My name is Evan Carter and I am a boy. I am twelve years old and I want to tell you about what happened to me on my job. Let me start at the beginning. When I was eight years old my mom dragged me shopping for school clothes. I got to fooling around and posing up against some mannequins when she was making me walk around in some outfits. She and the clerk started laughing and I did some silly walking up and down on the carpet.

My mom used to be a model before she got too old and had me, and she recognized the guy who came up and gave her a card, saying he was interested in me. My mom told me he was a big shot fashion modeling agency guy and I should be very impressed. I was kind of happy. Who doesn't like to think they are good looking.

We went to a building and I showed off in front of a camera and I was hired. Let me set some stuff straight. No, it is not like Zoolander. Yes, they have taken pictures of me naked but that was only for sizing purposes. No, I don't get to keep the clothes. And finally No, I don't make millions and millions of dollars. Oh, I do make much better money then mowing lawns, collecting bottles, or a paper route, but not millions. If they use me in a local store ad brochure I can earn about $150 for four hours work. If it is for a national magazine I can earn that in an hour. Not bad money for twelve years old but it is not all fun and games. I have to keep my hair cut and styled in just a certain way that they want and I must follow a certain diet and exercise package. My mom makes me do all that between shoots.

The thing I didn't like the most is the baths. When you get to be eleven or so you really don't want your mom giving you a bath. Especially if that bath includes volcano pumice, and soaks in a slurry of guava, or aloe and mango pulp, and it finishes with your mom giving you a front and back massage with 'fragrant essential oils' and telling you your completely embarrassing boner is 'natural'. Another thing they don't tell you about being a boy model is the pills. In addition to the vitamins and diet supplements I take, I have to limit the water I drink and take water pills, or what I call 'pee-pee all the time pills' for a few days before a shoot. A full bladder makes you look fat, don't you know, and being thirsty makes your muscles look bigger. Then there is the day of the shoot. Other then quick one off cheapo shoots, I have to take a 'happy' pill before we start.

I don't know what the happy pills are, but they make you feel weird. Nothing bothers you. You find it easy to do whatever they say, but you can't think. Most shoots are a blur of doing exactly what they tell you to do and standing still and staring off into space during set ups. Most of the other boy models like the happy pills but I don't. I want to be an astronaut when I grow up and you can't study at all after a shoot.

Enough about me, Let me tell you what happened. My mom got a call about a big event that could make me a fashion world star. It was not a photo shoot but I would be an actor in a real wedding, no lines to learn or say, all I had to do was walk around. Better then that, it paid over $3000 for less then 24 hours of work. It did involve me spending the night in a five star hotel but mom could not go. I think she said 'yes' just to stop me from jumping up and down. She was making me choose between a BMX bike and a video camera equipped quad copter drone for my birthday and now with this money I could have both.

We arrived at the studio on the day and I was surprised to see Devon Forth there. Devon, like me is a boy model, but he does mostly swim suit stuff. I do mostly underwear so we rarely meet. He is a dick. Every time we meet he tells me how important he is and that he has posed for a national magazine cover. Big hairy deal, he has only been doing this three years and I have been doing it four.

Mr. Tim, the man who discovered me, makes us say good-byes to our moms and escorts us to a limousine. As we drive along he tell us that this gig involves us being angels and carrying lightweight drapes down an aisle. He tells us that we will only be wearing small swimsuits and we will have to be wearing body paint for the job. Shit, we will earn that three grand. Body paint is a bitch to work with. You can't touch anything or let anything touch you without making a mess and screwing up the paint. Plus it is hot and gets itchy when it dries.

Mr. Tim tells us the groom is a super rich foreign Arab dude and the bride is one of the foremost fashion designers from New York. He says that if we do a good job we can almost write our own tickets in the modeling world. All that and we get paid!

Mr. Tim asks if we want to share a room at the hotel and we both say 'no' loudly and at the same time. I am impressed with my room. It is super nice, it even include a super comfy robe to keep, and I can have anything I want from the mini-bar after the wedding.

The rehearsal that afternoon is in the bathing suit costume but without the paint. I take it patiently when some of the old lady relatives of the bride and groom gush over how cute we are. Devon and I each carry a plastic pole painted silver with a cross bar on top. The white fabric Tulle embedded with little shiny stones and flowers is hung across from the crosspieces. The bride walks beneath this canopy as we walk with her down the aisle and we have to hold it over the heads of the minister and bride and groom during the ceremony. It is not too heavy and we can carry it easily. The swimsuits are not much. More a gold colored loincloth then a speedo bikini bottom but as skimpy as they are, they still don't satisfy the wedding party. They keep telling us to fold and tuck the front piece to make it smaller and reveal more. After carrying that stupid tulle covered arch up and down the aisle three times, Devon does something stupid. They have told him twice to keep the rear fabric of his loin-cloth up into the crack of his ass and to tuck the front piece better around his stuff and show more when he says, "Like this?" and walking across the aisle, rips my loin-cloth right off, and leaves me there all naked in front of everyone.

I stand very still in the position I was told to be in. I am a professional and don't care if they can see my stuff. Devon will take the heat for this outburst, not me. And out burst there is, but not like I expected. The little old ladies polish their glasses to see me better. I notice several of the groom's men can't keep their eyes off me. Mr. Tim, the wedding planner, the bride, and the groom, all huddle with hard whispers and much hand waving. Finally Mr. Tim walks up to Devon and he rips the suit off him too. He says, "It is now $4500 for both of you, and if you ever pull a stunt like that again you are fired." So now I get to be nude and in a high fashion wedding.

Mr. Tim makes sure we don't eat much at the rehearsal dinner and I know we are due an enema in the morning. No shits or farts will ruin our performance. We had two water pills that day and will have another in the morning. Devon bitches but I don't, this is pretty standard for a big photo shoot. Everybody in the wedding party went out of their way to thank us and they treated us well. Even though I was dressed in my suit and tie, I could still feel some of the people looking at me funny.

Wedding morning began at six AM with a set up crew I didn't know. The head guy was funny. He was a stereotype homosexual, a flamboyant dresser and acting all swishy and over-the-top. He made me laugh and not be nervous when he gave me my enemas and was extra nice when he applied the gold body paint. When he was painting my penis, I didn't mean too, but I got kinda hard. He laughed when I got all apologetic and said he had so many of them in his mouth that one more didn't matter; even one as nice as mine. He finished up by giving us our first Happy pill of the day.

He talked to Mr. Tim and he authorized a buzzer. Both Devon and I were startled when we realized that the other guy knew what a buzzer is. I guess we both thought we were the only one. A buzzer is a little egg shaped thing that they shove up your butt. There is a very thin, flesh colored antenna thing that sticks out. If you start to get a boner Mr. Tim pushes a button and, ZAP, you get a shock like a punch in the stomach. Boner goes down, stays down, after that – guaranteed!

Every part of my body from hairline to feet was painted gold. The queer guy also brushed gold flecks into my hair and made my eyelashes a thick black. Both Devon and I have long blond wavy hair and they made it look really nice. I was finished off with a bright silver ring in my hair as a halo. The large white wings they glued to my back were a pain, literally. First they are glued to my shoulder blades with only small almost invisible wires to my thin white collar around my neck to help support them. The collar is closed in front with a shiny red ruby heart shaped thing. The wings aren't that heavy but my skin doesn't like to be pulled down and stretched. As okay as I am about being a model and all, I would not like my friends seeing me all naked and costumed like that.

The wedding was long and boring and Devon and I did our jobs perfectly. We were given our second happy pill just before the ceremony started. I got zapped once for a developing a boner and from Devon's facial grimaces I would say he was zapped three times. He glared at me when I almost laughed at his discomfort. We attended the reception wearing our nice robes after the gay guy got our wings off first. Did you know ether will dissolve Super Glue? Good to know.

We ate and drank like crazy now that we were able and had a good time. One bride's maid made me slow dance with her and we got a lot of laughs at my embarrassment when she opened my robe to dance pressed against just me. They had taken that buzzer thing out of our asses by that time but I could have used that buzzer several times during that dance. She would pull away from me every few minutes so everyone could see my front and my stiffy. It was embarrassing.

After the bride and groom left, Mr. Tim came to us and told us we had to shower off all of the gold paint before we went back to our rooms. He said we could use the big showers in the hotel gym that was now closed. We had a full day and were happy to do this. As I said, dry body paint itches.

I don't remember who started it. They had given us this liquid body soap that contains lanolin and aloe and some oils that are supposed to get paint off skin. We were told we were the only people there and we had to wash each other in places we couldn't reach ourselves. I grabbed Devon's arm while getting his back and laughed that we were as greasy as greased pigs while making oinking noises. He took offense to this and the next thing we know we are wrestling like a couple of little kids.

We were not playing, at least I wasn't. His dicking around made us go naked in public and everyone was laughing at us. I had an electrocution thing in my butt! We were covered in that gold paint removing stuff and were so greasy it made even punching hard to do. It didn't stop us from trying to crush each other but we mostly twined together like snakes having sex. I don't know how long we fought but we both stopped when we heard the locked door to the shower area open and close.

It was the groomsmen and they were drunk, rowdy, and not wearing their tuxedos any more. We separated as one of them laughed and said the video of us wrestling naked and greasy was the high point of the whole day. He pointed toward the far walls near the ceiling and I felt cold when I saw the camera lenses there. I heard Devon actually sob from beside me.

The men told us that we had been given to them by the groom and copies of the video of us showering and wrestling were being given to anyone who wanted a copy as wedding presents. I was even more shocked when Devon pleaded that they should rape me because he gave great blowjobs and I was a virgin. I didn't know what to say when they shoved me against the wall and tied my hands over my head to a showerhead.

They would grab me by the hair and hold my face up to the shower stream if I fought back and it was like I was drowning. When the fight would go out of me, whoever had me would use his cock to rape me in the ass. The men were laughing and speaking Arabic over who would get to rape me next.

After awhile they let me down and tied Devon in my place. Devon, the dick, was crying and screaming that he had given the best blowjobs he could and they promised to rape me and not him. I remembered that they had not promised this and hated Devon even more. It didn't stop them and they splashed streams of water in his face until he just stood there as man after man raped him. Other men tried to get me to give them blowjobs, but I had never done this before and they beat me with belts when I didn't do it right.

Mr. Tim and that gay guy came in after they left us crying on the shower floor and gave us our third happy pill of the day. We let them wash any remaining paint off us and they put us in our robes to take us up to our rooms. I propped a chair under the doorknob in order to get to sleep that night but spent most of the night crying when the happy pill wore off.

We were quiet when Mr. Tim gave us the limo ride back to the studio. He told us we should not talk about what happened, as we would be fired and the videos of both the wedding and the shower scene would be made public. The groom had given us $5000 each and the bride said she would use us to show off her clothing line if we just played along. I agreed as long as I didn't have to work with Devon again.

The End