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Charlie adjusted his camera lens. He'd done it five times already and the shooting hadn't even started. The stag bit his lip, mentally cursing as though it'd calm his nerves for his first modeling photoshoot. He needed to do well, to make a name for himself within the industry. Otherwise what was the point? Course, the actual work wasn't the photography, as much as he wished it was. No, that was behind hours of editing footage to make sure the model conformed to the impossible standards of beauty.

"Boo." The stag yelped, catching his camera seconds from it hitting the concrete ground of the warehouse. Clutching his chest to keep his heart still, the stag grit his teeth and turned to find a short hyena grinning ear to ear, brown eyes looking back with a smug sense of satisfaction. "Don't wanna drop that now." The hyena chuckled, hands deep within his baggy cargo pants pockets.

At least, Charlie assumed it was a guy. The voice had a close enough pitch, but his body was too femme. Smooth hair, supple lips, a thin waist, and a flat chest covered by a cyan tank top. "Are you crazy?" The stag growled, "Do you know how expensive this camera is?"

"Good thing you caught it then." The hyena reached up and patted his shoulders. By now, Charlie was convinced it was a guy. What little he knew about spotted hyenas, the males were considered runts most of the time. "Relax, bro. First time shooting?"

As much as he wanted to tell the hyena to fuck off, the stag sighed and nodded. "People, anyway. I mostly did landscapes."

"For real?" The hyena asked, eyes wide. "Dude, why are you here then? Shouldn't you be scoping out shit for National Geographic or something?"

"I wanted something more stable. Been around the world enough to know it's time to put my roots down." Not that he had many roots to begin with. Charlie's dating life had gone sour after his first divorce, and his daughter wasn't calling. "Restart my life. I had a few contacts, and they got me this gig."

The hyena nodded. "Yeah, I get that. Glad you got the connections, it's how you survive in this business." Peering over across the warehouse, the hyena grinned and patted Charlie again, "Well, I'll see you in a bit. Got some stuff to take care of." The stag was left confused with the stranger's sudden departure. Without knowing the yeen's name, he just assumed it was an intern or assistant. Looked young enough for it.

As the set propped up, Charlie got into his spot near the director. The lioness sat cross legged in her fold-out chair, flicking her thumb against each finger while she waited. "It can't take that long to put on the outfit." She muttered. He didn't engage, not wanting to deal with six feet of gym muscle staring him down.

Another pat on his ass sent him shock. The hyena appeared behind him as he twirled, face hidden behind a hood with a glowing green backdrop. "Miss me?" He asked.

"Rocky!" The lioness shot up, "You're ten minutes late."

"Well don't blame me." He pouted, "You know how hard latex is to put on?" He kicked his leg out, revealing a long latex sleeve ending in a leather cuff suited for bondage. "Not to mention the fishnets on top of this."

In the short span of the hyena and the director's little spat, Charlie had to deal with the shock and his struggle to regain any composure knowing that the yeen annoying him earlier was his subject. He gulped and looked down at the model's attire, hidden by a zipped up baggy black hoodie with splashes of neon green, as if subject to spray paint. "Just get in view," the lioness sighed, "We're behind schedule as is. Charlie, get ready." He didn't answer, eyes drawn to the way Rocky swayed his hips back and forth when he walked. "Charlie!"

"Huh?" The stag's ears drooped, "Oh, right. Sorry." Adjusting his camera one more time, he took into position for the hyena's showpiece. First few pics were tame, with Rocky striking a folded arm or middle finger emphasizing poses. Then the lioness gave the command to unzip.

With one swift pull of the metal tab, Rocky let the hoodie hand wide open. Neon green coated the underside of his jacket, giving off a radioactive glow in the flash of the camera. Charlie gulped again at the new attire, a fishnet top and leggings with his stomach laid bare, shiny black latex hotpants that wrapped around his ass like a second skin, matched by the thin black shiny tube top with a buckle leading to his collar. The yeen stuck his tongue out, playfully gyrating his hips for shot after shot.

He was a boy. Right? Charlie found himself asking with each picture. The yeen followed every suggestion with playful defiance. When the director asked for a split, Rocky gave it with two middle fingers in the camera's direction. Ass shot? The hyena twerked while holding his jacket up for a better view. Every glimpse of those shots had Rocky's prying eyes staring down at Charlie's camera, staring down at him. At the crotch shot command, Charlie saw the yeen slip a finger into his pants and pull down. Just enough to reveal a neon green cage locked around his member.

The stag swallowed again, finding himself too parched to finish it.

"Good." The director got up from her chair and stretched her back. Charlie hadn't even realized how long he'd been on his knees until the pins and needles set in. "Everybody take five. I gotta have a call with the bigwigs." Slumping back onto his ass, Charlie took a steady breath. It'd been a long time since he'd been lost in a photoshoot, and never had he ended one with his pants tight.

"Enjoying the show?" Rocky asked. Charlie looked up to see the yeen standing before him, arms behind his back, bent over in curiosity with that cheeky grin.

Charlie nodded, "Just, just something to get used to."

"Want a BJ?" The hyena asked. Charlie did a double-take at the question. Rocky laughed, "Oh my god, look at your face." He frowned, sighing at the dumb question. Of course, a model wouldn't be asking him.

"But, no, seriously, Chel is gonna be on the phone for an hour. We got time." The yeen gave out his hand, "You look like you could use one."

He blinked, "Do you normally offer BJ's to your photographers?"

"Just ones I find cute."

Charlie took his hand, finding himself dragged along through the warehouse until they stopped behind a cement pillar far away from the rest of the crew. A quick glance here and there from the others had the stag's furs upright, crushed only by the hard pillar that the yeen pushed him against. Their soft smiles and snickers had his heart drumming against his ears. "W-wait," he stammered with a whisper, "What if we get caught?"

The question only encouraged Rocky, already at his knees and bracing the outline of Charlie's dick. "Then you best be quiet." Slow with the zipper, the hyena slipped between and prodded the stag's cock. The open air wrapped like a blanket as he pulled it free, standing out in its full glory. "Not bad." The hyena whispered, softly pumping the shaft, "You ready?" With a hesitant nod, Charlie pushed himself into the pillar, hands digging into the cement as the model's tongue began its worship.

He started with the base. His warm and wet tongue slathered saliva where the stag's cock and balls met. His free hand teased his tip with soft swirls from his thumb. Charlie closed his eyes, steadying his breath once those lips reached his cockhead. A soft breeze of air pressed against it, followed by the wet caverns of the hyena's maw engulfing it. He clenched his own to keep quiet, not that it did him any good with every peep and whine.

Rocky, for his part, knew what he was doing. Not an inch of his tongue went to waste exploring Charlie's cock. It wasn't some boring blowjob where the hooker only let you put it in her mouth. No, the hyena was invested in edging him on. Making every second a tightrope between the heaven of pleasure, and the hell of being caught.

What would happen if they were caught? Rocky was the star after all. All that gossip would likely benefit the hyena at his knees. But Charlie was nobody to those kinds of people. Just a photographer, one who'd get his own flack for getting caught. Would he be fired and blacklisted, or simply move on, business as usual? The threat of it all, the fear of it, had him lurching his hips forward, deeper into the hyena's throat.

No resistance came from the fashion model. In fact, Charlie felt Rocky's hands reach around his ass and hold him steady to keep him pushing. Balls slapped against his chin, the wet squelching sound of the hyena's throat fucked resonating in the immediate area. Charlie grit his teeth, hands down to hold the brat's head in place. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he muttered through a whisper, growing closer and closer to the release.

"Hey, Rocky, are you-" A soft shutter roared from the stag's clenched mouth as he filled the hyena's maw. Strand after strand, his muscles giving in with each yet holding steady in place. His satisfaction shattered at the sight of a wide-eyed yeen boy, and in that moment, Charlie knew his career was over.

"Of course," the hyena sighed and folded his arms, his small mohawk shifting with the shaking of his head. "Rocky, can't you go one photoshoot without sucking a guy off? You can do that in your after hours."

Swallowing Charlie's seed, Rocky wiped what little was left from his cheeks and said, "Oh don't be such a buzzkill, cous." Getting up, the hyena patted the other yeen's face, "He was way too stressed. I'm doing him a favor."

Rocky's cousin rolled his eyes, "Your agent is gonna be more stressed."

"Then I'll pay her a visit, Khurn. Maybe at her place. I know she's got a paddle with my name on it." Rocky laughed. Turning back to Charlie, he added, "Hope you've still got focus left in ya. Day's not over."

Too stupefied to nod, Charlie watched Rocky sway his hips side to side as the cocky hyena walked off. Stepping to follow, Khurn's hand impeded him. The hyena looked away with a blushing face and said, "Dude, zip up." Pointing to the stag's softening cock. "Only Rocky needs to be suggestive for the shoot."