Chapter 1

The sleek, powder-blue, high-performance sports car roared into the forecourt of the Hilltown Hotel and came to a halt. At the wheel, Damon savored the moment when the two admirers gazed at the shiny machine as they exited the hotel. Damon smiled at the appreciative couple, and, before opening the car door, he turned to Matthew, his young companion sitting beside him in the passenger seat. "Is that your school recruit?"

"Yeah, that's him," Matthew confirmed.

"OK," Damon said, unbuckling his seat belt, "Let's go say hello."

Damon and Matthew both got out of the car. Matthew, wearing his school uniform, made straight towards Nicholas, his school acquaintance, who was dressed in an open-necked casual top and jeans.

Damon extended his arm to shake the hand of the man accompanying Nicholas. "Kyle!" exclaimed Damon. "It's you!"

"Well, if it isn't Damon!" Kyle replied. "Haven't seen you since college days! Life is obviously treating you well, judging by the car you're driving and those designer clothes!"

"Yep," Damon replied, "I've done pretty well for myself… and from the look of you, Kyle, you haven't done so bad yourself!"

Kyle smiled at his old college friend. "I have my own recruitment business. So it piqued my interest when Nicholas told me he had been approached by someone he knew at school, telling him about an opportunity to earn a serious amount of cash as a photographic model. I wondered what kind of set up would encourage a ten-year old boy to model. I decided to accompany my little sweetie to this meeting to find out more. Now I know you're behind it, Damon, I'm even more intrigued."

"I'm sure you can remember, Kyle, that I had an interest in photography at college," Damon replied, "And I soon became pretty damn good at it, if I say so myself."

Damon continued, "So much so that I came to the attention of a model agency that liked my work, especially the images I took of my classmates at the time. They told me I had a natural flair for making my subjects feel and look at ease. I had a talent for persuading my models to have the confidence to pose in various states of undress."

Damon explained further, "I came to the conclusion that if I did have this talent, then I could go it alone and work for myself. I could keep the copyright to my work, rather than sign it over to an agency. I recruited pals from college as models, and they, in turn, introduced me to their younger friends, who were eager to earn some pocket money. I now specialize in photographing preteens for a specialist clientele, who pay me handsomely. I am always on the look out for new models."

Damon looked over to the two boys, engaged in their own conversation, and continued, "Matthew, here, has been a model of mine for about three years, going under the professional name of 'Matty'."

He's now thirteen and a half and rapidly nearing the end of his modelling days with me. I really like him a lot and decided to keep him on as a talent scout. He's proved his worth by introducing me to a talented blonde boy to whom I have given the professional name of 'Dustin'. If your boy Nicholas checks out, you and he can meet Dustin sometime."

Kyle listened intently. Since those college days, Kyle had always been aware of Damon's talent. Damon's photographic work had appeared in the college magazine. Kyle asked Damon, "This model agency of yours. What's it called? I may have heard of it."

Damon replied, "Etoile Nouveau. Ever come across it?"

"Indeed I have!" Kyle grinned. "Just between you and me, I am one of your online customers, and Dustin is one of my favorites. And so is 'Matty'. It's fantastic to meet him 'in the flesh'!"

Nicholas, meanwhile, was gazing wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the gleaming sports car. "Wow!" he exclaimed. "This is awesome!"

Matthew gave a sly smile to himself, knowing that he was reeling Nicholas in, like a fish on a hook. "Yeah," said Matthew, "Damon knows how to live. If you like the car, wait until you see Damon's house… AND his studio."

Matthew added, "There's computer games you can play on a huge screen, candy machines, remote-control toys and drones, oh, and a jacuzzi!"

Matthew then leaned forward on the hood of the car, his arms and legs splayed, with his bottom raised skywards.

"What ARE you doing?" inquired a quizzical Nicholas. "Practicing my poses for my next photo shoot with Damon, once he's finished talking with your dad," Matthew replied.

"Well, that's a funny pose!" Nicholas said with a giggle.

"Well, we have funny clients," Matthew retorted.

"Why are you still in your school uniform?" Nicholas asked of his new friend.

"Our customers have requested it," explained Matthew. "It's what we call a 'custom' set of pictures. If your dad and Damon agree to you being a model, and your camera test goes well, you'll learn all about those. It's those sets that bring in the money."

"Let me introduce you to Matthew… and you can introduce me to Nicholas," Damon said to Kyle. "But before we exchange pleasantries with the boys, I'd like to ask you something."

After a slight pause to confirm he had got Kyle's attention, Damon continued, "What level of customer are you on the Etoile Nouveau website. Bronze, Silver, Gold or Platinum VIP?"

Kyle's face beamed as he broke into a broad smile, accentuating his dazzling, perfect white teeth. Kyle's thirty-year old frame oozed fitness and his whole demeanor advertised his confidence and his success. That also translated in to the clothes he wore: a white, designer, fitted shirt that emphasized the contours of his torso, and black slacks with a silver-buckled black Italian leather belt to match, that bore a discreet designer logo. Casual black Italian leather shoes completed the ensemble.

"Do you really have to ask?" Kyle, still brightly smiling, said as he placed a hand on Damon's shoulder. Looking Damon straight in his eyes, Kyle continued, "Platinum VIP. I can afford it."

"Good," Damon replied. "Do you think Nicholas has the ability to become one of my Platinum VIP boys?"

"I've been working on that," Kyle said with an even broader grin. "Nicholas is a gentle, loving boy. He adores me and I adore him. We give each other cuddles and hugs. We're both very tactile with each other. You must have seen us as we walked from the hotel. Nicholas with his arm around my waist and me with my arm draped around his shoulder, both of us close together. Nicholas likes to sit close to me and I touch and stroke his leg and knee. He likes being kissed on his head. His brown hair is soft and fine and smells great. When we walk along, he likes me to pat his bottom, and he lets my hand linger on his sweet little butt. All of this while he is clothed, of course!"

Damon had another question, "Nicholas told Matty that you're not his father. What about his parents?"

Kyle responded, "Divorced. When Nicholas was five. His father is on a long-term contract in the Middle East. Something to do with oil, and he has since re-married. He doesn't have any contact with Nicholas. He is settled with a new family. As for Nicholas's mother, well… that's where I come in. We met on an online dating service. She was upfront about having a, then, eight year-old son. I didn't mind a bit. Both Carla, that's her name, and Nicholas, hit it off with me from the very beginning. We're not married, but we get along just fine. Carla has her own online clothing store, set up with money she received from the divorce settlement. Although she works from home, she has a warehouse which houses her stock of apparel. She and an employee make frequent visits there to pack and send out the orders. Carla designs and makes all the items of clothing herself, mainly for women, but has recently branched out to men's fashion. Always chooses top quality material. She has her own brand and logo: 'Carla'. You can see it on my belt buckle."

Damon probed further, "I take it you have 'quality time' with Nicholas. For example… just from the top of my head… um… going out together? Bath times? Bedtimes?"

Kyle nodded. "That's why I know he'd be perfect as a Platinum VIP boy. But I have to add," Kyle emphasized, "that nothing 'intimate' has taken place with him and me. But from the signals and looks I get from him, I'm one hundred percent certain that he's ready. He's proud of his little body, and so he should be! When Nicholas told me about his meeting with Matthew and 'a guy from a model agency', I said I'd go with him and I made the suggestion we meet at the Hilltown. I could treat Nicholas to a superb lunch in the hotel restaurant before we met. Believe me, when I saw you and learnt that your agency was Etoile Nouveau, I knew everything would be ok!" Damon flashed a smile back and winked at Kyle. "C'mon. Let's get acquainted with the boys!"

Nicholas was giggling while watching Matthew, or 'Matty', still 'practicing' his poses at the front of the car. Matthew was going all out to entertain his new friend and prospective 'model', by turning his head towards Nicholas as if he were an imaginary camera, pulling a silly pouting expression on his face. Matthew then adopted a 'bending over' pose, with his hands on the hood of the car, his legs apart and his backside once again in the air.

"Matty!," Damon called out. "I'd like you to meet Kyle. He's a Platinum VIP fan of yours."

Matty slid off the car and knowingly addressed Kyle. "That's cool. You have taste!"

"And Nicholas, I'd like you to meet Damon," Kyle said as he put his arm around Nicholas's shoulder.

"Hi," said Nicholas, as the boy observed Damon. With a cheeky smile on his face, Damon stood in front of Nicholas. Nicholas noted that Damon's hair was fair, fine and curly, and that he was going ever so slightly, prematurely bald. He had a kind face with a twinkle in his eye, just like Nicholas's unofficial dad, Kyle. Also, like Kyle, Damon was similar in height and build. About six foot [1.80 m], and bodily toned. Damon wore a green casual top, blue jeans and loafers. Nicholas liked Damon straight away. Nicholas stretched his body as much as he could to try and look tall against these two men, but the top of his head only just reached the middle of their chests!

"I've got an idea," Damon twinkled, looking at Nicholas. "If it's ok with Kyle, why don't I take you both to my studio? It's all set up ready for Matty's next photoshoot session, and Matty is already dressed for his 'schoolboy' set. You and Kyle can observe how a photo session is produced and what is expected of you. The studio isn't far from here."

Damon turned his head to Kyle. "I can't take you in my car, as it's a two-seater. I'm assuming, Kyle, you have your own transport?"

Kyle nodded in affirmation, and the suggested something of his own. "Damon, how about giving Nicholas a ride to the studio in your car, and I'll bring Matty along in mine?"

Nicholas's face lit up. "Wow! Can I? Can I?" Nicholas started jumping up and down with excitement at the thought of going for a thrilling ride in Damon's car. He remembered the sheer noise and throbbing the car made when it first arrived. Damon gave that cheeky grin to Kyle, then Nicholas, and said, with a pause for dramatic effect, just like they do on cheesy TV game shows, "Sure."

The look on Nicholas's face was sheer ecstasy, as if he'd won the top prize…

Chapter 2

Damon unlocked the car and opened the passenger door. "In you get, young man,"he said to Nicholas.

The boy gazed in awe at the vehicle's interior. So many dials! So much leather! Nicholas sank into the seriously reclining seat, his little body almost enveloped by it. It was as if the car and the seat was giving him a great… big… hug. Damon walked around to the driver's side, opened the door and slipped in.

"Let's strap you in," he said to Nicholas, as he reached past the excited boy to take hold of the safety belt. Damon took this opportunity to place his free hand on Nicholas's upper leg, to 'steady' himself while reaching for the belt. "Oops!" Damon said.

Nicholas didn't seem to mind. His thoughts were still occupied by the magic interior of the car. Damon clicked the seat belt into place and took his opportunity to brush his hand close to Nicholas's groin. "There! All strapped in. Ready?"

Damon looked at the awestruck boy, sitting beside him; Nicholas's face a picture of wonderment and wide-eyed innocence. Damon then pressed the start button and the blue machine growled into life. At the same moment, the dashboard lit up. All those dials and digital displays illuminated Nicholas's face. It was hard for Damon to determine which was glowing more brightly… the dashboard, or Nicholas. If he gets any more excited, he's going to cream his pants, Damon thought to himself. The car kicked into gear and accelerated away at speed. "Wooooaaaahhh!"

"Aaaawwwssoomme!" and other high-pitched noises emanated from Nicholas's mouth as the car raced along the highway.

At the same time, Kyle was leading Matty towards his car, parked at the back of the hotel. As they walked, they talked. Kyle first, "Matty, you're going to guide me to Damon's Etoile Nouveau studio. Damon said it isn't that far. Is that right?"

"That's right," confirmed Matty. "It's a place just outside the city, called South Jackson."

Kyle again, "You wear that school uniform well, Matty. This photoshoot of yours, is it for Platinum VIP customers?"

"Yeah," Matty said, matter-of-factly.

Kyle pressed further, "I'm a little concerned that it might be too early for Nicholas to witness what that involves. It might freak him out, and I don't want that to happen."

"Don't worry," Matty said, reassuringly. "Damon has thought of that. Nicholas will only be present while the 'mild' session takes place. The rest of the session will continue after you both leave."

"Oh," Kyle remarked. After a short hesitation, Kyle continued, "Do you think Nicholas will pass the screen, or camera, test and that Damon will recruit him as an Etoile Nouveau model?"

"He's sure to," Matty replied, "I can tell Damon's smitten."

A sly smile graced both of their faces as they approached Kyle's car. "Hop in, Matty. Let's get going."

Simultaneously, in both cars, on both journeys, the same activity was taking place: Observation. Kyle couldn't believe he was transporting one of his online fantasies to his next photoshoot. Etoile Nouveau Matty. From the photographs and videos Kyle had purchased from the darknet website, he expected the real, in-the-flesh Matty to be much bigger than the boy sitting alongside him actually was. I guess that's the way it seems, when you're ogling the images up in front of you on a massive HD television screen, Kyle ruminated to himself.

The boy passenger looked younger than his thirteen-plus years, but his facial expressions, deep-brown eyes and general demeanor suggested otherwise. Matty's black hair, Kyle thought, was similar in color and style to his own: short-ish at the back, but with a fashionable flop or two over his forehead. Although Kyle had seen what Matty had to offer many times before, in the many sets and 'vids' he had obtained, he found the thought of watching Matty being slowly divested of his uniform, right before his eyes in the studio, an exciting prospect. Kyle's one disappointment was that he would not be present at the second stage: the 'accompanying video', to watch Matty and an anonymous man perform various acts.

Kyle turned his thoughts to another prospect: would he get to meet and watch his other favorite, Dustin? What would Nicholas think of Matty's photoshoot, particularly when Matty begins to remove his uniform? How much information had Matty told Nicholas about what would be expected of him? When Nicholas had revealed to Kyle about the meeting with Matty and the 'guy from from a model agency', Nicholas had remained coy about the details…

Damon, meanwhile, was drinking in the vision, when he could whilst driving, of the boy practically lying by his side. Petite. Not chubby. No 'puppy fat'. Lean, but not skinny. His soft, brown hair, full on top, with long strands at the back, reaching the nape of his smooth, delicate neck. Brilliant blue eyes that flashed. Astounding. The open-necked casual top offered a glimpse of a smooth chest. The jeans were low-slung on Nicholas's slim hips. The belt emphasized this, and the belt buckle bore the legend: 'Carla'. In the almost horizontal seat, his jeans were having the effect of tightening up around the groin area. Nicholas may be small, but the bulge in his jeans suggested he made up for it in other ways. Nicholas wore black boots with two straps on each, also bearing a discreet 'Carla' motif.

Damon began to imagine how this boy would look naked. Damon began fantasizing about opening up his butt cheeks for the first time, revealing what he hoped would be an unblemished pink hole. Damon's mind raced as he envisaged his cock plunging into that pink hole. Fuck! he thought to himself. Concentrate on the driving, or none of this might happen!

"Almost there," Damon said to Nicholas. Nicholas was still beaming and he flashed a smile and looked at Damon with those incredible, sparkling blue eyes. Damon could hardly contain his excitement and nearly missed the highway turn-off sign for South Jackson. Damon quickly composed himself as he drove towards the studio…

Chapter 3

Damon guided the car into a tree-lined drive, past a large sign that read, "PRIVATE ROAD. NO UNAUTHORIZED VEHICLES ALLOWED BEYOND POINT."

After a quarter of a mile [400 m], and after a curve in the road to the right, the car stopped at a set of imposing metal gates. Damon pressed a button on the dash of the car, and the gates began to slowly open. Once past the gates, Damon drove cautiously on what was now gravel, around another bend to the right. The vista opened up to reveal a large, country house. Palladian columns adorned the entrance. Just visible to the back of the house, Nicholas noticed what seemed to be a modern concrete and glass-structured addition.

"What's that?" Nicholas enquired, pointing to the crystal edifice.

"That," said Damon enigmatically, "Is where the magic happens!"

Damon slid out of the car and walked around to the passenger side and opened the door. Damon leaned in, taking time to feast his eyes on the gorgeous boy's body, reclining in an almost horizontal position, being caressed by the sports car's seat. Damon unbuckled the seat belt, making sure he again had one hand on Nicholas's thigh as he did so. Nicholas appeared not to react. Instead, Nicholas's thoughts seemed more occupied in soaking up his surroundings. Damon took hold of Nicholas's arm and helped him out of the car. Nicholas gazed in awe at the front of the house. Damon gazed in awe at the view he had of Nicholas from behind. No wonder Kyle likes to put his hand on that butt, he thought. Those jeans really emphasize what's inside them!

Damon led Nicholas into the reception area of the house. They both stood in a large space; black and white tiles on the floor, a large, ornate staircase in the middle, and an immense, intricate chandelier, suspended from a glass dome at the top, which let in natural light. The sound of a buzzer broke the silence. Damon sprinted over to a console on the wall by the entrance. He pressed a button and an image flickered onto a small screen.

"It's us," the image said. It was Matty, peering out of the window of Kyle's silver German-manufactured car. Damon pressed another button to open the gates on the drive for them.

Damon turned, smiling, back to Nicholas, "Your dad is here."

Nicholas ran to the open entrance door with a hop and a skip, and then a jump, down the three outer steps to the gravel path. He could hear the approaching car by the noise it made moving over the gravel. The car appeared from around a corner and Nicholas started waving at Kyle. Kyle parked the car behind Damon's. Nicholas rushed to greet his dad and poked his head through the car's open window.

"Dad! Dad!," yelled an excited little boy. "This place is a-ma-zing!"

"Alright, little man," Kyle said with a laugh, "Can I be allowed to get out of the car first? Then you can tell me all about it."

Matty appeared from the other side of the car. Nicholas stepped back to let Kyle out and asked Matty, "Is this where you live?"

"No," Matty replied. Damon emerged from the house and greeted his guests. "Come on in. I'll give you all a tour."

Nicholas stayed close at Kyle's side, with his arm around Kyle's waist. Kyle patted Nicholas on his behind and let his hand linger there, while the quartet moved into the house.

"Can I get any of you a drink?" enquired Damon. "I'm going to fix myself a bourbon. What's your poison, Kyle?"

"That sounds fine, thanks," Kyle replied. "And for you, Nicholas. Can I tempt you with a bourbon? Cognac? Gin?" Damon said cheekily.

"Yuk, no!" replied a giggling Nicholas. "Do you have cola?"

"Sure do, pardner," Damon said, adopting a cowboy drawl and stance.

Nicholas burst into another fit of giggles.

"Ice?" Damon asked, looking at Nicholas, then Kyle.

"Yes, please," Nicholas replied.

Kyle nodded.

"I already know what Matty will have," Damon said, with a smirk on his face.

Kyle remarked, "Matty is a good navigator. Guided me from the hotel directly to here."

"Oh, yes," Damon confirmed, "He's very good at a lot of things."

Damon then led his guests into a room off from the main hall.

The room was full of objets d'art and antique furniture, which came as a surprise to Kyle, considering, one: the high-tech car Damon owned; two: The high-tech equipment he must use in his work, and three: Damon was two years younger than Kyle, making him twenty-eight. It seemed incongruous that Damon had amassed all this, let alone appreciate it. Kyle thought it best no to pre-judge and went with the moment.

Drinks were prepared and served by Damon, who then said, "Right. Shall we commence the tour? Bring your drinks with you."

Matty gulped down his vodka and orange, placed the empty glass on the tray on top of the drinks cabinet and followed the others back into the main hall.

To Kyle's surprise, Damon led them all out, past other rooms on the ground floor – every door closed – into the grounds at the rear of the house. At the other end of the well-manicured lawn and garden, stood the concrete and glass, two-storey construction that Nicholas had caught a glimpse of earlier. As the merry band reached the entrance, Damon opened the glass door and said, "And this…"

Nicholas interrupted, "Is where the magic happens!" sporting a big grin on his face.

"Indeed!" Damon confirmed, giving Nicholas one of his twinkly-eyed, cheeky smiles.

Directly inside, Kyle could see several mobile racks of brightly-colored children's size clothes. On the wall opposite, there were shelves, groaning with toys and, Kyle noticed, several garishly-colored boxed items, bearing the legend, "My Little Dildo."

Chapter 4

Leading them past the racks of clothes and 'toys', Damon opened an inner door to reveal a large room bathed in sunlight. Mounted on the nearest wall was a massive television screen. Below it, on an elongated desk, sat computer gadgets, consoles, gaming equipment, two drones and several bowls, full to overflowing, each containing a variety of brightly-colored candies: M&M's, jelly beans and chocolate bars. In the corner, a glass-fronted refrigerator displayed its contents: bottles of soda pop and tubs of different flavored ice-creams, and a few bottles each of white wine and beer. In front of all this, facing towards the far wall, were two tan-colored, five-seater leather sofas, and two large glass tables immediately in front of those. At the far end of the room, there were lights, cameras, and, Kyle hoped, some action. A white screen hung from clips on a large stand. The screen trailed to the floor and spread across it by about eight feet. Positioned on the screen was a solitary, four-legged stool. Surrounding the screen and stool, was a vast array of cameras, all on tripods, arranged in a semi-circle, all with their lenses pointing towards that one piece of furniture. These cameras were set up alternately at approximately knee-height and waist height.

Looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows to the left, a patio led, sure enough, as Matty had told Nicholas, to an open-air jacuzzi. A few steps down on to a small patch of lawn, a set of children's swings and a climbing frame was visible, and what, on first glance, appeared to be a garden ornament, but on further scrutiny, looked unerringly like medieval stocks!

Kyle surveyed the scene as Matty made his way towards the screen and the stool. Damon fussed about, checking the cameras, checking an image on a laptop, and switching on the free-standing lights, one by one. He then pressed a button on a remote, which slowly brought down a window screen, obscuring the view of the outside patio area. Kyle took a sip of his bourbon, set it down on the glass table and sat down on one of the sofas. He beckoned with his hand for Nicholas to join him. Nicholas bounced on to the sofa next to Kyle and cuddled up close. Kyle wrapped his arm around the boy and kissed his head.

"OK, I think we're ready," Damon announced. Damon picked up a camera from a selection he had, lined up as they were, on another table to the right of the studio. Addressing his seated guests, Damon explained, "Matty is just positioning himself for his first pose. I'm checking that the scene is working for me, by looking at the laptop and through my camera lens. Light seems fine… " he trailed off. "O… K… ," he said again, slowly, then, "Yep, that's good… OK, let's do this."

Matty held his pose as Damon's camera clicked continuously. Matty sat on the stool with one foot on the floor, the other raised, resting on a rung on the stool. Matty looked directly at Damon's camera lens. Matty changed position and expressions several times; standing up, leaning over the stool frontwards, sideways, and sitting on the floor, caressing his 'prop'.

"That's great," Damon encouraged. "You're working well today. The camera is loving you."

Damon gave Matty some instruction, "OK, slip your school jacket off of one shoulder, lower your head towards that shoulder and look up at the camera."

Matty did what Damon required.

"Oh, that's really good," Damon gushed. "OK, Matty, slip your jacket off both shoulders and hold it halfway down your arms. Put your arms behind you."

Again, Matty obeyed.

"Jacket off, now. Loosen that tie."

Damon danced around the scene in front of him, sometimes kneeling, sometimes legs straddled, looking for the perfect shots, his camera constantly clicking.

"Keep your tie in place. Just unbutton your shirt, down to your navel… good! Oh, that's great, Matty!"

Damon became more animated, taking shots from different angles. "OK… can you slip off your shirt, but keep the tie on?" Damon requested.

Matty did just that. Matty stood there in various poses, his topless frame illuminated by the studio lights. Kyle looked on, wishing he could get up and lick, and suck, on Matty's, in his opinion, perfect nipples. Kyle quickly looked at Nicholas for his reaction to all this. Nicholas just nuzzled his body closer to Kyle's, took a sip of his cola and watched silently as Damon issued his next instruction, "OK… undo the top of your pants and slip the zipper down a little bit. Show me what you've got underneath."

Matty did as he was told. Before long, Matty's pants were down to his ankles, his white underwear on full show. Matty struck a pose leaning forward, looking directly at the camera, his hand to his mouth, with one finger to his lips, as if to say: sssshhhh!

"Oh, superb!" Damon said with delight. "OK… pants off. Bend over the stool."

More instructions from Damon, "Slip your thumb into your underwear and pull them down on one side. Let's see some hip. Turn 'round. Show a bit of your ass crack."

Kyle shifted his position in the sofa a little.

Nicholas suddenly shouted, "Matty's showing his bottom!" There was a brief silence, and then the whole room erupted into laughter.

"OK," Damon said, grinning. "That's as far as we go. Matty's set number one hundred, in the bag. What did you think, Nicholas. Could you do that, or are you too shy?" Damon gave another cheeky, twinkly smile at the young heckler.

"If it means I get lots of money," came the reply, with a rising inflection on the last word, as if asking a question.

"It wouldn't bother you, getting your top off and showing a little of your bottom?" Kyle gently asked Nicholas.

Nicholas shook his head in response, "I guess not. It's no big deal," he said, trying to sound grown up.

That was music to Damon and Kyle's ears.

"You're right. Nothing to it," Damon agreed. "Well, that's it. Your visit to the studio. Your camera test is tomorrow, Nicholas. I take it your dad will bring you?"

Nicholas looked up at Kyle with those blue, innocent eyes for approval. "Now I know where it is, of course I will. What time tomorrow?" Kyle enquired.

"Make it somewhere around four in the afternoon. Matty and I have a busy schedule for the rest of today and tonight. I will need a break tomorrow morning!" Damon explained, darting his eyes quickly at Matty.

Damon showed his guests out through the house to the gravel drive. "The gates are automatic. They will open on your way out," Damon told Kyle.

Damon walked back through the house and entered the annex. Matty, meanwhile, had put on a towel gown, covering his underwear-only clad body. "Good," you're ready to go again, I see."

After about a half hour of re-arranging the studio set up and checking the semi-circle of cameras, Damon announced, "OK, Matty. 3D video time. Let's… " He was interrupted by the sound of a buzzer. Damon walked to a console on the wall, similar to the one in the house, and pressed a button. A view screen burst into life. A middle-aged man's face appeared, framed by the open window of a car. The man barked, "Police. Open the gates. We have a search warrant."

Chapter 5

Damon hurried to the front of the house and opened the door. A black SUV had pulled up behind the blue sports car. Four doors opened and out from each emerged a middle-aged man. The first, the driver, surveyed his surroundings, looking here and there, up and down, until his gaze fixed upon Damon, standing, waiting, framed at the door of the house with its Palladian columns. The man looking at Damon was completely bald, portly, and wore an ill-fitting gray suit. The man reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. The three other men trailed behind. One had silver-white coiffured hair, big red spectacles and a big, red nose, which almost matched his choice of clothing: a maroon blazer and pants and a white shirt, that drew attention to his pot-belly. The other two were slim, both in blue jackets; one navy, one teal. The one in teal had long, wavy brown hair. The other, a short cut style and blonde. With no expression on his face, the bald man spoke.

"I have a warrant to search these premises," he waved the piece of paper and continued, "I have reason to believe you are using them for immoral purposes involving a minor."

There was a brief moment of silence, until Damon laughed out loud. "Matty's out the back, waiting."

All five men collapsed into laughter.

"You stupid bastard!" Damon said jokingly as he put his arm around the shoulders of the bald man, "Let's go have a drink, Chief Pedersen."

The four men knew their way to the same room where Kyle and Nicholas had first been entertained earlier that afternoon.

"Good to see you all again," Damon said, as he greeted them and shook them all in turn by the hand. "Chief of police, Hal Pedersen, South Jackson's finest. Celebrity chef Hugh Gorman, a vision in red," Damon joked, playfully patting Gorman's belly. Damon then addressed the blonde: Pyotr Orloff, film director extraordinaire. And last but certainly not least, your colleague, film cameraman Sam Nash."

Pleasantries over, and drinks poured, Damon ushered them out of the room, saying, "Let's go and re-acquaint you with the star of our show, the one and only Matty."

As all five walked to the back of the house, Damon asked film cameraman Sam, "How are you with drones. Are you familiar with how they work?"

"Stupid question, Damon," Sam replied. "If you want to stay on top of your game, you need to know about these things. You of all people should know that."

"Just sounding you out," Damon responded. "I'd like Matty's video to be an extra-special one."

"It will be," countered Sam.

As the men entered the annex, looking at the boxes of 'My Little Dildo's', Chief Pedersen stopped. "That reminds me," he said. "When is the Judge due back from his vacation?"

Damon told him, "Next Thursday."

"That means we have a full five days to enjoy his hospitality," Pedersen said, thinking out loud.

"Four days, Hal," Damon corrected him. "I'm busy tomorrow. Screen testing. I have a good feeling about the latest one."

"Intriguing," Hal replied.

Damon opened the glass door to the studio and three of the party took their positions on one of the leather sofas. Damon and Sam walked towards the camera equipment and Matty, waiting patiently in his towel gown, leaning against the refrigerator, where he had helped himself to a can of soda.

"Hi, Matty. Looking forward to number one hundred?" asked Sam.

"Yeah. Can't wait," Matty said in his nonchalant way.

"The drones are by the far wall," Damon said to Sam, "Choose which one you think is best."

Sam went to inspect the devices.

"Gentlemen," Damon said as he took center stage in front of the screen and cameras, facing the occupants of the sofa. "As you know, without the co-operation of Chief Pedersen, here, and Judge Rule, whose currently enjoying himself in the Philippines…"

There was a round of polite sniggering and coughing, and an interjection from Hugh, "Randy old bugger."

The studio filled with the sound of guffaws. Damon waited until he could be heard again, "So I thank you, Hal, and in absentia, the randy old Judge. Raise your glasses."

The seated men did just that, and, for comedic effect, Hugh raised his red spectacles from the bridge of his nose. "To Hal and the randy old Judge," they toasted in unison.

Damon beckoned to Matty to join him. There was a round of applause as Matty walked barefoot to stand beside his mentor. "This will be Matty's hundredth studio set. The preliminary photos have already been taken, but, for the benefit of my most special supporters and patrons, I will finish the rest of the photoshoot with you all in attendance. Sam and I will then treat you to Matty's ninth, and final, video."

There was a collective sound of sighing and shouts of "Awww" and "Shame!"

Damon continued, "Matty's modeling days will then be over. He's begun to sprout pubes, for chris'sake!" Laughter. Damon ended by saying, "But I am keeping Matty on. He's my talent scout. You all know about his success with Dustin" – approving murmurs from the audience – "And he's delivered again, by delivering to me an absolute… " Damon did another of his dramatic pauses as he looked at Hugh, ."…Confection!"

"Wonderful!" Hugh said, raising his hands and clapping them together loudly. "When do we get to taste this confection?" Hugh asked.

"All in good time," Damon replied. "And now, gentlemen, if Sam is ready…"

There came the sound of a machine whirring into life, and a drone flew close past the top of the heads of the seated trio and hovered over the screen and camera set. "On with the show."

A loud cheer permeated the air.

Chapter 6

The Etoile Nouveau website offers its customers, for payment in 'gigacoins', four levels of 'entertainment': bronze, which consists of close up portrait shots and an occasional full-body shot (clothed) of the models, designed as an entry-level 'teaser'. Silver, a set of innocuous clothed poses. Gold, promising more suggestive poses with the models in skimpy outfits; swimwear, underwear and shorts, revealing, 'accidentally-on-purpose' that the model is obviously not wearing underwear. Also thongs, and from time to time, 'tasteful' nude shots. Platinum VIP entitles the customer to exclusive photographs of the young models engaged in various nude 'activities' with either a man, whose identity is disguised, or with two models of the same age. Platinum VIP members also receive an accompanying video, which includes footage of the photoshoot and the outfits worn by the models in that set, and the removal of those clothes, either by the model or the anonymous man. The video takes the session to another level…

Damon, "To celebrate Matty's one hundredth photoshoot, and final video, I am pulling all the stops out."

"I'm going to be pulling something else out!" Hugh joked.

Damon continued, "The bank of cameras you see here are taking pictures that are, for want of a better description, stitched together, so that it gives the viewer of the finished product a 3D experience, meaning the customer is able to view the action by rotating the images to wherever they please. Any angle, except from up above. That is where the drone comes in to play. Sam will direct aerial shots, looking down from above. I will review and edit the footage, and my Platinum VIP customers will be able to pay for, and download the finished article. You, my dear friends, will each receive a complimentary copy prior to its release."

"Get on with it!" Hugh said loudly, in a jocular tone.

Damon smiled and received a round of applause, wolf-whistles and cat-calls as he began to remove his clothes. Matty walked on to the set and removed his towel gown.

"Lovely!" Hugh, the most vociferous of the group, exclaimed.

Matty lowered his underwear to the same point he had reached when Nicholas had shouted out, "Matty is showing his bottom!" Matty smiled to himself at that thought.

The drone, expertly piloted by Sam, captured quite a lot of the unfolding scene. Matty pulled his underwear down at the back and did, indeed, reveal his 'bottom'. Cheers from the audience.

It was during the break between Kyle and Nicholas's departure and the arrival of the 'dear friends' that Damon had replaced the stool prop with a white fluffy rug for Matty to perform on. Matty lowered himself slowly on to it, bending his knees and slipping his underwear further down; his knees obscuring the view of his 'jewels'. Matty was a complete, professional tease. Matty sat on the rug, pulled his underwear below his knees, past his feet, waved them triumphantly in the air, swung them around a few times and let go, aiming them at his appreciative fans. More cheers. Matty took his time, wriggling around on the rug, taking care not to reveal too much, too soon. Then, with a knowing wink, he spread open his legs, to the delight of the gathered throng. Matty's erect, cut penis was on show. Matty laid back on the rug and raised his legs in the air, revealing his anus. Matty took hold of his buttocks and pulled them apart, his anal muscle contracting, then relaxing. The men were baying for more. Matty obliged for a while, and then got up on his knees, turned sideways for a profile shot of his erect, five-inch [13 cm] penis.

Matty maintained that position while a naked, erect Damon walked in front of him. Matty looked up at Damon, waiting for his cue. Damon gave the signal, with a slight nod and a blink. Matty took hold of Damon's cock and started to stroke it. Matty opened his mouth and greedily accepted Damon's protuberance. Matty played with Damon's shaft; teasing it, licking it, sucking it, moving it from side to side in his mouth, kissing it from its tip to the pubis. Damon took hold of Matty's head gently, and assisted Matty in a back and forth motion, Matty's lips locked around Damon's dick. Matty put his hands on Damon's buttocks, for extra stability, and then stroked them for extra sensuality. Damon then signaled for Matty to stop and change his position. Matty laid down on the rug. Damon laid beside him and began kissing the boy. Damon's hand moved up and down the boy's body, first with the tips of his fingers, then his palms, stroking, caressing, eventually reaching his genital area. Damon opened Matty's legs gently, stroking his inner thighs, then began fondling and playing with Matty's testicles, occasionally reaching a finger around to explore Matty's ass hole. Damon continued to kiss his compliant companion and then moved his hand to Matty's penis, and began stroking and rubbing it. Damon, while keeping his hand occupied with Matty's cock, turned his mouth's attention to Matty's nipple. Matty groaned as he arched his back.

To the 'actors' on the set, and the rapt audience, the whirring of the drone, with its constant observations, flying high, flying 'close to the action', whizzing from one side to another, became completely invisible to them.

Damon stopped the performance and gave Matty a last kiss. "Gentlemen," he said, "That is the end of Matty's one hundredth photo set, and the end of part one of the video. If you would all like to disrobe, the second part of the video will commence shortly, and you will all have 'guest-starring roles'!"

There was a round of applause for Matty.

"I need another drink" Pyotr announced.

"So do I," Hal concurred.

Matty remained on the rug, sitting cross-legged, naked. Damon brought over to him a vodka and orange.

After a short interval, while drinks were prepared, the men began to remove their clothes, in anticipation of the second part of the video. Hugh bellowed out to Pyotr, "Clothes. Orloff!… Orloff!… 'all off'!… get it? Ha! Ha!"

Chapter 7

Sam, the drone operator, was the only one to remain clothed. In a break from proceedings, he surveyed the scene. What a sight. Chief Pedersen, his penis looking not dissimilar to his bald head; fat and ugly. Hugh, the celebrity chef, with his belly the size of France, his penis buried somewhere in his rolls of blubber. Sam's colleague, Pyotr Orloff, who, like Damon, obviously took care of his body; but the term 'size doesn't matter' was only appropriate to Pyotr. Sam checked the footage on his laptop from the last session. There were some wonderful scenes, all in ultra-high definition. Sam pored over close-ups of Matty and had to adjust his dress to accommodate the stirring in his loins.

Damon, standing center stage again, only this time naked, gave Sam the cue to set the drone hovering again. Once it was airborne, Damon said, in the style of a circus huckster, "And now… the moment you've all been waiting for… a big hand for… Etoile Nouveau Matty!"

There was a burst of applause and Hugh, with his loud voice, was heard to say, "I'll give him a big hand, all right!."

Matty acknowledged their applause by taking a bow on the white rug, and then ran towards the men. He stopped in front of them, put his hands behind his head, swung his hips from side to side, thrust his pelvis forward, jiggling his bits, and then stood still. He then brought his hands down, raised his index finger to his lips and said, "Now… hmmm… who am I going to choose first?"

The alcohol-infused group roared as one, "Me! Me! Me!"

It struck Damon as funny. They all sounded like the donkey in the movie about a green ogre.

Matty put his hand over his eyes, and with his other arm outstretched, pointed a finger, not to anyone in particular just yet. He very slowly turned his body around, twice, so that his audience could get a good look, and when he turned to face his audience again, he took his hand from his eyes and found his finger was pointing at Pyotr.

Whoops of delight and shouts of "Lucky bugger!" from you-know-who, filled the room as Matty made his way over to Pyotr and sat in his lap and wriggled. Pyotr held the boy's naked torso as he felt Matty's ass cheeks moving around on his rock-hard cock. Matty swiveled himself so that his legs were straddling Pyotr, to face him, looking into his eyes. Pyotr kissed Matty's open mouth. Pyotr thrust his tongue inside. Matty responded by moving his butt backwards and forwards on Pyotr's lap. Matty took hold of Pyotr's hand, placed it on his boy chest. Matty guided Pyotr's hand down past his navel, on to Matty's stiff penis. Pyotr played with it. Pyotr's other hand began stroking the boy's back, making his way down to the base of the spine, and then clutched one of Matty's ass cheeks.

The drone whirred, and the baying crowd stirred, into an orgy of pleasure at the spectacle, and Hugh's red spectacles began to steam up, as if he'd lifted the lid off a pot of something he'd been cooking. Matty turned his attention to the celebrity chef. Matty moved off Pyotr and slowly sashayed towards Hugh.

"Show me that sweet ass of yours, my boy," Hugh commanded. Matty obeyed. Hugh kissed Matty on both ass cheeks and then said, "Show me your beautiful boy flower."

Matty bent over and Hugh parted Matty's buttocks. "Oh, divine," he commented. Hugh put his nose on Matty's hole and sniffed. Then he kissed and licked it. "I garnish some of my dishes with pretty, edible flowers. But you, Matty, have the most wonderful edible flower. I want to devour it," he said, with relish. Hugh buried his face into Matty's behind and began to munch away, making 'mmmmm' noises. Pyotr commented, "What that boy flower needs is a good stuffing."

Everyone laughed when Chief Pedersen replied, "With that button mushroom of yours? Nah, what that boy hole needs is meat, and plenty of it!."

After pleasuring Hugh, Matty turned his attention to Chief Pedersen. "OK, big boy. Show me what ya got!" Matty said, playfully. Matty was secretly dreading what was coming. He'd had Pedersen's big, fat cock in his ass before, and it hurt. But, being the professional that he was, Matty didn't let it show.

"Bend over the arm of this sofa," Pedersen said. "I'm going to service you good."

Matty bent over. Pedersen spat into his hand and transferred the spittle to Matty's hole, spreading it around his anus. Pedersen spat again, this time, using the spittle to penetrate Matty's boy hole with his middle finger. In all the noise, no one heard Matty's yelp of pain, or, if they did, they chose to ignore it. Pedersen's finger moved up and down inside Matty's rectum. Pedersen felt his way around. Pedersen removed his finger, then produced a brightly colored plastic object he had hidden, from under the sofa cushion.

"No 'my little dildo' for you, Matty. Here's a fuckin' big one!" More spittle, applied to Matty and the sex toy. Suitably lubed, Pedersen introduced the dildo to Matty's 'flower'. Pedersen slipped it in, surprisingly gently. Matty gave out an "Oooh…," as the object made its way inside. Pedersen moved out of the way, for the others to look at how much Matty had taken in. Pedersen moved the object in and out, slowly and delicately. He then removed it cautiously, while at the same time, cupping Matty's balls, fondling them, and then following that by taking hold of Matty's dick and stroking it. Pedersen then leaned over the boy, applied more spittle, and substituted the dildo for his big fat member. Matty let out another "Ohhh!," as the Chief's penis entered.

Matty's body remained bent over the arm of the sofa. Pedersen knelt on the sofa, his legs ensuring that Matty's remained spread while he pumped the boy's ass. Pyotr decided he would stand in front of Matty, whose neck and head was clear of the sofa arm. Pyotr took hold of his 'button mushroom' and waved it in Matty's face. Pyotr moved forward and smeared his penis over Matty's nose, cheeks and mouth. Pyotr gestured to Matty to open his mouth. Pyotr inserted his cock. Matty choked. Pyotr reluctantly extracted his dick. We're not animals, in his opinion, he though to himself.

Pedersen withdrew his cock from Matty's rear and proceeded to spurt cum all over Matty's cheeks and 'flower'. It dripped onto the leather sofa after running down between Matty's legs and scrotum. Pyotr took the view that as one door closes, another opens, and he again signaled to Matty his intentions. Matty opened his mouth wide and Pyotr took hold of Matty's head, fondled his ears, and began to pump. Hugh took this opportunity to have another look at Matty's cum coated ass and hole. Gently, he wiped Matty's ass with a wet wipe. "Extra portions… one more munch," he said out loud, and chowed down on Matty's flower. Damon, by this time, had dressed, and thought, I've got some clearing up to do.

Hal Pedersen had an idea, "I think we should take Matty to one of the Judge's dream rooms!"

"No, no, no," Damon insisted. "You know he doesn't like the rooms to be used unless he's here to participate."

"But he isn't here, and he won't know," Hal replied.

Damon, "Yes, he will. There are cameras everywhere. I should know. Sam and I set them up."

Hal, "Can't you disable them?"

Damon, "No. He'll know if we head for the rooms, he'll know if the cameras are tampered with."

"Spoilsport," Hal said, almost childlike.

"Tell it to the Judge," Damon replied.

Sam had returned the drone down to its base. "I think we've got more than enough footage, Damon. Even got some we can use as 'bonus material' and outtakes."

"That's great, Sam," Damon said. "And 'enough' is the appropriate word, here, gentlemen. Go clean yourselves up, enjoy the Judge's hospitality with more drink, and then fuck off home!" Damon told them with a cheeky smile.

Damon attended to Matty. He helped Matty to put the towel robe back on, patted him on the bottom and said, "You'd better clean up, too. I'll start clearing things here, and when I'm done, we'll take a shower together, then I'll take you home."

Matty smiled and went over to the refrigerator, took out another can of soda, sat himself down on the rug and watched Damon as he busied himself.

Chapter 8

An air of peace and calmness returned to the studio once the invited guests had departed. Damon had cleared up, wiping the cum off the sofa, and the rings made on the tables by the drinking glasses. He had also packed up his photo equipment and his laptop. He looked at Matty, who was now sitting on the other sofa. "It appears that one of them has kept your underwear as a souvenir. I can't find them anywhere."

"That's OK," Matty said. "I'll go commando."

Damon smiled and said, "Shower."

Matty and Damon headed out of the studio and turned off the lights by the door. Matty carried his bundle of clothes; his school uniform – minus underwear – under his arm. He walked barefoot over the lawn in his towel gown, beside Damon. They entered the main house and climbed the grand staircase, took a right at the top, and stepped into a bathroom.

Damon turned the water on in the shower and let it run. He tested the water. Just right. Damon undressed. Matty untied the towel gown and let it drop to the floor. They both got into the shower cubicle. They both gasped as the jet of water hit them, the pleasing warmth of the water on their faces and bodies. Damon reached for the soap dispenser, cupped some soap into his hand and applied it to Matty's shoulders. He took some more soap and lathered Matty's upper body; back, then front, lingering over Matty's nipples. More soap. Damon concentrated on Matty's penis, slipping his hand on it and giving it a thorough clean. He then gently massaged Matty's tight ball sack. Matty turned around, and Damon paid as much attention to Matty's rear as he had his front; the lather trickled over and between Matty's glistening cheeks. Damon ensured every part was thoroughly washed, leaving no trace of cum. While Matty washed his own legs and feet, Damon lathered his own body. Damon then felt Matty's hands on his back, washing it. Matty put his arms around Damon's middle and Damon felt Matty's face pressed in his back. They finished showering, dried themselves and put on their clothing. They headed down the staircase into the main hall.

"Time to go. Got everything?" Damon asked his young companion.

"Yeah. Have you?"

Damon checked: Camera equipment. Laptop containing the all-important footage. Keys to the house and car.

"Yep," said Damon. It was a ritual both of them had fallen into, ever since the one time Damon had realized he had left the keys to the house inside just as he shut the door. Damon unlocked the car. They both got in and Damon started the engine, the noise of which shattered the peacefulness of the night; sounds, at that time, having the propensity to be more acute.

Home. For Matty, home was Damon's apartment in the city. Matty's parents were crack addicts. For most of Matty's tender years, he had lived in hostels, refuges and doss houses. He was a bright kid, considering his upbringing, or what little of it there had been. He was also gentle, easy going and forgiving. He had witnessed a lot of bad things and decided, out of necessity, from a very young age, that there must be another way. He had been propositioned on many occasions in his past. While his parents were either absent from the places they were staying at, or high on cocaine, Matty accepted some of the men's advances, provided they pay. He was able to save a reasonable amount of money, and was adept at keeping it a secret from his coke-addled 'guardians' or would-be thieves. One day, while living in a fairly stable environment, meaning they were in a sheltered housing complex for at least six months, his parents, in search of their next 'fix', went off to meet their dealer, leaving Matty alone. They never returned. Matty, realizing he had been abandoned, orphaned, or whatever, decided after a week to run away.

Fate had introduced him to Damon. Damon was twenty-five at the time, and Matty, or Matthew, ten years old. Matthew spent his first day of freedom eating in a burger restaurant. He sat at a table alone. His unkempt appearance, and the fact that he stank through lack of hygiene, meant he had a whole four-seater table to himself in a very crowded establishment. He was used to the disapproving looks he got from people. He didn't care. He knew his worth. His current situation was not going to bring him down.

Damon, returning from a photoshoot, had decided he didn't want to go to the trouble of cooking when he got home, so, he had parked his car in the secured underground car park that served the exclusive apartment block where he lived, and set out on foot to the nearest fast food outlet.

After Damon received his order, he looked around for a place to sit. The only table available was the one Matthew had all to himself. Damon had a strong stomach and a willingness to try anything.

He once had the experience of a trip to Iceland, where they serve up the foulest smelling fish, reportedly preserved and marinaded in urine. The restaurant kitchen entrance/exit was on the far side from where Damon was sitting, but, as soon as the kitchen door had opened, the stench was reaching his nostrils. Turned out the fish was extremely tasty. Hugh Gorman would have approved.

So, this boy, sitting on his own in a disheveled state, smelling like a polecat, was, in comparison, a breath of fresh air.

Damon asked, "Is this seat taken?"

Matthew, "No."

Damon, "May I?"

Matthew, "Feel free."

Matthew had already worked out that he could expect another proposition, but this guy was different. His appearance wasn't scuzzy, like his regular clientele. After the usual harmless chit-chat, and the occasional questions to try and discover more about this ragamuffin and the 'lay of the land', as it were, Damon made his proposal, "You look as if you're in need of a place to get cleaned up and a place to sleep," he said.

Damon knew he was taking a chance, one he might regret, but something about this boy told him otherwise.

"My apartment is just around the block. Want to see it? See what you think. No pressure."

Matthew didn't take long to agree.

Damon took Matthew to his apartment. Matthew had a long soak in the bath. Damon supplied Matthew with some clean clothes in his size; he always kept some 'overflow' items from the studio wardrobe in his apartment. To begin with, Matthew earned his 'keep' by sleeping in Damon's bed. Matthew learned all about Etoile Nouveau. Pictures were taken. Damon debuted those first pictures on the website, calling his latest model 'Matty'. Hardly original, but it suited him. 'Matty' soon became Damon's most popular model, and his sets and videos proved most lucrative. Damon was aware that Matty had to go to school and that questions would be asked. Damon called in favors from Chief Pedersen and Judge Rule. Matty had no problems in receiving an education, in more ways than one.

The present: In his apartment, Damon set to work, sifting through the many photos, flagging up the ones he would use for Matty's 'one hundredth'. He then focused his attention on Sam's video footage; an edit here, blocking out faces there, marveling at Sam's aerial shots and his ability to bring the drone right into the heart of the 'action'. Finally, he compiled a stunning set of pictures in 3D, enabling the viewer to explore the scenes from any angle they desired, providing they had the right software, available, of course, exclusively through the Etoile Nouveau website.

Damon crawled into his bed around four a.m. Matty was sound asleep.

Chapter 9

A few hours earlier, in a town house in another part of the city, Kyle and Nicholas had returned home. The journey back had been peppered with Nicholas's excited take on the day's events. The car! The noise! The house! The cameras! The lights! Matty's bottom! Nicholas had burst into a fit of giggles talking about that.

Once inside, Kyle prepared dinner for the two of them. At the table, Nicholas cut a small tomato in two, arranged them side by side on his plate and, pointing at them with his knife, asked Kyle, "What does that look like?"

Kyle answered with a silent shrug, raising his eyebrows in quizzical fashion.

Nicholas gave the answer, "Matty's bottom!" Another fit of giggles from Nicholas.

Kyle smiled. "Come on, eat up. You've had a busy time today. It'll soon be your bed time."

Kyle and Nicholas cleared the table and put the dishes and cutlery in the dishwasher. They both plonked themselves on a large sofa and Kyle turned on the TV.

"Half an hour, then bed," Kyle told Nicholas.

"OK… ," Nicholas responded reluctantly.

Kyle's phone chirruped into life. Kyle looked at the name of the caller: Carla.

"Hi, sweets," he said. "How's the trade fair?"

Kyle listened to Carla's response, and then replied to her question, "Everything's fine here. Nicholas has eaten and he's going to bed very soon. I'll put him on in a minute… OK… Uh, huh… have a good time. See you when you get back on Friday. I'll pick you up at the airport. Miss you. Love you. Here's Nicholas. 'Bye'."

Kyle handed the phone to Nicholas, got up from the sofa and poured himself a cognac. He heard Nicholas tell his mother he'd had a great day, and that Kyle had treated them both to an awesome lunch at the Hilltown hotel. No mention of the meeting with Matty, the car, the studio… "OK, 'Bye. Love you," he said, and ended the call.

Kyle smiled at Nicholas. "OK, young man. Shower. Brush your teeth. Jim-jams."

Nicholas made no protest, as he'd promised his mother to be good a few seconds earlier. Kyle drained his glass, refilled it, sat back on the sofa and watched the news that had just started on TV. His mind wandered. He imagined 'Matty's bottom' filling the large screen in front of him. Can't wait for the video release, he thought to himself.

Nicholas sauntered back into the room just as the news was ending. Kyle turned off the TV as Nicholas bounced on to the sofa and cuddled up with him. Nicholas smelled of cocoa butter and vanilla. His breath, 'minty fresh'. His 'jim-jams', Kyle observed, had a repeating design on them of a powder-blue sports car. Kyle had never noticed that before! Kyle's hand found its way down to Nicholas's bottom; so soft and warm with his pajamas on.

"Another busy day tomorrow, especially in the afternoon. Time for bed."

Kyle lifted the boy and carried him in his arms to Nicholas's bedroom. Nicholas wrapped his arms around Kyle's neck, and looked lovingly, with his brilliant blue eyes, into Kyle's. Kyle gently laid Nicholas on the bed, pulled the duvet over his slight frame, brushed away the brown haired fringe from Nicholas's forehead and kissed him there.

"Night," Kyle said softly."

"Night," said Nicholas, "Love you."

"Love you too," Kyle replied as he turned out the light and shut the door, after blowing Nicholas a kiss.

***

Saturday morning in Damon's apartment. Just. Damon awoke and looked at the alarm clock. Eleven thirty-five. Working at a computer screen till god knows when had a soporific effect on Damon. But he felt refreshed as he laid there, thinking about the afternoon ahead. Damon finally got up at ten to twelve. He padded naked into the lounge, rubbing the final vestiges of sleep from his eyes. He saw Matty in a chair, dressed, watching a cartoon on TV.

Without looking away from the TV screen, Matty asked, jokingly, "What time do you call this?"

"Tickle time!" Damon announced, in the manner of a deep-throated voice-over artist in a movie trailer.

"Oh, no!" Matty squealed in mock horror.

Damon pounced on Matty and tickled him all over until he was helpless with laughter. Matty fell out of the chair onto the floor, curling up in merriment. Damon finished the tickle torture by planting a kiss on Matty's neck.

"It's never too late and you're never too old for… tickle time!" Damon concluded in that gruff voice. Damon helped Matty up and asked, "What are you doing today, while I'm at the studio?"

Matty smiled, "I'm spending the day with Tyler. He's got a new computer game. His mum said she'd give me dinner."

"That's good," Damon said. "I'm guessing she gives you your favorite."

"Hope so," said Matty.

"Watch your cartoon," Damon said. "I'd better put something on, have breakfast and get ready. Have you had breakfast?"

"Three hours ago," Matty replied, happily. "Yeah," he continued, "Put something on. I'm looking forward to my dinner, but the sight of your dick might put me off sausages for life!"

Damon cheekily smiled and countered, "This," pointing at his cock, "Is the best sausage you'll ever taste, and I know you're partial to its creamy filling!"

Matty raised his middle finger and poked his tongue out in a playful, mocking gesture at Damon. Damon ran towards Matty, hands ready for another 'tickle time'. Matty swerved and headed for the door. "Ha, ha!" Matty exclaimed as he opened the door to the outside hallway. "See ya!."

Matty summoned the elevator at the end of the hallway. The elevator announced its arrival with a 'bing' and its doors opened. Matty went inside and pressed '10'.

The doors closed and the elevator car descended two floors. "Tenth floor," the female voice announced. Matty scooted out of the elevator and made his way to one of the large wooden doors on the left. '1052' was the one. Matty pressed the doorbell. The door opened and a boy with a shock of long, golden blonde hair stood before Matty. The boy stood three inches [7 cm] shorter than Matty in height. Matty grinned mischievously at the boy and said, with a pause between both words, the emphasis on the second, "Hi… .'Dustin'… "

The boy looked at Matty with a mixture of horror, embarrassment and glee, all at the same time. The boy turned his head briefly back into the room to check no one had heard, put his finger to his mouth, looked at Matty again and pursed his lips, indicating a silent "Ssshhh!"

Chapter 10

Saturday morning in Kyle and Carla's town house. Kyle rose at seven-thirty, splashed some water on his face from the sink in the en suite, and headed for the downstairs kitchen. Before he descended the stairs, he took a detour to Nicholas's bedroom. He opened the bedroom door quietly, and studied the sleeping boy within. Nicholas breathed lightly, his arms up above his head. One leg was sticking out of the duvet, his small, perfect, bare foot on show. Lying on his back, his head to one side, Kyle looked at Nicholas's face; those dazzling blue eyes not on show, obscured by Nicholas's eyelids. Nicholas had the longest, most beautiful eyelashes Kyle had ever seen on a boy. His face was small, with high cheekbones. His lips full and wet, slightly open. His long-ish brown hair draped haphazardly on the pillow. Kyle backed out of the bedroom, quietly shut the door and began his descent of the stairs to the kitchen. Coffee. Kyle needed coffee. He also needed to suppress his thoughts about Nicholas.

Kyle made some fresh coffee in a cafetiere: 'No' to espresso this time of the morning, and 'yes' to suppress-o for his feelings towards Nicholas, he thought to himself. How far will Nicholas allow Damon to go with his screen test? He remembered the response Nicholas gave when asked if it would bother him, showing his 'bottom', as Matty had done, "It's no big deal," he'd said. Kyle began to see the motivation behind Nicholas's statement; the promise of being paid "lots of money."

Kyle began to see all sorts of pictures in his head, then checked himself, "Suppress-o," Kyle said quietly under his breath.

Kyle sat at the kitchen table with his cup of coffee and looked at the digital version of a newspaper on his phone. By eight-thirty, a small, perfect, barefoot vision appeared in the kitchen, wearing his pajamas.

"Hi, Nicholas. Sleep well?" Kyle enquired.

"Mmm, mmm," came the reply.

"OK. Go and do what you have to do in the bathroom, don't forget to clean your teeth, and breakfast will be ready by the time you come back down," Kyle confirmed.

"Mmm, mmm."

Nicholas shuffled out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Even though he was only ten, mornings, as with teenagers, didn't agree with Nicholas.

Kyle had his own routine in the mornings. Coffee, news and, as he'd taught Nicholas, "The three things beginning with an 's' and an 'h' – a shit, a shower, a shave – in that order," although the third didn't apply to Nicholas just yet. Kyle broke his routine today and began preparing breakfast.

***

Saturday afternoon. Tyler was demonstrating his new computer game to Matty. Tyler kept brushing away his long blonde hair as it constantly flopped in front of his green eyes. He did it so quickly each time, his hands were back on the game console, zapping those pesky aliens with ease. It seemed as if Tyler's head, with its mane of golden hair, occupied a large part of his whole body.

"Got the sucker!" Tyler declared, "I'm on the next level already."

"Beginner's luck," remarked Matty.

"Nah, skill," countered Tyler. "Your turn."

Tyler handed the console to Matty and issued a challenge, "Let's see you do better."

"Those aliens don't stand a chance," Matty boasted. "They're going to be reduced to space dust… Dustin."

Tyler remonstrated in a whisper, "Don't call me that here. What if mum found out?"

"Relax. Chill," Matty said calmly, "Your secret's safe."

***

Saturday afternoon. Damon had arrived at the studio. No Sam today. No use of a drone. No video. No audience. No Matty. Just Kyle and Nicholas. Damon looked at his watch. Three-thirty. "They'll be here soon. All set. And I know which items of clothing I want Nicholas to wear for his photo session."

Damon could hardly contain himself, nor his erect cock, visibly showing its outline in his tight white jeans. Damon found a distraction of sorts, by gazing out the floor-to-ceiling windows of the studio, at the jacuzzi, children's swings and climbing frame. He thought about how he was going to organize the Etoile Nouveau Party, a special commission requested by Damon's host, Judge Rule. 'Which' model would he get to do 'what' with? And with whom? Damon's mind ran through the possibilities, and how best to film this 'extravaganza'. "I've got until next Thursday to come up with something," Damon concluded, "Anyway, I'm sure the Judge will have ideas of his own."

Buzzer. Damon saw Kyle on the console screen. "Hi. Come on in," he said as he pressed the button to release the gates. He watched as Kyle's car entered the grounds. Damon headed to the front of the house to greet his special guests.

Damon reached the front entrance at the same time Kyle's car pulled up outside. Nicholas was first out and rushed over to have another look at the blue sports car, gleaming in the afternoon sun. Kyle shut his car door and offered his hand to Damon. Both men shook hands, Damon lightly grasping Kyle's forearm.

"Right on time," Damon remarked, "And here's the little man."

Both men paused to look at Nicholas whilst he was engrossed in car worship. White, sleeveless tank-top. Blue and white stripey knee-length shorts. White socks. Blue and white trainers. All bearing the discreet 'Carla' logo. It occurred to both men that Nicholas had chosen the color scheme to match his favorite car.

Damon had an idea, "Hey," he said to Nicholas, "Stay right there. I'll grab a camera from the studio and then I can take some pictures of you posing by the car. Would you like that?"

As if Damon needed an answer. Nicholas smiled the biggest smile, jumped up and down several times, and nodded his head, while his brown hair flew up, caught by a warm, gentle summer breeze. As Damon went back in the house, Nicholas, still smiling from ear to ear, looked at Kyle, and clasped his hands together. "Hee, hee!" he uttered.

Damon emerged a few minutes later. "Nicholas. Stand by the side of the car. Put your left hand on the hood, as if you're stroking it."

Nicholas complied. "Oh, that's good. You're a natural!" Damon encouraged. "Okay… squat down beside the front wheel and look at the camera."

The camera shutter made its familiar 'click' sound. "Yes, that's great. You're doing really well. Now, part your legs a little, lean backwards against the car and spread your arms fully. Smile!" Click, click, click.

Damon got some shots of Nicholas's bare arms and his hairless armpits. The very fine hair on Nicholas's arms were highlighted by the shining sun. "Now bend over slightly and look in the car's wing mirror."

Damon secured some 'artistic' shots of Nicholas's face reflected in the mirror; blue car, stunning blue eyes, and some shots of Nicholas's glorious little backside, contoured by his stripey shorts. "Perfect," Damon remarked, "Just perfect."

"I hate to drag you away from the car, Nicholas, but I want to take some shots of you in the studio. Let's go inside."

Damon beckoned Kyle and Nicholas to follow.

***

Dinner was being served at Tyler's apartment. The two boys sat at the table as Tyler's mum brought in dishes of cooked vegetables, potatoes and, as Matty had hoped, sausages.

"I know they're your favorite, Matthew," Tyler's mum said.

"They sure are! Thanks. Damon also has a way with a sausage. Isn't that right, Tyler?" Matthew wanted to see Tyler squirm.

Tyler nodded silently, giving 'Matthew' a real dirty look.

"Dig in," Tyler's mum said, "There's plenty to go around."

"That's just what Damon says about his sausage, isn't it, Tyler?" Matty thoroughly enjoyed embarrassing Tyler. It was so easy!

Chapter 11

Tyler. The customers of the Etoile Nouveau website know him as 'Dustin'. All the models were given 'professional' names thought up by Damon. Because of Tyler's long, blonde hair, reaching down to his shoulders, and always flopping in front of his face, Damon toyed with the idea of calling him 'Sandy'. Damon had second thoughts: 'Sandy' sounded like something you'd name a pet hamster. It didn't convey Tyler's personality, that shone through in his first photo sessions. 'Dustin' sounded more suitable, or so Damon believed.

Dustin is eleven. He started his modeling 'career' in a similar way to Nicholas. The only difference being his mother, blissfully unaware of what Dustin and his older friend, Matthew, were getting up to. Matty had 'recruited' Dustin from school, and what made it easier for Matty to work on him and convince Dustin to pose, was the fact they both happened to live in the same apartment block. Despite their age difference, they became firm friends. It was this association that led to Damon and Tyler's mother getting to know each other. Damon had been economical about the details of his work and only told her he was a successful photographer, and his work had been published in several leading journals.

The first photo session with Damon took place when Tyler was almost ten. It was obvious from the start that Dustin had that certain 'something'. The camera loved him, and so did his clients. Dustin understood what Damon required of him, and how the images would work, from the word 'go'. Damon managed to finish not one session, but twelve, on the first day; Dustin's enthusiasm and energy, seemingly inexhaustible.

Dustin's charm melted the hearts of the purchasers of those first twelve sets: Casual Wear,

• Sets 1 to 5. Shorts (no underwear),
  
• Set 6. Shirtless and shorts (no underwear),
  
• Set 7. Speedos (with 'stiffy' evident),
  
• Set 8. Set 9: Diaphanous, clingy underwear (and nothing else, again, with stiffy on show),
  
• Set 10: 'Tasteful' nude,
  
• Set 11: Completely nude, showing all,
  
• Set 12: Replete with first 'accompanying video', School uniform, slowly undressed by Damon, oral sex (Dustin's first time).
  

In his cornucopia of charm, Dustin possessed green eyes, a tanned, or bronzed, skin tone, blonde eyebrows, pouty pink lips, nipples resting on very slightly puffed breasts, an 'inny' navel, tapered waist, flat stomach, superb V-shape leading to an uncut, slim, long penis, which was something to behold when aroused. Dustin's ass was a 'bubble-butt'. When Hugh Gorman first saw it he very nearly had apoplexy. The revealing of Dustin's asshole sent Hugh into orbit, "I must have that boy! I must have that ass!," he kept demanding.

And so it was that Dustin performed privately for Damon's special clients, a short while after those initial twelve sets. Damon had first claim. Dustin, with very little coaching took Damon's cock in at both ends. Hugh Gorman drooled. Hugh was next, worshiping at the altar of the ass, content to concentrate exclusively on Dustin's hole by exploring it, opening it, smelling it, licking it, kissing it, rimming it. Pyotr licked and kissed, caressed and fondled the boy from head to foot, before availing himself of Dustin's mouth. Chief Pedersen took his turn. To his surprise, Dustin managed Hal's fat dick; Pedersen easing it slowly into the blonde boy's hole, pumping away for a good ten minutes. Sam, as usual, helped Damon with the video, preferring to get his kicks by viewing the playbacks. Judge Rule received his copies of the images and video, to watch at his leisure.

Dustin's next photo and video session was scheduled for the next day, Sunday. It would be 'boy on boy', with Matty in a 'guest appearance'. But today, Damon was focusing on his next potential 'star', the wonderful Nicholas.

Damon liked the blue and white ensemble Nicholas was already wearing and decided to take some 'candid' shots, thinking it would be a perfect introduction for his clients, as part of Nicholas's first set. Damon asked Nicholas to stand in front of the semi-circle of cameras.

"I don't think you need a prop of any kind, Nicholas. I want the focus to be fully on you," Damon informed his would be model. "OK, Nicky. Do you mind me calling you Nicky? It's easier for me to say."

"I don't mind," Nicholas replied.

Damon thought out loud, "Nicky. Etoile Nouveau Nicky. I like the sound of that… I could change the spelling a little bit… N, I, K, I. How about that as your model name? N, I, K, I, spells… (dramatic pause)… Niki."

Nicholas liked that idea.

"Kyle, any objections?" Damon asked.

"None at all, Kyle confirmed, "It suits him."

"Niki it is," Damon proclaimed.

"Right. To business. Niki, will you sit cross-legged on the floor, with your hands supporting you as you lean back?" Damon's camera shutter made a 'click' sound. "Good. Very good."

Click.

"OK, Niki. Now lean forward with your hands under your chin, looking at the camera… and smile!"

Click.

"You're doing great, Niki."

The newly christened Niki beamed at Damon's encouragement. Damon took at least two hundred different shots of Niki posing with hands on hips, looking over his shoulder, sideways, hands above his head. Damon wanted the boy to show as much flesh as possible with his sleeveless tank-top. Damon took his chance, "Niki. Will you slip out of your top?"

"Um… ok," Niki said hesitantly.

"You don't have to if it makes you feel uncomfortable. It's just that to be a model of mine, it's kind of expected," Damon explained with a cheeky smile.

Niki took the hint: no modeling, no money. Niki crossed his arms, took hold of the tank-top on either side and lifted it over his head. Damon seized his opportunity: Click, click, click. Niki stood topless. His smooth, bare chest was on show, as was his perfectly formed, perfectly proportioned nipples, displayed out and proud. A hint of rib cage was visible. Damon noted that, like Dustin's, Niki's navel was an 'inny'. Damon also discovered that Niki's upper body was free of blemishes, marks or scratches. Nothing. Except for a small brown dot close to where his waist and hips supported his shorts.

"How tall are you, Niki?"

"I'm four feet and one inch [1.24 m]," Niki replied, with emphasis on the 'one inch'.

With Niki being distracted, he lost the tenseness that Damon had become aware of through his lens. Damon capitalized on this relaxing of the guard: Click. Click.

"Wow!," said Damon, "You'll soon be as tall as your dad and me!" Niki relaxed and laughed.

Click. Click.

Damon made suggestions to Niki as to how he'd like a certain pose, psychologically planting the impression that the poses were of Niki's own creation.

"Oh, I like that one. And that one. I think you were about to turn around, weren't you?"

Niki agreed and turned to show his bare back. Again, just a trace of ribs were evident. The spine and shoulder blades prominent, but not overly so. No blemishes. Nothing but pure, fresh, young boy skin, and the stripey shorts that really accentuated the firm roundness of his 'bottom'.

"Niki. Would you lose those trainers and socks for me?"

"Can do," Niki responded. Niki stood with just his shorts on; his head, upper body, lower legs and perfect feet were now all on show.

Click. Click.

"Niki, are you wearing underpants?"

"Er, y-e-ss," came the reply, sounding like a question.

"Would you remove your shorts? You remember Matty's photoshoot? Down to his underwear?" Damon asked.

"He showed his bottom!" Niki said with a giggle, as if he'd mentioned something naughty and rude.

"Yes, he did. And do you remember saying to me and your dad that you thought it was no big deal?" Niki replied, almost in a whisper, "Uh-huh. But I think I'm shy."

"That's OK. No pressure. I think Matty told you about the custom photos, didn't he?" Damon continued, "The more you show, the more money my customers pay, and the more they pay me, the more I can pay you."

Niki fumbled with the waist of his shorts while he thought about what Damon had just said. Niki took hold of the drawstring of his shorts and untied it.

"Can I keep my underpants on… for now?"

"Of course, Niki. No one is going to force you to do anything you don't want to."

Chapter 12

Niki self-consciously started to slowly lower his shorts.

Click, click, click.

"You're doing great. Slowly does it. That's it, like a true professional."

Niki took his cue as he further lowered his shorts. Damon and Kyle raised their hopes and expectations.

Click, click.

The elastic waist band of Niki's underwear came into view. Almost inevitably, the red message on the waist band read: 'Micro Skin by Carla'. White, skin-tight underwear with red lettering. Niki lowered the shorts down past his hips and they dropped to his feet.

Click, click, click.

Niki shook his shorts from his feet and kicked them away. And there he stood: 'Micro Skin' underpants: a very fine weave, designed to support the important areas and to accentuate them too! Niki had the finest outline of a long penis, not erect, but resting upwards inside those supportive underpants.

Click, click. Dozens of clicks!

"Would you turn around?" asked Damon, softly.

Niki did so.

The most gorgeous, pert, firm bottom nestled in those white pants. Kyle and Damon simultaneously and subconsciously adjusted the crotch in their own underwear. Niki stood still with his head down, his blue eyes peering through his brown-haired fringe.

Click, click, click and click, again!

"OK, Niki. You did great. Here, put this towel robe on. If you're happy to continue, I have some other outfits I'd like you to model, and some of them are quite tight. I'm afraid you'll have to model them without the tell-tale outline that makes it obvious to my clients that you're wearing undies. Certain outfits I want you to wear look better without those panty lines. You can change out of sight in the stock room upstairs, if you like. Then come back down when you're ready. How does that sound?"

Niki accepted the towel robe and Damon's suggestion with a nod of his head.

"You'll find the outfits I want you to change into upstairs. They're all laid out ready for you, in the order I want. Don't take too long."

Niki found the stairs leading to the upper level and disappeared up them.

Damon looked at Kyle, "Phew!"

"Phew, indeed," Kyle agreed.

"Glass of wine?" Damon offered.

Kyle replied with an emphatic "Oh, yes."

Chapter 13

Ten minutes elapsed before Niki re-appeared in the studio.

"Is this the right outfit you wanted me to put on?" Niki walked towards Damon, stopped in front of him, and twirled round once. Niki had on a flesh-colored top, cut off in the middle. The matching flesh-colored shorts were very short, and very tight; Niki displayed a very obvious boner. Niki's little balls were well defined; the material hugging them. Niki's ass cheeks: ditto. The flesh-colored outfit gave the illusion Niki was nude. A second look was needed to determine he wasn't.

"That's the one," Damon confirmed. "OK, Niki. Session two. I hope you're not getting bored?"

"No," Niki replied, most emphatically.

"Good. Will you take your position on the set again?" Damon instructed.

The session began. Niki became more relaxed. Damon managed to persuade Niki into changing outfits a further four times, each time saw Niki sprinting upstairs to change. The next outfit: a comparatively demure black T-shirt and jeans, followed by a garish yellow sports vest with loose green shorts. Damon surreptitiously noticed that Niki had put his underwear back on for that one. The third: a black, loose string vest with orange shorts and, frustratingly, underwear. Finally, a tight pair of navy blue speedos, complete with visible boner inside.

"OK, Niki," Damon proclaimed, "That's it for today. You did extremely well. I can now officially welcome you as a full-time model of Etoile Nouveau."

Niki's face glowed and broke into a huge smile. He raced towards Damon and gave him a hug. It gave Damon the opportunity to touch Niki's bare boy body for the first time. Damon wrapped his arms around Niki's exposed top half and patted him on the back. Niki let go of Damon and rushed over to Kyle, and gave him a hug. Kyle held the boy's slender body in his arms for a moment, until Damon continued, "I would like to set up a gigacoin account for you, Niki. If Kyle is okay with that, he can assist me with the set up, and I will transfer your fee."

Niki jumped up, standing four feet and 'one inch' high, clad only in speedos, and said, "You mean I get paid? I thought this was only a screen test?"

Damon explained, "That's right. But as I'm going to use the photos I have and put them on the website, it's only fair that you are paid for your work. So I say again, Niki, welcome to the world of Etoile Nouveau… modeling… and… riches!" Damon loved his dramatic pauses.

"Yay!" Niki almost screamed the word. "OK, Niki. Go upstairs and change back into your own clothes. I'll sort the details of your gigacoin account with Kyle in the meantime. When you come back down, we'll celebrate."

Niki bounded up the stairs once again.

Damon and Kyle set up the gigacoin account for Niki. Money was transferred from the website account into Niki's. Damon walked to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of champagne, picked up three glasses from a table and waited for Niki to return. Right on cue, Niki scooted down the stairs, two at a time, and made his way over to Kyle. Damon popped the champagne cork and poured the bubbly into the glasses, handing Niki a half-full one. "A toast to… Etoile Nouveau Niki."

Damon, Kyle and Niki clinked their glasses together. Damon and Kyle downed their champagne in one. Niki took a sip and, smiling, pretended to like it.

Kyle made a suggestion, "Why don't we all go into town and have dinner at the Hilltown? On me."

"I'd love to," Damon explained, "But I have some work to do here, compiling Niki's photos for distribution. I aim to have them available for download tomorrow. You two go and continue celebrating."

Kyle asked, "When will you want 'Niki' for his next session?"

"I'm having a party here next Thursday," Damon replied, "Nearly all the Etoile Nouveau models will be here, and there will be a group photo and video session. I can introduce you and Niki to the gang, and I can introduce you, Kyle, to my specially invited guests at the same time."

"Sounds great," Kyle said "We'll be there. What time?"

Damon, "Mmm, say about, ten a.m.?"

Kyle, "Ten it is."

Kyle and Niki said their goodbyes, and headed off for the Hilltown hotel.

***

Damon opened up his laptop and took a cursory look at the photos he had taken of Niki. "Oh, these are hot," he said to himself, "A proper set of prick teasers."

Damon then tapped open a file named "Stock Room."

Just as he had made Hal Pedersen aware at Matty's last video shoot, that there were 'cameras everywhere,' Damon commenced viewing what had been captured upstairs. "Now, little Niki. Let's see what treasures you have."

There was only one, static, camera placed in the stock room, with a limited angle. Niki appeared on screen entering the stock room wearing the towel robe. Damon watched as Niki slipped out of the robe and stood there for a moment, in his 'Micro Skins', studying the outfits laid out on a bench, a post-it note adhered to each one, marked '1', '2', '3', '4'.

Niki was seen to pick up the flesh-colored garments, raise his eyebrows in surprise, and put them back down again. Come on, my little beauty, let's see the goods, Damon thought. Niki paused slightly, and then slipped his Micro Skins off quickly. "Oh, yes!" Damon was delighted. There, on screen, unaware he was being filmed, and unguarded, Niki was naked. Damon thought further, Judge Rule is going to love this boy's body. He won't be disappointed.

Damon watched as Niki put on the first outfit. Damon fast-forwarded the video to watch Niki return to change into outfit number 2. Off came the flesh-colored two-piece. Niki naked again, briefly. Damon noted that it was at this point Niki put back on his Micro Skins. Fast-forward: Niki returning, removing the black outfit: underwear kept on. Yellow and green outfit on. Fast-forward: Yellow and green outfit off: underwear kept on. Black string vest and orange shorts on. Fast-forward: vest and shorts off. Micro Skins: OFF! Damon watched goggle-eyed. Before putting on the navy blue speedos, Niki touched and played with his penis. Fast-forward: Niki returns, slips off the speedos and starts playing again with his, as far as Damon could make out, not insubstantial penis, spending a little time enjoying himself before putting back on his own clothes. Damon thought to himself, Well, well, well. Niki. You little wanker!

Chapter 14

Damon composed and sent an encrypted e-mail, "Hello JR. I'm sending you two attachments. The first, titled 'Sets 1 – 5' are some examples of the progress made today, which will be widely available soon. I have made full copies for you, which will require your attention on your return. The second, 'SR EH', you might find of particular interest. Look forward to your comments and your arrival on Thursday. As you know, a special welcome committee awaits you. Regards, D."

Damon knew that Judge Rule would understand 'SR' as 'Stock Room' and 'EH' as 'Edited Highlights'.

Damon pored over the photos of Niki's five sessions, and selected seventy to eighty from each. Damon decided the first set to go online today would actually be the second set; black T-shirt and jeans. He'd follow that with the 'green and yellow' set. Third issue would be the black string vest with orange shorts set. These two, he planned, would have a staggered release throughout tomorrow, if there was enough interest, and he was sure there would be, he would place a 'coming soon' teaser for the 'white and blue', 'flesh', and blue speedo sets, by publishing a 'preview' example from each one. These would be available first to Platinum VIP customers later that day. Any customers at the lower levels – 'bronze' not included – would have the pictures made available to them in a day or two. The Platinum VIP purchasers would also receive an invite to buy the upcoming Etoile Nouveau Party video, parts of which would be streamed the next Thursday, 'live – as it happens', "Your opportunity to get to know our newest model, Niki', would be the strapline.

Damon added to the website the first set and waited to see how well it would be received. Within seconds, payments started arriving. How many 'hits'? 20, 50, 110, 300, 1000. The number kept rising. The response to Niki's first set had been immediate. Jeez, though Damon, as the payments kept rolling in. Unprecedented. Requests began appearing on the forum part of the website, "Any videos?"

"Next set, please!"

"Can't wait!" and comments, "Wow! Where did you find this angel???"

"I thought I was in love with Dustin, until I saw Niki!!!"

Bolstered by these comments and the demand generated, Damon decided, "Fuck it. I'll release the next two sets now… and the 'coming soon' previews. See what happens."

Demand went through the roof. Damon feared his website might crash. Thankfully, it coped and remained stable. Damon held back the Party invite, "That can wait until tomorrow."

Damon received a reply in his inbox. Judge Rule, "My dear D. Thank you for the advance copies. I am enthralled by the sets. I am very interested in SR EH, and wish to explore further. So much so, I am instructing you to prepare DR CR in anticipation of my return. JR."

Damon knew what Judge Rule's tastes were. 'DR CR' translated as 'Dream Room: Class Room'. The Judge, in effect, had told Damon that he wanted Niki dressed in school uniform on Thursday. Damon thought he'd add a nice little surprise touch for the Judge's return party, one he knew the Judge would appreciate.

It was time to go home. Damon was feeling tired and wanted to be alert for Sunday. Sunday was the start of four days of 'fun' with Hal, Hugh, Pyotr and Sam, prior to Judge Rule's return home for his Party. Sunday's fun involved Dustin and Matty.

***

Arrangements had been made earlier between Damon and Tyler's mum; when he had finished 'work', Damon would pick up Matty and Tyler on the tenth floor and take them both to Damon's apartment on the twelfth. Matty and Tyler would have a 'sleepover' and Damon would take both boys out for the day. Damon had told Tyler's mum, "I think they would both enjoy a trip out of the city to visit the zoo."

Tenth floor. Number 1052. Damon rang the doorbell. Tyler's mum answered. "Hi, Damon. They're ready for you."

"Thanks for looking after Matthew today. I really appreciate it," Damon told her.

"It's no problem at all. Matthew is a charming young man. He's a credit to you," Tyler's mum remarked. Matthew and Tyler appeared at the door. Tyler carried a small bag of toiletries and a bag containing a computer tablet.

"Hey, there!," Damon said to the two of them, "Let's go home, and let Tyler's mum have a little peace and quiet."

Twelfth floor. The three amigos entered Damon's apartment. Damon threw his keys into a dish near the door. "I've made up the bed in the spare bedroom. Don't make too much noise in there, and remember, I need you full of life and energy for tomorrow's performance. Don't stay up too late. I'm tired and I'm hitting the sack right now. See you both in the morning."

Damon slinked into his bedroom and closed the door.

The two boys stripped, took a shower together, then entered the spare bedroom, naked. They both fell into the bed. Tyler on his back, spread-eagled. Matty lay beside him, resting his head on one arm and hand, the other hand exploring Tyler's body. Matty leaned over and began kissing Tyler's pouty mouth, while commencing to fondle Tyler's penis. Tyler's cock sprang to attention. Matty kissed Tyler's chin, neck, chest, nipples, navel, until he reached Tyler's stiffy. Matty took hold and surrounded it with his lips. Matty began to suck. Tyler closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure.

Chapter 15

Sunday morning. Damon peeked into the second bedroom. Matty and Dustin were asleep. The bed cover was on the floor. Both boys laid naked, exposed. Matty on his back, one arm supporting Dustin's head. One of Dustin's arms, draped over Matty's chest. One of Dustin's legs, draped over one of Matty's. Damon studied the two of them for a short while, and then gently shook both of them. "Wake up, sleepyheads. Big day today, lovebirds."

Both boys awoke from their slumbers. Damon left the room to prepare breakfast.

***

Sunday afternoon. Damon, Matty and Dustin greeted their special guests at the studio. Hal Pedersen, Hugh Gorman, Pyotr Orloff and Sam Nash. After exchanging pleasantries, Damon and Sam went about their business; Damon checking his cameras, Sam checking the drone. Hal, Hugh and Pyotr took their seats and waited for the show to start. Matty and Dustin, already in their towel gowns, chatted to each other on set.

"OK, everybody. We're ready," Damon announced.

"So are we!" Hugh bellowed.

"Action!," shouted Pyotr.

Sam set the drone in motion. Damon started the video camera. Matty and Dustin removed their gowns and set themselves down on a mattress that had been placed on top of the white rug. Matty and Dustin immediately started to perform; Both on their knees, facing each other, they kissed, taking hold and fondling one another's dicks. They cuddled. Both boys touched and fondled the other's bottom. They changed position. Dustin on all fours, ass in the ascendant, awaiting Matty's cock. Matty lubed Dustin's ass, sliding a finger into Dustin's hole. Satisfied there was sufficient lubricant on Dustin's glistening ass hole, Matty got into position and mounted Dustin. Taking hold of Dustin's hips, Matty slipped his erect cock inside Dustin. Both boys rocked with the back and forth motion of copulation. Dustin lowered his head, his blonde locks touching the mattress below him. Dustin sank to his elbows, his ass still up in the air as Matty pumped harder. Matty placed one hand on Dustin's back, for extra leverage, while with the other, searched and found Dustin's erect, slim cock and proceeded to stroke it while continuing to pound Dustin's ass. There were slapping sounds, as flesh met flesh, and groans and panting noises, emanating from both boys. Beads of sweat began appearing on both bodies.

The audience sat in silent rapture. Sam and Damon were in silent 'capture'; the noise from the drone totally filtered out by the concentration of the guests, and Damon might just as well have been invisible as he moved about the set. Matty was reaching a climax. He let out a few "Aah's," and then, "Yes, yes, YES!" Matty withdrew from Dustin. Immediately he did so, a stream of white cum flowed out of Dustin's anus and trickled and dripped onto the mattress. There came a burst of applause from the excited crowd. Matty got up and acknowledged the admiration, signaled with his hands for the audience to stop.

"It's not over yet. I've been saving something for Mr. Gorman," Matty announced. Matty went over to the corner of the studio and picked up a plastic bucket, then made his way over to where Hugh was sitting.

At this point, Hal said to Dustin, "Stay where you are, sweetheart, I'm coming over to wipe your bum clean and prepare it for my…," and with his impression of a rooster, Hal continued, .".. cock-a-doodle-doo!"

Dustin stayed on all fours and looked back through his spread legs as he watched, upside down, Hal undressing, exposing his big, fat, monster. Hal approached Dustin, grabbed his ass and started to clean away Matty's cum with his handkerchief.

"That'll do," he said, as he parted Dustin's ass cheeks and unceremoniously drilled his cock into Dustin's open ass hole. Hal thought, as he began to pummel the boy, I know what's coming next with Matty and Hugh, and I don't want to see that.

Matty emulated Dustin's position in front of Hugh; on all fours, legs apart, his ass facing the celebrity chef. Matty placed the plastic bucket between his open legs, looked back at Hugh and told him, "I've been saving this for you."

Matty's anal muscle moved, and Matty began a bowel movement.

Hugh shouted loudly, "It must be my birthday! No, it's better than that! I'm in paradise!"

Matty's shit plopped out of his ass and into the bucket, followed by a small trickle of urine from his cock. Hugh waved his hand in front of his face, wafting the aroma to his nostrils, as if he were inhaling the smell of one of his culinary creations.

"Wonderful!" he cried, "If it were possible, I would cook it and eat it!"

Damon felt positively sick, but he and Matty knew their audience and their peccadilloes, "Give them what they want, no matter how repulsive," was Damon's motto. Ever since learning of Hugh's fetish, he vowed never to eat in one of his chain of restaurants, strong stomach or not. Hugh produced a packet of wet wipes from his pocket; he seemed to have an inexhaustible supply, and said to Matty, still on all fours, "Allow me to wipe your dirty ass, you naughty boy."

Hugh then fished in his pocket again and produced, not a white rabbit, or a dove, like a magician, but a sealable plastic bag. "Voila!," he said. Hugh meticulously wiped Matty's backside and transferred each used wet wipe into the plastic bag. When Matty's ass met Hugh's standard of cleanliness, he closed the seal on the plastic bag full of used wet wipes and said, "They will join my collection, alongside your underpants I purloined the other day."

Damon wondered if Hugh would like to take the bucket of shit home with him. Nothing would surprise him as far as Hugh was concerned.

***

While Damon had been busy filming Hugh's exploits, Sam had been concentrating the drone on Dustin and Hal. Dustin had changed position and was now on his back, legs up above his head, Hal holding them out of the way while he watched Dustin's genitals wobble as he thumped his cock in and out of Dustin's boy hole. Hal took hold of Dustin's cock, between his thumb and index finger and started to stroke it. Thump, thump, thump. Slap, slap, slap. Dustin's head was arched back on the mattress, his face obscured by his golden hair, except for his pouty, open mouth. Hal went for the big finish. He let out a loud gasp, finally extracted his cock from Dustin's hole, and spurted cum all over Dustin's stomach. He then placed the palm of his hand on the boy's belly and spread his warm, salty ejaculation over Dustin's navel and down to Dustin's cock and balls. With a satisfied look, he got up, went over to a table and poured himself a congratulatory drink. Dustin stood up and ran from the studio, into the house, up the stairs to the right, and turned on the shower.

***

Damon, meanwhile, was thinking, "I've got another three days with these guys, before the Judge returns for his party. I can't use the dream rooms until the Judge is here. What the hell can I come up with to keep them entertained tomorrow"?

Chapter 16

The answer came almost immediately. "Much as I'd love to continue our jolly times, I'm sorry to tell you that I have urgent business to attend to tomorrow and for the following two days. But I will not miss for the world, the randy old Judge's party on Thursday. I will be here for that, most certainly."

Damon listened to this – in his opinion – good news from the lips of Hugh Gorman.

"Well, business is business," Damon replied, feigning disappointment and trying not to look to relieved.

"Same here," piped up Pyotr. "I have some pre-production discussions concerning my next film, and I must be there. However, my schedule is cleared for Thursday," he said, with a smirk.

"I'm assuming then, that Sam will be going with you?" Damon asked.

"Da."

Pyotr slipped into his native Russian from time to time.

Damon responded with what he hoped he was saying correctly, "Oy, kak zhal!."

Damon exhorted his friends to stay and drink and chat for the rest of the evening. Matty took hold of the plastic bucket and walked naked with it, following Dustin's path to the house and the bathroom.

Damon entertained his friends while the boys were absent, by showing them the photos he had taken of his new muse, Niki.

As usual, Hugh was the first to comment, "So this is your little confection? How positively charming. Loving those tighty-whities he has on. Any pictures of his bum hole?"

"Not yet," Damon said. "I've invited the little sweetie here on Thursday for his next photoshoot. You'll meet his dad. I knew him at college. You'll like him."

Hugh, "Is our new little bon-bon expecting to show his ass on Thursday?"

Damon, "Not expecting to, no," Damon replied, "But he will. Judge Rule will see to that."

"Oh, wonderful!," Hugh exclaimed, "I take it the Judge has one of his dream rooms in mind?"

"Indeed," Damon replied, "The class room."

"Lovely!" said Hugh, "In that case, I want the hospital room."

"What's your preference, Pyotr?" Damon asked.

"What else," Pyotr answered, "The audition room."

"Hal? What's yours?"

Hal replied with a flourish, "The ship captain's room. I'm in the mood for a cabin boy."

"I'll make sure all of them are prepared for you. What about you, Sam. Joining in the fun this time?"

"I suspect the Judge will want me to assist you and him in the class room when we film our new candy bar," Sam replied.

"No doubt. But you won't be filming all day," Damon remarked.

Sam again, "Alright. You've twisted my arm. I'll have the hostage room."

"Way to go!" Damon said loudly, "Didn't think you had it in you, you dark horse!"

Damon asked his friends to make their choice of boy for each 'activity'.

Hugh, "Well, if Niki is not available until later, I'm going to have Dustin."

Pyotr, "Little Willy. Who else would I choose?" Laughter broke out in the room.

Damon continued, "Hal. Who's your cabin boy going to be?"

"Sonny," Hal replied.

"And Sam?" Sam thought for a moment, then chose "Danny."

Damon wrapped it up by saying, "Well, Matty is retired from all that as from now, so if I get a chance after I've seen to the Judge, I'm going to do it on the bridge, in the star ship room, with Jimmy."

"Roll on Thursday, is all I can say," Hugh said. Loudly. He asked, "Where have the boys got to? I have a Dustin-shaped place ready for him on my lap."

***

Dustin was drying himself off when Matty arrived, bucket in hand. "Uurgh! Keep that away from me!" Dustin recoiled in disgust.

"Wanna wear this bucket as a hat?" Matty warned, jokingly. Matty poured some water into the bucket and then emptied, as best he could, its contents into the toilet. "That'll do. I'm not cleaning the bucket out," he said, as he flushed the cistern, "Damon can do that."

Matty looked at Dustin, "Out of my way, squirt. My turn for the shower."

Dustin flicked his towel at Matty. "Ow! That hurt!," Matty said.

Dustin laughed, and said in reply, "Not as much as my ass does!," as he hopped on one leg out of the bathroom, making a poor attempt at putting on a sock.

***

The men were reminiscing and regaling each other with tales about Judge Rule when the fully dressed boys came back into the studio. Hugh, while listening to one story, invited Dustin to sit in his ample lap. Dustin made sure he wriggled his bum as he settled into Hugh. Matty sat beside Damon, who took hold of Matty's hand and clasped it tightly.

Pyotr continued with his story, .".. And then the Judge looked at the defendant with one of his steely stares and told the poor sap he'd never make a living as a pimp again. Not unless he raised his prices!"

Hearty, drunken laughter all round. The merriment continued well into the night.

Chapter 17

Thursday. Kyle goes through his regular morning routine, and checks his phone for the latest news. Nicholas, or 'Niki', was his usual sluggish self in the early morning, dozing or staring into space as he automatically stirred the contents of the breakfast bowl with his spoon, turning the milk a chocolate color and flavor, with his favorite 'choccy pops' cereal.

Kyle snapped his fingers in front of Niki. "Come on, dream boy, wake up. Don't forget you're a professional model now, and you're going to earn a lot of money today."

The previous evening, Kyle had shown Niki how much he had earned so far, in his gigacoin account. He thought that might just be the kind of motivation Niki needed to get a move on this morning. Niki brightened up at the prospect of more cash. In fact, he hadn't been dozing, he'd been thinking about what he was going to spend his money on.

Kyle's phone chirruped: 'Carla' calling, "Hi, sweets. Everything OK?"

Kyle listened, then replied, "Three o'clock tomorrow. Yes, I'll be there to pick you up. No need for a cab. I've missed you. Love you, 'bye."

Kyle looked at Nicholas, "Your mum's flight arrives tomorrow at three. Excited?"

Nicholas nodded, with no great enthusiasm.

***

Thursday morning. 5 a.m. Judge Rule arrived at the house. Seventy-one years old. Slept like a baby on the private flight from the Philippines. His chauffeur had met him at the airport and driven him home. "Thank you, Martina. I won't be requiring your services any more today. You may take the car and enjoy a long weekend. I will see you again next Monday."

Martina bowed her head slightly and touched the peak of her cap, got back in the black limo and drove out along the gravel, past the blue sports car, out beyond the gates. The Judge poured himself a cognac – it was never too early – and sank into a large leather chair. He swirled the cognac around in a large balloon glass and raised it to his lips, took a mouthful, swilled it around and swallowed with a loud gulping sound. He then got up and checked that the Dream Rooms were all fit for purpose. Damon had done a good job, he thought; the Class Room had a boy's school uniform hanging up; black jacket, white shirt, red and gold tie, gray pants, white socks, black shoes. In the room he could see a whiteboard, a 'teacher's' desk and a pupil's desk, and a small bed. Pictures and posters adorned the walls, showing times tables, letters of the alphabet, children's art work.

The next Dream Room contained a hospital bed, thermometer, colonic irrigation equipment and a bedpan. "Hugh's room," the Judge guessed, wearily.

In the next room, a casting couch was the dominant feature. "Pyotr."

Room number three had to be Hal: Captain's chair. A Jolly Roger flag, and a small bed. Hal didn't need much in the way of props. Hal was the kind of man to get straight down to business.

The contents of room number four caused the Judge to consider who had ordered ropes, a blindfold, chains, and a metal contraption that looked like gallows, or something you hang meat from. Damon? Not his style. Anyway, Damon would be in the class room. Must be Sam. Interesting.

Lastly, the Judge looked in another room. "Ah, this has Damon's signature" – A space ship. He must be hoping for an extra-terrestrial encounter after class is over.

The Judge went upstairs for a change of clothes. He ruffled through his wardrobe and picked out his 'teacher's' outfit, laid it on the bed and started to remove his traveling clothes.

Once the Judge had changed, he tapped lightly on another upstairs door. Matty opened it. "Hello, Matty. Damon still asleep?"

"No. He's up. He's getting ready."

The Judge asked, although it seemed more like a command, "Would you both join me for breakfast?"

Matty smiled at the Judge and said "Yeah."

"Only when you're both ready. Don't rush. Oh, and it's 'yes', young man, not 'yeah'. I can see I'm going to have to give you some additional tuition: the sooner, the better," the Judge said, with the faint trace of a smile.

Damon appeared in the kitchen. Judge Rule was busy frying eggs and bacon. "Have a seat. It won't be long. Pour yourself some coffee."

Damon filled a cup. "Good to have you back. Did you have an enjoyable trip?" Damon asked.

"Yes, thank you. Most rewarding. Toast?"

"Er, no thanks, Judge. I'll have to go and get Dustin soon."

Judge, "He could have stayed here last night. Seems silly to have taken him back."

Damon, "I know, but I have to tread carefully with his mother. Anyway, she agreed that Tyler, I mean, Dustin, could spend today with me and Matty. I'm supposed to be taking the two of them to a sci-fi convention."

"Well, you are in a way. I take it the space ship dream room is yours?" the Judge surmised.

Damon smiled. "I'll have to take Matty with me, for appearances sake," he said, draining his coffee cup.

"Of course. Where is he, by the way?" asked the Judge.

"Toilet," replied Damon.

"Curse Hugh," said the Judge, "Every time I hear that word I think of him. Frightful."

Damon smiled again. Matty breezed into the kitchen and picked up a slice of toast.

"I hope you've washed your hands, young man," the Judge said. "Yeah… , I mean 'yes'," Matty looked at the Judge, who almost smiled, "That's better. Now, breakfast is ready."

"Aren't you having any?" Damon asked the Judge, as he'd only laid two places at the kitchen table.

"I've had mine," the Judge said, "And I will have another in a minute. Liquid keeps the brain lubricated."

"Don't you mean intoxicated?" Damon countered with a grin.

"Sausage?" said the Judge.

Matty sniggered and nearly choked on his toast.

After breakfast, Damon and Matty set off to collect Dustin. 6:30am. Judge Rule ran through the order of the day's events in his mind, beginning with, affectionately, The gruesome group of men. They should all be arriving soon, with the frightful Hugh. Why I put up with him I'll never know. Actually, yes I do know why, the Judge carried on with his train of thought, Our little guests should be here at eleven, after Niki and his father arrive at ten. Damon, Matty and Dustin should be back here by eight. Now… what was it I was supposed to do? Ah, yes, have another liquid breakfast.

The Judge pottered off to refill his glass, muttering to himself as he looked out the kitchen window, "Looks like it's going to be a lovely day for it."

Chapter 18

Seven-thirty. Judge Rule stood in the doorway of the house, framed by its Palladian columns. He had opened the gates and was expecting the first of his guests to appear round the corner. The tell-tale sound of wheels on gravel told him their arrival was imminent. A metallic red painted car steered into view. Three men got out. Judge Rule asked, "What have you done with Hal? I was expecting to see his SUV."

The Judge's question had been directed at Hugh, "He's gone to pick up the little darlings. Told all their parents it was a day out for them, starting with a tour of police headquarters, followed by a visit to a theme park," Hugh replied. "Judge," Hugh continued, "So good to see you. I've missed you. All the time you've been away, those bloody dream rooms of yours have been locked tight."

"Good to see you, too, Hugh," the Judge responded, "Ghastly, garrulous Gorman, the gourmet. Still serving up crap in those restaurants of yours?" The two men shook hands and walked into the house. Pyotr and Sam followed.

As the Judge served drinks, Damon, Matty and Dustin arrived. Hugh, "Hello Dustin. How's your bum today. Still sore from Hal's enormous walloper?" Dustin told him, "I think it needs a bit of treatment. I'm told you're the one to do it."

"That's my boy!," Hugh guffawed. "It's going to be a lovely day," the Judge said, "Let's all go into the garden at the back of the studio and get some invigorating air into our lungs."

***

Ten o'clock, almost to the second. A buzzer sounds. Damon presses a button to allow Kyle and Niki through the gates. Damon went to meet them. Kyle and Damon exchanged greetings.

"How's our little professional model this morning?" Damon asked Niki.

"I'm good," Niki said, looking over at Damon's car.

Damon and Kyle thought the same thing at the same time, "Let's hope he is."

Damon, "There's some people I'd like you to meet. They're all out the back."

Kyle passes by all the doors in the house he saw closed at his first visit; they were now all open. Kyle was only afforded a brief, sly glance in each room as Damon led them though the house quickly: Whiteboard. Hospital bed. Skull and Crossbones flag. Gallows? Flashing lights on a desk. Damon led them out of the house, into the studio, where Kyle noticed the number of boxes of 'My Little Dildos' had reduced somewhat. Kyle could see Matty through the glass windows, which were now fully open, and… was that Dustin? With hair like that, it had to be! Kyle saw three men, one of whom he recognized. Niki ran towards Matty and Dustin and started chatting with them.

Damon said to Kyle, "Allow me to introduce you, first, to… and you may be familiar with his TV cookery shows, Hugh Gorman."

"Pleased to meet you," said Kyle.

"Likewise," replied Hugh, "And I see you've brought us a rather splendid present!," he said, turning to look at Niki, eyeing the boy up and down. "He's delightful," Hugh uncustomarily whispered to Kyle.

"And this is Sam Nash, my right hand man, as it were."

Sam and Kyle acknowledged each other with a slight nod of their heads.

"This is Pyotr Orloff. He's a film director. You may be familiar with some of his films: The Battle for the Ship of Potemkin, From Ukraine, with Love and Vladivostock Night Fever."

"Yes, I've seen those," Kyle said.

Before Pyotr could ask Kyle what he thought about his films, Damon said, "And this is…"

Kyle interrupted, "Judge Rule."

"You already know each other?" Damon said, surprised.

"Indeed we do," the Judge said, "Well, Kyle, I knew you had a surrogate son, but I had no idea he would turn out to be the beautiful Niki, and I had no idea it would be you here today!"

"Small world," Kyle said, smiling.

"By the way," the Judge said quietly to Kyle, "Those small matters have been attended to."

"Pleased to hear it. I keep checking the news, but there hasn't been any reports as yet."

"All in hand, I assure you," Judge Rule said, close to Kyle's ear. The Judge addressed the gathering in a loud voice, "Now, all that's missing are our party pieces. Hal will be here soon. Then the party can begin."

***

Ten-fifty. Buzzer. Button pressed. A few minutes later, the noise of several children's voices could be heard coming from the studio. Hal led his little troupe into the garden. Each boy sought out their grown-up partner for the day and ran to hug them; Sonny, eleven, stayed by Hal's side. Danny, twelve, stood beside Sam. Little Willy, ten, beside Pyotr. Dustin stood in front of Hugh, who had his arms around the boy. Jimmy, twelve, went over to where Damon, Matty and the new boy, Niki, was standing. Damon gave Jimmy a shoulder hug, then said to Matty, "Take care of Jimmy for a moment, will you? I have to take Niki away for a little chat."

Damon led Niki back into the studio, back into the house, and into the 'Dream room, Class room'.

"OK, Niki," said Damon, "There's a special photo session for you today. Please change into the school uniform hanging there, and… it's important you put on what's in that little packet on the desk. Don't forget, put on what's inside that little packet. Then stay here and wait for me. Understood?"

Niki looked quizzically at Damon, but nodded anyway.

"Good boy. I know you might think you're missing all the fun, but you won't. Now remember, stay here until I come back."

Damon gave Niki a reassuring smile. Niki closed the door behind Damon, looked in the little packet and began to undress.

***

Kyle and the Judge, the only two without a boy on their arm, were engaged in conversation.

Kyle, "So this place is yours, not Damon's?"

"Yes," the Judge confirmed, "Damon finds it ideal for use as his studio and, I must admit, ideal for me."

"I can imagine," Kyle replied, "You have some interesting rooms in the main house."

The Judge replied, "And you, Damon and I are about to find out just how interesting. The others will follow later to their chosen rooms, after they have had a bit of fun here in the garden."

***

Damon and Sam gave a signal to the Judge that their filming equipment was ready. Judge Rule said to Kyle, "Excuse me for just a moment," and then addressed the gathering, "Everybody! May I have your attention, please! Damon and Sam are ready. All you boys, go and play, run around, use the climbing frame, the swings, help yourself to soft drinks and nibbles. But do it naked! Take your clothes off now boys, and have a good time!"

Chapter 19

Sam set the drone flying. Damon started recording with his video camera. All the boys stripped naked and placed their clothes in a pile in the studio. The boys then all ran back out to the garden and started playing. Damon followed Jimmy and Danny to the climbing frame. The two boys swung their bodies, hung upside down, spread their legs. Jimmy and Danny's genitals and ass holes were there for all to see. Sam piloted the drone to the swings; Little Willy swung to and fro, his little bottom sitting on the swing seat. Sonny found three water guns, filled with water – Damon thought of everything – Sonny handed one to Dustin and one to Matty. The three of them had a naked water fight, running around trying not to be soaked, but really wanting to be. The screams and squeals of delight was almost deafening. There were naked boy bodies everywhere. The adults looked on with amusement. All this activity was being streamed live to lucky customers.

When Damon concluded he'd got enough material recorded, he terminated the live stream, for the moment, and stopped recording. Damon gestured to Kyle and the Judge: Time to see Niki. The three men slipped away, leaving the others watching the nude show.

Judge Rule opened the door to the Class Room. Niki sat on the bed, dressed in the school uniform. Niki smiled when he saw Kyle enter the room with Damon. The Judge picked up a briefcase that had been standing just inside the door. Then he closed the door and locked it.

Damon spoke very softly to Niki, "Did you put on what you found in the packet?"

"Yes," Niki said softly, in return.

Damon praised Niki, "Good boy."

Niki was starting to look anxious and worried. Damon, turning on his video camera, tried to pacify the boy, "Don't look so worried. Everything will be fine if you do as you're told."

Damon pointed a finger at the Judge, "Just do what this man tells you to do. He is your teacher."

Damon started filming.

Judge Rule spoke to Niki, "Listen carefully, Niki. Every new Etoile Nouveau model boy goes through the same initiation process. Today, it's your turn. I am your teacher and I will instruct you in the ways of Etoile Nouveau. Do not try to resist or struggle. There are three of us and one, small, you."

Niki looked at Kyle, terrified, as if to say, Help me. Get me out of here.

Kyle looked on impassively.

"Now," the Judge continued, "I am going to inspect you, to make sure you have dressed your uniform according to school regulations."

The Judge moved towards Niki. As he did so, Niki moved back. "Do not resist, or you will be forced to comply," the Judge warned the frightened little boy. "Call me Sir," the Judge demanded. "What do you call me?"

"S-s-sir!," Niki said, as tears began to well up in his blue eyes.

"Now, now," said the Judge, "We'll have none of that nonsense."

Niki couldn't help it. Tears rolled down his face. "I don't like it," he blurted, "I want to go home."

The Judge told him, "Later. At this moment, you obey me. Say yes, sir."

"Y-yess, s-sir," Niki said in a broken voice.

"I'll allow you to calm down before I inspect your uniform. Sit down at your desk."

Niki dragged the chair away from under the desk and sat down. The Judge moved to the teacher's desk and placed the briefcase on the top. "Do you know why you have been brought to me?" the Judge asked Niki.

"N-no, sir," Niki said, sounding more composed.

"It's because you have been caught masturbating. What have you to say about that?" Niki looked nonplussed and embarrassed at the same time.

"Speak," said the Judge.

"I, I,… nor sir! I haven't," Niki said in blind panic.

"No you haven't what? Been caught? Been masturbating?"

Niki shook his head, "Neither," he replied.

"Well, I know different. You have been a naughty boy. Stand up."

Niki complied. The Judge gave a half smile and told Niki, "Masturbating is fine and natural. You were naughty in as much as you did it in secret. Here at Etoile Nouveau, it is compulsory to do it when people are watching."

Niki blinked several times. He was trying to process this information in his ten year old brain.

"Now, Niki, you are going to let me inspect your uniform. Come to the front of my desk and turn around to face the class. Stand still."

Niki couldn't do anything but stand still, he was frozen and rooted to the spot. The Judge moved in front of Niki, and placed a hand under his chin. "Look up," the Judge instructed. Judge Rule, or 'sir', studied Niki's face: fresh, clean, smelling of cocoa butter and vanilla. Niki's nose was small and perfectly contoured. His brown hair covered his forehead in a fringe and covered the top half of his ears. His hair at the back reached down to the nape of his neck. 'Sir', was captivated by Niki's bluer than blue eyes. 'Sir' placed his hands on both Niki's shoulders. "Jacket straight. Tie is straight. Shirt is clean and ironed. Belt buckle is in front."

'Sir' removed his hands from Niki's shoulders, placed his hands on his own hips, and looked further down, "Pants properly creased. Shiny shoes. Well done, Niki. Very presentable."

Niki looked relieved. "However," 'sir' continued, "There is such a thing as being too presentable. I think we need to rectify that."

Niki looked worried again. 'Sir' moved back to the teacher's desk and opened the briefcase. He looked inside and brought out two pairs of large, tailor's scissors. He gestured to Damon, "One for you, one for me."

At this point, there was a knock at the door.

"It's Sam," the voice said from the outside. The Judge unlocked the door, Sam entered the room, and the Judge locked the door again. "Your party guests are all watching the TV screen in the studio, watching the live stream from this room, and it's now live on the website. I think you need my assistance in here," Sam said, addressing Damon.

Damon handed the video camera to Sam, who continued to record. The Judge turned his attention back to Niki and positioned himself on the boy's left side, scissors in hand. Damon positioned himself on Niki's right side, scissors in hand. The Judge continued where he left off, "I think some alterations need to be made to your uniform. Take off your jacket, Niki."

Niki thought about pleading with the Judge to let him go. It was obvious to him that was not going to be an option. Niki removed his jacket. "Good boy," said the Judge, "Now, remove your belt and untuck the shirt from your pants."

Niki looked at all three men in turn, hoping one of them would say "enough," and make this nightmare stop. No such luck. Niki did as he was told. The Judge and Damon took hold of Niki's shirt either side of him, and started to cut the material with the scissors, working their way up to the sleeves. When they had reached the armpits, they stopped, then proceeded to cut off the shirt buttons, one by one. The Judge loosened the tie around Niki's neck. Niki was ordered to hold his arms out. The Judge and Damon cut the underside of the shirt sleeves, through the cuffs. Damon then started cutting the shirt collar off, leaving Niki's tie in place. Finally, the tops of the shirt arms were cut, until the rags fell to the floor. Niki stood still, with his arms out, topless, except for a school tie. The Judge ran his hands over Niki's bare top half, front and back, examining the boy.

The Judge stepped back, moved to face Niki, and issued another order, "Bring your arms down. Now, take off your shoes."

Chapter 20

Niki removed his shoes. Judge Rule picked them up and placed them on the 'teacher's' desk. The Judge returned to Niki to face him. Damon stood by Judge Rule's side, facing Niki. Judge Rule ordered Niki to stand on the desk. Without saying a word, both Damon and the Judge took hold of the bottom of Niki's pants at the front, and started to cut their way up with the scissors, following the crease. Niki's legs began to show; knees, then the upper parts. The Judge stopped near the waist of Niki's pants and spoke to Damon, "Is that… why, yes it is! Damon, that was very thoughtful of you. Niki is wearing a white thong!" Damon smiled, "I told Niki to put them on especially. I knew you would appreciate that."

Judge Rule replied, "Indeed I do. Thank you, Damon. Nice touch."

The Judge and Damon continued to cut away, until the waist had been hacked through, and Niki's pants dropped down on to the desk. Judge Rule gathered the remnants and put them on top of the shirt fragments, "We'll cut these items of clothing into smaller squares and offer them for sale on the website. Later. For the moment, we have more pressing matters."

Niki stood on the desk with just a loosened tie around his neck, white socks and a white thong. Niki put his hands in front of him, feeling somewhat embarrassed. "Take your hands away from your front. Put your hands on your head."

Niki reluctantly did so. The reason became clear. It was evident Niki was erect inside the thong. The Judge told Niki to turn around, keeping his hands on his head. Both Damon and the Judge feasted their eyes on the most perfect, firm and rounded bottom cheeks. The Judge put a hand between Niki's legs at the calf and ran his hand up Niki's thigh, then placed his hand on one of Niki's buttocks. The Judge felt the smoothness and softness of Niki's cheek. He squeezed it and rubbed it. Niki's cheek wobbled slightly. Damon followed the Judge's lead and did the same with Niki's other leg and cheek.

"Turn around again, Niki," the Judge instructed.

Niki faced his tormentors. The Judge and Damon took hold of the thin waist band of the thong either side of Niki, and cut it through. The thong, released of its tension, dropped down at the front, revealing Niki's four-inch [10 cm], long, slender, uncut, erect penis. Below that were two small, tight little balls. The back of the thong remained embedded between Niki's clenched cheeks; the rest hanging between Niki's legs.

"I love little balls like that; not hanging down or swinging like pendulums," the Judge commented. The Judge fondled Niki's little balls, then took hold of Niki's erection. The Judge jerked Niki's penis for a moment, then stood back, took hold of the hanging thong and slid it away from Niki's crack. "Turn around again, Niki," the Judge said. Niki, still with his hands on his head, did as he was told. The Judge placed his hands on Niki's two bottom cheeks and said to Damon, "Are you ready for the big reveal?"

"Go for it," Damon replied.

The Judge parted Niki's cheeks. Damon could see what he had really hoped to: Niki's hole was a lovely, fresh, virginal pink. "Let's have a closer look," the Judge said. "Niki, kneel down on the desk and go on all fours."

Niki took his hands down from his head and assumed the position. Niki's wonderful ass was on show: a fully open, perfect gem of a pink hole, set in the middle of two, perfect ass cheeks. Damon and the Judge stared at it for several minutes. So did Kyle. So did Sam's camera. So did the rest of the audience in the studio, watching the live stream. So did Platinum VIP customers around the globe.

The Judge then placed both hands on Niki's open bottom and moved his cheeks around, watching the pink hole change its shape as he did so. Judge Rule then said to Niki, "You're doing very well, my boy. Now, stay where you are."

The Judge rummaged around in the briefcase once again and produced a brightly colored box. The Judge unwrapped the packaging and held in his hand a 'My Little Butt Plug'.

"Such a delicate little boy. We don't want to hurt him too much."

Niki had a look of horror on his face and started to move.

"Stay still," boy. I'll take it slow," the Judge said.

Niki thought, Take what slow?

The Judge dipped into the briefcase again and produced a lubricant; he smeared some on the 'My Little Butt Plug' and then applied some to Niki's pink hole. Niki reacted with a twitch throughout his whole body.

"Stay still," the Judge said again. The Judge introduced the butt plug into Niki's rectum and, very slowly, inserted it. Niki grimaced. "There. It's in. It will stay in your little rump for a while. We need to stretch your, as yet, unused little hole."

The Judge issued a new instruction to Niki, "Now, I want you to come off the desk and put yourself on the bed. Slowly and carefully. Keep that plug in your bottom."

Niki did as he was told. Fear had rendered him incapable of speech.

"Lay on your back, with your legs in the air."

Niki again followed instructions. Niki watched as the Judge and Damon started removing their clothes.

Hugh, watching the large screen in the studio, commented, "Lovely. A pretty pink butt plug for a very pretty pink bum hole."

The Judge and Damon, now both naked, laid on the bed and flanked the trembling boy. Damon put his ear to Niki's chest, "His heart is racing!," he said.

The Judge caressed Niki's face and looked into those blue eyes. "Don't worry. You will learn to like this," he said softly. The Judge moved in for a kiss. "Open your mouth, Niki," the Judge said.

Niki opened his mouth. The Judge placed his lips on Niki's and forced his tongue inside. The Judge took hold of Niki's head to stop him struggling, and kept his mouth clamped like a limpet to Niki's. Niki could feel Judge Rule's tongue touching his own, and the inside of his mouth; I don't like it, he thought to himself.

Damon started to suck on Niki's nipple, then flicking his tongue over it. Niki managed a "Unngghh!" noise. Damon continued his assault on Niki's nipple, while sliding his hand down Niki's body and taking hold of Niki's still erect penis. Damon stroked Niki's inner thighs, then played with Niki's little balls, then returned to stroking Niki's erect cock: all four inches [10 cm] of it. The Judge had unclamped himself from Niki's mouth and started nibbling his ear. Damon moved his head down to Niki's penis and began flicking his tongue on, and around, the little boy's shaft and tip. Damon then took Niki's penis in his mouth and commenced sucking, with "tthhhrrrppp" and "ssssllllpppp" noises. Niki felt wet on his lips, his ear, his nipple, and now his cock, and that thing in his backside was beginning to ache.

The Judge got up from Niki's side and off the bed. He said to Damon, "For all your hard work, arranging my party, and for looking after the place while I've been away, I think it only right and proper that you should have first crack. Don't you agree, Kyle?"

Kyle, who had been witnessing all, agreed, "I have had the pleasure of seeing his body from the age of eight until now. Damon can now savor that moment. I'm happy to wait in line."

"Very magnanimous," the Judge said, "I admire your restraint. Can't have been easy, particularly having that witch Carla around. Damon, he's all yours."

Damon acknowledged the Judge's and Kyle's generosity, then kissed and licked and sucked the area between Niki's raised and open legs. Niki squirmed, closed his eyes, and to his surprise, began to enjoy the experience. He felt a weird sensation in his lower parts as Damon returned to suck his cock. Damon suddenly stopped and raised Niki's legs higher. Damon carefully removed the butt plug from Niki's pink hole. Damon studied Niki's little bum and boy cunt. Damon raised himself on top of Niki, and, like a guided missile, his cock found its target. Damon gently eased his dick into Niki's rectum. Niki gasped and put his hands out rigidly on Damon's chest, trying to stop this invasion. Damon was too strong for Niki to put up much of a fight. Niki could feel Damon's cock slowly making progress into his cavity. Damon started slowly to pump. Niki now had his eyes open wide, as was his mouth, as was his legs, as was his boy pussy. Right from the first time he had seen Niki, Damon had hoped Niki's bum hole would be pink, and that he would be the first to sample its delights. Damon silently praised Matty, Kyle and the Judge for bringing this boy 'bon-bon', as Hugh had described him, into his life as he began to thrust further into Niki's no longer virgin ass hole.

You are my bum boy. You are my catamite, Damon thought to himself as he continued to fuck the brains out of Niki. I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk for a week, Damon continued to think privately. Damon pounded and pounded the helpless creature until he could feel the penile equivalent of Mount Vesuvius about to erupt. Damon couldn't hold it back. He withdrew from Niki's back passage and cum exploded onto Niki's hole and between Niki's open legs. Niki lay there, dazed. Damon got off the bed, wiped his dick with a tissue, then wiped Niki's nether regions.

As Niki laid lank on the bed, he was glad to see Kyle's face coming towards him. Kyle will free him of his predicament, he thought, until he realized Kyle was naked and displaying an erection. Kyle got on the bed, and whispered in Niki's ear, "Now it's my turn."

Two years of frustration had built up in Kyle. Kyle was about to release that pent up pressure. Kyle took Niki's legs, raised them, parted them, and pushed his penis into Niki's ass hole. Niki began to cry. "Ssssshhh!," said Kyle. "You've enjoyed me patting and rubbing your bottom for so long. Now I'm going to fuck your bottom."

Kyle was relentless; he rammed home his cock and kept ramming. He was a man possessed.

Kyle reached his climax and spread his seed all over Niki's face. The residue on his penis he ordered Niki to lick off. Niki meekly did so. Kyle got off Niki and the bed. Niki had no emotions left. Niki thought he would now be left alone, as Judge Rule unlocked the dream room door. Waiting on the outside, Pyotr and Hal walked in, took hold of the tie Niki was still wearing around his neck, lifted Niki off the bed and marched him out, feet not touching the ground, through the house and into the studio, followed all the way by Sam and his camera.

Chapter 21

Hal and Pyotr set the boy down on his feet in the studio. Hal ordered Niki to remove his socks. Niki did so. Hal took hold of Niki's tie and pulled on it, forcing Niki to follow. Hal led Niki out into the garden, as if he was parading a prize heifer at a livestock show. Hugh and the naked boys cheered and applauded as Hal and Niki emerged into the sunlight.

"Here's our latest fuck toy," Hugh bellowed above the din. Hal asked to borrow a water gun from Danny and aimed it at Niki's body. "Got to wash away all that cum," Hal said.

Niki, still in a state of shock, viewed the scene; water being squirted at his body by Hal, all the other boys, nude, looking at Niki and cheering. Hugh, morbidly obese, naked, and playing with his penis. Sam, video recording Niki's humiliation. A towel robe was brought forth, but instead of placing it around Niki, Matty just used it to dry Niki's wet body. Matty then dropped the robe on the grass.

Hal hushed the baying gathering and said, "Our new young friend, here," Hal stood behind Niki and put his hands on Niki's shoulders, "Has been found to be playing with himself in secret. That is against our code, isn't it, boys?" Everyone shouted in agreement. Hal continued, "Niki will now masturbate so all of us can see."

Niki's humiliation was complete. He knew he had to pleasure himself in front of everyone. He started to play with his penis.

"My God! He may be a little squit of a thing, but that cock of his! Very impressive!," Hugh said, loudly as usual.

Niki continued to play, and to his surprise, realized he was giving himself an involuntary stiffy. The masculine audience cheered. Hal put his hands on Niki's shoulders once again and turned the boy around slowly, to allow a good look at Niki's stiff cock from all sides. Niki began tentatively to smile at the ridiculousness of it all, even though his ass hurt like hell.

Damon, Kyle and the Judge had, by this time, entered the studio. Before they joined the others, they started a conversation.

Damon to Kyle, "So, how is it you know the Judge?"

Kyle looked at the Judge, confirming it was okay to tell his story. The Judge nodded, "Go ahead. Damon can be trusted."

Kyle to Damon, "My recruitment business. Judge Rule engaged my services to find a chauffeur, after the previous one left his employ. We got talking and realized we had a lot in common. But I had never been to the Judge's house before. The address he gave me for all business transactions was one in the city, which is why I didn't make the connection when I first came here with Nicholas, er, 'Niki'. The Judge was delighted with the woman I selected as his chauffeur. Over a little time, Judge Rule and I discovered a lot about each other. I helped the Judge in many other matters which I won't go in to now. I happened to mention my situation with Carla and Niki. As you know, Damon, I met Carla through an online dating service. We arranged to meet, got on well, and I was introduced to her son. When I first saw those blue eyes of his, I was hooked."

"Tell me about it!," Damon concurred.

"For me," Kyle continued, Carla was a means to an end. The Judge understood this. It soon became apparent to me that Carla was not all she appeared to be: vain, selfish and talentless. No wonder her first husband left her. The money she received from the divorce settlement, she put into setting up a fashion label. Trouble was, she had no talent as a designer at all, it was a vanity project. 'Carla' may have been the name on the label, but her designs were awful. There was a real chance of her business going under, with piles of debt. Another thing Carla was useless at was business and finance.

"I brought in an 'employee' from my agency, who really did have talent and needed a break. This 'employee' had studied at art school and had just graduated. I offered her a position, giving her free reign to come up with her own designs, and a brief to turn around the fortunes of the 'Carla' brand. I would take over the promotion and business side of things. Carla remained a figurehead, nothing more.The 'employee' designed in secret. As far as the fashion world was concerned, it was Carla who had created all these incredibly successful designs. Carla reveled in the spotlight. She neglected me, Niki, the 'employee', her home, everything. It was Carla who received the plaudits and invites to meet anyone who was anyone. Carla's latest invite was to a trade fair in Manila, which she thought hilarious: going to what she described as a 'third-rate' country, and exposing them to 'real class', referring to herself, of course. For appearances sake, I kept up the charade of a happy home. She had no idea how much I grew to loathe her. The only reason to stay with her was my access to Niki, spending a lot of time with him, and making sure our designer 'employee' was kept happy and well paid. I'm keeping the identity of this 'employee' to myself, lest anyone try to poach her.

"I have a contract with her to keep quiet about who actually designs the 'Carla' brand. I have promised her that she will have all the recognition she truly deserves, somehow. Judge Rule told me he could help. The Judge is a frequent visitor to the Philippines, and has connections there. He would organize his next trip to coincide with Carla's. The Judge made arrangements to ensure that Carla would not be returning from Manila. I keep looking at the news, waiting for, well, news," Kyle said.

The Judge interrupted, "Carla, as we speak, is on her way to the airport in a hired self-drive car. She won't arrive. The explosive charge will be detonated soon. If I may, Kyle, I'll give Damon the full picture."

"Please do, Kyle said.

The Judge continued, "On the tragic death of Carla, arrangements are already in place for Kyle to take over fully the 'Carla' brand name. The 'employee' will be recognized as the true talent behind the designs, and Kyle will become Niki's legal guardian. And Niki will become a valued and highly prized member of Etoile Nouveau. It has already been proved how popular Niki has become with our clients in such a short while."

"Which reminds me," Damon said, completely unshocked by what he had just heard. "I'm going to take a look at the website, to see just how much interest has been generated by Niki's initiation ceremony."

Damon brought his laptop to life, "Fuck!," he exclaimed, "Rave reviews, masses of gigacoins. I think we can safely say a new star has been born in the firmament!"

"Time, then, I think, for Niki's final part of the show," the Judge said. The three men walked out to the garden and joined the others in the party. Niki stood naked, except for the tie, proudly displaying a huge boner. The Judge went over to Niki, removed the tie, looked at his little body, and remarked, "Beautiful."

Niki became alarmed all over again when the Judge decreed, "To the stocks with him!"

Hal and Pyotr grabbed hold of Niki's arms and carried him to what were indeed, stocks. Niki's head was placed in them, followed by his hands. The stocks were then secured. Hugh meandered round to the back of the stocks and viewed Niki from behind. Hugh began to sing, loudly, to a familiar tune. Not knowing the words fully, he made them up, as only Hugh could, "Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, oh boy, bum, bum, bum, bum, oh boy.".. Hugh parted Niki's legs, played with Niki's balls and stroked Niki's cock. Hugh's face was close to Niki's ass. "Bum, bum, bum, bum, oh boy," he continued. Hugh took hold of Niki's ass cheeks, spread them apart and feasted on Niki's pink hole.

Niki was finally released. Initiation ceremony over. There was a break in filming while all the party ate and drank. Sam started filming again. Judge Rule announced that, "The Dream Rooms are open. Dildos at the ready! Go and have your fun with your chosen boy. Each room will have the events captured by the cameras, and will be available to download. The clients can make their choice of which fantasy they would like to be part of… maybe all of them?"

Kyle checked the news on his phone once again, "A tragic, terrible accident had occurred in Manila. The charred remains of fashion icon 'Carla' had been recovered from the wreckage. More details to follow."

Kyle thought to himself, Clothes by Carla. Killed by Kyle.

The End