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ST: The Agency 16 (m/t,bond) 
 
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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 16 - All Tied Up
by 
Gymnopedies

There was a definite feeling of tension in the air as Jon followed 
his older brother into Damian's studio. It was obvious that Jack was 
extremely nervous and this bothered Jon, since he wasn't used to 
seeing his brother like this. Then again, Jon had to admit that he 
would be pretty nervous himself if he were in Jack's place. If 
things went to plan, Jack would be tied up naked, have the few hairs 
around his bum-hole removed, and then have a dildo pushed inside 
him. Surely the thought of this would make any teenager nervous.

Damian was sitting on the leather couch writing something on a 
clipboard. He got up, smiling, as the boys entered. "Hi guys."

"Hi," Jack replied.

"You look like the condemned man on his way to the gallows," Damian 
observed. "It's still not too late to call this off if you don't 
want to do it."

Jack hesitated, as if considering backing out, and then he grinned. 
"No, let's go for it."

"Good boy," said Damian, returning the grin, and gripping Jack's 
shoulder. "I see you've brought along some support." He indicated 
Jon.

"Yeah. Jon wanted to watch. Is that OK?"

Damian nodded. "I don't see why not."

"Thanks," said Jon, relieved that he wasn't about to be sent home. 

"It's not going to hurt, is it?" Jack asked worriedly.

"It depends what you mean," said Damian. "You might get a bit stiff 
from being tied up, but other than that, no, it won't hurt. Relax 
and get into it like you did last time and we'll have some fun."

"OK," said Jack, giving a nervous smile.

"Everything will work just the same as last time," said Damian, his 
tone reassuring. "If you feel you need at break at any time, just 
say the word. I've talked Sean into doing the photography again, and 
Max will be on the vid-cam, so everything should feel familiar. Oh, 
and I've got some good news. Sean has decided that the original 
video was so hot that he's going to couple it with the one we're 
doing today and release them as a 'special'. What that means is that 
it won't be included as a regular update on the site. Selected 
pictures will be released as a preview, and anyone wanting to see 
the rest of the pictures and the video will have to pay a one-off 
fee to download them."

"Why is that good news?" Jack asked.

Damian smiled. "It means that you will get commission from every 
sale. It should make you at least a few hundred pounds, on top of 
your modelling fee."

Jack brightened.

"It's not fair." Jon put on an exaggerated pout. "I've been doing it 
longer than him and he's already earning a lot more than me."

"Is it my fault that I'm sexier that you?" Jack grinned at his 
brother.

Jon ignored the comment. "When can I do some videos?" he asked 
Damian.

"Anytime you like," the young photographer replied. "We can set 
something up for this coming week if you like. How about something 
with the two of you together?"

Jon glanced shyly at his brother and then back at Damian. "You mean 
me and Jack both naked?"

Damian nodded. "You remember the themed shoots I mentioned? Well one 
of those is what we call the 'Customs Strip Search'. We pretend that 
you are coming into the country and you are stopped by customs 
officers. You will be made to strip naked and maybe made to do some 
other stuff as well."

"What other stuff?" asked Jack.

"That all depends on what you would be willing to do. We sort out 
most of the details before the shoot."

"It sounds like fun," Jon grinned.

"Yeah, OK," Jack agreed.

"Great," said Damian. "I'll set something up for some time around 
mid-week. Also, Jon, I want to try and get you and Bryan in together 
for a nude shoot. It will be a fairly standard shoot, just posing 
and stuff. What I'd really like is to do two sets back to back, a 
soft shoot and a hard one showing boners, but it depends how you and 
Bryan feel about that."

"I'm up for it," said Jon, without even thinking. Being able to get 
naked with Bryan was all the encouragement that he needed, and he 
loved the idea of doing a boner shoot with his friend.

"I had a feeling that you might be," Damian laughed. "I'll contact 
Bryan and see what I can arrange." He made a note on his clipboard.

"Is Danny OK?" Jon asked. "I hope he didn't get into trouble over 
yesterday."

Damian sighed. "I haven't seen him. I tried to have a word with Eric 
last night so that I could explain that Danny was simply doing us a 
favour, but he wouldn't talk to me. Don't worry though; it'll all 
sort itself out. How do you feel about yesterday? Did you enjoy it?"

"Yeah," Jon said, his eyes going down to the floor as he felt his 
face going red. He'd enjoyed it more than he could possibly say. The 
dancing part had been great, but the real fun had taken place in the 
shower room when Danny had given both him and Bryan their first ever 
blow-jobs. Obviously Damian didn't know about that part.

"Good," said the man. "If I can talk Eric around, we can set up 
another session. But in the meantime, keep practising. Do it in 
front of a mirror, or better still, find yourself an audience. I'm 
sure Jack will help out there."

"Sure," said Jack, with a shrug.

"I think we'd better start getting ready for this shoot," said 
Damian. He crossed to the desk and picked up the telephone. "Hi 
Sean. Jack's here and ready to go ahead. We should be ready to start 
in about fifteen minutes." He replaced the handset. "OK, Sean and 
Max will get things ready upstairs. We'll get changed down here 
before we go up."

"Get changed?" asked Jack.

"Well in your case, I suppose I just mean get undressed," said 
Damian, with a smile. "Though I need to get changed into costume. 
Get your clothes off and drop them on that table over there. I'll 
give you a towel to wrap around yourself when we go up."

Looking nervous again, Jack crossed to the table and started to pull 
off his clothes. Jon watched his brother almost eagerly. He was 
nervous himself, even though all he had to do was stand at the side 
and watch. This was going to be so incredibly hot.

Damian had crossed to another table that held what looked to Jon 
like a small pile of leather straps. Then, to Jon's complete 
amazement, the man also began to undress.

It only took a minute or so for Jack to get naked. Then he turned to 
face back into the room, his arms folded in front of his chest. Jon 
quickly cast his eyes over his brother's nude body and then turned 
his attention back to Damian.

The photographer was now down to just his tight fitting, white 
shorts. He slipped these down and stepped out of them, and then 
naked, he began to sort through the items on the table. He had his 
back to Jon, and the youngster wished that the man would turn around 
so that he could get a proper look. When Damian didn't show any 
signs of being about to turn in the boy's direction, Jon decided 
that more direct action was called for. This was his chance to see 
Damian naked, and he wasn't about to miss it. His heart thumping, he 
sauntered towards the photographer, trying to act as casual as he 
could.

"What are you doing?" Jon asked, as he reached the table. His 
question acting as camouflage for his real motive for moving closer.

Damian looked up at him and smiled. "You'll see in a minute."

Jon could now see everything. He let his eyes glide over Damian's 
naked body. The man looked somehow younger without his clothes. He 
was slim and smooth, with not a trace of hair anywhere other than on 
his head. Jon's gaze lingered on the young man's groin. Damian's 
penis was perhaps about four inches long; Jon wasn't very good at 
estimating lengths, and behind it, his balls hung down in a way that 
made Jon's own seem tiny in comparison. In his mind, Jon tried to 
imagine what Damian would look like when hard, but all that achieved 
was to cause his own dick to start to harden.

Damian pulled what looked to be a small leather pouch from the pile, 
and bending, he stepped between the straps and pulled them up. When 
in place, the pouch covered Damian's dick and balls, but very little 
else. The remaining item on the table proved to be some sort of 
leather harness that was in reality little more than straps joined 
together with a metal ring. Damian put this on, the straps fitting 
snugly against his slim torso, the gold coloured ring sitting at the 
bottom of his chest.

"So what do you think?" Damian grinned, standing back and opening 
his arms to show off his outfit.

"It's erm... OK I guess," said Jon, not sure what else to say. He 
thought Damian looked sexy as hell, but wasn't about to say that. He 
own cock was now fully hard.

Jack dubiously eyed what the man was wearing. "This is starting to 
look scary," he murmured.

Damian laughed lightly. "Don't start taking it seriously. It's all 
for show; just like the last session we did." He tossed Jack a 
towel. "Wrap that around yourself and we'll get up there and see if 
they're ready for us. You'll feel much better once we get started."

"If you say so," said Jack, not appearing convinced.

Damian led the way out into the corridor and the boys followed. As 
they went through the door, Jon's hand sought out Jack's and gave it 
a squeeze. Jack glanced down at him, gratefully. Jon kept hold of 
his brother's hand as they followed Damian along the corridor and up 
the stairs.

The room they entered was smaller than Damian's studio. It didn't 
have much in the way of furnishings, except for a desk holding a 
computer, and a table and some cupboards along one of the walls. At 
one end of the room stood two metal poles, joined at the top by a 
crossbar; Jon recognised these from Jack's previous video. 
Positioned between the poles was a high, leather-covered couch, 
similar to what would be found in a doctor's examination room.

Waiting in the room was Sean and another older man, with a beard and 
a smiling face. Jon assumed that the older man was Max, who would be 
operating the camera. 

Sean walked over to them and put his hand on Jack's bare shoulder. 
"Good to see you again Jack. Thanks for agreeing to do this second 
shoot. It's going to be a sure-fire winner."

"No problem," Jack replied, giving a forced smile.

"How's the new computer, Jon?" Sean asked, turning his attention to 
the younger brother.

"Fine," Jon replied, shyly. He'd only met Sean a couple of times 
before and he felt nervous around the agency boss.

Sean laughed and ruffled Jon's hair. "Good. At least now you'll be 
able to look at your own pictures without any problems."

"Jack and Jon have agreed to do a shoot together later in the week," 
said Damian. "We're going to use the 'customs' theme."

"That's good news," Sean beamed. "I'll definitely look forward to 
seeing that."

Max, who had been setting up the video camera, looked across in 
their direction. "Everything's set over here. I'm ready to start 
when you are."

"OK, thanks Max," Damian replied. "We may as well get straight into 
it." He looked at Jack. "Time for you to lose your towel."

Nervously, Jack removed the towel from his waist and handed it to 
Damian. He stood with his hands at his sides, waiting to be told 
what to do. Damian led him over to stand in front of the leather 
couch.

"Just like last time, follow my lead and don't worry much about 
acting," Damian explained. "Besides, you don't need to act; the 
scared look that you have on your face at the moment is perfect."

"I'm glad you think so," said Jack, wryly.

"Camera's running," said Max.

"OK, here we go," said Damian. He walked off to the side, leaving 
Jack standing alone.

Jon noticed that the camera had a small preview screen attached to 
the side, and he quietly moved closer so that he would be able to 
see it and watch exactly what was being filmed. Max noticed the boy 
approach and gave him a quick smile and a wink and then turned his 
attention back to the filming.

The screen showed a close-up of Jack's face. Poor Jack looked 
scared, Jon thought. The camera panned slowly downwards, moving down 
Jack's body, and stopped for a moment on his hairless groin. It then 
zoomed out for a distance shot.

Damian moved into shot carrying something in his hand, which he put 
down on the couch. It was a small pile of leather cuffs. As Jon 
watched, Damian fitted the cuffs to each of Jack's wrists and then 
knelt to fit them to the boy's ankles. He then stood upright, and 
putting his fingers under Jack's chin, he turned the teen's head 
until the two of them were looking into each other's eyes. He held 
the contact for a moment, his face serious, and then moved his head 
forwards and kissed Jack on the lips.

Jon suppressed a gasp. Seeing Damian and his brother kiss in real 
life was such a turn on for the youngster. He recalled his own 
experimental kiss with Jack; that had been a moment of pure magic. 
Watching these two, he felt more than a little jealous.

Breaking the kiss, Damian let his eyes travel down Jack's naked 
body. He took hold of the boy's cock and balls, letting them rest on 
his open hand, as if weighing them, and then closing his fingers 
around them, he squeezed them, whispering something to Jack at the 
same time.

Jack gave a groan of pain and his face screwed up with discomfort. 
Damian let go of the boy's balls, laughing coldly.

Seeing Damian hurting his brother, Jon gave a start of surprise. 
This wasn't what he had expected. He looked around in horror and was 
about to call out when he felt Sean's hand on his shoulder.

"Relax. They're only pretending," Sean explained. "That's what 
Damian was whispering to Jack. He told him to pretend that it was 
hurting."

"Oh." Jon looked down, feeling silly. Of course Damian would never 
hurt anyone. Sean's words were confirmed when Jack gave a soft 
giggle.

"You're not supposed to find it funny," said Damian. Though the man 
was obviously struggling to hide his own amusement.

When Jack eventually managed to suppress his giggles and force a 
serious expression, Damian helped the boy up onto the couch and 
guided him to lie back. He then attached light steel chains to 
Jack's wrist cuffs and fastened the chains to the two standing poles 
at either side, pulling them tight so that Jack now lay on the 
couch, on his back, with his arms outstretched to the sides.

Max took the video camera from the tripod, moving in close to pan 
across Jack's naked, restrained body. Also moving in closer, Sean 
was snapping away with the digital camera, as Damian made a show of 
running his hands over Jack's smooth chest and stomach and then 
fondling his soft dick.

Taking advantage of the fact the all eyes were on Jack, Jon squeezed 
his hard cock through the front of his pants. He decided that he 
would love to be tied up like that and have Damian, or Jack, or 
better still, Bryan, touching him all over. Jack hadn't seemed keen 
on the idea last time Jon had suggested it, but the boy made up his 
mind to ask his brother about it again when they got home.

Damian had now picked up some more chains and was attaching them to 
the ankle cuffs that Jack wore. Once they were properly fastened, 
the man lifted Jacks legs, attaching the other end of each chain to 
the nearest post at the point where it met the crossbar. Jack's legs 
were pulled back towards his shoulders and at the same time 
stretched wide apart. His backside was now exposed, lifted up from 
the table, his arse cheeks pulled apart to expose his hole.

"How's that feel?" Damian asked.

"Uncomfortable," Jack gasped. "It feels like my legs are being 
pulled out of their sockets."

"OK, hang on a minute." Damian quickly retrieved the towel that Jack 
had worn, folded it lengthways several times, and pushed it beneath 
the boy's lower back to form a cushion. It raised Jack's backside a 
little and took some of the pressure from his legs. "Is that 
better?"

"Yeah, a bit."

"Good. If you get too uncomfortable, shout out and we'll take a 
break."

"I'll be OK."

Damian gave a smile and patted the boy's extended thigh. "You're a 
pro."

As Max and Sean took turns in getting close-ups of the boy's tight 
hole, Damian lightly ran his fingertips across the puckered 
entrance.

"Mmmm." Jack's soft gasp caused Damian to smile.

"You like that?"

"It's sort of different," Jack admitted.

"Don't be shy about it," said Damian. "Even straight boys like some 
arse-play sometimes." He bent to inspect the area more closely. 
"There's not much here to shave, but we'll go through the motions." 
He playfully slapped one of Jack's cheeks and then stepped away to 
get his shaving tools.

The shaving only took a few minutes. Damian rubbed some gel into a 
lather over the boy's arse cheeks and hole, and then he carefully 
ran the razor across the area. Jack made a few soft moans as his 
arse crack was shaved, but otherwise endured the ordeal in silence. 
When he'd done, Damian wiped the area with a cloth, removing the 
last traces of foam.

After clearing away the bowl of water and the shaving implements, 
Damian stepped back up to the restrained boy. This time he was 
holding a small, plastic bottle. "Liquid Silk," he said, with a 
smile.

Even trussed up like he was, it was possible to see Jack tense; he 
knew what was coming.

Jon had mixed feelings about what was about to happen. He loved Jack 
dearly, probably more than any other person, and as a result, he 
felt some of his brother's tension. But at the same time, the 
thought of Damian putting something into Jack's bum caused a 
strange, excited fluttering in Jon's stomach. Almost unconsciously 
he edged closer. He watched Damian remove the cap from the bottle 
and tip something that looked like oil onto his fingers. The boy 
also took the opportunity to cast his eyes up and down Damian's near 
naked body. Shit, Damian was hot. 

Damian laid the bottle aside and gently ran his fingertips over 
Jack's exposed hole. Jack gave a whimper and his arsehole twitched.

"Relax. Take it easy," Damian murmured, his voice soothing. He 
touched the hole dead-on with his index finger, pressing gently and 
twisting the digit. He pulled back, stroked up and down the length 
of the boy's anal crease a few more times and then once more picked 
up the bottle and put some more of the oil onto his finger. Again he 
pressed against the hole, rubbing around it, all the time speaking 
to Jack in a voice so low that Jon couldn't make out the words.

Jon wasn't aware exactly when the penetration took place, but he 
suddenly noticed that Damian's fingertip was sliding in and out of 
Jack's arse. It would pull out and then move back inside in a sort 
of twisting motion, gradually working a little further in each time. 
When it reached the second knuckle, Damian pulled almost all the way 
out and then pushed forwards, sliding in as far as he could go, in 
one fluid movement.

"How's it feel?" Damian asked.

"OK," said Jack, a little nervously. 

"Did it hurt?"

"No."

Damian grinned. "I told you it wouldn't. How about this?" He gave 
his hand a small twist.

"Urghh! Oh shit!" Jack groaned aloud in obvious pleasure.

Damian let out a laugh and pulled out his finger, wiping it on a 
nearby cloth. "Sorry, I couldn't resist." 

Sean stepped forwards and handed Damian a black, finger shaped 
object. It was actually a little longer and thicker than a finger 
and had a wide, flat base. This must be a dildo, Jon realised, 
though he was a little disappointed at the size; for some reason he 
had expected it to be much bigger. Damian thoroughly coated the 
dildo with oil, lined it up with the Jack's arsehole and slid it 
smoothly inside, all the way to the base.

"Hmmmmphh!" Jack let out a long gasp. "Ooooh."

"You OK?"

"Yeah. It felt strange."

"This is just a starter to get you loosened up a bit," said Damian. 
"Relax and enjoy it." He began to slowly work the dido in and out of 
Jack's body.

From the soft sounds that Jack was making, it was fairly clear to 
Jon that his brother was indeed enjoying the sensation. Jon's own 
arse muscles tightened in a sympathetic response. Nervously, he 
decided that this was something else that he really had to try.

After a few minutes, Damian withdrew the dildo, handed it back to 
Sean and received a different one in exchange. This, in Jon's 
opinion, was far more impressive. It looked to be around ten or 
eleven inches long, including the thick base; though at least three 
inches of this was the base itself. The shaft of the dildo tapered 
from an almost frightening cucumber-thickness near the base, down to 
little more than the width of a finger up near the tip. However, 
along the shaft were wider areas, like swellings, narrower at the 
end and growing larger towards the base.

It took Damian a couple of minutes to oil up the new implement, 
during which time he carefully kept it out of Jack's field of view. 
Jon thought he could understand why; if Jack caught sight of that 
thing, it would probably scare him to death.

"Ready for the fun one?" Damian asked. "I think you'll like this." 
He pushed up a slider switch on the base and there was a high 
pitched hum. He touched the tip to Jack's anal opening and the boy 
flinched and gave a gasp of surprise.

"Argh! What's that?"

"Just a bit of vibration," laughed Damian. He tried again, this time 
pushing the tip inside of the boy, passed the first swelling and up 
to the second. He waited for a moment and then once more increased 
the pressure. The latex shaft gradually slid inside the boy, passed 
the second bump, passed the third and still further inside.

Jack was now breathing heavily. He had what Jon guessed to be around 
five or six inches of the thing inside him.

Max carried the video camera around to the side, focussing on Jack's 
face. Jon moved around so that he could see. Jack's features were 
creased in an expression of what could have been either pain or 
intense pleasure; it was impossible to tell. Though from this angle, 
Jon could see that his brother's cock was hard, and there was a 
clear, sticky fluid oozing from the tip.

Moving back, Jon watched as Damian twisted the end of the vibrating 
dildo, moving it around inside his brother. He held onto the dildo 
with one hand and took hold of Jack's cock with the other, starting 
to stroke it steadily. 

Jack's moans were steadily increasing in intensity. He struggled 
against his bonds as if trying to pull free. "Oh God," he almost 
sobbed.

"Let it go Jack," Damian instructed the boy. He gave the dildo a 
push, sliding it in a fraction further and at the same time 
increased the pace of his stroking. 

Jon once more moved around to the side so that he could see his 
brother's cock; he wanted to see Jack shoot. He also felt a 
desperate need to jerk himself, and for one wild moment even 
considered getting his dick out and doing just that; it was only 
with a huge effort that he managed to control himself.

Now struggling wildly, Jack's whole body tensed. He gave a long, 
almost pained cry, and then he came. A thick streamer of cum shot 
from the end of his dick, splashing down onto his heaving, sweat-
covered chest and stomach. A second spurt followed the first, and 
then a third, weaker shot.

Gradually, Damian eased back on his wanking and then gave one final, 
firm stroke from the base to the head of Jack's spent cock, as the 
camera zoomed in for a close-up of the last drops of cum being 
milked from the shaft.

Letting go of Jack's cock, Damian slowly pulled out the dildo. As he 
handed it to Sean, he caught the man's eye. "Do you want to go for 
the big finish?" he asked. He looked down towards his groin.

Following Damian's gaze, Jon gave a gasp. The small leather pouch 
that had covered the man's cock was pushed outwards, and part of the 
shaft of his obviously rock hard cock was clearly visible.

Sean appeared to consider for a moment. "All right, go ahead," he 
said. "Just give me a second to get rid of this." He laid the dildo 
on a nearby table and quickly returned, his camera at the ready.

The focus of both the video and the still cameras was now on Damian, 
as the young man peeled the pouch away from his groin, allowing his 
erection to spring free. He also pulled off the leather harness, 
leaving himself totally naked.

Even as he drooled over Damian's body, Jon felt a stab of fear. 
Damian's cock was a solid shaft of flesh, and just like Jack's cock 
had been earlier, it was oozing precum from the swollen head. Jon 
watched, hardly daring to breathe as Damian approached his still 
bound and helpless brother.

Damian reached out and stroked his fingers across Jack's arsehole, 
fingering the now relaxed entrance.

"What's happening?" Jack demanded. He sounded worried. He had no 
doubt been able to see Damian strip, and the same thing was probably 
going through his mind as was going through Jon's.

"There's nothing to worry about," said Sean, reassuringly.

Damian continued to finger Jack's arse, and at the same time he 
started to stroke his own hard shaft. He closed his eyes in 
concentration.

Jon gave a sigh of relief. Damian was jerking off. Just for a moment 
he had been terrified that the man had been about to fuck his 
helpless brother's arse.

The only sound in the room was Damian's heavy breathing as he 
continued to wank himself, one hand on his cock, the other 
alternating between Jack's groin and the boy's stretched hole. The 
hand on his erection moved so fast that it was almost a blur. He 
groaned aloud. Then his body stiffened and the very moment that he 
reached orgasm, he pointed his cock directly at Jack's arse, his cum 
splashing right into the boy's anal cleft and dribbled down over the 
loosened sphincter. Panting heavily, he squeezed out the final drops 
and then used the head of his cock to smear the cum across Jack's 
arsehole.

Totally spent and still breathing heavily, Damian stepped around to 
the side of the couch. "Are you OK," he panted.

Jack stared wide-eyed at Damian's still erect cock, the head shiny 
with cum, as it bobbed just inches away from his face. Then he 
suddenly gave a nervous grin. "Yeah. That was one hell of a ride. 
You scared the shit out of me for a minute there."

"How many times do I have to tell you that you're perfectly safe?" 
Damian smiled. He gave Sean and Max a quick look, and seeing that 
the cameras now appeared to be turned off, he bent and kissed Jack 
briefly on the lips. "That's a personal one, from me," he said.

Jack looked surprised and then his face flushed red. "It's not fair, 
taking advantage when I'm all tied up," he grinned.

"It's the only way to do it with you straight boys," Damian 
responded, returning the grin.

Now that filming was over, Sean and Damian quickly unfastened Jack's 
arms and legs and helped him massage some feeling back into his 
shoulders and hips.

"This being tied up is damned hard work," Jack complained, the ache 
of returning circulation causing him to grimace.

"You can't deny that it's fun though," said Damian.

"No, I guess I can't," Jack smiled. He reached down beneath his 
legs, touched his backside and pulled a face. "Yuck! I think I'd 
better get a shower."

"I think that would be a good idea," Damian agreed. He looked down 
at himself; he was still naked. "In fact, I think that I'd better 
join you."

*****

The story continues in Chapter 17: All Tied Up Again
 
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