Acceptance of Reality

Introduction 

In the traditional English independent, fee-paying, public school, where discipline has always been the strictest of the strict and frequent – too frequent in view of most boys – application of the birch or the cane, or, on the odd occasion, both consecutively, to the bare buttocks of miscreant boys, was considered an indispensable adjunct to correct even minor misdemeanors of daily school-life. This story commences the last week of October 1989, leading up to the fatidic date of Wednesday November 1st 1989, on which the law banning the use of corporal punishment in all schools in England, state or independent, came into force. Henceforth, from November 1st 1989. no pupil, not even a public-school boy, would have to suffer the barbaric indignity – a phrase used by several MPs (Members of Parliament)) during the final debate on the bill on its passage through the House of Commons, the British legislative chamber in Westminster – of lowering his trousers and underpants and having his bare buttocks chastised with a rattan cane.

Chapter 1

On Tuesday 31st of October 1989, the then Headmaster of The Churton College for Boys, was a man, aged about 60, with the tongue-twister name Mr. Oscar John-St. John, St. John-St. Claire. What was unusual about his name, was that in addition to his hyphenated, double-barrelled surname, St. John-St. Claire, pronounced Sinjun-Sinclair, his snobbish, social climber of a mother had seen fit to lumber him with two, what she thought of as English, upper-class, Christian names: the first “Oscar” and the second, double-barrelled: “John-St. John.”  As a young man, much to his annoyance, his mother always addressed him as John-Sinjun, rather than as Oscar or John and referred to him to others as: “My son, John-Sinjun.”  The poor guy had the full absurd, name: Oscar John-St. John, St. John-St. Claire pronunciation: Oscar John-Sinjun, Sinjun-Sinclair. If asked personally for his name, he styled himself more modestly as Oscar Sinclair. However, at Churton, by pupils and staff alike, he was universally referred to informally as Oscar. However, he was always respectfully addressed formally, by everyone as Mr. Sinjun-Sinclair.,

Oscar laid down his cane, for the very last time, that fatidic Tuesday afternoon after delivering his last stroke ever to the bare buttocks of Matthew Collins, one of three sixth formers whom he had just thrashed soundly for bullying a younger boy. On Wednesday November 1st 1989, the use of corporal punishment, to correct misbehaving schoolchildren of both sexes, would be banned by law in all schools, both independent and state-controlled. Oscar was a devout disciplinarian, totally addicted to regular use of the cane; a man, who wholeheartedly believed in the curative power of a good beating, which he had, throughout his career as a school master, in loco parentis, applied regularly and vigorously to the bare buttocks of the boys in his charge; and it has unfortunately to be said, like many public school-masters, with the attendant pleasure and enjoyment of considerable, personal, sexual arousal. For Oscar was also a bachelor and a regularly practising homosexual, who lived at present, with his long-term lover. in the Headmaster’s house in the school grounds

Oscar had served his apprenticeship to the art of delivering pain to the bare buttocks of recalcitrant schoolboys, when, at the age of eighteen, he had been appointed as head-boy at the public school, Rigby in Lincoln, where had had received his secondary education.  In his early years at Rigby, he had himself suffered, along with his schoolmates, regular bare-arse beatings at the hands of the numerous prefects, the head-boy of the year and the masters, all of whom seemed addicted to the frequent use of the cane, to keep the disobedience of the boys down to a dull roar; and even on rare occasion, Oscar had been beaten by that holier-of-holies, the Headmaster himself. Oscar had seen his final-year appointment as head-boy of Rigby, as pay-back-time for the suffering he personally had undergone in his earlier years. As head-boy of Rigby he had shown an immediate aptitude and devotion to the frequent and vigorous application of the cane to the bare buttocks of his schoolfellows. He never allowed even the most minor of faults, if detected by himself, to go unpunished.

It is safe to say that, by the end of the first two weeks in his first term as head-boy of Rigby, he had established the reputation of being the most hated head-boy ever, due to his frequent actions with the cane on the bare arses of his erstwhile schoolmates. It mattered not one whit to him, whether he was beating a former close friend or just one of his classmates. In the first two weeks his first term as head-boy, he had applied the cane to the same number of boys, as his immediate predecessor, of one year earlier, had beaten in his entire first term. In fact, it is safe to say that Oscar thoroughly enjoyed beating his schoolmates, for he had quickly learned that beating boys on the bare turned him on sexually, which incited him to use the cane regularly, with the approval of the Headmaster; but also too regularly, in the eyes of his schoolfellows.

The standard tariff for a beating at Rigby had, for several years, been fixed at six strokes on the bare, with an additional six strokes for cases of severe misdemeanour. It goes almost without saying that given 0scar’s devotion to the cane, twelve strokes became quickly the default option of a beating by the head-boy. The group of trembling boys, who assembled daily, at five o’clock in the afternoon, outside the head-boy’s study door, wearing only gym shorts and vests, could look forward to having their bare arses warmed by twelve swingeing cuts of the rattan cane. It was not surprising that with his devotion to the cane. Oscar, as head-boy, soon became as feared as the Headmaster, who himself was no slouch when it came to handling the rattan cane.  Due to Oscar’s experience as head-boy, during which period, his final year as a pupil at Rigby, he thoroughly enjoyed inflicting pain on his schoolfellows, and by the time he left Rigby he had decided that he wanted to be a master at a public school, in order to satisfy what had become his all-consuming, sexually arousing obsession of beating boys.

On leaving Rigby, Oscar had then gone on to Oxford to read Greats, otherwise known as Literae Humaniores, which included – and still today concentrates on study of Latin and Ancient Greek, two dead languages, which no one speaks anymore, together with their culture, their poetry and their ancient history.  This traditional classical education in Greats and other classical courses, wallowing in the glories of past civilizations, a path, which many British statesmen, both past and present, have followed, possibly explains why the United Kingdom does so badly economically in an increasingly technological world.

Chapter 2

So how did Oscar become a regular, dedicated, one could almost say rabid, homosexual, with a strong sadistic streak?  Well, since the age of about of about fourteen, Oscar had known that he was naturally more attracted to members of his own sex than to females.  However, it was not until one day at school at Rigby, when, at the age of fifteen, he was forcibly introduced to gay sex, by being set upon and buggered, not once but twice, in quick succession, by two confirmed, gay sixth-formers, named Buckley and Knight, that he had realised that he too was of the same sexual persuasion as his aggressors.

Subsequent to what had been at the time, possibly the most dramatic event of his young life, reflecting on his first encounter with full McCoy of hands-on, or perhaps better put “cocks-in,” anal sex, after the first, traumatic shock of being sexually molested – well-nigh raped – by two of his older schoolfellows, he had found that he had actually enjoyed the serial pounding of two different, sizable, rock-hard, cocks, supplied by the sixth-formers, Buckley and Knight, whilst they vigorously relieved him of his anal virginity. All in all, at the end of the day, the sudden shock had brought him categorically to acknowledge, at least to himself, that he was as gay as the proverbial coot. He found that he had thoroughly enjoyed being fucked, as a bottom – as he was later to learn the owner of the receiving anus was called, not one, but twice; and, boy oh boy, had he been memorably fucked!

Chapter 3

Oscar had no trouble, as a confirmed, practising, gay – and, it has to be said; as a very handsome and attractive, young-man himself – in finding his feet in the gay, undergraduate community in Oxford, where he was accepted by Gresham College to read Greats (Classics). He was in great demand at gay parties, once his newfound, gay acquaintances saw that he was not only highly experienced in gay-sex techniques, but also enthusiastically game for anything physically demanding – top or bottom – and that he was extremely well-endowed between the legs, where the centre of interest in other men resides, for most homosexual men. During Oscar’s three undergraduate years at Oxford, where he – to his credit – immersed himself in Greats, he sowed wild oats with gay abandon, as he hopped, somewhat peripatetically, from one male conquest to another, never managing to find the right guy, with whom he could develop a stable relationship. Oscar had numerous friendly gay acquaintances, but no close, gay friends. As such; he was essentially a loner, ever in search of the elusive man of his dreams.

Oscar’s long dalliance with gay-sex finally paid off. One day, in 1950, at beginning of the final, third term, in his final undergraduate year at Oxford, Oscar was invited to a gay, male gathering, given in the house of an overtly gay young don of Gresham, his own college, with whom he himself had once or twice had sex, on a one-night-stand basis. On that occasion, he was finally to meet the man of his dreams, with whom, although he did not know it at the time, he was destined to spend the rest of his life, as his permanent sex partner. On first sight, Oscar knew instantly that fate had dictated that he and the delectable young stud, a handsome, muscular man of colour, were destined to be together. It was the sort of party, where all semblance of propriety was thrown to the wind and every man jack present was sexually available, including the older host, and was eagerly looking for partner for the classic one-night-stand. Oscar approached the young man, whom he did not know from Adam, and, without even exchanging names, propositioned him. Oscar prayed that the young man of his desire, would take a similar immediate view of him.

Unlike Oscar, who already had long term ideas for the young man he had just propositioned, as he did not wish to throw away the apparent gem, which fate had seen fit throw into his lap. Oscar was delighted when the young man, obviously attracted to him sufficiently, accepted his proposition of sex and they immediately fell publicly into each other’s arm, as if they were old friends meeting again, after a long absence. So much so, that the don, in whose house the party was being held, observing the direction, in which the wind was blowing, suddenly drew Oscar and his new-found, potential partner to one side and quietly said to both young men:

“This party was organized with sexual assignations in mind; so if the two of you would like some privacy to get to know one another better as newly found friends, there is a single bedroom at the top of the stairs, which you can use temporarily. The way you two are pawing each other, after only just meeting, indicates to me, as an inveterate and relatively sharp observer of human, sexual behaviour, that you both obviously want to have immediate sex together.. The only condition to this offer is that you leave the room as neat and tidy as when you entered it and wipe up your emissions, as I know, from long, personal experience, just how messy man-on-man sex can be.”

Oscar was astounded  at the generosity of the offer, not to mention the  deep understanding of the imperiously, commanding nature of sex, which one ignores at one’s peril, by a fellow of his own college.

Only giving themselves time to exchange perfunctorily their Christian names, Oscar said to his new conquest: “By the way, my name is Oscar,”  to which his dusky, new acquaintance replied: “And I am called Paulo.” Without even exchanging another word, the two of them in their overt eagerness to have sex with each other, rushed to the bedroom offered. Once they were alone together, with the bedroom door firmly closed, they immediately stripped themselves stark naked, each revealing, one to the other, the full extent of his physical credentials, which were, in both cases, quite jaw dropping.

After a moment of hesitation, the cocks of both young men showed that they wanted to fuck, by becoming erect like two massive cannons preparing to fire at each other. At this stage, the two, already impressive, flaccid cocks had transformed themselves into ten-inch, rock-hard quasi- steel rods of rigid man-meat, each indicating its readiness for immediate action, by the droplets of precum oozing from its cockhead. Oscar and Paulo were each hesitant as to who should make the first move; for, to use a religious metaphor, they had had no discussion together of what might best be called: “The order of service.”  But this was no time for hesitation; someone had to strike whilst the whilst the iron was hot.

With only a  moment’s hesitation, it was Paulo, who seized the initiative, by dropping to his knees in front of Oscar’s magnificently erect penis. After only a moment’s hesitation, he then took its head into his mouth and proceeded, in an impressively, consummate, competent act of fellation, to suck off Oscar’s erect member to orgasm. Oscar was already so sexually aroused, just at the thought of what was to come, that at the first touch of Paulo’s tongue, Oscar, somehow knew, that his cock was to experience the most sublime act of fellation, to which it had ever been subjected. Paulo was an expert at the art of fellation and sent Oscar into paroxysms of sexual delight; so much so, that, after only thirty seconds of Paulo working with his mouth on Oscar’s cock, Oscar, surprisingly, for a man so experienced in gay sex as himself, was unable to hold himself back any longer. His cock erupted into a veritable, shuddering tidal wave of ejaculative spurts, depositing  his thick, creamy sperm in viscous drops all over Paulo’s face and in his mouth.

Oscar conscious of the generous offer of the room, and the condition not make mess with their emissions,  hastened to wipe away his own semen from Paulo’s face with a damp face cloth, which he found hanging beside the wash basin, with which the room was fitted.

Oscar, who was already in seventh heaven, due to Paulo’s actions, now took up the batten in what was to become a two-hour, sexual relay, for the rest of the evening. He pushed Paulo, who had by now stood up again, flat onto his back, on the bed. Paulo, anticipating Oscar’s intentions, obligingly spread his legs thereby, giving his partner first sight of his anus, which Oscar saw was tightly closed; it was no more than a pucker, which boded well; for Oscar, a young man highly experienced at anal sex, preferred a bottom partner, who could maintain a firm grip on his cock with his anal sphincter muscles throughout the entire act of copulation, thus making him sing for his supper, thereby increasing the pleasure of sex for both of them.

Paulo watched, fascinated, whilst Oscar thoroughly lubricated his magnificently erect cannon with Durol sexual lubricant, which he always carried with him, as he never knew when his cock might be called to step unexpectedly into service.  His motto was; “Always be prepared for unexpected sex.”

For the first time since they had, somewhat perfunctorily, exchanged names, Paulo now spoke, voicing his fears clearly, saying what he thought, without any embarrassment, calling, in no uncertain terms, a spade a spade: “Oscar, I don’t know how you personally feel about gay sex, but copulation is specifically what turns me on. either as a top or bottom, as I myself like both equally well; I cannot get enough of either, however many times I fuck or am fucked, However, that having been said, I find that I agree completely with your friend, our host, who does not know me from Adam, but who has kindly lent us this room to be together for the first time.”

He went on to explain himself: “I see that you are preparing your cock to fuck me bareback without using a condom. Speaking for myself, I think our host hit the nail on the head, when he said that gay sex can be a very messy affair, especially after seeing and experiencing the generous quantity of your emission, which I took over my face, when I sucked-off your cock just now. Do you not think that to contain the sticky mess which we shall inevitably make; it would be better if we both used a condom? That way, we shall at least keep the mess., which we shall inevitably make, down to a dull roar.”

Oscar replies: “Hold your horses, right there, Paulo; as you do not know what I have in mind for you. I propose to fuck you bareback, because I have every intention of reaching my own orgasm, with my cock still deep inside you and depositing my load of semen in your innermost depths, thereby leaving you, with a brief-lasting souvenir of our first time together, which you will, in the course of time, eliminate quite naturally. It is not my intention, as is usually the practice in male-on-male sex, to join you in a post-copulation wanking session, designed to bring both of us to orgasm, after prematurely with withdrawing my cock, before I have climaxed inside you, which I have every intention of doing.”

“In the worst-case scenario, I see you in the role of bottom, as a surrogate female, whom her lover has just fucked, but who in spite of climaxing inside of her, did not succeed in bringing her to her own orgasm. In such a case the male lover, would be obliged to use his finger and his tongue to satisfy his female lover, which I understand happens quite frequently; although, for obvious reasons, I speak from hearsay, never having had the pleasure of the experience of fucking a member of the opposite sex myself: a doubtful pleasure for men or our sexual orientation And so, if such a scene were to come to pass between you and me, I would feel obliged to use my five-fingered lover on your cock, as I firmly believe that both parties to any fuck, either man-to-man or man-to-woman, should reach orgasm, without which they cannot be satisfied by any sexual coupling.”

“Now we come to the best-case scenario, which I have no idea whether what I have in mind will be successful or not. It seems to me that when a guy is bottoming, as you are about to do for me, he is playing the role of a surrogate female to his partner. And so, I ask myself if it would be possible for the top – in the present case myself – by dint of hard-work and singlemindedness of purpose, by use of his cock alone, uniquely through his copulative efforts, to take his bottom partner through to orgasm, thus mimicking the successful heterosexual sex act, in which the male partner fucks his female partner through to her orgasm. simultaneous with his own, which occurs at the moment he ejaculates his sperm into his female partner’s  vagina.

“Now, I do not know if this is even possible or not; however, I mean to try it on you during our first coupling. It falls to me as top, to make this first time between us, as memorable an occasion as possible for both of us. So, prepare yourself, Paulo, for the mother of all batterings from my cock, which tells me it is ready for action. And, by the way, I agree with you that gay-sex is a messy business and that the bottom should always use a condom, to catch his emission, which I suggest you now do.”

Oscar, already on his knees between Paulo’s legs, hoisted his legs, one e over each of his shoulders and prepared to penetrate Paulo’s expectant anus with his massively erect cock. Meanwhile, Paulo, rolled a rubber condom onto his own erect member.  At the first touch of his cockhead against Paulo’s anus, Oscar felt his partner’s anal sphincter muscles reflexively tighten to prevent, what they were programmed by nature to see, as an invasion by a foreign body. However, Oscar was accustomed to this initial, unavoidable, automatic resistance, which he overcame quite easily and was able to slide, with ease, the full ten inches of his enormous erection into Paulo’ s rectum.

As he bottomed his pelvis against Paulo’s arse, Oscar was gratified to hear his partner emit a groan of contentment at a job of penetration well done; although Paulo was an active young stud of considerable, regular experience of gay sex, and possessed, like Oscar, a larger than usual cock himself, he had never before taken such an enormous piece of rigid man-meat up his own fundamental orifice. He was nevertheless taken to new heights of sexual delight, just by the act of being penetrated, for the first time ever, by such an enormous penis. As he looked forward, with anticipation to Oscar’s enormous cock beginning its pounding, he had no idea of what the future held for him.

As for Oscar; he had no idea whether or not he was going to be able to make good on his supposition that, by use of his cock alone, he would succeed in fucking Paulo through to his own orgasm; however, he intended to make brave attempt. All he knew for certain was that with his cock deep inside of Paulo’s most private of place, where he had been literally dozens, maybe hundreds of times, with different partners in his very active sex-life, this time it felt quite different for him; he felt as if they were made for each other; at least that his what tried to tell himself

Oscar was in a position, of which most men could only dream; thanks to being blessed by nature with a dead-straight, ten-inch-long, steel-hard piece of man-meat, he was able to treat his bottom partner, Paulo, initially, to long, languid, nine-inch thrusts of his cock, without ever withdrawing his cockhead from his partner’s anus. He normally began by penetrating his partner’s anus and giving him the full length of his ten inches erection, before gently withdrawing it, taking care to leave his cockhead inside his partner’s rectum, before giving him his first gentle, nine-inch thrust which ended by him bottoming of his own pelvis and balls against his partner’s arse. Oscar gradually increased the power and speed of his thrusting, eventually losing himself to the carnal lust which usually signals the culmination of the sex act in the top active partner.

This time with Paulo was different for both partners. Firstly, Paulo showed himself to be an intelligent, eagerly, participating bottom, in that he gripped Oscar’s cock tightly with his anal muscles, at every thrust and withdrawal stroke.  He thereby increased the pleasurable sensations of fucking, both for himself and his partner. Oscar quickly reached the point of his own climax, at which stage, he would normally have allowed himself to enjoy his own orgasm and ejaculate his semen into the innermost depths of his partner. However, now intent on trying – for  the first time – to see, if as top, it was possible for him to bring Paulo, as his bottom partner, to orgasm, just by fucking him with his cock. With this objective clearly in mind, he steeled himself to hold back on his own climax and continued battering Paulo’s arse with his cock.

Oscar’s first hopeful glimmer of success was when Paulo started making moans of contentment at the battering his arse was receiving from his partner’s cock. These were soon replaced by verbal exhortations pleading Oscar not to stop with his battering; culminating eventually in a hoarse cry: “Yes, yes, now, now!” On hearing this, Oscar, knew that he had succeeded in what he had himself thought an impossible task.  He had brought his partner, Paulo, to the brink of his own orgasm, by the unique effort of anal copulation with him; all the more remarkable, as this was their first sex act together: an act, which, when viewed retrospectively, by Oscar, was his first, ever, sexual act of love.

On hearing Paulo’s cry of: “Yes, now, now!” Oscar completely withdrew his ten-inch erection from Paulo’s anus, held in the air for a second, before seizing what was a “carpe diem” moment for both of them;  he struck whilst the iron was hot, plunging his steely cannon back to the hilt, into his partner’s expectant anus. Both of them immediately exploded into orgasm simultaneously, each emitting enormous quantities of semen.

Chapter 4

Contrary to the strange Latin epigram: “Triste est omne animal post coitum, præter mulierem gallumque,” meaning, in English: "Every animal is sad after coitus, except the human female and the rooster.” Oscar and Paulo, both human animals and men, were overjoyed with the results of their first effort at coitus together. Both of them, serious gay, anal copulators before they met, felt that the orgasms that Oscar had successfully induced in both of them, far exceeded in intensity anything either of them had experienced in the past. Paulo was full of praise for Oscar’s efforts and pronounced is efforts as: “The best single fuck I have ever had, either as bottom or top; and let me assure you, my friend, I have experienced of plenty of both.”

Paulo could barely wait for a return match; this time, with him taking the active role as top; he was anxious to show his newly-found lover – for he found that Oscar had made love to him, as distinct from merely mechanically fucking him, during their first round of sex together – that he was not a wimp, and that he too was capable of a creditable performance with his own cock. Paulo desperately wanted to show Oscar that his equipment, although not quite as big as his partner’s magnificently impressive piece of man-meat, was, nevertheless, of a size, which would render most men green with envy and was capable of delivering a significant punch.

Paulo had learned much from that first fuck, with himself bottoming to Oscar as top. Throughout his previous, considerable experience at gay, anal intercourse, Paulo had never allowed himself, when topping, to climax inside of his partner and to deposit his sperm within him. However, in the light of his experience with Oscar, Paulo was determined to emulate his partner’s performance, if only partially. He vowed to himself that he would endeavour at least to reach his own climax, with his cock still inside of Oscar and deposit his semen deep inside of his partner.

Oscar watched transfixed as Paulo prepared himself to fuck him, as he lubricated his cock ready for its penetration of Oscar’s anus. Oscar almost had an orgasm himself, when Paulo took it upon himself to roll on a latex condom onto his partner’s still stiff cock. Finally, the moment of penetration arrived and Oscar asked Paulo in what position he would like to take him for his first fuck ever of the man, who was destined, although neither of them knew this at the time, to be his life’s partner,. Paulo did not hesitate for a moment, saying immediately that he would like to take Oscar in the same, modified mission-position that Oscar had first taken him. Oscar, who was as eager to be fucked by Paulo as Paulo was eager to fuck him, immediately obliged Paulo, by laying himself down on his back on the bed and spreading his legs invitingly, giving Paulo easy access to hid port of entry.

Paulo knelt down between Oscar’s legs, and, as his partner previously done with him, took one leg over each of his shoulders; as he approached his cockhead to Oscar’s all important anal entry port, he was already exuding copious quantities of precum. Taking a leaf out of Oscar’s book, once the dripping tip of his cockhead touched Oscar’s anus, he did not hesitate for moment, but slid the full length of his erect, naked cock, in one powerful thrust, deep into the welcoming depths of Oscar’s rectum, forcefully overcoming, in one fell swoop, the automatic, reflexive, initial resistance of his partner’s  anal muscles to repel all boarders.

Paulo sent himself and into raptures of sexual delight at this act, which he had performed on regular basis, with a variety of ever-changing partners. during his exceptionally active sex life to date. However, he told himself that this time it was different; the two of them were obviously made for each other. Whether he was deluding himself or not, at that precise moment, there was no gainsaying of his feelings for Oscar; Paulo was already falling in love with his partner, and was intent on making the most of their first act of copulation together, in which he was the active, top partner. He knew that he had not got that proverbial snowflake-in-hell’s chance of equaling Oscar’s performance on him, just a short while ago; but he prayed that his effort would not relegate him to the status of someone, whom Oscar had picked up at the party, as a one-night-stand, which was the story of his sex-life to date; not surprising, in one so attractive visually as Paulo, Oscar was about to discover, Paulo was a first class fucker. 

As he prepared himself to fuck Oscar for the first time, Paulo did not know that Oscar’s sex-life mirrored his own: a continuous series of one-night-stands, in the search for, if not a life’s partner, then someone, to whom he could relate and with whom he could establish a stable relationship, at least for a period of time. Paulo would have been surprised to know that Oscar feared that he, Paulo, in spite of his adulatory praise for Oscar’s performance on his arse, would leave him high and dry after his first fuck; just as much as Paulo himself feared that Oscar would dump him, thereby by relegating their nascent relationship to the scrap-heap of one-night-stands. As Paulo was preparing his cock for his maiden fuck as top with Oscar, he did not know either, that Oscar had been smitten by what the French figuratively call: “Un coup de foudre,” for him,  which translates into English as: “Overwhelming love at first sight.”

All went well with Paulo’s first act of copulation as top with his newly found partner. With his cock inside Oscar’s innermost depths of his rectum, Paulo took long, full-length strokes of his sizeable dick, emulating Oscar’s technique on him. He quickly became so sexually aroused that he lost control over his actions and was soon battering Oscar’s arse with unabated fury. Reaching rapidly the stage, at which he could no longer hold himself back from orgasm, for the very first time, in his regular, copulative career as top, Paulo, with one final, powerful thrust of his cock, allowed himself the extreme pleasure of climaxing inside of Oscar and depositing his generous emission, in a series of sharp, ejaculative jolts, in the depths his partner’s rectum. If the intensity of the lone orgasm, which he himself now experienced, did not quite measure to the simultaneous orgasm, which Oscar had just induced in both of them, it ran, for Paulo, a close second; in his eyes it ranked as the best, single fuck, with himself acting as top, leading to the most exquisitely intense orgasm of his life that he had ever produced himself in fucking his partner.

Whilst he had been fucking Oscar, Paulo was acutely aware of the fact that his partner too needed to emerge satisfied from his first fuck, with himself  playing the dominant role  as top. Oscar had been giving manual massage to his condom-clad cock, whilst Paulo, with his own cock, had been pounding at his partner’s arse. Now that he had himself climaxed and deposited his semen inside of Oscar, Paulo, who was a master at the art of fellation, now withdrew himself, pulled off the condom from Oscar’s cock and proceeded, for the second time that evening, to suck Oscar off to orgasm. Paulo’s oral attention to Oscar’s cock did not last very long, as Oscar was already three sheets to the sexual, arousal wind, thanks to Paulo’s vigorous machinations on his arse with his cock, before he commenced his act with his mouth.  Oscar, delighted by Paulo’s performance, viewed him as the perfect, muscular, young stud with a big cock, for whom he had long been searching, but, until tonight, had never found.

Oscar’s own cock, was not long in yielding to Paulo’s expert attention with his mouth; and, he was quickly brought to his second, momentous climax, again depositing great gobbets of his jism all over Paulo’s face. Paulo felt, thereby, that he had successfully demonstrated his sexual credentials and waited for Oscar’s reaction to his double onslaught, first on Oscar’s arse and then, for the second time that evening, on his cock, which he had twice sucked through to orgasm. Paulo may not have equaled Oscar’s performance with his cock, but he felt that he had acquitted himself well sexually and that he was a worthy partner, who had demonstrated to Oscar that, when it came to sexual performance, he was not a wimp, but a worthy partner, to the man, with whom he was already falling in love.

But what Paulo personally thought of his own performance so far that evening mattered little; it was what Oscar, his partner, thought that would determine his future. Paulo personally thought that Oscar and he were sexually made for one another; but he feared that, after Oscar’s virtuoso performance on his arse, he would be discarded as: “Just another one-night-stand.” At that moment, what he did not know was that Oscar had fallen head-over-heels in love with him on first sight, and that another one-night-stand was the last thing he wanted. So, they were both, unknown to the other, in fact, learning words of the same hymn.

Oscar was ecstatic with Paulo’s performance, especially the way he handled oral sex. He said to Paulo, “I have had my cock sucked off on numerous times by various partners; but never have I experienced such intense orgasms as, twice already this evening, you have managed to induce in me. That is not to say that your cock technique is lacking in anyway, However; in my eyes,  you Paulo,  are the absolute king of fellation.”

Paulo was overwhelmed by the praise heaped on him by Oscar. He was mightily relieved not have been discarded as: “just another one-night-stand.” Paulo saw that he had fallen into an inferiority mindset of his own making, and had, somehow, come to regard Oscar as his superior;  partly because of the colour of his skin and partly because Oscar had first approached him and not vice-versa; but also possibly because he had been invited to a party of known gays, given by a gay Don, of the very college, of which Oscar was a member. He knew that if Oscar had not been to known to the Don, with whom, he now speculated that his newly-found partner had, most probably, had had a preceding sexual relationship, they would never have been offered the private bedroom, in which to fulfil their immediate, unspoken desire to have sex with each other, which the Don had perceptively perceived.             

But now, suddenly thinking about the subservient role, into which frame of mind he had cast himself, by the combination of circumstances outlined above, Paulo realised , in the light of the genuine praise. which Oscar had showered upon him, that Oscar viewed his new partner as an equal in every way. Without doubt, Oscar had given him the most intense orgasm of his life, in that he had had the tenacity and had succeeded, with his cock alone, to take both himself and his new partner through to the unimaginable, erotic heights of simultaneous orgasms in both of them. Reflecting on his totally imaginary fears, entirely of his own making, Paulo asked himself: “Were these the acts of a man, who would treat his partner as just another one-night-stand, destined for the scrap-heap?”

Oscar also now realised that he had been wrong in his pre-judgement of Paulo, whose actions and fulsome praise indicated that he wanted Oscar as much as Oscar wanted him. The thought of Paulo as a one-night-stand had been banished from his mind, from the moment Paulo had shown himself decisive and had seized the initiative to break the awkwardness between them, by kneeling in front of Oscar, taking his cock into his mouth and sucking him off to orgasm. Paulo, by his decisive action, had instantly banished the self-inflicted feeling of inferiority from Oscar’s s mind. He now saw that he himself had been looking at Oscar across the room at the party with lust in his eyes and wanting him just as much as much as Oscar had wanted him. They had cemented their liaison, not by words, but by immediate sexual activity; henceforth he would treat Oscar as an equal.

But now was not an appropriate time for words, of which they had exchanged very few, preferring to concentrate on what was obviously more important to both of them. Judging for his manner, Oscar clearly wanted to fuck Paulo yet again, which was OK by him, for Paulo  himself was looking forward to experience, for the second time, Oscar’s monumental piece of erect, well-lubricated man-meat, sliding smoothly inside him, with all the sensation of comfort of putting on a well-worn, comfortable shoe. Oscar’s second overture  gave way to three hours of,more or less continuous sex; nothing was taboo between them; you name it; they did it! Finally, they both fell asleep exhausted.

Chapter 5

It was not until the next day at lunch together, in a small, greasy spoon restaurant that Oscar and Paulo finally got around to a serious conversation, in which they exchanged details of their full names and brief stories of their lives to date. Despite his handsome, somewhat dusky, mixed-race appearance, Oscar had been surprised to hear that Paulo spoke perfect English, with what was clearly, an educated, upper-class accent.  Paulo turned out to be almost exactly the same age as Oscar; they had both been born in the month of July 1939. Now, here they were both at Oxford in the second term their third and final year, at the end of which, they would both graduate.

Paulo explained that he had an English mother, named Elizabeth Ann Conway, who had married, in the face of strong disapproval from her upright, but also uptight, English parents, who disapproved of any man, who had had the misfortune – in her father’s, restrictive view – not to be born an Englishman. Anyway, Elizabeth had gone ahead and married not only a foreigner, but a wealthy, Brazilian man, of mixed race: a man of colour, named Carlos Rodrigues-Alvaro:  Alvaro was the name of the male-line of the family and Rodrigues that of Paulo’s mother. Paulo’s full name rivaled, in length, if not in tongue-twisting complexity, that of Oscar. In full, it was Arthur Michael Felipe Luiz Paulo Conway-Alvaro. Born in England, where he was brought up, the bearer of this long string of names was known, more simply, as Paul Alvaro. 

Paulo’s father, Carlos Borges-Alvaro, was the only child of an extremely wealthy, Brazilian coffee- merchant, Alvaro e Filhos, founded by his grandfather, (Paulo’s great grandfather) in the Port of Santos, in the State of San Paulo in southern Brazil. At the age of 25, Carlos Alvaro, Paulo’s future father, then unmarried, had been sent by his father to London to develop the export of Brazilian, arabica coffee-beans to Europe. There, he had met, fallen in love with and married an English girl, Elizabeth Ann Conway. Paulo was the only child resulting from this union and had dual nationality, being both Brazilian and British.

In contradistinction to the British, who had essentially remained aloof from the indigenous people they had colonized, the Spanish and Portuguese had, for the most part, practised miscegenation with the native peoples they had invaded, which had, by intermarriage, resulted in the preponderance of mixed-race people found today in Latin-America and the ex-colonies of the Portuguese in black, sub-Saharan Africa. They had also sought, with considerable success, to convert the indigenous people, whom they had conquered, to Christianity in the catholic faith, which was, in Elizabeth’s father’s prejudiced eyes,  another black mark against Paulo; he was a papist! 

It goes without saying that retired Colonel Henry Conway and his wife, were both totally horrified when they learned, the catastrophic news – in   their immutable, blinkered view – that their only child, a daughter,  Elizabeth Ann, had fallen in love with not only a foreigner, but a man of mixed race, a person of colour and a catholic to boot. They beseeched their daughter to think again before marrying  – in their rigid, disapproving view – such an undesirable man, whom they had not yet met. However, Elizabeth was utterly in love with Carlos Alvaro;  so, despite her  parents’ opposition to the proposed union, as she was of age and knew her own mind, she went ahead and married Carlos Alvaro, whom she called Carlo.

The truly happy marriage of Elizabeth to Carlos Alvaro, unfortunately proved to be short lived; it was to last but two years. Without any previous sign of warning, when Paulo was still a baby, his father, the 28-year-old Carlos , one morning, stood up from breakfast and suddenly dropped dead to the floor, from a heart attack, leaving his 25-year-old wife a widow, with a one-year-old son. On Carlos’s death, Elizabeth’s parents managed, with some considerable difficulty to swallow their disappointment at her marriage and took her and their only grandchild to live with them in their spacious house in Sevenoaks, Kent.

In the knowledge that, unless Elizabeth married again and produced more children, the dusky-coloured Paul, as his grandparents called him, was the only grandchild that they would ever likely have, Colonel Conway and his wife managed, not without some considerable difficulty, to temper their rigid disapproval and swallow the shame, which they and they alone considered Elizabeth had brought upon the Conway family. Henceforth, they lavished all that money could buy on Paul, whom they brought up to be an English gentleman, which, in their heart of hearts, they knew he could never be;  in spite of his good looks and impeccable manners, which a prep and public school education had beaten into him, at the end of the day, he would remain what he had always been; albeit a handsome, well-mannered and well-spoken boy, but, nevertheless, a mixed-race child of colour. However, in spite of their prejudices, his grandparents came to love  him,

Chapter 6

Paulo spoke not one word of Portuguese, the mother tongue of his late Brazilian father, as, from the age of one, he had been completely anglicized by his maternal grandparents.  Nor had he, as a Brazilian national, ever set foot in Brazil; therefore, he had never seen his Brazilian paternal grandparents in Santos, of whom he was, quite definitively, their only grandchild, as Paulo’s late father had been his parents’ only child. Oscar learned from Paulo, that like himself, he was an undergraduate in his in his final year at Oxford and a member of another college, The House, (Christ Church College).

Like Oscar, he too saw his career in a public school, as a master teaching mathematics. The public school, like the antiques trade, was seen as refuge from the law for timid gay men, as Paulo had been, until he met Oscar., at which point he had blossomed into the confident gay stud whom Oscar had experienced. Both Oscar and Paulo graduated at the end of the academic year, each with a first class degree in his chosen subject; Oscar in Literae Humaniores (Classics) and Paulo in Mathematics. They both enrolled for the coming academic year in the official School Teacher Training Programme at Oxford University, leading, after one year, to the most prestigious of all Post Graduate Certificates in Education in England, delivered by Oxford University.

As graduates, Oscar and Paulo were now free from the petty regulations – such as the obligation to live either in college or approved digs: regulations, which had been designed years ago, to protect undergraduates from so-called sin – also known as human nature – at a time when the world was intolerant both of gay and premarital, heterosexual sex, both of which had been practised from time immemorial They were both of which were accepted as inevitable, but were, nevertheless, discouraged. However, human, sexual behaviour being what it is, when – and not if – they occurred, which they regularly did, just as night follows day, they were swept under the carpet. However, the antiquated rules, aimed at controlling what was then and by some people still today, considered as illicit sex – were still rigidly enforced by a fossilized fraction of dons, across the various colleges, who were still living in the dim and distant, unreal past.

Since they had first met and started sexual relations with each other, Oscar and Paulo had been forced to keep their sexual relationship, which they could not forgo, under wraps and away from scrutiny by their respective colleges.  Neither of them was prepared to renounce the enormous pleasure of gay sex together, for the final term of the academic year, at the end of which they would both graduate and be free of pettifogging, regulations. The fact of the matter was that Oscar and Paulo, were head-over-heels in love with each other; so much so, that come hell or high water, a pair of wild horses would not have separated them. They were forced to continue their relationship clandestinely, meeting whenever they were able for surreptitious fuck, in one of their respective rooms; either at Gresham for Oscar or at Christ Church for Paulo.

Once they had graduated, they rented a one-bedroomed flat together as practising homosexuals and risked the opprobrium of the general public.  Homosexual acts by consenting males committed in private were then illegal and could lead to prison sentences for offenders, if prosecuted by the police. It was not until the law changed in 1965, that homosexual acts, committed in private, by consenting males over the age of 21, were legalized, However, when finally legalized, homosexuality between males continued to be viewed with distaste by the vast majority of the general public. They both graduated from the Oxford Teacher Training Course and duly received their PGCE, which qualified them to teach in all schools in England.

By now Oscar and Paulo had become an item, more or less like Siamese twins, fused at the hip  – or more appropriately at some other parts of the male body.. They faced their biggest challenge, since they had met some fifteen months ago: how to remain together, now that their time in Oxford was coming to an end? They had become such a constant in each other’s life that neither of them could envisage life without the other; they simply had to find a way to remain together. As their chosen careers were identical: both wanted to become school teachers, they toyed with the idea that one of them should find a place in a public school, and that the other should find a place in a local school nearby, enabling them to live together; and to hell with the law.

However, the Gods were with them, in the form of a recruitment drive by Churton College for Boys, located near the city of Hereford, on the Welsh border, which sent the then Headmaster, Dr Charles Smith, a “relatively” progressive man, accompanied by a non-ex-military, younger member of the Board of Governors of the school, and, therefore, not a reactionary, so dyed-in-the-wool as his co-directors, to any form of change, to interview candidates for two teaching appointments, which they were trying to fill. Churton College was very choosy about whom it took on as teaching staff, preferring top-flight graduates from Oxford or Cambridge, for whom it was prepared to pay over the odds. The preferred staff were men, who had graduated with high honours from Oxford or Cambridge and who had themselves been exposed to the strict, corporal punishment system of a public school education; and were prepared to reflect their own experience in their careers teaching at Churton.

At that time, it fortuitously so happened that Churton College was looking to appoint two junior masters, one to teach Latin and Greek and the other to teach mathematics, of which the current heads of each department were within a few years of retiring. It was as though Oscar and Paulo tailor made for the two posts on offer, as they were seen, by the two recruiters from Churton as ideal candidates. when the time came, to replace the present senior incumbents, both of whom were approaching retirement age.  The recruitment duo from Churton looked no further; they offered Oscar and Paulo the posts, in the full knowledge that the appointment of man of colour, like Paulo, to teaching post at a traditional public school like Churton, would ruffle a few, traditional feathers. However, whatever the background of Paulo or the colour of his skin, they saw him for what he was, in fact: a perfectly-mannered, well-educated, English gentleman.

Oscar and Paulo were both over the moon that their biggest immediate problem had been solved. Additionally, Oscar breathed an enormous private sigh of relief that the colour of Paulo’s skin had not militated against his chosen ambition to become a master in a leading public school. They had both got their feet on the first rung of the ladder to success; who knew where it might lead? Little did either of them then realise that they would spend their entire teaching careers at Churton; they both were to retire, Oscar as Headmaster and Paul as Deputy-Headmaster and Housemaster of School House, the oldest of Churton’s six boarding houses.

Churton was noted among English public school as being devoted to disciplining with the cane its errant pupils. In term time, Mondays to Fridays, not a day went by, but what a group of doleful-looking boys assembled at 4:30 pm, outside the Headmaster’s study, usually to be called in one by one, but occasionally, if their offences demanded, as a group, to have their bare buttocks thrashed with the birch or cane – or occasionally, if the offence was serious enough, with both.

But the Headmaster was not alone in wielding what he referred to as: “The Rod of Justice.” The six housemasters also exacted their pound of flesh with the cane, from the bare buttocks of offending boys in their charge. Each evening, seven days a week, the boys, whom the housemaster wished as he put it: “to see” – a euphemism for: “to beat” – were obliged to present themselves to him, wearing just their pyjamas, the pants of which, once inside his study, they were told to drop and bend over the back of chair, to present their bare arses to the painful rigours of the cane. The infrastructure of corporal punishment did not stop there; the head-boy and the three prefects per house – 18 in all – were allowed to beat their fellow schoolmates; making a grand total of 26 persons who could wield the cane, which they all did quite frequently.

This pronounced, and rigorously rigid, disciplinary infrastructure dated back to the tenure of Mr. Augustus Caesar, a dedicated and life-long practitioner of homosexuality, since his own public schooldays, who, in 1885, at the age of just 27, had been appointed Headmaster of Churton, a post he had held for 38 years, until forced into retirement, at the age of 65, in 1923, by a new Chairman of the Board of Governors, who wished to leave his mark on the school. Augustus Caesar had single-handedly imposed what was the rule of then the birch and the cane on Churton.

 His first act was to ensure that he himself as Headmaster, with little direct teaching contact anymore in class with the boys, had an adequate, regular, daily flow of boys to beat: an act which gave him great personal pleasure. This he had done by riding roughshod over his teaching colleagues, withdrawing from them, henceforth, the right to beat the boys they were teaching; instead, to write punishment notes, which were redeemable by the boys, unfortunate enough to be the bearers thereof, by a Headmaster’s  beating, which took place every day at 4:30 in the afternoon. He, thereby withdrew what the teaching staff considered their God-given-right, as masters in major public-school, to beat their pupils if necessary. They considered themselves, thereby as quasi-emasculated; exactly as if the new Headmaster had sliced off the balls from each and every one of them.

In his career previous to Churton, Augustus Caesar he had been head-boy of Rigby: a school noted for its vigorous approach to discipline, generally known, on the grapevine, by schoolmasters of other public schools, as “The Rigours of Rigby,” the backbone of which was the regular and vigorous application of the cane to the naked arses of it pupils. Augustus had been a brutal head-boy, par excellence; he was universally hated by all his schoolfellows of all ages, even those with whom he sat together in class.  He never hesitated  to whack any boy, even one of his classmates of the same age as himself, if he detected even the slightest of misdemeanours. His apprenticeship to wielding the cane as head-boy of Rigby brought out a hitherto hidden sadistic streak in him; he discovered that he enjoyed beating the naked arses of his schoolfellows, as it aroused him sexually. It was in his time as head-boy of Rigby that he realised he was a homosexual himself, with strong sadistic tendencies. Together, those two characteristics  were to define his future career as a public school master.

He left Rigby for Cambridge to read classics. At university he was able, for three years to indulge his recently discovered homosexuality, as he discovered that there were many male undergraduates, who, like himself, preferred sex with men rather than with women. After graduation, Augustus returned to Rigby to teach Latin and Greek and as protegee of the then Headmaster, Dr. Anthony Adam Rhys a homosexual like himself. He enjoyed a five-year stable period, as sex partner to the Headmaster, whom he called Tony, whenever they were together privately. No one was more surprised than he was, when aged just 27 in 1885, he flew a kite and successfully applied for the post of Headmaster of Churton College; a post he held for 38 years, until forced into retirement, aged 65 in 1923. He it was, who was the architect of the strict punishment environment, into which Oscar and Paulo entered and which had survived, essentially intact, for the better part of a century.

Authors Note: Readers who are not familiar with the present punishment system at Churton, conceived and put in place by August Caesar, in the last two decades of the nineteenth century, are recommended to read my earlier story, entitled: “Appropriate Attire,” which appeared in January 2022.

As for Paulo, he had been on the receiving end of the cane many times, during his prep and public schooldays, but he had not yet experienced the pleasure of being able to beat boys himself. Paulo knew only that whenever Oscar had beaten boys prior to having sex with him, Oscar was always super-aroused and very vigorous, which he, Paulo, had very much appreciated. The pleasure of being on the delivery end of the cane and the sexual arousal, which always accompanied the beating of a boy’s bare arse, were made apparent to him, when he too was appointed Housemaster of one of the six houses at Churton. Thereafter he became as enthusiastic to apply the cane as Oscar.

Chapter 7

Eventually, in the fulness of time, the present Headmaster of Churton, Dr. Charles Smith, retired and Oscar, then aged 40, was appointed Headmaster. There was no animosity by Paulo on his lover’s appointment as Headmaster of Churton. Like Augustus Caesar, who had created the punishment system, which Oscar had now inherited, he now encouraged his teaching-staff to write as many punishment notes as possible, to ensure that he himself had a regular flow of boys to beat on a daily basis, at 4:30 in the afternoon.  Oscar realised that the general climate of opinion was changing in regard to the two most important aspects of his life; homosexuality and the ability to beat, in loco parentis, the naked arses of his charges at Churton, which he considered his God-given-right, as Headmaster of a major public school. Consensual homosexual acts, conducted in private, between men over the age of 21, had become legal in 1965; at that time, although such acts were within the law, they were still widely viewed with disgust by the general public. A corollary of the legalization of sex between consulting male adults from the age of 21, was that Oscar and Paulo had no reason to keep their sexual liaison private. They wisely chose not to vaunt their sex lives in front of their colleagues, preferring to rent a discreet small flat in the village of Great Churton, just outside the gate of Churton College itself, where they could conduct their liaison in private.

In addition, the frequent, brutal use of the cane on schoolboy’s arses was increasingly coming under fire from a number of crusading, vociferous MPs, who wished to see the practice stopped. They were not to be successful, until some 20 years later, when, in 1985, legislation was passed, banning corporal punishment in all state schools. On October 29th 1989, this was followed by legislation banning the use of corporal punishment in all schools, state or private. Until that date, Oscar as Headmaster and Paulo as housemaster, both beat on until the bitter end, thereby prolonging, as long as possible, the tradition of the stringent, corporal-punishment system developed and put in place by Augustus Caesar, in the late nineteenth century. Paulo was a true convert to the benefits of corporal punishment, which he had espoused completely and which he practised vigorously and with great personal enjoyment, almost each evening, on the bare arses of the boys, deserving or not, in his house, before repairing the flat, he shared with Oscar to immerse himself in the equally enjoyable pastime of gay sex.

Oscar, as Headmaster of Churton, was not one to let the momentous date of withdrawal of what he had always considered his God-Given-Right as Headmaster of an important public school, to thrash the bare arses of any boy in his charge whenever he thought necessary. At one fell swoop, by an ill-conceived (in his view) act of parliament, the time-honoured, traditional way of dealing with misbehaving boys with a sharp dose the cane, had been rendered illegal. He warned his teaching staff of this impending disaster (as he saw it), which resulted in a marked increase in the number of punishment notes written in the week before the ban on the use of corporal punishment came into force. This led to an increase in the number of boys waiting outside his study each day, at 4:30 in the afternoon to have their bare arses by the Headmaster’s cane.

Oscar, as an inveterate, dedicated thrasher of boys’ naked arses, was himself surprised to see how his teaching colleagues reacted to the withdrawal of their privilege to send boys to him for a beating. His not to question the justification of every punishment note, which each boy was required to redeem each day a 4;30 in the afternoon, with a beating from the Headmaster. In his career Oscar had never knowingly beaten a boy without justification; this having been said, whenever he beat a boy, as most boys, who had experienced a beating by him, could testify, he never held back on his delivery, inspiring himself by the aphorism: “Pain is the name of the game.”

Prior to the ban on corporal punishment, as Headmaster, Oscar’s daily beating load – a task which, like anal sex, never failed to please – was, on average, about two or three boys a day. In the week, prior to the complete ban on the use of the cane, he was amazed and pleased, as he himself thoroughly enjoyed beating boys on the bare, to find that there were never less than ten boys with punishment notes, waiting at his study door, at the appointed hour,  to have their bare arses subject to the scourge of his cane; indeed, on one glorious occasion, he found 18 boys waiting to be thrashed; their nervous fears were not disappointed by their Headmaster’s performance. 

The six housemasters too, also demanded their final pound of flesh, in the week before the ban on the use of the cane finally took effect, ensuring a good flow of pyjama-clad boys to be beaten, in their housemasters’ studies, before retiring to bed, in each of the six houses of Churton. In the final week before the ban on the use of the cane came into force, at the other end of the corridor to that of the Headmaster, the study of the head-boy also saw a remarkable increase in the number of boys waiting to be thrashed by the head-boy, whose vigorous use of the cane on the bare buttocks of his fellow schoolmates, was considered, by those who had had the very doubtful pleasure of being able to compare and contrast the two, as being every bit as painful as a beating delivered by the Headmaster himself.

The final stroke of the cane, delivered to the bare buttocks of one, Matthew Collins, by the Headmaster, before being retired forever from its hitherto relentless task, of correcting errant boys, has already been mentioned in Chapter 1 of this story. Matthew Collins was one of three sixth-formers, Peter Ashcroft, John Bromley and Matthew Collins, whom Oscar, thought of collectively as the ABC group. As a group, Oscar had thrashed the three of them, on several occasions, for their loutish behaviour. However, this time glancing out of his study window, he saw the three of them bullying a smaller boy. By chance it was during the morning break on the fatidic date. Tuesday 31st October 1989, when he could legally use the cane on boys in his charge, for the very last time.

As Oscar hated bullying of any kind, he decided it was gift from a God, in whom he did not believe, to deliver into his hands three sixth-formers, on whose bare buttocks, with a sense of poetic justice, he decided instantly, to inflict the final apotheosis of his beating career: a beating so quintessentially painful that it would transcend anything that the three boys thought possible; a beating, which they would remember for the rest of their lives. And so, in addition to the boys bearing punishment notes that fatidic, final afternoon, he sent a message to the ABC trio, via a younger boy, who just happened to be passing in the corridor outside of his study, that he wanted “to see” them, dressed “in the appropriate attire” for the occasion, in his study 4:30 that afternoon. The ABC trio had no idea that they had been observed, in flagrante, so to speak, committing what their Headmaster considered the worst of all acts: bullying a smaller boy. The ominous meaning of the message was clear; that they were ordered to appear before their Headmaster dressed in the appropriate attire, consisting of gym shorts and vest only, said it all most succinctly; they were to be beaten that afternoon, for some reason, unknown to them at that moment; in the meantime, until they were actually in the Headmaster’s study, when all would be revealed, they were left to stew in their own juice.

Oscar was determined to make, the beating of the ABC trio, which would be his swan-song to using the cane, an occasion for all to remember, recipients and himself included. They were made to wait outside of his study, while Oscar beat the last of the boys with punishment notes. Oscar had decided, quite exceptionally, to beat the three sixth-formers in each other’s presence. Accordingly, he then called all three, eighteen-year-old, young men into his study together. By then, they were, all trembling with fear at thought of what was about to be visited on their bare buttocks with the cane; having heard through the semi-closed door, which Oscar had purposely left ajar, so that they could participate aurally, if not visually, the severe onslaught he had made with the cane, on the bare arses of the very last very last group of regular punishment-note-boys, whom he would ever beat.

He informed them that had seen them, with his very own eyes, committing the crime, for which he was now about to beat them. He was made sure that they all knew he was full of disgust at them, for having stooped so low as to bully a much smaller boy than themselves. The three of them had seemed somewhat unconcerned by the fact that they were to receive a beating for their sins; a beating was par for a course, which they had run many times, in their careers at Churton.  However, had they known what the Headmaster had in mind to visit on their bare buttocks this time, for what he considered a cardinal sin, they would have, figuratively, been shitting bricks and been quaking with fear, at what was about to happen to their naked arses.

Ever the master of suspense, Oscar told them all to take off their gym shorts and vests  and to stand in a line, stark naked, with their backs to the wall, still not telling them the severity of the punishment he intended for them. The three of them stood there trembling on tenterhooks, now that they suddenly realised that they were to receive the most severe beating of their lives. Each of them was sporting an uncontrollable, massive erection, confirming – if confirmation was really necessary – the strong relationship between sexual arousal and corporal punishment. The three young men were forced to stand there, dying of embarrassment, at their inability to control their own cocks. Never was there a more appropriate testimonial, than the three of them standing there, with their cocks erect, as to why a man’s penis is often referred to as: “his uncontrollable flesh.”  Once Oscar’s cane came crashing down on their naked buttocks, the immediate pain would relieve them of their embarrassment in a flash, rendering their cocks again flaccid, shrinking them to an insignificant size: a ghost of their defiant, former, erect selves.

The moment of truth had finally arrived for the three boys to pay for their bullying. Oscar ordered the first of the boys, Peter Ashcroft, to assume the position for beating, by bending across the back of a low armchair and to brace himself for the shock of the cane, by putting his hands firmly on the arms of the chair. He then took up his position to the right-hand side of Ashcroft, with the cane in his right hand, as he intended to beat the boy’s bare arse backhand; a stroke, which he preferred, as it allowed the cane to descend on its target, in one smooth, unencumbered swoop, thereby delivering, the maximum amount pain to the boy being punished. The old maxim: “Pain is the name of the game,” was never very far from his mind whenever he beat a boy; it took him back to his own boyhood as a pupil at Frogmore, when he had frequently had been ordered to adopt the same position and suffer the same degree of pain, as he was now about to inflict on the trio of sixth-formers.

Now that the final moment had arrived and Ashcroft was about to pay for his sins, with the curtest of phrases, and without any sympathy in his voice, Oscar said to the boy before him: “Ashcroft, brace yourself boy, for I would be lying to you if I said the beating that I am about to give you, was not going to hurt. In fact, I have every intention of making the beatings, which I am about to give all three of you, the most painful of your young lives to date. Words cannot express how deeply disgusted I feel that three sixth-formers, at prestigious school, such as Churton, which prides itself on turning out young gentlemen, should have descended so low as to set upon a boy half their size. You should be ashamed of yourselves for our actions and must now do penance for them, in an attempt to redeem yourselves. I feel that it is my duty, as your Headmaster, to assist you to rehabilitate your self-esteem, which I propose to do, by giving each of you a beating, the lasting pain of which, you cannot even begin to imagine, but the memory of which, assuming I achieve my objective, which I seriously intend to do, will remain engraved in your memories for the rest of your lives.”

Oscar brought the cane, screeching down, with great force. His first stroke came to a sudden stop, as it arrived at the top of Ashcroft’s naked thighs, releasing all its venomous energy in the form of extreme pain, eliciting an anguished howl of, let us call it: “appreciative agony,” from the recipient. The cane, which on this occasion, truly was a rod of justice, had left a deep, livid furrow, with two well-defined rims as proof, albeit temporary, of its passage. Oscar delivered five more equally vigorous strokes, reserving three of them for so-called, hypersensitive sit-spot, located to the lower part of the boy’s buttocks, which is, in fact, the area where the pain of any beating is felt most acutely. By the time Oscar had delivered the first two swingeing stroke of the cane, he had reduced Ashcroft’s formerly proud, rock-hard cock to a shriveled insignificant piece of flesh and skin: a veritable shadow of its former self; abundant tears of pain were also coursing down Ashcroft’s face.

If Ashcroft had thought that his suffering was over, he had to think again, as he was told by Oscar to rejoin his two partners in crime against the wall, however, this time, with his hands on his head, forbidden to touch his painful arse with his hands, in what would have, anyway, been a futile attempt to palliate the pain.  Bromley and Collins having seen what had happened to Ashcroft were both visibly trembling with fear at the thought that the same thing was about to happen to them and that there was nothing they could to avoid it. They were forced to grin and bear it, which, in view of the severity of the beating, was a tall order. 

Bromley was the second to be called to meet his Waterloo, under the sharp crack of the cane, mating painfully with the naked flesh of his buttocks.   Like Ashcroft before him, his erect cock was soon reduced to next to nothing, as one swingeing stroke followed another. After six strokes, he too was sent back, hands also on his head, to join his two companions against the wall, as the trembling Collins followed his two partners in crime to receive what were to be his first six strokes of the cane. If the three boys had imagined that they would be discharged to tend to their wounded arses, after a mere six strokes of the cane, they were living in cloud-cuckoo-land, from which they were soon to be returned, disillusioned, to the harsh reality the real world, as Oscar immediately ordered Ashcroft to resume his former position over the back of the armchair and proceeded to give his already inflamed and painful arse a further six strokes of the cane. 

However, this time it was excruciatingly different; Oscar doubled exactly the first six strokes of the cane, which he had given Ashcroft. He meticulously managed to land each of the second six strokes in each of the still painful, six furrows, which he had initially ploughed with his cane into Ashcroft’s arse. And as Ashcroft suddenly realised, after twelve strokes of the cane, his punishment was not yet complete, as he was ordered, by Oscar, for the second time, to resume his former position, hands on his head, against the wall, alongside his two companions.  Bromley and Collins having been forced to watch what was happening to Ashcroft, were, figuratively, shitting bricks at the thought that they were both in line to receive the same treatment. 

The final six strokes were given to each of the three sixth-formers as gating strokes, in the form of three, crossing diagonals, bringing the grand total to 18 strokes of the cane for each of the three sixth-formers, before he allowed them to leave to tend to their wounded arses.  Never, in the annals of Churton, had such excruciating pain ever been delivered. Oscar had not been joking when he had said that the memory of the beating, would be engraved into the memories the three unfortunate recipients forever.

After awarding the final, six, gating-strokes of the cane to Matthew Collins’s arse, Oscar was forced, very reluctantly, to lay down the cane for the very last time to comply the new Law of the Land, which would come into force on the morrow. Oscar felt that his beating of the three sixth formers, for bullying, provided a glorious,  culminating apotheosis to the use of the cane, which had served Churton well, since the manifold advantages of its regular use to keep disobedience to a minimum, had been demonstrated by Augustus Caesar, in the late nineteenth century. The cane would be greatly missed by at Churton, especially by the Headmaster, Mr Oscar Sinclair.

Epilogue

When, on October 29th 1989, at almost at the end of the year, the ban on the use of the cane in all schools, whether state or private, became the Law of Land, devotees to the cane, such as Oscar, mourned its passing; and he was not alone, among public school headmasters, to feel deprived of an implement, which had been part a parcel of traditional English public-school life for what seemed like eternity. Of course, the new law had to be obeyed, but similar minded headmasters – and not only the headmasters of public school – asked themselves, what was happening to the traditional Britain; was there no end to the vandalism of its treasured traditions? Both Oscar and Paulo, as Headmaster and Deputy Headmaster of Churton, respectively – but especially Oscar – felt personally emasculated, that they would no longer be able to thrash the bare arses of disobedient boys. They both believed in, and had themselves been educated in a system, in which boys were subjected to strict discipline, which the boys themselves retrospectively appreciated, as it taught them to differentiate between what was right and what was wrong.

But there was an additional motive to their discontentment at no longer being able legally to beat a boy on his bare arse to correct him for his sins,  The fact of the matter was that the act aroused both of  them sexually, which, for many years, had given a certain “joie de vivre” to their incessant, pretty-well-every-day, copulative  activity. They were just as much in love with each other now as they were when they had first met at that party, both of thee in their final year at Oxford. They constituted together a prime example of a couple, who had fallen in love with each other at first sight and for whom their mutual love for each other had never, ever wavered. They were a prime example of an item – and no lone could deny the fact that they were certainly an item – who had fallen in love the maxim: “Sex is a toy, which never fails to please, no matter how often you play with it. ”  And play they did almost every day.

They still loved each other to distraction and the preservation of their everyday, coital pleasure was of the utmost importance to both of them; it had become almost as important to them, but not quite, as the air they breathed to keep themselves alive. They were both now approaching 60 years of age, but they quite amazingly continued to fuck each other on a daily basis, with the same vigour, as when they had, by chance, first met, in Oxford, as final year undergraduates, in two radically different subjects, almost 40 years ago. But somehow, with the legal ban on the cane, the sparkle had gone from their intense, sexual relationship. However, help was at hand, in the form of two sizeable fortunes, which Paulo inherited, more-or-less simultaneously, from both his maternal grandparents, the Conways, in England and his paternal grandparents, the Alvaros, in Brazil.

What happened was that Paulo’s two grandmothers died within a month of one another, leaving both his English and Brazilian grandfathers, widowers. His English grandfather, Colonel Henry Conway then died in the year following his wife’s death and left his entire estate, to his daughter, Paulo’s mother, Elizabeth Ann Conway-Alvaro, who had never remarried after the untimely, sudden death of her Brazilian husband. She had gone on living with her parents in their house in Sevenoaks, Kent, until their death. She promptly moved to a modern flat in the centre of Sevenoaks, and gave the house and a large part of her inheritance from her parents, to Paulo, her only child, to avoid death duties. So, Paulo became a relatively rich man and the owner of a large house in Sevenoaks. 

This indirect inheritance from his English grandparents, faded into insignificance, when compared with the sum he received on the death of his Brazilian grandparents, of whom he was also their only grandchild; his own deceased father too had been the only child of his parents. Colonel Conway, who, until his dying day, try as he might, never managed to rid himself of the feeling that his only child, Elizabeth Ann, had demeaned herself by marrying a foreigner, who was, a dago, of whom, to boot, he thought of as a Brazilian half-breed. And to add insult to injury, their only child, their daughter, together with her mixed-race husband, had given the Conway their only grandchild, the mixed-race Paulo, a child of colour, whose appearance reeked of miscegenation, a practice, of which Colonel Conway totally disapproved.

The fact that his son-in-law came from an extremely wealthy, Brazilian, upper-class, coffee-merchant family, cut no ice with Colonel Conway. The fact that they were not British to the core, was enough in his eyes to relegate the whole family, sight unseen – lock, stock and barrel– to the rubbish heap with the rest of, what the Colonel thought of as the dregs of humanity; whereas, in fact, the Alvaros were an immensely-rich, perfectly-respectable,  upper-class, mixed-race, Brazilian family. But in the blinkered eyes of Colonel Conway, all the money in the world did not make up for the fact they were, quite distinctly; one, not white; and two, not British. Had Colonel Conway, known of the sexual persuasion of his grandson, he would surely have burst a blood vessel.

At the age of almost 50, about the time that the use of the cane was banned, by law, from all English schools, state and private, Paulo was surprised to receive a letter from Brazilian lawyer, in Portuguese, a language he did not speak, in spite of his dual nationality – British and Brazilian. On translation, he was astounded to read that he was sole legatee, under the terms of the will of his Brazilian, paternal grandfather, whom he had never met, as he had never, ever been to Brazil; and with whom he had never had any contact over the 50 intervening years. His Brazilian grandfather had finally decided that blood was thicker than water and that he would leave the entirety of his business and financial assets, which were considerable, to his next of kin, his closest blood descendent, his only grandson, Paulo Alvaro, who, in spite of his mixed-race, had been brought up and educated as an English gentleman and who had made his life in England.

Paulo’s Brazilian grandfather had sensed that his essentially English grandson would not be interested in running a major coffee exporting business, centered in Brazil, about which he knew absolutely nothing. He had therefore sensibly stipulated in his will, that on his death, the coffee exporting business part of his fortune should be sold for the best possible price by the executor of his will, the said lawyer and his total fortune transmitted in British pounds to Paulo in England. He, thereby, relieved Paulo of the somewhat, nail-biting decision of whether to sell or keep what was an old-established family business, about which he knew nothing. Thus, a year later, Paulo found himself a multi-millionaire with no longer any need to earn a living.

Paulo sold the house in Sevenoaks, which was much too big for the two of them. Oscar and he resigned their posts at Churton and Paulo bought a spacious flat for them in the centre of Oxford, where they had first met many years earlier. When same sex marriage became legal in March 2014, Oscar and Paulo were the first male-couple to marry in the Oxford Registry Office. They lived happily together, for fifteen years more, as Oscar and Paulo Alvaro-Sinclair. They were still sexually very active, until the age of 90, when they both died of old age, within a month of each other. Paulo predeceased Oscar, by just one month, making him his sole legatee. When Oscar expired, just a month later, his old college, Gresham, became the sole beneficiary of the fortune, which had its origins in the Alvaro coffee exporting business in Brazil, whose name was perpetuated in an annual dinner in Gresham College, called the Paulo Alvaro Gaudy.  Colonel Conway, had he still been alive would, most certainly, not have approved.

 

THE END