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ST: The Agency 10 (m/t,bond,shave) 
 
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express permission of the author. The author can be contacted 
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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 10 - Jack's Secret
by 
Gymnopedies

Bryan awoke with a problem. Actually it was two problems, but they 
were closely linked. Firstly, he needed to pee. Not desperately, but 
bad enough to make him feel uncomfortable. Secondly, he'd awoken 
with a boner. This wasn't in itself such an unusual occurrence, 
since more often than not he'd start each day with an erection, but 
given his present circumstances, it was a definite inconvenience. If 
he'd been at home in his own bed he would have either made a visit 
to the bathroom to empty his bladder, or solved the problem of the 
boner first with a quick hand-job, and then visited the bathroom. 
However, he wasn't at home, he was sharing a bedroom with Jon and 
his two brothers, and he was totally naked. Wanking was out of the 
question, and getting out of bed would mean crawling over the top of 
Jon, who's bed was pushed right up against his own, and then he 
would either have to locate his shorts or wrap a towel around 
himself before going to the bathroom, and neither shorts nor a towel 
would be much good for hiding a rampant boner.

The boy wondered what the time was. It was light outside, and he 
felt sure it was getting close to the time for getting up. He lay 
facing the wall, listening carefully, but heard nothing to indicate 
that any of the other boys were awake.

Silently, Bryan rolled over to face into the room and discovered, to 
his surprise, that Jon was wide awake and watching him, Jon's face 
only couple of feet away from his own.

Without lifting his head, Jon gave a smile. "I was wondering if you 
were awake," he whispered.

"I've been awake for a while," Bryan whispered back. "I think I need 
the loo."

"Go then. You can climb over me."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

Bryan pulled a face. "I've got a boner."

Jon suppressed a giggle. "Let's see."

"What? No way!" Bryan gasped.

"It's OK, I got one as well. Look." Jon lifted his duvet, pulling it 
back so that the entire front of his slim, smooth body was revealed. 
He lay on his side, facing Bryan, and his dick was indeed rock hard. 
"Go on, let's see yours," he said. He left himself uncovered.

Bryan hesitated. If he kept saying no, it might look like he had 
something to hide. Nervously, he drew back his own duvet until, like 
Jon, he too had the entire front of his body exposed. His erection 
felt almost painfully hard at it pointed out from his groin.

"Nice," Jon grinned, his eyes travelling up and down Bryan's torso, 
but lingering mostly on the boy's hard cock. He licked his lips, 
briefly met Bryan's gaze and then looked back down at the boy's 
erection.

Bryan felt himself smiling shyly. No one had ever seen his boner 
before and it was embarrassing but at the same time exciting to be 
showing himself off like this.

"You need to pee badly?" Jon asked, his voice still a whisper.

"Quite badly, yeah."

"OK, hang on and I'll get the towels. I'll come with you to the 
bathroom because I need to go as well." Jon threw his duvet to one 
side and rolling over, he got up from his bed to reach for the 
towels that the two boys had brought from the bathroom the previous 
evening. He wrapped one around his own waist and tossed the other to 
Bryan.

Bryan quickly covered himself with the towel and, moving as quietly 
as he could, he followed Jon towards the door. It looked like Toby 
was still sound asleep, but as they passed Jack's bed, the older boy 
raised his head.

"Don't be too long in there; I need to go as well," Jack said, with 
a yawn.

Once inside the bathroom, Jon immediately dispensed with his towel. 
Naked, he walked over to the toilet, and pushed down on his erection 
to point it towards the bowl. A moment later, a stream of pee arced 
down to splash into the water. Jon gave a sigh. "That's better. I 
hate peeing with a boner. There's no need to wait, there's plenty of 
room." He inched to the side to make room for his friend.

Bryan weighed his shyness against his need to empty his bladder. Now 
that he was standing up, his need to pee was more desperate than 
ever, but this also meant that his penis was harder than ever. 
Reluctantly he let his towel drop to the floor and moved to stand 
next to Jon. It took a conscious effort to get the flow started, but 
once he managed it, he felt better immediately.

Jon gave a giggle and playfully aimed his stream to hit Bryan's. He 
continued to giggle as his stream slowed to a dribble and he 
squeezed and shook out the last drops. He absently stroked along his 
hard shaft a couple of times and then stood watching Bryan finish.

Wishing that Jon wouldn't watch him so closely, Bryan shook the 
final drops from the head of his dick. To his embarrassment, it 
still showed no signs of getting any softer. He let go of it, 
allowing it spring upwards. 

Jon giggled again, almost a nervous sound. "Did you get a boner 
during your shoot on Saturday?" he asked.

Bryan shook his head. "No way. That would have been really awful."

"Did Damian touch you, you know, down there?" Jon nodded towards 
Bryan's pointing erection.

"Yeah, just for a second. It was almost at the end. He just moved it 
a bit so it would look OK on the photograph." Bryan found this 
embarrassing to talk about. "I wasn't hard though," he added.

There followed a long pause, and there was a definite tension in the 
air. The boys made eye contact and there was a sudden intensity in 
Jon's gaze that made Bryan uneasy.

"Can I touch it?" the dark haired boy asked, nervously.

It took a moment for Bryan's mind to process Jon's request. He 
looked at his friend in startled disbelief. "What? No fucking way." 
He backed away, laughing at Jon's joke. It had to be a joke. Guys 
didn't touch each other's dicks.

Jon looked momentarily afraid and then he gave a forced laugh of his 
own. "Just thought I'd ask," he said.

"You're strange, you know that?" said Bryan.

Jon's laughter cut off abruptly and he looked hurt. He dropped his 
head. "I'm sorry," he muttered.

When he saw the effect it had had on Jon, Bryan was instantly sorry 
for the remark. "Hey, I didn't mean... well, you know... I just meant 
strange as in funny. I didn't mean anything bad." He stopped, not 
knowing how to explain himself.

Jon lifted his head and forced a smile. "It's alright," he said. "It 
was a stupid thing for me say. Let's just forget it, OK?"

"OK," Bryan agreed, giving the boy a hard look. He couldn't quite 
figure Jon out. His friend appeared so confident in some ways, yet 
so awkward in others.

"We may as well get showered while we're in here," Jon suggested, 
turning away and moving towards the shower cubical.

"Hadn't we better let Jack use the loo first," said Bryan. "He said 
he needed to go."

"There's another loo downstairs if he gets desperate," Jon grinned, 
already back to his usual self. "Do you want to go first or second?"

"I'll go first," said Bryan, stepping into the shower cubicle and 
turning on the water. "Argh!"

"Sorry, I should have warned you. It takes a few seconds to warm 
up," Jon giggled, obviously finding his friend's discomfort highly 
amusing.

Bryan glared at Jon and then deliberately closed the cubicle door. 
The glass panels provided little in the way of privacy, but at least 
it was better than nothing. He quickly began to soap himself down.

By the time Bryan had finished, he was relieved to find that his 
erection had at last gone down. He turned off the water and stepped 
out, gratefully accepting the towel that Jon held out for him. Then, 
while Bryan dried himself, Jon took his own shower.

The two teens returned to the bedroom to find Jack just getting out 
of the bed. The older boy obviously had a similar problem to the one 
they'd had themselves when they had first got up; his rigid cock 
standing out from his body. Bryan glanced at it, amazed at how much 
bigger it was than his own, then he realised that he was staring at 
boy's erection and he quickly looked away, his face reddening. 

Jack stood and stretched. "I thought you'd never get back," he 
complained. "I really need to take care of business." He wrapped his 
fist around his cock and gave it a squeeze.

Bryan, who had been still watching out of the corner of his eye, 
felt himself redden even more. He wanted to stop looking, but 
couldn't make himself turn away completely.

"So what's stopping you?" Jon grinned at his brother. "We don't 
mind, do we Bryan?"

"I know you don't, but I'm not so sure about Bryan," Jack laughed. 
"Sorry Bryan, we're a pretty open minded lot around here." He moved 
towards the door. "Anyone around?" he asked his brother.

"No sign of anyone," Jon replied.

"Good, I can't be bothered looking for shorts." Jack looked out of 
the bedroom door to check that the coast was clear and then, naked 
and hard, he made a dash for the bathroom.

"He usually goes to the bathroom to jerk off," Jon told Bryan. "It's 
about the only place we can have any privacy."

"Yeah, OK," said Bryan, not sure he felt comfortable discussing the 
matter. He got a clean pair of shorts from his bag, quickly stepped 
into them, and pulled them up underneath the towel before tossing 
the towel aside. Jon had casually tossed aside his own towel before 
even starting to look for his shorts.

A few minutes later, Bryan had dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt and 
was feeling much more comfortable. Jon too had finished dressing and 
was standing over Toby, who was still apparently fast asleep, curled 
up on his side under his duvet.

"Doesn't he look sweet?" Jon giggled.

Bryan grinned. "I guess you could say that."

"I think it's time he was getting up." Jon squatted down and took 
hold of the corners of the duvet and in one quick movement, he 
whipped it away.

Toby's naked form was revealed. The eleven-year-old lay on his side, 
his fingers wrapped tightly around his hard cock.

"Even when he's asleep he can't leave it alone," Jon laughed.

"What you doing?" Toby yawned and stretched, rolling onto his back. 
He frowned at Jon. "What did you do that for?"

"Time you were getting up and showered," said Jon.

"I showered last night," said Toby, pulling a face and then yawning 
again. "Anyway, what's the rush?" He reached for the duvet, trying 
to cover himself up with the obvious intention of going back to 
sleep. But Jon threw it aside, out of reach.

"You take his arms," Jon told Bryan. Then he dropped down and 
promptly sat across his younger brother's legs. "Come on, Bryan, get 
his arms," he repeated, more urgently.

Without thinking, Bryan bent and took hold of Toby's wrists, 
stretching them out above his head as he pulled the boy back down 
onto his back.

"Hey, what're you guys doing?" Toby giggled. He struggled for just a 
moment and then lay still, his slim, smooth body outstretched and 
his small, hard cock pointing up at a slight angle from his stomach.

A mischievous look appeared on Jon's face. Carefully, he reached 
forwards towards Toby's balls and took one of the boy's stray, curly 
hairs between his thumb and forefinger. "I don't think you need 
this," he said.

Toby looked suddenly horrified. "No, Jon, please. Don't pull it 
out," he begged, the beginnings of panic in his voice.

"What's it worth not to?" Jon asked, pulling the single hair a 
little tighter.

"Anything," Toby said, without a moment's hesitation.

"Anything at all?" Jon grinned. "Let's see. I know. You're always 
playing with your dinky-winky underneath the bedclothes. Well when 
we go to bed tonight, you have to do it on top of the bed and let us 
watch. You have to do it for at least ten minutes."

"No, I can't."

Jon increased the pressure on the hair.

"Alright, I'll do it," said Toby. "Please don't pull it out."

"I wasn't going to anyway," Jon laughed, releasing the hair. "You 
know I wouldn't have done it. There's no going back on your promise 
though." He lightly tickled his brother's ball sac with the tip of 
his index finger causing the boy to giggle and squirm. "Alright 
Bryan, you can let him go now."

Bryan released Toby's wrists, allowing the boy to get up, still 
giggling. While Toby went to the drawers to look for some shorts, 
Bryan moved closer to Jon.

"You really going to make him do that?" Bryan whispered.

Jon laughed softly. "Of course not, but he'll probably do it anyway. 
Just you wait and see."

Bryan shook his head. He found himself hoping that Toby would indeed 
go through with it. Even though he found the idea embarrassing, he 
felt a strange sort of curiosity at the idea watching of a boy 
openly playing with himself like that. It might be an interesting 
night.




Jack took a couple of deep breaths to suppress a sudden attack of 
nerves, knocked on the door and then entered the studio. Damian, 
sandwich in one hand, got up from behind his desk and came over to 
greet him.

"Jack, good to see you again." The photographer gave a grin and 
lifted the sandwich. "Sorry, you caught me finishing off my lunch."

"Am I too early?"

"No, you're fine. Come on in."

Jack shook the man's outstretched hand and stepped further into the 
studio, his eyes moving around the room. Damian indicated a leather 
couch and Jack went over to sit down. Damian collected a cup of 
coffee from his desk and then joined the boy.

"So how do you feeling about joining us?" Damian asked. "You seemed 
pretty eager during your initial interview with Sean on Friday."

"I'm a bit nervous, I guess. I didn't think I would be."

Damian smiled. "You're bound to be, so don't worry about it. 
Everyone's nervous the first time. At least you'll have some idea of 
what to expect; I assume Jon's told you about how things work."

"Jon tells me pretty much everything." Jack grinned. "He even told 
me about you helping him out after you'd finished shaving him."

Damian looked momentarily surprised. "It sounds like he really does 
tell you everything. The two of you must be pretty close."

"Yeah, we are. It's down to Jon that I agreed to try the modelling."

"He talked you into it?"

Jack shook his head. "He doesn't even know I'm here. And I'd like to 
keep it that way, for now away."

"Oh, any particular reason?"

"I want to surprise him," Jack smiled. He explained the situation at 
home and how the family's only computer was in their sister's room 
and they could only go in to use it when she was there. He told 
Damian how Rachel was a real bitch and constantly teased Jon over 
his modelling and the pictures that appeared on the site, and how 
Jon was determined to save up for a computer for their own room so 
that he could visit the site without Rachel looking over his 
shoulder.

"Jon must have earned just about enough to get a decent computer by 
now," Damian pointed out.

"He would have enough, if Mum didn't make him save almost all of his 
money. She makes him put most of it straight into the bank."

"So you've decided to help out?"

"More than that," said Jack with a grin. "I did a deal with Mum. I 
told her that I would try the modelling on condition that I keep all 
the money I make until I have enough to buy a computer. After that, 
I'll start to put most of it into the bank, the same as Jon. I 
wanted to try to keep the modelling a secret from Jon until I can 
surprise him with the computer."

"That's a terrific idea," said Damian, with a warm smile. Then he 
frowned. "Unfortunately there's a problem. The shoot that we do 
today will probably appear on the site next weekend. If Jon visits 
the site, your modelling will no longer be a secret from him."

Jack felt a stab of disappointment. "I hadn't thought of that," he 
admitted. "Can't you hold off putting the pictures on the site until 
I've earned enough for the computer?"

"Sorry Jack," Damian shook his head. "Sean would never agree to 
that. How much money do you need?"

"Probably around £600 would do it. We're going to have to go for a 
laptop; we don't have room in our bedroom for a full desktop 
system."

Damian looked thoughtful for a moment. "I assume you're willing to 
do nude shoots?"

"Yeah, that's not a problem." Jack had already decided on this prior 
to even suggesting the modelling to his mother.

"Alright. Get your things off and let's have a look at you."

"You mean get undressed?"

"Yeah. I may have a possible solution to your problem. Let me see 
what you look like without your clothes, then we'll see if you're up 
for it. I'll need to get Sean to agree, but I think I'll be able to 
talk him around."

Jack got to his feet and started to pull off his clothing. He hadn't 
expected to be doing a naked shoot today, but if that's what it took 
to get the laptop for Jon, then he was happy to go ahead with it. He 
quickly stripped down to his boxers, and then, with just a moment's 
hesitation, he pushed them down and stepped out of them, completely 
exposing himself to the man's gaze.

Damian studied the boy for a moment and then he nodded approvingly. 
"You look amazing," the man smiled. "You have the face of a twelve-
year-old, and a body that most older teens would die for. How would 
you feel about losing the body hair?"

"Jon's told me about having to be shaved," said Jack. "Also, we went 
round to Bryan's house last week to have a look at the nude website, 
so I know that all the older guys are shaved. I think it looks 
cool."

"You have a fair amount of hair on your arms and legs," Damian 
pointed out. "All that would have to go, as well as your pubes."

Jack shrugged. "That's fine."

"Good. Now the next question. How do you feel about showing hard?"

"You mean being photographed with a boner?" Jack smiled, nervously. 
It didn't bother him at all having his friends, or even his 
brothers' friends see him hard, but being photographed in that 
condition was a whole different ball game. Still... "I guess that 
would be OK," he grinned, uncertainly. "I've seen the picture of Jon 
with a boner and he's mentioned this other site where the boys get 
hard."

"Alright. Let me see if Sean is agreeable, and if he gives the go 
ahead, I'll tell you what I have in mind. If it all works out, 
there's a chance we can get you your £600 today."

"Today? Really? That would be great," gasped Jack, hardly able to 
believe his luck. Six hundred pounds in one day was more than he had 
even dared to hope for. He'd expected it to take at least a few 
weeks before he had earned enough to buy the computer, but now it 
looked like he had a chance of being able to surprise Jon within the 
next few days. He could hardly wait to see the look on his brother's 
face.

Damian had gone over to his desk and was speaking softly on the 
telephone. A couple of minutes later he put the phone down and 
smiled. "Sean's on his way up."

The agency boss arrived a few moments later and listened impassively 
as Jack once again explained about the computer situation and how he 
wanted to surprise Jon. Jack was still naked, and he felt a little 
strange holding a conversation like this with two fully clothed men, 
neither of whom he really knew.

"That's one of the most ridiculous things I've ever heard," said 
Sean, shaking his head. "Whose daft idea was it to put the computer 
in your sister's room in the first place?"

"We don't have room for it in ours," said Jack. "And Rachel claimed 
that because she was older, she needed the computer for her 
schoolwork much more than we did. Rachel usually gets what she 
wants."

"So it would seem," said Sean. He looked at Damian. "What have you 
got in mind for the hard set?"

"A suspended body-shave role-play."

Sean nodded. "So you'd do that one first and then do the soft-core 
nude and non-nude sets afterwards?"

"That's the idea, if it's OK with you."

Sean looked thoughtfully at Jack. "If we go ahead with this, and you 
get your computer, can we expect to see you again, or is this just a 
one-off?"

"I'll be back," grinned Jack. "That was the deal I made with Mum. 
She'll make sure I keep going with the modelling."

"Sounds fair enough," said Sean. "You'd better explain to him what 
he's in for," he told Damian. "If that doesn't scare him off, then 
you can go ahead. Also, throw in an interview before the hard set; 
he's got a sexy voice, so let's have it on the video."

"Alright, Jack, here's the deal," said Damian. "We do three full 
sets today, back to back, which is going to be damned hard work and 
will take us several hours. There will be a standard non-nude set 
for the front site, a soft nude set, like the latest one that Jon 
did, and a harder nude set, which we will do first. The harder set 
will involve something called role-play. Basically, it's a pretend 
bondage type scenario. You know what bondage is?"

"Yeah," said Jack, suddenly feeling uncertain. Bondage was being 
tied up. He wasn't sure that he wanted to be tied up.

"It's nothing like as bad as it sounds," said Damian, smiling. 
"Basically, we tie some strips of cloth around your wrists and 
ankles to hold you in place, I'll then have a good feel of you, and 
then I'll shave you just about everywhere from the neck down. We 
finish up with me jerking you off. The whole thing will be 
photographed and videoed."

"There won't be any whips or anything?" asked Jack, worriedly. His 
mind was still focussing on the word "bondage".

"Good God, no," Damian laughed. "Nothing like that at all. It's all 
pretend. And if at any time you want to stop, all you have to do is 
say, and that will be the end of it, no questions asked. Of course, 
that would mean that you don't get paid for it; I'm sure that you 
can understand that."

Jack considered what Damian had said. He was a little apprehensive 
about the idea of being tied up, but if he could stop when he 
wanted, where was the harm in giving it a go? "So if I do these 
three shoots, you'll give me £600?"

"Do a good job and I might be able to do even better than that," 
said Sean.

"OK, I'll do it."

"So now all you have to do is to sort out who's going to help you 
with the shoot," Sean said to Damian. "Max is around, so he'll be 
able to do the video, but if you're going to conduct the scene 
yourself you will still need a photographer. Eric is in today and I 
don't think he's got anything scheduled."

"I'd rather not use Eric," said Damian, pulling a face.

"That leaves you with a bit of a problem then," Sean pointed out.

"Well I was kind of hoping..."

Sean started to laugh. "You want me to demote myself for the 
afternoon. Go on then, just this once. Though if I had any sense at 
all I'd pull rank and make you do the photography while I do the 
scene with Jack. You get Jack ready, I'll go round up Max and get 
the room prepared."

After Sean's departure, Damian instructed Jack to get dressed. The 
boy pulled on his own boxers and jeans and then a tight, white T-
shirt which the photographer handed to him.

"You look nervous," Damian observed, with a smile. "There's really 
no need to be. It's all just play acting."

"You're going to shave everything off?" Jack asked.

"More or less. It would all need to come off for the nude shoots, 
anyway. Doing it on camera means that you get paid for it. It's a 
pretty good deal really."

Jack gave a sigh.

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to," said Damian, putting 
his hand on Jack's shoulder. We can easily call the whole thing 
off."

"No, I want to do it," said Jack, trying to sound more confident 
than he felt. "I just wasn't expecting all this to happen today. I 
mean, I've never done anything like this before and then suddenly 
I'm going to be tied up, shaved and jerked off." In spite of 
himself, he gave a grin. "I guess that some guys would give anything 
to have some hot girl do that to them."

"Well if it helps, then pretend that I'm a hot girl," Damian 
laughed. "Come on, I'll take you upstairs to where we're going to do 
the shoot." He led the way out into the corridor and up a flight of 
stairs to the next floor.

The room that they entered was about half the size of Damian's 
studio, and contained various apparatus, much of which looked like 
it could be used as some form of restraint. A desk at one end of the 
room held a computer and there were a number of cupboards and tables 
around the walls. Sean was there, a camera in his hand, and a 
pleasant looking older man with a beard and a bit of a paunch was 
doing something with a video camera on a tripod.

"This is Max," said Damian. "He's going to be taking care of the 
video for us."

The man gave Jack a smile and a nod and then turned his attention 
back to his camera.

"You should try to ignore Max and Sean," Damian told the boy. 
"Concentrate on me. They'll be moving around doing whatever they 
need to do, but you should pretend that they aren't here. We're 
going to start out with a short interview. It's nothing to worry 
about; just be yourself. In fact, that applies to the whole session. 
Don't try to act or anything. If you're worried about anything as we 
go along then speak out; it can be edited out of the video at the 
end." He directed Jack to a comfortable looking leather chair that 
stood in front of a dark blue curtain.

Jack sat quietly, watching the men make their preparations for the 
shoot. He was feeling steadily more nervous and was starting to 
wonder whether it might be a good idea to pull out. A few more weeks 
without a computer wouldn't hurt Jon that much. Then he thought 
about Rachel and about how she treated Jon, taunting him 
relentlessly and making him miserable, and the teenager felt his 
resolve once more harden. He could do this.

"Right, I think we're all set, Jack," said Damian. "We'll start with 
the interview. I'm going to ask you a few questions about yourself 
so that the people watching the video will feel that they know at 
least a little bit about you. I want you to look at me when you 
answer; don't look directly at the camera. Are you ready?"

"I think so," said Jack, his heart pounding.

Damian gave him an encouraging smile from where he was standing 
beside the video camera. Max, behind the camera, nodded his head as 
a signal that he was ready, and that the camera was rolling.

"What's your first name?" asked Damian.

"Erm, Jack." The boy felt a little silly stuttering over such a 
simple question, but for a moment it was as though his brain had 
stopped working and thinking required a great effort.

"How old are you, Jack?"

"Fifteen."

"How are you feeling at the moment?"

"Pretty nervous," the boy admitted, with a smile.

"Have you ever done anything like this before?"

"No."

"So this will be your very first time naked in front of a camera."

"Yeah."

"What made you decide to do this, Jack?"

"Erm, well, I want to buy my brother a computer."

"That's a nice thing to do. How old is your brother?"

"Thirteen."

"That really is nice, Jack. You've agreed to do this in order to 
earn money to buy a computer for your brother. You must really love 
your brother."

"Yeah, I guess I do," Jack smiled, feeling himself blush. "He's 
pretty special."

"Let's find out a little bit more about you, Jack. Would you 
describe yourself as gay or straight?"

"I'm straight."

"So you like girls? Have you had any experience with girls?"

"A little bit," Jack felt his blush deepening. 

"Have you ever fucked a girl?"

"Erm, yeah, once."

"You enjoyed it?"

"Yeah."

"Have you ever done anything with other guys?"

Jack hesitated, and then decided he may as well be honest. "A couple 
of times. We gave each other a hand-job; nothing else."

"And did you like that?" 

"It was OK."

"So you're not one of those guys who freaks out completely at even 
the thought of another boy touching your cock?"

"No, I guess not," Jack grinned.

There was a short pause and then Damian stepped forwards smiling 
broadly. "That was great. You did really well."

"That's the end of the interview?" Jack asked, amazed that it had 
been so easy.

"That's it," said Damian. "All we wanted to do was to let people 
hear your voice and let some of your personality come across. The 
punters are going to love you; trust me."

Jack discovered that this brief experience in front of the camera 
had given a surprising boost to his confidence. He no longer felt 
quite so nervous. "So what happens next?"

"Next we do the main shoot," said Damian. "If Max and Sean are all 
set, we may as well move right along. You don't need to do anything 
at all except follow my lead. If you need to take a break at any 
stage, then that's no problem."

On the other side of the room stood a frame consisting of two 
upright metal posts, with a horizontal bar joining them across the 
top. Damian led Jack over to stand between the posts. The bar was 
about a foot above the boy's head.

"OK, camera's rolling," said Max. "Go for it."

"Try to relax," Damian told Jack as he moved to stand behind the 
boy. 

Jack kept his eyes forwards, trying to follow Damian's advice and 
ignore both Max, who working the video camera, and Sean, who was 
moving around taking photographs. The boy could sense Damian 
directly behind him, and he flinched as the man's hands came around 
and began to stroke his chest through his shirt. Damian's hands 
moved up and down over the top of the shirt a few times and then 
went down to the teen's waist and up underneath the garment, his 
hands in direct contact with the skin of the boy's torso.

"Your heart's pounding fit to burst," Damian whispered in Jack's 
ear. "Anyone would think that you're not enjoying this."

"I'm not sure I am," Jack muttered, out of the corner of his mouth, 
then he suddenly squirmed and tried to suppress a giggle as the 
man's hands found his armpits.

Damian lifted the shirt from the bottom, pulling it up over the 
boy's head, and Jack lifted his arms to allow the garment to be 
removed. For the next few seconds, Damian continued to reach around 
the boy and caress his bare chest, now in full view of the camera. 
In spite of his nervousness, Jack found he was enjoying the gentle 
touching and was slightly disappointed when it stopped.

Jack took a deep breath as Damian began to tie a strip of cloth 
around one of his wrists. This was it. He was about to be tied up. 
He felt a brief moment of panic. He didn't really know any of these 
people. Suppose that once they had him tied up they decided to do 
something horrible to him? He told himself not to be so stupid. If 
they had wanted to hurt him, they could easily have overpowered him 
between them; they didn't need to tie him up first. Trying to keep 
his mind blank, he waited patiently whilst Damian attached the cloth 
strips to both of his wrists and then secured his wrists, 
outstretched, to the bar above his head.

"How's that feel?" Damian asked. "Comfortable?"

"Sort of?"

"Good. Remember to shout out if your arms start to ache too much and 
you need a break."

Damian was again behind Jack and the teen felt the man's hands once 
more caressing his chest and stomach. There was something erotic in 
being fastened up like this, unable to fend off the touching, and 
Jack found himself smiling.

"That's better. You're starting to relax more now," Damian said, 
softly, into the boy's ear. He moved his hands lower and began to 
open the front of Jack's jeans.

"I can't believe this is happening," Jack said, aloud, to no one in 
particular. He grinned to himself. He realised he was actually 
looking forwards to feeling Damian's hand on his cock. His jeans 
were down around his ankles and he lifted first one foot and then 
the other to allow them to be removed completely. He now wore just 
his boxers; he'd been barefoot since the first time he'd stripped, 
back in Damian's studio. 

Damian knelt down in front of Jack. He smiled up at the boy and 
then, placing his hand lightly on Jack's thigh, he slid it slowly 
upwards, into the leg hole of the teen's underwear. Jack, who had 
been holding his breath, let it go in a slow hiss as Damian's 
fingers fondled his penis and balls inside his shorts. Damian gave a 
short laugh, and removing his hand, he reached for the front of the 
boy's boxers, opening the slit and taking out Jack's dick and balls. 
He then began to gently play with them out in the open.

"Oh shit!" Jack muttered. He hadn't meant to speak, but he couldn't 
help himself. This was so surreal. He glanced down at his now 
exposed cock and then looked up directly at the camera, swallowing 
hard. This was all being recorded. Anyone watching this would be 
able to see Damian playing with his dick. He briefly wondered what 
his friends would think of it if they ever got to see it, and gave a 
soft giggle.

"You alright?" Damian asked, looking up.

"Yeah, no problem," Jack replied, lightly. 

"You're doing great," said Damian. He gave the boy's cock a final 
squeeze before putting it back inside the boxers. He then picked up 
two more long strips of cloth and tied these to Jack's ankles, and 
pulling the boy's legs wide apart, he fastened his ankles to the 
posts. Jack was now stretched out in an 'X', bound at his ankles and 
wrists. 

"How does that feel?" Damian asked, standing back to have a good 
look.

"Not the most comfortable position I've ever been in," Jack 
admitted. "It's pulling on my shoulders a bit. It's not too bad 
though." He looked worriedly at the camera, which appeared to be 
still running. "Won't all this talking spoil the video?" he asked.

Damian laughed and shook his head. "No. Max here is a real wiz at 
editing these things.

"It's a good job," growled Max. "Considering all the larking about 
that usually goes on while you're making them." He gave Jack a wink.

Damian's laugh had turned into a frown. "I hope you're not too 
attached to those shorts," he told Jack. "I should have got you to 
put on a pair of ours when you were getting dressed earlier. Never 
mind, it's too late now. I'm sure we can find you a nice new pair of 
CKs that you can have in their place."

"More expense," Sean sighed, theatrically. "It's no wonder I'm a 
pauper. You'd better get on with it, or poor Jack is going to need a 
break before you even get properly started. Oh, and Damian, how 
about losing the shirt?"

"OK." Damian stepped back into shot and then slowly drew his own 
shirt over his ahead and tossed it away. He stood looking at Jack, 
his arms at his sides.

Jack let his eyes travel up and down Damian's body. Without his 
shirt, the man looked somehow younger; hardly older than some of the 
guys that Jack knew from school. Jack could recall Jon saying 
something about Damian only being twenty years old, and he certainly 
looked no older than that. His chest was slim but well formed, and 
was perfectly smooth. Jack wondered whether the rule about no body 
hair applied to Damian. He let his eyes travel down to the man's 
jeans-covered groin.

Damian moved to stand almost directly in front of Jack. "Ready to 
say goodbye to your pubic hair?" he asked, his voice cool.

"Do I have to?" Jack asked, trying to sound afraid. Damian had told 
him not to attempt to act, but the situation seemed to demand it.

The corners of Damian's mouth twitched in amusement, but he quickly 
got himself under control. "I'm going to shave you smooth, 
slaveboy," he snarled. Then he bit his lip as if to keep himself 
from laughing.

"Please don't," Jack begged. "I'll do anything."

"You'll do whatever I tell you anyway, slave," said Damian.

"Yes master." Jack gave a sniffle and dropped his head.

"He's good," laughed Damian, turning to look at Sean.

"Not bad," Sean agreed.

Damian retrieved a pocket knife from a nearby table and used this to 
slit up one side of Jack's boxers, from the leg hole all the way up 
to about half way through the waistband. He repeated this on the 
other side. 

Now Jack understood Damian's comment about not being too attached to 
his shorts. These were new ones as well, put on especially for his 
modelling session. It was a shame to see them destroyed, but if he 
was going to end up with a pair of Calvin Klein's instead, he wasn't 
about to complain.

Damian once more stood in front of Jack and slowly ran his index 
finger down the middle of the boy's chest, across his stomach and 
then took hold of the waistband of his boxers, pulling them open to 
look down inside. Then, with a sudden dramatic flourish, the man 
yanked at the garment, tearing what was left of the sides and 
ripping the shorts away from Jack's body to leave the boy totally 
naked.

Jack gasped. The action had been completely unexpected. Had his 
hands not been restrained, he would automatically have tried to 
cover himself, but in his present predicament, there was no chance 
at all of this. He had no choice but to stand there, his entire body 
exposed to the three men. Even though he wasn't especially shy abut 
his body, this was more extreme than anything he had done before, 
and he found it gave him a kind of a rush: a strange mixture of fear 
and elation. Damian and the others could do anything they wanted 
with him and there was not a thing he could do to stop them. He 
tensed as Damian's hand reached out and took hold of his soft penis 
and began pulling and stroking it. Almost immediately, he felt it 
begin to thicken and lengthen under the man's expert touch, and in a 
short time he was sporting a full erection.

"You're a natural," said Damian, approvingly, his fingers still 
tightly gripping the hard shaft. "And a nice size as well," he 
observed. 

"Thanks." Jack grinned almost shyly at the compliment, watching as 
Sean moved in for close-up shots of his teen erection.

While Sean took the close-ups, Damian had gone over to one of the 
cupboards, returning a moment later with a can of shaving gel, a 
razor and a small bowl of water. He gave Jack an encouraging smile 
and pulled up a small table to set the bowl on.

Jack swallowed hard. This really was the point of no return. He knew 
he was going to get some stick in the changing room at school once 
it was discovered that he no longer had any pubes; it wasn't the 
sort of thing that could be kept hidden. At least he wouldn't be the 
first boy in that position, since a few of the guys had already 
'been there and done that', either as the result of a dare, or in at 
least one case, after being forcibly stripped and shaved by his 
'friends'. The fifteen-year-old grinned to himself. He'd tell them 
that he had done it for a girl who would only let him fuck her if he 
shaved first. That should improve his reputation.

"What happened to the slave-boy act?" Damian laughed, seeing the 
grin on Jack's face.

"Sorry, I forgot," said Jack, making an effort to turn the corners 
of his mouth downwards and failing.

Damian shook his head in pretend disgust and promptly squirted some 
shaving gel into one of Jack's armpits.

The shaving of the armpits only took a couple of minutes. After 
this, Damian made a quick inspection of the boy's chest, especially 
around his nipples, to see if there was anything to be removed 
there, and then squatted down on his heels to tackle Jack's legs. 
This seemed to take forever and the young teen began wishing that 
Damian would hurry up. The aching in his shoulders had turned into a 
mild burning and he tried to flex in order to get some relief from 
movement. However, because of the way his legs were spread, much of 
his weight was on his arms, and he found that there was nothing he 
could do to relieve the ache.

At last, Damian wiped over Jack's lower legs with a damp towel and 
announced that he was finished down there. He got to his feet, 
stretched and then looked at Jack. "How you doing, champ? Need a 
break?"

"No, I'll be fine," Jack replied, not wanting to look like a wimp by 
asking for a rest every few minutes. In truth, he would have loved a 
break, but he gritted his teeth, determined to see this through.

Damian gave Jack a searching look and then moved behind him and 
briefly massaged the boy's shoulders. "Not long to go," he said, 
reassuringly. "And this next part should give you a bit more to 
think about."

Damian had been right. Jack's attention quickly moved away from his 
aching shoulders as the man squirted shaving gel into his pubic hair 
and began working it into a lather. Jack's cock, which had started 
to sag, came straight back to a full erection, causing Damian to 
laugh and stroke it playfully. The foam resulted in a warm sensation 
around Jack's groin which the boy found extremely erotic, and the 
feeling of Damian's hand on his cock and his balls soon had the teen 
giving soft moans of pleasure.

 The shaving of Jack's groin area took even longer than his legs, 
due to Damian's excruciating attention to detail, taking care to 
remove any stray hairs from the lower part of the boy's hard shaft 
and carefully dragging the razor over his ball sac. Jack found that 
he was enjoying every minute of this touching and fondling. The fact 
that it was a guy and not a girl playing with his dick didn't really 
bother him at all, and by this stage he was able to completely 
disregard the cameras that were focusing on his exposed and aroused 
body.

"Done," said Damian, roughly wiping around the area with the towel. 
"Beautiful and smooth." He ran his hands over Jack's now completely 
denuded groin. "While you're all worked up and excited, let's get 
you finished off." He tossed the towel aside and went to stand 
behind Jack, reaching around his body to grasp the boy's straining 
erection.

Jack took a deep, shuddering breath. Damian's hand on his cock felt 
almost unbelievably good and he willed the man to begin his 
stroking. Damian's other hand was around the teen's upper body, 
caressing his chest and teasing his nipples, and the boy was also 
aware of the man's own bare chest pressed erotically right up 
against the skin of his back. He groaned as he felt Damian's lips 
nuzzle his neck, and a moment later the wanking began. The burning 
in his shoulders had grown in intensity and spread down into the 
muscles of his chest. His body ached for freedom from the restraint, 
but this ache only served to enhance his desperate need for sexual 
release. Damian firmly pulled the skin of the boy's cock all the way 
back and massaged the exposed, sensitive head with his thumb and 
index finger, the extreme sensation causing Jack to squirm in 
painful pleasure.

"Ughhhh!" Jack groaned. The pleasure was almost more than he could 
stand and he futilely tried move away from the torturing touch. "Ah, 
shit, stop," he begged. Damian gave the boy's dick head a few more 
strokes with his thumb and then went back to wanking the rigid 
shaft, making slow, deliberate strokes all the way from the base to 
the engorged head. After several minutes of this treatment, the 
young teen could feel the pressure building in his groin. He tried 
to clench back, but it was no good. Besides, he wanted it so badly 
anyway, so why hold back? "Nnnnnghhh!" The strangled cry came from 
between clenched teeth as his cock began to throb in Damian's hand 
and cum erupted from the tip. It wasn't a massive load, since he'd 
already jerked off earlier that morning, but the boy was so worked 
up that the intensity of his orgasm left him gasping. This was as 
good as it had ever been; better even than the time he done it with 
Jon. The experience left him totally exhausted. His legs gave way 
and he found himself hanging with his entire weight on his burning 
arms as Damian smeared the cum from his fingers across his heaving 
chest.

"That was great," said Sean, an obvious tone of approval in his 
voice. "Damian, let's finish it with a kiss."

Almost tenderly, Damian lifted Jack's chin until he was looking 
directly into the boy's eyes, then, his lips slightly parted, he 
lowered them to Jack's mouth.

It took a moment for Jack to realise what was happening, and then he 
felt Damian's lips on his own and it was too late to object. He'd 
never kissed another guy before, never even considered it, and this 
was somehow so much more personal than even the wanking had been. In 
spite of that, he found himself responding, his own lips parting and 
Damian's tongue pressing against his. He kissed back, almost 
hungrily, throwing himself into it. It lasted for several moments 
before Damian pulled back and looked at him with a mixture of 
surprise and amusement and then finished off with a final quick, 
tender peck on the lips.

"You really are an amazing kid," Damian said, with obvious respect.

"Wow! Now that was hot," said Sean. He put his camera down and was 
coming over. "Let's get him down from there."

"OK, I've got him," said Damian, his arms around Jack's body.

Jack wondered what Damian was doing, but this became obvious as Sean 
quickly released the ties holding the boy's ankles and then his 
wrists. Jack suddenly discovered that his legs didn't want to hold 
him up and he collapsed into Damian's arms.

"You'll be OK in minute, once the circulation starts going again," 
Damian reassured the boy. "You've been up there a good hour and a 
half. You should have had a break really, but everything was going 
so well that it seemed a shame to break the flow."

"I'm fine," said Jack, already feeling his legs starting to come to 
life. Damian helped him over to the leather chair, where he 
gratefully sat down.

"Here you go," Sean handed the boy a cup of coffee, giving a second 
cup to Damian. "That was some shoot," Sean grinned.

"You think he's earned his money then?" asked Damian.

"Definitely," said Sean. "But I still want those other two shoots 
out of him before he goes home today."

"Slave driver," laughed Damian.

Sean looked at Jack. "I've got some things that I need to do, so 
I'll leave you with Damian. But when you're done, call in and see me 
in my office and I'll sort you out with your payment for the day."

"So how do you feel about your first hardcore shoot?" Damian asked 
the boy after Sean and Max had departed.

"It was sort of different," Jack smiled, sipping his coffee.

"Would you be willing to do more stuff like that?"

"I guess."

"Good," grinned Damian. "You've got a big future with the agency if 
you want it. Especially if you're willing to be open minded and a 
little adventurous."

"What do you mean by adventurous?"

"Well, I've already got another solo hardcore shoot in mind for you, 
where we finish off the shaving."

"Finish it off? I haven't much else to shave," Jack pointed out. 
"I've not going to let you shave my head," he added, determinedly. 
"Not for any amount of money."

Damian laughed. "I wasn't talking about your head. There's still 
somewhere else that we didn't tackle yet. You're sitting on it."

"My backside? You're talking about shaving my backside?" Jack gave a 
gasp of surprise and then giggled.

"You're smooth everywhere else, so we ought to finish the job, don't 
you think?"

"I don't know; I'd have to think about it."

"We'll talk about it another day," said Damian. "In the meantime, do 
you think you can avoid saying anything about any of this hardcore 
stuff to Jon until I've had a chance to talk to him and Bryan on 
Wednesday?"

"Yeah, OK," Jack agreed.

"Thanks. When you've finished your coffee, I'll show you where the 
shower is so that you can clean yourself up, and then we'll get on 
with these other shoots."

After the experience of being tied up, shaved and jerked off, the 
non-nude shoot and even the soft-core nude shoot seemed almost 
routine to Jack. Under Damian's direction, he dressed up in various 
outfits and slowly undressed for the camera, stripping down to 
skimpy underwear, or nothing at all. 

It was late afternoon before Damian said they had everything they 
needed and Jack sighed with relief. He felt both physically and 
mentally exhausted; he'd never realised that being photographed 
could be such hard work. One thing that had really surprised the boy 
was his relationship with Damian. Just a few hours ago they had 
hardly known each other, and now the teen thought of the 
photographer as a close friend. Though considering the close 
physical contact they had experienced, this was perhaps to be 
expected.

"I'll be back to do some more," Jack promised as he finished getting 
dressed in his own clothes.

"I'm glad to hear it," said Damian. "This afternoon has been good 
and I hope we can do a lot more work together. Why don't you come 
along with Jon and Bryan on Wednesday and find out a bit more about 
the options available?"

"Yeah, I'll do that."

Jack said goodbye to Damian and made his way down to Sean's office. 
As he passed through the reception area, the receptionist, Carol, 
gave him a warm smile and Jack smiled back. That girl was really 
hot.

Sean looked up as Jack entered the office. "All finished?" the man 
asked.

"Yeah, I think so. Damian's already talking about more shoots."

"I'm not surprised. You were incredible in that first shoot today, 
Jack, and I'm looking forward to seeing the proofs of the other 
things you've done this afternoon. Once you've had a bit more 
experience, I can see you becoming one of our top models. That's if 
you're interested, of course."

"I might be," said Jack, with a shy smile.

"Well here's some incentive to continue," smiled Sean. He put a 
bundle of notes onto the table. "£600, as we agreed."

Jack reached for the money, but Sean stopped him.

"Before you take that, let me offer you an alternative," said the 
man, now grinning broadly. "Your situation at home with the computer 
must be a real pain. With £600 you'll be able to get a basic laptop, 
which should solve your problems. However..." He lifted a large, 
brown, cardboard box onto the desk. "I thought you might like one of 
these instead."

Jack glanced at the box. There was large writing on it giving a 
company name and something about electronics.

"This is the model that I give to the staff photographers here at 
the agency so that they can work at home. As you can see, this one 
is brand new, and to go out and buy it would probably cost you 
something like £1200. I know someone in the trade who owed me some 
favours, and I can get them for £500 each. So you can either take 
the £600, or you can take this laptop and £100 in cash. 

It took a moment for this to sink in. Jack found himself staring 
blankly at the box. A £1200 computer and £100 in his hand. It hardly 
took any thinking about. "Can I take it with me now?" he asked.

"Of course you can. If you want it, it yours."

"I want it," said Jack, grinning like an idiot, already picturing 
Jon's face when the boy found out about it. "Thanks. Really, 
thanks."

"I'm pleased I can help you out," said Sean. "You certainly deserve 
it." He got up and walked around the desk, and as Jack got to his 
feet he gave the boy a brief hug. "Take care, Jack. Welcome to our 
family, and I hope to see you again soon."

The story continues in Chapter 11: Sleepover - Second Night, coming 
soon. 
 
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