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me some of Mr. Coulliet’s past work. I think I’m ready for anything.” Reggie seemed to burst with energy.

“Excellent,” Christian said coming up behind them, and David saw him look Reggie over. “Do you tan at all?”

Reggie laughed higher than David would have expected, but it was definitely genuine. “No. Ten minutes and I turn into a lobster. I once tried a tanning bed. Got so burned on my butt, I couldn’t sit for a week. I hope that’s not a problem.” Reggie asked seriously.

“Nope. I needed to make sure your skin tone was consistent.” Christian explained. “David is going to put you in some black leather and we’re going to use a black background. I want your light skin and hair to stand out as much as possible. Once we see how it works, we’ll play with the light, which should give us some great effects.” Christian was still smiling as he walked away. “You don’t mind starting out nude, do you?”

Reggie shrugged, and David motioned toward the screen. “Get undressed and you’ll find a robe. Once you’re done, I’ll help you with the leather if you need it.”

“Thanks,” Reggie said with his smile still in place. Once Reggie stepped behind the screen, David watched Christian. He could almost feel the energy and excitement in the room ramping up. When Reggie stepped out from behind the screen with his robe in place, David helped him get the leather arm bands and harness on before leading him to the set.

“Just relax and enjoy it,” Christian said soothingly and began to take pictures almost immediately. David knew these were disposable and only to get Reggie warmed up. “Remove your robe and hand it to David whenever you’re ready,” Christian told Reggie without putting down his camera. Reggie untied the robe and slipped it off his broad shoulders, tossing it lightly to David. Reggie was stunning from head to toe: glistening, smooth skin, shapely legs, a proportional chest, powerful eyes, and a cock that made David’s mouth water. “Give me power,” Christian instructed, and David moved back and away, watching the session with rapt attention as Reggie flexed his muscles, the leather tricep bands straining. “That’s it, show me who’s in charge,” Christian commended, and Reggie did. Naked or not, the man exuded power and a flowing grace like some mythological Nordic warrior god. Reggie’s eyes burned into Christian, their power and intensity striking. “Show me what you want,” Christian commanded, “reach out like you’re going to take it.” David stepped back as Reggie reached towards him, and Christian took picture after picture.

The shoot continued and Christian had Reggie strip off the harness and eventually the leather arm bands so it was just his body. They experimented with color in the form of fabric and pillows. As they worked, the sexual energy increased as well. Reggie’s cock went from flaccid to fully hard in the span of half an hour as he and Christian battled for metaphorical control.

Christian was sweating as the session began to wind down. Reggie rested on his back, on the floor mat, legs spread wide, cock hard. “Stroke yourself,” Christian told him, and Reggie complied, his hand sliding along his thick cock. “You’re the embodiment of sex,” Christian told him softly, almost intimately. “You’ll drive every person who sees these pictures wild. They’re all going to want you.” Reggie made small mewling noises before turning his head toward Christian, meeting his eyes. “Come down here and fuck me,” Reggie ordered Christian, reaching in his direction.

David closed his eyes and turned away. This was what he didn’t want to see. Now that he’d come to accept on some level how he felt about Christian, he couldn’t watch him be with someone else.

“You don’t need me,” Christian said, trading out his camera for the remote shutter control. “You can do this all yourself. You’re a fucking god and everyone wants you.” Reggie’s hips thrust upward, grinding his cock into his fist. “Men want you. Women will lust for you.” The shutters kept clicking, and David watched Christian, surprised that he wasn’t accepting what was on offer.

Reggie leaned toward Christian, his face contorted into almost a sneer as he bellowed from deep in his chest, coming hard. Stomach and chest heaving, Reggie shot over his head and onto the backdrop before collapsing onto the floor mat in exhaustion, his hair askew, body limp, chest and stomach covered in trails of his own come. Reggie was total debauched decadence, and Christian was