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. 

Their time at Oxford was up, as both Brad and Simon were to graduate that summer in the third year of their living together as an item. Brad had read Mathematics and obtained a 2/1 degree. Simon had read Literae humaniores, nicknamed Greats, a course focused on classics (Ancient Rome, Ancient Greece, Latin language, ancient Greek language and philosophy) and had obtained not only a first-class honours degree, but a starred first to boot.  Their main preoccupation at that moment was how to preserve their life together as it had become unthinkable for either of them to say good-bye to the other after three glorious years of living, sleeping and fucking each other as an item; in a word they were practically joined at the hip and to break them apart now would be like trying to separate Siamese twins.

When the results were announced, Simon had been awarded a starred first – a rare honour indeed – and the College had immediately offered him a research fellowship with the prospect of gaining a doctorate and becoming a full-time university lecturer and a fellow of the college. So initially the two of them planned around this one concrete fact and Brad, who had decided to embark on a career as a school teacher, enrolled for a teaching training course in Oxford, so the pressure of what the two of them should do to preserve their relationship was put off for another year.

However, in the last week of August tragedy struck, and their future together was reduced to nought. Had it not been so devastatingly tragic, it would have been funny.  Simon literally slipped on the proverbial banana skin, which some thoughtless child had thrown onto the pavement in the High Street, fell into the road and was hit by an oncoming car and banged his head severely. He was taken immediately to hospital but was pronounced dead on arrival. No one was to blame; Simon had simply and fallen into the street and had been hit by the car, the driver of which had no warning of what was about to happen and was totally blameless. At the inquest he was totally exonerated and a verdict of death by misadventure was recorded.

Brad, in complete and utter shock, was completely bereft. It seemed inconceivable that, in the blink of an eye, he had been robbed of his life’s partner, for that is how the two of them had come to think of each other after three years together. But that was the situation which Brad had to face; Simon was gone forever and nothing Brad could do could ever change that. Brad took over the lease on Simon’s flat in which they had lived together for the past three years and slept alone in the bed he had shared for three years with Simon: a bed, in which he had under Simon’s superior tutelage refined his own sexual techniques to a level which few even know exists, let alone aspire to. 

He had even come to terms with the twice monthly arse beatings which he had promised Simon when they first started to cohabit. These strictly private, pre-sex beatings, applied to Simon’s splendidly fuckable arse, coupled with the regular pre-sex beatings he inflicted on his partner of the evening at the Brotherhood meetings, had totally changed his views on corporal punishment. At first, he had viewed wielding the cane on Simon’s naked arse with considerable distaste; a fact of life he had come to accept, as he had quickly become totally besotted by Simon.

But gradually, as he was obliged to beat his way through his various partners at meetings of the Brotherhood, he discovered that what had originally been an anathema to him, had now become a source of considerable pleasure.  He was forced to admit to himself, as Simon had astutely observed, that he had a hidden, sadistic side to his character, of which he had hitherto not been aware.  In fact, so much and so quickly did his love of administering the cane develop that in their second year together, Simon had been delighted when his reluctant, erstwhile, disapproving partner offered to beat him more often than their initial twice a month verbal agreement.

But even though Brad became very efficient in making the rattan cane deliver its painful message to young men’s naked arses, he himself still thought that the devotees of a pre-copulation beating, on whose arses he lavished his percussive care, were out of their minds. So, although he had come to enjoy beating other men, he was never tempted to allow anyone, not even Simon, to beat his arse. After that first meeting of the Brotherhood at which he had been chosen, by the luck of the draw, to partner Simon, who had, on that occasion, given him his first  and only experience of the very doubtful joys of the cane, he had drawn the line; once had been quite enough for Brad.  But as Simon had said: “There were horses for courses, and it takes all sorts to make up the world.” If other men welcomed the attention he gave to their arses with the cane, an act he had come to enjoy with considerable relish, then why not?

He was not short of friends to console him in his grief at the loss of Simon, for in the three years since he had joined the Brotherhood he had become one of its most popular members, both from the vigour with which he fucked his co-copulators with the well-beaten arses they all craved prior to sex, as well as his acknowledged expertise in the act of anal sex which he lavished on his friends. But somehow without Simon, things were no longer the same. Even though Simon and he, as agreed with the others, had never functioned as partners at any of the meetings of the Brotherhood, Simon’s presence as senior founder-figure and active participant at all the gatherings had been totally reassuring and his absence was now sorely missed; not only by Brad, but by all.

With Simon gone, Brad now became, on account of his impressive physique and large, sexual endowment, the Alpha-male of the group: a sort of father figure who beat and fucked arse, but whose own arse was sacrosanct and was never beaten. Without Simon, around whom his very active, private sex-life had revolved, his only other regular sexual activities were with other members of the Brotherhood, whose meetings he continued to attend and actively participate in. Simon’s untimely demise led him quickly to acknowledge to himself that, of what was now left, gay sex and wielding the cane, had become the most indispensable activities in his life.

Brad, along with his special status in the Brotherhood as the only member with an unbeaten arse, was also very popular with his friends. His efforts with the cane on his friends’ buttocks had come to be much appreciated; he alone had the knack of giving the cane that final flick of the wrist just before it mates with its naked target, imparting an extra sting to its bite.  Brad was also much appreciated, as Simon too had been, for the exceptional size of his cock, which he used with great vigour on his friends at the Brotherhood meetings. As Simon had observed: “a good big’un, always beats a good little’un,” which, like many of Simon’s numerous mantras, turned out to be quite true.

After the shock of Simon’s sudden demise had somewhat dissipated, as usually happens with time, several members of the Brotherhood took to coming around to the flat where they all knew that Simon and Brad had lived together as a couple and offered their services to Brad as they knew that without Simon, he was very lonely.  So, in addition to his participation in the meetings of the Brotherhood, Brad was offered the sexual comfort of a series of friends to fill the sexual void left by Simon’s death. Gradually, over a few months, sexually cosseted as he was, Brad slowly came to terms with his loss. Nobody, or so he then thought, could ever replace Simon; but like the bereaved surviving member of most couples – Queen Victoria excepted – he realised, aged still only 23 that life had to go on, although at that moment, he did not know how it could.

Continued in Chapter 12