For dexwebster: "Justin/JC, with JC as a fetish photographer."

"Chris, drop your left shoulder. Justin, more rapture, less boredom." JC slid down to his knees to get a better angle and lifted the camera in his hands. "No, no, Chris, I need you to figleaf him better. We're aiming for the soft-core market. You're making him suffer, but only because he wants to. Come on, come on, I'm not feeling it."

"I look ludicrous in black leather," Chris muttered, but dropped his left shoulder as requested. "I just really don't think that this is going to be anywhere near as hot as you think it is, Chasez."

"And which one of us is the award-winning photographer and which is the mouthy model?" JC snapped. "Just trust me. I called you for this shoot because I'm willing to put Justin in your hands. For the camera, at least. Come on, you can't honestly tell me that you haven't wanted to get your hands on him."

"Unposed, you control freak," Chris snapped back, and yanked at the chain of the nipple clamps. Justin hissed and whimpered, and the boredom fled from his face as he dropped his head back and let his eyes slit shut.

"Yes," JC said. "Like that. Oh, sweet God, just like that." He snapped another five exposures in rapid succession. Justin's eyes peeked out at him from behind his lashes, promising revenge later on, once Chris was gone.

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