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unconsciously adjusted himself in his shrinking pants.
    "If I did, would I be likely to tell you?" Damian teased.
    "And if I didn't, maybe I'd lie to impress you."
    Ashley guffawed at that, bending over so far, he slid off his stool. Damian stretched out a hand to steady him, smiling to see his friend so amused.
    "As if you give a damn about impressing anyone," Ashley gasped.
    Nick came in, watching silently until Damian had nudged Ashley into good behavior, and asked, "All set?"
    "Yeah, the agency has most of them set up for nine to twelve, but a few models can only come in from one to five.
    Is that okay?"
    "Yeah, sure," Damian said. "What size waist and inseam?"
    Nick mumbled his size, and Ashley quickly sorted through the stacks he'd brought, pulling out all the trousers in Nick's size.
    Nick reached out to stroke a pair of dark, wine-red trousers, made of the softest leather. "I like these."
    "They'll go with your coloring, kid," Damian said, remembering the smooth, honey-toned skin that had been exposed fully to him the night before.
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    Nick looked up guiltily, wondering what Damian was thinking. He hoped that nothing of his arousal was showing, unaware that his wide eyes and parted lips spoke volumes to both men.
    "Put this on with it," Ashley said, tossing a white shirt at Nick.
    Nick caught it, his fingers sliding against the silky fabric.
    "Go get dressed, boy," Damian urged. "We'll take a few shots so Ashley can make a decision."
    Nick went to the bathroom to change while Damian set up his digital camera on the tripod standing right where he'd left it the previous evening. It amused him to direct Nicholas to the same set, and he wondered maliciously how uncomfortable it would make the young man.
    Ashley gave a wolf whistle when Nicholas emerged from the bathroom. The silk of the shirt was thin and the flat dark circles of his nipples showed dimly through the fabric. The leather pants clung to his slim hips, outlining each cheek of his arse, the smooth lines telling the two older men that he was going commando.
    "Nicholas," Damian said, his husky voice purring with power, "go into the set. Put both hands behind you and lean on that bar."
    Nick felt his cock twitch at the tone in Damian's voice; the slow drawl was commanding, but promised a rich reward for obedience. Automatically, he walked to the canvas, shivering from the cold of the painted concrete floor under his bare feet. The canvas was a little warmer, although he stumbled as he tripped over the forgotten lump of foam under the cloth.
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    When he reached the bar, Nick faced Damian, not fully, but turned into the light, his eyes flicking questioningly to the photographer to see if he was posed correctly.
    "Hands behind your back. Lean on the bar," Damian directed encouragingly.
    Ashley moved abruptly to stand behind the cart that held Damian's computer monitor tethered to the camera, in order to hide his burgeoning cock. At Damian's order, Nick had put his hands behind him, grabbing the bar, making him arch his chest out, the buttons pulling a bit. His nipples were hard and the little peaks were shadowed as the white silk pressed against them.
    "Good boy," Damian said softly.
    Even from where Ashley stood, he could see how the soft leather outlined every ridge and vein of Nicholas's cock as it stood erect in sharp relief. Damian's voice had had its effect on Nick. No matter how he tried to make it go down, Nick's erection continued to grow.
    The pose he had taken had the effect of making him look as if his hands were bound behind him, but his eyes were defiant and his mouth sulky. His dark curly hair swept almost to his shoulders.
    Damian strode onto the set and tousled the boy's hair, making him look as if he'd just rolled out of bed. He pulled out his own lip balm, smearing it onto the pink curved mouth until it glistened. Damian pretended not to notice how Nicholas jumped whenever he touched him,