Warnings: This title contains M/M, graphic language, fetish, anal sex, group sex, BDSM

Word Count: 21,712

EXCERPT:

Mart asked Ron is he wanted to take the mask off briefly. “The sexy cowboy photo for your wife most likely will come from this set,” Mart said. “And she’ll probably want one without a mask. You can put it back on afterward, though, if you’d like to take the photo shoot to the next level.”

Mart hummed and had Ron take a whole new series of sexy poses as they worked without the mask.

“These are good, but I would like to do even sexier shots, if you are willing,” Mart said. “Then you can decide just how far you’d like to go for your wife. I’ve found it’s always best to go a little farther than the subject thinks will be appropriate. You never know—and you are such a good model,” he added.

Ron looked through the digital images of the new photos. He knew he’d go farther. He knew he’d go all of the way if Mart took it slow. But some part of him was still reluctant, was telling him that this was wrong and that he was going down a very dangerous path and should rein in his desires and resist temptation.

“Yes, OK. We can go farther,” he answered in a breathy voice.

Mart looked pleased. “Then let’s move on to the next room, shall we? We have more appropriate backdrops there. You can put the mask back on now.”

Ron didn’t do so, although he kept the mask with him—when they got to where he assumed this was heading, he knew he’d want to be wearing it. As ready as he was for action, he wasn’t that ready to make it public.

The cowboy area of the next room was a section of wood rail fence in front of a sky-blue background with clouds.

“Take the jeans off now,” Mart said when he had indicated the various poses he thought Ron should take on the rail fence for starters. “And put the chaps back on.”

Ron was photographed sitting on the top rail of the fence with his legs spread and his feet planted on the lower rung. He was holding a long strand of wheat in his mouth and giving the camera the teasing and come-hither facial expressions Mart was coaching him into.

It was here, in this room, that Ron noticed that Mart was beginning to shed bits of his costume as well.

Ron felt himself being aroused as he watched Mart prancing around in increasingly less costume. He mumbled his apologies at showing his arousal, and Mart told him in no uncertain terms that it was all part of the plan—that if Ron chose to move to the latter photos he would be expected to be in full arousal and that the photos would show this. This, of course, only increased the exhibition of Ron’s arousal, and Mart smiled his pleasure at how the session was unfolding.

Ron blushed when Mart told him to lose the thong.

“Don’t worry, though, we’ll go slowly,” Mart assured him. “The initial shots will be from the rear, showing those luscious butt cheeks of yours. Unless, of course, you want to stop now.”

“No, I guess not,” Ron whispered, and he reached down and unhooked the thong and let it drop to the floor. Simultaneously, Mart dropped the Roman skirt he was wearing and he stood there, naked—and in magnificent arousal himself.

Ron gasped and gulped in air and turned away from the camera and leaned into the rail.