“These are incredible, Andrew,” I told him as I continued to stare at them.
“Thanks. I bought them from a guy at a kink club in the Bay Area.”
Andrew picked up one of the pictures and held it out for us to look at. It had a man sitting back on his heels with the backs of his hands resting on his thighs. He was naked, but the shadowing in the photo masked all of his junk. The photograph only showed him from his mouth down, and because of the positioning of his mouth and jaw, I could tell his head was slightly bowed. Standing beside him was a woman. Her calves looked like runner’s calves—lean with lines highlighting muscle. Her heels were the splash of color in this photograph and were bright red. Though the photograph didn’t show her hands, or much north of her mid-thigh, a crop dangled between her and the man.
“Let’s put this one over there.” Andrew pointed to a spot on the wall.
I nodded and jogged to get the ladder. I placed the ladder where I thought it should go and then opened it up. I climbed up to where I’d be able to hang the picture and then pushed the metal hook into the wall.
“I love these hooks. James uses them, and it's clever the way they work.”
“No hammer needed.”
I held my hands out toward Andrew, signaling that I was ready for the picture. As I hung the beautiful photograph, I noticed the signature in the lower right corner. Morgan Hawkins.
“Is he the photographer? Morgan Hawkins?”
“Yes. He’s also an organizer for their club. Really nice guy. I went up there and met him at one of their munches.”
“That’s cool.”
“One of the suggestions that keeps coming up from members in our suggestion box is to have an erotic photographer come into the club for private photoshoots. So I reached out to Morgan and asked him if he’d be interested. Thankfully he said yes, so I have the announcement ready to be posted in the lobby and to go out in the newsletter this week.”
“Wow, that sounds awesome. I bet you’ll have tons who sign up.”
“I’m hoping so.”
I climbed down the ladder and then moved it to the next place on the wall where Andrew had marked off. I climbed up four steps and pushed the picture frame hanger into the wall. I leaned against the ladder for balance while I reached down to take the next picture from Andrew.
“Damn,” I said under my breath as I looked at it. This one had a woman lying on a fluffy white comforter and droplets of blue candle wax speckled over her breasts and abdomen.
“Like that one, huh?” Andrew asked.
“I like them all,” I admitted. I hung the picture and then ducked down so Andrew could see if it was hanging straight. After a few adjustments, this one was all done.
We continued to move around the main room until all the pictures were hung. Each time I thought I’d picked out my favorite, my new favorite ended up being the next one we’d hang. After Josh and Ali were done, I walked around the club and looked at all the new pictures.
I admired each image and tried to take in everything. For several minutes I stood in front of them and thought. If there was more than one person in the photograph, I tried to imagine what the dynamic was between them. Were they nothing more than people paired together for the sake of the photo shoot? Or were they real life partners? For the images with just one person in it, I wondered if they were subs to someone. If so, were their Doms present? If they were unattached bottoms, had they sought out the opinion of a trusted Top? Or had they just done this on their own? Did they have someone, or did they belong to someone? If so, how had that person reacted when the photo shoot had been brought up?
I was surprised at how drawn I was to the photos. And maybe it was because being in front of the camera was almost like second nature to me. I could remember back to what it was like being on the set of clothing photo shoots. I liked it… before Eli… and Sebastian.
Then everything changed.
But maybe I could get some of that back. I wasn’t a hideous looking guy, and I was still relatively young. Young enough to still model. I bet I could do it… If I wanted to.
Did I want to? I hadn’t given it a moment’s thought until today when I saw these erotic photographs. I might like to do some modeling like this.
Yeah, I thought I would.
What would James think?
2
BRANDON
I grippedthe comforter at the foot of our bed as James pounded his body against mine. The slight burn from my knees digging into the rug made me harder. My lower abdomen took the brunt of each of James’ thrusts. I found it to be extremely hot that I couldn’t even put my hand over the place where he caused the aches. Black cord was attached to a metal chain and a heavy-duty metal eyelet that restrained my wrists to the wooden foot rail.
As James fucked me from behind, he gripped the collar I wore, making it pull tighter around my neck than usual. I loved the pressure and the way his fingers felt against my skin. A surge of endorphins raced through my body as James spanked my ass with his other hand.
