For My Personal Collection

He just couldn’t help himself.

Richard made a career out of taking provocative photos for ad campaigns and celebrity interviews. He could whip out a page from a magazine if asked to show his work.

So it was easy to get subjects to indulge in his own fantasies. Since he was a photographer, hiding behind a camera while more explicit activity took place was a natural extension.

His criteria include finding attractive people of college age since it was easier to find ones both desperate for money and naïve about the modeling business. They naturally assume it was legitimate – some wanted copies for their friends.

Richard would use the less-risqué ones to fulfill that request, allowing for more possible clients. Some he’d actually recommend but the ones that were hot but not the right size to be models ended up in the private collection.

“Mr. LaValliere?” Ah, a new one. Richard looks up to find the guy he met outside one of the NYU buildings last week. The guy, Eddie, was from a small town in upstate New York and his girlfriend had been clutching his arm. She knew she had good arm candy and wanted that to be clear to all. Eddie was 5’8” with a build that came from outdoor labor. In other words, perfect for his purposes.

Richard does the introductions. “Angilene” is the stage name for Angela Lewis, his faithful assistant. She’s got the sultry pout for photo ads, though too short to be a real model. She likes doing this so she can feel like a model and enjoy some of the perks of his other endeavor.

He hands Eddie a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans he swiped from a previous campaign and directs him to the bathroom. Angilene is already in similar attire.

It’s for a cologne called Le Nouve Cane – it accounts for the nondescript clothes. He has already determined that Eddie will barely fit in the jeans because the waist is an inch smaller than he normally wears.

When Eddie returns, Richard smiles, pleased he got the perfect fit for his purposes. He clears his throat to say, “We’re doing black-and-white. Your face will not even appear. The focus is on her reaction and the area from around your neck to your calves. Just cross your arms over your chest as if you're in charge and she’ll do the rest.”

Eddie plants his feet and goes into position, then Richard begins snapping. Angilene kneels down, her hand wrapping around his lower thigh. For now, she’s being innocent but he knows her hand will travel north and tug on the rough fabric as the shoot proceeds.

“The t-shirt ain’t working. Lose it.” Eddie nonchalantly takes off the shirt, revealing a less-than-perfectly tanned upper body. It doesn’t matter in the process, as it won’t be obvious in a black-and-white anyway.

Unfortunately, it also reveals the waistband of his black boxers. There is no way that will work. Even in times like this, Richard’s perfectionist side emerges. He shakes his head and sets the camera down.

“Okay, the jeans aren’t falling right. I can see the waistband.” Eddie looks down and considers his options.

Richard knows he doesn’t want Eddie to leave the room, to have a chance to walk out of the session. He decides to be resourceful. He gestures for Angilene to get up then he searches his desk.

Eddie offers, “I could go commando if it helps.”

Richard would love it but he wants some professionalism this early. “No, um… Aha!” he says, finding a pair of scissors. “It would be wrong to do that, not to mention painful. Let’s try this instead. Can you undo the button of the jeans for a sec?”

Eddie does so. Although commando has its own pleasures for him, this will have some torture as well, he realizes as he approaches with the scissors to cut off the strip of elastic from the boxers. The thin fabric will slip from its current position to bunch around Eddie’s cock, at the very least.

Richard allows a moment for his fingers to brush skin as he redoes the button. Now he knows it’ll be more difficult than usual to keep control. He’s thankful he abided by the artist’s cliché of wearing all black.

“Okay, good,” takes the last few shots remaining on the reel then reloads. He already notices Angilene’s hand tugging on the denim and Eddie beginning to squirm. He says offhandedly, “Instead of kneeling, let’s try the crouch position. Your head will be higher.”

Angilene smiles brightly at the order, then returns to the pout. She keeps her hand on Eddie’s thigh as she changes position. Her hand naturally is on his upper thigh, the back of her hand inches away from his crotch. She whispers an apology she doesn’t mean before adjusting to a more innocent pose.

She stretches her other arm behind Eddie and gives Richard the thumbs up sign, meaning that Eddie is getting hard, before settling that arm to her side.

Richard doesn’t want her to settle there. It gives him an idea. “Can you get your hand to his pocket from there?”

She straightens her upper body and wraps the free arm around his waist, needing to press her body against him. She hooks her thumb in the pocket and places her hand flat outside, rubbing against the fabric briefly. “I don’t know how long I can stay in this position.”

“I’ll try to go fast, then.” A roll is done when he says, “Eddie, how about you undo the button? It’ll get a better shot of the torso as well as lower her hand to a more comfortable position. Also, move your other hand up a little. It’ll be a tighter shot.”

They do the orders. The hand by the pocket is now pulling the jeans lower on the waist on one side. The other hand is now in the position she previously apologized, curling around his upper thigh as the back of her hand can sense Eddie’s hard cock hovering less than an inch away. Eddie’s face is reddened as he struggles not to react, to no avail.

Eddie squeaks out, “Are we gonna be much longer?”

“I’m not sure. Why, is there some place you need to be?”

“No…it’s just… nevermind.” Richard hides his smile. Eddie doesn’t need to know these are all full shots and that his blushing is part of the allure. Richard prefers no makeup for this and it’s easier to just use the body shot excuse to get that. He’s shown Eddie a real shot like that, minus the woman.

Angilene says, “Actually, I do. If it’s gonna be much long, I have to let my boss know.”

“Fair enough.” This is also part of their plan. That she riles the guy up then leaves them alone. What happens after that depends on the guy.

“Then let’s try one more position before you have to leave. Stand up. I want you to stand behind him, you,” pointing to Eddie, “have your hands on your sides and you,” pointing to Angilene, “wrap your arms around him. Let your fingers travel to the waist of the jeans and just do what feels right.”

When Angilene gets set behind Eddie, she moves her hands in front of him several times before settling one hand against his stomach and the other on the loop of the jeans. After a few snaps, her hand migrates to the still-undone button. She feels around, pushing her hand against jeans as she tries to find the zipper. Eddie lets out a gasp, as the jeans and her hand keep inadvertently moving against his now-straining cock.

She’s finally got the head of the zipper, the side of her hand pushing the front down so the jeans are now barely staying on Eddie’s hips. More importantly, the boxers underneath are now able to drift from the position it held due to the tightness of the jeans.

Richard grins, truly thrilled that the effect is better than he imagined. Eddie is biting on his lip, determined not to make any sound. That even as the bulge grows, pressing painfully against the zipper as it wants to be free immediately.

He’s about to give them a break and let Angilene go for the day when the phone’s ring shatters the worklike atmosphere. Angilene’s hand ends up unlocking the zipper, which immediately slips down. “Damn it,” she mutters.

When Eddie feels the sudden breeze on his cock, he jolts away from her. The action has the zipper descend the rest of the way, the jeans falling off his ass. The boxers have no chance of staying up without the elastic so they fall, exposing his rock-hard cock in clear view. He quickly pulls the jeans up, turning away from Angilene and Richard so they can’t see any more.

This hadn’t been part of the plan. Richard isn’t sure if it’s a good thing or a bad thing. “Angilene, you can go. I don’t need any more.” She looks slightly horrified so is thrilled to be excused.

When Angilene shuts the bathroom door, Richard is shocked to hear Eddie apologizing. “I know it was not professional but her hands were driving my body crazy. And now I’m gonna ruin everything.”

“What are you talking about?” Richard watches Eddie’s back, as he refuses to turn around.

“This is going to sound stupid but I can’t get my dick back in my pants. I mean, your pants. I’m too fucking hard.”

“Angilene’s in the bathroom.”

“Yeah, I know. Shit.” He pulls at the jeans, his ass looking even better than before. “I can’t get my boxers out of the way, much less do anything to lessen the size. The button closes but not without my dick hanging through the zipper which is not exactly a nice sight. It just keeps springing out. I wanted you to be impressed because I know I’m not normally the size for modeling so I’d have to work harder to do well.”

Now this sets Richard off. Forget about his own throbbing erection, which he had been able to hide prior to seeing the flash of Eddie’s cock. He walks over to console the guy. “Don’t freak out.” Richard can’t take how out-of-control this has gotten.

“My girlfriend was convinced you were hitting on me but I said this would be my big break. I’m glad I talked her out of coming here today.”

Richard walks to Eddie’s side and sets a hand on his arm. “Would you feel better if I was hitting on you?”

“I like that you enjoy your job. That you are meticulous with detail so the result is perfect. Even if getting there involves embarrassment. Sorry.”

He has to break away then, shaking his head furiously as he walks over to the counter to focus on his camera. “Stop apologizing. Please stop apologizing. This shoot isn’t real and you are too short.”

“Really?” Eddie’s tone is flat and Richard really doesn’t want to see his reaction. He gives a quick nod when it’s clear Eddie is waiting for an answer. “So you are hitting on me? Is this a form of torture you enjoy?”

“It wasn’t supposed to go this far. It was basically over right around when the phone rang.”

He hears footsteps then can feel Eddie standing right behind him. Eddie may be too short to be a model but he still towers Richard, as the shadow cast indicates.

“Do you think this is the only way to get a guy to do what you want?”

Richard can’t tell from the even tone if he’s about to get pounded into the ground. “That’s not the story.”

“You have to hide behind this photographer’s image… you are a real photographer, after all… for what? You have success.”

Can’t tell him to stop talking or else Richard won’t have that “real” photography career. Can't answer that question truthfully either because… well, he just can’t. So he says flatly, “Absolute power corrupts absolutely.”

“Funny. I am seeing this as I have the power. You need me in order to keep your career. Maybe you’ll get to keep that. But you have to do exactly what I say.”