Camera series

Camera01

“Smile”

The camera flashed, and the three boys felt dazed. More flashes, and their minds became increasingly empty. After the tenth flash, the young hunks did not have a thought in their heads.

“Good. Now listen carefully. You trust me completely. You are happy to do anything I tell you. You never want to disappoint me. It hurts if you disappoint me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, understand,” the three zoned guys mumbled.

“Just what I wanted to hear. When I count to three, you will come out of your trance. One, two, three.”

“Hey,” said one of the guys, “when are you gonna take our picture?”

“I’d actually like you to come to my studio, if you can. I can take much better pictures of you there.”

“But, but we wanna hook up with some of these hotties,” another said, looking around the party at the scantily clad women dancing here and there.

“Really? I am so disappointed. So very, very disappointed.”

The three men groaned as though they had been punched in the stomach. “Oh man, I’m sorry! Don’t be disappointed, please?”

“If you come back to my studio, you will make me happy. Don’t you want that?”

“Yes, of course!” “Sure!” “We want you to be happy!”

“That’s more like it. So follow me and we’ll go to my place.” As the young men followed like eager puppies, the photographer smiled. With the equipment in his studio, these three would soon be his slaves. He would let them go afterward, with no memories of what happened. But whenever he wanted any of them, he would call and they would drop everything to be with him.

“I love my job,” whispered the photographer, smiling.

Camera02

"I've gotta take a selfie with this new camera!"

Joey had been suspicious when the man offered him the camera to try out for free. But after he had a few photos taken of him, Joey totally trusted the guy. The whole encounter was oddly hazy. He mostly remembered the flashes, then getting the camera and the guy's number so he could tell what he liked and disliked about it.

After getting home, Joey went to the bathroom with his phone, locked himself in and stripped to his underwear. He called the man. "Hey, I'm ready to try it out."

"Great, Joey. Let me know what you think."

Joey pointed the camera at the mirror and pressed the button.

But instead of one flash, there were multiple ones. There were also flashes coming through the viewing end. Joey tried putting the camera down, but the flashes stunned him. After a dozen flashes, the camera stopped. Joey stood immobile, the vacant expression on his face matching his vacant mind.

"Joey, pick up your phone. Can you hear me clearly?"

"Yes," Joey said dully.

"Good. Since I couldn't get you back to my place, I'm going to begin your conversion this way. Listen carefully Joey. You will do anything I say. You will want to do anything I say, because you know it will make me happy. Making me happy is the most important thing in the world to you. Making me unhappy will cause you pain. Making me happy will give you pleasure. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I want to obey you. Your happiness is more important than anything. If I make you unhappy it will cause me pain. When I make you happy I will feel pleasure."

"Very good. I want you to come to me and stay for at least a few hours. Do not tell anyone where you are going. Make any believable excuse. Do this when it will not cause suspicions. Call me back when you have made the arrangements. Do you understand? A yes or no will suffice."

"Yes."

"I will count to three. On three you will return to normal and carry out my instructions. Take more selfies first. Now that the multiflash has done its work it won't do that again unless you press the blue button on the side. Also, if you have any cute friends, take pictures of them or have them take pictures of you. Make sure you are alone and undisturbed when you do so. Press the blue button so they will be entranced. When that happens, tell them my number and that they should call me, and that they will completely trust me. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Alright. One, two, three."

Camera03

"Do you do any modeling?"

"No, I'm just a college student."

"Well, if you ever wanted to take up modeling, I think you could make some decent money. Maybe even help with your tuition. Could I take a few shots? I'd like to send them to some agencies I know."

"I don't know."

"It'll only take a couple of minutes, and no charge. It is a little selfish on my part, I'll admit, because I could make some money as well if they decide they want to use you and have me do the photographs. What do you say?"

"I guess I've got a few minutes."

"Great! Just stay on the bike like that and look at the camera. Here we go."

The first flash filled his eyes with golden light. The next several flashes seemed to fill his brain with light as well. His eyes widened so he could take more of the light into him.

"OK, now take off your shirt. Well, you are more than just a pretty face. I definitely want to get to know you better. What's your name?"

"Sean."

"Well, Sean, you like me. You trust me. You want to do whatever I tell you. Do you understand? Yes or no."

"Yes."

"Good." The photographer took more photos, learning more about Sean and giving him instructions. In a few days the young man would come to the photographer's home. There he could finish making him another one of his puppets.

"Dear Sean. You had no idea anything like this was going to happen to you. It doesn't matter though. Soon you'll only want to make me happy, and you will love every minute of doing so."

Camera04

"Hey guys! I'm on vacation and taking pictures of the sights. Can I get a few of you? There are some girls I know who will really be jealous that I was here instead of them when they see you."

"Why not?"

"Fantastic. Smile."

After a few flashes, the men were dazed. "Take off your glasses, guys."

"Uh, ok" "Sure, what, whatever."

The photographer chuckled. The flash put people into a trance, but glasses diminished the effect. Especially sunglasses. But he had used enough to make the men confused and unable to resist simple suggestions.

"Now look right at the camera." More flashes and the two men were totally enthralled.

Getting closer to them so the other people nearby could not hear, the photographer said, "You like me, guys. You want to spend time with me and become my friends. When I count to three, you will return to normal. One two three."

The guys shook their heads. "Wow that's some camera."

"Yeah, it is kind of special. I have a studio at home. If you want to see some of my other work I'd be happy to show you."

"Yeah, that sounds great. I'd really like to hang out with you." "Yeah me too," said the other man.

"Great! Here's my number." He gave each of them a card. "Maybe you can tell me what's best to see while I'm here. We can have some drinks, whatever."

"Sounds good. We'll call later."

The photographer waved to the men as he left. Two more to add to his collection. "They both look like they'll be a lot of fun to play with."

Camera05

"That's it, lean against the wall. That's good, hold that."

The young man felt like a fog was lifting from his mind. What was he doing here? Where, in fact, was here?

Then the first flash happened and the fog descended. A mellow golden fog that erased all worry and thought. More flashes and he was ready to do whatever the photographer told him.

Camera06

"Is this OK, sir?"

"Perfect. Now think about me fucking that pretty little ass. Yes, there's that bulge. Stay like that." The photographer was very happy with his latest acquisition. His boyish looks combined with his ample package had gotten a lot of interest. And with very little coaching he was bottoming like a champion. Soon he would be ready for the films the photographer had stopped making. That was where the real money was.

"Grab your crotch and give it a squeeze. Great. Keep doing that. And that's a wrap. Ready for some private time?"

"Yes sir," the young man shyly smiled. Making sir happy was his purpose, after all.

Camera07

"Get. The. Fuck. Away. From. Me."

"Why would I want to do that, with a body like yours? And you showing it off like that. You're lying if you're saying you're not an attention whore."

"Not for you, creep."

"Oh, that's going to change, now that we're finally away from people. Smile!"

The photographer's camera flashed rapidly. The shirtless man tried to look away, but the golden flashes seemed like they were everywhere.

"Stop. What, you, doing. Ah, fuuu…" His face became slack and he dropped his skateboard.

"That's better." The photographer stood inches away from the man. "So good that you keep in such great shape. I'm going to get to know every inch of that shape.

"Now that you're in a more receptive state, here's what's going to happen. You're not going to tell anyone about me. You're going to go on with your regular life.

"However, you won't be able to stop thinking about me. And the more you think about me, the more turned on you'll get. Turned off more and more by women, and on more and more by men. Me in particular. But you will not be able to do anything to make yourself cum. Only I can give you that release. Your lust will grow and grow. When you can't stand it anymore, and are ready to give in to your desire, and are completely gay, call me."

The photographer slipped a card into the man's jeans pocket. "I'm going to leave now. Count to 30, then come out of this trance. I'll be waiting for your call."

The photographer laughed and walked away. He wondered how long it would be before the call. If it wasn't before the weekend he would be surprised. He could have just brought the man home and converted him. But with his attitude, this would be so much more entertaining. The photographer could hardly wait for the man to beg to cum. Then the real fun would begin.

Camera08

"That's it, boys. Kiss. Yes, great. Ken, pull your underwear down. Your cocks touching, beautiful. Get that underwear off all the way. On the bench, Ken. Ryan, you're going to fuck him, but loosen up his ass with that talented tongue. Doing great, boys, doing great. Tell me when you think he's ready Ryan. No hurry though. What you two are doing now is making me very happy."

Both boys moaned. They were making sir happy. That was all that mattered.

Camera09

Crossover to Website series – Episode 13

The photographer had heard about the site. Thotheros.com. It was said to have the hottest gay-for-pay guys on the Net. He was always looking for new guys to use his camera on. If he could contact the admin and arrange a meeting, he could use a few flashes to get them in a receptive mood. But first he had to check out the site.

There were several free clip videos, so he checked out one with a couple of twinks. The next thing he knew he had signed up for a subscription. Funny, he could not remember much about the videos, but he knew they were hot. Weren't they?

He spent the next few nights looking at more and more videos. He forgot about his plans to contact the site admin. All he knew was that he had to watch more videos.

After a week he got an invitation to Skype from the owner. Had he sent them an email? He must have. He stripped down to his stars-and-stripes underwear and started Skype. The light of the camera connected to the monitor was on, indicating he was being watched, but no reciprocal image appeared on the screen.

"Stand up. Let me see you. Not bad. Play with yourself. You had something to tell me."

"Yes sir." He played with his nipples with one hand while pulling down his underwear with the other. "I was going to try to use my special camera to control you and get access to your models. But I now realize how wrong that was. I will serve you in any way you wish."

"A camera that controls minds? Tell me more."

The photographer explained how he had invented his hypnotic camera. How he used it to make his models do anything he wanted.

"Ironic that you were going to try controlling me, and now you are the one who is controlled. I think you and your camera could be very useful. Send me the schematics, as well as pictures of all the men on whom you have used it. Also any men whom you use it on in the future. Once a week will be fine. I will tell you which ones you will steer to my site so I may control them as well. Seeing you now, I might even use you on the site itself. Questions?"

"No sir. I will do as you say. Command me further whenever you choose. My greatest purpose now is to serve you. I hope you do use me on the site. Or in any other way you wish."

Camera10

As soon as the photographer saw the young man, he knew the master would find him pleasing. The master had said he wanted more variety on his gay subscription website, and the bronzed beauty fit the bill perfectly. Lean and well-muscled, with at least some Japanese in his ancestry.

After introducing himself, the photographer found out the man's name was Adam. Some flattery and the offer of money for modelling allowed the photographer to snap a few pictures. The camera did its work and Adam entered a mild trance. Some simple suggestions and the photographer was arranging a modelling session in three days.

After they parted, the photographer smiled. "Soon you will be the master's toy. But I'm going to play with you first."

See more of Adam in the Website series – Episode 19

Camera11

"White, lean against the wall. That's it, stay like that. Green, both hands on the counter. Push you ass back. Further. Good, hold that."

They had names, but the photographer had no interest in learning them. He just called them by what color underwear each wore.

Each had different reactions to the camera. Both were completely obedient, but there was some defiance in White's eyes. Green, on the other hand, seemed completely eager to do whatever he was told.

"You're both doing great." The photographer still wasn't sure how the session would end. Would he fuck them both, or would he make them fuck each other? Would there be sucking involved? So many options.

But there was plenty of time to decide. The session was scheduled for the next two and a half hours. In the meantime, he continued taking pictures. He was not sure if the master would be interested in either one. He hoped not. Then he could keep them for himself. However, whatever the master wanted, the master got. The photographer had no choice. Nor did he want one. To please the master was the most important thing in the world.

Camera12

"Rub you chest. You like playing with your nipples I see. Good. Play. Don't stop."

The model's underwear was filling as he became more turned on. The photographer would have him get naked, but he enjoyed the tease. There was no hurry. He had the model right where he wanted.

The photographer started undressing. First he would see how well the model used his mouth. After that, wherever the mood took him. But he wanted to make sure the model was completely in the mood before that.

Which would not be long.

Camera13

Where am I, he thought.

The last thing he remembered was… was…

He could not remember the past. He could not even remember his name.

"Jim, you OK?"

Jim? That was his name? It did not even sound familiar.

"I, where, who am I?"

The photographer sighed. He was afraid something like this might happen. He had used the camera on Jim more than normal to get him to be compliant. He knew there was a risk of memory loss, possibly even long term.

However, Jim was such a hunk that the photographer risked it. Now he was starting to regret his decision.

Or should he? A mindless hunk puppet had possibilities. The photographer became more turned on. The master might even like someone in this condition.

"Look at me." The camera flashed, again and again. What little clarity Jim had was scattered again.

"Turn your head to the left." The photographer turned off the mind-erasing function, just taking pictures.

After a while he said, "Change into these," throwing him a dark blue speedo. Jim took off the underwear he was wearing and put on the speedo. "Tilt your head to the left and put your right thumb in the speedo." More pictures taken. "Pull them down a bit. Stop." More pictures.

The photographer had all the pictures he wanted. Now for his favorite part of these shoots. "Take off the speedo. Put your hands against the wall. I'm going to fuck you and you are going to love it. You will tell me how much you love it."

The photographer spit on his palm a few times, using it as lube. Then he shoved in until he was fully inside the model, who merely groaned. As he pulled out and pushed back in, the model said, "Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I love your big cock inside me. Fuck my tight ass. Your cock feels so good inside me. Uhhh." There was no emotion in Jim's voice. It was like hearing a robot. Somehow, this turned on the photographer even more. He no longer cared even a little if Jim had permanent brain damage. If the master did not want him, he would keep Jim for himself.

Until he got bored with him, if that ever happened. However, he was not going to think about that now. Just the fucking.

Camera14

Clint had been sent with several other men to the photographer. The master wanted pictures of them for the website. He was told to do whatever the photographer said.

After a few flashes from the camera, even if he had wanted to disobey, he could not. The photographer did not need to use it, but he liked the vacuous stare and abject obedience it created.

"Strip down to your underwear."

The photographer took a few moments to appreciate the body before him. He would have to thank his master for sending this hunk, and the others. This photoshoot was going to be very rewarding.

Camera15

"Look up, Parker."

The light on the raised platform blinked rapidly. Parker's eyes grew wide, and then his face went slack.

The photographer smiled. He had wanted to test the new light that was separate from the camera, and this session was the ideal opportunity. He was happy to see it worked like a charm.

"Take your shirt off slowly. Stop. Continue. Stop." His body is fantastic, the photographer thought. He glanced over at the still entranced Clint. He could not decide who was hotter.

"Get rid of the shirt. You are totally turned on, totally horny. Put on this hoodie and strip off your shorts." Well, we know who is bigger. Parker's underwear looked like it could barely contain his arousal.

The photographer had been a top before meeting the master. Now, he preferred bottoming. He had wanted to have Clint inside him. He wanted Parker even more.

Still a professional, he directed Parker in various poses. However, he went as fast as he could. The sooner they were all fucking, the better.

Camera16

"Where do you want me?" asked Jeremiah.

Here and now, the photographer thought. Jeremiah was the last of the men the master had sent to him. He was not as defined as the other two, who were standing off to the side, blankly staring.

However, Jeremiah had some hair on his chest, unlike the others. It was neatly trimmed, like his moustache and goatee.

Biting off his initial comment that he wanted Jeremiah on his hands and knees, the photographer said, "You're fine right were you are." When this session was done, he could start the next session. The one with them all naked. At first, he thought he wanted them all to fuck him. There was something about Jeremiah, though, that made the photographer want to top him.

"Let's get started. Smile for the camera."

Camera17

The photographer still found the best guys on the beach.

Like Brady, jogging in a speedo. Once seen, he followed until he could talk to him away from others. A few flashes of the camera, and the man was open to suggestion. The photographer learned he had a few hours free over the weekend. So he planted the idea that he trusted the photographer and wanted to model for him.

And here he was. More flashes and Brady was ready to do whatever the photographer said. More pictures were taken, more clothing removed, revealing that same pink speedo he had worn when they first met.

The master would like Brady, the photographer believed. He would send the best pictures, hoping the master would reward him for his discovery as he usually did.

Until that decision was made, he would look but not touch. At least not touch too much, or certain places. A kiss, though, that was permitted. If they were both naked while they were doing it, bodies pressing against each other… the photographer grinned. He loved his job.

Camera18

"Strip to your underwear."

"I, uh, told you before, not taking, taking off clothes."

The photographer sighed. This one was more resistant than most. Perhaps the bodybuilder's discipline had strengthened his will. There was a solution for that though.

"Smile." The camera flashed, again and again. The yellow afterglow suffused his eyes and mind.

"Now, strip to your underwear. Obey"

"Must strip to underwear. Must obey."

Once done, he was ordered to sit. The photographer took more pictures, but disabled the hypnotic flash. The bodybuilder was in a completely suggestible state and needed no further reinforcement for the time being.

An Asian bodybuilder was just the sort of model the master wanted, the photographer thought. Increased diversity, meant more traffic to the website, and more money for the master. And pleasing the master was the most important thing.

"Stand up, remove your underwear and lie on your back on the ground." Though self-pleasure in the master's service was near the top as well. Ordering the bodybuilder to masturbate as he did as well, he took as many pictures as he could one handed. He commanded the bodybuilder to cum the same time with him, both splattering over his hairless muscled chest.

Breathing heavily, the photographer smiled. Serving the master was the best thing to happen to him. He could not imagine life any other way.

Camera19

"I used to wrestle in college," Cameron said as he came out of the dressing room wearing a singlet.

I bet you did, the photographer thought, and I'd love to wrestle with you right now. Perhaps if the master liked his work, the photographer might be permitted to indulge that fantasy.

"Stare straight at the camera." The flash was brighter than Cameron expected, dazing him. More flashes, and it got harder to think. He could not look away from the camera. Eventually his face went slack.

This was just what the photographer was looking for. "Pull down the singlet so your chest is exposed." Brendan blindly obeyed, exposing his hairy and chiseled chest.

Yes, the photographer thought. I want to wrestle with you. But only with the master's permission. Therefore, he would make sure to earn that. "Pull down the singlet more. Show the top of your pubes and the base of your cock." The photographer never tired of controlling muscular men like this, and he would never tire of serving the master.

Camera20

"My friend at the gym told me he made some good money modeling for you, so I thought I'd give it a try."

Ah yes, your friend, the photographer thought. The one who had become popular modeling on the master's website. Modeling, and other things. Which of course he had been instructed not to speak about. Tell his friends that he was making money, but not all the details. But only his handsome friends. Hand some and muscular. Those who could be made slaves for the master.

"He is doing very well for himself. I think you'll be perfect for our market." The photographer could already imagine him in his underwear, and then naked, and then more. "Let's get started then. Some sample shots. Stare at the camera and smile."

Camera21

"You have such pretty eyes, and really great eyebrows. And from what I can see from your underwear, a nice thick juicy cock."

The model gazed into the distance. He had not been told to do anything, so he waited unthinkingly for instructions.

He had arrived earlier, believing it to be a normal modeling job. After some flashes from the photographer's special camera, however, he was a complete puppet. He had stripped down to his underwear, told to sit on the floor with his legs spread and get erect.

The photographer took more photos. He finally told the model to stand and get naked. As the model's hard cock sprang up and slapped against his abdomen, the photographer grinned. Things did not get much better than this.

Camera22

Santiago was beautiful.

Classically handsome face, bronze skin, taut muscles, tight physique, and full round ass. The photographer had started him out in small black underwear. After numerous pictures taken, Santiago changed into skimpy purple underwear. Normally he would have done this behind a privacy screen or in another room. However, since the photographer had used his special camera earlier, Santiago witlessly got naked before putting on the purple underwear.

Santiago's cock was also beautiful, even soft. Once in the purple underwear though, the photographer told him to get hard and his crotch swelled. If the photographer could have kept him for himself, he would have. But he served the master. Hopefully, the photographer would be allowed to use Santiago someday. But for now, he needed to take the best photos possible. Then the master could decide what to do with the beautiful Santiago.

It would not hurt, though, if he included a few suggestions when he sent the pictures.

Camera23

"What do you. Want me. To. Do."

A true musclehead, the photographer thought. Unlike some of the other bodybuilders whom he had taken pictures of, this one fell into an open mindless state after only a few hypnotic flashes from the camera. What little conversation they had engaged in revealed he thought of little else but working out.

"All the better to be controlled," the photographer said to himself. Speaking to the bodybuilder, who was only wearing underwear, he said, "Do different poses, like you were in a competition. Good. Good. Very good. Face away from me and do more poses. Yes, continue. Now turn around and face me. Get naked and repeat all the poses you just did."

The photographer wanted to touch every inch of the bodybuilder. He hoped the master would let him. The master had been so good to him, letting him play with most of the models he liked. He could not keep any of them, of course. Like him, they all belonged to the master.

Which was as it should be.

Camera24

"So the rumors aren't true."

"Rumors?" Lei said sluggishly. He was barely aware of his surroundings, or that he was only wearing underwear which barely contained his erection.

"That Oriental men have small cocks. Not true at all, at least in your case." An Asian twink, well muscled and with a big cock. The perfect contrast that would appeal to the users of the master's website, who hungered for new and different product.

"Grope your crotch. Now pull down the underwear, just expose the head of your cock." Yes, he believed the master would be very glad to see Lei's pictures.

Camera25

“You sure you don’t want to do any nude work?” asked the photographer. “The pay is way more than what you’ll make just doing underwear modelling.”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” said Cliff. “It’s not like I couldn’t use the money, but I’m not that desperate. I want what’s down there only to be seen by me and my girlfriend. But if for some crazy reason I change my mind, you’ll be the first to know.”

The photographer grinned. Cliff did not know it yet, but he was going to change his mind. The photographer’s camera would see to that. After a few flashes, Cliff would be open to anything, including posing nude. A few more flashes, and the obviously straight man would even be happy to have sex with men. The photographer planned on taking the first crack at that.

Cliff might even have that sex on webcam, if the master was interested. Knowing the master’s taste, it was very likely he would be interested. Whether Cliff became a permanent slave or was just used occasionally, that was up to the master.

However, Cliff’s life would never be the same. “Alright, I’m ready. Put one hand on your hip and smile, smile, smile.”

Camera26

“Is this OK? Want me to pull them down more?”

The photographer had needed much less than the normal number of flashes from his special camera to make Lucas do his bidding. Some models were smart, others not so much. However, few were as dim as this one.

Which only made the photographer’s job easier. He had quickly gotten Lucas to shed all his clothes and put on a small speedo. Now the model had his left hand shoved down the front while his right hand was pulling them down.

“No, that’s perfect. Stay like that.” The photographer rapidly took as many photos as possible. Lucas looked very much like the Belami porn star of the same name, except far more muscular. The master, he thought, would really like him.

“After this, we’re going to take a break from taking pictures. You’re going to suck my cock and then I’m going to fuck you until I cum in your ass. You don’t have any problem with that, right?”

“Course not. Fuck me all you want. It’s cool.”

The photographer did not know if Lucas was straight, gay or bisexual. He did not care either. He did know he had a ripped hunk ready to do anything sexually he wanted. Sure beat any other job he could think of.

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“I’m putting myself through college and someone suggested I try modelling for some extra cash. Do you think I could get any work?”

“Yes, I believe you could.”

Freddie was attractive, of average height and wearing loose fitting clothes. The photographer could tell, though, that the young man had a good build. Also, even with baggy pants, his prominent ass was obvious.

“Do you have some free time now so we can do some test shots?”

“Sure. I’m done with classes for the day, and I don’t have much homework.”

“Then let’s get you to the studio in back.”

The photographer had Freddie change into some tighter fitting casual wear. He could now see the young man’s build was even better than he thought, as was his ass.

Using his special camera, Freddie was soon putty in the photographer’s hands. Initially shy, Freddie became more comfortable exposing his body. First the shirt came off, then the pants. Standing in only his underwear, Freddie waited for the photographer’s next instruction.

“Pull your underwear down, Freddie. The back first. That’s good. That’s very good. Now pull the front down. Terrific. Take them off completely. That’s it. How do you feel?”

“Naked, but OK.”

“When you’re naked, you get really, really horny, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do. Naked, horny, so horny.” Without being told, Freddie began slowly massaging his growing erection. That, too, was more than the photographer thought it would be.

“I’m going to suck your cock for a while, and then I think I’ll fuck you. How does that sound?”

“Uh, the sucking sounds great, but not the fucking so much.”

“You’ll love it, Freddie. Believe and trust me. Because you believe and trust me, call me sir. You’ll like getting fucked. You want to get fucked.”

“You’re right. Fuck me, sir, please fuck me now.”

“Soon, soon. For now, I’m going to taste that lovely cock. Don’t come until I say.”

“Yes, sir. Please taste my lovely cock. I will not cum until you say so, sir.”

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“That’s good, Randall. Stay like that. Don’t move.”

Randall was one of the newest captures from the thotheros site. The master had completed his conversion recently, and sent him to the photographer to get high quality images of him to display online.

Randall was tall, with blonde Midwest handsomeness. He used to be thin until he reached high school, when he decided he wanted to work out to build up his body. The efforts paid off, and he had transformed himself from twink to hunk.

The master knew that the contrast between cute face and hard body would make him popular on the site. That was why he was with the photographer, so he could be showcased to his most desirable.

“We’re going to take a break. Take off your speedos and fuck me. I’ll tell you when the break’s over.” This was the best fringe benefit of his job. As long as he did as the master wished, he could fuck or get fucked by any of the models sent to him. As Randall started fucking him, he thought how being enslaved by the master was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Access to the models was a bonus. A very wonderful and amazing bonus.

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"Tell me what to do, sir."

It was all the photographer could do not to jump the model right then. Landon was highly recommended by several agencies, and the photographer could see why. Few models he had seen were as incredibly ripped. Also, even before using his special camera, Landon had followed every instruction with little hesitation.

At the moment, the model was only wearing jeans. The photographer was going to change that.

"Pull down your jeans and underwear on your left side a little bit. More. More. Stop, hold it right there." The only things that marred his perfection were tattoos scattered on his chest and right arm. But even they did little to detract from his magnificent upper body.

The photographer could wait no longer. He could always do pickup shots later. "Remove your clothes slowly. The more you remove, the hornier you get." Once Landon was completely naked, his full eight inches were pointing out and slightly up.

"I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to beg me to do it. You’ll love it, too. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir. Please fuck me, I need it, I need your cock inside me, sir."

"If you insist. Bend over." Grabbing Landon’s hips, the photographer thrust hard into the model. Both groaned, Landon’s head falling to his chest. As the photographer plunged in and out, he thought about all the other things he would have Landon do. I love my job, he thought.