chapter1
"Thats it love the camera. Show the camera whos boss. Make love to the camera."
The young man on the black fur rug, and on his knees obeyed with ease. This was his job. Posing naked for magazines was his perfession, and he loved it. Yeah it was quite the job to pose naked, you had to bring all your shame and shyness to a whole new level. Down where no one could see. But when you get thrown out of a house at age sixteen by your father, you do what you have to do to get whatever job you can get. And since he had to wait until he was 18, he took the job the very next day.
And yeah some people will talk. Oh, you pose in the flesh for a living, you are the biggest whore.
But a virgin can't be a whore, can they.
He lowered the black robe of one shouleder, brought his hand and brushed back his chestnut hair, slightly opening his mouth then freezing that way as the man took as many photos as possible with his camera.
The camera man even taking some close ups off the face, taking in the huge hazel eyes.
The young man opened his robe until his bare chest and stomach and even a few pubic hairs showed as his other hand lay lazily covering his manhood.
Tease.
The camera man finally removed his camera from his eye when the film finished and stared at the young man before him for a very long moment. "Beautiful. You're just like an angel."
Spencer smiled and finally removed his hands.
"Thats why people by this magazine, so they can see the young Spencer, naked." The man groaned inwardly. This boy always made his cock hard... He cleared his throat. "Take 20. Then we'll continued in the flesh."
Spencer nodded and stood up.
He pulled the robe shut then tied it. Spencer walked up to the table of refreshments and grabbed an apple before heading towards his dressing room.
XOXOXOXO
The next thing you must know is that even if you just pose nake for a magizine and not actually get into bed with another person, you still get alot of obsessed fans.
Spencer sat at his mirror and stared at the amount of letters. Too many to count when stacked. He sighed. He hated this. No not the fact that he had fans, it was the fact that most of the letters he got where from old men. And I mean 'old' Men. About 40 and 50
Spencer found himself puking a couple of times when men sent some very sexual photos of themselves in very sexual postions. And in the letters they always sent were discriptive of what they wanted to do with Spencer himself.
Which was why he didn't want to bother with fan mail. He grabbed the trash bucket and dumped all the letters inside. Why not? It's not like theres going to be some young kid saying they're his biggest fan.
Spencer frowned at the disgusting thought.
God! he hoped not.
He took a bite of his apple and looked back at the mirror, where he saw a brown package. He sighed as he still chewed his apple. Spencer walked up to the package and looked for a return address.
Why? He knew they never had one.
Out of curiousness, Spencer opened the package. A video tape? This was new. No one ever sent him a video tape. He walked over to the small tv and slipped in the video, with the thought of someody actually sent a picture of their face.
Or not...
Spencer stared at the disgusting place the camera was facing, with a mattress on the floor. Heavy breathing could be heard.
"Hi." The male voice whisperd. "Do you like it? It's your new room." More heavy breathing. "I want you so only I could see that pretty body of yours." A groan. "I want us to make love. I want to lay you on that bed and stick my big cock in your tiny whole."
At the word cock, Spencer turned away from the screen and covered his eyes when the man had exposed himself.
"I'm going to fuck you hard. It's what you want, right?" A white hand held up a magazine. "Why else would you say, I love you."
Spencer stared back up at the valentines photos he had taken a couple of months back. On the photo, Spencer lay on his back, naked, staring into the camera.
Spencer had liked this picture of himself, his face was straight and serious. But very sexy. He features and even the hazel in his eyes could be seeing clear from this angle.
But Spencer didn't think he liked it anymore. Not when this man started masterbating on top of it.
Spencer shut his eyes again, and swallowed deep as bile rose in his throat.
"Hey, Spencer. Time to..."
Spencer stared up as the voice froze. He saw John, the camera man, Spencers boss. The man quickly ran over to the screen and pulled out the tape.
"Where the hell did you get this?"
"It was on the mirror." Spencer answered.
John growled loud and began to pulled the tape apart. "I am going to find you, you bastard."
Spencer blinked and stared.
"You are not getting anywhere near him."
Spencer held up his hand and shook his head. "John. He's just a stupid, horny old man who cant get enough of my photos. A fan. Just like all the others." Spencer used his head to gester to the trash can.
John shook his head. "Get ready. Next photo shoot is in five."
Spencer nodded and watched as John walked out of the dressing room.
XOXOXOXO
John walked straight up to one of the other camera crew. "Stan. Bastard sent another one."
"What?" The man breathed with wide eyes. "Are you sure?"
John nodded, then sighed. "Spencer saw it this time."
"Shit. Was he scared?"
John shook his head. "He thinks it's just a fan."
"W-what are we going to do?"
John ran a hand down his face. "We need to be careful."
Stan shook his head. "It's not enough. I think it's time we told him, John. It's been foour months already. This son of a bitch isn't going to stop!"
"We need to find out who's sending these threats."
Stan walked closer to John. "Is he still following him? Where there any more pictures?" He whispered.
John shook his head.
"John, we need to tell him. He has to be careful. This man could be sending more than threats. They could be warnings. This man-"
"Spencer! Are you ready?" John interupted when he saw the boy walk in.
Stan took the hint and turned shaking his head.
Spencer nodded and smiled as walked up to John.
I would loooove to see a naked Spencer.
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