Date: Mon, 8 Jun 2015 23:19:49 +0000
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Orchard Road. Ch. 7

			       Orchard Road
				 Chapter 7

It was only a couple of weeks later that Martin asked Carl to go to see him
in the art room. Carl told Max the story afterwards.

"He asked me if I was serious about posing and off course I said yes. He
said that he was planning a major work that would probably never be shown
here in the south, but he wanted to do a slave period scene. It would show
a slave being subservient to a white master. He understood if I didn't want
to take part but he had been unsuccessful in finding a young coloured man
to pose for the picture. You would have died laughing if you could have
seen his face as he continued. He said he needed a model with a quite
exceptional body and he had noticed mine at the party. I asked him if it
was to be a nude portrait and he blushed and spluttered out that he only
wanted the model to be naked to the waist. I nearly asked if that was the
lower half or the top half naked, but I thought he might have a heart
attack. Anyway we have agreed that I will pose for him for two hours on
Saturday afternoon, he will pick me up here."

Max could hardly sit still during the time Carl was away he was almost
gagging to hear how it went.

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"Come in Carl, would you like a drink while I show you what I want?"

"Thank you, Sir, anything will do."

Stood in front of an easel with a large canvas already in place. Carl could
see that Martin had pencilled in the whole picture, what he called a rough
draft. He also noted that Martin had turned this part of his home into a
proper studio and that there was plenty of natural light.

"I needed to get the proportions right. This is the slave owner and you
will be posing in this position.

What he was pointing to was a figure standing over a kneeling figure.

"You will be on one knee for some time Carl so I have a thick knee pad for
you and you can tell me when it is too much for you and you can take a
rest."

That looked pretty simple to Carl so he finished his drink and said he was
ready. Martin asked him to take off his shirt and shoes.

"Now, the knee pad is in the right place for the light, Carl. Put your left
knee on that and your right foot next to it but about six inches in front
of it. Have your arms up as though you are warding off a blow."

Carl did.

"That's good, now look up at me. I'm in the place the master will be in and
I'll have a whip in my right hand ready to use like this."

Martin didn't have the whip but he positioned his arm as though he did.

"That is very good, try not to move now, but memorise the position ready to
get back into it after you rest each time."

 Out of the corner of his eye, Carl could see Martin start to work, it
wasn't difficult because he was angled towards the easel.  Martin talked as
he worked.

"You notice I have you angled toward me, Carl, that is so that I can show
your abs and the rest of your torso in the picture because it is so
perfect. I noticed your legs were as well and I will try to draw them from
memory."

"I don't understand, Sir, how will my legs be shown?"

"Because in my picture the slave is going to be naked."

Carl realised this was his chance to see how much Martin wanted him in a
sexual way.

"Well I could be naked as well. I don't mind, Sir, you have seen me nearly
naked at my home, and you could see me naked in the showers after P.E. or
sports so it's no big deal."

Martin blushed, put down his drawing pen and told Carl to come and sit with
him again.

"You had better call me Martin, I think while we are in here because if I
take you up on that offer, Sir would be a little silly I think."

"Ok Martin, I like that."

Martin smiled and then spoke again.

"Although it is never spoken of, I am sure that some slave owners kept
their slaves naked. It made no sense to clothe them when they were thought
of as being animals, not quite human. I want this painting to show what I
believe was the reality. There will be a naked female slave in this picture
as well, being molested by another white man. I know it will be quite
contentious and will only appeal to a few art lovers, but I want to state
my case in a painting."

"Well, whatever you like, Martin. I said I would pose for you and I didn't
put any limits on it."

"That is very good of you. Will you remove your trousers and socks then?
You can keep your underwear on for now. I'll spare your blushes for a while
until I get to that area of your body."

"Thanks Martin. I'll try not to spring a boner when I'm naked which I'm apt
to do."

Carl knew he was winding up his teacher, but he felt safe and in control,
and besides, it was fun. With just his little boxer briefs on he could see
the lust in Martin's eyes and he was sure now that he could turn this
sexual when he wanted to. Martin was wearing a smock, but Carl was sure he
was hard underneath it.

Back in the same pose, Martin worked quickly until Carl said his arms and
knees were aching.

"That is fine Carl, a good place for me to stop as well."

Carl was impressed with what he saw on the canvas. Martin had sketched him
in very well.

"If you lay back on the couch I will massage your knee and your arms. I
know how tiring it is holding a single pose for a long time."

Martin massaged the shoulders where the ache was worst and then squatted in
front of Carl to do the knee. He was using a massage oil for that to get
the joint moist. Carl could see that his groin area was being stared at and
it turned him on so that he started to bone up. When it was getting
dangerously close to popping out he spoke.

"I'm sorry Martin, that's quite erotic so my little brain is reacting."

Martin sat back on the floor and looked at Carl's face before returning his
eyes to the groin in time to watch the head poke out of the waist band of
the briefs. He gulped, and looked at Carl's eyes again.

"That is amazing Carl, would you like to go and get rid of it?"

"Only if it worries you. It's a pretty unruly piece of kit so it will
probably get hard loads of times if you touch me like you've just done."

Martin gulped again before replying.

"No, whatever you are comfortable with."

"Ok then. I'm going to let him loose because it is uncomfortable restrained
like this when it is hard."

Carl stood up and just slipped his briefs off. Martin struggled for breath
and his eyes watered.

"That is a magnificent piece of equipment. Would you let me do a single
portrait of you with that erect, after we finish this one?"

"Yes, no trouble at all. Max and I spend half of our life together with
erections, we just turn each other on so much. If he was here and naked as
well, you could probably do a whole portrait without either of us going
soft."

Carl laughed then to lighten the atmosphere.

"Yes, well, if I had both of you here naked and erect I probably wouldn't
get much painting done."

Back in place and Carl's erection did go down, but not completely. Martin
didn't say anything but he drew it in in detail in the chubbed state which
looked amazing. At the next rest period, Carl looked at it and laughed.

"That looks really impressive, Martin. Is that really what it looks like,
in proper proportion?"

"Mmm, yes, it's quite magnificent isn't it?"

"I guess, if you say so."

Talking about it made it start to erect again.

"Carl, get on the couch again on your knees with them well spread, put one
hand on your head, the other on your hip and look at your penis."

Carl did and Martin took a photo. He took several more as Carl's cock
completed its move to full erection. It was hugging his belly, he was so
turned on posing for this buff master.

"These pictures will never be seen by anyone else Carl, and I will destroy
them when I am finished if you want me to."

"No, you can keep them as souvenirs if you want to."

That was Carl speak for, `you can keep them for jack off material if you
like'.

Carl watched Martin download the pictures to his laptop and was quite
absentmindedly stroking his cock as he did so.  Martin noticed when he was
finished and looking at Carl spoke.

"You can finish that off if you want to, here or in the bathroom."

"Oh, sorry. I don't normally do this. I can't remember the last time I
masturbated myself."

"Well, it would be out of order really, but I could do it for you."

"Would you, that would be terrific, I wouldn't tell anyone else except
Max."

"Wouldn't he mind?"

"No, we often have a romp with friends. This would be the first time I've
done it without him, but as long as I tell him he will be fine."

"Well, make yourself comfortable on the couch and I'll get rid of that."

Carl propped himself up on his elbows so that he could watch what Martin
did. Age and experience told. Carl had never been masturbated to a better
orgasm. Martin had slicked up both hands with the massage oil and played
all the way through to Carl's anus while he jacked him. The ball play was
spectacular resulting in a quick, but quite intense orgasm.

"Gosh, Martin, that was sensational. I don't think even a blowjob is better
than that."

Martin was pleased that he had satisfied this boy even though it could end
up with him in serious trouble in school, but not in civil life because
Carl was sixteen, which was legal.

Looking embarrassed, Martin spoke.

"I shouldn't have done that. It could cost me my teaching career if it was
ever known what I have just done."

Carl leant forward and stroked Martin's cheek to make him look up.

"It never will. I was really wicked. Max and I were determined to seduce
you because we both think you are a very sexy man, plus we like you as
well. You really helped us set up the LGBT club, and whatever your motives
you did us a huge favour. We would both like to have loads of sex with
you. It won't rock our boat because we love each other so much."

"You come across as very mature for a sixteen year old Carl, and have the
double advantage that you look younger."

"Being a military brat helps that I think. We move around so much that a
lot of our time is spent with adults instead of boys our own age. Of
course, Max and I had to grow up more quickly than most to accommodate the
awful business of Max's father."

Martin got nosy then and Carl told him the whole story.

"Oh my God, how on earth did Max come through that with his sanity. He
appears such a lovely and loving guy."

Carl preened.

"He's all of that. I've loved him since I first set eyes on him and when
his dad made me rape him I nearly lost it. I had wanted to do that to him
for ages, but with love, not raping him over a desk."

Carl sniggered then, "But I've taken him over a desk a few times since. Of
course it was nothing like the time with his dad."

Martin smiled at this very open school boy and reverted to school boy
himself as he replied.

"Lucky bugger. That is the stuff of dreams. I could do that to both of
you. You don't need a replacement for Major McMahon do you?"

Carl could see the lust in Martin's eyes.

"I could ask Max. He might agree to us having a role playing session with
you."

Martin laughed.

"You are a stunning and sexy man. I have been so lucky with what we have
done this afternoon, and I would love to do more, but I don't expect to. I
will just be happy if you will pose for me one more time, or possibly a
third one."

"That's no problem Martin, and Max would pose for you as well, perhaps he
could be the slave owner in your picture."

Martin's brain went into overdrive on that one.

"If you are serious, I could do a whole series of paintings of the two of
you. Some of them could be almost pornographic if you would allow it.

"I'll ask Max, and we could try it. We can always back off if it gets too
heavy. Both Max and I trust you not to damage our reputations."

Martin looked at what he had already achieved and asked Carl for one more
session today and then wrap it up. No problem and Carl was seriously
impressed with what he saw at the end.

"Gosh, that is incredible, I can see it is me, even without the cock."

They both laughed as Carl dressed and Martin cleaned up his gear.

"You have a talk with Max and I'll see both of you one day next week to
discuss what we are going to do."

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