Date: Thu, 25 Nov 2010 00:46:30 -0500
From: Z McGuire <zanemcguire@hotmail.com>
Subject: That Unspoken Bond - Part 3

That Unspoken Bond - Part 3
By Zane McGuire
zanemcguire@hotmail.com

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I returned Sage's phone to him the next day.  I could tell that he was
wondering if I looked at the rest of the pictures, but he never asked.
Instead, he restated how excited he was to be moving forward with the
video.

Over the next week, I had trouble concentrating on most things.  I was
feeling very conflicted and confused; on the one hand, in the cold light of
day, I had to admit that my fascination with seeing my brother jerking off
on film was... inappropriate.  However, I couldn't deny that I'd jerked off
to orgasm at least three times since thinking about just that.

And, yeah, I'd asked myself the same questions you are probably asking
right now.  Am I really gay?  Have I been secretly suppressing these
feelings for years?  The answer to that is a resounding no, I assure you.
And believe me, I've had ample opportunity.  I've gotten more stares and
outright offers at the gym from dudes than I'd care to admit.  I always
found it flattering, but never once did it ever seem intriguing to me.

So, naturally, you can understand my struggle.  I was preoccupied with
seeing this through to the end, whatever that was.  Ultimately, I had to
decide to stop thinking about it so much and just see what happened.

So when Sage called me and told me that Drew wanted us to stop by his
studio one evening, I found myself feeling nervous.  I tried to keep my
cool, but Sage saw through it.

"Just relax, Seth."  He shot me a half-smile as he drove us to the studio
on the other side of town.  "Honestly, I think you'll be surprised."

I didn't respond, but was content to let him think my nerves were the
result of moral objection.  If he really knew what I was thinking... well,
that wouldn't be pretty.

We made our way into the studio, and he was right, it shocked me
how... well... corporate it appeared.  There was a reception area with a
small desk and a water cooler, where a sharply dressed woman named "Tina"
greeted us and escorted us back to Drew's office.  I passed by a few other
folks, dressed casually and rushing around in a very focused manner.  I
noticed a door marked "accounting" and another marked "marketing" and
another marked "records."  Nowhere did I see any indication that adult
films were made here.

Which, of course, made sense, as Sage had explained that the bulk of the
business the studio did was mainstream photography and videography.
Accepting this, I assumed there simply MUST be a seedy basement somewhere
where all the naughty stuff happened.

Tina indicated for us to sit in the two comfortable chairs across from
Drew's desk and asked us if we wanted anything to drink.  A few minutes
later, Drew entered, carrying a clipboard and shoving a pencil behind his
ear.

"There they are!" he exclaimed, as we rose to greet him.  I hadn't seen
Drew in a few months, but I found him to be just as pleasant and friendly
as ever.

"Hey Drew," Sage said, giving him a friendly fistpump.  "Thanks for letting
us come in today."

"No problem, buddy, no problem at all."  He extended his hand to me and I
shook it warmly.  "So, I understand Sage has told you all about our little
venture, huh?" he said with a grin.

I nodded.  "Yeah, I guess he did.  I have to say, Drew, it caught me a
little off-guard."

"I can understand that," he agreed.  "Why don't you have a seat and we'll
talk it out?"

I spent the next few minutes explaining some of my concerns to Drew; how I
wasn't REALLY trying to be a stick in the mud, I just wanted to make sure
my own privacy was protected in the sense that Sage and I were identical.

"I can totally understand where you are coming from," Drew said in a
reassuring voice.  "And there's actually a couple things I can do to ensure
that."

"Really?" I was relieved.  "Like what."

"Well, first and foremost, Sage will, naturally, use a pseudonym.  It's
common practice in this industry, so he'd be doing that regardless.  That
would prevent any kind of tracking back to either of you via search
engines, etc."

"Okay..."

"And to further protect your privacy, I can also turn on geoblocking."

"Geoblocking?"

"Yes.  Esentially that would mean I can specifically choose which areas of
the world can and cannot see Sage's photos.  So, for instance, I can make
sure no one who lives within say, 50 miles of you, could access them."

"Wow.  I didn't even know that was possible."

"It's not an ideal situation, I have to tell you.  And ordinarily, I would
not put that on the table.  But the truth of the matter is, I know our
audience, and I know what they like and... well... Sage will do very well
for us."  He smiled at Sage, who turned slightly red.  "And because we're
friends, I'm willing to do that in this case."

"That's just... wow," I said, astonished at the kind of control he was able
to have over the site.  "I never really expected that you'd be able to do
something like that."

"Does that put your mind at rest?"

"It does, for the most part."

"Good.  Now, Seth, I have to be honest, there are no guarantees here.
Chances are good that someday SOMEONE you know will stumble on to these
pictures, especially if Sage turns out to be as popular as we expect.
There's no way to prevent that from happening."

"I understand."

"Okay."  He smiled and gently knocked on the desk.  "So... you ready to see
the studio?"

"Sure."  I stood and Sage smiled reassuringly at me.

As we made our way down a few corridors and through a couple locked doors
(which, apparently, needed a special security badge to get through) I felt
my heart began to race.  I wondered if, ay any moment, we would stumble
into some decadent orgy scene or something.  Of course that never happened.

We entered a darkened studio, which was smaller than I expected.  There was
a set made up of three narrow rooms, each with a different theme.  One was
tiled and mostly enclosed, with a showerhead, which I recognized from one
of Sage's photos.  The middle set looked like a locker room, complete with
various pieces of exercise equipment, and the third appeared to be an
elegantly appointed bedroom set, complete with perfectly pressed bed
linens.

"Wow," I said, taking it all in.  "So this is where the magic happens."

Drew chuckled and slapped me on the back.  "Some of the time, yeah.
There's about three other studios back here with similar setups.  Different
scenes for different scenarios."

"Impressive," I said, meaning it.

"So, the way this will work is simple.  We'll give Sage some direction,
we'll film a few different ways, he'll do his thing and we'll take it all
up to editing and make it look like a cohesive 22 minute clip."

"Wow, 22 minutes," I repeated.  "Sure you can make it that long, bro?"

Sage laughed.  "Oh, that's just the edited version.  The real thing's gonna
take a lot longer than that."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Drew explained.  "We have to shoot about five hours of film to get
enough to put together for the final version."

"Five hours!  That's insane!"

"I told you," Sage said, "it's work.  It's not as easy as it might seem."

"That just blows me away."  I walked toward the set alone and slowly walked
through each of the three "scenes."  I stood under the showerhead and tried
to imagine Sage standing in this very same spot, his swollen cock arcing
toward the ceiling.  I was lost in thought when I felt a hand on my
shoulder.

"You doing okay, bro?"  Sage asked softly.  "If this is all too much for
you, we can..."

"No, no, it's fine, really."  I ran my hand along the wall and scratched my
chin.  "Drew, so when Sage films his scene, how many camera people will be
in the studio?"

"Usually two, and myself as director.  We'll also have a few static cams
for wide angles and whatnot."

I shook my head and grinned at Sage.  "I don't know how you're gonna do
that, bro."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I just mean... wow... that's a lot of people.  I was thinking it would be
more private."

"We do that sometimes, if a model requests it," Drew explained.  "The
videos don't turn out to be as dynamic, though.  But Sage... well... he
does like an audience, don't you, buddy?"

Sage laughed and scratched his head nervously.  "Yeah, I guess I do."

Drew nodded knowingly and clapped his hands together.  "Okay fellas, shall
we..."

"So, Sage," I said, trying not to make it obvious that I was stalling.
"Which of these sets are you going to use for your video?"

Sage shrugged his shoulders and looked at Drew.  "I guess that's up to you,
Mr. Director."

Drew opened his mouth to speak, but I interrupted.  "I think you should do
the gym," I suggested, sitting on the workout bench.  "This set is
just... well, it's you."

Drew narrowed his eyes, watching me closely.  "I agree with Seth.  There
would definitely be something... natural about seeing you working out.
You'd be in your element."

"True," Sage nodded, joining me on the set.  "Although this tiny little
room's got nothing on our gym at the house, huh, bro?"

"No way."

Sage wandered around the set for a bit before stopping in front of the
mirrored wall behind the free weights.  I watched him examine his
reflection, flexing a bit.  He caught my eye in the mirror and smiled, and
I noticed that Drew caught the exchange as well.  His eyebrows rose
slightly.

"Hey, I have an idea," he said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Why don't we... do a test drive of sorts?"

Sage turned, intrigued.  "What do you mean?"

"Well... I think it might be a good idea to give Seth here an idea of how
the process works.  And it would give me a chance to test out lighting,
camera angles, etc.  You up for it?"

Sage laughed.  "You serious?  You mean right now?  You want me to..."

"I think that sounds very smart," I interjected.

Sage was puzzled.  "Seth... I mean... don't feel like you have to say that,
just because I..."

"No, not at all," I said, exiting the set and grabbing a folding chair,
taking a seat in the back of the studio.  "I think Drew's right, I think it
would help me... um... understand exactly what's going to happen when you
do your video, and if it will help him prepare for the big scene, well
what's the harm?"

"I..." he stammered, "I just, um... wasn't expecting..."

"Sage, relax," Drew said, placing a comforting arm on his shoulder.  "We
don't have to do it if you don't want to.  It was just an idea."

"Come on, Sage," I encouraged him with a smile.  "Who's the uptight one
now?"

He took the bait.  "Alright then, fucker."  Grinning he unzipped his hoodie
and tossed it across the room.  I reached out and grabbed it in mid-air.
"Where do you want me, Drew?"

"Let me get the lights and make sure the set is marked as closed," Drew
said, rushing off.  Sage and I stared at each other.

"I know what you're doing," he said with a wry smile.

My heart started to beat faster.  How did he know what I was doing when
even I didn't know what I was doing?  "What?"

"You think I'm gonna pussy out.  You think that if I'm put on the spot, I'm
gonna wimp out and not do it."

"Well," I shrugged, "You won't have your little blue pill to cheat away the
nerves."

"Ha!" he spat incredulously.  "Like I need THAT to get a hardon."  He
reached down and grabbed his bulge.  "Please."

I leaned back in the seat, covering my lap with his hoodie.  "Yeah we'll
see how hard you get with just Drew and your obnoxiously uptight twin
brother in the room."

"You might be surprised," he said, without a hint of sarcasm.  Our eyes
met, neither of us sure what to say next.  He continued to rub his bulge.
I swallowed hard, trying desperately not to look down at what he was doing.
Squirming in my seat, I felt my cock begin to thicken.

"Hey, now," came Drew's voice from across the room.  "Let's not get ahead
of ourselves, Sage, we got a few minutes before we need Sir Cumsalot to
make an appearance."

"Sir Cumsalot!" I repeated, laughing hysterically.  "What the fuck?"

"You should see this guy shoot," Drew explained, watching me carefully.
"Oh wait.  Maybe you will."

"Maybe I have..." I said.

Drew raised his eyebrow and Sage's jaw went slack.  "You fucker," Sage
laughed.  "You DID look at those other pics!"

I just grinned.

"What other pics?" Drew asked.

"He showed me a few samples of his photoshoot."

"Did he now?"

"Well, not THOSE.  That fucker went and peeked."

"Hey, I just wanted to see what we were dealing with here."

"Oh, you just sit there and look dumb, I'll show you what you're dealing
with," Sage teased.

Fuck, I knew he was just giving me a hard time, but I couldn't help but get
turned on.  He was rising to the challenge, thinking it was some kind of
dare, when for me it was... something else.  Something else entirely.

Drew watched the exchange with interest.  There was something about the way
he was looking at me that made me think that he somehow knew what was going
on in my head; knew and... approved?

"Okay fellas," Drew said.  "Why don't we get started?"

"Yeah," Sage said, staring at me as he made himself comfortable on the
bench.  "Why don't we?"

TO BE CONTINUED....