THE ANGELS STUDIO - Hunter

Chapter 3

A Note from the author: I do not condone what is portrayed in this story or the subsequent chapters, indeed I find myself both loving (for his genius) and hating (for his manipulation) one of the characters portrayed. Please enjoy and remember this is fantasy not reality.

This is my first story submission, there will be errors with my grammar and I originally wrote the story in first person from Jack's perspective, this didn't work, so I re-edited. If there are still occasionally first person perspectives that make no sense, I apologize.

I welcome feedback, constructive criticism, views on characters, suggestions for future chapters etc. I have a general idea of where I am going with the series, although nothing is set in stone.

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For a few days Hunter had been pushing Jack, being snappy and bad tempered, to the point that Jack didn't know what to do. The more he tried, the more Hunter got angry with him and so he tried giving him some space, at which point Hunter started throwing things. It was so unlike him, but it was behaviour Jack couldn't let him get away with and so he sent him to his room and grounded him for the next two days.

He had been considering cancelling the upcoming Saturday photo shoot with Ethan, but Thursday after school, Hunter came up to him, said, "Sorry, Daddy," and hugged him before bursting into tears.

�What's wrong Hunter?� he asked, holding him in his arms, he hated to see any of his boys hurt. He was a terribly proud dad, always talking about his boys to whoever would listen. He almost put them on a pedestal, his boys being better than anyone else's.� To see them sick, hurt or upset was like a kick to the stomach.

�You love Zach and Lucas more,� he said through tears.

�What?� The statement was that kick to the stomach he had just been thinking about. �Why would you think that, my little star?� Little star had been his name of endearment since Hunter had been a baby.

�You take them to the park and not me,� Hunter stated verbatim, parroting what Ethan had told him.

Jack, however, assumed Zach had been the one to rub it in Hunter's face.� Even though he was four, he was always trying to beat Hunter at anything he could. �But not because I love them more. You have school now because you're a big boy. When Zach starts school, it'll only be Lucas who goes to the park, and then when he starts school, none of you will go in the day.�

�It's not fair.�

�Maybe, but guess what? You will be the first to leave school when you're older and you can then go to the park when your brothers are still in school.�

Hunter sat silently digesting all of what he had been told, while at the same time wondering why his daddy's hugs didn't feel as strong as Ethan's or Peters.

With all of that off Hunter's chest, the rest of the week went uneventful and although Jack had thought about taking Ethan up on his offer to babysit, he never called him. He really didn't want to impose on him, he was already being so helpful with Hunter, that it just wouldn't seem right to ask for more.

Saturday rolled around and for some reason Jack was busy trying to tally up in his mind how old Lucas was now. He knew his birth date of course, but his mind was drawing a blank on how many weeks it had been since then. By the time they arrived at, The Angels Studio, he had worked it out to be five weeks.

Hunter had been unusually quiet this time, perhaps that is why he <<<<<had, had>>>>> so much free thinking time on the drive over.

Once again they were greeted by Ethan. Peter was off at the other side of the room.

�Good morning. Are you all well?� Ethan asked as they piled into the waiting room.

�Yes, thank you. Not been the best week," <<<<<Jack>>>>> replied, "but it's not so bad now.�

Ethan motioned for� Peter to come over, bringing along several photos. �Here are the best few shots from last week's session,� Peter said handing them to Jack.�

The pictures were of a quality that they could be put into frames and Ethan loved the fact that Jack would probably do just that, completely unaware that his son was commando in the shots. �I've also heard back from my client with the camping magazine," informed Ethan, "he's chosen to use Hunter's pictures and so by next week you'll have your first payment. It won't be much, as he's only got a small firm and I think only two pictures are going in the magazine, but it's a start.�

The truth was, all of the pictures from that first session were already online in a pay-to-view gallery and the money had rolled in. Yes, there was an actual camping magazine somewhere in Sweden, which now had two of Hunter's pictures in it, but that wasn't the big seller. Ethan was waiting for that first set to sell a bit more, before putting up the Batman set. He was a patient man.

�Thank you, these are great.�

Jack had seen how uncomfortable Hunter seemed when he was handed the pictures and chose to quickly give his son a complement. Ethan had obviously noticed it too, because he had placed a hand on Hunter's shoulder to reassure him.

�No problem. We will be about two hours again today. Are you waiting here or going out?� Ethan didn't give him the option this time, he simply told Jack, �You're not coming in the studio�, in a roundabout way.

For Jack's part, he didn't question it, he just accepted it as normal. �We�ll stay here. Zach doesn't mind playing with the toys and I can get some work done.�

�Great!�

Ethan ushered Hunter into the studio and as with the previous week, shut the door behind them. �Do I get a cuddle, my pretty Hunter?�

Without hesitating, Hunter walked up to the crouched Ethan and threw his arms around his neck and hugged, quickly receiving the hug in return.

�And what about for Peter?� Ethan asked, letting Hunter go.

Hunter cast a glance at Peter, then at Ethan. �Okay,� he said simply and walked over to repeat the hugging process.

�So, Hunter. This week it's summer wear. That means shorts and t-shirts. It's not as cool as Batman, I know, but it's going in a clothing magazine for a store.�

Hunter simply smiled; he hated clothing stores usually and so the idea presented to him didn't really excite him.

�Can Peter help you this week? Or would you like my help?�

Hunter went red, suddenly remembering that he'd taken off his underwear before coming. �You,� he said quietly.

Ethan smiled and lifted him up praising, �You are such a pretty boy, Hunter. I'm glad I get to help you. Come on, let's go see what Peter's put out for you.�

Ethan felt himself getting hard before he even had chance to put Hunter down, but once safely in the changing room, he knelt down next to him and showed him the loose summer shorts and a tank top enthusing, �These look cool.�� Then adding, �Oh, did you remember what I asked you to do last week?� He made out that he had forgotten, but it's all he could think about for the last hour.

Hunter nodded, too shy to speak.

�Hmmm, I need to see, to know you kept your promise, don't I?� He asked it in a way so as to make Hunter believe it was a fact rather than a question.

Ethan watched as Hunter froze, casting a glance at the door and then looking down at his feet. He was bright red with embarrassment.

�Come on, sweetie. I'm not going to tell Daddy on you, don't worry.� He waited, but still Hunter just stood there looking embarrassed. �Would you like me to help?� he offered.� For a moment Ethan thought Hunter hadn�t heard, but then, a quick nod of the head.

With hands he was trying desperately to stop shaking, Ethan reached out and slowly pulled down Hunter's shorts, revealing that he indeed, wore no underwear to the studio today. Ethan couldn't help but think he wasn't a very well endowed boy, perhaps just under an inch in length, his balls pulled up tight to his body. He was definitely cute though, and it most definitely suited him; any bigger or any smaller on his body and it wouldn't look as perfect.

Ethan realized he had been staring a bit too long. �You are the bravest boy I know, Hunter," he continued. "I'm super proud of you.� He spoke while holding Hunter's shorts at his knees, stopping him from moving anywhere. �How about we get you dressed?�

Hunter nodded and smiled with relief, he liked Ethan lots, but he was very embarrassed about letting him see his privates. His mommy, daddy and Zach were the only other persons to ever see them.

Very quickly, Hunter was dressed in the blue summer shorts and red tank top and led back out in front of the cameras.

First came the regular poses, pictures for the magazine and for Jack to see. But it wasn't long before the more erotic poses were started; facing away, hands on his butt, looking over his shoulder at the camera.

Peter took the initiative after only a few poses. Walking over, he pulled the shorts up further, allowing the tank top to flow over them.

Hunter was told to squat and face the camera, it wasn't quite what they wanted, but pictures were taken anyway.

�Knees apart, Hunter... a little more. Good stop.� Ethan snapped away, moving slightly to get a better angle.

With the shorts pulled up high and the new angle, the next few shots revealed everything to the camera. Ethan smiled; Jack's pride and joy was soon going to be all over the Internet with his most private of parts showing for all to see.

�Okay, kneel, Hunter and its summer, have your ice lollie.� Ethan commanded and Hunter did as asked, sucking his finger into his mouth, completely oblivious to the affect he was having once again.

Peter moved a chair onto set and then a table.

�Okay, Hunter, we are now going to pretend you're out somewhere with your daddy.� Okay? How about at McDonalds?�

Hunter nodded his head happily.

�Okay, sit on the chair, Hunter.� Ethan watched as the boy complied, but he had other plans after a couple of pictures, �Okay, we�re going to show you how proper model boys sit while they're out okay?�

Hunter nodded eagerly, he really enjoyed being a model and especially the attention.

Ethan directed Hunter to place his feet on the chair with his legs very slightly apart, �That's how you should sit whenever you're out with your daddy, okay? You need to practice.�

Peter cleared his throat to mask a laugh at his boss' suggestions.

Of course Hunter was once again completely oblivious to the fact, that sitting how he was, nothing was hidden from the camera and if he followed Ethan's suggestions, nothing would be hidden from anyone who would happen to look. He only wished he could be there talking to Jack, while his son exposed himself for every passerby.

�Okay, it's time to look like a skater,� Peter said as he moved up and stood Hunter on the floor next to a skateboard. He kneeled down and then pulled on Hunters shorts, pulling them down until the top of his butt was exposed and flesh at the front was exposed, all the way until barely a centimeter of skin was left above the base of his dick.

Hunter flushed red, worried that Peter was going to pull his shorts off and learn his secret, but thankfully the man stopped.

More shots were quickly taken, again in various poses, the length of the shorts, now concealing his privates.

�Top off, Hunter, like a real skater boy,� Ethan ordered and began taking pictures, catching various stages of the boy removing the top.

Many of the shots were now taken to show off his rear and the bit of crack that was exposed.

Hunter was enjoying himself; his daddy would never let him get a skateboard and he knew now that he looked cool with one. He didn't even give it a second thought that he wasn't wearing a top.

They had been going at it for well over an hour and today Hunter seemed to be coping with the session much better than the previous weeks one.

�My daddy does love me,� he said out of the blue mid-shot.

�Why do you say that, Hunter?�

Hunter explained his talk with his daddy earlier in the week and Ethan listened with interest. �Oh, so Daddy doesn't love them more, he just hasn't got time to take you after school because other things are more important?� Ethan asked and watched, giving Hunter time to digest what he had been told. �Sounds to me like a really bad excuse to make you think he loves you.� Ethan jumped straight back into taking more shots, not giving Hunter the chance to give his response, but gone was the smile he bore before, and quite clearly he was now distracted and thinking of other things.

�Okay, I think we will finish there,� Ethan said, quickly closing down the cameras and moving up to the boy. �You are such a good, pretty boy, Hunter. If I was your daddy, I�d take you to the park every day if that's what you wanted. I love you, sweetie.� He spoke softly and carefully.

It worked, Hunter threw himself at Ethan and hugged him, �I love you, Ethan.�

�Really? You love me?� Ethan asked as if not believing him.

�Yes,� Hunter nodded.

�Do I get a pretty kiss then?� he asked while peeling Hunter away from him to look him in the eyes. He loved seeing the gears turning in <<<<<the>>>>> young boy's mind, but very quickly Hunter had made his decision and moved in and gave Ethan a quick peck on the lips.

�Wow, you're a great kisser too!� Ethan lied, while ruffling his hair. �Thank you so much, Hunter. I love you too, more than Jack and more than the whole world.�

He scooped him up into a hug and carried him to the changing room and set him down. �Shorts off, big boy.� He said big boy with a touch of sarcasm that went completely over the boy's head, but he enjoyed teasing him none the less.

Hunter removed his shorts with just the slightest of hesitations and a flush of pink adorned his cheeks, as he soon realized that Ethan was holding his shorts.

�You did very good today, my pretty little Hunter�� Ethan again dropped an innuendo that was lost on the boy. �Do you think you can practice wearing no undies every day this week?� he asked, prolonging Hunter's nudity by holding onto the shorts as he waited for an answer.

Hunter got a look of thought on his face, as he pondered the request seriously. His conclusion was that he didn't want to upset the only person who really loved him. �Okay,� he said.

Ethan pulled him into a tight hug, placing a hand on his naked rear. �Thank you, Hunter, for being such a brave boy.� You're going to be the best model, if you practice all the things you learn.� His comment was made as a way of getting Hunter to think about the �proper� way model boys sit while out, but he wanted the boy to come to that conclusion himself. The test this week would just be the no underwear.

Hunter giggled, �Stop cuddling! I'm nakey!� He pushed himself free, which Ethan allowed.

�Oh, I didn't even notice,� Ethan said.� He made it obvious that he was staring at Hunter's crotch now and the boy blushed and went quiet. �You're such a pretty boy, Hunter. I almost wish you were a girl.� He made it sound like a joke, while at the same time offering him his shorts as way of distraction.

Hunter went red some more as he pulled his shorts up and began to wonder if he really was pretty. He had never really thought of himself as pretty before; handsome, yes, but pretty? He had often corrected people from calling him cute to calling him handsome, but now he wondered, was he pretty?

Ethan watched with interest as Hunter dressed. He knew he had to continue going slow, but he had to question what his end goal was. There were numerous options available to him with the connections he had. That could all wait, for now he was enjoying the process.�

Once Hunter was dressed in what he came in, Ethan hoisted him up into his arms and once again lavished him with affection while carrying him back out to his dad.

�He's not worn out this week, Jack,� Ethan said as he put Hunter down on the ground.

�Did you have fun?� the father asked.

Hunter nodded, but didn't give his usual smile, instead he went over and started to play with Zach.

�He's been great again, Jack. He's been showing off a lot with his poses too. �He's a natural.� Ethan wondered how much more blatant he could be, but he enjoyed the fact that Jack was clueless to what he was being told. �Does he take after you with his looks?�

�Yes, he�s like a clone of a younger me. I'm so happy he's found something he's good at,� Jack answered clearly proud of his boy.

Ethan mused his next response for a moment. �He�s very small, but he doesn't let that stop him.� He couldn't help but make off hand insults to Jack, who remained clueless. Was Ethan sadistic? He didn't really know what he was, other than he loved getting away with it, right under Jacks nose.

�The clients don't mind that he's so young?�

�On the contrary,� answered Ethan. �It turns out that boys his age are needed. It's opened my eyes to more possibilities.�

�That's good. But if he's ever a handful, then just let me know.� This is a treat for him because he enjoys it.�

Ethan looked over to where Hunter was playing with his brother. �Oh, I don't think he will ever be a handful, don't worry about that.� Just how many more innuendo�s could he get away with? It was like Jack was handing them to him on a silver platter.

�I'm afraid I do have bad news though�� Ethan said, hatching his next plan. �I'm afraid I mentioned McDonalds to him today.�

Jack smiled, �Don't worry about it. It's nearly lunch time anyway so I'll take them there on the way home.�

Ethan patted Jack on the shoulder, �Well, you boys have fun then and remember, I'm always here to help if you need it. You're not alone, okay?�

�Thank you.� Jack was sincerely thankful for the support. It was like the studio was there for his whole family and it felt good.

They left shortly afterwards and made the short journey to the nearest restaurant. At midday on a Saturday, the place was packed. Jack�s biggest concern was getting in with Lucas� pushchair, but he managed it. A quarter pounder for himself, two happy meals for Hunter and Zach, they sat at the only available table with access for the pushchair, in the aisle.

Hunter had begun tucking into his food, sauce all over his fingers before he remembered something Ethan had told him... how to sit properly as a model boy.

He brought his feet up onto the chair and spread his legs very slightly.� In that moment, he was so proud of himself... he was a model and he was even getting to practice when he wasn't at the studio.

Unknown to any of the Cooper family, several people were getting an eyeful of Hunter's not so private parts. One such person, made sure he got a seat on the table close by and was very distracted while trying to eat. He was certain the boy was showing off deliberately and he thought the boy was stunning. He loved how tight the boy's balls looked and the way his foreskin collected at the tip, he just thought he was perfect. With the hope that he was showing off deliberately, the man smiled whenever the boy looked his way, hoping he would do something more and give him a real show right here in McDonalds, but it wasn't to be so.

With their food finished, they gathered their things and left, totally oblivious to the fact that a few dozen people all knew exactly what Hunter had under his shorts.

Meanwhile, Ethan had come to a conclusion while he viewed some of the more revealing images of Hunter. Firstly, he wanted as many people as possible to see the pictures, that was a given, but his ultimate conclusion was that from now on he would only headhunt single parents. Not the easiest of tasks, but he would do it. Yet his plans for the Coopers� just the thought of the possibilities had him hard.

He pulled up his favourite picture of Hunter, sitting down, leaning back with his arms supporting him, knees bent and feet together so he had a diamond shape in the void between his legs. The real diamond, however, was that everything was on show.

Looking at the black haired beauty, he pulled his erection free of his pants and began to rub, slowly at first but progressively faster as he continued to make plans and think about how easy it was to manipulate Hunter.

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