The Foremes Modeling Agency Building, Grand Street, Southport, New Jersey.....
Flashing lights were all around as photo after photo was being taken. At the same time, each photographer rotated about the stage trying to ensure they got the most out of their respective shots and the handsome class of half-naked male models that stood before them. Each of the five models was wearing the same sickening green boxer briefs and made to look like they'd been out in the wild via the primal backdrop and the incents all around the set. Ron Hemming had been front and center as he stood towering above most of the candidates for the shoot and impressively toned in terms of muscle mass as he scanned the room. Oliver had limped his way to the set wearing the same boxer briefs despite his nearly spattering them before the shoot during his romp with the immensely smug and grinning Ron.
He stood amid the other models still smelling heavily of sex and cologne as Ron approached him the heat still flickering behind his eyes. Oliver treated him to a smile as he briefly made a show of letting Ron know that he hadn't done a thing to erase the evidence of their passion-filled exchange in the wake of getting ready for the shoot.
Ron smirked as he took his place standing ironically behind Oliver who had secretly pressed his briefs-covered arse against the vicious brute's cock. The taller man growled some as he stood resisting the urge to pin Oliver down and take him with reckless abandon on the stage. The primal look in his eyes had gotten caught on camera and all of a sudden Ron had given them the best possible looks for their shoot.
Oliver had been among the other men as they each lay down on the stage in a sea of arms and limbs as they were gathered around the podium with the supposed wild cologne on it. They were to be stacked like corpses in the midst of a sea of green as the strongest of them had vied for the scent that seemed to be undeniable.
Ron thought the whole scene amusing as they had no idea what a true bout of a particular scent had looked like and even less about the sense of primal appetites. Oliver smirked at him from his place in the pile of bodies as Ron was positioned near him. The amusement of their secret among the other men seemed to be the highlight of the afternoon as the bright lights and flashing bulbs continued to catch image after image before the posing came to an end and Ron found himself moving toward a water cooler.
He had known most of the models male and female alike that passed through the doors of the agency and the sight of a new face had gotten his undivided attention as a young blond with blue eyes and slightly tanned skin approached the water cooler as well. He had something of a nice white smile as he stood wearing the same dark green boxer briefs and didn't seem all that shy about occasionally staring at Ron's barely covered cock via his own briefs of the same color.
"You must be Ron Hemming." said the blond seemingly pleasant.
Ron sipped his water and arched a brow at the young new arrival. He looked like he had just gotten out of high school and due to his good looks they plucked him off the street and threw him in front of a camera.
"Who wants to know?" asked Ron finishing off his cup of water as he looked over the blond younger man.
"I've heard that you have something of a reputation here." said the blond seemingly interested in more than a casual chat with the top star of the agency.
"People talk all the time," replied Ron as the flicker of heat behind his eyes seemed to get the younger model's undivided attention.
The young blond's eyes once more fell upon Ron's not-so-hidden cock as he stood before him. It was clear the boy wanted something and Ron had picked up on it very quickly. The blond took a drink of water in front of him taking his time to suck it down in full view of the handsome older man as they stood in silence for several moments.
The blond newcomer had stepped in front of Ron, reaching for another drink of water by arching his back and wiggling his small but well-maintained ass as Ron watched him already feeling the rapid swelling of his cock against the briefs he wore causing them to expand in full view.
"I'm Garret by the way." said the blond newcomer with a flicker of heat behind his blue eyes. "Garret Baker."
Ron nodded in his direction and stepped back toward the stage where he'd been needed for another shot with Oliver.
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Ron's Dressing Room, The Foremes Modeling Agency Building, Grand Street, Southport, New Jersey.....
Having enough of being beneath the heated lights, Ron Hemming made his way back toward his dressing room where he locked the door, not wishing to be disturbed after his focus once more shifted to the investigation. Sitting by idly while his father went after Karlos had been aggravating, to say the least. He had owed the bastard several meetings with his claws and fangs for the murder of his biological father aboard the seal-killing vessel and the callous manner in which he disposed of the man forever replayed in the back of Ron's angry mind. The fury had been like bile choking him up for years at the very mention of the wretched vampire that had drained his father's life's blood and made sport of his remains.
Seamus Hemming wasn't much of a father to Ron from the day he was placed in the drunken man's arms following the death of his biological mother, but he was still his father nonetheless. The wolf in him had been outraged that a mere bloodsucker had taken it upon himself to murder his kin even if it was estranged it was still kin.
Ron slammed his fists down on the vanity at the end of the room as he tried his best to get a grip on the memories and the anger that was rising as if no longer under control. He needed a distraction and had not trusted himself with Oliver in his current mood a he could feel the craving of blood taking over his tongue and knew the fiend had been lurking much too close to chance an encounter with his usual lover.
The temperamental werewolf had not had to wait long for a distraction as the rather cunning and charming younger blond had managed to slip into his dressing room before his arrival and hide amid his wardrobe while he raged in silence and shut and locked the door. Ron's nostrils flared as he caught the scent of an intruder and with a swiftness that left Garrett Baker in complete shock, he pounced pulling the younger man from his hiding place and tossing him onto the sofa.
Garrett gasped as Ron immediately ripped off his briefs and pulled down the ones he'd worn in a bid to free his throbbing cock before flipping the blond onto his belly and invading his tightness in one go desperate to get his mind off the events of the past and onto something more pleasurable than the death of his true father. His blood still boiled in his veins as he thought of Karlos' face and drove himself deep into the whimpering Garrett who had not been at all ready for the aggressive brute's size.
A low growl erupted from Ron as his eyes shifted from the deep red to the dark yellow hue, as his lust for blood and physical pleasure warred inside him as he continued to thrust deeply into the moaning younger man pinning him to the sofa and pounding him amid the cushions as he had Oliver a few hours prior.