orangetoughguy | log post II

[He's just gotta be like Marlon Brando. Play it fucking super cool. The real test is when the teeth and claws are out and someone's got to eat up the other, every fucking man for himself. Shit Freddy's got it in him to pitch, make no mistake about that, but in this type of scenario the photographer's got all the power. It's how these gigs normally go, except no one's dangerously close to being barely legal and no one's doing anything they don't want to. That's a fucking turn on.]

I'm thinking about you, what you're all about. Why you want pictures of me. If you want anything else out of me.

[Somewhere along the line he put his cigarette out but the smell still lingers under the scent of oil fresh on his skin and the motors still clinging to him. Rolling his palm, fuck he's starting to spring a stiff one just thinking about getting down on all fours for Larry's damn pictures. Freddy thinks about what else he has in that case and if he plans to take pictures of whatever it is on him, in him, whichever.]

I am enjoying it, asshole. [Like he can't tell, fff.]

About me? I'm about [click] serving my art. You know? It's what's true.

[That's what the fucks say in the movies. For a moment he almost believes it is that kind of bullshit That Dick would say. Except what does he know? Nothing.]

You're enjoying you. It takes well to film. This is hot shit. Take it out. Let me see.

[The camera is ready and so is some of that oil.]

Get into it like you want to fuck me.

[Ha.]

[It really is kind of the bullshit that 'dick' would say but coming from Larry he knows he's not trying to be some upper class intellectual fraud, he's just playing the game. Not to say that other guy is a fake or anything, enough about him. This is about Lawrence Dimick and Freddy happens to enjoy this charade too.]

Okay. I can take it out.

[He pulls the teeth on his zip apart achingly slow to make way for his erection. The kid's fist is oiled up from his arm so it makes pumping his own shaft real easy.] I want to fuck you.

[The words practically drip off his tongue like saliva lubricating a cock. Funny how this gets easier as it gets dirtier. Maybe the latter's a good distraction from other picture perfect details. Because his jeans are open and not entirely slim fitting the kid can fit two hands here. One to hold his cock, the other to reach behind himself and...well, the denim's hiding most of what's going on back there isn't it?] Better?

[One shot after another. The floor is getting harder to navigate without stepping on some. Larry scoots them aside to be able to maneuver. He's getting these hands his face, his chest.]

What, you trying to seduce me or some shit?

[Camera in one hand the other pulls up his wifebeater higher to show more skin that he doesn't touch. Another pull at the denim now to make sure it sits just so at his hips as he's sitting. Yeah this means he'll want a shot from the back.]

I'm not gonna lie. You look like you want to get fucked bad.

[There he goes touching him without really touching him again. Is part of the game chicken? Does Larry think he can get Freddy to beg him to fuck him? Well the old man wouldn't be completely off the mark if he keeps touching only his clothes.]

I'm doin' what you told me. Shit you're the professional, if I'm doin' it wrong tell me.

[With his jeans slung low the kid gets down on the mattress, on his back first to point his hard-on straight up. Yep, doing it like this feels way easier. He manages to keep his briefs from slipping down with his jeans as he turns over, cheek to the mattress, ass up, hand still in there and hidden. Only an idiot wouldn't be able to tell what he's doing to himself.]

I said no funny stuff. [The catch is he never said getting fucked is funny stuff.]

[Yes and no. It's the artist and his hot, malleable wad of clay that's taking on a life of its own.]

Keep going. Just don't over do it. We don't want this to be over too soon.

[He's following right behind shot for shot. Now the old man is on his knees. His tie is more loose.]

Why don't you just take off the shirt?

[So that he can go and bring the suitcase over here.]

[His knuckles poke out pushing his briefs aside enough for a quick glimpse of skin underneath. Then the kid pulls his hand out, fist relinquishing his cock to sit up.] Sure.

[Off goes the shirt but he's looking at the case again.] What's in it?

[Brown eyes are tracking every movement without the camera. That flash of skin is a fucking tease.]

A few props.

[First a roll of black tape. Then a line of rope. To go with the rope is a red bandanna. The next item to rest on the mattress is lube, not oil, straight up lube.]

I brought chain if you think rope won't go.

[He pulls it out, there's not too much it was likely a belt chain but there's enough to work with just like the rope.]

I decided to keep my options open.

I don't know how some of that stuff works.

[Freddy admits or is it the Freddy trying to be Mr. Orange who's admitting to it? Either way he's pulling the trepidation factor pretty well on his own. With his beater tossed aside he's just a younger man sitting on a mattress in his underwear. Freddy doesn't think he looks all that young but there's no real publishing factor here, just Larry with his camera having a little fun. No one's photos but there own.]

You gonna tie me out like a dog?

[The implication here is he bites and he'll do it if he feels threatened. But Larry's not gonna threaten him is he? They never did come up with a safeword.]

All for show. I want you to be free to move still. [He takes the rope and tape and makes a lasso. It's easy to loop the kid in because the line is already wide open. He tapes it tighter but shows it has give and take.]

Before I forget.

[He slathers oil on his hands and then puts them all over his torso starting close to the shoulders and working his way down deliberately taking time to coat over and around his nipples before heading to brush over the sparse patch of hair.]

Shows well on film.

[This ain't threatening is it? Directing maybe, taking charge. Once he has his hands on the kid there's a surge of heat.]

You said you wanted to fuck.

Sure. I like movin' around.

[Oh shit he's rubbing him up and down and dangerously close. This time there's no shirt, his jeans are falling down his thighs, and there's just his briefs in the way which doesn't mean much because his cock is sticking out of them. They're held on only by his balls and the top of his ass why is he even wearing them at all? Fuck paws oiling his torso make him harder.]

Fucking feels pretty good. I've been fucked before so don't look at me like you think you might break me.

[Is that a challenge? Maybe. Maybe not.]

I bet you do.

[Larry leans so close that he can feel the kid's breathe on his face. He tries to keep it critical like he's considering a shot. One paw relaxes at his hip and rubs back to brush the tip of his finger to his ass then forward to touch his thumb to the base of his dick. The other hand grabs a hold and rubs one of his nipples.]

I'm gonna tie you up first. When I'm all done with what I need to finish the shoot, I'll fuck you. But that's only if I get good pictures out of this.

[That is a challenge. Hands off now to handle the materials.]

Oh. And uh. I don't think you fucked me before if you don't think I can break you.

[Casual. He'll grab a cigarette while prepping.]

[Grunt. All that pawing's got him strained to breathe slow and steady but the touch to his cock followed by his chest has his breath hitched. Fuck. His body's aching for it, maybe it shows on his face, but Freddy's not gonna give up the charade and beg for it. Yet.]

You got different ways in mind? Standing, curled up, bent over.

[Positions for being tied and photographed of course. Just that. Uh huh. Oh shit his brow quirks. What kind of challenge is that?? The kid kicks the rest of his jeans off so it's just one oiled up body in briefs barely hanging on.] I thought you said I'm a natural.

[Goddamn. His casual demeanor accompanying those very telling words is turning up Orange's temperature. Don't beg for it Newendyke, make the photos do all the tempting.]

[Puff, puff. For a moment he doesn't say anything. He's savoring the tension in the air. Freddy smells so damn good right now like the oil and the Marlboros. Brown eyes watch those jeans come off. He takes another drag before keeping it in his teeth.]

Gimme your hands.

[To loop the rope around a few times.]

You are. Prove to me it ain't a flash in the pan.

[Larry takes the bandanna and puts it around Freddy's neck. The rest of the rope coils around his arms to trail off of his shoulder. Camera is up and ready again. Click. And up in real close for his cock hanging between his legs.]

[His hands. The kid offers them up for the old man to do with them whatever he pleases. Shit Larry could tell him to lean out the window and get ready to get fucked and cry it out to the world and he might actually do it. Bandana fixed to his neck he feels a little more like a Fido than a Freddy. It makes his balls ache for some action.]

Am I a bandit or a boyscout?

[He dares to ask while the camera goes off. It's the difference between a look of defiance and submission, after all. Flash in the pan he says. Fff.]

You're a bandit.

[Smoke curls from Larry's cigarette dropping ash here and there as he moves from one side of the mattress to the other. Click. Click. He tosses the pictures aside not even looking at them. Now he'll move that bandanna to sit on the bridge of Freddy's nose and cover his mouth.]

Work with it. You said you wanted to move. The ropes ain't even tight.

[Not yet. Oh and he is thinking about putting the kid out the window because they sure as hell couldn't do it in their apartment. Not without getting caught. It's one thing to do it in your living room with the blinds open. It's plain sight. To do it out the window where people can hear even if they can't see?

He kneels again and rubs a hand over the fly of his own pants none too discretely.]

Okay. A bandit.

[You can do this Newendyke. You're already practically naked so there's nothing to lose. Fuck shyness. The kid gives the old man another hard cutting defiant look before he starts struggling with his binds. It's a slow drawn out sort of battle, like a beast caught in a trap. His body twists and turns on the mattress, stretching, curling, constricting, lashing out. Freddy's only semi-careful of not kicking at Larry, especially when that fly action catches his attention. All the rolling's got his hair messed up again, not to mention the bandana's fallen off his stately nose already. On his side, dick still sticking up, the kid huffs and puffs. Breathe in, breathe out. Look at him and make him want to fuck you without saying a word.]

[Click. Click. Click. Shot for shot it's like he's being fucked by an invisible man. He is a goddamn bandit stealing the old man's cool. Larry swallows thickly and sucks down the rest of his cigarette. Without a care he crushes it on the floor. The tie is hardly even on his neck anymore and he pops a button.]

Perfect. Now you got it.

[Even though he's writhing and thrashing Larry comes closer. The mattress squeaks noisily. Camera lense fixed at Freddy's hip he pulls down those barely on briefs with one finger.]

Turn over. Show me your ass.

[How far down? The tops of his thighs? His knees? It doesn't matter much because with them still on and the kid now on his knees he feels like he's going to get fucked whether he wants to or not. Larry's too cool and starting to lose it behavior is just as intoxicating as the position Freddy's been put in.]

How's this?

[Nothing covering him up now, it's kind of shameless. These are the kinds of photographs not meant for magazines left on the coffee table, not meant for sophisticated editorials or to sell merchandise...unless the merchandise is his sweet ass. There's only one client in the world he caters to and these knees are spreading a little more for him.]

Do I look ready to fuck huh? [Orange is taking over, shameless dirty Orange who doesn't give a rat's ass what a kid from Central California thinks.]

Just what I want.

[Always. Fuck is he ever good at this. It's wrong and so fucking perfect all at once. These could be pictures on someone's coffee table though chances are it is no one of any good repute.

Click.

Larry grabs at that sweet ass with one hand hard. Another shot before he smacks it.]

You do. Maybe I was wrong about pictures. I think you could be in film too.

[Edging closer now he presses close to rub against Freddy. Clothes don't hide that he's hard.]

Okay, bandit. I got another idea. You gotta tell me if you'll like it or not... how about you get on my dick and I shoot you from there.

[Ugh, he moans from the ass-grabbing only to actually groan out loud when Larry smacks it. That's not playing fair at all for fuck's sake. Freddy wets his lips to hold back from begging Larry to fuck him, that erection rubbing onto him doesn't help in the least.]

Would you wanna film me? Getting hot and twisting all over the place. Tellin' you to stick it in me.

[He's not asking, just hypothesizing. Yep. Oh there we go, now Mr. White's getting down to business. Orange looks like he's thinking about it (thinking about how much he wants it) then he nods twice.] Okay. You can put me on your dick, but you gotta take nice pictures. I'm no fuckin' piece of trash.

[Nevermind that he kind of feels trashy and loves it. No inhibitions. No dangers.]

[If he's gonna keep on making noise like that they're never going to get anywhere at all. Straight to fucking. ...as if it were a bad thing at all.]

I think we should start a contract. I told you there's money in it.

[Larry's belt makes noise as it comes undone. He tosses it aside so that Freddy can see it. Tie next, shirt.]

Of course I'm gonna take pictures. I'm a professional. And I can more than see you're a man of taste and ambition.

[Unzip and a ruffle of fabric and Larry rubs his erect cock against him.]

Gimme a bit to get ready.

[Meaning he's gotta pull away to kick off his pants and briefs.]

Would you like a rubber for this piece?

[Don't worry, Freddy. He doesn't have one at all.]

Long term? Gonna keep me under your thumb for as long as you can? I know how that shit works. [Orange boasts like some street-hardened motherfucker, the very opposite of what Freddy Newendyke is. The sounds of his belt, clothes, everything falling aside raises the hairs on his skin. Fuck he wants it so bad and the old man's just taking his goddamn time.]

Sure I am, whatever you say, cowboy.

[The telltale sound of a zip being undone makes him wet his lips--shit shit shit. Another moan escapes his lips. His cock is so close, so fucking close. That tease. Green eyes flash another sharp look at Lawrence Dimick. He better give Freddy a good rough fuck for taking all this time. He doesn't even care if his briefs stay stretched around his knees. He shakes his head a bit more insistent than he means to be. No.] Why, you got one?

[Don't make the kid work his way around begging him not to put it on. Come on that's just cruel.]

You need someone like me to make it in thus business. [Oh he sees those hairs stand up. He rubs his paw down the kid's back and over his thighs.]

Know what? I think that was the one thing I forgot.

[Larry grabs the lube and coats his dick. Of course now he's got to rub some in with his fingertips.]

Tell me you still wanna go through with it though.

[Just rubbing, not fucking him with his fingers though it is very tempting.]

I need someone like you.

[Says the kid, betting it's like music to his fucking old man ears. Who doesn't want to be wanted? Needed? Held, touched, and squeezed just like he's doing to his back and thighs. Freddy arches under that paw like a damn animal.] Uh huh---

[Hitch. Don't ease back on those fingers, Newendyke. You're a tough guy remember? You don't have to beg for it.] ...I wanna go through with it.

[Yes he does. He eases back onto those knuckles. Begging.] Fuck me. Let's get your fuckin' pictures, cowboy.

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