It's a shame I 
won't be using it as it would bring you a huge amount of commission. 
It's far sexier than even a full nude would be."

Bryan glanced up at the man, felt his face start to redden, and 
quickly turned his attention to the third picture.

The final print of the three was the very last one that had been 
taken and showed Bryan practically nude, the whole of his back and 
backside on show, the overall hanging down around his mid thigh.

"Another really sexy one," said Damian. 

Bryan couldn't deny that it did look pretty good. He'd thought that 
it would look funny; his bum was visible, and bums were always 
something to laugh at. But for some reason this wasn't in the least 
bit funny. In fact, it was almost like looking at a picture of 
someone else. 

"You like them?" Damian asked.

"Yeah, they're really good," said Bryan. 

"They're better than good," said Damian. "And I'm not talking about 
the photography. You look incredible in these."

"I wouldn't say incredible," Bryan disagreed, embarrassed at the 
complement.

"Well I would, and that's why I want us to have a talk. Sit yourself 
down."

Bryan took a chair across the desk from Damian, wondering what the 
man wanted to talk to him about."

"How do you feel about what we've done today?" Damian asked, looking 
intently into the boy's face.

"It been OK, I guess," Bryan replied, not sure what the man was 
getting at.

Damian smiled. "Let me be a bit more specific. Some of the shots 
we've done today have been pretty hot; the Lycra stuff and some of 
the overall shots. How did you feel about those? Did you like it? 
Did you hate it? Did it make you feel excited? Just try to give me a 
general idea. It's important that you try to be honest with me; tell 
me what you really think, not what you think I might want to hear."

 Bryan thought about the question. How had he felt? He wasn't 
entirely sure. "I thought I was going to hate it," he said, 
carefully. "But I guess it was sort of fun once we got going."

"So now that you've done it, how would you feel about doing more 
stuff like that?"

"OK, I guess," said Bryan, with a shrug. Damian was still looking at 
him with a penetrating gaze, which made him feel a little 
uncomfortable.

"You could have a pretty good future ahead of you, Bryan," said 
Damian, speaking slowly. "If you're willing to go in a certain 
direction and be open to new things, then your earning potential is 
enormous."

"You mean like doing nudes and shows and stuff?" the boy asked, 
nervously, suddenly getting a good idea of where this conversation 
was going.

Damian looked momentarily surprised, but then he smiled. "Those are 
some of the options, yes."

"Danny mentioned them to me when I met him in the shower after my 
first shoot," Bryan explained.

"Ah, I see. What did he tell you?"

"Nothing really, just that when I'm offered nude work I should do 
it, and he said something about shows and PAs, but I don't know what 
they are."

"Forget about shows and personal appearances and anything else for 
the time being," said Damian. "That's much further down the line and 
is something you can choose to do or not to do when the time comes. 
All I want you to think about at the moment is whether you want to 
do simple nude work. Basically, the only difference between that and 
what we've been doing up to now is that you take everything off."

"I don't think I want to have my photograph taken naked," said 
Bryan. 

Damian nodded. "It's your decision to make, which is why we're 
having this conversation now. Boys On View is involved in all 
aspects of modelling which means that you can pick a route that you 
feel comfortable with. However, don't make up your mind about the 
nude work until you've given it a bit more thought and possibly 
found out a little more about it. Are you available tomorrow 
afternoon?"

"I suppose I could be."

"I had this same conversation with Jon yesterday. Like you, he's 
nervous at the thought of posing nude, but he's agreed to come in 
tomorrow and find out more about it and maybe give it a go. It will 
be a completely unofficial session and no one except us will see any 
of the pictures that are taken. I think that it would be a good idea 
if you came along to sit in, and if you want, you could give it a 
try yourself, just to see what it feels like. After that you'll be 
in a better position to decide whether you want to do it properly or 
not."

"If I come, I won't have to pose naked, will I?"

"Not if you don't want to," Damian reassured the boy. "I'm hoping 
that you'll give it a try; you were almost there today. But it will 
be completely up to you."

"Alright, I'll come."

*****
Will he or won't he? Find out if Bryan joins Jon and strips 
completely in Chapter 6: Posing Naked, coming soon. 
 
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