His Origins

Day one of his new life began on a Friday; it started with him helping Toni’s other twenty-four assistances and fifteen photographers set up for the day. Laying out costumes and scripts for the movies that where made there is what he did from the start of eight a.m. till around ten thirty. After his work was completed, he had nothing else to for the time remaining. He went upstairs to the third floor and spent the rest of the time from then till lunch at one p.m. learning how to write better and improving his reading with Toni. This was due to the lack of attention for the most part by the nuns at the orphanage. They usually made the children read the bible for lessons in the scriptures. Good catholic children knew the bible, their lessons soon turned onto math and penmanship lessons. He got neither that where helpful; their blind eyes turned towards his questions and raised hands. If it wasn’t a question from him about the bible they didn’t want to hear it from him. Runistis sighed to himself then smiled feeling that now he was getting at least some sort of education outside of his bible studies.

Lunch had been collectively agreed upon as being Chinese food from down the street that he had to pick up for the crew. Taking a list of orders and a wad of cash with him that he collected from the different area he left at a quarter to twelve to pick up the meals and hurry back towards the studio. Runi passed out the meals and handed back the correct change that he had double-checked each time from the receipts. Though he wasn’t allowed past the black curtains, he left the food and change with the runner that was there and went back to the office. He smiled at Toni setting out his boss’s meal then sat down on the other side of the desk so that his back was towards the front door.

“Ah Runistis did you buy anything for yourself?” Toni smiled and broke open the container of sweet and sour chicken and fried rice before him. Picking up a pair of chopsticks and getting them position he looked back up to see if the boy had heard him.

Nodding Runi carefully not noticing that Toni’s gaze was down and set out his meal with a smile, “I got…. Some chicken wings…. I’ve never tried chicken wings before! Usually the food at the orphanage was this horrible oatmeal like goop with no taste… The chicken was boiled and bland with some cream of corn besides it…. Horrible…”

Toni smiled at the boy’s excitement then laughed softly at the way he explained the food from his previous home, “Alright well you enjoy your tasty chicken Runistis…”

Life was like that at the time, simple laughing and warm comforting atmosphere. Runistis couldn’t have been happier at that time with his new home and mock family that he found within Lisette and Toni. After months of working with Toni and his crew his birthday came around. It wasn‘t anything overly grand or monumental. It simply had been him Lisette and Toni in his apartment with a chocolate cake and some ice cream. But it signified something special to Runi; it meant that he finally came of age for single model shoots. The boy had been excited to do so when he realized that he was being moved up to model status he nearly forgot to sleep.

The designs for the outfits he would wear came from the company known as Kirsches. Their clothing line was designed for those who enjoyed the underground Goth scene, as well as those who where into bondage. Runistis saw most of the models wearing the Kirsches designs and blushed a bit at the amount of exposed skin shown. But it excited him to wear such elaborate clothing designs. B&B magazine was Kirsches’ way in their clothes out there to the correct target audience. And the magazine benefited by this in the sales of their magazine.

That day he was scheduled at lot number 457 at three p.m. for his photo shoot. Runi was delighted and invigorated by the idea of his first model shoot. Dressed in a pair of denim cut off shorts and a small slightly torn tank top with knee high boots, he made his way along the shoots with a bright smile upon his youthful face. It was at least twenty minutes to three as he made his way to the studio lot. The boy practically danced his way there as best as he could his heart pounding against his chest from the workout. He paused then looked around at the next junction trying to remember which way to go.

“Mmm….” he hummed out softly looking at the studio lot numbers before him, “I think I should have brought that file with me… I think it was…. 356… Yeah sounds familiar that must be it… if it’s not they can at least point me in the right direction…. No time to go back upstairs and get the paper work now…” He rationalized to himself as he looked around counting out the number then hurried towards the black curtain. ‘I guess Toni wanted it to be a closed off set because it was my first time…’

As he got closer to the set he heard the pounding of music. From experience he knew some photographers blasted music to help work the models into their parts. The music helped the models forget they where being watched by the camera and act more natural. Downside was that it became harder to hear if someone had been speaking. The curtain moved aside for a moment and the photographer stepped out and looked Runi’s body over with a calm fashion. “Your late!” he shouted above the music.

“Sorry I got a bit lost!” Runi shouted back and looked at the photographer.

“You look sort of young but I guess you’re the right guy!” The photographer yelled then guided Runi into set.

Runi blinked and strained to hear what the man had said to him over the noise as it slowly became more of a throbbing motion within his body. His heart felt faint as the bass continued to travel within his thin frame as he looked around. Green cat like eyes going wide as he saw the lay out before him. Bodies in tangled forms moved about on the slick covered mats beneath them. Runi blushed brightly and tried to tell them that they had the wrong model.

Unfortunately his voice went unheard as a few of the models reached for the young man and pulled him towards the group. One of them, a tall well tanned blonde reached around and yanked off the tight shorts he wore reaching around to fondle his length within his large hand. The other much more darker in complexion removed his tank top and tossed it somewhere into the darker portions of the room. Runi gasped out feeling the fingers of the one who removed his shirt lower himself and tease at a pert nipple, blowing warm breath onto it to cause the numb of flesh to harden. Runi cried out strangely and yet it went unheard by those in the room and even to him. His heart continued to pound against his chest, his body shivered from the new feelings.

The pair that had undressed him brought him over towards the group they had been performing with and laid him onto his back. Runi’s wide eyes stared up at them and blushed deeply before jumping in surprise as his legs where pulled apart. His cries lost in the blasting music and the sounds of the other models as he felt something push against and slowly pull apart his tight ring muscles. Held onto well and carefully twisted, he soon found himself face to face with the darker models fully erect penis. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen models like this before in the solo shoots, but his naïve ways only caused him to remain there with his mouth gaped open from shock.

Mixed signals are always a curse to some, Runistis learned his first hand as the thick cock from in front of him worked its way into the warm passage of his mouth and almost into his throat. Thankfully the boy had been positioned at just the right angle that he didn’t have to adjust himself to breath. The young red head whimpered out and looked up at the one in front of him. Something warm and sticky hit the side of his face, his mind registered it as being some sort of gel like substance for the shoot coming off the models close by. Soon the lighter skinned model removed the probing fingers from the now stretched out anus, before pushing his way in with something much thicker and longer. Runi screamed out at this sudden change onto to find his voice muffled by the cock lodged in there.

The young teen shut his eyes in hopes that this would all be over soon. Trying to worm away he found himself held in place by another set of hands. Warm air brushed against his sensitive flesh and moved along his hardening length. The stimulation had excited him, the sounds aroused him, the warmth and moist feeling of the mouth that wrapped around his own erect penis caused him to moan more though, he was silenced by the organ between his lips. He felt more of the sticky gel substance hit his body, his eyes closed tight not wanting to see what was being done to him. Runi soon felt the others exit his body after filling him with some warm creamy substance that was bitter to the taste. But soon after he was let go, before even finding breath to speak he was repositioned and entered again by another set of models.

Stumbling out of the set almost an hour and thirty minutes later that he had to be for his original photo shoot, Runi eventually found himself there and crashed onto the pristine bedding that was laid before him. His wild reddish colored hair splayed out behind him, his body shivering still trying to recover from the multiple orgasms of the day. Panting slowly he licked his lips and could still taste the slight bitter taste of the essence from his multiple lovers. Stretching out he winced at the sharp pain that had claimed his backside. Letting out a soft hiss of annoyance he soon let go of any negative feelings and continued to lie there. His hand traveled upward and his legs spread as slender fingers wrapped around his cock’s length and slowly stroked it till he came once more. As the boy drifted off to a blissful aroused sleep he failed to notice or hear the photographer had arrived and started to take pictures of what he thought was the scene.

*Click, click*