First touch
Narrator: Florian
The massive station hall buzzed with people hurrying along. I leaned against the railing on the first floor, watching the bustle below. Four guys around my age - early twenties - stood near the center of the hall, dressed in tight, trendy clothes that practically screamed for attention. Their stance was confident, their voices loud as they joked and laughed together.
After a while, my gaze drifted left, where another boy was standing. He looked about eighteen, slim with a hint of muscle. His light blond curls fell casually across his forehead as he stared - completely absorbed - at the group below.
Curious and slightly amused, I stepped forward and said: “You know it’s kinda rude to stare, right?”
He blushed instantly.
“What? No - uh… I wasn’t! I’m just waiting for my train.”
“Oh? Then why did I startle you so much?”
“I was just lost in thought…” He straightened his shoulders, trying to recover. “Anyway, what business is it of yours?”
Despite the tasteful clothes, his accent gave him away straight off - a boy from the Outside. As a City guy, I was far above him on the social ladder. With a touch of devilish pleasure, I decided to lean into that a little.
I pulled out my police badge and flashed it at him. “It’s my duty as an officer to make sure everyone behaves appropriately in public spaces,” I said. “That includes dealing with those who undress people with their eyes.”
“I wasn’t doing that! Where do you get that from?”
“I’ve got a good eye for these things. Pretty boys checking out other pretty boys.”
He blinked. “What? I… uh… I mean…”
I laughed. “Do you always get this flustered so easily?”
“Well, when someone flashes a police badge at you… Is that even real?”
I showed it to him again and he studied it carefully.
“Completely real,” I assured him. “I’m still in training - third-year cadet at the Police Academy, with weekly field placements. But don’t worry, I’m not on duty right now.”
“Oh. Right.” He relaxed, a small smile forming. “You’re probably right,” he said, gesturing down toward the four boys. “They are quite something.”
“They’re not the only ones.”
“True,” he replied. “You’re someone I wouldn’t mind undressing with my eyes either.”
“Inappropriate remarks to an officer? That could get you into trouble, you know. I’m not on duty, but I can still step in if I need to.”
“Oh yeah? So what would you do about it?”
“What do you think?”
“Am I supposed to be scared now?”
“Well, lucky for you I’m in a good mood. I’ll keep my spanking paddle in my bag - for now.” I grinned and held out my hand. “I’m Florian. Just waiting for my train, same as you. Where are you headed?”
“New Rotterdam. I’m Toby.” He shook my hand warmly.
“New Rotterdam? What a coincidence - so am I. Wanna travel together?”
“I… um, I’ve only got a third-class ticket.”
“No problem. As a government employee, I always ride first class. You can ride in my compartment. There’s more than enough room for two.”
“No joke?”
“No joke. Come on.”
****
The train compartment oozed luxury - polished wood, dark green velvet, ambient lighting. In the corner stood a large double bed, its silk sheets smooth and perfectly made. Beside it, a cozy sitting area with an oak table and two armchairs that practically invited you to sink into them. The mini-fridge was stocked with wine, fresh fruit, and delicacies that would be unimaginable for anyone from Outside. A little paradise on rails, shut off from the world beyond.
Toby sank into one of the armchairs.
I grabbed two beers from the fridge, handed him one, and sat down across from him.
“What were you doing in Zürich?” I asked.
“Oh, nothing much. Some banking for work,” he replied vaguely. “And you?”
“Police academy training weekend.”
“All the way in Zürich?”
“Yeah. It was about inter-City cooperation in crime prevention.”
“Are the Cities working more closely together then?”
“They are.”
“How exactly? What kind of things?”
“Can’t say.”
“Oh come on.”
“I’m serious. City secret.” I put a finger to my lips.
“Okay, fine.” He shrugged and glanced around.
“Is this how you guys always travel? Or is that a City secret too?”
“It’s no secret that government employees get a few perks,” I said, casually. Then, after a brief pause, I asked, “You’re from Outside, aren’t you? I can hear it in your accent.”
“Yeah… Sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry for.”
“Well, it’s just… I know this kind of luxury isn’t really meant for people like me.”
“I invited you, didn’t I? Or are you worried you’ll get a spanking for traveling first class without a valid ticket?”
He burst out laughing. “People would definitely stare, huh? In the middle of a crowded train.”
“No one can hear us in here,” I said casually. “Soundproof.”
Toby looked up. “For real?”
“For real.” I leaned forward slightly. “So if I were you, I’d behave.”
He grinned. “Wow… I’m really scared now.” He gave me a look - challenging, teasing.
The train slowly began to move. The platform slid past, replaced by the grandeur of old Zürich. We had the evening and night ahead of us - just the two of us in our little travelling palace.
“You guys really do it, don’t you?” Toby said after a while. “You spank people when they’ve misbehaved.”
“Only boys and young men within the punishable age bracket,” I replied.
“And what’s that?”
“Seventeen to thirty-five. That includes you.”
“And you.”
“Careful, you.”
“I bet you’ve never actually done it. Given someone a real spanking.”
“True. Like I said, I’m still in training.” I paused, then added in a low voice, “But there’s a first time for everything.”
A charged silence grew between us. We sat facing each other, watching, gauging. Outside, the rolling landscape drifted by. In the distance, hills stretched towards the horizon, draped in forests that whispered of things to come.
It was Toby who broke the silence. “It hasn’t been that long, has it? Since the police got the right to use corporal punishment on male detainees?”
“A few years,” I said. “It was part of a package to improve safety in the Cities. There were loads of incidents back then with petty criminals and agitators from, well…”
“From Outside,” Toby finished. “Where people barely have two pennies to rub together. Sometimes you have to do stupid things if you want something to eat.”
“Yeah, I know,” I replied, uncomfortable. “But it was getting out of control. People didn’t feel safe anymore. That’s changed now, with this new power.”
“Changed for people in the City, sure.”
This wasn’t the direction I’d meant the conversation to go. I wasn’t looking to start a political debate with this boy. I had other things in mind entirely. Still, I couldn’t let that last remark slide.
“Look, we’ve all heard the stories about poverty Outside. But everyone has the chance to make something of themselves. And judging by your clothes, you seem to be doing all right.”
“I’ve found ways to get by,” Toby said cryptically. But thankfully, he didn’t seem keen to dwell on our differences either.
“So how does it actually work, when you punish someone? Are there rules?”
“Well, it’s always done on the bare butt. For one thing, it’s safer - you can hit someone pretty hard without risking real injury. And for another, it’s more humiliating, especially when his pants have to come down. That humiliation is deliberate. The punishment’s meant to put him in his place.”
Toby set his beer down and leaned back. “Must be quite the hassle, getting a guy’s pants off.”
“If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll lower them himself. Otherwise we might have to tear them down, and he ends up paraded through the streets with a red-raw ass.”
“I’d like to see that,” Toby chuckled. He paused, squinting at me. “You’d have to be pretty twisted to come up with punishments like that.”
“It’s not as new as you think,” I said lightly.
He shifted in his chair, his hand briefly under his butt. “So… how does it actually go?”
I kept my tone neutral. “If a guy resists, one officer pins him to the ground while the other pulls his pants down.”
“Must be dreadful for you.”
“Not really.” I paused before continuing, “There are situations that go more smoothly, of course.”
“Smoothly?”
“Yeah. Like when it’s a court-ordered punishment, often alongside a custodial sentence.”
“So how does a smooth punishment work?”
“He drops his pants and bends over a table, chair, or a disciplinary bench. Sometimes he lies flat on a bed.” I nodded toward the one behind me. “A bed like that.”
Toby’s gaze drifted toward it, as if picturing the scene. Slowly, he said, “And then you get on with it. With a paddle?”
“Yeah. That’s standard issue now for officers. I’ve got one on me, if you’re interested. But we also use tawses. Or belts.”
I rubbed the buckle of my belt, keeping my eyes on him. He was still leaning back in his chair, one hand resting just beneath his crotch. Was he teasing? Testing? Or was I reading into it too much?
I decided to take the risk and pushed on. “There used to be another method. One that was more personal. More… intimate.”
“Intimate? A spanking?”
“It can be. Especially if you’re spanking someone you care about. But that method wouldn’t be suitable for a detainee.”
“You’ve got me curious now. What method?”
“They called it over the knee. The disciplinarian would sit on a bench or chair, and the boy had to lower his pants and lie across their lap, bare bottom up.” I took a sip of beer, watching him. “It’s pretty intimate. Especially when you use your hand instead of an implement. Some would even say it’s a way of showing love.”
Toby shot me a mocking look. “Your bare hand on his bare ass. Yeah, that’s real intimate. Very loving.”
“Are you messing with me now?”
“Not at all. I mean it. A real heartfelt spanking from a hunky young officer - I can picture it perfectly… after a few more drinks.” He raised his beer again with a smirk.
I walked over to the window and pulled the curtain shut. “There. Now we’ve got real privacy.”
“We’ll need it,” he said, still sounding light, but with a more measured look in his eyes. “Especially if you’re going to keep talking about those... intimate disciplinary methods.”
I slid down against the wall and folded my arms.
“You sound curious.”
“Maybe.” He tilted his head slightly and gave his butt a casual rub. “Just hypothetically - how would that work on a boy of, say, eighteen?”
I kept my gaze fixed on him. There was something deliberately provocative in his posture, a bold challenge that begged for a response.
I let the silence stretch before I replied, “You’d have to experience it for yourself.”
“Oh yeah?” His mouth twitched with the start of a grin.
“Oh yeah.”
Toby stayed seated, waiting. He wanted me to make the first move.
I pushed off the wall and held out a hand. “On your feet.”
His eyes flicked to my hand, then back to my face. A fraction too long, as if he was weighing how serious I was. Then he took my hand and stood up slowly.
“And now?” he asked, casually - too casually.
He was watching me.
“Now…” I let my fingers slide briefly over his wrist before letting go. “Let’s see how well you understand authority.”
His laugh was soft, his breathing slightly heavier. “Can’t wait.”
“Drop your pants. All of them.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
He slowly unfastened the buttons, watching me the whole time. He pushed his jeans down to his knees, his briefs sliding down with them. He stood there, head bowed, the deference in his pose at odds with the growing hardness between his legs.
“Lie down,” I said, pointing to the bed.
He obeyed.
God, what a perfect butt. Two smooth, tight cheeks and a flawlessly shaped cleft.
I sat beside him, slid his shirt halfway up his back, and took a moment to admire this half-naked boy laid out before me. Then I began to spank him. Softly at first, in no rush, alternating from cheek to cheek.
His breathing deepened, a quiet moan escaping now and then. It grew more intense when I let my hand drift between his legs and found his swollen cock. Then I gave him a few more firm slaps, increasing the intensity bit by bit.
In a muffled voice Toby said, “Sir, could you knock it off? It’s starting to itch.”
That got him a few sharp smacks that really stung.
He reached back with one hand. “Fuck.”
“Was that an invitation?”
“Maybe.”
“You’ve got nerve, haven’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, then it’s time someone taught you some manners. What you just had was a warm-up. Now I’m going to give you a serious spanking, because I think you badly need one.”
“Maybe I do, sir.”
That was all the encouragement I needed. I launched into a firm volley, spanking him hard enough to make it absolutely clear who was in charge. He took it in silence, my hand cracking loudly against his gorgeous butt. I could only hope the walls of this compartment were as soundproof as I’d been told.
After a while - who knows how long - his ass had turned a beautiful, even red. I decided he’d had enough.
Gently, I stroked the heat I’d left behind, enjoying the warmth that lingered in his skin. My hand drifted again between his thighs, finding his still-stiff cock. Toby gave a soft sigh, clutching at one of the pillows. With both hands, I started massaging his back - slow, deliberate strokes. He seemed to melt under my touch. I pushed his shirt higher, all the way to his shoulders, and ran my fingers over the top of his back as well.
“Take off your shirt,” I said softly.
He did. God, those shoulders. Those arms. That outrageously beautiful body.
I tugged his jeans and briefs the rest of the way down, pulled off his shoes, and removed the last of his clothes. He lay there, fully naked, stretched out on the bed.
I couldn’t help myself - I started spanking him again. Slowly at first, then building in speed and force. By this time he was so far gone, I could’ve done anything to him.
Again, my hands roamed - his back, his ass, down his thighs with a teasing brush of what lay between, along his calves, his feet, then back up the sides of his body to his arms. His upper arms were solid and beautiful. Everything about him was perfect. I stroked his neck and hair, kissed his cheeks, and the soft golden curls around his face.
“Lie on your back,” I whispered into his ear.
His cock sprang up, proud and twitching, as he rolled over. When his hand moved to touch himself without permission, I gave it a sharp slap.
“Hands by your sides,” I said.
Reluctantly, he obeyed.
I began to stroke him again - his face, his neck, his smooth chest, and those wonderfully toned arms. Down to his legs, all the way to his feet, then slowly back up.
Toby was panting heavily now. “Florian, please... will you jerk me off? Please, I can’t hold it anymore.”
Beads of sweat trickled down his face. He pressed his hands into the mattress to keep them from finishing the job I had clearly claimed as mine. It was the most touching thing I’d ever seen.
I decided to stop teasing him. I took his cock in my hand and started to stroke him gently. But so much for drawing it out - after just a few strokes, his whole body jerked, and he came in powerful spurts, splattering across his pale, flawless skin.
He lay there, totally spent, breathing hard.
I grabbed a towel from my bag and cleaned him up, then lay down beside him and brushed my fingers through his hair.
He looked at me. “You know, you can do what I invited you to”, he said.
“What do you mean?”
“You know… what you said while you were spanking me.”
“Oh... that was a joke. You got that, right? I wasn’t actually planning to fuck you.”
“But you can,” Toby said, pressing gently. “I want you to.”
I kissed him tenderly on the mouth. “That’s really sweet of you, it is. But fucking means something special to me. It might surprise you, but I’ve never actually done it. I want to save it for a special moment. For when I’m really close to someone, when we’ve decided to share our lives. For me, sex like that seals the bond.”
“Oh. Right, so... you don’t want that now. Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up.”
“Don’t worry. I like you. A lot. But we only met tonight, and honestly, I don’t even know you yet.”
“No, you’re right. You don’t.”
“But I’d like to. I really would.”
“I’d like to know you too. I’d love that, if that’s even possible.”
“You probably think it’s silly that I’m making such a big deal about something as ordinary as sex.”
“No, not at all. I think it’s actually kind of romantic.” He nestled against me and rested his head on my shoulder.
We didn’t sleep for the first couple of hours. We talked about everything and nothing, touched each other, kissed, drank each other in. When I ran my hands over his ass, I realized the heat had mostly faded. His eyes met mine again with that same teasing look he’d given me earlier in the evening.
“So what would your colleagues think if they saw us like this?” he asked playfully. “Wouldn’t they say it’s highly irresponsible of you, jumping into bed with a boy you know absolutely nothing about?”
“Are you trying to earn yourself another spanking?”
“No, you wouldn’t do that to me. You look a bit tired, to be honest. Understandable at your age.”
Without warning, I dug my fingers into his bare belly. He shrieked - louder than when I spanked him.
“What, can’t handle that?” I said with sadistic delight. “Good to know.”
“No, I really can’t stand being tickled,” he gasped. “I’d rather take another spanking over that any day.”
“That’s not your decision to make. If I feel like tickling you, I’ll tickle you. So you’d better behave and stop provoking me.”
He gave me his most submissive look. “Well, sir, I’ll do my best to behave if that’s really what you want.”
I tickled him again, and he threw up his hands in surrender.
“Okay, okay! I give in!”
I laughed, rolled onto my back, and stared at the ceiling. “My dad would probably raise an eyebrow if he knew about this,” I said. “He’s a bit old-fashioned when it comes to this sort of thing. He’s in the police too.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. He works in anti-gang enforcement.”
“So it’s a family business then? The police?”
I ran a hand along his neck. “You could say that. But we’re nothing alike, really.”
“And he’d disapprove of you bringing strange boys to bed?”
“Disapprove might be too strong. I think he just worries I’ll get myself into trouble. He’s overly protective. It gets exhausting sometimes.”
“You shouldn’t say that. It means he cares. That’s a good thing.”
I looked at him, amused. “I wasn’t expecting that kind of reaction from you.”
“But it’s true, isn’t it?”
“Okay, yeah. You’ve got a point.”
We lay there chatting for a while longer until sleep started to take over. I held him close as he slowly drifted off in my arms. A perfect moment on a perfect night. Life couldn’t possibly be better than this.
****
The train neared its final destination as the landscape slowly awakened in the morning light. Wide fields rolled past, broken only by winding canals and ditches lined with reeds and willow trees.
“This is honestly the most luxurious breakfast I’ve ever had,” Toby said. His eyes roamed over the elegantly arranged platters - fresh-baked bread, fillets of salmon, exotic fruits, fragrant coffee. He could barely hide his astonishment, and his fingers trembled slightly as he poured himself a cup of steaming coffee.
“You’ve earned it,” I said. It made me happy to see him enjoying it.
He grabbed a slice of bread and hesitated over the four kinds of jam.
I slid a graceful glass jar of cherry preserve toward him. “This one’s amazing. Only fresh-picked cherries. No weird additives.”
“Okay, I’ll go with that.” He spread it eagerly. “Last night… it was incredible. A highlight, in more ways than one.”
“And the foreplay? Did you enjoy that too?”
“Oh, I’d managed to block that out.” He stuck out his lower lip in a mock pout. “That foreplay of yours really stung, you know.”
“That’s what you get for provoking me,” I said cheerfully. “Next time, maybe try showing a bit more respect for authority?”
Toby paused, jam knife in hand, and looked at me. “Next time? Oh... uh…”
“Yeah, of course. I’d really like to see you again. Wouldn’t you?”
“I’d love to. But we can’t. Your life and mine…” He gestured around him. “They don’t mix. I mean, last night was amazing, but it has to remain a one-time thing. You and I can’t be together. You get that, right?”
“Because I’m from the City and you’re from Outside? Toby, come on. That’s ridiculous. I know people might talk, but why should we care? It’s our life.”
“Florian, you don’t know anything about me.”
“Then let me find out.”
He lowered his eyes. “You can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because you wouldn’t want to know who I really am.”
“What do you mean? What’s so wrong with you?”
His eyes slid away. His fingers traced invisible lines on the table. His voice was barely a whisper. “Please don’t ask questions I can’t answer. Questions you don’t want answers to.”
“Toby…” My voice softened. “Are you in some kind of trouble?”
He gave a short, humorless laugh. “Florian, you don’t get it. This” - he gestured between us - “this can’t be. If the people at your work found out you were seeing me, you’d be in trouble. Real trouble. And I don’t want…” He broke off, breathing deeply as if swallowing something down. Then, firmly: “This has to remain one night. We can never see each other again.”
“Toby, you can’t mean that.”
“You don’t know who I am.” He looked at me again, but there was something in his gaze that held me at a distance. “You only see what you want to see. Because last night was nice. But if you knew the truth…” His voice cracked. And then it happened - a single tear rolled down his cheek. He didn’t wipe it away.
My chest tightened. I couldn’t let this happen.
I dropped to my knees in front of him without thinking. Wrapped my arms around him. Felt his body tense, resisting - and then melt into me. His face found my shoulder, his breath ragged against my neck.
“It’s okay,” I whispered, gently threading my fingers through his hair. “Whatever it is, it’s okay.”
He said nothing. But he held on. And for now, that was enough.
****
The shabby, peeling tram to the Outskirts was about to depart.
I cupped Toby’s face in both hands and made one last attempt, even though I knew better. “Is there really no changing your mind?”
“No. Really, I mean it,” Toby said. “It has to stay at this one night. A beautiful memory - for me, at least. You gave me something… something wonderful. Something I didn’t expect to ever feel.”
“What do you mean?”
His fingers brushed gently over my cheek, his other hand resting lightly on my hip.
“Last night, I felt truly happy. That’s a memory I’ll treasure for the rest of my life. You gave me that. Thank you.”
He kissed me - long, deep, and full of everything we couldn’t say. Then he stepped back with a faint smile, picked up his bag, and boarded the tram. A moment later, it pulled away with a groan and a screech.
I watched it go until it disappeared from view. Then I turned and slowly made my way back to my comfortable, well-ordered City life, with a weight in my chest I didn’t know what to do with.
