The Portrait of a Strict Disciplinarian

New readers should start reading this novel at Chapter 1.  The chapters do not stand alone, but are sequential components of an erotic novel in which there are 36 chapters in all, which are intended to be read in numerical order. 

Before the actual move took place, there had been some very serious discussion between them.  The sticking point in their relationship was the question of Simon’s penchant for having his arse beaten before sex: flagellation prior to copulation. Brad finally agreed to indulge his lover – for that is what they had truly become – and to beat his arse as a prelude to sex, but not more twice each month. But the act of pre-coital flagellation was never going to be mutual, as Brad totally refused ever to allow Simon to cane him. It is a sign of just how much Simon wanted to be with Brad that he finally, grudgingly agreed to this restriction. In fact, if Brad had insisted that the canings be dropped completely from their relationship, Simon was just so much in love with him that he would have agreed. In many ways, love and the sex drive are kindred emotions as they both lead people who are in love to do things that they would never normally do.

But there was another thorny question to settle: that of their future relationship with the Brotherhood.  Brad quite rightly argued that he was not really a member of the Brotherhood as he had been invited by his friend, Jeremy, on one occasion only to just one of their meetings. The fact that he and Simon had become an item so quickly was not in itself a good reason to become a full member of the Brotherhood, as there was no way he wanted to have his arse thrashed even just one more time, let alone regularly; in his view it was just a perversion.

“And anyway, Simon, even if I did agree to become a member, I would be the odd man out, as I would be the only one not to be willing to have his arse thrashed prior to sex.  I have no objection to being fucked by a group of guys or to fucking them at a club fuck-fest. In fact, to be honest, I rather enjoy being foot-loose and fancy-free from time to time as it adds spice to the daily grind. But there is no way I am voluntarily going to have my own arse thrashed prior to being fucked. It is just a non-starter; so, forget it.”

“Brad, let me tell you something you have probably not appreciated. You saw all the guys naked. Well, you and I together, cannot be primus inter pares – first among equals – as only one of us can be first. But we were certainly the two Alpha males at the gathering when we first met the other night. Usually we draw lots at each meeting to decide who partners whom that evening. Well, before you arrived on the scene, the others were always hoping that I would be drawn as their partner for the evening. It’s a question of cock-size, you see; it’s simply that a good big’un always beats a good little’un. And until your arrival, I was always the biggest cock present and, therefore, the most desirable partner in the eyes of the others. But when you stripped off and they saw what you had to offer, their eyes almost popped out of their heads; now they had two Alpha-males on hand as potential partners. So, just try to imagine their disappointment when on that first occasion, the luck of the draw landed you and me together. Of course, at that moment, neither of us knew how rapidly things would develop between us and that within a few days we would be living together.”

“I am telling you all his because I, personally, as a founder member of the Brotherhood, would like to remain a member of the group as, quite frankly, like you I too enjoy the diversion of a little recreational sex with a variety of other guys as distinct from the sort of committed relationship which you and I have.  Look upon it as going out to dinner with a group of friends and having a good time for the evening. Anyway, I want you to become a member of the Brotherhood as I think that you also enjoy the pleasure which non-committal sex offers, which is the whole ethos of the Brotherhood. Come on, Brad, we are all young and it’s fun to fuck around with no strings attached, which is exactly what we do when we meet as a group a couple of times a month and enjoy a fun evening of recreational, lustful fucking.  Now, before you begin to object and tell me that you are not interested in having your arse beaten prior to getting laid, I think that as a senior founding member I will be able to swing that with the others.”

“As I said earlier, and with no false modesty, you and I were undoubtedly the two top cocks present at the last meeting. And when, by the luck of the draw, you were paired with me, the others were all green with envy.  I think that if you were to agree to beat your partner for the evening, whilst not being beaten yourself, that the fact that you would be contributing a totally exceptional piece of man-meat to the proceedings would swing it. Look, Brad, be realistic. What the other guys all basically want is to be fucked by a partner with an exceptionally big dick, which is exactly what you and I have. So, if we two were also to agree that we would not partner each other at any of our gatherings, then the chance of getting their arse fucked by a partner with a big cock would increase for the others.”

“And make no mistake; it is cock size which is the most important factor in what we are doing at the Brotherhood meetings; a big cock is the name of the game. So, Brad, what do you say? Shall we give it a whirl? You know that you enjoy fucking around with other guys as much as I do myself. And I think an evening of superficial, non-serious, but nevertheless agreeable sex with a number of different guys, will make us appreciate each other even more when you and I make true love together. And that, my friend is what sets you and me apart from the others: we make love together, whereas at the Brotherhood meetings, the guys just flog and fuck each other.” 

So that is how Brad came to join the Brotherhood. And he enjoyed every minute of the meetings for the next three years, during which time he and Simon completed their university studies and eventually graduated. At the first meeting Brad attended as a member, he found himself paired with his old friend Jeremy; and the toss of the coin gave him first fuck and also the obligation to beat his partner’s arse. As he looked down at Jeremy’s muscular buns, before he actually delivered his first stroke of nine with the cane, which was the standard tariff of the group for the pre-coital beatings, he suddenly found that his cock was already fully aroused.

And it was at that moment that Brad suddenly realised fully for the first time that he was actually enjoying what he was doing. He was forced to admit to himself that inflicting pain on Jeremy’s arse gave him a great deal of pleasure; so much so that by the time he had finished beating Jeremy, he was sexually fully aroused and his cock was already dripping precum. And on that first occasion he did not hold back either with the cane or his cock on Jeremy as he felt his friend owed him one; Jeremy emerged from the experience as the proud owner of a both well beaten and well fucked arse.

In spite of his misgivings about being a misfit – a square peg in a round hole – with the other members of the Brotherhood, Simon’s predictions proved correct. The members all welcomed Brad as an exceptional member, due to the unique, mouth-watering magnificence of the additional man-meat he brought to the meetings. What Simon had said all proved to be true; it was the size and potential availability of Brad’s cock to the members that had swung it. But once the other members had experienced the full force of Brad’s cock up their arses, he was universally recognised, along with Simon, as one of the two top cocks of the group. 

What Simon had suspected also proved to be correct. As Brad became accustomed to wielding the cane on the naked arse of his partner for the evening, he saw that he really did enjoy making others suffer. Simon had been quite right; Brad had a latent sadistic side to his nature, which now blossomed into an activity which he positively enjoyed. At first, when he realised that beating arse had become a pleasure for him rather than an obligation, he felt ashamed of himself. But after discussion with Simon, he made peace with his own conscience and accepted himself for what he was.  Just as Simon had predicted, he was like a lot of other men and Schadenfreude, now liberated from his psyche, was part of his make-up, from which he could not escape. As Simon succinctly put it: “Man cannot walk away from his own shadow.”

And so it was that Bradley Caine came to serve for three years as the chief purveyor of pain from the rattan cane to the naked backsides of a group of gay young men. In fact his apprenticeship to the task lasted only a few weeks, for once he had overcome his initial revulsion for what he was expected to do and become accustomed to beating the arse of his partner for the evening, he finally admitted to himself that he enjoyed that aspect of the proceedings as much as he enjoyed fucking the arse he had just beaten; flagellation, followed immediately by copulation, became a key pleasure of his life. So, like so many things in life, chance, in the form of that invitation from Jeremy to attend a Brotherhood evening as a guest now three years ago, was to prove a decisive factor in changing Brad’s outlook on life, which was to condition his entire future career.

Continued in Chapter 11