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Embarrassed, yet feeling like the cock of the walk, Atlas quipped, “Just call me a unicorn!”

Hawk studied him for a moment and answered, “Yes, I think I will. Okay, for the next set of props we are moving to a more serious level. Ready unicorn?”

Atlas rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t serious about the unicorn.”

Hawk laughed. “I was.” Leaving no room for argument, Hawk gathered up the items for the next scene. “Since you’ve never done this before, things are going to feel and seem weird. If it gets to be too uncomfortable, physically or mentally, tell me immediately.” Hawk said as he walked toward Atlas, holding some pale blue leather cuffs with metal rings attached and the infamous blue rope they’d discussed earlier. “The cuffs go on your wrists and the rope will make several wraps around your cock and then will be tied to the cuffs. When I’m finished, your hands will be restrained in front of you, in line with your cock. Sound too terrifying?”

“Not at all.” Atlas lied. He was terrified, but mostly that his cock would erupt the second Hawk’s hands touched him. He was that hot for this man—this man that already had a partner. Hell, as far as he knew, they were married. No rings, but that didn’t mean anything.

“This is art to me, Atlas. If I compliment you, will you be offended?” Hawk asked as he locked one of the wrist bands around Atlas’ right hand.

Fuck, Atlas would literally beg for a compliment from Hawk. Before long, he would be following him around like a puppy or kitten. “No, not at all. Everybody loves compliments, right?”

The other wrist band snapped shut. “You have a beautiful cock. Long but not too thick. Beautiful veins.”

The rope started winding around Atlas’ cock, causing him to suck in a breath. He dug his fingernails into his thighs to try and distract himself from the wave of pleasure that threatened to take over and consume him. Atlas looked down to see Hawk’s fingers working magic with the rope. It wasn’t simply wound around his cock, there were knots on each side before the blue nylon slipped into the metal rings attached to the cuffs on his wrists.

Hawk had worked quickly and efficiently and didn’t appear to be the least bit distracted by the fact that he’d just handled and roped another man’s package…hard package. While Atlas, on the other hand, seemed to be burning from the inside out. Sweat dripped from his forehead, slipped down his face, and coated his upper lip. He swiped at the sweat and desperately tried to think of the most horrible thoughts he could conjure—anything to distract his mind for the eroticism around him.

“Gorgeous—just like Ambrose and I knew you would be. I’m taking the photos now. Spread your legs as wide as possible. I need to have your balls in the shot, too. Now, just relax and let me work my magic.”

Fuck, if Hawk didn’t call what he’d just done to Atlas ‘working magic’, Atlas couldn’t imagine what else there could be. He kept his eyes closed, head bowed, and imagination running amok. He could hear Hawk moving around, the camera’s continuous clicking, but in his mind, Hawk was bending him over, positioning his ass in the air, and pounding into him. His breathing hitched. Heat flooded his veins as his mind created the carnal images of Hawk’s huge dick sliding in and out of his tight hole. His heart pounded harder with each powerful thrust.

There was no stopping it. Cum shot from his cock. Loads of cum. He bit down on his bottom lip to keep from screaming. He was ashamed…and exhilarated. The camera continued to click. Hawk continued to move. There might be ringing in Atlas’ ears after his explosive orgasm, but he could still hear that Hawk’s breathing had changed as well. Atlas may have ruined the shot and they might end up doing it all over again, but Hawk didn’t sound disappointed, he sounded aroused.

Atlas opened his eyes and watched as Hawk continued moving the camera around and snapping photos. His eyes, once again, had the predatory look to them. Atlas found that he enjoyed that look very much. Very much, indeed.

“Sorry. I think I shouldn’t have done that, huh?” Atlas commented quietly.

“Cum? Absolutely, you should! Cum shots are sexy as hell. Ambrose will be well beyond pleased when he sees what we got with that one pose.” He finally set the camera down and jogged over to grab a towel to clean Atlas up with. “We’ll focus on a few chest shots with the leather harnesses and then turn the eye of the camera on your gorgeous ass before we go back to any more ropes. It looks like those will be difficult as hell…for both of us. Watching you lose it like you did? With no touching or kinky talk? Trust me, it tested my professionalism.” His nimble hands began untying the beautiful work he’d done earlier.

Atlas was disappointed to see the ropes go away but instead of saying so, he blurted out, “How long have you and Ambrose been together?”

A small smile whispered across Hawk’s lips. “Ambrose and I have been friends since we were teenagers. Shit, the trouble we’ve gotten into together. The stories would embarrass us both, I’m sure. We aren’t together as a couple, though. Our…preferences and personalities really wouldn’t allow that.” He scooped up some sort of straps of leather connected together and handed it to Atlas. “Do you know how to put this on? It’s a chest harness.”

Preferences? Atlas had been certain both men were gay. Which wasn’t? Shit, he hoped to hell it wasn’t Hawk that was straight. That would make his orgasm even more embarrassing than it already was.

“No, I don’t have any idea what a chest harness is or how to put it on but I’m sure I can figure it out.” Atlas answered as he took thethingfrom Hawk and studied it like it was some sort of alien creature. “Sorry about the question, man. I guess that was really rude of me. I shouldn’t have made assumptions the way I did.”

“Here, let me help. They are difficult to work with if you’ve never worn one before.” Hawk said as he took the harness from Atlas and began strapping it into place. “What assumptions did you make about the two of us? That we were a couple? That we were both gay? Do tell.”

“Both of those, I guess. Sorry about that. I hope you aren’t offended.”

“Why would I be offended?” Hawk asked as he finished the last buckle on the harness. Atlas looked magnificent. His body was perfect for a chest harness. Hell, Atlas’ body was perfect for every damn thing.

“Because you fastened this thing really damn tight. I must have pissed you off about something.” Atlas joked because he didn’t know what else to say.Had he been having wet dreams about a straight guy? Those situations rarely ended well.

“It looks good tight,” Atlas answered quickly. “As for the other, Ambrose is my best friend and mentor. We are both gay but not together. Both available. Should I say something to Ambrose about you finding him attractive?”

Hawk’s lips were tight when he asked the question, and his eyes were narrowed with what looked like irritation.

“No, thanks. He’s very attractive, but, uh, not for me.” Fuck, had that practically screamed that he was interested in Hawk? He hoped not because the man had made it plain that he didn’t get involved with anyone he worked with. Hawk might send him packing before his first day was finished.

“Oh, I can’t wait to tell Ambrose that one. He thinks he’s foreverybody,” Hawk said with a laugh as he retrieved his camera. “With this shot, just move in ways that you are comfortable with. If I need something extra, I’ll ask you to do this or that.” Hawk grinned. “I’m glad your shyness seems to have eased up some. You’re beautiful and should be comfortable in your own skin.”

The camera started clicking again. It set the tone for the rest of the day. Hawk seemed to get lost in his work while Atlas focused on trying to follow Hawk’s words of advice and learn to be comfortable while being naked. Hawk would patiently wait while Atlas worked on figuring out the different costumes and all the leather thingies. Atlas had thought leather wouldn’t feel good next to his skin but whatever this stuff was made from felt as soft as warm butter. The cage turned out to be trickier than Atlas would have suspected. Come to find out, he was a bit claustrophobic. Atlas had thought it was going to be a bust but as soon as Hawk showed him where the escape trigger was, it had put his mind at ease.

Before Atlas knew it, Hawk called for a lunch break. He ordered pizza and, wearing nothing but a robe, Atlas kicked back and ate his fair share and listened to Hawk tell of the trouble he and Ambrose had stayed in during their twenties. After eating, Hawk suggested that Atlas spend some time in the hot tub, a huge motherfucker located in the gym area, while he worked on developing some of the photos. He mentioned that he had no doubt Ambrose would be by later in the evening and would expect to have something to look at. Hawk had told him they had one more intense rope scene to do before they wrapped up for the day. That tidbit had made it fairly difficult for Atlas to actually relax while the hot water bubbled around him, and the jets pounded into his shoulders. Instead of relaxing his muscles, he felt tight all over. Hot. Bothered. Excited. All the things he probably shouldn’t feel while working with Mr. Professional—Atlas felt far from professional where that man was concerned.

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