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This was written awhile ago... but, I still like it.





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Lifeclass



His hands on his well-defined hips, Dominic had leant backwards, so as to ease his aching muscles.

As he did so, he took the opportunity to quickly glance over his left shoulder, at the semi-circle of people who were sitting behind him, ‘Yes,’ he thought to himself, ‘ he’s at it again.’

It was Dominics second time sitting for the class and he was becoming more aware of each of the group members and the materials that they chose to use: there was Mrs Peake, over sixty, blue-rinse and a gossip, she worked in water colour; then there was ‘young’ Mrs Jones, horn-rim glasses and twin-set who looked like she should be a librarian, yet worked in a childrens nursery, she worked in charcoal; Mrs Grey and Mrs Wright could both paint well and knew it; then there was Jean, the art classes secretary, who worked both in pastels and water colour, who fussed over the models, ensuring they were as comfortable as possible.

But the man that he had nicknamed ‘the major’ was the real curio Dominic thought, pulling on his blue towelling robe and drinking from the mug of tea that Jean had brought for him minutes earlier.

Each picture of himself was viewed, for style and merit, by Dominic as he padded round the small studio, finally arriving at the easel belonging to ‘the major.’

Dominic had given James R. Burrows the name the first time that he had modelled for the class - he just looked like a major, with his well-trimmed ‘tache, greying side-burns and his clipped mode of speech.

He was authoritive, to the extent that on the first occasion sitting, Dominic had sat srtaring at ‘the major’, watching as his pencil had transformed his paper into a visual representation of his masculine ideal, waiting for the older man to shout ‘rest,’ or ‘next pose.’

Three times that first sitting , Burrows had risen from his stool to stand in front of the youth and tell him just exactly how he wanted him to pose. And Dominic had found himself awaiting further commands, with an indecent anticipation that he could not fathom. Then, this session ‘the major’ had not barked out any suggestions as to how he had wanted Dominic to pose. Rather, he had deferred to the women’s suggestions every time, seeming content to simply drink in Dominics form with his eyes, occasionally licking his top lip, as he feverishly worked away at his pencil drawing.

Dominic had found himself surprised at his disappointment, as it was not something he would of expected of himself; but there it was, he missed the man telling him what to do, and that had puzzled the young man.

Now, after the two hours that he had been paid for were over Dominic had stretched his aching muscles and begun to walk round the room. He had looked at each picture in turn, until finally he stands to the side of Burrows easel and work; and as Dominic admires the mans work he appreciates the talent that the man posseses: this simple drawing was exquisite and feeling this, he tells ‘the major’ - not noticing the women packing away their paints, brushes and easels.

Instead, he becomes aware of the mans conspiratorial smile; as their eyes meet and questing fingers skirt over his right knee, sending a ripple of undisguised pleasure down his spine, as the daring digits make contact with his flesh. ‘The majors’ fingers display an almost feather-like touch as they drift higher and cause Dominic to catch his breath and his body to stiffen a little, with the pleasant sensations they create.

“Do you want to earn a hundred pound lad ?” he asks Dominic quietly, his eyes fixed fully on the young mans bright blue eyes, the easel covering his actions, as his hand brushes against Dominics hard penis.

“Nice,” Burrows murmers, his hand now encompassing the young mans warm flesh in his hand, almost as if he were testing it’s weight: “Tell me lad, you’re a student and probably broke or you wouldn’t be here, parading your ‘bod for the blue rinse brigade ... ”

To this Dominic just lowers his head, a light smile on his lips.

“So tell me,” and Burrows pauses for dramatic effect, a move not wasted on the young man, who now hangs on his every word, “how do you feel about making some real money ?”

Dominic looks toward ‘the major’ at the mention of ‘real money.’

“Well lad, are you interested ?” he is asked as the older mans hand moves slowly back and forth, his gaze unbroken , as he pumps rhythmically.









They are alone and time stands still for Dominic, as he contemplates ‘the majors’ words and the strange emotions that they had produced within himself. He closes his eyes and sighs with pleasure, as the hand working his tumescent flesh increases its pressure upon him a little and then hears, “Well lad ?”

Dominic opens his eyes; he has never been with a man before, but the idea ...

Swallowing hard he smiles and says, “How much did you say again Mr Burrows ... ” then swiftly adds,

“... sir ?” to suggest his acquiescence to the older man.

The masturbation ceases abruptly and ‘the major’ stands away from his chair and begins to pack away his own equipment. Already Burrows is back in character, no longer the seducer, he was again the efficient authorative man whom Dominic found so fascinating.



Then, removing a business card from a waistcoat pocket, Burrows hands it to the younger man -



James R. Burrows esq;

- Captain (retired)



it says on one side, with the mans full address and telephone number on the other side.



“Here,” he tells Dominic, “one hundred pounds, for a couple of hours of your time ...”

Smiling he pushes the card into the young mans robe pocket, saying, “Take this ... and if you want to earn a hundred pound, them phone.”

Dominic hears the emphasis on the word ‘earn’ again and when he is finally alone in the empty studio, the words came back to him, again and again, ‘...earn a hundred pound.’



Much later in the night, Dominic lies in bed, still wide awake, as his mind races with fresh memory of all of the events of that afternoon. At nineteen he was still finding his own sexuality and what had happened, but hours ago, had left his mind in a whirlpool of doubt and insecurity.

He remembers the older mans touch and how it had aroused him, made his manhood harden and throb, with it’s desire for fulfillment.

Dominic groans aloud, his frustration and indecision: “Should I phone ?” he asks of himself, turning on the bedside lamp and dialling the number on the card, as if he operates on automatic pilot.

Looking at the display on the clock/radio, Dominic registers the time, it is one-thirty in the morning;

‘how will he respond to a phone-call at this time of the morning ?’ he thinks.

But, he phones and makes his apologies, delighting in the tone of the older mans voice as he speaks,

“Ah, it is Dominic ... yes, of course I excuse the lateness of the hour ... so ... I take it that you have made

a decision young man ?”

There, the moment has arrived and breathing deeply, Dominic says, “I want to earn some ... ” and as he breathes heavily, he pauses a second, before adding, “proper money.”

Then he adds, “But, how ?”

There is a tutting sound down the phone, as Dominic is berated for his coarseness, after which ‘the major’ giggles, saying, “You could of phrased it a little bit more politely. But, I will forgive you dear boy ... after all, I want us to become intimate friends ... “

As ‘the major’ emphasizes the word ‘intimate,’ Dominics heartbeat increases, as his imagination races with the image of himself, naked, kneeling before ‘the major’ in homage to member, taking the warm flesh into his mouth. then he is drwn from his reverie, by his fantasy master saying to him, “... you have ?”

Dominic finds that he has to ask, “Er, sorry, sir, could you please repeat that. I was distracted a moment.”

There is laughter from James Burrows at this, then he asks, “Are you hard boy ?”

Blushing profusely Dominic hears himself answer, as if he were somewhere distant from his own self, as he mumbles his answer, “Yes.”

This is so embarrasing, he thinks. He had never wanted anything like this ... But now, he wanted to be a mans toy, plaything, whore ...







“Don’t be shy boy. In fact you’ll find you’ll be appreciated, I’m sure. Now, I had asked you a question ... let me repeat it. Do you have a fantasy, well, do you ?”

There is a palpable silence, once the question has been asked, over which Dominic is sure that he can hear his own heartbeat. Then the question is asked again and this time there is an insistent edge to Burrows voice as he asks, “Well boy, do you have a fantasy ?”

Dominics mouth is dry and he considers ending the conversation here and now, he is so embarrased.

But beneath all his trepidation over how this is progressing, he feels a strong compulsion to answer.

“I want ... “ he says, quietly.

“Yes boy, continue,” Burrows promts, slowly and very deliberately, “talk to me lad, tell me ?” He is aware of the effect he has on the youth, for he believes that hears restrained desire in his trembling speech.. This had been confirmed as he hears Dominic speak again, “I want to kneel at your feet ... naked ... and ...”

“And then ?” Burrows asks, an excited edge to his voice as he speaks, for is more than he had expected

all that he had previously hoped for, was to carress this lads flesh, whilst he’d pose for him, in complete privacy .. and now ... this ...

“and I’ll earn my money by being your whore.” There, he’d voiced his deire and in so doing, Dominic finds the realization of his latent submissive streak quite exhilerating.

“Well dear boy,” Capt R Burrows ( retired ) says, “If that is what you really want then we’ll have to see what we can do to ful;fill you sweet fantasy, eh boy ... Mmmm ?”

He pauses a few moments , to allow Dominic to absorb what he hears and adds, “So tell me dear boy, are you free right now ? Do you want to earn some money ? Do you ?”

‘Earn money,’ the words race through Dominics mind and he answers, “Oh yes, very much indeed.”

“So,” the older man say, heart beating fasrt, his phallus hard, “I will meet you on the road out of town, by

the roundabout, if you want. If you’re there by say, twelve midnight, then we can go to mine. Alright ?”

With that, James Burrows places the phone down , thus leaving the young man to make up his own mind.



‘Tonight is going to be special,’ Domininic thought, walking toward toward his late-night assignation,

‘I know this is what I want. What I need ...’ His thoughts swirled, with lust-driven images, so it was he did not notice the sleek black BMW car, moving at a snails pace to his right. The passenger windows winds down electronically and he hears a voice her recognises, “Evening. Busy night tonight ? no, well how about some of your time then ?”

Although Dominics stomach churns, he sounds confident, as he says “Times money, sir ... ” and smiles.

‘Just saying it sounds arousing,’ he had considered, suggestively rubbing at his crotch.

“Well, I’ve got the money, if you’ve got the time.” Burrows tells him, leaning across the passenger seat and opening the door, his eyes quickly raking over the youth’s slim body and trying to imagine whether reality might measure up against his fantasy

“Oh, I have the time ...” he says, trying to sound seductive.

“Then why don’t you get in,” Burrows says, rapt is with Dominics youth and beauty, “and we’ll discuss who wants what. Eh?”

Dominic slides into the passenger seat, luxuriating in the plush upholstery and the spacious legroom.

He closes the door and turn to his ‘client,’ saying, ‘It’s a hundred pound and I’ll do anything you want ...”

Burrows smiles to himself, ‘ the kid is eager to please, he thinks, ‘and he seems to want it as much as me.”

“Okay lad,” that’s a done deal.” He takes out his wallet and counts out the money in ten pound notes.

“There you go,” he says to the very excited, but nervous young man.

“Thank you ...” Dominic murmers, as he buckles his seat belt and they drive into the night.

The agony of dreaded expectation fills Dominic and finally he asks, “Is there anything special that you might be wanting ... sir ?” As his ‘master’ turns red at the question, he smiles.

Burrows can feel the lads eyes on him as he asks the question, so declares, “To take you and use you.”

Dominic smiles at this, he was to be this mans toy and plaything.

This was even more than he had envisaged and that knowledge thrills and nourishes him.







“On the back seat, you’ll find a sports bag. When we get to the house I want you to change into what s in the bag ... while I make a phonecall to an old friend.” He pauses, then says, “tell me, are you glad you came out tonight my boy ?”

“Oh yes ... sir !” the young man replies eagerly, smiling as the older man puts his left hand on his right inner-thigh and gently squeezes, “That’s good.”



Once at the house, James Burrows ushers Dominic into the front room, where an open hearth fire burns

and save for a small brass table-lamp, provides the only illumination.

Burrows pours two whiskey’s and walks upstairs, saying, “You get changed now, alright ?”



Dominic opens the bag to find a black piece of material, a pair of white french knickers and sheer, black hold-up stockings. Left alone, he drinks his glass of whiskey and undresses hurriedly, excited to put the clothing on. Then he waits.

Minute pass and finally Burrows enters the room.

“You look nice,” he tells the young man, walking over to him, a warm smile on his face, as he looks at Dominic, already wearing the short black dress that had been in the bag. The dress is made from a stretch material and just covers his buttock, leaving his stocking - tops and thigh exposed.

James has the young man parade up and down the room as he reclines on the sofa.

“Oh my,” announces Burrows, “you do look like the girl boy I wanted. That’s excellent. And the best is ..”

he continues, running his right hand over Dominics pantie-clad buttocks, “you’re mine, to enjoy ... as you ‘pose’ for me.” Then he pats the empty space next himelf, indicating that Dominic should sit.

“If tonight goes well,” he tells the young man, “then I should have some more business for you soon.”

Burrows strokes the young mans thighs, taking delight in his acquiescence to his touch and Dominic finds himself breathing more heavily in response to the mans touch and becoming very pasasive.

“A friend of mine is having a birthday soon.” Burrows pulls the young man onto his lap, sliding his dress up around his waist. To his incredulity, Dominic can feel the man stiffen beneath him, as he runs his hands up and down the young mans thighs. “And I think I know the perfect present for him,” he adds.

Before long James takes the youngs mans face in his hands. Their lips meet and Dominic closes his eyes, his lids fluttering. He opens his mouth as Burrows tongue slowly but firmly slides inside his mouth and they enjoy a long wet kiss, that leaves Dominic wanting more and Burrows, “Nice lips, my girl.”

His hands caress the young mans body, as he strokes his nipples through the dress that he wears, teasing them to hardness and creating greater arousal for Dominic, whose heart hammers in his chest, as he feels hands run up and down his thighs, realizing his own delight at being here, for this mans benefit.

“Tell me you want to serve me,” he tells Dominic, who blushes a little, then finds the courage to answer,

“I really want to serve you, master,” the young says, quietly, but with certainty.

“You’re going to be my please me, arn’t you ? Be my slut, won’t you ?”

“Yes master.”

“Thats a good girl,” Burrows tells him, as he runs his right hand over the young mans nylon covered calves, enjoying their silken sheen and the the young man’s submisssion.

“Come,” he tells Dominic, “lie over my lap and then ... pardon the expression my boy ...” he hesitates, taking a pause for breath, “... I want you to lie there limp.”

Then, smiling at his own pun he adds, “And you can pose there, for me, to stroke and caress.”

Dominic lies over the mans lap, content, his erection clad in feminine frills, hard against Burrows and

he is in ecstasy, as his master runs eager hands over his legs. “Open your legs a little,” he is told.

The young man open his legs a little and wandering hands traverse upward, until soon Burrows is cupping the young mans hardening erection. Then he stands Dominic in front of himself.

His hands slide up under the dress and slowly he pulls the french panties down. Dominic steps out of them.

James Burrows lifts the hem of the short dress and looks at his throbbing penis, then he turns the young man round so that his firm buttocks face him.









He tells Dominic to lie on the carpet with his backside thrust upwards and he obey’s immediately.

Looking down at the slim young man, dressed for him, James Burrows smiles and kneels between his legs as Dominic can hear a zip being lowered and his hard flesh pressed against his thighs.

Dominic holds still as the older mans hand kneads his flesh, then tenses somewhat as he feels a questing finger slip beneath the elastic of the panties right hand side.

Then he feels oil being spread around the entrance to his rectum and fingertips circle his anal passage, very slowly and with insistent gentle pressure, loosening his sphincter muscles, so as to gain entry.

The finger is held against the muscle of his sphincter and Dominic waits with baited breath for what he will be told next; “C’mon my girl, lean forward a little,”

Dominic bends at the waist, as bid. His action allows the digit to enter him easily, an inch or so.

Then it is gone, withdrawn fast, leaving Dominic most aware of it’s loss, as his muscles return to normal.

The finger removed Dominic lies there, waiting.

He doesn’t have to wait long and he feels burrows hard erection pressing at the entry to his tight little hole.

As the older man enters him Dominic thinks, ‘This is filling me up ... and, it’s so-o-o o o good ... ’

Inch by inch Burrows enters the youth, till he gives a final shove and his pubic bone presses against him.

“I want this. I’m going to enjoy this,” he whispers to the young mans ear, clasping his buttocks in hand.

He starts to pump in and out slowly at first and Dominic relaxes, his rectal muscles slacken and ease for Burrows penetration, who pistons faster and harder with mounting excitement.

As he thrusts with longer, slower strokes, Dominic grasps at the carpet, in pleasure and pain, his own erection rubbing against the thick pile carpet. The young man thinks, ‘I’m his and I love it,’ finding enjoyment in his passive role.

Burrows grunts in exertion he twists and turns Dominic nipples, who sighs, with the torture of his flesh,

that produces such a sheer intensity of pleasurable sensations.

Yet all too soon, for them both, Burrows climaxes, ejaculating his seed deep into the young mans bowels

and Dominic moans his gratitude, as the penis inside pulses with each spurt.

After he finishes, Burrows stands and pours himself a glass of whiskey, as Dominic lies on the carpet still, his buttocks up in the air, eyes closed and drool at the corners of his slightly open mouth, as he can feel Burrows sperm leaking from himself and down his thighs.



Kneeling by Dominics prone body, Burrows runs his right hand over the young mans firm, sweat covered

buttocks, allowing his fingertips to tease the sensitive skin tissue around his slightly distended anal passage.

Then he stands, saying, “I’m going to make another phone call to my friend.”

Dominic looks upward with puzzlement on his face and Burrows tells him, “His birthday is soon. And if you want to make some more money, you could ‘pose’ for him,” he smiles adding, “Would you like that?”

“Oh yes ... sir !” the young man replies.



‘Sure,’ Dominic thinks, ‘my ass will hurt like hell tomorrow.’

But, he was now a hundred pound richer, with mention of yet another client to come.









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Fin.