The Model

The Model 3

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I really enjoyed Zev’s visit, but if I had known then, what I know is about to happen to me now, I would have locked him out of the house and never let him inside. Too late now though, so grab your underpants and hang on, because my life is about to get extremely more complicated.

The Model - Chapter 3
by Zyngaru

It’s been a month since Zevakyah visited me. That’s Zev for short, if you didn’t already figure that out. I learned so much about myself during that visit. I discovered I look nore like a ten-year-old than a teenager. I discovered I enjoy sex. Well the limited sex Zev and I shared. I’m so glad that Zev visited me that day. I keep reliving it over and over in my dreams, My fourteenth birthday was last week and I went into mom and dad’s bedroom to look at myself in their mirror and I still look like a naked ten-year-old. I asked dad about that and he showed me a naked photo of himself at a swimming hole when he was fifteen and he also looked like a ten-year-old too. He told me that we must have elf genes or something, which keeps us looking young longer than most people. That sort of makes sense to me, since I can see first hand how young I look.

Today, I wake up early and instead of getting up, I just lay on top of my bed sheets in my purple underpants daydreaming. About what you ask? What do you think? Zev and our afternoon together, that’s what.

Knock...Knock...Knock

“Caleb you awake?”

“Yes. Mom.”

“You need to get up and come downstairs. You have guests.”

Who could possibly be here to see me? I quickly grab the jeans and tee shirt I wore yesterday up off the floor and put them on. I run down the stairs, taking the steps two at a time, curious as to who might be here to see me. I barrel into the lounge to find, Zev, Sven and a man I don’t recognize staring up at me. Zev is the first to speak, when he sees me.

“Hey Caleb. Happy belated birthday.”

“Thanks Zev.”

“I got this for you.”

He hands me a birthday gift which I quickly tear open to find a photo of Zev. But it’s not just any photo. It’s a totally naked photo.

“I thought we could go up to your room and hang that one up next to my other one, after Sven explains why we’re all here.”

“What is it, Caleb. Show us all.”

“I’m not sure Zev wants me to show everyone this photo, mom.”

“Oh. It’s okay. My mom has photos of me like that all over the house.”

“I sure hope my mom doesn’t hang photos of me like this around our house.”

I hand the framed photo to mom and she smiles really big. When dad sees it he smiles but not as big, probably because he’s seen Zev naked in the real, while photographing him.

“I don’t know Caleb. I think our house could use some redecorating.”

“MOM!”

When all the laughter settles down, Sven begins his rehearsed plea for help, yet again.

“Caleb. Remember a few months back, I was in great need and you stepped up and helped me out? Well, I’m in one of those situations again. Zev, has a private photo shoot from noon until about four in the afternoon. He’s supposed to go with another boy and they pretend to be brothers. Well, this other boy’s mom called me this morning and explained that her son has chickenpox and can’t make it to the shoot. I’m guessing she’s one of those no-vaxxers, otherwise he wouldn’t have gotten the chickenpox. But none the less, I’m a boy short for the shoot.”

“NO! NO! NO! Not again. Sven! You know I don’t want to model again. Why not call another model boy to take his place?”

Here we go yet again. Sven is here to talk me into doing something I don’t want to do. He knows I don’t want too do this. He knows my skin is mine and not to be shared with the world. Well, maybe I’ll share it with Zev, but no one else. He knows all of this. Maybe not about Zev, but then since Zev is here, giving me a naked photo of himself, Sven probably even knows about what Zev and I did upstairs in my room last time he was here.

“I’ve already did that. There’s not another ten or eleven-year-old boy model to be had anywhere. It’s just too short a notice to get anyone.”

“Uh! If you didn’t hear Zev, I just had my fourteenth birthday. I’m no where near being ten or eleven.”

If Sven needs a ten-year-old boy model, then why is he here in my house, pitching this to me?

Zev speaks up.

“I asked Sven to come and ask you, as our last resort, before calling the client and letting them know we can’t provide their models. Remember when I was here before? I know you can fool the client into believing you’re ten and so do you.”

Of course I remember the last time Zev was here. It’s all I’ve been dreaming about. I also know he’s right about me looking like a ten-year-old, but fooling other people that I am actually a ten-year-old, that’s totally different. So, I decide to stop this by taking another approach.

“But Zev. We don’t even look alike. There’s no way anyone will believe we’re brothers.”

That should settle it. Zev and I look totally different. There’s no way anyone would take us to be brothers.

Sven jumps right back into the conversation.

“Caleb. The boy that you’ll be replacing has blond hair just like yours. Not as long, but still blond and the client accepted him and Zev to play brothers for their shoot. They want boys that resemble the sons of the clients guests and evidently Zev matches their older son and a little blond boy matches the younger son. So, I don’t think looks matters as much as age. Zev swears, he can make everyone believe you’re a ten-year-old. We’ll tell the client that you’re ten-and-a half. That you’re a new model boy and that this is your first private shoot. Clients love getting new boys first. Zev will guide you through everything. Mostly you just do whatever the client wants. Your dad will be there. Zev’s dad will be there and I’ll be there shooting the protection video. So you won’t be on your own. We really do need you, Caleb.”

Sven just shot that attempt to get out of this, right out of the water. Zev andf I don’t have to look alike. We have to resemble some other boys. Is that weird or what? People want strange boys to pose for them pretending to be their sons? Why don’t they just photograph their own boys. I turn to my last defense. My last resort. My last way out of this.

“Dad what do you think?”

“It’s up to you Caleb. I understand how you feel about showing skin. Private shoots are all about boys being totally naked, so you’ll be showing all of your skin and being photographed naked by the client and their guests.”

Great. Dad’s no help. He just throws it right back at me. Then out of the blue, Zev throws me a curve ball. He gets personal. To personal. He might as well tell everyone what we did up in my room.

“Caleb. We really need you. I can’t do this one by myself. You know I really like you and we’ll make great brothers on this shoot. We could even have some more fun like before. You liked doing all that stuff, didn’t you? We could do even more together. So, Please. Will you do it for me?”

This is so hard. I don’t want to do it. I don’t want to get naked and have people staring at me. I hate being naked in front of people. But this is Zev. I really do like Zev. I don’t want him thinking I’m a chicken or anything. Everyone is staring at me, wiating for me to answer him. Answer Zev. The only boy I have done sexual things with. The boy that holds my heart in his hand. It’s that boy who is pleading with me to do this thing, that I so vehemently hate to do.

“Okay. I’ll do it, but only because Zev needs me to do it.”

Sven wastes no time. He doesn’t want to give me time to change my mind. He jumps on my agreeing to the shoot, and starts giving orders.

“Wonderful. Why don’t you boys go to Caleb’s room and get Caleb dressed for the shoot. I’ll contact the client and let them know we’ve found a substitute boy model.”

Zev and I head upstairs.

“Oh. Boys, be quick. We don’t have much time to spare here.”

“Thanks for doing this Caleb. Did you really mean it that you’re only doing this because of me?”

“Yep. I’ve been telling Sven no to modeling for months now. So, he knows I wouldn’t have said yes, just because he asked me. Like I’ve told him over and over again. I don’t like being seen naked. Heck I don’t even like being seen shirtless.”

“Oh. About that. Strip your clothes off. I need to dress you like a ten-year-old.”

If it had been anyone else buy Zev, I would have thrown them out of my room and locked the door. As I’m stripping off my clothes and Zev is digging through my dresser drawers and closet, looking for the right outfit for me to wear, he explains how private shoots go.

“Private shoots happen in levels. Level One is fully clothed. This level usually pays a thousand dollars just like any normal shoot. Level Two is underpants. It usually pays two thousand dollars. Again like a normal underwear shoot. Level Three is naked. It pays anywhere from three to four thousand dollars. Because we are a pair and you are a preteen, this one will pay five thousand each, if you agree to do it. I sure hope you do, because that’s a lot of money. Level Four is touching sex. Fondling each other all the way to jerking off. It pays six thousand. Level Five is soft sex. That’s oral. You know, blow jobs. That pays eight thousand dollars each. I never go beyond Level Five, because I don’t want no dick up my ass. I’m pretty sure you don’t either.”

“You got that right!”

I listen intently to his description of each level. Just Level Two is going to be difficult for me. I don’t think I can go beyond that.

“Cool. You have some white briefs here.”

“Ya. Mom buys my briefs in packs and they always have a white one in them. I never wear them, so they are all new.”

“That’s really good. Wearing new underpants is great for a shoot. Go ahead and put these on.”

“Thanks. I thought you were going to make me stay naked just so you could lust after my little ten-year-old pecker.”

“That’s good. Get into the role. Keep it up. You want that type of attitude. Remember, we’re going to be brothers and brother fuss around with each other. Those look awesome on you. The client is going to really enjoy seeing you wearing only those white briefs.”

Well, they will if I can convince myself to strip down to underpants. That’s not a given. I agreed to go, that doesn’t mean I’ll take my clothes off and show strangers all my skin. I don’t like even showing family my skin, let alone complete strangers.

“Ah. Perfect. Small, dark blue shorts with an elastic waist. Nothing screams little boy than these shorts. Put these on.”

“Oh my. I thought I threw those away a long time ago. I hate these shorts. They show way to much of my legs. Besides, no teenager wears elastic waist shorts, except for sports shorts and even those have to be long.”

“Exactly. No teenager would wear these, but a ten-year-old would and in your case will. Now put them on.”

Reluctantly I put on the shorts from hell. Almost every bit of my legs show. I mean if I bend over my undies are going to show and they’re briefs, so what does that say about how short these shorts are?

“Perfect.”

“Now put on this baby blue tee shirt.”

I actually like this shirt even though it’s a short one, instead of the long kind that I prefer. It just does come to my the waistband of my shorts. Normally I wear tee-shirts that cover my crotch, you know, just in case I pop a boner, it covers it. I kept this tee-shirt because of the color. It’s the most beautiful blue ever.

“Sandals. You have black sandals. Great. Put them on.”

I do as Zev directs me and I’m finally dressed.

“Awesome, if I do say so myself. Let’s go look in your parents mirror.”

I get the shock of my life when we walking into my parents bedroom and I get a look at the kid standing inside their mirror.

“Oh! My goodness. I look like a little kid. I look even younger wearing clothes, than I do naked. Is that even possible?”

“Clothes make the person. Just look at me. Jeans, sleeveless tee-shirt and sketchers without socks. Your typical teenager. Of course boxers on underneath to complete my outfit. We’re ready. Let’s go downstairs and show you off.”

We no sooner enter the lounge and there’s a collective gasp. All eyes are on me. You would have thought I grew a horn or a third eye in the middle of my forehead.

“Oh! My! Goodness! Where’s my teenaged son?”

“He’s gone mom. Now, I’m your teen-year-old son. What do you think? Will I pass for a ten-year old model boy?”

“Oh! Absolutely! I just can’t believe the change! Boys stand right there and let me get a photo to send to the client. They were a little worried about our substitution, but I think this will ease their concerns.”

“I want some photos too! Let me get my camera.”

Mom runs to get her camera and takes tons of photos of me and Zev and then even more with just me. Once everyone is done photographing me. We walk on into the lounge.

“Caleb. This is my dad. Sorry for not introducing him to you earlier.”

“Hello, Mr. Benoit. I’m Caleb. Zev’s little brother.”

Zev’s dad looks at me with a huge grin on his face.

“Welcome to the family Caleb. From what I’m seeing, this is going to be a fun shoot.”

Sven doesn’t let us sit and get comfortable. He’s on a mission and the mission is to get us to the shoot.

“Okay, everyone. Let’s load up and get going. The client loves the photo, so this could work out nicely for all of us.”

“Easy for you to say, Sven. It’s not you that has to get naked and let people photograph you.”

“I understand how you feel, Caleb and I appreciate your help very much.”

I know Sven is sincere about me filling in and his understanding of my phobia about being naked in public, but I’m not sure he can feel empathy for my situation. For him, it’s all about the business and I understand that, but that is also why, I would have told him, no way Jose’ if he had asked me.

It takes an hour to get out of town and to the exclusive gated community, where the client lives. Once inside the gates, we pass mansion after mansion. Each one grander than the previous one. It seems the further back into the community we drive, the greater the estates. We finally pull up to what can only be described as a palace.

As we climb out of the van, a very nicely dressed woman walks up to us. She looks to be my mom’s age or possibly a couple years older.

“Hello. I’m Madam Deville. What’s your name?”

“Caleb. Ma’am.”

“Oh, aren’t you the polite little gentleman. How old are you Caleb?”

“I’m ten and a half, ma’am.”

“You are a very cute little boy Caleb. I understand this is your first private party. Is that right?”

“Yes Ma’am. I’m new to all of this.”

“Well, I’m sure a polite little boy like you will do wonderfully. Just remember to follow my instructions.”

“Yes. Ma’am.

“You must be Zev, I’ve heard a lot of great things about you. That’s why I requested you.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that very much. I hope I live up to your expectations of me.”

There’s no question as to where Madam Deville is looking, as she talks to Zev. She’s looking directly at Zev’s crotch and as she stares, even I can see the boner growing in his jeans.

“Oh, I’m sure you’re going to exceed all our expectations.”

She gives both of us boys a huge smile before turning to our dads.

“You gentlemen must be the boy’s fathers. I understand your need to be here, but I have one rule. You both keep your distance. I will not have any of my guests inhibited by over protective fathers.”

Sven jumps into the conversation, before either my dad or Zeb’s dad can answer her.

“Gertrude, both men have been instructed to keep a discreet distance away from your party. You won’t have any problems with them, I assure you.”

“Sven as always, it’s good to see you again. I trust you completely. Even in this latest mishap of my model boy getting sick, you were able to find a boy that is even better qualified for my party than the original model you assigned.”

“As always, we aim to please.”

“And you always do. Always. Okay, follow me around back.”

As we walk around the side of her palace, she talks to us.

“Boys. I’m hosting a girls get to know their sons party. That’s why I needed two boys. One older, either fourteen or fifteen, and one younger, either ten or eleven. All the women here have sons within those age ranges. Obviously, they can’t do this kind of thing with their own sons, so you boys are here as substitutes for my guest’s boys. They are going to want you to do, what normal boys do, but mothers seldom get to see, and never get to photograph. We start off at Level One and transition up to Level Five. I know Zev is okay with Level Five. Caleb do you understand the level system?”

“Yes. Ma’am, Zev explained it all to me before we came.”

“Are you okay with going to Level Five?”

“I’m not sure. I know this will sound silly, being a model and all, but people seeing me naked scares me, a lot. But I agreed to fill in, so I will try my best to do everything you want me to do.”

“That’s a very good answer. It’s always good to be honest and up front with your fears. Actually your shyness and fear of being naked, fits in nicely with a couple of my guests, who have sons that are extremely body shy. Caleb, as I said before, we won’t be asking you to do anything other boys don’t already do on a daily basis. Just normal boy stuff, but stuff boys tend to do in private is all. Will you give me your best effort to go all the way and make my guests happy?”

“Yes. Ma’am.”

“Okay, fathers, if you will go over there where I have a picnic table set up with refreshments. You should be able to see everything from that vantage point without interfering in our party.”

Dad and Mr. Benoit split away from us. Sven of course sticks close to us, filming everything. Well not real close. He does have a telephoto lens on his camera.

“Okay boys. Here we go.”

We step through this white gate and into what can only be described as a formal gardens. Everything, everywhere is manicured to perfection. There, gathered around a fountain, chatting with each other are ten ladies, all of which are about the same age as Madam Deville.

“Ladies. If I can have your attention please.”

“Thank you.”

“I would like to introduce you to our two substitute sons for this afternoon’s pleasure. First we have ten and a half year old Caleb. Isn’t he just the most precious little boy you’ve ever seen?”

I hear yes, being said from all the ladies. That right there is enough to make me blush. They see a ten-year-old in front of them, not the fourteen-year-old that I actually am.

“Oh look. He’s blushing.”

“Yes. Silvia. Our little Caleb is a first timer to any of this. So, everything is going to be new to him. We are all very fortunate to watch him react to all his new experiences. Also ladies. Caleb is body shy. How lucky we are to actually get a model boy that is body shy. As he slowly strips off his clothing, I’m sure some of you with shy sons, will be extra interested in his reactions.”

I can feel my face getting even hotter as she talks about me stripping off my clothes in front of them. Why did I volunteer to do this? All these strange women want to see me naked. All that runs through my head is my teacher telling us about, Stranger Danger, and that we should run away as fast as we can when confronted with it. That’s not an option for me today.

“Our other son for the afternoon is fourteen year old Zev. Now Zev is used to all of this, so his reactions will be more in line with your sons that are very self confident and self aware. He’s also well into puberty, so for those moms, that rarely, if ever see your teenaged sons naked, you will really enjoy seeing Zev.”

I glance over at Zev and he’s taking this all in as if it were everyday stuff. I guess maybe it is for him, being a full time model boy and all.

“Now ladies. Zev is okay with going even further, so you can see how your sons play around sexually with each other, behind closed doors. Caleb here is willing to think about it and with some encouragement and understanding, by us, of his newness to this whole thing, he might also play sexually with Zev here. So, remember to treat both boys as sons, not erotic sex toys.”

The ladies laugh as they give each other sly looks. Ya right. I know as well as everyone else here. These ladies want to see both of us, as naked as the day we were born and the sooner the better to them.

“Take all the photos you want to take. From any angle you want to take them. But don’t touch either boy, no matter how tempting. They are both minors. You wouldn’t want adults touching your sons, so don’t touch these substitute sons. And be nice. No fowl language or nasty suggestions. Lets have fun and enjoy our time with these two very cute and soon to be naked boys.”

There is applause from all the ladies. I can see, they’re excited about Zev and me being here. I just hope I can live up to their expectations. Showing strange ladies my bare skin, no matter how excited they are, isn’t going to be easy. I’m just glad I have Zev here, or it would be impossible for me to do.

“Let the party begin. Take photos now of the boys just standing there and then we will get into some action.”

The ladies surround us, taking tons of photos. I sure hope they brought along a lot of flash drives.

“Okay boys, I want you to act like brothers teasing and pushing in a teasing way.”

It’s time to begin making my first thousand dollars. I poke Zev in the side and run away from him. He chases me and catches me. I struggle to get away and he lets me, so I poke him again. I just try and be the pest of a little brother that I can be. Zev acts like the annoyed big brother, trying to coral me and make be behave. After a few more pokes and more teasing, Zev grabs me by my arm and begins smacking my bottom with his other hand. I whisper to him to smack me hard enough to make me cry. I’ve seen big brothers do that to their little brothers, so I figured the women watching would like to see that.

Zev must agree with my suggestion, because he begins smacking me seriously.

“Caleb I’ll teach you to stop messing around and listen to me, when I’m in charge.”

It takes awhile, but I let my emotions run wild and before I know it, I’m actually crying. I totally forget about all the cameras snapping pictures of my punishment. Zev stops spanking me and holds my head facing him. More snapping of pictures.

“Are you going to behave yourself now.”

“Yes. Zev. I’ll be good. I promise.”

I’m whimpering and sniveling as I answer him and the ladies are going wild.

“Then give me a hug.”

I wrap my arms around Zev like any little boy would do and hug him, burying my face into his lower chest. Yes, Zev is that much taller than me. The cameras are just clicking all over the place. When they slow down, Zev pushes me a little away from him.

“I still love you Caleb. Just because I spank you when you’re being bad, doesn’t mean I don’t love you. Now give your big brother a kiss and make up.”

Zev gives me a big kiss right on my mouth. I never expected that. He doesn’t un-kiss either. He is keeping it going until the cameras slow down. Finally, when the clicking of the cameras slow down we break apart.

Madam DeVille rushes over and is all bubbly.

“That was an excellent Level One. Wasn’t it ladies?

They give us a big applause. I actually bow to them, like I’ve seen on television.

“Boys, I would like for you to transition to Level Two for us, please.”

Of course, that doesn’t mean to just srip off our clothes. Nope. She said transition and Zev is ready.

“Caleb. You want to play a big boy game?”

I love how Zev is taking the lead here, because I have no idea how to do this transition without just stripping off my clothes and that isn’t something I want to do. Not in front of these ladies. As it is, no matter how Zev decides for it to go, I know I’m going to be down to my briefs very shortly.

“Sure.”

“Are you really sure, because big boy games have consequences?”

“What’s consequences mean?”

“When you lose, you have to pay a penalty.”

“What kind of penalty?”

“You gotta take something off.”

“You mean my clothes? No way.”

“I thought you wanted to play a big boy game?”

“I do, but I don’t want to be naked.”

This is where I play the body shy little boy. The thing is, it’s not play acting. I am the body shy boy.

“I’ll tell you what. We’ll just play until we’re both down to our underpants. How’s that?”

“Okay. I’ll play, if I can keep my underpants on.”

Like a little boy would, I make the concession of his big brother. At the same time, being all shy about it. I notice two ladies taking extra photos of me during this exchange. They most be the mothers of shy boys and I must be giving them the facial expressions that see in their own boys. The thhing is, it’s all natural for me, because I really don’t want to take my clothes off, even if I am playing a game. Now, would I play this game with Zev at home. Of course I would, so it only makes sense that I would do it here.

“Then follow me over here to this table. See the deck of cards?”

“You mean we’re going to play strip poker!”

“Ya. You know how to play?”

“Heck ya. I win all the time playing with my friends.”

I add this, so the moms of even the shy boys will know that their boys still play these kinds of games, even if they don’t know about it happening.

“You do huh! Well, once one of us is down to his underpants, if he loses after that, he gets spanked on his butt, until both of us are only wearing our underpants. I’ll deal first.”

Zev, must have enjoyed spanking me earlier to add that to the game. I’m not sure how I feel about the revelation.

We play, back and forth. First I have to take my sandals off. Then Zev has to take his sneakers off. Then Zev has to take his shirt off. That’s when the cameras go crazy, clicking, taking photos of his bare chest. I notice they zoom in on his pit hair. Next I lose my shirt. Again the cameras go crazy, even though my chest isn’t as developed as Zev’s chest and I don’t have any pit hair. Next Zev loses his jeans. Every camera is clicking away as he slowly unfastens and then lowers his jeans revealing his red boxers with yellow dots all over them. Zev looks sexy and I really don’t know what that means, but he does anyway. The women sure think so too, because they are taking tons of photos of him in his underpants. I notice his bulge is growing also. I wonder if his dick ever pops out the fly on these shoots. I’ll have to remember to ask him some time, when we’re alone.

Zev loses again.

“You get to give me one swat, since I don’t have anything left to take off.”

Well, he does, but since this is Level Two, he gets to keep his boxers on, although I’m sure the ladies would love for him to take them off.

Zev stands up and bends over, as I pull my arm way up into the air and come down hard of his boxer clad ass. It’s payback time for him spanking me. The next hand, he loses again. I get to smack his bottom twice this time. He loses yet again and I smack him three times. I’m beginning to enjoy smacking Zev’s butt. I wonder if he’s losing on purpose to draw this out and to let me spank him more? A curious thought.

Unfortunately for me, I lose the next hand and have to take my shorts off, revealing to the ladies my little boy white briefs. They actually, “Oooh” and “Ahhh” as I stand there in my underpants. Of course they are taking tons of photos of me also. Again, my face is scarlet red, as I’m having to expose my skin like this. It’s pretty obvious to everyone being in my underwear in front of people is embarrassing the daylights out of me, which seems to be what is exciting those two ladies the most, that I’m assuming have the shy sons. I just know that standing here in front of everyone, wearing only little boy undies, is humiliation as heck. Zev is smiling at me with the biggest grin on his face. I so want to hit him. Hit him hard.

“Ladies. Isn’t Caleb just the most precious thing you ever saw. Look at him blushing.”

“Is it embarrassing standing in just your panties?”

This comes from one of the shy boy moms, which just adds to my embarrassment, because I’m not wearing little girl panties. I have to admit, they aren’t something a teenaged boy would wear, but they’re still boy’s underwear. Not Panties!

“Yes. Ma’am. It’s very embarrassing. I want to go and hide someplace.”

Madam DeVille speaks up after my latest statement.

“Well, now that we’re at Level Two, I know just the place for you to go. But first I want the two of you to stand and strike poses for our ladies, so they can take some wonderful photos of their replacement sons in their underpants.”

Okay. Have I mentioned I hate people seeing my skin? Now I have to pose in just my briefs and let women take photos of me, know full well that they are going to share with others. I would think they would concentrate more of Zev, since he’s the one posing with a huge bulge in his underwear, but no, they take just as many photos of me. I guess, seeing a ten-year-old boy in just his undies is something worth taking photos of? It sure is to these ladies.

I wonder what the record is for a boy to hold a blush. I’m pretty sure my face has stayed a solid red, ever since this shoot started. For those people that try and tell you that facing your fears is the best way to conquer them. Don’t believe them. All facing your fears does, is to further torture you.

Once photos have been take, Madam DeVille speaks up again.

“Okay boys. Follow me to the side yard.”

We no sooner get around some bushes than I see a play area set up with different types of bounce houses, ball pits, trampolines, swing sets, slides and jungle gyms. There is even a set of soccer nets along with two soccer balls.

“This is where you will play like all ordinary boys play, except you’ll be doing so in your underpants. I want you to try out everything at least once, and then you can stay with whatever you like best after that. Our ladies of course will be taking photos. Since these things are moving, each lady gets to ask you to pause two times during your play. When asked, you are to stop and get into the position she wishes and once the photo is taken go back to full speed play. Do you both understand so far?”

We both let her know we understand. Then she privately gives us the special instructions as to what happens next. Instead of telling everyone what those instructions are, she just has us go ahead and follow them, so her guests will see the actions and feel the emotions just like us, as we do each thing.

We both go running to the play equipment. I love bounce houses and ball pits. Zev gets in them with me. We play in them for a short time having to freeze and let the ladies take photos of us at a few different times, before we split up and go in different directions. I go to the jungle gym and climb around. I enjoy this kind of fun. I hang upside down and I’m soon told to freeze in position while many ladies photograph me. From there, I go to the slides and again I’m told to freeze halfway down the slide. The same goes for the swings. I love swinging high and jumping out. I know the ladies want me to freeze in midair, but of course I can’t. I do the next best thing, I make the jump over and over again, allowing them to time it for when I just get out of the swing at it’s highest point and thus I’m almost frozen in place before dropping back to the ground. As I finish playing on everything in the play area, I feel the first pangs of needing to pee.

Now, I’ve been expecting this, because Madam Deville had me drink a large bottle of water before this level began. Now, is when I go to kick the soccer ball around. This is also the cue, I gave Zev for when I first have to pee, so he finishes up on the playground and comes to kick the soccer balls around with me. It’s not long before my need to pee grows to the point it’s difficult to hold in. When Zev comes past me kicking the soccer ball, I smack him hard on the ass. This is our cue to move forward with our instructions.

“What was that for? You think you’re big enough to be smacking my ass.”

“Ya. What you going to do about it.”

I take off running with Zev on my heels. I don’t run far before letting him catch me.

“I’ll show you what I’m going to do about it.”

He pulls me to the ground and begins tickling me. Zev is sitting on the ground, with me on his lap and my legs sprawled out in front of me. He tickles the daylights out of me. I laugh and laugh and laugh so hard, that I can’t hardly catch my breath. He lets up a little here and there and then tickles me even harder. I’m actually very ticklish, so I don’t have to fake laughing hysterically.

“STOP! Zev, stop. I gotta pee.”

“I ain’t falling for that old trick. You always tell me you gotta pee, just to get away. Not this time. I’m going to make you pay for smacking my ass.”

He continues to tickle me so hard, that I laugh until my sides hurt. I also have to pee so bad, that all that water I drank before coming to play, now wants out.

Now the instructions I was given, was that Zev would tickle me until I had to pee and then he would help me take down my briefs to pee like a little boy does. Basically naked. I knew this was going to be super embarrassing, but if I’m going to go to Level Three, then the ladies seeing me naked will happen, so I might as well let them watch me pee, too.

“ZEV! STOP! I can’t hold it much longer. I really do gotta pee.”

“I told you Caleb. I ain’t falling for that this time.”

Now, I’m confused. Zev should have stopped tickling me and took me to pee on a tree. But he doesn’t stop. Instead, he continues to tickle me and then I feel the first wetness on my skin inside my briefs. I can’t hold it any longer. I try. I try really hard. At first there’s just a small yellow spot on my underpants. But it grows as he keeps tickling me. I can’t believe these women are taking photos of me wetting myself. But they are. I can’t believe Zev is making me pee myself. I can’t hold it in any longer and it just all comes gushing out. My underpants quickly turn from white to yellow and soon they are soaked clean through.

A couple things. Before we did this level, as I drank that bottle of water, Zev placed something inside the fly of my white briefs. Now I know what that something was. It was a water soluble packet of yellow dye, so when I peed, the packet would dissolve and the yellow dye would highlight that I’m peeing myself and make it better for photos. This was planned. But I wasn’t in on the plan.

The other thing you need to know, is that this is highly embarrassing for a ten-year-old, but it’s downright humiliating for a fourteen-year-old. It’s not like we stopped action and someone poured fake pee on me soaking my underpants. Oh. No. I peed myself for real. At fourteen, I peed my underpants for real and it’s all in photos and on video. Sven is right there making the protection video. People are going to see that video and I’ll have to live with this embarrassment over and over again. Then there’s my mom. She’s going to see it. Mom’s going to see me wet myself. It doesn’t get any more embarrassing than this.

I just sit there in my shame, sprawled out in my soaked briefs, as the ladies photograph me. It takes a long time before they get all the photos of my most embarrassing moment. Once the cameras do finally stop clicking, we move on.

“CALEB! What the heck did you do?”

“I’m sorry.”

“SORRY! You peed all over yourself.”

“I tried to tell you, that I had to pee.”

“Don’t give me that. You’re ten-years-old. You should feel ashamed of yourself.”

I do feel ashamed of myself. My fourteen-year-old self. I peed all over myself. I’ll never live this humiliation down.

“Stand up. You can’t go around in pee soaked underpants.”

We both stand up and to my horror, Zev grabs the waistband of my briefs and yanks them down to my ankles.

“Step out of those nasty briefs.”

I step out of them, leaving me totally naked in front of everyone. That’s were we freeze yet again so the ladies can take photos of the now totally naked me.

I was really embarrassed when I had to strip to my briefs and show so much skin. Then I was triply embarrassed when I peed myself and posed for photos in pee soaked underpants. But now! This is killing me having to stand here totally naked, showing everyone my bald little two and a half inch pee soaked pecker. If anyone had a doubt that I’m ten-years-old, they don’t now. I peed myself and have the pecker of a little boy. I’m so humiliated, that I’m about to actually cry for real. As I look around at the ladies taking photos and listen to them talk about their own ten-year-old sons and how they look and act just like me, it all becomes overwhelming and I do break down and start crying. That just encourages even more photos.

I notice Madam Deville go and talk to Sven, once I start crying. Is she concerned about my emotional state? Does she care about how I feel, for real, not as a model? I can’t hear them, but whatever she’s asking him, it’s obvious he told her it was okay and to keep going. That is when she gives us the thumbs up signal to move along.

“You stink. I need to clean you up. Start walking.”

Zev slaps my ass hard.

“I’ll give you something to cry about you little baby.”

He smacks my ass again even harder. Now this wasn’t in the instructions. I guess, since I’m already crying, he feels the need to keep me that way.

With one hand pushing me along and the other hand smacking my wet naked ass, we move over to where there is a water faucet with a hose attached.

“I can’t take you anywhere without you embarrassing me. I still can’t believe you peed all over yourself. No ten-year-old would ever do that.”

“I’m sorry Zev, I really am. I just couldn’t hold it any longer.”

“Well. What’s done is done, but I need to get you cleaned up as best I can, because you smell like piss.”

Zev turns the water on and hoses me down.

“It’s freezing.”

“To bad. You should have thought about that before pissing yourself.”

Zev not only keeps spraying me with the very cold water but he also starts hand washing me, including my pecker. Zev is rubbing my pecker in front of all these ladies and they’re snapping photos of it. My humiliation just won’t end. I really can’t believe I agreed to do any of this. But I can’t wait until the next part. I’m going to get my revenge on Zev, because he wasn’t supposed to spank me bare ass naked. That wasn’t in the private instructions.

“Stand still, Caleb. How am I supposed to get you clean if you keep moving around.”

He smacks my ass three more times in rapid succession.

“It ain’t fair that I’m naked and you ain’t. It ain’t fair you get to smack my bare ass and I can’t smack yours. Nope. I’m done with this crap. I’m going to make you naked too and spank your naked ass, like you are doing to me.”

I grab Zev’s boxers and pull outward, stretching them as far as they will stretch. Zev quickly lets go of me and the water hose to grab hold of his boxers.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m pulling your boxers off, so you’ll be naked too.”

“No way. I’m older than you. Teenagers don’t go naked in public. It’s okay for little boys, but not teenagers.”

“We’ll see about that.”

I move one hand to his fly and pull down hard and I feel and hear his boxers begin ripping.

“If I can’t pull them off, I’ll rip them off, but they’re coming off.”

Once they start ripping, all I have to do is keep pulling in different directions to get the bottom part completely ripped apart. Zev is wearing a skirt now instead of boxers, because they no longer have individual leg openings.

Zev tries grabbing my hands to stop me, but when he does, it gives me an opening to rip upwards and rip his boxers all the way to his waistband. From there it’s an easy tear to finish them off and soon I’m holding Zev’s ripped up boxers in my hand and he’s totally naked, exposing that huge snake of his. Again we freeze, so the ladies can get their photos. They already have naked photos of me, so now they are concentrating on getting lots of photos of Zev, totally naked. We stand that way for a long time. This level isn’t over until the cameras stop clicking.

“Boys. That was a wonderful Level Two and you transitioned right into Level Three marvelously. You deserve a break. You’ll find snacks and drinks over at those tables, help yourself to whatever you want. I only ask that you remain like you are, so when we’re ready for Level Three, you will be properly dressed for it. Beside, the ladies will enjoy seeing all of you. They never get to see their own sons like this.”

Now, I’m always hungry and to let me near free food, ready for the grabbing is fantastic. The only drawback is that I’m stark naked and these women keep taking photos of me. I’m trying to get used to this whole letting people see all of my skin, but it sure isn’t easy. Just when I think I have it under control, my dick goes and bones up on me. So, now I’m eating in front of women with a boner. They are totally loving it and at the same time, I want to find a hole and close it in over me.

Then to top it off, Madam Deville walks over to give us instructions for Level Three. Just hearing her instructions has my dick twitching. I can’t believe she’s letting me get my revenge on Zev though. This promises to be fun even if I have to run around completely naked in front of everyone. The last thing she does is to hand Zev a large bottle of water to drink. It’s even larger than the one she had me drink. Even though I was strongly considering stopping here and taking my money and running for cover; after hearing about this level and what I get to do to Zev, there’s no way I can stop. I have to go on, which is probably why Madam DeVille offered me this sweet revenge.

“Okay boys. Since you’ve been real sports about posing for our party, I’m going to let you go swim for awhile. Besides it will make for great photos of boys skinny dipping.”

She leads us past the playground, further on to the pool. As soon as we get there, both of us jump in and play like all boys play when they get to be in a pool. I immediately dunk Zev, by pulling his feet out from under him. He grabs me and throws me up into the air to come splashing down in front of him. I swim underwater and grab his legs again and pull him under. As I come up for air, he grabs me around the waist and throws me back over his shoulder , again flying through the air with my dick hanging out before splashing down again. We play this way until we start getting tired.

“I need to rest.”

“Me too. Truce?

“Yes, truce.”

We climb out of the pool and dry off with large towels. I want to set Zev up for my revenge, so I mention the playground.

“We can go swing. That way we can rest up a bit.”

“Sure Caleb. Sounds like a great idea.”

We swing on the regular swings for awhile as we rest.

“Zev. You any good at doing tricks on that trapeze bar?”

“You know it. I can do all kinds of stuff on one of those. You want to see?”

“Ya. Show me some fun tricks.”

I’m enjoying watching Zev, swing on the trapeze bar and then hanging by his knees and then swinging up to sit on the bar. He is really good at it. This trapeze bar also has rings on each side. Zev shows me how he can swing from his arms on the rings and flip himself upside down. He’s really good at this too.

The ladies are loving taking photo’s of Zev, well to be honest, of Zev’s big dick, flopping around as he hangs upside down.

“Zev, what are those straps above the rings for?”

“They’re for holding your ankles, for when you hang upside down by your feet. They keep your feet from slipping out, so you don’t land on your head.”

“Wow! Can you do that trick too?”

“Sure. But I’ll need your help getting my feet through the rings and then into the straps. It’s practically impossible to do it by yourself.”

“I’ll help you. What do I have to do?”

“When I hang upside down by my knees, you need to take one foot at a time off the bar and over and through the ring and strap. I’ll be holding on to the bar with both hands and my other leg.”

It actually looks comical when Zev is hanging like that and I’m pulling one leg free of the bar and forcing it back as much as it will go, so I can guide his foot into the ring and then into the strap.

The ladies seem to find this comical also, because they are laughing and snapping photos. Now, if I had been watching from the ground and from behind, I would have noticed as I stretch Zev out to pull his leg into the ring and strap, his butt hole is totally in view. This is what the ladies are finding so comical, to both Zev’s and my ignorance.

When we get one foot in place, I move over to the other side and put that foot into it’s ring and strap. This one is harder because now Zev has to hold himself in place just by his hands and the foot in the ring. Honestly he looks something like a monkey hanging this way, especially with his monster dick sprawled out fully in view between his legs as they are stretched out from each other.

Again, more photos.

“How’s that?”

“Perfect. Stand back, so I can get swinging and show you some tricks.”

Who really cares about the tricks. Zev is hanging upside down by his feet. His legs are spread out very wide, so that Zev’s long dick is hanging upside down towards his belly button. His balls are upside down too, causing them to bunch up at the base of his shaft. All of this is visible to the women who are taking plenty of photos.

“Caleb, why don’t you climb up here with me and hang upside down from your knees. That way the women can get some really unique photos.”

“Sure, but how do I get up there?”

“Just shimmy up my body like I’m a fireman’s pole.”

Which is what I do. I wrap my legs around his naked body and then press my naked body into him as I slowly pull myself up towards the trapeze bar. It’s really funny when I get to his dick and balls. My face is mere inches away from them as I pull past, but not before many photos are taken. Finally, I pull myself up onto the bar and sit for a couple minutes before leaning back and falling down between Zev’s legs hanging upside down by my knees. My head is there at Zev’s dick again and this time the women take a ton of photos. They now get to see two dicks and two sets of balls hanging upside down.

Up to this point, Zev and I have followed Madam Deville’s instructions. She wanted both of us hanging upside down like this for her guests to get some unique photos. What Zev isn’t prepared for is what is going to happen next. Madam Deville gave me these instructions out of ear shot of Zev. Of course he shouldn’t be surprised about what I’m going to do, but then, he might be.

Hanging like this, my head is actually just inches from Zev’s boy parts. When I stretch out my arms, my hands and more importantly, my fingers land right on Zev’s rib cage. I can’t reach his armpits but I can dig my fingers into his sides tickling him mercilessly. This I do, discovering that Zev is as ticklish as I am. He squirms helplessly, since he’s hanging upside down by his ankles, securely in those straps. There isn’t anything close that he can grab to pull himself up and away from my relentless fingers. I keep tickling him until I hear those magic words.

“Please Caleb. Stop. I gotta pee bad.”

“Like I had to pee when you tickled me?”

“Worse. Much worse. Please don’t make me pee all over myself in front of these cameras.”

“Hm...Let me think about it.”

I stop tickling Zev and pull myself up to a sitting position on the trapeze bar.

“Thank you Caleb! You’re a lifesaver.”

I wait for him to relax and think he’s out of danger. That’s when I start tickling his feet. Heck, they are right here beside me as I sit on the bar. I can look straight down and see Zev’s penis and balls. I have the best seat at the party for the show Zev is about to put on. I tickle him and tickle him some more.

“Please Caleb. Please stop. I can’t hold it much longer.”

I’ve never seen a boy pee upside down before, so I’m very curious as to how this is going to happen. I don’t stop tickling Zev. Oh! No! I tickle him more and more.

“Caleb! I can’t hold it any longer. Please stop tickling me.”

I don’t stop. I watch as Zev’s dick becomes a fountain, spraying his pee first out and away from his body and then down at his chest, which splashes on his chin and all over his face. After the initial gusher, the rest of Zev’s pee runs in a steady stream down his belly, chest, shoulders, face, hair and arms. He’s completely soaked in his own pee in a matter of seconds. He looks just like one of those little boy peeing statues, except Zev is far from being a little boy.

The cameras are going non-stop. It’s just click after click. Of all the things these ladies thought they might see at this photo shoot, I doubt very strongly they imagined seeing an upside down, fourteen year old boy peeing like a fountain.

I stop tickling him as he pees and pees and pees. He really did have to go bad. I guess after drinking that large bottle of water, there’s a whole lot of pee in him that needs to get out. I don’t have to imagine how humiliated he feels right now, because not very long ago, I felt the same humiliation when Zev made me pee myself in front of these women.

When he finally stops peeing, he’s dripping pee from his thoroughly soaked naked body. The cameras keep clicking. Photo after photo. Zev will have tons of photos of him like this making the circuit around the modeling agencies. I can only imagine the comments and teasing he’ll be getting from his modeling buddies. Yes, there are tons of me wetting myself also, but since I’m not a model, I won’t have the same level of embarrassment that Zev will be facing. But then, Zev isn’t like me. He will probably shrug it off as just part of being a model boy and doing what the client wants during the shoot.

“Caleb. Okay you had your fun. You got your revenge. Help me down from here.”

“Please?”

“Please help me down.”

“You promise that I’m in control and get to take you over and wash you with the hose, like you did me?”

“Caleb. I’m perfectly capably of washing the piss off myself, without your help.”

“So was I, but you made me let you wash me and you even spanked me a few times. So, now it’s my turn.”

“Don’t be silly. I’m a lot bigger than you. It would look silly you doing that stuff to me.”

“Okay. Then you can get yourself down.”

“Okay. I will.”

I watch as Zev twists and turns trying to pull his feet free of the straps and rings. Unfortunately for him and lucky for me, he can’t manage it, because when he twists his ankle, so he can pull his foot free, the ring and strap twists with it. He keeps trying until he’s exhausted by his futile efforts.

“Come-on Caleb. Help me get free.”

“Are you going to put me in charge of cleaning you up?”

“We’ve been over that. I’m too old for that.”

I almost make a huge mistake, by reminding him that I’m as old as he is, but I catch myself.

“Okay. I guess I’ll just climb down and let you handle this for yourself, since you’re so much older than me.”

I make like I’m going to climb down, to leave him to his on devises, but of course I really don’t plan on doing it. I just want Zev to think he’s going to be left hanging up here for who knows how long.

“No! No! Okay. You’re in charge. I’ll do whatever you say.”

“Okay then. Raise your arms up so I can grab your hand and help you get a hold of this bar.”

“Very good. Now that wasn’t so difficult, now was it.”

“No, not with your help.”

“Exactly. With my help. Now I’m going to pull one foot free at a time.”

Once both feet are free, Zev drops down to the ground where he can stand on both feet. I swing down and drop next to him.

“Okay Little Zevy. Take my hand and I’ll take you over where I can clean you up.”

He doesn’t want to but he takes my hand and we start the walk over to the hose. I give his butt a slap with my hand.

“I can’t believe you peed all over yourself like this.”

“It was because you tickled me.”

I smack his ass again.

“Don’t be blaming me, that you can’t hold your pee.”

Of course the women are eating this show up. They take photo after photo of me smacking Zev’s ass.

“Okay now. I want Little Zevy to stand right here, so I can hose him off and wash him clean.”

I turn on the hose and begin spraying him. He now feels just how cold this water is. I rub him up and down, to wash the pee off. I wash his penis extra good causing him to bone up. Then I go back to washing his other parts until he goes soft again. Then I wash his penis some more and of course he bones up again. I do this four times before he breaks free and grabs the hose and washes me all over causing my own penis to bone up.

“You boys continue what you’re doing, I just want to announce we are now in Level Four.”

Once I have a full boner, I grab the hose back and wash on Zev some more causing him to bone up yet again. Zev grabs the hose, but this time he throws it off to the side and tackles me to the ground where he makes me bone up yet again, but this time I give him a boner at the same time. As we both lie on the ground, now on our backs with full boners pointing up at our belly buttons the women crowd around to take photos.

It’s only until now that I come to me senses and realize I’m lying on the ground with a full on boner and people are photographing it. I can feel my face go red hot. Zev looks over and sees me blushing and starts laughing. All I can feel is the humiliation of what I’ve done and how I’m exposed to other people with the most intimate of conditions a teenaged boy can have. My boner is on full display. I want to crawl into a hole and bury myself in it, yet again. It’s a wonder Madam Deville’s lawn isn’t full of holes that got dug by boys trying to hide.

“Boys can you keep those erections going for a little while longer, so the ladies can get all the photo’s they want?”

I can’t say anything. My mouth has gone dry.

“Sure! We can do that.”

I hear Zev speak for the both of us and then I feel his hand on my boner. He gives it a couple of strokes. I understand he’s just making sure it stays hard, but he’s touching me in front of people. He must realize I’m in shock at my new reality, because he takes hold of my hand and brings it over to his own boner and wraps my fingers around it. I just look at him not believing what he wants me to do. He only shakes his head to give me encouragement and to my own disbelief, I start stoking his boner on my own. I can feel him actually getting excited. Then he removes my hand from his now full raging boner. He whispers to me.

“This is only Level Four. No going further, okay?

I still can’t speak. My mouth is as dry as a desert. I only nod at him as we both lie on the ground letting the ladies have their fun photographing us. After who knows how long, because I have lost all track of time, Madam Deville speaks up.

“Boys you did a wonder job with Level Three and Four. Ladies why don’t we give the boys another rest break, before moving on.”

Everyone walks away leaving Zev and I lying on the grass, totally naked with boners on display.

“You can relax now Caleb. We’re alone. I’m so proud of you, moving right into Level Four like that. I bet no one but me saw how scared you got once you realized what you were doing.”

“I.” “I.”

“That’s okay buddy. You don’t have to talk. Just lie there and relax.”

“My mouth is so dry.”

“You stay here. I’ll go over and get us something to drink.”

Zev jumps up, and walks to the tables to find us drinks. His pecker is now soft again. Even mine has shrunk back to it’s normal small self. I sit up and look around. The hose is still running, so I get up and go turn it off. By that time, Zev is back with two juice bottles.

“Orange or apple?”

“Apple, please.”

We both sit back down on the grass and drink our juices.

“Zev. I can’t believe I did that. I jerked your dick and let you jerk mine in front of people. They took photos of me jerking you.”

“Of course. That’s what being a model boy is all about. Letting people live their fantasies through us.”

“But I’m not. I’m not a model boy.”

“Caleb. Trust me. You’re a model boy. You’re as much a real model boy as I am.”

“But. But. But.”

“No buts, Caleb. This shoot proves it. Yes, you modeled in the other shoot you did, but today, you’re proving that you really are a model boy. Just one more step.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just one more step and you’ll be as much a model boy as I am.”

“But you said I already am.”

“You are, and going to Level Five puts you and me as equals. Because I never go beyond Level Five.”

“But isn’t Level Five sex?”

“Yes, but not real sex. Just the sex we did up in your room.”

“In front of everyone? With everyone watching. With photos and videos.”

Then I remembered dad is here.

“With my dad watching!”

“Yes. But just forget about them. Only look at me and no one else. Do what I do and forget everyone else is even here.”

“But they are. They are here.”

“It’ll be okay. Just watch me.”

“Zev. They’ll see. They’ll see EVERYTHING!”

“That’s true. But it won’t matter because you and me will have so much fun pleasuring each other. Remember what it felt like?”

“Ya.”

“Well this will be so much better. I’m thinking we sixty-nine.”

“What’s that?”

“We lay facing each other but head to feet. We start by giving each other a boner and then we jerk each other off and then we lick each other clean. By then we will be head to penis, so we suck each other’s penis. We can do that for however long you want. We can just do it long enough for photos or we can do it until we get another orgasm. But then we stop and that will be the end of the photo shoot and you and I will be Level Five Model Boy Brothers.”

“I don’t know Zev. I’m embarrassed enough by what we’ve already done. Sven is right over there videoing us. There is a video of me like this. Stark ass naked and I played with your penis on video. I just don’t know if I can do more. Not even for the extra money. I don’t know if it’s in me to go through that much more humiliation.”

“Okay. First off. Forget about the money. We’ve already made a ton of money. I understand how you’re feeling. Well. Not really, because I’ve never felt like that. But I accept that you’re feeling uncomfortable with all of this. All I ask is that you take some time to think about it. I think you’ll enjoy it, even if it does humiliate you, but what I think doesn’t matter. It’s what you think. So consider it and we’ll just take a longer break to give you some time, okay?”

“Okay.”

We watch as Madam Deville approaches us. Sven also moves in closer, so he not only gets the video but listens to the conversation as well. Sven is very good at protecting his model boys to make sure they are not pressured into doing things they don’t want to do. Knowing me the way he does, and just witnessing my going to Level Four, I’m sure he’s concerned about pressure for me to do Level Five.

“Boys. I’m really impressed about how you moved flawlessly from Level Three to Level Four. I’m actually surprised that Caleb embraced it like he did, but I could tell by the end he was having second thoughts.”

“Yes, Madam DeVille, Caleb was in shock by the end of that session.”

“So, my question is simple. Are you boys stopping the shoot now, or are you willing to go to Level Five.”

“I’ve been talking to Caleb about that very question. I explained to him a guideline that should make you and your guests happy and also help him get through it with the least amount of discomfort. The thing is. He needs some time to consider it. I’m pretty sure if he had to decide this very minute, he would say for us to stop, but I’m also fairly optimistic that if he’s given some time to get comfortable with the idea of doing a Level Five, he would agree to it.”

“Caleb. Is that an option? If I give you some more time, is there a chance that you might be willing to continue?”

“Yes ma’am. I’m sort of leaning in that direction, it’s just the embarrassment of doing it in front of people that scares me.”

“I understand. Being your first time, I can see how this is a big step for you. So, if I were to give you boys an extended break to come and have a snack to replenish your energy, would that give you time to make a decision?”

“Yes. Ma’am. That will be enough time.”

“Okay then. Follow me.”

Zev and I follow Madam Deville back to her guests.

“Ladies. The boys are going to take a small snack break to replenish their energies. Caleb is feeling a little uncomfortable, because of his young age and this being his first shoot, so I think it best that we leave the boys to themselves while they eat something. That means no photos.”

The ladies all agree and move off, so Zev and I can find something to eat and I can calm down. The thing is, Zev doesn’t mention the shoot at all. All we talk about is this food item or that one. I choose summer sausage, cheese and crackers with a Dr. Pepper to drink. Of course my mind is working a mile a minute. First I think about being totally naked doing things like Zev and I did up in my room and them being able to watch it all. Then I think about how much I like Zev and how much I would like doing this with him. Zev makes me feel so special. But then the embarrassing things about doing this come back into focus. I weigh these two conflicting feelings back and forth. Pleasure versus humiliation. Embarrassment versus ecstacy. Fun versus fear. I take my last bite of sausage and cheese between two crackers.

“Zev. I’ve made my decision. Let’s go tell Madam Deville.”

Zev doesn’t even ask what my decision is, he just follows me over to her. In front of all these ladies I give her my answer. My choice. My decision.

“Madam Deville. Ladies. As you all know this is my first shoot of this kind and it’s been overwhelming at times. Just now I needed some time to calm myself. I wish to thank all of you for being so patient with me. I have decided that because you have been so nice to me, that I want to continue and show you what Zev and I have worked out for our Level Five show. We both hope you enjoy it.”

I can visually see the shock in Madam Deville’s face and the surprise in Zev’s face. I honestly believe both of them thought that I would call it quits. Once Madam Deville regains her composure, she speaks.

“If everyone will follow me, Zev and Caleb have a special show to put on for us.”

Madam Deville walks us around a huge line of bushes to a secluded area. In the middle of this area is a picnic table with what looks like a thin white mattress on it. All around the table and throughout the area are nude statues of boys ranging in age from about six years old to about eighteen years old. Some of the boy statues have flaccid penises and others have full on boners. It’s very stimulating looking at them and I instantly pop a boner. When I look over at Zev, he also has a boner. I wonder if that is why Madam Deville put those statues around this area.

Zev takes my hand and guides me over to the picnic table where we climb up on it in the sixty-nine position he told me about. Then to my surprise, only because it isn’t something he talked to me about, he starts sucking my toes. Now that gets my attention off the ladies shooting photos, to these new sensations that he is making me feel. I can feel a strange sensation happening in my lower gut and around my balls. How can sucking a guys toes cause that feeling? I have no idea, but if Zev is going to suck my toes, I’m going to suck his toes.

“Caleb, make sure to stay on your back. Just lean into what we’re doing. The ladies need to be able to get good photos, so no moving onto your side.”

“Okay.”

So, I just lean my head over and begin sucking Zev’s toes.

Then I feel Zev’s hand move down my body until he has a hold of my boner and he begins stroking it slowly. I can’t believe this is happening to me right in front of so many people, including my dad. I’ve never even admitted I jerk off to dad and now he’s going to see me do a lot more than just that.

I slide my hand down Zev’s body and wrap my fingers around his boner and begin stroking him. I concentrate on sucking his toes and keeping time with Zev, as we stroke on each others boners. The ladies gather around closer to us as we play with each other. At first we are sliding our hands up and down each others dicks slowly, but as time passes we get faster and faster. Soon I can feel that strange feeling inside my gut growing. My body is tightening up also. Then I can feel Zev’s butt rise up off the table. Soon mine is doing the same thing. Our breathing gets heavier and louder. Then the thrusting begins. We are both thrusting our dicks as high into the air as we can. Then I can feel it. My boy juice is rising up out of my rock solid balls into my stiff dick. It’s all I can do to hold it in, as it strains harder and harder to get out. My butt cheeks tighten so hard you would think I needed to take a dump. My toes are starting to curl and my legs are beginning to cramp. I just can’t hold it back any longer. I can feel Zev straining to hold it back as long as he can also. Finally I just can’t hold it and let my dick free to squirt my juice up into the air. I can feel Zev let go also. We both buck and squirt over and over again. I guess having an audience is makes my balls produce even more boy juice than normal. I can feel it hitting my chest and belly. I have it all over me. Then it’s over. Nothing more is coming out. I rest my butt back down on the table and just lie there holding Zev’s dick, which is shrinking in my hand. Soon we’re both soft. Zev takes his hand off my dick, so the ladies can photograph it with boy juice all over it. I let go of Zev’s now soft dick and the ladies take lots of photos of his cum covered dick.

I don’t understand why, but all of a sudden, I feel a wave of guilt wash over me. Now, I don’t want to be seen naked, but this feeling of guilt has nothing to do with that. I have no idea why I feel this way. While I was high on exultation, I didn’t care who was seeing me, but now that’s over, it’s all I can do to keep from jumping up off the table and running off to hide. I’m extremely embarrassed by what I just did in front of these ladies and worst of all, they have photos of it all. They are still taking photos of my juice covered body. I so want to cover my penis and balls. It’s like they just want out of the limelight, but can’t find a way to get out from under the spotlight.

Then I feel Zev scoot down towards me. I know that’s my cue to start scooting towards him. We inchworm our way towards each others heads. By the time we are face to face our feet are hanging out over the end of the table. Zev props himself up on his elbows and I do the same and then he kisses me. He kisses me right on the lips. This wasn’t in the plans either. I’ve never kissed a boy before. Heck, I haven’t ever kissed a girl on the lips. I kiss mom on the cheek, but not on the lips. Zev is kissing me on the lips. I try to kiss him back, but I honestly don’t know how to kiss properly. I feel his mouth open slightly and his tongue is pressing against my lips. I don’t know what to do. I open my lips slightly and in comes his tongue. Zev’s tongue is in my mouth. I can hear the cameras clicking like mad. We continue kissing like this for a few minutes and then Zev breaks away and starts scooting back the other direction. I scoot back some too and then we follow the plan. He bends over me and licks my chest as I do the same to his chest. We are cleaning each other up with our tongues. We lick and slurp and lick some more. Scooting down towards each others dicks, as we lick and slurp. We get to each others belly buttons and do a lot of licking to get all of that boy juice out of them. We scoot down some more and now I’m licking that stuff out of Zev’s red hairs. It’s trying to stick to each hair, so I have to suck on his hairs to get it all out. Zev only has to lick me clean because I still don’t have any hairs and my boy juice is still clear. I do think it might be getting thicker though. I for sure look like a ten year old.

Then Zev takes my soft two-and-a-half-inch dick into his mouth and begins cleaning it. Of course, I can’t take Zev’s five-and-a-half-inch soft wiener all the way in my mouth, so I lick it clean at the base and just slurp his penis head in my mouth to clean it. We suck on each other for awhile, so the ladies can get their photos and then we spit each others dick out of our mouths and lay back to rest.

Madam DeVille returns.

“That was a marvelous Level Five boys. Thank you so much, especially you Caleb. I realize how new all this is for you, and you showed everyone just how great a model you’re going to be when you get into your teens.”

“Ladies, the boys will be getting dressed and leaving soon, so if you want to get any photos posing with them, now is the time.”

Sure enough every lady had to have a photo with each of us separately and one with both of us together. They usually stand in the middle between us, while someone else takes the photos for them.

Sven finally comes to our rescue and leads us away from the party. Neither of us dresses but gets in the van still naked. The windows in the back are tinted, so no one is going to be seeing us and since I’ve been naked for so long, why get dressed now. I do think I should get dressed when we get close to home, but heck, its not worth it now, so when we pull into our driveway and open the van door, I step out stark naked. To my surprise the girl next door who’s my age is outside talking to one of her friends, who’s also my age and both of them go to my school. They both look at me and wave and of course stare at my nakedness.

“Hi Caleb. Could you come over here for a second?”

Karen my neighbor, wants me to come over there. Sure they want a closer look. I try to think of a way to say no without being rude, but I can’t find any way.

“Sure. Coming.”

I walk over to them and they continue to stare. Finally, Karen’s friend Winnie asks me a stupid question.

“Do you know you’re naked?”

“Ya. I was just going to dash from the van to the house, so there was no need to get dressed, but you called me over.”

Karen looks at Winnie and then says another stupid thing.

“Oh we didn’t know. Sorry. Good to see you though. All of you.”

“You’re welcome. I better get in the house, before someone calls the cops.”

“You don’t have to go in on our account. You look good in your birthday suit. Anytime you want to wear it over at my house, come right on over.”

“Thanks Karen. I’ll remember that. I gotta go bye.”

I know they were just keeping me talking to keep me there so they could stare at my boy parts, but it felt sort of exciting standing there naked and letting them get their fill. Maybe this modeling thing is helping me be less shy about people seeing my skin. Or maybe my brain is just overloaded from today’s events, and I’m desensitized right now, but will be right back to my normal self once I get rested up.

I say goodbye to Zev and the others as they pull away and I go inside the house where mom is standing there staring at my nakedness.

“Guys I’ve cooked something special for you. Go sit down in the lounge and you can tell me all about the shoot while you enjoy your treat.”

Basically what mom did was block my exit strategy to go upstairs, take a shower and get dressed. Instead she just herded me and dad into the lounge for a long chat, with me still naked. I have to admit, mom doesn’t get to see me naked much, so I guess she’s going to take advantage of this moment as best she can. Since I’m on brain overloaded, I go along with it and just sit on the sofa and let her look at my nakedness as much as she wants.

The strange thing is, that when I finally finish telling her all about the shoot, she manages to make me admit that I’m tired and tells me she will give her baby a bath, so I don’t have to further exert myself any more than I already have. Okay, you all know how I feel about showing skin and then multiply that by ten, and you’ll know how humiliating it is having my mom give me a bath. Now, there’s no way I’m going into detail about that. Just use your imagination and make it as embarrassing and humiliating as you can, and you’ll have a small idea of what I feel, having my own mother give me a bath when I’m fourteen-years-old. Bedtime doesn’t arrive any too early for me. I crawl into bed and sleep like a baby. An exhausted baby. The only thing I can remember before my eyes close, is promising myself, never, ever again. I’m not modeling for anyone ever again.

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