The Ingram-Lewis Chronicles

THE  INGRAM-LEWIS CHRONICLES -  PART 3

BEATING AND SEX GALORE FOR PATRICK

A  Homoerotic Short Story

By

Jason Land

CHAPTER 1

We left Patrick Ingram-Lewis at the end of his penultimate year at Rigby School, where he had been, much to his surprise, elevated to the level of Senior Prefect.  He had revelled in his new role; after a timid start, vigorously exercising his power to punish his delinquent school fellows with the cane, so that by the end of term he was considered to be the equal of the then Head -Boy, Jeremy Meakin, who had the reputation of being the hardest caner ever. Meakin had also introduced Patrick into the joys of anal sex and the two of them were regular partners throughout that final term. 

But Patrick had also become close friends with a boy his own age, Roderick Pennington, whom he had beaten and then fucked, subsequent to which the two had become inseparable companions and sex partners.  So, one way and another, Patrick truly found his feet at Rigby as he flogged and fucked his way through that final term before the long summer vacation.  Flogging and fucking had become tantamount to vocational activities for Patrick and he adored both.

As we know, Patrick had lost his father at an early age and was, the owner of Ingram House near Hexham in Northumberland  and the sole proprietor of the family’s coal mining business, the source of their considerable wealth.  So, aged eighteen, he was Lord of the Manor, free to do as he wished. He had invited Roderick Pennington to spend the month of August at Ingram House, where he would otherwise have been alone. His mother, Mildred Ingram-Lewis, who had all the qualities of a fly in the ointment, was planning to spend that entire month with a group of her friends on cultural pursuits in Italy. He was relieved that he would be alone in the house with Roderick and free to do as he wished.

Ingram House was a large early Victorian pile, built originally by Patrick’s great grandfather, Jonathan Ingram-Lewis, who had had more money than taste and had created a large uncomfortable house for his family.  Since the death of her husband, Patrick’s mother had lived alone with a paid companion, whom she bossed around and was waited on by a full complement of servants paid for by the ample proceeds of the coal mining business.  She had a butler, two footmen, a cook and various maids, plus a head gardener and his assistant so that the house and grounds were all well maintained.

Mildred Ingram-Lewis was, by nature, a vinegary sort of woman. Highly pretentious; she conducted herself as a member of the aristocracy, to which stratum of society, in class ridden England, she did not, to her enduring regret, belong. True, her double-barrelled surname conferred a certain cachet, but her greatest regret was that she was not Lady Ingram-Lewis.

She was perpetually aggravated by the fact that her father-in-law, Sebastian Ingram-Lewis, who had had political aspirations over and above his coal mining activities, had been incompetent enough to earn, if that was the word, a knighthood, becoming Sir Sebastian Ingram-Lewis, when with a little more push he could have landed himself a baronetcy, with a hereditary title. But he had not done so, and on his death the title died with him. So Mildred’s late husband, another Jonathan, only had the style of “Mr Ingram-Lewis” a fact which was a constant source of irritation to his wife;  Patrick meanwhile, didn’t give a damn!

Patrick had barely known his father, having been shunted off to Rigby Court Preparatory school at the tender age of eight. His mother had always been a remote figure, who saw him for an hour or so each day at tea time. So Patrick, like so many upper class boys was brought up by a nanny whom he dearly loved, and then at school, where he was subjected to regular beatings across his bare arse. All in all it was typical of the upbringing of boys of his class at the beginning of the twentieth century.

In her desire to belong to the social class above her station in life, Mildred Ingram-Lewis affected all sorts of airs and graces of which the most awfully apparent was the way she spoke, or better put, mangled, the English language. Until relatively recently it was considered not the “done thing” to speak with any form of regional accent in England. And so the upper classes, all of whom sent their offspring to private schools, spoke what was originally called, Queen’s English, although what Victoria knew about it, God alone knows, as she and her husband were basically German speakers. On her death it was renamed King’s English and then later Oxford English. It has now become a very indeterminate thing known as the “Received Pronunciation.”  Received from whom by whom one might well ask?  Anyway, coming from a region like Tyneside, with a strong local accent and dialect, Mrs Ingram-Lewis made great efforts to speak with a most “refained” accent, masking any vestige of local pronunciation. 

Refinement in the hands, or rather the mouths, of the upper classes involved, and indeed still involves today, mispronouncing simple words in a way in which they are not written.  I call it “pronuncification”: a word I have coined to denote the ridiculous way in which the upper and would-be uppers, speak.  For example, a word like “that”  becomes “thet” , “and” becomes “end”, “than” becomes “then”,  “off” becomes “orff” ,  “often: becomes “orphan” “law” becomes “lore”,  “draw” becomer “drore” and so on, and on. 

In the mouth of an expert, and Mrs Ingram-Lewis, to her credit was certainly that, these people finish up speaking in a way to which it is excruciatingly horrible to listen. Add to this the tone of the voice, which is very often likened to the braying of a donkey, the whole thing becomes a caricature of what the spoken language should sound like.  Those who speak it together do not seem to realise how ridiculous they sound. But ordinary folk, who are in the vast majority, finish up being made to feel very inferior and hardly dare open their mouths in the presence of such “refainement”.

In a word, they are intimidated, embarrassed and barely able to express themselves when in the presence of someone who “talks posh”. And that is exactly the effect Mrs Ingram-Lewis had on people.  It drove any ordinary person, with whom she had contact, up the wall and served to define and consolidate the class divide: us and them!  This included her son, Patrick, who thought his mother beyond the pale with her airs and graces.  It is not surprising that he was delighted that for the second half of the long vacation he would be rid of her.

CHAPTER 2

But Patrick, arriving home in the first days of July, had to endure his mother and her dreary lady companion for a full month before their departure for Italy and the arrival of his friend, Roderick Pennington would bring him salvation and, he hoped, sex.

As I said earlier, Mrs Ingram-Lewis maintained a lavish style of living.  She dressed for dinner every evening and she and her companion were served in solitary splendour at table by the butler and two footmen. Meals in the Ingram-Lewis household tended to be more an exercise in good manners than good food, as the cook, Mrs Goode, was not exactly a gourmet chef. But at table, under the watchful eye of the butler, all was done “comme il faut” as the diners chewed their way through some truly awful cooking and made polite but utterly boring conversation. Patrick, now eighteen, had to endure all this every evening; and it bored him to tears. 

However, he noticed that since his last visit home some months previously, his mother had appointed (or was it the butler who did it? I’m not sure; but there was certainly a protocol to be observed in such matters) a new footman.  His name was Geoffrey. Footmen were always known by their Christian names, the butler by his surname and the housekeeper and cook, whether married or not, were always addressed as Mrs so and so.  All the other maids were known by their Christian names.

Geoffrey looked about twenty years old and was, to coin a phrase, drop dead gorgeous; at least, that is what Patrick thought as he clapped eyes on him at dinner on his first evening at home.  Patrick and Geoffrey exchanged glances at the table several times during dinner and it soon became clear that Geoffrey found Patrick as attractive as Patrick clearly found him.

The next evening Patrick could not keep his eyes off Geoffrey as he waited at table. Finally their gazes met; not a word was spoken, but Patrick’s eyes asked a question to which Geoffrey’s eyes replied. Each understood what they wanted.  Whether anyone else present had realised what had happened seems very unlikely; it was communication by telepathy.

As Patrick lay in his bed that evening, he wondered if anything would come of the silent exchange he felt sure he had had with Geoffrey.  It was approaching midnight, when a knock came at the door and Geoffrey, still fully attired in his footman’s livery, entered,  “Good evening Mr Patrick.” This was the normal form of address by the servants to the children of the house in which they served. Until the age of seventeen or eighteen boys were addressed as Master, followed by their Christian name and thereafter as Mr, again follwed by their Christian name. Strictly speaking, Geoffrey should have said: “Good evening Mr. Ingram-Lewis.” as Patrick, in spite of his youth was master of the house.  I can tell you that had the butler heard him make that mistake, he would have been sharply pulled up and corrected on it; form was everything. “I wondered sir, if you needed anything before retiring; is there anything at all for which you need my services?”

Patrick’s heart jumped for joy as Geoffrey appeared, for he knew that his visual message had been received and understood and was now being acted upon.  He could hardly wait to see how things would develop:  “You know, Geoffrey, now that you ask me, there is. Look, here, I shall be here for the next two months, all the summer in fact; so I was just wondering if you would be kind enough to valet for me.  As there are no male members of the family in residence, there are no valets.  I know it’s not really your job, but it would be good if you could look after me whilst I am here; always as long as it does not interfere with your other duties, of course. I’ll talk to Bates (the butler) about it first thing tomorrow. So, for now, be a good chap and pick up my things and put them away if you would.”

Geoffrey started to collect Patrick’s discarded clothes, which he, in typical schoolboy fashion, had left lying around on chairs and the floor and started to hang them up.  As a first step in the right direction, Patrick then said: “Take off your coat, Geoffrey, if you are too hot working in here and when you have finished what you are doing come over here and we’ll discuss in more detail just what you can do for me.”  With Geoffrey’s coat off, Patrick got a good look at the footman’s shapely arse, beautifully moulded into the well fitting trousers of his footman’s livery. He was already salivating metaphorically at the thought of what would be revealed once his trousers came down; and Patrick was certain that they would come down.

Patrick felt his cock telling him what it wanted him to do; lust was very definitely in the air. What we today would call chemistry between the two young men was already working its magic. Patrick knew full well that he wanted to fuck his young footman there and then; there was no way he wanted to let that lusciously attractive pair of buns escape unexplored that evening.   But how did one make the first move? And did Geoffrey feel the same way about Patrick?

The exchange of glances at the dinner table had clearly been enough to lure Geoffrey to Patrick’s bedroom; was Geoffrey a willing partner? Patrick just had to be; but did one find out?  The start was always so awkward.

Having finished with the clothes, Geoffrey turned around, came towards the bed and stood there in front of the recumbent Patrick.  Patrick saw immediately that what he himself was experiencing was clearly also being felt by the footman. As any eye could see, Geoffrey’s cock had already hardened and the crotch of his trousers was straining to keep the rampant organ in check. It was clear to Patrick that the two of them were on the same wavelength. The question was how to break the ice and who was to do it.  Geoffrey stood facing Patrick waiting for him to say something.

By now, Patrick had decided that this was what looked like what might be called a “Go Situation”, so he said: “Geoffrey, you are not very considerate.  My mother has provided you with a splendid footman’s livery, and just look at what you are doing to your trousers; certain parts of your anatomy are clearly out of control, so  I suggest that you rectify matters and take off your trousers  immediately before they suffer irreparable damage. Meanwhile, do something to control yourself.”  But ridiculous though the reasoning was, the ice was broken and the tension which existed between the two young men suddenly vanished.

Geoffrey looked at Patrick, laughed and said:  “Mr Patrick, I’ve heard quite a number of different come-ons in my time, but yours is the most imaginative ever sir; it really takes the biscuit; it truly does! Wherever did you dig up that one from sir?” And whilst he was saying this, he did, in fact step out of his trousers.

“Well, Geoffrey, while you are about it, why don’t you hang them up; and you might just as well strip off completely, and get into bed with me here, for we both know why you are here, don’t we?”

“Mr Patrick sir, I don’t know what to say. I never thought that you had any such idea in your head when I came in here tonight. I was just proposing to act as your temporary valet.”

“Oh Geoffrey, cut the crap and tell it to the marines. You know and I know, that you came up here because I had the hots for you;  and frankly, unless I have misread  the tea-leaves , you feel the same about me.  We both knew that at the dinner table tonight, didn’t we? So let’s cut to the chase.  Geoffrey, why don’t you just strip off and get over here and let’s do what we both want to do, which is to fuck each other; I am right aren’t I?”  Then with a slight panic attack added: “ I hope for Christ’s sake I have not misread the signs”.

“Your word is my command, master,” said Geoffrey with a slight bow and a laugh, as he threw off the rest of his clothes and stood there stark naked in front of Patrick, without any embarrassment whatsoever. Patrick gave a low whistle at what he saw.

Geoffrey was a muscular looking stud, with a magnificent cock, which was already rock-hard and raring to go. And for the first time, Patrick saw a tool which had undergone the knife: Geoffrey’s cock had been circumcised.  And whoever had done this job, not at all common then, or for that matter now in England, had done it superbly well. Geoffrey had a magnificent piece of man-meat with a large head well defined by a beautiful rim. Somehow a well cut cock always looks so much better with the head proudly displayed  and not shrouded in nebulous foreskin.  Patrick was full of admiration, not to mention lust, for what he saw; he wondered what Geoffrey would think of his offering when it was revealed.

Patrick said: “So tell me, Geoffrey, how did you divine what it was that I wanted?  We had not even exchanged a word and yet you knew.”

“Mr Patrick, when you looked at me across the table, your expression told me all that I needed to know; as did mine for you. We didn’t need to say anything;  sex is like that. One knows at first sight what one wants; the only problem is that very often one does not get it!  Anyway sir, it looks as though things have worked out for both of us just as we hoped.  So sir, what would you like to do first? I am game for pretty well anything. Just name your pleasure sir.”

“Tell me first how old you are, for it my guess that you are much more experienced than I am. You do know, don’t you, that what we are about to do together is an act of buggery, officially known as sodomy and that we could both finish up in gaol if we are caught in the act? That is a risk I am ready to take; but are you Geoffrey?  To tell out the truth I am just longing to feel that cock of yours inside me. I’ve never felt quite like that about anyone before.”

“Well, Mr Patrick, I’m actually a bit older than I look, I know I’ve got what might be called a baby face, but I am twenty five, so that makes me about seven years older than you. Is that a problem for you, for I guess being at school you’ve been having sex with your schoolmates and not with anyone around my age?  As for experience, well, I suppose I’m what you would call an old hand; I started aged eighteen, like you, and I’ve been at it ever since.  I cannot live without sex, but I have to tell you that I’m sort of, how shall I put it, ambidextrous, if you get my meaning.  I like it equally well with either a man or a woman. So where do we stand in the light of what you now know? You’ve seen what I look like, so do you still fancy me as much as I fancy you?”

Patrick got himself out of bed where he had been lying throughout this entire exchange, stood in front of Geoffrey, who was about the same height and stepped out of his pyjamas. “Does that answer your question, Geoffrey? Am I sufficiently attractive now that you see me in the all together?” This was a sort of redundant question for Patrick knew full well that he was a highly attractive looking hunk of young manhood;  and, OK, even if his own cock was not quite up to Geoffrey’s monument,  it wasn’t half bad and filled most guys who saw it with envy.

Geoffrey laughed again, “Oh I think you might just scrape through sir, if you see what I mean. Now sir, what is your pleasure?”

CHAPTER 3

Patrick locked the bedroom door and then went to the bathroom whence he returned with a small bottle of oil in his hand. He handed to this to Geoffrey. Without a word, he went over to the bed knelt down and offered up his arse to Geoffrey’s ministrations. Geoffrey laughingly said: “Am I to understand sir, you wish to undergo a session of anal stimulation administered by me?  I am not sure sir, that such an act is covered in my terms of employment in your household.  To the best of my recollection sir, I was engaged as footman and not as a cocksman. Perhaps I have misunderstood the contract sir, so perhaps we ought to look at it together before I …..”

Patrick laughed, interrupted Geoffrey’s nonsense and said: “Geoffrey, for crying out loud, stop pissing me around and get on with it. I have offered you my arse on a plate. Now for fuck’s sake man, do something about it; my bum is getting very lonely and cold floating around in the air; it’s just crying out for some company.  Listen Geoffrey; this is your last chance, either shit or get off the pot!”  This was truly the most extraordinary exchange between a master and his footman, but it serves to show how totally relaxed and at ease the two young men had become with each other and all this in the space of a few brief minutes; in modern day parlance we would say that the two young studs had clicked. How one would have expressed it in 1900, I am not at all sure. But sure as eggs are eggs; sex then was exactly the same as it is today; something once tasted, most men cannot do without; sex is totally addictive: just like a drug.

Anyway, Geoffrey got the message and very professionally oiled both his cock and Patrick’s arse before sharing his monument with Patrick.  “I think it might be wise sir, to place a towel on the bed before we begin sir.  Fucking is a very satisfying business, as I am sure you are aware sir, but it does also get rather messy. So, if you will permit me sir, I will just slip this towel underneath you.” 

Any observer would have instantly recognised that Geoffrey was a true expert in the management of his man-meat.  He did not mess around, for once ready, he thrust big, rock-hard tool as far as it would go into Patrick’s hole and then gave him a very vigorous fuck. Patrick loved every minute of his first dose of “anal stimulation” with Geoffrey realising he had found a superbly competent partner for the long summer holiday.

Geoffrey was not a gentle lover; he preferred the vigorous approach and Patrick soon discovered that being served by him was one of the most exhilarating experiences of his hitherto brief sex life.  Once you had been served by Geoffrey, you really knew what top-grade fucking was all about. Geoffrey addressed his target with force and intensity coupled with ever increasing stroke-length as he reached his own climax. Then, just before ejaculating his load, he withdrew his cock entirely from Patrick and, with ne final firm thrust,  gave Patrick the full length of his penis and brought both himself and Patrick to simultaneous orgasms. Patrick had never ever experienced anything comparable with his school fellows; Geoff fey was in a different league : and, as Patrick he was to learn during the coming weeks, he was one of the most imaginative copulators ever, subtle and loving he was not; but boy, did he know how to deliver the goods.

Patrick lay breathless; Geoffrey at his side looked at him. “Well sir, how about you try to do the same for me.” He then lay flat on his back, spread his legs and bent them to show Patrick his own port of entry. “Come on sir, don’t be shy. Just give me a spot of oil and away you go.” Patrick did as he was asked and within seconds his own sizeable cock was deep inside Geoffrey. In the mission position , which was what Geoffrey had offered him, Patrick pushed his partners legs way back over his body, so that his arse was completely open for attack;  and attack he did, taking a leaf out of Geoffrey’s book, Patrick had never before been quite so vigorous in fucking his partner’s hole. 

It was clear that that was what Geoffrey wanted, so once started, Patrick was soon swept up in the eroticism of the moment as he fucked away as if there was to be no tomorrow.   This was a new departure for Patrick, as fundamental in its way as that first fuck he had had at school with the Head-Boy three months ago. It showed him a new level of anal sex, a level of which he had never previously dreamed. It was the first step to a long and glorious summer holiday of rough sex, which was to be shared a little later with equal enthusiasm by Roderick, whose arrival Patrick was keenly awaiting.

But there was still a full month before Roderick arrived.  This was the first encounter with Geoffrey, who was to prove a brilliant mentor for Patrick throughout the long hot month of July .Theirs was one of those chance encounters, which both men enjoyed; like the summer, it would fade away when Patrick returned to begin his final year at Rigby; but it was wonderful while it lasted.

The two young men lay side by side in Patrick’s bed, talking together and getting to know something about each other.  Geoffrey explained that the post as footman to Mrs Ingram-Lewis was a gift from heaven.   There were no men around the house and after dinner, which was served early at seven each evening, both footmen were more or less free to do as they wished, for any late evening attention demanded by Mrs Ingram Lewis was handled by her personal maid. 

Geoffrey had found a kindred spirit in the assistant gardener, who lived alone in a bothy on the estate.  His name was Thomas Marshall and by a stroke of good fortune he was as enthusiastic about male sex as was Geoffrey. So, both young men – Tom was also about twenty five – were  able to indulge themselves without straying far from home. But Tom had a like minded friend, Mitch Smithers, who worked at the butcher’s shop in the village, so that the three of them were able to enjoy what we today would call group-sex.  As you can see, when it come so sex, there is little new under the sun; it’s always been there, often hidden but practised nevertheless.

Geoffrey also revealed, as he had said earlier that he was also not averse to sex with woman;  he and Rose, the kitchen maid, often spent time together.

“Have you ever had sex with a woman, sir?” asked Geoffrey, to which Patrick had to reply in the negative; explaining that in the all male environment of the school there was pretty well no contact with women of any kind. “Geoffrey, the only females we see are matron, who looks after our illnesses and the school secretary, a dry old bat, called Miss Hetherington, who does the Headmaster’s bidding; that’s as near to a female as any of us get.”

“You need to think about widening your horizons, Mr Patrick. It’s as well to know what goes on in the world.  Take little Rose, for example. She’s a real hot piece and I can tell you, though you’ve only been here a couple of days, she already has the hots for you sir, she really does.  So, if you fancy dipping your wick into different waters it can all be arranged, believe me; Rose will be up here in a shot.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Just trust me sir; I just know,” said Geoffrey with a smile on his face.

“You know Geoffrey, it’s been a godsend meeting you and getting together so quickly. And, quite frankly, I’ve already learned a hell of a lot from you and I really did enjoy the vigorous way in which you fuck. It was absolutely terrific; better than anything I experienced at school.  You know, coming here alone for the long holidays, with my pal Roderick not expected until next month, I wondered what the hell I was going to do this month. You see, like you, even as a newcomer to the pastime, I am quite addicted to sex and I’ve become so attached to fucking butt at school; so the thought of being on my own for a month and having to resort to the five fingered lover to relieve my tensions was unbearable. But now that I have found you, or rather that we have found each other, all that’s changed.”

He went on: “There is one aspect of school that I shall miss over the next two months.  Do do you know what that is? You’ll never guess. Well I’ll tell you.  Since becoming a prefect I have had the authority to cane boys who break the rules. It’s quite the normal thing at public schools for senior boys to act as “policemen” over their younger schoolfellows and to thrash their naked arses when they misbehave; which is in fact,very often indeed. Well, over this last term, I’ve developed a real taste for beating bare bums and seeing the miscreant squirm as I lay on the cane.”

“I suppose I’m a bit of a sadist, but then so are most of my fellow prefects. Believe me Geoffrey, once you are given the right to beat arse, then you take every opportunity to do so. It’s a very agreeable feeling to get a boy to drop his pants and present his bare bum over a chair for you to flog. Most of us consider it a sort of payback for all we endured in our earlier years; the cane and birch reign supreme at Rigby, you knoe. Believe me when I tell you that not a day goes by but what some poor unfortunate gets his arse roasted either by the Headmaster or one of the prefects. And let me tell you, Geoffrey, I’ve learned how to lay it on so that it bloody well hurts.  The Head-Boy and I are reckoned to be the kings of the cane.  Rumour has it that a beating from either of us is much worse than the Headmaster manages to inflict.  The old boy is getting a bit doddery;  I think he’ll be retiring in a couple of years.”

“But you know, there are no complaints, for it is all part and parcel of a public school education.  It helps make us leaders of men, or so we are told as the rod cuts into our naked arses; but I have to say, I don’t much subscribe to that school of thought. So I just enjoy laying on the cane to any naked arse I can. It’s highly homoerotic you know; we all get hard as we thrash a naked pair of buns. And, you know, it gets so bad that I often have to rush off and jerk myself off in private when I have thrashed a couple of arses. it’s just that euphorically arousing,”

“Beyond that, the thing I really enjoy more than anything is to fuck the arse I’ve just finished beating whilst the boy is still bent across the chair. You know, Geoffrey, I find it very, very satisfying to stick my cock up the guy’s arse and give him a real good fuck before I let him get up.  It sends me to heaven in the same way that you did tonight.  I ask myself if I am a pervert, but I think not as I never ever fuck younger boys, only the final year lads, all eighteen years old, all of whom all seem to revel in sex. I reckon its all down to the fact that we are totally cut off from the opposite sex; so, what the hell, we fuck each other; we just cannot help it: it’s nature at work. I regularly cane plenty of younger boys, but I am never even tempted to have sex with them.  So, I reckon I am not a pervert, a bit kinky perhaps, but nothing more.”

“Mr Patrick sir, what I don’t understand is how any boy you’ve just thrashed lets you go on and fuck him.  I should have thought that most of them would not feel very kindly towards you after you had just laid a cane across their naked arses.  I know I certainly wouldn’t.”

“Oh, Geoffrey, you are so wrong.  Look there are two methods I use.  We, the senior prefects are only authorised to give six strokes on any one occasion, but believe me when I tell you that by dint of practice, most of us prefects can leave a boy’s arse feeling very, very sore with the six we give.  We’ve got caning down to a fine art is what it amounts to.  So, I give lads an option when I’m going to cane them, either six or three and… And they all know what the “and”, which is never actually spelled out is and pretty well all of them opt for three strokes followed by a good hard fuck.”

“So, I get plenty of opportunity to exercise my cock in a way which I absolutely love.  In fact my pal, Roderick Pennington, who arrives at the end of the month, is a guy whom I flogged for smoking and then went straight on and fucked him. We became great pals, so much so that he’s coming here for the whole of next month; so, there is another sex partner on the horizon, Lord knows what my mother would say if she knew! But there is no earthly reason why she should ever know. What the eye does not see, the heart does not grieve, so let’s just leave it like that.”

“But, and this you may find hard to believe, even the guys who opt to take six are often willing to let me fuck them after I’ve finished beating their arses.  I offer them a little “anal stimulation” to ease the pain I’ve just inflicted on them and very often they accept;  and let me tell you that most of them really enjoy having their butts fucked. Come on, Geoffrey, look at you and me; we’ve enjoyed fucking each other this evening; so why shouldn’t a guy whose arse is on fire, because that is what a well whacked arse feels like, also enjoy a little relaxation?  Anyway, that’s how it happens. So, what I really wanted to tell you is that for the next two months I am really going to miss having a succession of naked arses to beat.  But I suppose I shall survive; especially now that we have got together.”

Patrick had become very proficient at fucking butt at school but he was really an absolute beginner in the sex stakes, compared to Geoffrey. But as we shall see, Geoffrey took him under his wing and imparted all he knew, so much so, that when the end of the holiday arrived, Patrick was truly a highly proficient young man in all aspects of sex, both homo and hetero varieties; both of which he practised and enjoyed with gusto. It was during this period that that the foundations of Patrick’s future adult sex life was laid down.

“Mr Patrick sir, I wonder if you would like to spend an evening with Tom (the assistant gardener, you remember) and me.  It’s always interesting to get to know other guys I think and I reckon that the three of us could have a great time together. Tom is pretty nifty with his cock and he has plenty to be nifty about; he has a real monument of uncontrollable flesh and when he gets going, well sir, he’s quite unbelievable. But sir, there is something else I wanted to tell you;  Tom is , what do you call it, a maso …? (Here Geoffrey stumbled over the word, which Patrick quickly supplied) that’s it sir, a masochist.  I wouldn’t call him a pervert sir, as he doesn’t go after little boys, but he certainly enjoys abuse and cruelty from his sex partner.”

“It’s not really my scene sir, as I prefer straight sex, but I gather that he quite likes taking a few across his arse, or so Mitch the butcher’s boy, tells me.  I don’t know that he is of the same persuasion as Tom, but I do know that he belts Tom across his naked arse from time to time and Tom just laps it up.  They do have sex together of course; in fact all three of us get together quite regularly. Both Tom and Mitch are totally homo, by the way; unlike me as I like it with both sexes. So, you see what I’m getting at sir, Tom might provide an outlet for your pent up need to thrash someone. After all, if he likes having his arse polished by Mitch, then I’m sure that he would be more than delighted to have the same from his master, a public school boy, who knows how to thrash arse as it should be done, sir.”

And on that note the two young men parted for the night.  Patrick lay in bed musing over the evening’s happenings.  Who would have thought that he could have found such a congenial and helpful partner on his second evening at home; and a good one at that: someone he had really taken to: someone who knew how to fuck arse really well and satisfy his partner and someone, who, from all that he had told Patrick, would be able to teach his young master a great deal during the next two months.  And, as we shall learn, that is exactly what happened.  Patrick and later Roderick too, had a glorious holiday where sex was always on the menu.  It was more than Patrick had ever hoped for.

CHAPTER 4

The next evening, after dinner Geoffrey again came to Patrick’s bedroom. This second occasion was less tense and both young men knew what they wanted to do. Patrick took the lead at the outset and began by getting Geoffrey to kneel on his bed, with his arse well raised and legs spread so that he could affect a rear entry into Geoffrey’s beautiful hole. As ever, he oiled up his partner and his own cock before firmly and with no hesitation thrust his rock-hard member into his Geoffrey and giving him a text-book rear entry fuck.

And from then on the evening went from strength to strength as Geoffrey shafted Patrick and both young studs truly enjoyed a totally uninhibited hour of deep anal sex.  For Patrick it was absolute heaven, for never at school had he experienced such vigour as Geoffrey had used on him. Emboldened by his mentor, Patrick increased his own stroke length and vigour, finally withdrawing his cock completely before a final, powerful thrust brought him to that climactic moment; the orgasms both young studs experienced were so intense that it rendered them breathless for several minutes after the seemingly endless ejaculation of their sperm.

The young men lay side by side on the bed, relaxing after their strenuous efforts. Part rick was still hot for Geoffrey and would have taken up with him again straight away, had Geoffrey not stopped him. Geoffrey now wanted to pursue a new agenda: “You know sir, I mentioned that the kitchen maid, Rose, was really hot for you. Well sir, I think that this would be a great opportunity for you to take your first steps in having sex with a woman.  I think, sir that you ought to think very seriously about fucking Rose ir, you are only just beginning your sex life and unless you have an absolute aversion to women, which I don’t think you do sir, I think that you should grasp this god given chance. After all, experience is a great thing to have under one’s belt sir, and just think, sir; you have got a willing partner right here in the house.”

“Geoffrey, how can you be so sure that this girl, whom I have seen only once and I’ll admit she is very attractive, is so willing?”

“Just trust me sir. I know that she wants nothing more than to have sex with you. She’s a real nympho if you understand me, sir; she’s one of those women who has totally uncontrollable sexual desires, and right now believe me sir, those desires are all focused on you. My guess is that you will enjoy it. And believe me I can say from personal experience, Rose really knows the ropes, she knows how to deliver!  And sir, whatever you may have heard, size is important and you sir, have got plenty of size.  Rose will be in seventh heaven with you sir.  I speak from personal experience sir, when I tell you that

Rose really likes a good hard fuck.”

“Geoffrey, for crying out loud, will you please stop calling me Mr. Patrick and adding sir at ever verse end. Look man; we are fucking each other. We are as close as two men can ever be; so just call me Patrick when we are alone together.  Anyway, Geoffrey, are you telling me that you have had relations with this woman; you’ve fucked her yourself?  She sounds little better than a prostitute to me you know.”

“Oh no sir, it would never do for me to call you Patrick. You, Mr Patrick sir, are the master and I am a servant and although we are very close, that distinction still exists. So, if you do not mind sir, I shall go on calling you Mr Patrick and sir whenever I deem it appropriate.  It does not imply a lack of friendship sir; it merely reflects our different stations in life, which I feel we should preserve, sir. I trust that you will understand my point of view sir.”  And with this little speech, Geoffrey showed Patrick that he knew his place in the social heirachy and knew to keep it.

“But to answer your question; yes sir, both the other footman and I oblige Rose from time to time and help her to satisfy her sexual needs.  She’s actually a really nice girl sir, and she is certainly not a prostitute;  she doesn’t sell herself for money.  It’s just that she has an insatiable sexual drive just as you do at school sir, when you fuck your classmates’s arses.   My advice sir, is not to look a gift horse in the mouth sir and strike whilst the iron is hot. You’ve nothing to lose sir. You’ll be with an experienced woman who knows the ropes; knows what she wants, knows what a man wants; so where’s the harm. Once you’ve tried it, if you don’t like it you’ll at least know; you won’t sit around wondering.”

Patrick reflected on the advice and encouragement he had just received and finally decided that Geoffrey in his role of what we today would call his “sex therapist” was talking good sense. He really ought to suck it and see; fuck a woman and see whether he actually liked it.  One thing was certain; Patrick knew he loved fucking another guy’s butt;, so perhaps he would also enjoy it equally with a woman. Perhaps he would just like fucking: male or female; who knows?  Geoffrey seemed totally at ease having sex with either a man or a woman so why not him?  “OK, Geoffrey, I take your point. I’ll give it a try and see what I think.”

“I think that’s the right decision, Mr Patrick, but before we go any further, how much do you really know about sex?  I mean you fuck  butt  like it’s going  out of style and you yourself  know how to take it from another guy, but what do you really know about sex, in particular sex with a woman?” 

You have to remember, reader, that we are in the year 1900 and that things sexual were much less open then than they are today. Sex education was unheard of and the word sex itself was never uttered in polite society. So it is not surprising that poor Patrick, aged eighteen, had to confess with some embarrassment to Geoffrey that he was to all intents and purposes an ignoramus.  What little he did know, he had learned from Meakin, the Head-Boy at Rigby, who had taught him how to fuck butt; but that was about all; and as we all now know Patrick had taken to that like a duck to water. 

Had he that antipathy towards women that many gay men do? The answer was a definite no. But did he know anything about what in polite society is referred to as “having intimate relations” with a woman? Then the answer was again a definite no. So Patrick’s knowledge of the part women played in sex was limited to the fact that he knew that they produced babies and that a man was also involved and that was about the sum total of his knowledge.  He had no idea that women could be just as much sexually motivated as men and could be equally enthusiastic about being fucked. All this was now to be made clear to him under Geoffrey’s tutelage.  And Geoffrey was a great teacher, for Geoffrey had been around. Geoffrey kept is hand, or perhaps better put, his cock in!

“Well, now that I’ve agreed to your suggestion, what do I do next? How do we make it happen?  I don’t know Rose from Eve and I have only seen her a few times. OK; she’s a pretty attractive girl, but how are we two going to get together?”

“Mr Patrick sir, there are certain things you need to know before you and Rose get together, or indeed before you start fucking any woman.  What do you know about contraception?”

Of course Patrick had only the vaguest idea of the concept. Geoffrey, with no embarrassment at all, went on to explain to him the precautions he needed to take before dipping his wick into a woman.  “Well sir, you are, I suppose aware that when a man and a woman have sex, it is the man’s sperm which fertilises the woman’s egg which leads to the conception of a new baby.  So sir, if you are not married to the girl you are fucking, you do not want, by your act, to put her “in the family way”, so it is vital that you use some form of protection to guard against this unwanted eventuality. It’s something that happens a lot sir and unmarried mothers, as you well know, have an awful life. They are shunned by today’s society, and I don’t only mean the level of society you come from, sir; it’s just as bad, if not worse,  among the working classes.”

Patrick listened intently to these words of wisdom as they dropped from Geoffrey’s lips. “So sir, whenever you have sex with a woman, you need to use a sheath.” 

Patrick looked enquiringly at Geoffrey, who went on, “Yes sir, you need to wear a rubber sheath on your cock before you enter the woman. I know sir that no one ever talks about them but they are universally used by men of all classes who wish to control the size of their families.  Those huge mid-Victorian families, consider our Queen with nine children, were as a result of rampant sex with no protection; so multiple pregnancies ensued. One asks oneself if the Queen and her husband had ever heard of birth control; judging from their prodigious output one would guess not. And one wonders how many more children she would have had, had Albert not died so young, for the Queen was clearly a very willing sex partner. Rememberr sir, our Queen was only one short of having  double digit offspring; she produced nine children, you know.”

“So sir, what you need to do before having sex with a woman, is to roll a rubber sheath on your hard cock before any contact with her.  Then when you reach climax and eject your sperm, it’s caught in the sheath and avoids unwanted consequences.  For sir, you need to know that although sex is seen by the church as being for the procreation of the species, let me tell you sir that women are just a keen to fuck for the sheer pleasure of it as are men. In fact sir, once they get a taste for it, many of them cannot live without regular sex with a man. It’s not talked about at all sir, but it is a fact: still waters run deep, sir; that’s a fact.”

And with that, Geoffrey pulled himself up out of Patrick’s bed and walked across to where he had left his clothes. Patrick started hardening again just looking at the sight of Geoffrey’s muscular buttocks as he walked naked across the room. Geoffrey returned with a small packet in his hand.  He opened the packet and pulled out a rubber, a condom as we would call it, which he showed to Patrick. “This is the sort of thing you need to wear when you have sex with a woman sir. Come on, Mr Patrick let me show you how to put it on, as I can see that you are already as hard as a rock and randy as a bull raring to go again.”

Geoffrey then unrolled the rubber sheath over his partner’s cock, whilst Patrick looked down at himself. Geoffrey then knelt on the side of the bed spread his legs and offered Patrick his arse. “Go on sir, just go ahead and do what I know you want to do; just fuck me hard again, this time wearing that sheath and see what you think.”

Patrick looked down at his rubber clad cock and then did as Geoffrey had asked him, for it was quite true, he really did want to fuck Geoffrey again. And thus it was that Patrick experienced sex for the first time using a rubber; albeit on a man.  When it was over, he said to Geoffrey: “Well that was still great, although I did notice a bit less feeling due to the sheath. But it’s OK, and I get the idea; the sheath catches my load and protects the woman. So where do we get these from? I’ve never seen them anywhere?”

“Well sir, they are mainly sold by barbers’ shops; places where only male clients go. There is a great deal of embarrassment about buying these things, as you might well imagine. But you can also get them at chemists’ shops. They are never advertised or mentioned, but everyone knows that they are available. There is just one thing you need to know about rubbers, sir.  Whenever you use one you must never use any oil based lubricant, as the oil quickly destroys the rubber and the sheath may burst; they are very thin sir, as you have seen.”

“Anyway sir, don’t worry about getting any rubbers yourself.  I’ll put a few in your top drawer tomorrow and then if Rose appears you will be well equipped. And don’t worry too much about lubricants sir;, women are not like men; when they are ready they lubricate themselves; its nature’s way of helping the procreation process along sir.”

“But, Geoffrey, I’m not at all sure what to do if Rose arrives and sets her sights on me.  What the fuck am I supposed to do?”

“Listen to me sir. Stop worrying! You managed to get your arse fucked at school without really knowing what was going to happen to you; and you quickly went on from there to become a star performer yourself sir. And that is not meant to flatter you sir, it’s a fact. You handle your cock better than any other guy I know. So just relax sir; don’t worry. Once you get together, you will find yourself hardening and your cock will tell you what you should do. You will find that it all comes naturally and there will be no problem, especially for an experienced person like you.  Just remember to put on the sheath before you actually perform the act. As for the act itself, well, believe me sir, you won’t need any telling what to do; it’ll all just happen; you’ll see sir.” 

“Now sir, you’ve had your second bit of fun for tonight, so how about letting me give you a return round sir. You’re not the only one who is randy, sir”, concluded Geoffrey with a laugh. And with that, he forced Patrick down onto his back and gave him a long and vigorous fuck in the mission position, before bidding him goodnight.

CHAPTER 5

After Geoffrey had departed, Patrick lay awake for a long time musing over all that had happened.  He felt he had really learned a lot listening to Geoffrey. What luck to have found such an excellent teacher? And what if Geoffrey’s thoughts turned out to be right and Rose did really turn up? Well, that would be something. How to deal with it  Patrick did not really know, but he fell asleep telling himself that he would cross that bridge when he came to it.  Patrick felt truly blessed that he had found so much sex in the first few days home, totally unanticipated, totally unforeseen and totally wonderful.

For the next few evenings Geoffrey turned up at Patrick’s door around ten and the two young studs enjoyed each other sexually until the early hours.  Patrick was bored during the day as there were not many people around and he had no friends locally of his own age. So he waited with keen anticipation the arrival of Geoffrey each evening after dinner.  It was two days later, when Geoffrey suddenly said: “Sir, if you fancy a change of scenery, we could go and call on Tom in his bothy and see if he’s interested in a threesome.  I’ve already told Tom about your activities as a prefect at school, sir; the way you and your co-prefects maintain discipline. I can tell you, sir that Tom’s eyes lit up at the thought of what you might be able to do for him.”

Now Patrick had never had sex other than on a one-to-one basis; so the thought of three of them getting together was at once exciting and slightly frightening.  The very idea sent shivers down his spine, but the thought of such an “adventure”, for that was how Patrick saw the prospect, was simply too good to miss; sex coupled with the chance to beat arse, manna from heaven indeed!

Tom opened the door of his bothy and welcomed his two guests. Patrick, who actually owned the bothy, had never before seen the place. Tom was lucky in that he had it to himself, for usually on large estates a bothy was shared by several young unmarried outdoor workers.  The place was neat and tidy and consisted of one large room in which Tom lived and slept. A coal fired cooking range was provided, giving heat in winter and, miracle of miracles, running hot water.  The toilet facilities, for what they were, were located outside.  But for 1900, the place was really quite palatial and Tom obviously valued it.  In fact, Tom was a model occupant compared with the rough way in which many such young workers lived.

Entering Tom’s abode for the first time, brought home graphically to Patrick just how big was the divide that separated the classes.  Here was a young man, his own paid employee, with whom he was about to venture into an illegal evening of sex, who lived a simple life with which he appeared utterly contented. Meanwhile, he, the lord of the manor, lived the life of a gentleman, waited on by servants with every luxury of the day.  The thought of what the three of them were about to do together brought home to Patrick that all men were really equal when it came down to it.  In a few minutes they were going to be totally naked and fucking each other and if taken in flagrante delicto could find themselves in gaol for their activities together. The law and its execution by the courts was the great leveller.  Geoffrey had taught Patrick so much in such a short time, that Patrick already thought of him as an equal.

Surprisingly, for young employees are often embarrassed in the presence of their employer and find any conversation difficult, Tom had no problem in welcoming Patrick and Geoff (Patrick noticed immediately the use of the diminutive, something he could never do, however much he might wish) into his house.  In typical northern fashion he had made a pot of tea and suggested that they all have a cup together so that Patrick could relax and feel comfortable. What Mrs Ingram Lewis would have thought had she known what her son was doing and what he was about to embark on, we shall never know; fortunately she was left forever in total ignorance of this hidden side of her son’s character.

Tom began:  “The news that you had been made a senior prefect at school must have pleased your mother no end, sir.  Geoff tells me that at a public school prefects can discipline unruly boys with a cane and that you have beaten quite a number of naughty boys since your promotion, sir.  I am sure sir, that Geoff has told you how close we two are together;, but did he also tell you sir, that I have a slight perversion; at least I suppose that’s what you’d call it, in that I like to have my own backside beaten from time to time?” 

“You see sir, it’s like this, I was once beaten with my pants down at school for being cheeky to the headmaster and I found that I actually liked the experience. It was painful but I found I really enjoyed being thrashed, sir. And since then sir, from time to time, I try to find someone who will give me a good thrashing. It really does wonders for me.  Anyway sir, it’s like this; I have tried get Geoff to oblige me but he won’t do it sir. As you are here I wonder if you would mind obliging me sir and give my arse, pardon my language sir, a good beating.  I really feel I need it.”

Tom went on, “Sir, why don’t you begin by giving me a good thrashing and then we can get on with our evening together; the three of us that is sir, if that’s all right by you sir. I have made a switch so that you can get on with the bit that Geoff doesn’t like. I don’t have an actual cane sir;  but the switch I’ve made is from this year’s growth from an apple tree and it’s very swishy indeed sir; so I hope it will do sir. And as I have already made it sir, you may as well try it out and see what you think sir; so please sir; do you think that we might get on with it?  But of course sir if you don’t think it’s suitable, what I have made myself sir, then we could put it off and I could try to get a proper cane and you could do it another time sir;  if that’s  what you would prefer sir. But I truly would like you do it sir; if you don’t object, sir that is.” 

And there ended this verbal outpouring, peppered with “sirs” provoked probably by Tom’s  embarrassment at what he was asking,  which anyone hearing it would have had to admit was a very rare request.  Certainly Patrick had never known a schoolboy offer up his arse for punishment in the way that Tom had just done.  Of course, what Tom did not know is that Patrick was absolutely delighted at the request and could already feel his cock hardening at the thought of what was to come.  It did not matter one iota to Patrick whether he used an apple switch or a cane on Tom’s arse. What was important was that he was getting an arse to thrash, which was something he dearly loved to do as much as Tom seemed to love being thrashed.

So, all in all, Tom and Patrick were a well matched pair; a sort of corporal punishment bottom and top; a situation not to be sneezed at by Patrick. And it was also to be a first for him; he an eighteen year old schoolboy thrashing the naked arse of a twenty five year old man. It was promising to be a highly homoerotic experience; one to be savoured and a perfect introduction to an evening of three man sex;, although Patrick was not sure how that was going to work, though doubtless he was going to find out..

“Tom, go get your switch and let’s all get stripped off and down to business.” 

At these words, all the tension and embarrassment Tom had been under just a few moments earlier totally vanished; the relief was palpable and things were going to go as planned.  He handed Patrick the switch, which proved to be an admirably flexible implement, one quite capable of inflicting considerable pain on the recipient’s arse.  Tom started stripping off his clothes, followed by Patrick who motioned to Geoffrey to do the same. A few moments later the three young men, totally naked, stood looking admiringly at one another, for all three of them were very well equipped specimens of young manhood. Tom and Geoffrey giving a clear indication of what Patrick would look like in a very few years as he filled out into full manhood.  It was already clear that Patrick, at eighteen, was going to be a splendid stud of a man by any standards.

“Right Tom, bend over the back of that chair and let me see you arse. Now, it’s your call Tom, how many cuts do you want and how hard should they be?” As Patrick stood beside Tom’s backside, Geoffrey handed him a bottle of oil and motioned to Patrick that he should lube up Tom’s crack and anus, which he did.

“Well sir, I have to leave it up to you. You’re the expert, but I reckon that to give me a real good thrashing so that my arse knows it has been properly treated you should perhaps count on a dozen strokes sir. Please be sure to lay them on well. I want it to hurt sir; not just a few light taps; yes sir, lay them on well, sir and I’ll be satisfied.” 

Geoffrey looked on as Patrick prepared to lay on the first stroke with this whippy switch, which really was a very vicious looking instrument. Patrick found himself viewing two unblemished buns. He asked himself when was the last time that Tom had indulged himself, for there was no trace of any earlier beating.  So Patrick surmised that Tom, being someone who clearly needed discipline, had been desperate to get his arse roasted this evening for he was suffering from severe deprivation.

The fatidic moment arrived. Patrick gave a few gentle taps to Tom’s arse, raised the switch and brought it down with considerable force at the top of Tom’s buttocks.  As the switch landed on the naked flash, there was a very satisfying thwack, which echoed around the room – or at least so it seemed.  Then Patrick, who was very experienced in handling the cane, applied stroke after parallel stroke down Tom’s arse, finishing with the twelfth stroke on the highly sensitive sit-spot at the top of the legs. 

It was a real virtuoso performance. Geoffrey, looking on, winced at every stroke, while Tom made no sound.  When he had finished, Patrick surveyed his handiwork, which was in the form of twelve closely placed parallel weals descending the full length of Tom’s arse.  Patrick also noticed that Geoffrey, who professed not to like beatings, had developed a rock-hard cock that was already dribbling precum, a sign that he had also experienced sexual arousal as the switch did its work.

Patrick himself was in the same state of arousal as both Tom and Geoffrey and before Tom could get up from the chair, he thrust his own cock deep into Tom’s hole, thereby consummating his own favourite act; flogging arse and then immediately fucking it.  Patrick did not hold back and gave Tom’s hole as monumental a fucking as the thrashing it had just received.  But now was the moment when Patrick was to learn one aspect of how three man sex functioned. Whilst he was totally engaged in vigorously pounding Tom’s hole, he suddenly he felt a rock-hard cock up his own arse.  Geoffrey had lubed up his tool and had thrust it, with no hesitation, into Patrick, so that the three young men were joined together by two cocks. 

“Now”, said Geoffrey, “Let’s thrust together and we can all come to one simultaneous orgasm”. Which is exactly what they did!

The three studs paused for a few minutes to recover from their efforts, for make no mistake, fucking butt can be quite strenuous especially in the vigorous way in which Patrick and Geoffrey went about it. But the results were quite spectacular in terms of intensity of their orgasms and the sheer quantity of sperm each guy ejaculated. And that included Tom, who had been the subservient bottom. Patrick, by his extreme vigour had brought him too to a great climax.

“Mr Patrick sir,” said Tom, “You really are the tops. You are a master with the rod and a master with your cock sir.  My god sir, how did you ever get to be so good so young sir? That was one of the best thrashings I’ve ever had; and nobody, but nobody, has ever fucked my butt in the way you did sir. It was a unique experience sir; my god what a climax I had.”

The next variant the three men tried was to let Tom shaft Patrick whilst he shafted Geoffrey.  And so they went on for a couple of hours, until Tom suddenly said: “Come on Geoffrey, you wouldn’t beat my arse, but how about letting Mr Patrick give you a few with the switch.” 

Geoffrey demurred, saying that he had never been subjected to a beating, to which both Patrick and Tom replied that every man should experience an arse beating at least once in his life, just so he knew what it felt like. Tom added that he might like it! “It will tone up your arse muscles a bit”, he concluded laughing.

Patrick said that he had watched Geoffrey as he was beating Tom and had seen how quickly Geoffrey’s cock had reacted.  It had clearly been quite a homoerotic experience for him too, although he was loath to admit it. Anyway, much to the delight of both his partners he eventually agreed to let Patrick give him six cuts “by way of an initiation”, as he put it.  Patrick picked up on the word, as it implied that there might be further occasions; or was it just an ill chosen phrase?  Anyhow, Tom was delighted, whilst Patrick, that arch flagellator of naked flesh, was in seventh heaven. Two arse beatings in one evening; could it ever be any better?

Geoffrey finally bent across the chair and allowed Patrick to administer a little tender loving care to his virgin looking buttocks with Tom’s switch. Patrick made sure that the six cuts he gave to his mentor really counted. He spaced each stroke so that Geoffrey finished up with an artistic set of evenly spaced parallel weals across his arse. 

Geoffrey groaned and howled a bit, but when he finally got up he said: “You know guys, it did hurt a bit; in fact, it fucking well hurt a lot! But you know, it was quite invigorating in its own way and at the end of the day I really quite liked it. I can see what you like about it Tom.  It really is a brilliant introduction to anal sex, whack an arse and then fuck it.  Now Mr Patrick, it’s your turn sir; come on sir, over the chair yourself and I’ll give you six”.

Which he did, in spite of mild protests from Patrick that he knew exactly what it was like. Anyway, the three young studs had had a great time together, floggings included.  It has been a great homoerotic evening for all three of them.

“You know”, said Patrick, as they were leaving Tom’s bothy, “You ought to think about making a birch, Tom.  I’d be very happy to show you what that feels like. I reckon it’s the king of all implements.  Every man should have one dose of it in his lifetime. Think about it.”

CHAPTER 6

Patrick and Geoffrey arrived back at Ingram House about midnight. As they parted and went their separate ways, Geoffrey said to Patrick: “That was a great evening sir, wasn’t it?  I hope you enjoy the rest just as much.”  And with that he left Patrick to go his separate way.   Patrick was totally at a loss to know what Geoffrey had meant and he pondered this somewhat cryptic remark as he mounted the stairs and went to his own bedroom. 

He entered the room to find that two oil lamps were burning. Glancing at his bed, he saw to his great surprise that it was already occupied.  Closer inspection showed that the occupant was none other than Rose, the kitchen maid.  For a moment he knew neither what to say nor do. He realized this was Geoffrey’s doing and the significance of that final remark of his, “I hope you enjoy rest just as much”, made sense. Geoffrey was clearly determined to expand the sexual horizons of his young master, to which end he had sent the nubile nymph  Rose, to tempt him.

Rose, who was a very pretty girl: very pretty indeed, smiled at Patrick and said:  “Welcome back Mr Patrick. Geoffrey thought that you might need some relaxation after your strenuous efforts earlier this evening and so he asked me to come up so that if you felt like it, you could relax with me.  I really do know how to make a man feel relaxed sir. So sir, I’m more than willing to help you relax and lose the tension you have built up earlier this evening.”

Patrick thought to himself that what this young nymph had in mind could hardly be described as relaxation.  But analysing his reaction to the scenario that Geoffrey had engineered for him, he realised that the prospect of fucking a woman for the first time was something which he found extremely appealing. He had never had the chance to have sex with a woman and here it was being offered to him on a plate; and by an attractive experienced young female, already in his own bed.  He realised, that faced with the prospect of his “first time” he was truly looking forward to “relaxing” with Rose. 

Patrick was fully confident about his prowess with his cock. He knew how to handle himself and saw no problem with sharing his bounty with a woman. His feelings, as he looked down at Rose in the bed, told him that he was highly attracted to the female form. He was not just a man’s man, not simply a homosexual; but a man who would enjoy sex with both male and female partners. And here was the perfect opportunity to sample sex with an experienced female. So why not? What had he to lose? 

“What makes you think I need to relax, as you put it, Rose?”

“Well sir, I know just how strenuous things can get when a group of young men have a “party” together. So I just thought sir, that perhaps….  Well sir, it’s only if you want to. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable and get into bed with me and see how we get on together?  You know sir; I am sure that Geoffrey has told you that I find you very attractive. Do you find me just a little bit attractive too sir? Enough, perhaps to make you want to relax with me?”

Patrick thought that it was a now or never situation, so with Rose gazing at him he started to remove his clothes, somewhat as a strip tease artist might do; tantalising his audience. Rose looked on in wonder as her master showed her his all. Soon, Patrick stood totally naked, free of any embarrassment in front of his kitchen maid, who saw a muscular young man, with a large cock, which was already rock-hard and pointing skywards. He was just the quintessential young stud; super attractive to any eye, male or female, and was very, very sexy. 

“Do you like what you see, Rose? Will I do? Do you reckon that we can relax together?” And Patrick started across to the chest of drawers to get himself a rubber just as Geoffrey had advised him.

“Mr Patrick sir, you don’t need to bother about that”, said Rose, knowingly, “I’ve taken care of everything myself sir.”  And she lifted the bedcovers inviting Patrick to slip in beside her, which of course he did. No sooner was he in bed, Rose was upon him. As Geoffrey had said, she truly did have the hots for him and had no inhibition in showing it.  Within seconds, she had Patrick, who was already rock-hard with anticipation, inside her and was urging him on by her own body movements. It was clear to Patrick within seconds, that he was with a highly experienced woman who loved sex and was determined to milk him dry. Rose wrapped herself around Patrick, enveloping him in her super-soft body so completely, that it seemed that the pair of them were subsumed into one single entity.

Patrick had never experienced anything even vaguely like what was happening to to him and he adored every moment of it. He was accustomed to fucking young men of his own age; muscular young studs whose hard bodies he loved to feel against his own as he he fucked their arses.  But being with a woman was something so totally different; the soft, silky smoothness of Rose under him felt utterly divine. He thrust and thrust again, as deep as he could into his partner until he arrived at an enormous climax.

It was, for him a divine sort of initiation into heterosexual sex. Patrick experienced perhaps the biggest and most intense orgasm he had ever had as he pumped a seemingly endless stream of his cream deep into Rose.  He knew nothing about the finer points of sex with a woman and acted purely to satisfy his own needs, but from the appreciative moans made by Rose and the enormous shudders which shook her body as he climaxed, it was clear that she had also got what she wanted.

The young couple lay breathless side by side recovering from their efforts. Rose though, was not yet satisfied. So she climbed onto Patrick and lowered herself onto his still hard cock.  And then she did all that was necessary to bring Patrick to the heights of orgasmic pleasure yet again.  He finally fell asleep, exhausted by their efforts. 

CHAPTER 7

Next morning Patrick awoke late. It was already nine and Rose was gone.  He reflected on what had happened the previous evening. Group sex with Geoffrey and Tom; beating both their arses; getting his own arse swished  and finally being initiated into the joys of sex with a female. What a time he had had, and how much he had enjoyed it all! 

Mrs Ingram-Lewis remained completely oblivious to what her son got up to. One thing is clear, however, she would not have approved of her son socialising with his servants, let alone having any form of sexual relationship with them.  Patrick did not care. He had had a marvellous time. Patrick realised that what he really liked were muscular well equipped men; and from his brief experience with Rose, nymph or not, a beautiful, slim, soft and very sensual woman. These thoughts were to shape his future life, for Patrick was to have a very active sex life with both men and women.

July passed with Patrick enjoying a very active sex life with Geoffrey, Tom and an occasional visit from Rose. He could not believe his luck in finding three such marvellous partners to counter the boredom of being alone with his mother.

August dawned and with it the arrival of Roderick Pennington. What a lot Patrick had to tell him! Roderick’s only experience of the delights of sex had, to date, been limited to Patrick at school. Like most virile young men, he had no difficulty adapting himself to the somewhat bizarre atmosphere which existed that summer at Ingram House.

Soon the four young men had several intense free-style, no holds barred sessions together, where they all exercised their imagination as to the positions they could adopt to fuck each other. Who was going to fuck whom, in what order and how?  For Roderick, the greatest revelation was when Patrick flung him down on his back on the bed, hoisted his legs up over his shoulders and gave his arse a monumentally vigorous pounding with his huge cock before passing the torch to Geoffrey, then to Tom, so that Roderick had the pleasure of being sequentially fucked by his three companions. Then each stud in turn adopted the same position on the bed and allowed his three companions to fuck his arse, so that everyone had the pleasure of fucking three different holes in a very short space of time. If ever there was an introduction to group sex, this was surely it for Roderick and Patrick.

Next, Tom produced the birch he had made. Patrick had the pleasure of giving Tom’s arse a thorough beating. This was followed by each of the others taking turns to have his arse given the same treatment.  Painful you might think it was, and you would be right; but in the context of the intense fuckfest to which these four young studs were treating themselves, the pain was all part of the experience. Pain and sexual climax went hand in hand and all four young men went to bed that night exhausted, each of them sporting a very sore arse but intensely contented.  It had been a perfect evening of vigorous group sex for all four of them.

Perhaps the most noteworthy thing which happened during this long summer holiday was that the ever willing Rose, took a shine to Roderick so he too was able to chalk up the loss of his sexual innocence with the girl.  It happened like this. Patrick and Roderick were together on Patrick’s bed one evening with Patrick giving Roderick’s arse a truly vigorous shafting. The door opened quietly and Rose appeared. She surveyed the two young studs in the middle of their copulative act and said: “So that’s how lads do it; I had always wondered.”

Both boys were shocked to have been discovered and were very embarrassed. But they need not have worried, for Rose, ever ready for a fuck herself asked, “Can I join in?”  With no more ado she started undressing in front of the two boys, whose eyes were by now popping out their heads with the audacity of this young woman.  Patrick had already told Roderick of his adventures with Rose. Now this delectable and highly experienced young female stood naked in front of them. 

Rose was a very pretty girl with an alluring figure and standing there naked as she was, the two young men gaping at her were totally dumbstruck. Rose was not at all a shrinking violet and thinking that she would find Patrick alone and be able to slide into bed with him, had crept quietly up to his bedroom, in search of sex which she constantly craved. However, on finding the two young men together realised that she had truly struck gold and had stumbled across what promised to be a very exciting sexual encounter “à trois”. She said: “Have you two no manners at all? I thought you were supposed to be gentlemen; aren’t you going to invite me to join you?”

Patrick and Roderick were flabbergasted at Rose’s audacity, but then, looking at her (and she was well worth looking at!) they realised that here was an incredible opportunity, not one to be missed. What move should they make? They did not have long to wonder, for the nubile and highly experienced Rose again took the lead.

“So, which of you two fine young bucks would like to show me what he can do? Which of you would like to be first?”  And with the consummate assurance of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing, Rose lay down on the bed beside the two young studs, who were sporting enormously hard cocks and wrapped herself around Roderick giving him a long kiss. 

Roderick, totally inexperienced as regards women, did not have long to wait, for Rose slid herself under him, took his cock in her hand and showed him where it should go.  He did not take long to learn. But then, who does when it comes to the most natural act between a man and a woman? Roderick did what all men do, he fucked Rose hard and it was as easy as falling off a log.  Instinct told Roderick what he had to do and he did it.

Patrick, meanwhile, watching Roderick’s arse in its rhythmic motion as it rose and fell, simply could not resist the allure of those well-rounded buttocks from which his own cock had been so rudely banished by the unexpected arrival of Rose. So he knelt over the couple and pushed his cock back into Roderick’s arse.  So, Roderick’s first experience of fucking a woman was enlivened by the fact that he simultaneously had another man’s cock stuck up his own arse. This really had to be chalked up as a “first”.

Roderick continued with his ever more vigorous attack on Rose, while Patrick benefitted from Roderick’s movements to massage his cock which he had left stuck inside Roderick’s hole.  Roderick suddenly climaxed and emptied himself into Rose and it was evident that Rose had her own orgasm at the same moment, her body shaking spasmodically as Roderick shot his wad. But the most remarkable thing was that Roderick’s efforts had also brought Patrick to a simultaneous climax, so that he discharged his load into Roderick at the same moment.  To any serious student of the sexual practices of the human male and female, this had to rank as one of the most unique occasions ever. 

The three of them lay side by side on the bed, recovering from the effort.  Patrick was still hard as a rock and after a few minutes, he rolled over onto Rose and fucked her really hard.  Rose, being the nymph she was, again enjoyed every moment of the attention he paid her. Finally she said: “Listen boys, why don’t you let me see you two finish together what you were in the middle of when I interrupted you.” 

Patrick and Roderick were astounded at this request, for Rose, a woman, was asking them to give her a demonstration of homosexual sex.  They looked questioningly at Rose who said: “Oh, for crying out loud, go on; do it; fuck each other. I really want to see exactly how two guys have sex together.  Come on; after all we’ve done together this evening, it’s the least you can do for me; go on, just do it.”

Patrick said: “I never thought I would hear a woman ask me to give her a demonstration on how I fuck another man, but, in view of our little party this evening, and to please a lady; all  right.”  And that is how the evening ended.

But what had Roderick thought when, in the middle of fucking Rose, his first time with a woman, he had found his own hole had suddenly been penetrated by his erstwhile partner’s cock. Talking about it later later he said:  “You know Patrick, it was a bit of a shock to find myself suddenly speared by you, but it felt absolutely great and everything turned out all right. I reckon all of us had an incredible experience.  And, from my point of view, it was my first time with a woman, and I can tell you that I enjoyed every minute of it. My god, that Rose is one hell of a girl.”

CHAPTER 8

The month just flew away. Patrick and Roderick indulged themselves together practically every day, punctuated by the occasional appearance of Rose, who was devoted to the art of sexual intercourse in all its forms. Rose was game for anything and everything and the two lads really enjoyed her company and participation. If ever a woman was broad minded, it was Rose.  And then, of course, there were the occasions when the four young studs, Patrick,  Roderick, Geoffrey and Tom got together when they had what can but be described as a flagellation fuckfest.

In spite of the pain that they inflicted on each other with the cane, all of them had quickly learned to enjoy the pleasure of fucking a freshly beaten arse.  It was the ultimate erotic experience for the four of them; an acquired taste but one which quickly became addictive.  By the end of the month both Patrick and Roderick could consider themselves truly beyond their apprenticeship in to sexual acrobatics. They had each become what could be called “accomplished copulators” an activity which both lads performed with gusto with either sex.

It was the last week in August and a letter arrive d  unexpectedly from Rigby, addressed personally to Patrick who opened it with a certain misgiving, which turned out to be totally misplaced. It was from the Headmaster, Mr Cuthbert Godber, who wrote,

Dear Ingram-Lewis,

It is with the greatest of pleasure that I write to you today to tell you that by unanimous accord among the teaching staff, it has been decided to appoint you as Head-Boy for the coming school year, your final year at Rigby. 

After a shaky start in your career, you pulled yourself together and have now become one of the most outstanding pupils we have ever had. You have excelled not only in all subjects, but also on the sports-field and at gymnastics, becoming one of the most admirable and admired of all our present pupils; a true credit to the school and to yourself.

Since your elevation to the rank of Senior Prefect last term, you have shown yourself willing to bring discipline and order outside of class time, even when this has involved taking unpopular decisions: leaders are often unpopular, but, nevertheless, admired.  You have acquired among the boys the enviable reputation of never shirking your duty with the cane, the backbone of our traditional system here at Rigby. In short, Ingram-Lewis, you have, in the space of one term, become a force with whom to be reckoned. And it is for this reason that we are delighted to appoint you Head-Boy. The school requires someone who will unflinchingly uphold the discipline, so necessary to the order and the good name of the school. We are confidant, you are that man .I say man advisedly as you are now eighteen years of age and although still at school for one more year, you are, in fact a young man.

As you know, the new school year starts on September 1 next, but it would be helpful to me if you would arrive a day early, as there are a number of organisational matters I wish to discuss with you before the term starts and I intend the new arrangements I have in mind to be fully operational from day one. There will be no honeymoon period. We shall start as we mean to go on.

Please reply by return of post to confirm that you will be able to arrive as requested.

Yours sincerely

Cuthbert T. H. Godber

Headmaster

Patrick could not believe his eyes. He scraped himself of the floor, speaking metaphorically of course, and re-read the letter. Yes it was true; he was to be Head-Boy. Three glorious final terms when he could indulge himself in one of his favourite pastimes, whacking arse; but hopefully going on to indulge himself further!  He was in seventh heaven. He went quickly to the study, wrote to the Headmaster confirming that he would arrive two days before the start of term and had one of the servants take it to the post. 

But now he had to share his good news with Roderick, who was to leave Ingram House the next day to prepare himself too for the new school year. Patrick decided that he would impart his good news to Roderick that evening when they planned to be alone together indulging for one last time in the act they so much enjoyed.

It was after dinner; which was always served formally, even though Mrs Ingram-Lewis was absent. There were just the two young men eating. To do otherwise would have been disturbing for the servants, who had a set routine which they hated to break. That night in Patrick’s bedroom,  he was deep inside Roderick fucking him as hard as he could and when he finally climaxed, he rolled over laughing and said:  “Listen stud, I’ve had some amazing news. You’ll never guess, but I’ve been appointed Head-Boy of Rigby for the final year.  So, my friend, you had better watch yourself as I might be obliged to take a cane to your arse.  Remember, Roderick, no one is above the law at Rigby and the cane and  birch are still used right up to the final year, which includes you, my friend.” 

Roderick just laughed and shrugged the matter off as of no consequence. “We’ll cross that bridge, Patrick, if and when we have to; but for now, just be a good lad and present your arse to me as I am simply dying to give you a return match.  Come on, stud, how do you fancy it tonight, doggy or face to face? It’s the last time this holiday so let’s make the most of it. I’ll drill you into the ground,” he concluded with a laugh.  And he did exactly that; he fucked Patrick’s arse as if there was to be no tomorrow and both young studs collapsed in a climax of cum, which was a fitting ending to their holiday together. It would be two very different and sexually experienced young men who would return to Rigby in a few days time. And both young studs were wondering how they could exercise their newly developed sexual expertise on their schoolmates.

But Patrick had actually meant what he said, for if an occasion arose where Roderick deserved a beating, then as Head-Boy,he would be obliged to deliver it, friendship notwithstanding.  It worried him slightly, though that was life. With position comes duty, and doing one’s duty can sometimes be painfully unpleasant.

CHAPTER 9

Patrick arrived back at Rigby, early as requested and announced his arrival to Mr Godber, with whom we now find him in conference. “Ingram-Lewis, I am delighted to see you. First let me congratulate you on your position as Head-Boy. This is an honour which you richly deserve and I was pleased that the entire teaching staff agreed with my nomination.”

“Now, down to business! The reason why I asked you to come here a little early is that I wish to affect a number of changes, many of which will concern you specifically.  You may not know, but I shall be retiring at the end of his academic year, after no less than fifty-two years devoted to this school. I came here as a pupil in autumn of 1848, I think it was, if my memory serves me correctly and apart from the three years I spent at Oxford where I read classics, I have never left the school. After graduating I came straight back here as a junior master, from which post I worked my way up to Assistant Master and finally to Headmaster, a post I have now held for thirty years. So, as you can see, Rigby has been my life! So, Ingram- Lewis, both you and I shall be leaving Rigby at the end of this school year, you to pursue your future career in the wider world; I to retirement.”

“Old age has crept up on me, I am afraid, and I have therefore decided that for this final year of my time at Rigby I am going to relinquish many of my disciplinary functions almost completely and hand them over to you as Head-Boy and President of the Court of Prefects.  To enable you to carry out the functions which I wish to confer upon you, you will not only hold the position of Head-Boy, but that of Head-Boy with powers “in loco domini”.  Acting “in loco domini”, as I am sure you are aware, means acting in the place of the master, in this case, in place of the Headmaster; myself to be exact.”

“Yes sir, I do understand the translation of the phrase, but I would be most grateful if you could enlighten me as to what its implications are in the present situation.”

“Ah, Ingram-Lewis, we now come to the crux of the matter and the reason why I wanted some time together to discuss the new arrangements, which I intend to announce to the boys at the first Daily Assembly of the new school year.  As you are well aware, the cane and the birch still play a very important role in the life of this school, and long may they do so! They are the two traditional implements with which we maintain discipline. Without them, the place would fall into chaos.  They used to play much more important roles when I was a boy. Both cane and birch were in daily use and I think it is perhaps true to say that not one boy finally escaped a taste of both in those long gone days. Passage of time has attenuated their usage somewhat, too much to my mind, but we cannot always harp back to the past, for it is the future which counts.”

“Anyway, Ingram Lewis, I no longer feel sufficiently physically fit to handle the punishment load which has become my lot as Headmaster, so I have decided that you and the Court of Prefects will more or less take over the whole of the corporal punishment element at Rigby, hence the role “in loco domini”. This will give you the full authority necessary to perform this essential task.”

“Now, the junior and senior prefects and the Head-Boy have always had the responsibility of keeping order out of class and this will continue unchanged.  That is to say that the junior prefects will still be allowed to apply a maximum of six cuts of the junior cane to the buttocks of any miscreants in the first and second forms, but must refer older boys to the Court of Prefects for correction. The senior prefects again have the right to apply six strokes of the cane to any boy whom they feel merits a beating, and may use the senior cane where appropriate. Remember, Ingram-Lewis, all boys including those in the upper sixth can still be subjected to the cane and the birch, no one is exempt: no one at all!”

“As you well know, any misdemeanours in the classroom have been notified to me via the system of punishment slips. I introduced this system many years ago as I had observed that certain masters were reluctant to beat boys at all whilst others who did wield the cane often did so half-heartedly.  Now, as your own backside must testify to you, my philosophy is that if a boy is to be beaten, no matter what the reason, it has to hurt. He has to be beaten thoroughly, as hard as possible, without, of course, doing any physical damage to his anatomy; this requires a very judicious eye when placing the strokes  and in the severity with which they are delivered.  It goes without saying, of course, that all beatings are on the bare buttocks, which seem somehow to be god given for this very purpose. A boy’s buttocks can take an enormous amount of painful punishment without any serious effects.”

“Over the past several years, I have undertaken this task, single handed.  I am not grumbling, as, frankly, there is a certain pleasure as I am sure you have found in your term as senior prefect, in roasting a boy’s backside.  But there comes a time, now, in fact, that I feel I can no longer do justice to such a work load; which is why, Ingram-Lewis, you are to be Head-Boy “in loco domini”. I want you to take over the major part of this beating load from me.”

“Now here is what I propose. The masters will still send their punishment slips to me in the normal manner to arrive in my box by 5.30 pm each weekday.  I will then look them over and select one or two particularly bad-looking cases which I will still deal with myself in the usual manner, keeping my hand in, so to speak. The rest I shall hand over to you.”

“With this added complexity introduced into the system, I have decided that boys will be punished immediately after supper on the evening of the day following their citation.  I shall post two lists each day one list will show the boys who must report to me and the other those who must report to you.  These lists will be posted on the general notice board each morning and all boys who have received a citation will be required to check the lists immediately after morning assembly to see to whom they are to offer their arses for correction.  Pardon my vulgarity Ingram-Lewis, but I imagine that is the word you lads use among yourselves. I know we did in my days!” 

“I shall leave it up to you to decide when and where to administer the punishment. So as you can see in your role “in loco domini” you will have much greater involvement in the day to day punishment of boys than before. My suggestion would be that you administer all canings in the prefects’ common room; being a larger room than your own study it will more readily accommodate several miscreants at a time. As for the timing, well I think that the hour immediately after supper each day is a very convenient time; no need to rush things and there is the advantage of sending the corrected lads off to bed with nicely warmed backsides”. The Headmaster said with a laugh, before concluding.

“One final point I would like to make about disciplinary actions. There will be sixty new boys entering the school tomorrow, all of whom are totally unaware of the way Rigby is run. Rigby Rigour, if I may make a pun, will be new to all of them.  My advice to you is to try to make sure that you roast the arses of at least one third of the entire new intake during the first month of this term, rising to about half of all the new boys by the middle of term. I would like to think that every new boy has had a good taste of the cane by the end of his first year.”

“It’s not a bad idea either, to give the odd lad a taste of the birch so that they all know that Rigby is a place which lives by the rule and punishes every misdemeanour. Give these youngsters and inch and they will take a mile, so make sure that they are reined in from the word go.  Beat their arses at every opportunity; it makes for a well run school and turns out the sort of young men, like you, Ingram-Lewis, of whom the school can be proud.  And don’t go soft on them; once you get their bare bottoms over a chair, make sure that you beat them hard. Let them howl and weep. A well beaten arse will do them no end of good and turn them into fine young men.”

Patrick listened in total silence and amazement to this exposition by the Headmaster.  The old boy was clearly very attached to beating naked arse, a pastime dear also to Patrick and was, moreover, exhorting him to use the power he was giving him. Never in a month of Sundays would Patrick have dreamt that such a golden opportunity would be offered to him.  Here he was, the new Head-Boy, with three full terms of non-stop beating of bare arses in front of him. This was truly manna from heaven. And the Headmaster had mentioned the birch. Did he intend that Patrick should use the birch? It certainly sounded so.

“Headmaster, I am totally overwhelmed by the confidence which you clearly have in me and the extraordinary powers which the status “in loco domini” confers upon me; and I give you sir, here and now, my most sincere assurances that I shall endeavour to carry out my extended duties to meet your every wish, so that on your retirement you can be certain that you are leaving to your successor a well run and well disciplined school of which you can be truly proud. In fact sir, you can rightly be seen as the the creator of the present-day school, in view of the lifetime of service you have given to the place. One might well say sir, if you will forgive a little joke, God made heaven and earth but Godber made Rigby!”  The Headmaster roared with laughter. “ But sir, if I might ask you, is it your intention to endow me with the power to use the birch on errant boys, if I deem it appropriate?”

“My dear Ingram-Lewis, but of course! “In loco domini” gives you full power to use both cane and birch as and when you see fit. I have already informed the head gardener, Mr Patterson, who has made the birches for me for many years now, that he shall as of now, make them to your order.  And you will have your own key to the punishment room, for it is there and there alone that birchings are administered.   If you take my advice, you will be well advised to nominate a couple of your senior prefect colleagues to assist you on the occasions when you intend to use the birch. But, Ingram-Lewis, if you deem it necessary, then just do not hesitate to use it. You know from your own painful experience what a wonderful corrective instrument the birch is.  After all, just think what your last birching did for you. Without it, I doubt you would be where you are today.  It finally made you see sense!”  Hestopped to draw breath with yet another laugh.

“Now, before I forget, there is just one more thing.  I know that each senior prefect has his own two regulation canes, but I wanted to give you, in your new position something a little special with which to tickle errant arses. Over the years, I have accumulated quite a selection of canes, many of which are now twenty or even more years old.  They are over there in the large oriental pot, where I keep them. Let me select a few of particularly good ones for you.  These are very whippy examples and I believe that they are capable of inflicting the most exquisite pain on any target.  These old canes have something that the modern new stuff seems to lack.”  The Headmaster selected what he deemed to be eight of his choicest specimens and handed them to Patrick.

“Well, I think that concludes our formal business and so I will let you run along and settle into your new study. However, Ingram-Lewis, I would be happy if you would do me the honour of dining with me this evening. We shall be quite alone and my cook produces and excellent dinner.  We can also enjoy a little fine wine together, as I still have an excellent cellar, running back some thirty years or so. It will give us an opportunity to relax together and get to know one another better. After all, you are now my right arm.  So might I suggest seven o’clock when it will give me great pleasure to entertain you: my new Head-Boy.”

Patrick was overwhelmed by this invitation, for to the best of his knowledge   no boy had ever been invited to dine with the Headmaster. He wondered where all this was leading. But what the hell, if the old boy wanted to wine and dine him, then who was he to say no, he thought as he left.

CHAPTER 10

Mr Godber was a bachelor and had a very spacious set of rooms. He offered Patrick sherry and then red wine to accompany a very excellent dinner and as was the tradition at the turn of the century, port and dessert were placed on the table by the Headmaster’s butler.  The Headmaster, by now somewhat mellowed by the alcohol, became more expansive and it was not long before Patrick, who was quite worldly wise, realised where it was all leading.

“Ingram-Lewis, I am afraid I have become a lonely old man these last few years, living alone as I do.  I don’t want to burden you with my problems, (which was, of course, was exactly what he was about to do) but it is rare for me to have a young man like you around to talk to other than about school matters. And  as I said to you earlier, I do consider you a young man, Ingram-Lewis, even though you are technically still a pupil of the school until the end of the school year. You will have passed your nineteenth birthday by then. But as you must have realised in conferring upon you the responsibilities I have, you do have my fullest confidence, that you will uphold the fine disciplinary tradition of the school, which has been the hall mark of Rigby for well over a century now.  But I am sure you will understand, Ingram-Lewis, that even an old man like me finds it helpful, on occasions, to unburden himself to someone.”

“As you are doubtless aware, I have lived totally alone since before you entered the school; but it was not always like that, oh no! Indeed not; most definitely not; no, for more than twenty years I had a very close friendship, very close indeed, with the assistant master, Mr Crockford, a classicist like myself, but who unfortunately died some eight or so years ago of a heart attack. He had a weak heart, you know, and he knew he should take care. I always told him not to over-exert himself; but he was devoted to me and regularly threw caution to the wind in his desire to please me. In the end it was that which was his undoing; it was his excessive exertions which led to the final fatal attack. I was utterly heart broken as we had been together for almost a quarter of a century, and then, puff, as quick as a wink, the poor fellow was no more.  I am not sure that I have ever completely recovered from his passing.”

“Of course, the doctors tried to revive him but it was already too late and I had to face the bitter truth that my closest friend was gone forever. The doctors were very understanding, given the circumstance of his sudden departure and the whole matter was handled with extreme delicacy and discretion, with never a whiff of scandal. It could have been quite dreadful had the full details surrounding his sudden demise been made public.” 

“I shouldn’t really tell you this, something I have never vouchsafed to anyone. Dear old Clarence, that was his Christian name, by the way, died whilst he was in the act of servicing me. I take it as a man of the world you know the type of service to which I am referring and I need not spell it out in any greater detail. You know, after all these years it’s a great relief, Ingram-Lewis, to be able to share the awful facts of the business with someone. And you know, Ingram-Lewis, it is so much easier to unburden oneself to someone totally uninvolved. So, Ingram-Lewis, now you know, your Headmaster is, in fact, a homosexual, non-practising, by the way since Clarence’s untimely departure, but a homosexual nevertheless.”

Patrick had listened to all this with increasing incredulity.  Here was his elderly Headmaster pouring out his innermost secrets to his newly appointed Head-Boy.  It did not require any imagination to understand that Mr Clarence Crockford, of blessed memory, had been engaged in fucking the Headmaster when he had suddenly keeled over with a heart attack and died. “My God, what a way to go,” thought Patrick, “Though at least he went quickly and in the act of doing something which he clearly enjoyed.  I wonder if his relationship with Godber was two- way, or did he just do the fucking and Godber was always the bottom.” 

Having listened to this outpouring, Patrick realised that the Headmaster had needed a friendly ear into which to pour his pent-up grief and, mellowed by several glasses of good port, had decided to reveal all to Patrick, who even though but a pupil had proved a sympathetic listener. This left Patrick wondering if the headmaster had any inkling of his own sexual activities and where the present revelations were leading.

Sex between the boys was strictly forbidden, but pretty well all public schools closed a blind eye to the numerous acts of buggery that the boys  committed among themselves.  As any sensible person knows, sex is such an important driving force in life – the most important, in fact – that  it is totally understandable that boys in their late teens, denied female company, have recourse to anal intercourse among themselves.  If caught in the act, then the Rigby rule was a mandatory birching. So, the great trick was not to get caught. There was a tacit understanding among all staff not to go looking.  Of course if a member of the teaching staff or a prefect came across boys in the act, then they had to be punished. It was all quite hypocritical when certain members of the teaching staff, and here the self confessed Headmaster himself included, indulged in the very act that was forbidden to the pupils.

“You know, Ingram-Lewis, now that I have metaphorically laid myself  bare in front of you, I have to tell you that since Crockford’s death I have had not sexual contact with any other person.”  There was a slight pause as the Headmaster tried to organise his thoughts, but Patrick knew by now, exactly where it was all going.  “I, er, wonder, Ingram-Lewis, if you, er, might consider, er……”  And it was obvious that the Headmaster was having great difficulty in voicing his thoughts, which, if you think about it, was not at all surprising, as he was about to ask Ingram-Lewis, his Head-Boy, if he would like to take up where Clarence Crockford  had so precipitously and dramatically left off.

Patrick felt sorry for the Headmaster and seeing just how difficult it had become for him to put his desires into words said, very gently: “Headmaster, am I to understand that you would like me service you sexually? Crudely put, calling a spade a spade sir, as sex is, at the end of the day, a rather crude act, you would like me to fuck you?”

“Ingram-Lewis, it all sounds so horrifically brutal the way you put it, but yes, that is what I would really like. I would like to feel another warm body inside my own.”  Patrick wondered if he should ask the Headmaster how he came to select him as a potential lover, but felt that discretion was the better part of valour and decided not to push the point. Clearly the Headmaster had some inkling; had gained who knows how, that Patrick was quite a stud.

It crossed Patrick’s mind that this might well be the reason for his preferment.

 “Headmaster, if that is your wish, then I shall be happy to oblige you.”

“Ingram-Lewis, I trust that this will go no further than these walls, as I would be mortified, if not to mention prosecuted, if it were ever broadcast that I had had sexual relations with one of my final year boys, even though he was a young man and eighteen years of age. It could wreck the school completely.”

“You and me too,” thought Patrick, who was well aware of the overt stringent public disapproval of male homosexuality, sodomy as it was known in law, whilst the legislators in Westminster turned a blind eye on the same sexual transgressions of their members and of the “great and the good” in general.  The Oscar Wilde affair had made headline news, but had he accepted the precarious position in which he found himself and kept quiet, nothing would have come of his proclivities. It was Wilde’s own pig-headedness which wrecked the career of one of Britain’s leading men of letters.

Headmaster, you have my word as a gentleman, (for with all his faults Patrick was a gentleman) that whatever transpires between us, will rest forever a private matter between.” Having said this, Patrick wondered what it was going to be like to fuck a man who was old enough to be his grandfather.

“Ingram-Lewis, Patrick! (the first time the Headmaster had ever used his Christian name). If you would allow me to retire to my bedroom and then perhaps join me there in, shall we say, ten minutes?  I shall await you with anticipation and impatience.”

Patrick sighed inwardly with relief that the Headmaster had clearly decided to prepare himself for what was to happen, before Patrick actually entered the scene. Patrick was not even vaguely embarrassed at having to strip off in front of the Headmaster; but having to watch the Headmaster strip; well, that was another story.

 Patrick entered the bedroom to find the Headmaster lying stark naked on his bed. “Patrick, why don’t you just slip out of your clothes and let me have the pleasure of watching you strip.  You know, Patrick, there is great pleasure for an old man like me to see a young man like you exposing himself in all his young glory. The male figure is indeed an object of great beauty, which should be savoured by the observer. So, Patrick, please let me have a look at you naked, I really cannot wait to see what I perceive to be a budding Adonis hidden under those clothes.”

Patrick did as was asked. The Headmaster gazed upon him with unconcealed admiration. And it is true, there was a good deal to admire, for Patrick had a magnificently muscular body with its crowning glory, his huge cock, which was clearly the focus of the Headmaster’s attention.  As the Headmaster gazed at him, Patrick felt his uncontrollable meat starting to rise and in seconds it was rock-hard and ready for action. 

“In the bathroom, Patrick, you will find a small bottle of oil in the cabinet, you might find it useful.” And with these words, the Headmaster raised his legs, bent his knees and offered himself to Patrick’s ministrations.  Patrick quickly oiled up his cock and wasted no time in penetrating the Headmaster.  “Don’t hold back, my boy. Give it to me as hard as you can; make the strokes as long a possible and use as much force. I haven’t had sex with anyone since poor Clarence died.”

So Patrick fucked his Headmaster with all the force he could muster and finally shot his load in a huge orgasmic climax.  He found he had really enjoyed fucking the old boy; the age difference had counted for nothing once he had got started and it was clear that the Headmaster had also enjoyed the occasion.

 “That was some effort you expended on me; it was marvellous to have the experience yet again after so long in the wilderness of loneliness. Thank you so very, very much for taking pity on such an old man. I have to say Patrick, you seem to be a very experienced young man, but I shall let sleeping dogs lie and enquire no further down that road.”

Patrick wondered what would happen next as he and the Headmaster lay side by side, stark naked on the bed. Matters quickly resolved themselves however, for in a few minutes the Headmaster was fast asleep and Patrick quick pulled on his clothes and left quietly to find his own bed.  

“My godfathers,” he thought as he lay trying to get to sleep, “What an incredible day I have had. My school life has been changed completely and this latest turn of events, finishing up in bed with old Godber; well who would ever have thought that possible.  But at the end of the day, the old boy was a jolly good fuck and I enjoyed it as much as he evidently did. So, what the hell, it’s all water under the bridge. He felt somehow vaguely satisfied that his expertise had made the old man happy.  What harm had been done? None in a word; and both he and Godber had enjoyed a few minutes of pleasure together; so Patrick felt very contented. ” And on that thought, Patrick fell asleep too.

Next day was the first day of school and the Headmaster walked onto the platform to address the first full School Assembly of both boys and masters. He formally introduced Patrick as the new Head-Boy and astounded everyone, boys and masters alike by informing them of the additional responsibilities which he had given him. Not only was Ingram-Lewis Head-Boy, but he exercised his powers “in loco domini”.  It took a few moments for the significance of this extraordinary announcement to sink in, but when it had done so, everyone present realised the unusually extensive powers which the Headmaster had given to Patrick.  It was a new term and and a new epoch for Rigby.  Patrick looked forward to his final three terms with anticipation and excitement. Under his aegis, the cane and birch would reign supreme and the Headmaster would be assured of passing on a well run and well disciplined school to his successor.

Of that Patrick was quite, quite sure.

TO  BE CONTINUED  IN  PART 4