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subjects he really likes to photograph, and what happens when he and his assistant get the chance for some private photography time with two of their most favorite clients Biscuit and Darjeeling.\n\nBiscuit is copyright his owner, all other characters belong to me.\n\nDespite there being some females in this story, it's only at the beginning and they aren't involved in the good stuff (sorry for those who might have come here for that).", "description_bbcode_parsed": "I wrote a little something in the interim of writing the next Nitpickers chapter.

Time to meet Isaw a coyote who is a budding photographer who discovers the kind of subjects he really likes to photograph, and what happens when he and his assistant get the chance for some private photography time with two of their most favorite clients Biscuit and Darjeeling.

Biscuit is copyright his owner, all other characters belong to me.

Despite there being some females in this story, it's only at the beginning and they aren't involved in the good stuff (sorry for those who might have come here for that).", "writing": "[center]Photoshoot\nBy Dr. Devious[/center]\n \nMy name is Isaw, I’m a coyote by nature and a photographer by trade. Originally, I was only interested taking nature shots; you know the kind: long sweeping landscapes and majestic panoramas completely devoid of people. I made enough money from the occasional magazine or online store sale to get by, but it wasn’t until a friend of mine asked me to be the photographer at his wedding that I realized that I enjoyed taking pictures of live subjects even more than landscapes. Perhaps more appropriately I should say that while I took plenty of pictures of the bride and groom, I also gathered a personal collection of images of many of the kids that were at the wedding. There was just something about them that I mentally couldn’t ignore. During the moment I thought maybe it was their youthful whimsy or some other nebulous concept, but over time I came to realize that it was more a representation of a growing desire within myself. I found myself seeking out more opportunities to take pictures at events: more weddings, confirmations, bar mitzvahs, you name it, I’d take the time to go out and snap plenty of pictures while my clients would never know the sheer number of them that I simply kept in my private collection.\n \nEventually I was able to find a better way to mesh my growing interest with my job in the form of a commercial studio that specialized in pictures for children’s clothing magazines. I also managed to find an assistant by the name of Oscar. Despite being a large black bear he was able to move about so swiftly and silently that I swore he must have been a ninja in a former life. He was also super skilled with his hands. More often than they were doing two completely different things at once; like one hand adjusting the stage lighting while flawlessly taking down notes with the other. I could never quite wrap my head around how he managed it. It was hard for me to believe that someone with such talent would want to work for my brand new photography studio. At least until the day I was going over some of my folios of photographs while he was around. I soon discovered that Oscar and I shared very similar interests, and he admitted that when he saw the job offer that he “might have been swayed” by the potential subject matter. We had a good talk about our specific likes while also making some long term plans for the studio. Additionally, he gave me a few numbers of potential clients who might be interested in my photography once things really got going. The only thing that was missing now was clients, and more importantly: subjects.\n \nI admit that it took a lot more time than I anticipated to drum up intrigue from both clothing manufacturers and child models. The latter was more perplexing since some of the parents or representatives of the children that I photographed were confounding to work with. Many were overbearing and demanding of everyone. In fact, this very day I knew I was going to have to deal with one particular modeling agent that had been the biggest pain in my ass from the start. She was a shrew of a woman named Agatha, and the only thing that kept me dealing with her was that the two boy models that were contracted with her were the most requested ones by both the manufacturers and our “outside clientele”. Even Oscar and I were in agreement that they were the ones that we’d want more candid images of.\n \nThe photoshoot that was planned for today was for a new line of underwear for children: a pair of briefs with some kind of pattern and a matching tank top; I guess they might still call them underoos. We received several samples: “boy patterns” in blues, greens and reds with trucks and planes and whatnot, and “girl’s stuff” in pinks and yellows with flowers and princesses. It was honestly hard to tell just how this was “new,” but neither Oscar nor I were going to argue about a paycheck, so we called in our models. \n \nTo show off all the samples we decided that we’d need a pair of girls and a pair of boys. The girls were easy enough, Spaniel twins by the names of Shae and Sia. Their mother was their agent, and she was friendly and easy to work with. Of course we also called Agatha and asked her to bring in the boys, and naturally she made a fuss about it being “late in the day” and that she had “infinite other plans,” but she eventually relented and said she’d bring them in as well.\n \nThe shoot was supposed to start at 2pm, and while Shae and Sia were right on time, the boys were nowhere to be seen. Eventually I decided that we should get all the shots we needed of just the girls and hopefully Agatha would show up before it things ran too late. It was close to 5pm when she finally arrived with the boys. First through the door was Biscuit: a myopic, albino rat so small and slender he could have just as easily been mistaken for a mouse if one wasn’t paying attention. He was the shy and reserved type (especially when it came to underwear), but he definitely had the kind of look that the clothing industry wanted. I never really got to know much about his parents as Agatha rarely mentioned them, and as far as I knew he spent more time sleeping over at her house than he did his own.\n \n“Hello Biscuit, glad you’re finally here.” I called out to him.\n“Hello Sir.” He replied and sidled further into the studio making sure his tail didn’t get caught in the door.\n \nBefore he could get much farther I heard the door violently swing open again and a small, lithe otter came barreling in.\n \n“Wait up Bis!”\n“Hello Darj.”\n“Hey Mister Isaw.” He waved while catching up with his friend.\n“Your outfits are in the dressing room in the back, no shoes or socks for this, so get yourselves ready.”\n \nDarj, short for Darjeeling, was originally named Sebastian by his parents, but then Agatha got a hold of him. He was rebranded to better represent his “exotic Asian lineage.” According to Agatha it was a necessary change that would bring him far better exposure in the modeling world. From what I could tell, she was right, as he certainly saw an increase in the number of modeling gigs after the name change. In fact, I have an ever-growing shelf of magazines dedicated just to his appearances, not to mention a decent personal collection when I’ve had the chance to photograph him.\n \nI watched as the boys trotted back to the dressing room to get themselves ready for the shoot, and for a brief moment I completely forgot about their agent, but the door opening one last time was enough to remind me that I would still have to deal with her. I closed my eyes and tried to keep my blood pressure down enough for the ensuing conversation.\n \n“Hello Agatha, how nice to see you today.”\n“Of course it is Mr. Uto, and it has been such a challenge getting the boys here, you can’t possibly understand how difficult they can be.”\n“Well, we’re just finishing up with Shae and Sia, we’ll need them for group shots after that.”\n“I still wish you had done this earlier, you never did take my, or the boys, schedules into consideration.” She sighed dramatically.\n“Agatha, you do know how these things work, even we don’t know exactly when the companies will want things.”\n“It doesn’t matter, you should figure out a way,” she tutted. “That being said, it is late enough that you’re going to have a few extra duties beyond the photography.” She said as she handed me a keyring with a single key dangling from it.\n“Excuse me?”\n“Yes, you see I’m going on a cruise along with both little Biscuit’s and Darjeeling’s parents, we decided it would be a good way to celebrate our fruitful relationship.”\n“And what does that have to do with me?” I asked trying not to become annoyed at how roundabout she was being.\n“Well, this shoot is obviously going to go late, and the cruise is leaving soon. Since the boys will not be coming along you’ll have to drop them off at my place after the shoot is over.”\n“I’ll what?”\n“I’m sure it won’t be a big deal, I told them they are to follow your orders to the letter. After you get them home my housekeeper, Jeffrey will see to them.”\n“You can’t just—” But Agatha was already halfway out the door.\n“Ta ta dear, do make sure they don’t stay up too late, that key can get you into my house in case Jeffrey is unavailable.” She said as the door swung closed before I could protest further.\n \nI was seething; and were it not for the kids being present I would have gone on a profanity-ridden tirade. Instead I tucked my anger away so that the photoshoot could continue. The boys finally came out from the back, Biscuit was dressed in the bright red set with airplanes and Darjeeling in bright blue with seagulls. We got them set up next to the girls and took several group pictures. As usual, Biscuit started out very quiet and unmoving, we could get a smile but not much more. Darjeeling we could barely keep still long enough in one pose before he was doing something else, we eventually got him settled on a sort of a strong man pose. His continuous energy encouraged Biscuit to relax and once he got motivated the shoot was easier.\n \nWhen the group shots were finally finished we let the girls go since their individual shots were already complete. \n \nIt was well past sundown when we started taking pictures of just the boys together. Fortunately, that part went much faster as the group session already set things up for their general poses as a duo. This was the part I loved really, getting shots of them in tight underwear, enough that you could see the outline of their small packages. I just made sure I got plenty of extra shots and close ups. As I did this I could feel my cock swelling in my pants, this was somewhat exacerbated by my still growing spite for Agatha’s disregard. The thought of her simply expecting me to be chauffeur to the boys was entirely out of line and not part of my job. I would have continued brooding, but then it occurred to me that this might be one of the best opportunities I’d ever been presented with. As I finished taking the pictures of the boys together took a moment to speak to Oscar. \n \nFirst I told him what Agatha had done, and even he seemed a little annoyed.\n \n“We are not chaperones, we’re professional photographers.”\n“I know, that’s how I feel too, but then I thought about things more, and I think we can take advantage of this situation.”\n“What do you mean?”\n“Well with all their parents and Agatha away, we have a real chance to get some special photographs of our young models, if you know what I mean.”\n \nI saw the gears clicking in Oscar’s mind as he looked up at the already scantily clad boys and then licked his lips as he adjusted his pants.\n \n“You make a good point, a very good point.”\n“You can even set up some video recording if you’d like.” I grinned as I saw my assistant’s eyes widen. “So you in?”\n“Start with the rat boy and you’ve got me.” Oscar said bluntly as he opened up the bags containing the video recording equipment.\n“Done deal, let me put in one phone call and we can get started.”\n \nI took out my phone and auto-dialed the number for Jeffery. Agatha never knew that I was the one who suggested that Jeffery get a job with her. He was my eyes and ears to all the models she managed and even some of her dirty secrets.\n \n“Hey Jeff, Agatha left us to bring the boys back after the shoot. It’s going to take a bit longer, but there’s some big benefits if you don’t mention this to Agatha.”\n“I like the sound of that, bring them back whenever.”\n“I’ll let you know when we’re done and you’ll get something special out of it too.”\n“No problem.”\n \nWhen I finally finished my call I noticed that the boys were getting restless.\n \n“Well that’s it for the pair pictures you two.”\n“Awesome!” Darjeeling said as turned toward the dressing room. “C’mon Bis.”\n \nThe two boys started to make for the dressing room, but I was quick to stop them.\n \n“Whoa, whoa, I said we were done with the pair pictures, we still have individual shots that we need.”\n“Awww, there’s even more?”\n“Darj, I can tell you could use a break, go in back, and have a snack, we’ll call you when we’re ready for you.”\n \nThe young otter smiled and immediately bolted for the dressing room.\n \n“Biscuit, we’ll need you back on set for more photos.”\n“Okay Mister Isaw, sir.”\n \nI watched the young rat totter back into the stage area and I could tell that without his friend around he was feeling less comfortable.\n \n“Just try and relax Bis.” I said as I started taking pictures again.\n \nI eventually got him to start posing a little, I needed him to not be as tense for what I had in mind. Once I had taken enough photos to make it seem like this was all part of a regular shoot I moved into my full plan.\n \n“Okay Bis, I’m going to need you to take off your top for the next set.”\n“My top sir?” The young rat said with some trepidation.\n“Yes, your tank top, I need pictures of you in just the briefs since they can be sold separately.”\n“Oh, okay.”\n \nI watched his ears flush a little as he lifted the red tank top over his head and threw it off to the side. At the same time I heard an audible grunt from Oscar who was once again shifting his pants with one hand as he adjusted some lighting with another. This was the first I had ever seen Biscuit without a shirt on and as I refocused my camera on him I spotted pale pink nipples hiding among the white fur of his chest. They were pert from the cold air in the room but that only made them look even nicer. I made sure to get him into poses that better accentuated them not to mention getting more around his groin. There was even a little patch just at the waistband of his underwear that was turning a little pinkish. My camera never stopped taking pictures until I was satisfied I had gotten every angle including having him turn around so I could get his backside.\n \n“Good job Biscuit.” I said as I switched to a new memory card.\n \nI watched the young rat immediately pick up the tank top and put it back over his head and took a couple of steps toward the dressing room.\n \n“Not quite Bis, we’re not done.”\n“We’re not?” He said as he pushed his large, round glasses up the bridge of his nose.\n“Nope, not yet. I’m actually going to need you to lose the underwear and and keep just the shirt on.”\n“B-but that would mean you could see my—are you sure Agatha said this was alright?”\n“Now Bis, she did say you were to follow my orders to the letter, didn’t she?”\n“I-I guess so.”\n“And some people may want to just buy the tops as night shirts. So let’s get to it.”\n \nI watched the young rat wring his hands nervously as he turned away from us, hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband and lowered the bright red underwear to the floor. His ears had turned nearly the same shade of red as what was left of the outfit he was wearing but once he was done he turned back around and was carefully pulling the hem of his shirt down to keep his privates from being exposed.\n \n“Come on now Bis, you know you can’t stay like that for the pictures.”\n \nThe bashful rat dropped his head and slowly removed his hands from the hem of his shirt. The tank top was actually a bit long on him, and the edge of it came down just far enough that under the lights you could see just the slightest outline his rosy sac and the tip of his penis. In all honesty, this was perfect since it meant that the pictures would make great teasers. As much as my hapless subject continued to try and keep his hands in just the right place to block the view of his more sensitive regions I kept giving him specific poses, usually with his hands up to the point that the edge of his tank top moved slightly higher up revealing even more. My finger never left the trigger of my camera, I had to get as many shots as I could lest I miss some of the best.\n \nI briefly glanced over to my left and saw that Oscar had given up trying to make adjustments and had simply taken his belt off and unzipped his pants if only to make room for his obvious raging boner. I even found myself starting to get hard seeing Biscuit so nearly fully exposed. If anything, his embarrassment over the situation only further spurred my desire. I decided that it was time to end the pretense.\n \n“Okay Biscuit, I got enough shots of the shirt you can take it off again.”\n \nI watched the young model freeze when he heard my instructions.\n \n“Did you hear me Bis? Take the tank top off.”\n“Please no.” I heard him whisper as he pulled on the lower hem of the shirt and twisted between clenched fingers.\n“Come on Bis, you already know you’re supposed to be following my directions.”\n \nHe just kept standing still and shook his head. I put my camera down and walked over to him, took one of his ears with my hand and squeezed it gently. I had seen Darjeeling do this in the past when it seemed like Biscuit was becoming overwhelmed. I put my other hand under his chin and lifted it so we could each other in the eye.\n \n“We have to get these photos Biscuit, there isn’t a choice in the matter.”\n“But I’ll be naked.” He managed to eke out.\n“Yes, and you have no idea how many people want that.” As I said this a shadow came up behind him and a dark paw came to rest on the young rat’s shoulder. “Including my assistant.”\n \nI saw Biscuit turn his head upward to look at Oscar, whose face was could best be described as menacing desire.\n \n“Why don’t you be a good boy and listen to Mr. Isaw, he knows what’s best for you.”\n \nI could see the bear’s grip tighten on the boy’s shoulder, and while I couldn’t tell where Oscar’s other hand was, I was fairly certain it was feeling its way around the rat’s rear as the boy’s face was an odd mixture of fear and shock. The bear’s treatment was enough to get him to behave and once we had resumed our positions behind the cameras and immediately I began to take more pictures as he nervously took the tank top and gradually pulled it over his head. The moment it was off of him, both of his pink hands immediately went over his groin to cover his shame.\n \n“Now Biscuit, you know that will not do. Hands to your side and chin up. Or does Oscar need to give you more pep talk?”\n \n“N-no, sir.”\n \nThose two words were all I needed to hear to know that he wouldn’t protest about this further. I watched the young rat curl his tail around a leg and reluctantly move his hands to his sides. My eyes (and the camera) slowly tracked down the boy’s belly until white fur became the light pink skin of his groin and just below that his small, smooth, rosy cock and balls were exposed to the open air. There was a moment of silence as both my assistant and I marveled at Biscuit’s unclad body, shivering ever so slightly in the air conditioned studio. \n \n“Very good Biscuit. Now we can start.”\n \nAt first I just put him in very basic poses, simply standing for the camera, with quarter turns to get both profile and back shots. I eventually moved on to having him turn his body away so that he was showing a bit of his cute butt while hiding his privates from the shot, and then a side pose with his arms stretched upward.\n \nWhile he was doing this I couldn’t help but notice that he kept glancing over toward Oscar. When I took a moment to see what was so distracting to the him I saw that the big bear had somehow, while still recording and making adjustments, managed to completely remove his pants and boxers and was simply taking all his recordings naked from the waist down, all the while sporting a healthy erection that occasionally dripped precum on to the studio floor. This made me acutely aware of my swelling member that was now pressing against the inside of my jeans, which I rectified by pulling them off, leaving myself in my plaid boxers. \n \n“Biscuit, I need you to stop being distracted. Oscar here is just trying to make you feel more comfortable while showing how much he appreciates your lovely body.” I chuckled, “I certainly like what I’m seeing too.” The naked rat’s focus finally returned to me, evidence by the small gasp he made when he realized that I “suddenly” had no pants on. “Let’s get keep going.”\n \nOnce things were settled the poses became far more candid, spread legged both from the front and rear, the latter with his tail up to show off his goods. Then down on his hands and knees, and lastly, laying on his stomach and back. He was compliant through the process, but the redness of his ears only served to show just how mortified he was of his predicament. After more shots than I could count, I finally let him rest a little.\n \n“Good job Biscuit, you are going to make a lot of clients very happy.”\n \nI called Oscar over to take a look at the various shots I had taken. As we mused over the selection I heard a small cough.\n \n“Is there something wrong Biscuit?” The spectacled rat had returned to keeping both hands over his groin, but he hadn’t moved from the lighted stage.\n“Well, um, it’s kind of cold here, could I put something on?”\n \nI was going to outright deny him, as I preferred seeing him naked, but then an idea popped into my head.\n \n“Maybe we can accommodate you Bis. Just give me a second.” I turned to Oscar and whispered, “Go and get me those boxes over there.”\n“Isaw why do you want—” I watched the bear look up at the young rat and then back at me. “Oh, oh yes, yes I see. That’s perfect, let me get that.”\n \nHe soon returned with several boxes worth of clothing. I opened them up and fished around for a moment until I pulled out a pair of underwear that had a bit of lace and some pink hearts on it.\n \n“Here Biscuit, why don’t you try these on?” I said as I tossed them down at his feet. \n“B-but those are for girls!” He looked so shocked I thought his glasses would fall off.\n“You asked for clothing, we’re just providing.” I tossed several more at him. “I think you should try a few on for us. What do you think Oscar?”\n“I think you will try them all on for us,” the black bear grinned as he rubbed his erection.\n \nI picked my camera back up and observed the abashed rat slowly put on the first pair, sliding them up his legs. His already slender figure worked far better than I thought it would; and the different size and shape of the underwear accentuated his package better than any of boy’s stuff he had worn earlier. I also couldn’t tell whether he was more embarrassed being naked or wearing the girl’s undies as his face was flushed red the moment that he had fit them over his hips. This didn’t stop me from taking plenty more pictures of him, and setting him up in seductive poses. I had him try everything from plain to lacy and most of them in various pink hues, each one making him regret asking for clothing at all. I was about to move on to a fourth choice when I felt a tap my shoulder and I turned to see that my assistant had managed to slip over to me with nary a sound.\n \n“Hey Isaw. Um, I have a favor to ask.” The big bear said looking nervous. Something I knew to be entirely out of character.\n“Oh? What do you want Oscar?”\n“I have an outfit I want rat boy to wear. Do you think we could make him wear it?”\n“I don’t see why not.”\n“Well the outfit is a little complicated, could I also help him put it on?” The bear said as his eyes shifted to Biscuit and back again.\n“I see,” I said, immediately understanding his ulterior motive. “I think you deserve to do it, go ahead, get it out and help our friend here into his next outfit.”\n“Let me get it from the box,” Oscar said to me while already rushing away, “I can’t wait!”\n“You hear that Biscuit? Oscar has a special outfit for you, so just wait until he comes back with it.”\n \nThe young rat remained silent and simply nodded as he wrapped his fingers around the elastic edge of the underwear he had on. He looked like he wanted to take them off just as much as he wanted to keep them on. None of that mattered when my assistant returned though.\n \nThe big bear pulled Biscuit in close and with deft fingers pulled his current underwear off and left him naked again before sitting him down on the floor. I watched as he first pulled footless, mid-thigh, red-striped stockings up on both of Biscuit’s legs, and then followed with a pair of gloveless sleeves that matched the socks. The big bears hands were always wandering casually over the young rat’s white fur, lingering along the insides of his legs and brushing gently against his privates, as they pulled a pair of shiny, red, lacy panties up on him. The outfit was finished off by a large red ribbon that went around his neck that was tied into a bow at the back, and then a smaller bow that went on his tail.\n \n“Perfect!” Oscar said as he moved away and helped the adolescent rat to his feet.\n \nWhen I got a good look at Biscuit it was like he had been wrapped up like a present, but I couldn’t deny that it was a really good look for him, better than just the girly undies we had been using before.\n \n“Oscar, would you like to direct our subject on his poses for this?”\n“You want me to?” The big bear gave me a surprised look.\n“It’s your outfit, why not call out his poses.”\n“Thanks Isaw, thanks a lot!” He beamed.\n \nIt turned out that Oscar was pretty good at poses. It also let him go up and get more chances to touch the model, adjusting limbs, head and especially groin; getting him in just the right poses. I think I liked the innocent kneeling pose the most, but there were a whole lot of them that were just suggestive enough. \n \nThe whole session was going along far better than I had hoped and then I heard something behind me. A shuffling sound, which was odd as Oscar was helping Biscuit get into a new pose.\n“Mr. Isaw, it’s boring back there, you need me yet?”\n“Darj, I told you I call for you when you were needed.” I said without turning around.\n“I know, but I thought—”\n \nThe otter’s sudden silence indicated to me that he had come close enough to see that it wasn’t a photoshoot.\n \n“W-what’s going on?” Darjeeling asked me cautiously.\n“Darj! Help Me!” Biscuit suddenly yelped aloud.\n“Bis? Are you okay?”\n \nThe young otter tried to run to where his friend was but I held his shoulder and he could only watch as Oscar took Biscuit in his arms blocking his erection and then dragged the struggling rat over to the side. I knelt down and turned Darjeeling so he was facing me. I saw he was still wearing the underoo set from earlier in the day. He looked both confused and concerned.\n \n“Now Darj, I’m going to need you to pay attention to me, can you do that?”\n“Mr. Isaw, what’s happening, what are you doing with Biscuit?”\n“This is a special photoshoot, and now you get to be part of it too.” I put my hand on his shoulder.\n“I-I don’t know if I want to.” He said, nervously glancing around.\n“You wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to your friend now would you?”\n \nAs I said this I let him get a good view of the fact that Oscar had the young rat’s hands locked over his head in one large paw while the other paw had slipped under Biscuits lacy underpants and was squeezing his privates. Biscuit managed to muster a desperate plea.\n \n“Help Darj, please, oh.” He said as he squirmed.\n“He he, little rat, something is growing down there.” Oscar chuckled.\n \nDarj reached a hand out and would have probably dashed away to try and help his imperiled friend if I still didn’t have an iron grip on his shoulder.\n \n“There’s only one way to help him now, and that’s for you to get under those lights and follow my orders.”\n \nI watched as Darj put his hands down and clenched his small fists while looking at the floor. I could tell he was frustrated by his predicament, but he eventually walked his way into the staging area and faced me.\n \n“Okay Mr. Isaw, if it means that you’ll stop hurting Bis I’ll do it.”\n“We weren’t hurting little Biscuit to begin with, we love him too much for that; but you Darjeeling, you I love even more.”\n \nI decided to remove all pretense of my motives and slipped right out of my boxers. I knew that over this session I was going to end up in the same state as my assistant. I began it all the exact same way as I had with Biscuit and had Darjeeling remove his tank top. Somehow Oscar managed to keep his grip tight on Biscuit while still manning his video camera. I was also taking shots like a madman, I wanted any and every shot I could of the smooth-furred boy. I loved getting a chance to see his pretty light yellow nipples against his sandy chest fur. When I had him put the top back on and told him to remove the underwear he had nearly the same response as Biscuit had had, only this time the situation was slightly different. Where the young rat had a diminutive figure that let the tank top hang over his privates, Darjeeling was longer in his mid-section and stouter in his arms and legs. This meant that there was a lot of belly between where his tank top ended and his underwear began. The loss of his underwear meant he’d be exposing himself. So it wasn’t a surprise that he was being even more hesitant.\n \n“Getting cold feet now Darj?” I asked quizzically. “You know we can always just have more fun with Biscuit, right?”\n“Noooo, stop it, nnnnngh.” Biscuit blurted out as Oscar had started fondling him again through his undies while licking the side of his face.\n“Bis! No! I’m sorry! Make him stop Mr. Isaw.” Darjeeling pleaded to me with tears forming in his eyes.\n“You know what you have to do Darj, get to it and save your friend.”\n“Fine! Fine, I’ll do it, just leave him alone.”\n \nWith no further hesitance the young otter gripped the edge of his blue underoos and pulled them down and off of his legs in a frustrated jerk. He then held them up in one hand while the other one covered his crotch.\n \n“There, you happy now?” He said to me while dropping them on the floor.\n“Almost.” I looked down at the one hand covering his privates.\n \nThe otter gave one last huff of defiance and put both hands to his sides. My eyes tracked down his long, beautifully curvy, tawny-furred body until they came to rest on his plump, uncut cock and round fuzzy balls.\n \n“Very good. Now I’m happy.” I said lining up a perfect shot.\n \nThe number of shots I took with him still in the shirt were fewer, but there was still something cute about him still having a little something on. I specifically gave a frontal pose with him on his knees; back arched and legs splayed, just to show things off. I liked it so much that I barely had him move before getting him to take off the shirt and returning him to that pose. Removal of his blue tank top was met with little resistance as anything he would have been embarrassed about showing off had already been fully uncovered.\n \nSeeing Darjeeling’s naked body was just about everything that I wanted since first he stepped into my studio. I put him in arcing poses, both standing and in repose, that accentuated his curves and caused his small cock to stick out from his body. Through careful manipulation I was able to get him to channel all his frustration into getting into bolder, lewder and higher exposure positions. I even got him to turn around, lift his thick tail and spread his cheeks to show off his small pucker with just a hint of his balls from between his legs.\n \nAt this point I was as bad as my assistant in that my cock was as hard as it could be, and was causing a mess around my feet. Most of me wanted to keep the otter naked for the rest of the night, but a small glance over at Oscar and Biscuit gave me another idea.\n \n“You can relax for a moment Darj; I’m going to get something special for you.”\n \nI saw, Darjeeling rest his naked rump down on the floor. So long as Biscuit was still in Oscar’s clutches he wasn’t going to go anywhere. I walked quickly over to the boxes of girl’s clothing that had been pulled out earlier and rooted through them. Yellow, definitely yellow, perhaps flowers. I thought to myself as I pulled various pieces out while eyeing both Darjeeling and Biscuit.\n \n“Here we go.” I said as I bundled up the clothing and walked up to the still seated otter, “let’s see how this looks on you.”\n \nI held up a pair of flowery, yellow girl’s underwear; Darjeeling took one look at it and looked disgusted.\n \n“What!? I’m not gonna dress up like a girl!” He said as he crossed his arms and pouted.\n“You don’t want your friend to be the only one do you?”\n \nI gestured toward Oscar again and he held the captive rat’s arms up in the air to show off the pink-hued outfit he was wearing. I saw Biscuit turn his head away from his friend as his ears and face went red.\n \n“Well I...”\n“You’re going to abandon him in his hour of need?”\n“Bis, I just—”\n \nOscar took the moment to once get a handful of the rat’s package and gave it a squeeze making the young boy gasp.\n \n“Darj! Please!” Biscuit pleaded as tears welled up behind his glasses.\n \nI saw Darjeeling looking between his suffering friend and the girly clothing that I was holding in my hands. I wouldn’t have guessed that this would have been the thing that caused him pause when it came to protecting his friend, but I could see the cracks forming.\n \n“Is this clothing so bad that you would completely forgo your friend.” I asked dangling the undies in front of him.\n“It’s just...other people might—”\n“So you want your friend to suffer?”\n“No! It’s not that, I mean.”\n \nThe torn otter slammed a fist into the floor and thumped his tail dropping his gaze.\n \n“Fine. I’ll wear your stupid girly clothes.”\n \nHe tried to reach for the clothing but I pulled it back.\n \n“No, no, I’ll take care of putting this on, it’s delicate.” I knew it was a fib, but I didn’t want Oscar to be the only one to enjoy the experience.\n \nI pulled the otter’s legs out and then began to pull the first yellow stocking up his leg. The edges had silken floral work on them and they went up just high enough on his leg that my knuckles bumped up against his soft-furred sac. I pulled the second stocking up and then, like Biscuit, I added on gloveless sleeves to his arms. Finally, I had him turn around and put one larger stocking on his tail. I took a good look at him for a moment before pulling on the underwear I had picked out for him, and then topping the whole thing off with a garland of daisies on his head.\n \n“Don’t you look lovely?”\n \nInstead of getting the uppity responses from the young otter that I had received earlier he remained silent. I occurred to me that while being naked had been a little bit embarrassing, for some reason wearing girl’s clothing had moved him to being completely chagrined. The most he could manage was fiddling with his fingers because he didn’t know what to do with himself. I decided to give him a silk daisy to hold in his hands.\n \n“We’re going to start taking pictures again, so I want you to be good and follow my directions.”\n“Yes, Mr. Isaw,” was the first response I heard from him, and much like with his friend, it very much meant that he had resigned himself to the situation.\n \nI put him in all kinds of coy, feminine poses. I was right that the yellow tones worked well with the brown tones of his fur. After taking far more shots than I would ever need I decided that the photoshoot needed to end with something interesting.\n \n“Oscar, can you let Biscuit back onto the stage? I want both boys up there for the final sets of pictures, a few more duo shots should work well with them dressed like this.”\n“I think you may be right Isaw.” My assistant nodded in agreement.\n \nThe black bear let the rat go and pushed him back to the staging area with a big paw to his rear. Biscuit gave a squeak of surprise as he felt the bear squeeze his butt cheek as he pushed him forward.\n \nWith the two boys together again I eyed them both up and down. They looked good together, flowers and ribbons, pinks and yellows. While I did prefer them naked, this worked in a innocent and yet sensual way.\n \n“I think I’ll call this photo series ‘High Tea Time’.” I chuckled inwardly at the joke, but it had been too perfect for a while.\n \nI took shots of them standing next to each other and then holding hands. I had Darjeeling hold his flower out to Biscuit as if he was in love. This only served to make both boys shy away from each other, but they knew they had to do it. I had them hold each other close, one behind the other, making things just suggestive enough that anyone viewing the images would know where they were being taken.\n \n“Okay boys, take those undies off again, but just the undies.”\n \nThe two boys looked at each other and very slowly took their frilly underwear off again. I took a couple of pictures of them just standing there with their privates once again exposed, but now the girl’s clothing added a different feel to it.\n \nI walked up to both of them and had them face me for a moment.\n \n“These are going to be the last few pictures, so long as you follow my directions to the word, otherwise this could be a long night.”\n“Yes, sir.” Biscuit said as Darjeeling simply nodded.\n“Now face each other.”\n \nOnce the two boys were looking at each other, I reached out in both directions and grabbed their penises simultaneously. Biscuit only looked mildly surprised after the molesting he had received from Oscar, but Darjeeling audibly gasped.\n \n“Mr. Isaw, no!” The otter tried to back away, but he really could move away with my hand on his willy.\n“Calm down Darj, you’ll enjoy this more.”\n \nI tugged gently at both of their cocks until I could feel them start to plump. I didn’t know whether either of them could actually get hard based on the situation, but I just wanted them to stick out some. I could feel their breathing increasing as both boys were affected by my stimulation. Eventually they both hardened enough that their cocks were sticking right at each other.\n \n“There we go.”\n \nSatisfied, I immediately pulled out my camera and started taking shots of them facing each other, I didn’t know how long their new erections would last before going down. It was pleasing and surprising to see things staying up for longer than just a moment.\n \n“Okay boys, for you last picture I’m going to need you two to kiss.”\n“You want us to kiss!?” Darjeeling said, breaking out of his submissive mental state.\n“Yes, kiss, on the lips.”\n“But we’re both boys!”\n“So? If you want the photoshoot to finish, then you’re going to have to kiss.”\n \nThe boys stared at each other for a while.\n \n“Can you do this Bis?” Darjeeling inquired.\n“If you c-can, I can,” Biscuit responded meekly.\n \nThe boys leaned in and very carefully put their lips together in a kiss, their little cocks bumping into each other as they did. The kiss lasted for only moments, but the number of pictures I got in the process was perfect. The moment they had locked lips Darjeeling eyes went wide and he pushed Biscuit away his face looking flushed.\n \n“T-there is that good enough Mr. Isaw?” He asked.\n“I think that’s good enough for today.” I said as I slipped my boxers and pants back on over my erection.\n“You got everything Oscar?”\n“Everything and more Isaw.” Oscar said as he chuckled.\n“You boys did well, especially for a long night.”\n“Can we go home now Mr. Isaw?” Darjeeling whined.\n“Yes, I think we can take you home now, but keep in mind that I expect you back here bright and early tomorrow.” I explained to both boys as I was helping them off of the stage.\n“Tomorrow? We don’t have any shoots set for tomorrow.” The young otter responded with surprise.\n“You do now.”\n“B-but you said we were done.” Darjeeling stood agape.\n“Yes, for today, but certainly not completely finished.”\n“This isn’t fair!”\n“I suppose you’re right, it isn’t.”\n“What if Bis and I lock ourselves in our room and don’t show huh?”\n“Then I’ll release all these beautiful pictures of you both to the world, and everyone will get to see you both dressed up in your pretty girly outfits.” I didn’t even bother mentioning the naked pictures, I already knew that my otter protégé would rather die than have anyone else see him in his current outfit.\n \nThat response was enough to put the young otter in his place again.\n \n“Fine then, c’mon Biscuit, let’s go.”\n \nDarjeeling grabbed his friend’s hand and started pulling him toward the dressing room.\n \n“And where do you two think you’re going?” I asked as I blocked their way.\n“We’re gonna get out of these stupid clothes and back into our own.”\n“Oh no you’re not. You’re going home dressed exactly the way you are now.”\n“Mr. Isaw, no, please.” Darjeeling pleaded with me as Biscuit just sort of stood stoically.\n“Oh yes Darj, I promised Jeffery something special, and I’m not going to fail to deliver. Now both of you march your butts out to the car.”\n \nI pushed the boys along at the smalls of their backs and soon felt the presence of Oscar behind me, signaling that he had finished breaking down the set and shutting off the lights. When we got to the door Darjeeling tried to bargain one more time.\n \n“Please, not like this, what if someone sees me?”\n“Then they’ll see you.”\n“Please, just let me take this off, I’d rather go out there naked than looking like this, please, please.”\n“No deal,” though I must admit that the thought of him being completely naked for the ride home wasn’t a bad one.\n \nBy now the sun had gone down, and the two of them scurried as best as they could until they got to my SUV. I lingered on the unlock button of my fob for just a few moments to make them sweat it out before I let them open the back seat doors and slip back into semi-privacy.\n \nThe trip home was quiet though I caught little snippets of the boys talking in the back at the start.\n \n“I can’t believe he made us kiss.” Darjeeling said.\n“Y-yeah, I never thought we’d have to do something like that.”\n“I thought it was going to be really icky, but it kind of wasn’t.”\n“Y-you don’t think so.”\n“No, it wasn’t so bad with you Bis.”\n \nI raised an eyebrow when the juvenile otter said this, and noticed that he had taken the Biscuit’s hand. The two commiserated for a little while longer, but the ride home was long and the photoshoot had taken most of their energy. Both boys eventually fell into a light slumber, still holding hands. Their exposed privates completely on display, but no longer enough of an issue to make them care.\n \nWhen we got to their home I chose not to wake them up. I picked up Darjeeling and Oscar lifted Biscuit and we carried them to the door of their home. I used the key I was given to open the front door. Jeffrey had been busy playing video games on Agatha’s large HD television.\n \n“Oh hey guys, you sure were out late, how are the boys—oh my!”\n \nI motioned as best as I could for Jeffrey to be quiet and not wake up the boys. We took them up to Agatha’s bedroom and laid them both down on her king sized bed, they instinctively hugged each other close pressing their nearly naked bodies together. Jeffrey was eyeing them over, and I could see that he was tenting his sweatpants.\n \n“Feel free to take some cellphone shots, but remember not to share them out. These boys have had a long day, but they’ll need their energy back for tomorrow. So long as Agatha is away, there will be plenty more sessions.” I grinned.\n \nI left the house and met back up with Oscar who had the car still running.\n \n“We should come up with some good ideas for tomorrow, maybe even have Jeffery give them something to wear immediately when the day starts.” I was running through countless possibilities.\n“I already have more ideas for rat boy, and we have plenty of time to make plans.” Oscar replied.\n“I should probably contact some ‘interested’ parties too, I’m sure we can make a bit more of a private event of this.” I mused while Oscar drove us back to the studio where we’d start post processing all the pictures and video.\n \nI was certainly looking forward to the next day and all the possibilities it entailed with both young models.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Photoshoot
By Dr. Devious

 
My name is Isaw, I’m a coyote by nature and a photographer by trade.  Originally, I was only interested taking nature shots; you know the kind: long sweeping landscapes and majestic panoramas completely devoid of people.  I made enough money from the occasional magazine or online store sale to get by, but it wasn’t until a friend of mine asked me to be the photographer at his wedding that I realized that I enjoyed taking pictures of live subjects even more than landscapes.  Perhaps more appropriately I should say that while I took plenty of pictures of the bride and groom, I also gathered a personal collection of images of many of the kids that were at the wedding.  There was just something about them that I mentally couldn’t ignore.  During the moment I thought maybe it was their youthful whimsy or some other nebulous concept, but over time I came to realize that it was more a representation of a growing desire within myself.  I found myself seeking out more opportunities to take pictures at events: more weddings, confirmations, bar mitzvahs, you name it, I’d take the time to go out and snap plenty of pictures while my clients would never know the sheer number of them that I simply kept in my private collection.
 
Eventually I was able to find a better way to mesh my growing interest with my job in the form of a commercial studio that specialized in pictures for children’s clothing magazines.  I also managed to find an assistant by the name of Oscar.  Despite being a large black bear he was able to move about so swiftly and silently that I swore he must have been a ninja in a former life.  He was also super skilled with his hands.  More often than they were doing two completely different things at once; like one hand adjusting the stage lighting while flawlessly taking down notes with the other.  I could never quite wrap my head around how he managed it.  It was hard for me to believe that someone with such talent would want to work for my brand new photography studio.  At least until the day I was going over some of my folios of photographs while he was around.  I soon discovered that Oscar and I shared very similar interests, and he admitted that when he saw the job offer that he “might have been swayed” by the potential subject matter.  We had a good talk about our specific likes while also making some long term plans for the studio.  Additionally, he gave me a few numbers of potential clients who might be interested in my photography once things really got going.  The only thing that was missing now was clients, and more importantly: subjects.
 
I admit that it took a lot more time than I anticipated to drum up intrigue from both clothing manufacturers and child models.  The latter was more perplexing since some of the parents or representatives of the children that I photographed were confounding to work with.  Many were overbearing and demanding of everyone.  In fact, this very day I knew I was going to have to deal with one particular modeling agent that had been the biggest pain in my ass from the start.  She was a shrew of a woman named Agatha, and the only thing that kept me dealing with her was that the two boy models that were contracted with her were the most requested ones by both the manufacturers and our “outside clientele”.  Even Oscar and I were in agreement that they were the ones that we’d want more candid images of.
 
The photoshoot that was planned for today was for a new line of underwear for children: a pair of briefs with some kind of pattern and a matching tank top; I guess they might still call them underoos.  We received several samples: “boy patterns” in blues, greens and reds with trucks and planes and whatnot, and “girl’s stuff” in pinks and yellows with flowers and princesses.  It was honestly hard to tell just how this was “new,” but neither Oscar nor I were going to argue about a paycheck, so we called in our models.  
 
To show off all the samples we decided that we’d need a pair of girls and a pair of boys.  The girls were easy enough, Spaniel twins by the names of Shae and Sia.  Their mother was their agent, and she was friendly and easy to work with.  Of course we also called Agatha and asked her to bring in the boys, and naturally she made a fuss about it being “late in the day” and that she had “infinite other plans,” but she eventually relented and said she’d bring them in as well.
 
The shoot was supposed to start at 2pm, and while Shae and Sia were right on time, the boys were nowhere to be seen.   Eventually I decided that we should get all the shots we needed of just the girls and hopefully Agatha would show up before it things ran too late.  It was close to 5pm when she finally arrived with the boys.  First through the door was Biscuit: a myopic, albino rat so small and slender he could have just as easily been mistaken for a mouse if one wasn’t paying attention.  He was the shy and reserved type (especially when it came to underwear), but he definitely had the kind of look that the clothing industry wanted.  I never really got to know much about his parents as Agatha rarely mentioned them, and as far as I knew he spent more time sleeping over at her house than he did his own.
 
“Hello Biscuit, glad you’re finally here.” I called out to him.
“Hello Sir.” He replied and sidled further into the studio making sure his tail didn’t get caught in the door.
 
Before he could get much farther I heard the door violently swing open again and a small, lithe otter came barreling in.
 
“Wait up Bis!”
“Hello Darj.”
“Hey Mister Isaw.” He waved while catching up with his friend.
“Your outfits are in the dressing room in the back, no shoes or socks for this, so get yourselves ready.”
 
Darj, short for Darjeeling, was originally named Sebastian by his parents, but then Agatha got a hold of him.  He was rebranded to better represent his “exotic Asian lineage.” According to Agatha it was a necessary change that would bring him far better exposure in the modeling world.  From what I could tell, she was right, as he certainly saw an increase in the number of modeling gigs after the name change.  In fact, I have an ever-growing shelf of magazines dedicated just to his appearances, not to mention a decent personal collection when I’ve had the chance to photograph him.
 
I watched as the boys trotted back to the dressing room to get themselves ready for the shoot, and for a brief moment I completely forgot about their agent, but the door opening one last time was enough to remind me that I would still have to deal with her.  I closed my eyes and tried to keep my blood pressure down enough for the ensuing conversation.
 
“Hello Agatha, how nice to see you today.”
“Of course it is Mr. Uto, and it has been such a challenge getting the boys here, you can’t possibly understand how difficult they can be.”
“Well, we’re just finishing up with Shae and Sia, we’ll need them for group shots after that.”
“I still wish you had done this earlier, you never did take my, or the boys, schedules into consideration.” She sighed dramatically.
“Agatha, you do know how these things work, even we don’t know exactly when the companies will want things.”
“It doesn’t matter, you should figure out a way,” she tutted. “That being said, it is late enough that you’re going to have a few extra duties beyond the photography.” She said as she handed me a keyring with a single key dangling from it.
“Excuse me?”
“Yes, you see I’m going on a cruise along with both little Biscuit’s and Darjeeling’s parents, we decided it would be a good way to celebrate our fruitful relationship.”
“And what does that have to do with me?” I asked trying not to become annoyed at how roundabout she was being.
“Well, this shoot is obviously going to go late, and the cruise is leaving soon.  Since the boys will not be coming along you’ll have to drop them off at my place after the shoot is over.”
“I’ll what?”
“I’m sure it won’t be a big deal, I told them they are to follow your orders to the letter.  After you get them home my housekeeper, Jeffrey will see to them.”
“You can’t just—” But Agatha was already halfway out the door.
“Ta ta dear, do make sure they don’t stay up too late, that key can get you into my house in case Jeffrey is unavailable.” She said as the door swung closed before I could protest further.
 
I was seething; and were it not for the kids being present I would have gone on a profanity-ridden tirade.  Instead I tucked my anger away so that the photoshoot could continue.  The boys finally came out from the back, Biscuit was dressed in the bright red set with airplanes and Darjeeling in bright blue with seagulls.  We got them set up next to the girls and took several group pictures.  As usual, Biscuit started out very quiet and unmoving, we could get a smile but not much more.  Darjeeling we could barely keep still long enough in one pose before he was doing something else, we eventually got him settled on a sort of a strong man pose.  His continuous energy encouraged Biscuit to relax and once he got motivated the shoot was easier.
 
When the group shots were finally finished we let the girls go since their individual shots were already complete.  
 
It was well past sundown when we started taking pictures of just the boys together.  Fortunately, that part went much faster as the group session already set things up for their general poses as a duo.  This was the part I loved really, getting shots of them in tight underwear, enough that you could see the outline of their small packages.  I just made sure I got plenty of extra shots and close ups.  As I did this I could feel my cock swelling in my pants, this was somewhat exacerbated by my still growing spite for Agatha’s disregard.  The thought of her simply expecting me to be chauffeur to the boys was entirely out of line and not part of my job.  I would have continued brooding, but then it occurred to me that this might be one of the best opportunities I’d ever been presented with.  As I finished taking the pictures of the boys together took a moment to speak to Oscar.  
 
First I told him what Agatha had done, and even he seemed a little annoyed.
 
“We are not chaperones, we’re professional photographers.”
“I know, that’s how I feel too, but then I thought about things more, and I think we can take advantage of this situation.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well with all their parents and Agatha away, we have a real chance to get some special photographs of our young models, if you know what I mean.”
 
I saw the gears clicking in Oscar’s mind as he looked up at the already scantily clad boys and then licked his lips as he adjusted his pants.
 
“You make a good point, a very good point.”
“You can even set up some video recording if you’d like.” I grinned as I saw my assistant’s eyes widen.  “So you in?”
“Start with the rat boy and you’ve got me.” Oscar said bluntly as he opened up the bags containing the video recording equipment.
“Done deal, let me put in one phone call and we can get started.”
 
I took out my phone and auto-dialed the number for Jeffery.  Agatha never knew that I was the one who suggested that Jeffery get a job with her.  He was my eyes and ears to all the models she managed and even some of her dirty secrets.
 
“Hey Jeff, Agatha left us to bring the boys back after the shoot.  It’s going to take a bit longer, but there’s some big benefits if you don’t mention this to Agatha.”
“I like the sound of that, bring them back whenever.”
“I’ll let you know when we’re done and you’ll get something special out of it too.”
“No problem.”
 
When I finally finished my call I noticed that the boys were getting restless.
 
“Well that’s it for the pair pictures you two.”
“Awesome!” Darjeeling said as turned toward the dressing room. “C’mon Bis.”
 
The two boys started to make for the dressing room, but I was quick to stop them.
 
“Whoa, whoa, I said we were done with the pair pictures, we still have individual shots that we need.”
“Awww, there’s even more?”
“Darj, I can tell you could use a break, go in back, and have a snack, we’ll call you when we’re ready for you.”
 
The young otter smiled and immediately bolted for the dressing room.
 
“Biscuit, we’ll need you back on set for more photos.”
“Okay Mister Isaw, sir.”
 
I watched the young rat totter back into the stage area and I could tell that without his friend around he was feeling less comfortable.
 
“Just try and relax Bis.” I said as I started taking pictures again.
 
I eventually got him to start posing a little, I needed him to not be as tense for what I had in mind.  Once I had taken enough photos to make it seem like this was all part of a regular shoot I moved into my full plan.
 
“Okay Bis, I’m going to need you to take off your top for the next set.”
“My top sir?” The young rat said with some trepidation.
“Yes, your tank top, I need pictures of you in just the briefs since they can be sold separately.”
“Oh, okay.”
 
I watched his ears flush a little as he lifted the red tank top over his head and threw it off to the side.  At the same time I heard an audible grunt from Oscar who was once again shifting his pants with one hand as he adjusted some lighting with another.  This was the first I had ever seen Biscuit without a shirt on and as I refocused my camera on him I spotted pale pink nipples hiding among the white fur of his chest.  They were pert from the cold air in the room but that only made them look even nicer.  I made sure to get him into poses that better accentuated them not to mention getting more around his groin.  There was even a little patch just at the waistband of his underwear that was turning a little pinkish.  My camera never stopped taking pictures until I was satisfied I had gotten every angle including having him turn around so I could get his backside.
 
“Good job Biscuit.” I said as I switched to a new memory card.
 
I watched the young rat immediately pick up the tank top and put it back over his head and took a couple of steps toward the dressing room.
 
“Not quite Bis, we’re not done.”
“We’re not?” He said as he pushed his large, round glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“Nope, not yet.  I’m actually going to need you to lose the underwear and and keep just the shirt on.”
“B-but that would mean you could see my—are you sure Agatha said this was alright?”
“Now Bis, she did say you were to follow my orders to the letter, didn’t she?”
“I-I guess so.”
“And some people may want to just buy the tops as night shirts. So let’s get to it.”
 
I watched the young rat wring his hands nervously as he turned away from us, hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband and lowered the bright red underwear to the floor.  His ears had turned nearly the same shade of red as what was left of the outfit he was wearing but once he was done he turned back around and was carefully pulling the hem of his shirt down to keep his privates from being exposed.
 
“Come on now Bis, you know you can’t stay like that for the pictures.”
 
The bashful rat dropped his head and slowly removed his hands from the hem of his shirt. The tank top was actually a bit long on him, and the edge of it came down just far enough that under the lights you could see just the slightest outline his rosy sac and the tip of his penis.  In all honesty, this was perfect since it meant that the pictures would make great teasers.  As much as my hapless subject continued to try and keep his hands in just the right place to block the view of his more sensitive regions I kept giving him specific poses, usually with his hands up to the point that the edge of his tank top moved slightly higher up revealing even more.  My finger never left the trigger of my camera, I had to get as many shots as I could lest I miss some of the best.
 
I briefly glanced over to my left and saw that Oscar had given up trying to make adjustments and had simply taken his belt off and unzipped his pants if only to make room for his obvious raging boner.  I even found myself starting to get hard seeing Biscuit so nearly fully exposed.  If anything, his embarrassment over the situation only further spurred my desire.  I decided that it was time to end the pretense.
 
“Okay Biscuit, I got enough shots of the shirt you can take it off again.”
 
I watched the young model freeze when he heard my instructions.
 
“Did you hear me Bis?  Take the tank top off.”
“Please no.” I heard him whisper as he pulled on the lower hem of the shirt and twisted between clenched fingers.
“Come on Bis, you already know you’re supposed to be following my directions.”
 
He just kept standing still and shook his head.  I put my camera down and walked over to him, took one of his ears with my hand and squeezed it gently.  I had seen Darjeeling do this in the past when it seemed like Biscuit was becoming overwhelmed.  I put my other hand under his chin and lifted it so we could each other in the eye.
 
“We have to get these photos Biscuit, there isn’t a choice in the matter.”
“But I’ll be naked.” He managed to eke out.
“Yes, and you have no idea how many people want that.”  As I said this a shadow came up behind him and a dark paw came to rest on the young rat’s shoulder.  “Including my assistant.”
 
I saw Biscuit turn his head upward to look at Oscar, whose face was could best be described as menacing desire.
 
“Why don’t you be a good boy and listen to Mr. Isaw, he knows what’s best for you.”
 
I could see the bear’s grip tighten on the boy’s shoulder, and while I couldn’t tell where Oscar’s other hand was, I was fairly certain it was feeling its way around the rat’s rear as the boy’s face was an odd mixture of fear and shock.  The bear’s treatment was enough to get him to behave and once we had resumed our positions behind the cameras and immediately I began to take more pictures as he nervously took the tank top and gradually pulled it over his head.  The moment it was off of him, both of his pink hands immediately went over his groin to cover his shame.
 
“Now Biscuit, you know that will not do.  Hands to your side and chin up.  Or does Oscar need to give you more pep talk?”
 
“N-no, sir.”
 
Those two words were all I needed to hear to know that he wouldn’t protest about this further.  I watched the young rat curl his tail around a leg and reluctantly move his hands to his sides.  My eyes (and the camera) slowly tracked down the boy’s belly until white fur became the light pink skin of his groin and just below that his small, smooth, rosy cock and balls were exposed to the open air.  There was a moment of silence as both my assistant and I marveled at Biscuit’s unclad body, shivering ever so slightly in the air conditioned studio.  
 
“Very good Biscuit.  Now we can start.”
 
At first I just put him in very basic poses, simply standing for the camera, with quarter turns to get both profile and back shots.  I eventually moved on to having him turn his body away so that he was showing a bit of his cute butt while hiding his privates from the shot, and then a side pose with his arms stretched upward.
 
While he was doing this I couldn’t help but notice that he kept glancing over toward Oscar.  When I took a moment to see what was so distracting to the him I saw that the big bear had somehow, while still recording and making adjustments, managed to completely remove his pants and boxers and was simply taking all his recordings naked from the waist down, all the while sporting a healthy erection that occasionally dripped precum on to the studio floor.  This made me acutely aware of my swelling member that was now pressing against the inside of my jeans, which I rectified by pulling them off, leaving myself in my plaid boxers.  
 
“Biscuit, I need you to stop being distracted.  Oscar here is just trying to make you feel more comfortable while showing how much he appreciates your lovely body.” I chuckled, “I certainly like what I’m seeing too.”  The naked rat’s focus finally returned to me, evidence by the small gasp he made when he realized that I “suddenly” had no pants on. “Let’s get keep going.”
 
Once things were settled the poses became far more candid, spread legged both from the front and rear, the latter with his tail up to show off his goods.  Then down on his hands and knees, and lastly, laying on his stomach and back.  He was compliant through the process, but the redness of his ears only served to show just how mortified he was of his predicament.  After more shots than I could count, I finally let him rest a little.
 
“Good job Biscuit, you are going to make a lot of clients very happy.”
 
I called Oscar over to take a look at the various shots I had taken.  As we mused over the selection I heard a small cough.
 
“Is there something wrong Biscuit?”  The spectacled rat had returned to keeping both hands over his groin, but he hadn’t moved from the lighted stage.
“Well, um, it’s kind of cold here, could I put something on?”
 
I was going to outright deny him, as I preferred seeing him naked, but then an idea popped into my head.
 
“Maybe we can accommodate you Bis.  Just give me a second.” I turned to Oscar and whispered, “Go and get me those boxes over there.”
“Isaw why do you want—” I watched the bear look up at the young rat and then back at me. “Oh, oh yes, yes I see.  That’s perfect, let me get that.”
 
He soon returned with several boxes worth of clothing.  I opened them up and fished around for a moment until I pulled out a pair of underwear that had a bit of lace and some pink hearts on it.
 
“Here Biscuit, why don’t you try these on?” I said as I tossed them down at his feet.  
“B-but those are for girls!” He looked so shocked I thought his glasses would fall off.
“You asked for clothing, we’re just providing.” I tossed several more at him. “I think you should try a few on for us.  What do you think Oscar?”
“I think you will try them all on for us,” the black bear grinned as he rubbed his erection.
 
I picked my camera back up and observed the abashed rat slowly put on the first pair, sliding them up his legs.  His already slender figure worked far better than I thought it would; and the different size and shape of the underwear accentuated his package better than any of boy’s stuff he had worn earlier.  I also couldn’t tell whether he was more embarrassed being naked or wearing the girl’s undies as his face was flushed red the moment that he had fit them over his hips.  This didn’t stop me from taking plenty more pictures of him, and setting him up in seductive poses.  I had him try everything from plain to lacy and most of them in various pink hues, each one making him regret asking for clothing at all.  I was about to move on to a fourth choice when I felt a tap my shoulder and I turned to see that my assistant had managed to slip over to me with nary a sound.
 
“Hey Isaw. Um, I have a favor to ask.” The big bear said looking nervous.  Something I knew to be entirely out of character.
“Oh? What do you want Oscar?”
“I have an outfit I want rat boy to wear.  Do you think we could make him wear it?”
“I don’t see why not.”
“Well the outfit is a little complicated, could I also help him put it on?” The bear said as his eyes shifted to Biscuit and back again.
“I see,” I said, immediately understanding his ulterior motive.  “I think you deserve to do it, go ahead, get it out and help our friend here into his next outfit.”
“Let me get it from the box,” Oscar said to me while already rushing away, “I can’t wait!”
“You hear that Biscuit? Oscar has a special outfit for you, so just wait until he comes back with it.”
 
The young rat remained silent and simply nodded as he wrapped his fingers around the elastic edge of the underwear he had on.  He looked like he wanted to take them off just as much as he wanted to keep them on.  None of that mattered when my assistant returned though.
 
The big bear pulled Biscuit in close and with deft fingers pulled his current underwear off and left him naked again before sitting him down on the floor.  I watched as he first pulled footless, mid-thigh, red-striped stockings up on both of Biscuit’s legs, and then followed with a pair of gloveless sleeves that matched the socks.  The big bears hands were always wandering casually over the young rat’s white fur, lingering along the insides of his legs and brushing gently against his privates, as they pulled a pair of shiny, red, lacy panties up on him.  The outfit was finished off by a large red ribbon that went around his neck that was tied into a bow at the back, and then a smaller bow that went on his tail.
 
“Perfect!” Oscar said as he moved away and helped the adolescent rat to his feet.
 
When I got a good look at Biscuit it was like he had been wrapped up like a present, but I couldn’t deny that it was a really good look for him, better than just the girly undies we had been using before.
 
“Oscar, would you like to direct our subject on his poses for this?”
“You want me to?” The big bear gave me a surprised look.
“It’s your outfit, why not call out his poses.”
“Thanks Isaw, thanks a lot!” He beamed.
 
It turned out that Oscar was pretty good at poses.  It also let him go up and get more chances to touch the model, adjusting limbs, head and especially groin; getting him in just the right poses.  I think I liked the innocent kneeling pose the most, but there were a whole lot of them that were just suggestive enough.  
 
The whole session was going along far better than I had hoped and then I heard something behind me.  A shuffling sound, which was odd as Oscar was helping Biscuit get into a new pose.
“Mr. Isaw, it’s boring back there, you need me yet?”
“Darj, I told you I call for you when you were needed.” I said without turning around.
“I know, but I thought—”
 
The otter’s sudden silence indicated to me that he had come close enough to see that it wasn’t a photoshoot.
 
“W-what’s going on?” Darjeeling asked me cautiously.
“Darj! Help Me!” Biscuit suddenly yelped aloud.
“Bis? Are you okay?”
 
The young otter tried to run to where his friend was but I held his shoulder and he could only watch as Oscar took Biscuit in his arms blocking his erection and then dragged the struggling rat over to the side.  I knelt down and turned Darjeeling so he was facing me.  I saw he was still wearing the underoo set from earlier in the day.  He looked both confused and concerned.
 
“Now Darj, I’m going to need you to pay attention to me, can you do that?”
“Mr. Isaw, what’s happening, what are you doing with Biscuit?”
“This is a special photoshoot, and now you get to be part of it too.” I put my hand on his shoulder.
“I-I don’t know if I want to.” He said, nervously glancing around.
“You wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to your friend now would you?”
 
As I said this I let him get a good view of the fact that Oscar had the young rat’s hands locked over his head in one large paw while the other paw had slipped under Biscuits lacy underpants and was squeezing his privates.  Biscuit managed to muster a desperate plea.
 
“Help Darj, please, oh.” He said as he squirmed.
“He he, little rat, something is growing down there.” Oscar chuckled.
 
Darj reached a hand out and would have probably dashed away to try and help his imperiled friend if I still didn’t have an iron grip on his shoulder.
 
“There’s only one way to help him now, and that’s for you to get under those lights and follow my orders.”
 
I watched as Darj put his hands down and clenched his small fists while looking at the floor.  I could tell he was frustrated by his predicament, but he eventually walked his way into the staging area and faced me.
 
“Okay Mr. Isaw, if it means that you’ll stop hurting Bis I’ll do it.”
“We weren’t hurting little Biscuit to begin with, we love him too much for that; but you Darjeeling, you I love even more.”
 
I decided to remove all pretense of my motives and slipped right out of my boxers.  I knew that over this session I was going to end up in the same state as my assistant.  I began it all the exact same way as I had with Biscuit and had Darjeeling remove his tank top.  Somehow Oscar managed to keep his grip tight on Biscuit while still manning his video camera.  I was also taking shots like a madman, I wanted any and every shot I could of the smooth-furred boy.  I loved getting a chance to see his pretty light yellow nipples against his sandy chest fur.  When I had him put the top back on and told him to remove the underwear he had nearly the same response as Biscuit had had, only this time the situation was slightly different.  Where the young rat had a diminutive figure that let the tank top hang over his privates, Darjeeling was longer in his mid-section and stouter in his arms and legs.  This meant that there was a lot of belly between where his tank top ended and his underwear began.  The loss of his underwear meant he’d be exposing himself.  So it wasn’t a surprise that he was being even more hesitant.
 
“Getting cold feet now Darj?” I asked quizzically. “You know we can always just have more fun with Biscuit, right?”
“Noooo, stop it, nnnnngh.” Biscuit blurted out as Oscar had started fondling him again through his undies while licking the side of his face.
“Bis! No! I’m sorry! Make him stop Mr. Isaw.” Darjeeling pleaded to me with tears forming in his eyes.
“You know what you have to do Darj, get to it and save your friend.”
“Fine! Fine, I’ll do it, just leave him alone.”
 
With no further hesitance the young otter gripped the edge of his blue underoos and pulled them down and off of his legs in a frustrated jerk.  He then held them up in one hand while the other one covered his crotch.
 
“There, you happy now?” He said to me while dropping them on the floor.
“Almost.” I looked down at the one hand covering his privates.
 
The otter gave one last huff of defiance and put both hands to his sides.  My eyes tracked down his long, beautifully curvy, tawny-furred body until they came to rest on his plump, uncut cock and round fuzzy balls.
 
“Very good. Now I’m happy.” I said lining up a perfect shot.
 
The number of shots I took with him still in the shirt were fewer, but there was still something cute about him still having a little something on.  I specifically gave a frontal pose with him on his knees; back arched and legs splayed, just to show things off.  I liked it so much that I barely had him move before getting him to take off the shirt and returning him to that pose.  Removal of his blue tank top was met with little resistance as anything he would have been embarrassed about showing off had already been fully uncovered.
 
Seeing Darjeeling’s naked body was just about everything that I wanted since first he stepped into my studio.  I put him in arcing poses, both standing and in repose, that accentuated his curves and caused his small cock to stick out from his body.  Through careful manipulation I was able to get him to channel all his frustration into getting into bolder, lewder and higher exposure positions.  I even got him to turn around, lift his thick tail and spread his cheeks to show off his small pucker with just a hint of his balls from between his legs.
 
At this point I was as bad as my assistant in that my cock was as hard as it could be, and was causing a mess around my feet.  Most of me wanted to keep the otter naked for the rest of the night, but a small glance over at Oscar and Biscuit gave me another idea.
 
“You can relax for a moment Darj; I’m going to get something special for you.”
 
I saw, Darjeeling rest his naked rump down on the floor.  So long as Biscuit was still in Oscar’s clutches he wasn’t going to go anywhere.  I walked quickly over to the boxes of girl’s clothing that had been pulled out earlier and rooted through them.  Yellow, definitely yellow, perhaps flowers. I thought to myself as I pulled various pieces out while eyeing both Darjeeling and Biscuit.
 
“Here we go.” I said as I bundled up the clothing and walked up to the still seated otter, “let’s see how this looks on you.”
 
I held up a pair of flowery, yellow girl’s underwear; Darjeeling took one look at it and looked disgusted.
 
“What!? I’m not gonna dress up like a girl!” He said as he crossed his arms and pouted.
“You don’t want your friend to be the only one do you?”
 
I gestured toward Oscar again and he held the captive rat’s arms up in the air to show off the pink-hued outfit he was wearing.  I saw Biscuit turn his head away from his friend as his ears and face went red.
 
“Well I...”
“You’re going to abandon him in his hour of need?”
“Bis, I just—”
 
Oscar took the moment to once get a handful of the rat’s package and gave it a squeeze making the young boy gasp.
 
“Darj! Please!” Biscuit pleaded as tears welled up behind his glasses.
 
I saw Darjeeling looking between his suffering friend and the girly clothing that I was holding in my hands.  I wouldn’t have guessed that this would have been the thing that caused him pause when it came to protecting his friend, but I could see the cracks forming.
 
“Is this clothing so bad that you would completely forgo your friend.” I asked dangling the undies in front of him.
“It’s just...other people might—”
“So you want your friend to suffer?”
“No! It’s not that, I mean.”
 
The torn otter slammed a fist into the floor and thumped his tail dropping his gaze.
 
“Fine. I’ll wear your stupid girly clothes.”
 
He tried to reach for the clothing but I pulled it back.
 
“No, no, I’ll take care of putting this on, it’s delicate.” I knew it was a fib, but I didn’t want Oscar to be the only one to enjoy the experience.
 
I pulled the otter’s legs out and then began to pull the first yellow stocking up his leg.  The edges had silken floral work on them and they went up just high enough on his leg that my knuckles bumped up against his soft-furred sac.  I pulled the second stocking up and then, like Biscuit, I added on gloveless sleeves to his arms.  Finally, I had him turn around and put one larger stocking on his tail.  I took a good look at him for a moment before pulling on the underwear I had picked out for him, and then topping the whole thing off with a garland of daisies on his head.
 
“Don’t you look lovely?”
 
Instead of getting the uppity responses from the young otter that I had received earlier he remained silent.  I occurred to me that while being naked had been a little bit embarrassing, for some reason wearing girl’s clothing had moved him to being completely chagrined.  The most he could manage was fiddling with his fingers because he didn’t know what to do with himself.  I decided to give him a silk daisy to hold in his hands.
 
“We’re going to start taking pictures again, so I want you to be good and follow my directions.”
“Yes, Mr. Isaw,” was the first response I heard from him, and much like with his friend, it very much meant that he had resigned himself to the situation.
 
I put him in all kinds of coy, feminine poses.  I was right that the yellow tones worked well with the brown tones of his fur.  After taking far more shots than I would ever need I decided that the photoshoot needed to end with something interesting.
 
“Oscar, can you let Biscuit back onto the stage?  I want both boys up there for the final sets of pictures, a few more duo shots should work well with them dressed like this.”
“I think you may be right Isaw.” My assistant nodded in agreement.
 
The black bear let the rat go and pushed him back to the staging area with a big paw to his rear.  Biscuit gave a squeak of surprise as he felt the bear squeeze his butt cheek as he pushed him forward.
 
With the two boys together again I eyed them both up and down.  They looked good together, flowers and ribbons, pinks and yellows.  While I did prefer them naked, this worked in a innocent and yet sensual way.
 
“I think I’ll call this photo series ‘High Tea Time’.” I chuckled inwardly at the joke, but it had been too perfect for a while.
 
I took shots of them standing next to each other and then holding hands.  I had Darjeeling hold his flower out to Biscuit as if he was in love.  This only served to make both boys shy away from each other, but they knew they had to do it.  I had them hold each other close, one behind the other, making things just suggestive enough that anyone viewing the images would know where they were being taken.
 
“Okay boys, take those undies off again, but just the undies.”
 
The two boys looked at each other and very slowly took their frilly underwear off again.  I took a couple of pictures of them just standing there with their privates once again exposed, but now the girl’s clothing added a different feel to it.
 
I walked up to both of them and had them face me for a moment.
 
“These are going to be the last few pictures, so long as you follow my directions to the word, otherwise this could be a long night.”
“Yes, sir.” Biscuit said as Darjeeling simply nodded.
“Now face each other.”
 
Once the two boys were looking at each other, I reached out in both directions and grabbed their penises simultaneously.  Biscuit only looked mildly surprised after the molesting he had received from Oscar, but Darjeeling audibly gasped.
 
“Mr. Isaw, no!”  The otter tried to back away, but he really could move away with my hand on his willy.
“Calm down Darj, you’ll enjoy this more.”
 
I tugged gently at both of their cocks until I could feel them start to plump.  I didn’t know whether either of them could actually get hard based on the situation, but I just wanted them to stick out some.  I could feel their breathing increasing as both boys were affected by my stimulation.  Eventually they both hardened enough that their cocks were sticking right at each other.
 
“There we go.”
 
Satisfied, I immediately pulled out my camera and started taking shots of them facing each other, I didn’t know how long their new erections would last before going down.  It was pleasing and surprising to see things staying up for longer than just a moment.
 
“Okay boys, for you last picture I’m going to need you two to kiss.”
“You want us to kiss!?” Darjeeling said, breaking out of his submissive mental state.
“Yes, kiss, on the lips.”
“But we’re both boys!”
“So? If you want the photoshoot to finish, then you’re going to have to kiss.”
 
The boys stared at each other for a while.
 
“Can you do this Bis?” Darjeeling inquired.
“If you c-can, I can,” Biscuit responded meekly.
 
The boys leaned in and very carefully put their lips together in a kiss, their little cocks bumping into each other as they did.  The kiss lasted for only moments, but the number of pictures I got in the process was perfect.  The moment they had locked lips Darjeeling eyes went wide and he pushed Biscuit away his face looking flushed.
 
“T-there is that good enough Mr. Isaw?” He asked.
“I think that’s good enough for today.” I said as I slipped my boxers and pants back on over my erection.
“You got everything Oscar?”
“Everything and more Isaw.” Oscar said as he chuckled.
“You boys did well, especially for a long night.”
“Can we go home now Mr. Isaw?” Darjeeling whined.
“Yes, I think we can take you home now, but keep in mind that I expect you back here bright and early tomorrow.” I explained to both boys as I was helping them off of the stage.
“Tomorrow? We don’t have any shoots set for tomorrow.” The young otter responded with surprise.
“You do now.”
“B-but you said we were done.” Darjeeling stood agape.
“Yes, for today, but certainly not completely finished.”
“This isn’t fair!”
“I suppose you’re right, it isn’t.”
“What if Bis and I lock ourselves in our room and don’t show huh?”
“Then I’ll release all these beautiful pictures of you both to the world, and everyone will get to see you both dressed up in your pretty girly outfits.” I didn’t even bother mentioning the naked pictures, I already knew that my otter protégé would rather die than have anyone else see him in his current outfit.
 
That response was enough to put the young otter in his place again.
 
“Fine then, c’mon Biscuit, let’s go.”
 
Darjeeling grabbed his friend’s hand and started pulling him toward the dressing room.
 
“And where do you two think you’re going?” I asked as I blocked their way.
“We’re gonna get out of these stupid clothes and back into our own.”
“Oh no you’re not.  You’re going home dressed exactly the way you are now.”
“Mr. Isaw, no, please.” Darjeeling pleaded with me as Biscuit just sort of stood stoically.
“Oh yes Darj, I promised Jeffery something special, and I’m not going to fail to deliver.  Now both of you march your butts out to the car.”
 
I pushed the boys along at the smalls of their backs and soon felt the presence of Oscar behind me, signaling that he had finished breaking down the set and shutting off the lights.  When we got to the door Darjeeling tried to bargain one more time.
 
“Please, not like this, what if someone sees me?”
“Then they’ll see you.”
“Please, just let me take this off, I’d rather go out there naked than looking like this, please, please.”
“No deal,” though I must admit that the thought of him being completely naked for the ride home wasn’t a bad one.
 
By now the sun had gone down, and the two of them scurried as best as they could until they got to my SUV.  I lingered on the unlock button of my fob for just a few moments to make them sweat it out before I let them open the back seat doors and slip back into semi-privacy.
 
The trip home was quiet though I caught little snippets of the boys talking in the back at the start.
 
“I can’t believe he made us kiss.” Darjeeling said.
“Y-yeah, I never thought we’d have to do something like that.”
“I thought it was going to be really icky, but it kind of wasn’t.”
“Y-you don’t think so.”
“No, it wasn’t so bad with you Bis.”
 
I raised an eyebrow when the juvenile otter said this, and noticed that he had taken the Biscuit’s hand.  The two commiserated for a little while longer, but the ride home was long and the photoshoot had taken most of their energy.  Both boys eventually fell into a light slumber, still holding hands.  Their exposed privates completely on display, but no longer enough of an issue to make them care.
 
When we got to their home I chose not to wake them up.  I picked up Darjeeling and Oscar lifted Biscuit and we carried them to the door of their home.  I used the key I was given to open the front door.  Jeffrey had been busy playing video games on Agatha’s large HD television.
 
“Oh hey guys, you sure were out late, how are the boys—oh my!”
 
I motioned as best as I could for Jeffrey to be quiet and not wake up the boys.  We took them up to Agatha’s bedroom and laid them both down on her king sized bed, they instinctively hugged each other close pressing their nearly naked bodies together.  Jeffrey was eyeing them over, and I could see that he was tenting his sweatpants.
 
“Feel free to take some cellphone shots, but remember not to share them out.  These boys have had a long day, but they’ll need their energy back for tomorrow.  So long as Agatha is away, there will be plenty more sessions.” I grinned.
 
I left the house and met back up with Oscar who had the car still running.
 
“We should come up with some good ideas for tomorrow, maybe even have Jeffery give them something to wear immediately when the day starts.”  I was running through countless possibilities.
“I already have more ideas for rat boy, and we have plenty of time to make plans.” Oscar replied.
“I should probably contact some ‘interested’ parties too, I’m sure we can make a bit more of a private event of this.” I mused while Oscar drove us back to the studio where we’d start post processing all the pictures and video.
 
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