Page 94 of Haunted
Toby burst out laughing. “Your ass is going to draw them in like flies, huh?”
Matt cackled. “Hey, just using what I’ve got.”
“You said no nudes,” Sol reminded him.
“So? I’m doing this for Salvation, okay?”
“Whoa,” Walt exclaimed.
Matt glanced over his other shoulder. “What? It’s just an ass. One you’ve seen many, many times, I might add.”
“Hey, no fair,” Teague called out. “Turn around.”
Matt didn’t respond, but gave him the finger.
“I think that was a no,” Sol told Teague with a smile.
Toby glanced at Sol. “Will we get away with putting this on the website?”
Sol nodded. “I took a few bare ass photos for the club. Had no complaints so far.”
“Will you guys hurry up?” Matt muttered. “My dick is hanging out here.”
“If it gets cold, I got someplace warm you can put it,” Teague suggested with a leer. “Couple of places, now I come to think about it.”
Matt guffawed.
Toby brought the flogger into view, and Sol framed the shot, capturing the view of Matt’s lower back and ass, the tops of his thighs, and Toby’s hand holding the flogger.
“Perfect. I’m done.”
Matt went to retrieve his jeans and tee from where he’d left them, keeping his back to the room. Teague broke out into a round of applause, and the others joined in as he dressed. Matt turned, his face red, and gave a short bow.
“That just leaves me, I guess.” Butch gave Sol a speculative glance. “How do you want me?” A slight tremor shook him.
“Well, you’re keeping your jeans on, for one thing,” Sol told him with a smile. He didn’t miss Butch’s sigh of relief.
Sol went to the cabinet and removed a collar and leash. “I’m going to put this on you, attach the leash to it, then I want you on your knees, facing Toby.”
His cock twitched at the thought of it.
Butch stood still as Sol put the collar around his neck. “You really have done your research on this, haven’t you?” Butch murmured.
“A little.” Sol pushed the metal prong into the hole, then slid the tail of the collar through the loop. “That feel okay? Not too tight?”
“It’s fine.” Butch reached up to touch it with his fingertips.
“I know, it might feel a little strange,” Sol advised him.
“Nah, it’s okay.”
Sol attached one end of the leash to the D-ring, then handed the other end to Toby before stepping back. “Okay, Butch, kneel down in front of him.”
Butch knelt, and Sol peered into the camera. At the top of the frame was Butch’s neck in the collar, and beyond him was a great view of Toby’s lean torso and the soft sheen of his low-rise leather jeans.
“Perfect,” Sol whispered, clicking away. “Butch, put your hands behind your back, one hand clasped around a wrist.”
Butch complied, and Sol clicked again.
