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. 

In the car on the way to the station in Cambridge, Brad said: “You know DD, I suspect from the way he looked at me, that the old boy already knows about us; and by that, I mean about what we got up to last night.”

“Too bloody true he does. He set up the whole thing so that we could spend some time together. In case you had not already realised it, let me put you in the picture; our revered Headmaster is one of us; he’s as queer as that much maligned bird, the proverbial coot.  And the pressing appointment he had to go to yesterday afternoon was a myth. He quite purposely left you – and I say this with no false modesty – in my capable hands, not to mention my other considerable physical attributes, which I believe I can say with some pride I demonstrated to you very convincingly last night.  He clearly wanted you to join the staff in this god-forsaken place and arranged for you to meet me in the hope that we would hit it off together and that you would see some virtue in coming here, rather than seeking a place at some prestigious boy’s public school.”

“I don’t suppose he bothered to tell you that the other applicants for the post you have accepted, three of whom actually came here for an interview, took one look at the place and turned around and left? Not surprisingly, given his bent – no pun intended, by the way – I guess the old boy indulged in a spot of what he saw as match-making.  He had long been aware of my sexual orientation and was aware that I was not committed to anyone in particular, and as he did not wish to lose me as a valued member of his staff, he threw the two of us together in the hope that we might stick.  And do you know what he did after he had left you to my tender care? Well, let me tell you.  He went off to the house he lives in in the grounds of this school, where he indulged himself in the same sort of activity as he hoped we would get up to, with his so-called valet cum general factotum, a highly sexed, younger man called Jonathan, whom he somehow managed to rescue from a juvenile prison. How do I know all this? Because from time to time, by way of a diversion, Jonathan and I have had sex together and he has told me what goes on behind the closed doors of the Headmaster’s house.”

“It transpires that our boss, in his private life, is quite a swinger. Now don’t get me wrong; I don’t criticise the man for having a lover, even though the guy he is fucking is young enough to be his son; in fact, I doubt that he is even yet 20. So, I say, good luck to the old boy if he can get it! But Jonathan tells me that it is very much a one-way business between him and the Headmaster; what the old boy wants is a young arse with a tight anus to fuck and Jonathan supplies both. But as Jonathan is also totally gay, he and I have had it off with one another from time to time to break the monotony of both our lives.  And I can tell you from my own personal experience that our friend Jonathan is a bloody good fuck as well as being absolutely first-class with his cock himself.”

“But as far as the Headmaster is concerned, Jonathan is sort of an up-market toy-boy.  Don’t get me wrong; Jonathan is not complaining as he is basically very well treated. I suspect that the Headmaster knows Jonathan has it off with me and a few of the younger guards from time to time; but he is sufficiently worldly-wise to ignore it.  He himself gets what he wants and is satisfied; so why stop Jonathan occasionally enjoying himself with other younger guys?  Brad, I have to tell you that the Headmaster is a really good guy, doing a job few would want; he looks out for all his staff and supports them. And believe me, Brad, with the job you have taken on, you are going to need all the support you can get in controlling these rough-neck, serial, unreformable delinquents we are trying to reform.”

It was as Brad had suspected, the Headmaster knew everything; well not quite everything, as he had not witnessed Brad and DD as they exercised themselves on each other.  But he was aware that he had set the two of them off down a certain road, which only time would tell if they chose to follow. Brad had remained silent in the car whilst DD talked on. But he had noticed that DD had said that the Headmaster was aware that he was not committed to anyone in particular.  If that were true, it resolved everything that was worrying Brad about jumping into a closer relationship with DD. If, in fact, DD was foot-loose and fancy-free, as now seemed to be the case, then Brad would have no qualms in fostering what appeared to be, from last night’s experience, a highly promising, long-term relationship between the two of them.

In his heart, Brad knew that he shared DD’s thoughts on what had passed between them last night; and he also knew, being completely honest with himself, he had enjoyed having sex with DD more than any casual relationship he had had with any member of the Brotherhood since Simon’s death. But now as he analysed his innermost thoughts, he went even further, as he acknowledged to himself that he had enjoyed having sex with DD just as much as he had done with Simon. After Simon’s death, he had never thought that anyone could replace him as the love of his life; but he now he saw that he had been wrong. Totally out of the blue, in much the same way as Simon had, by chance – literally by the luck of a draw – become part of his life, fate had now thrown him together with DD. Time, that great and silent healer, had palliated the grief he had experienced at losing the man who had been the love of his life and now here was DD, who, he was sure, would prove a worthy successor. But he just had to reassure himself definitively that DD had no attachments to anyone else. He just did not wish to become emotionally attached to someone and find himself in a ménage à trois; for Brad, it had to be all or nothing.

So, as the journey towards Cambridge progressed, Brad tried very gently to probe DD on the state of his relationships with other gay men. And it slowly became evident that DD was, in truth, foot-loose and fancy free and not committed to anyone in particular.  And as the conversation progressed, it turned out that the very sexually active DD O’Sullivan had a wide circle of like-minded, casual friends, who met on a regular basis for sex, in much the same way as did the Brotherhood to which Brad still belonged in Oxford. Brad did not mind in the least that DD spread his undoubted sexual talents around as he and Simon had done the same. Variety was the spice of life but enjoyable though it was to have sex with other unattached young studs of the same persuasion as oneself, Brad craved what I suppose must be described as a stable home life with one partner.

Fine, he and that partner could jointly enjoy recreational sex with its essentially transient nature outside of their own stable relationship, which was always there and was the foundation of their life together.  Simon and Brad had together been absolutely solid, unbreakable equals:  two young guys, each of whom adored the other, but both of whom were, at the same time, gay swingers.  And that was still the sort of relationship which Brad now dreamed of recreating with DD.  But the two of them parted at Cambridge station without any declaration from Brad of his future intentions. He liked DD tremendously and he knew they were sexually totally compatible; but he just had to be absolutely certain about DD’s unattached status, before he made any commitment.

For the next two weeks, until Christmas, Brad busied himself with clearing up his affairs in Oxford. He informed the university of his intention of quitting the teacher training course and made arrangements with his landlord to relinquish the flat at the end of December: the flat where he and Simon had first met at that meeting of the Brotherhood some three years previously: the flat in which he had had his first – and only – taste of the cane on his own arse, but which had led to his becoming an expert with the cane himself, which in turn had led to his new post at Moulton Midmarsh. It was therefore understandable that it was not without some regret that he prepared to relinquish the place where he had spent three glorious years with Simon.  However, Simon was but a memory and no longer there, and the imperative demands of his own young body for sex could not be ignored for long. In those final two weeks before Christmas, in spite of his thoughts of a future, potential, concrete relationship with DD, he had no qualms about satisfying his body’s need for regular sex with several individual members of the Brotherhood.

It was on December 22nd three days before Christmas that he opened the door in answer to a knock and to his immense surprise – and it has to be added – delight, found a smiling DD standing there. “Well, hello, Brad, my lad,” DD began, laying on his Irish brogue with a spade, “I was just passing through and as I knew you were shortly leaving, I wondered if you needed a hand with anything; or if not actually a hand, then I would be happy to render  you any other service you might desire.  Anyway, now that I am here, why don’t you invite me in?”

“DD, it’s great to see you again, but what on earth are you doing here in Oxford and to where, as you put it, are you just passing through? And how did you know where to find me? Come on DD, ’fess up; why exactly are you here?”

“Brad, mi’lad, you are a man of the world; a man of considerable ability; a man of considerable experience in matters of the heart; a man who is no doubt, familiar with the expression; absence makes the heart grow fonder. Well to level with you, after our first – how shall I put it delicately? – intimate experiences together,  when you visited Moulton Midmarsh, my heart has grown ever fonder of you in your absence; and so, having vacation days owing to me, which the school rules oblige me to take before the end of the year, I decided to pay you a visit. And our revered, matchmaking Headmaster was only too happy to provide me with your address here in Oxford.  So I drove over here and, as you can see, here I am ready to serve you in any way you desire; and, I do mean in any way. Your word, as the saying has it, is my command, O Great One!”

By this time Brad was laughing at the Irish blarney of his unexpected, but welcome visitor. 

But DD had not yet finished his peroration as he continued: “So, Brad, what I had thought was that we could spend Christmas together and if you are so inclined, indulge ourselves again in what are referred to in polite society as the pleasures of the flesh. Then straight after Christmas, we could pack up your things and I would drive us both back to the delights of that dump of a place called Moulton Midmarsh, which although not in any way comparable to Oxford, does have other compensations.”

“So, let me get this straight, DD; you have come all this way on the off-chance that I would be twiddling my thumbs and alone over Christmas? But what about your friends at Moulton Midmarsh; did you have no one special with whom you could spend the holidays?”

Brad now saw that DD’s surprise visit was a confirmation of just how much he was attracted to him. DD had already expressed, in no uncertain terms, based on one night together, that he and Brad were made for each other.  For DD to have driven a considerable distance on the off-chance that Brad would be there – and free – showed an extraordinary single-mindedness of purpose.  It indicated to Brad, just how keen DD was in nurturing a dream of a long-term relationship with him, based on their first, brief, one-night, stand together; and what a quasi-orgiastic night that had been. But as Brad now admitted to himself, looking back on how he and Simon had been flung together completely by chance, it had also been more or less love at first sight between them. Brad had to face the facts that although he had not declared himself to DD, he knew that they both had what is commonly called, the hots for each other.

“So, DD, you have not abandoned your best friend in hot-footing it over here to see me?”

“Brad, I don’t have any best friend, so if that’s all that is bothering you, you can forget it.  Brad, let me spell out to you things exactly as they are. I am in the same state as you are at the moment. I am not ashamed of, nor do I attempt to hide the fact that I am a sexually active gay man: no let me rephrase that: I am a sexually very active gay man: a guy who needs regular sex to be able to survive. I am, in the terms usually used to define my present unattached state, foot-loose and fancy free; and as such I make no excuse for the fact that I play the field for all it is worth; I have to, to satisfy my own sexual drive; otherwise I would go mad and finish up raping the older boys, whom I am supposed to be teaching; although from the lascivious looks I get from many of them, I guess they would not say no.”

But DD had not yet finished: “So, Brad, to put your mind at rest, the reason I came over here was because I wanted desperately to continue, to pick up on, to nurture, to further – choose any expression you want – what I perceived to be the start of a potentially great relationship between you and me.  Brad, cards on the table, the experience I had with you when we met at the School was, for me, mind-blowing.  I had never before had a sexual experience the likes of which we enjoyed together the other day. And when I say, which we enjoyed together, I really mean it;  I felt both as I fucked you, which I desperately wanted to do from the moment I first clapped my eyes on you, as well as when you fucked me, that you and I were both singing from the same hymn-sheet. I somehow just knew from the moment I first saw you, that we were destined for each other.”

“Come on, Brad, admit it; you know as well as I do that what we had together was not just two randy guys getting off with one another and that our coupling went much deeper than that.  We both knew from the very moment the Headmaster introduced us that there was that instantaneous chemistry between us that would affect our both of our destinies if we let it.  Brad, I do not normally believe in fate, but in this case I suspect that there was some divine force which engineered our meeting and destined us to be together.  So, there you have it, Brad; for me it was love at first sight. Believe me when I say, that I have never in my life, felt for any man the way I feel about you. I have had lots of sex partners, but until I met you, I hadn’t met anyone to whom I wanted to hitch myself; I can but repeat that for me, it was love at first sight. Can you now see why I hot-footed it over here as soon as I could, because I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you?”

“After what you told me about your recent loss of Simon, I can fully understand that you may be feeling that no other guy could ever replace him – could ever be a good as he was. But I would like to think that as a result of what what we had together, on the one night we had sex, you might see that the future was not as bleak as you imagined it to be. Look, Brad, you are not the first guy, nor will you be the last, to lose the love of your life at such a young age. It happens all the time not only to gays like us, but also to regular couples where the one partner in what was a perfect relationship is suddenly, for some inexplicable reason, no more.  So even if you are not yet ready to commit yourself to another firm relationship, you certainly still need sex in your life, as you both told me and showed me in no uncertain terms when we were together.”

“You see, what I am trying to say to you is that in the same way as you knew more or less immediately on first meeting Simon, that he was the guy for you, well, that is exactly how I now feel about you.  Now I appreciate that is not the same for you on this occasion as it was when you first met Simon, as you lived together for over three years as a couple, which makes it difficult for you to adjust to your loss and accept that there might be another guy out there who could measure up to your first love. But for me, a guy – who has never experienced until now the certainty of the way I feel about you, I am in exactly the same state as you were when you first met Simon; I am desperate to try to convince you that I could become the most important man in your life, which is why I have come all this way to see you again.”

“Just look at us; we are a well-matched pair both physically and emotionally. I think we made a great start together and I enjoyed every moment of the time we spent fucking each other and I would sincerely like it to continue. Brad, is there any hope for us of a future together? And if you are not able or willing to say yes right now, then could we not at least try and see how compatible we are; to attempt to build on what we experienced that first time together? Frankly, Brad, with you around at the school all the time straight after Christmas, I would go stark raving mad, if we did not try to make something of what I think  could be a marvellous relationship. Unless I have not made myself clear, Bradley Caine, I am completely and utterly in love with you.”

Brad had listened in complete silence to this somewhat unexpected, but highly emotional outpouring and declaration from DD.  And he saw just what a mental turmoil DD must have gone through in the two weeks since they had first met. Quite clearly DD felt the same way about him, as he himself had felt about Simon after their first meeting. Both of them had had been hit by what the French call a coup de foudre – love at first sight.

“DD, everything you have just said is quite true. It is a fact that after losing Simon, I thought that no one could ever replace him; that no other man could ever measure up to him. But the one night you and I spent together showed me how wrong I was.  DD you are not at all the same as Simon, but believe me when I say that you are, in your own very different way, just as attractive a man and sex partner, in a way that none of my friends at the Brotherhood has proved to be, but with whom, since Simon’s death, I have continued to find the regular sex without which, like you, I cannot live.”

“Sex with members of the Brotherhood, other than Simon, was always and has remained since his death, what I refer to as a socially recreational experience. There has never been, nor will there ever be, that feeling of bonding between me and any of my Brotherhood sex partners that I had with Simon. Now, don’t get me wrong; I have always enjoyed having sex at the Brotherhood and, quite frankly, without their support after Simon’s death, I would have been a basket case. So, until you came along, completely out of the blue, I thought that what Simon and I had had together could never be recaptured; however, that one night with you proved me quite wrong.”

“Now I know that you were disappointed when I did not overtly embrace our first union as wholeheartedly fulsomely as you did.  But you put your finger on the reason when you said that you understood how difficult it was for me to accept that there might possibly be someone out there, who could replace Simon.  Well, in the brief time we spent together that night two weeks ago you did, in fact, convince me that there was what might be called life after Simon for me. I enjoyed enormously – at least as much as you – what we did to and for each other, and, quite frankly, I was as convinced as you were that we had somehow been destined to meet; sexually we are completely compatible.  But the reason why I did not say all this at the time, is that I did not want to throw myself blindly into a promising new relationship and then find that the guy whom I had seen as my prospective future, long-term partner was already committed to someone else or was a dedicated lone-wolf, who preferred to play the field and have casual, uncommitted sex with a number of different guys.”

“Now, DD, don’t get me wrong; I personally see no reason not to have non-committed, casual sex with other guys, provided that there is a true and stable relationship with one guy behind it. That is what Simon and I had with the Brotherhood; we two were joined at the hip, but we both enjoyed the casual sex we were able to have with the members of the Brotherhood. I flatter you not, DD, when I say that you are physically an extremely attractive young guy, with a beautiful body and a cock to die for, which, as I learned from our one night together, you know only too well how to use for its intended purpose. But I did wonder why someone as attractive as you you were not already hitched up with some other guy more or less permanently as Simon and I had been. But now I learn that you really are foot-loose and fancy free, basically because you had not met the guy with whom you fancied founding a long-term relationship – until you met me, that is.”

“Well, DD, let me tell you that I thought our one night together was absolutely, fucking marvellous. That’s the word, fucking, used in its most vulgar and practically meaningless context and has nothing at all to do with the sexual act of copulation, for which it is a much-used vulgar synonym. And so, my friend, I am overjoyed by your visit and to hear that I am the only object of your – dare I use the expression – amorous intentions?  I am quite agreeable; indeed I am chomping at the bit, to strengthen what was a brief first encounter. DD, in plain straightforward English, I am as keen on you as you have declared yourself to be on me.”

“Now, before you start to strip me naked and rape me, calm yourself and husband your forces and allow me to tell you that tonight is the Christmas meeting of the Brotherhood. It is the last meeting I shall attend. All my friends there know that I am leaving Oxford and with that, the Brotherhood too, and I suspect that they might have prepared a farewell surprise for me. Bu as you are now here, what I  thought was that you might like to come along to the meeting as a guest, in much the same way as I first did before I became a full member. But I have to warn you that if you do come along, you will find a group of stark-raving-mad, sado-masochists, who actually enjoy both having their own arses beaten and beating the arses of their Brotherhood friends prior to sex. And I will just remind you that I personally have a very special status at the Brotherhood meetings, in that I beat arse, but by general agreement never have to submit my own backside to the caress of the cane. I should also tell you that since Simon’s death I have become the unspoken, de facto, Alpha-male male of the group as I have the largest cock, which if you choose to come to the meeting tonight, will, of course, take second place to your own splendid equipment, which just pips mine at the post.” 

DD, of course, could not resist accepting the invitation as he was curious to meet Brad’s Oxford friends. But additionally, as he was much like Brad in his attitude to gay casual sex, he also enjoyed an evening of free-style fucking. And as for the danger of getting his own arse whacked, well if that happened, it was a price worth paying; or so he thought until push did come to shove and it actually happened.  DD’s arse had never ever tasted the cane and so he had no personal experience of the utterly excruciating pain that a well-wielded rattan cane could deliver. However, that very evening he was destined to find out.

The Brotherhood meeting was to take place in the house of one of the members. When Brad and DD arrived a few minutes late, as Brad had done on the occasion of his first meeting over three years ago, they found that the assembled company had already stripped off and was waiting for the evening’s proceedings to begin. Brad introduced DD as his new colleague from Moulton Midmarsh. And when Brad and DD now stripped off, the eyes of the others glistened with appreciation as they saw the splendid physique and the huge rock-hard cock Brad’s guest brought to the proceedings. But as Brad was now to learn, the evening was not to follow its normal pattern of drawing lots for partners and tossing a coin to settle who should beat whom.

Brad’s Brotherhood friends had decided that as this was to be his last appearance, they would pay homage to his undoubted ability with the cane, and requested him to beat each and every one of them, before going on to give each of them a farewell taste of his cock in the form of a four or five stroke shafting. After this event, totally unforeseen by Brad himself, the evening would revert to the normal, freestyle Brotherhood fuck-fest. Of course, DD, much to his horror, was obliged to participate in this extraordinary demonstration of flagellation followed by anal copulation. On his unique occasion, in endowing Brad with the pleasure of beating and fucking every member present that evening, the Brotherhood showed just how much Brad was appreciated and how much he would be missed in future.

Seven chairs were arranged backs-to-seats in a row and each of the six Brotherhood members present bent across the back of a chair and presented his naked arse to the rigours of the cane, the pain of which they all craved so much. DD, who did not wish to be thought of as a wimp, could do no other than follow suit and bent over the seventh chair, presenting his hitherto unflogged, virgin buttocks to the not-so-tender- loving-care of Brad’s cane. Brad found himself presented with what had to be a unique spectacle: a series of seven arses, all of which, except DD’s, were eagerly awaiting his ministrations with the cane.

DD, who had not taken Brad’s warning seriously, was feeling very uneasy about what was now about to happen to him. I suppose he had the same fear running through his body, as had countless public schoolboys over the years, as they were forced, for the first time, to submit their naked backsides to that much employed, but now totally banned, scourge of public school life: the rattan cane. DD found himself much as Brad had done on his first visit to a Brotherhood meeting, wishing wholeheartedly that he had never agreed to submit himself to such a stupid indignity. But what was done was done; and there was no way of chickening out of what was about to happen.  Like Brad had done years ago, he would just have to grin and bear it. But in the end he would have the undoubted pleasure that always goes with free and easy uncommitted sex with a number of other guys.

“My friends,” said Brad, making a short formal speech, “I am totally overwhelmed by the honour you have bestowed on me at my last meeting of the Brotherhood.  I don’t imagine any of you realise that it is the expertise gained over three years of beating your ever-willing arses, which has provided me with the key requirement in my new post, which is that of Chief Disciplinarian at Moulton Midmarsh, an approved school which aims to reform dangerous young delinquents before releasing them into society again. And it is with immense pleasure that I undertake this, my very last consensual beating at a Brotherhood meeting; and what an exhilarating experience it promises to be for me.”

“However, before I begin my flagellation swansong on your ever welcoming buttocks, may I say that although I have come to love the act of inflicting pain on you, my friends, I have to tell you that I still think you are all stark raving mad to allow anyone to beat you the way I have done over the past three years. But as Simon, my much missed, late partner in life said: there are horses for courses, and I acknowledge with gratitude that you have all accepted me as a member of the Brotherhood, without ever obliging me to run on yours. I had the pleasure – and, believe me, it was truly a pleasure – of beating three, riotous, young inmates at Moulton Midmarsh Reform School during my visit there some two weeks ago; and I can tell you quite categorically that I felt much more at ease in inflicting pain on their deserving arses than I have ever done in caning you, my friends, even though you want me to do so. So, as you have requested, I can but echo the words attributed originally to Hercules: et ludos incipere: let the games begin!”

And with that, Brad, cane in hand, stark naked and sporting his signature, enormous erection, started the somewhat challenging, but deliciously inviting prospect of delivering the nine traditional, pre-copulation, no-holds-barred, swingeing cuts with the cane to seven arses, of which six were welcoming, whilst the one owned by DD was definitely not. With three years Brotherhood experience of beating arse, Brad was no slouch when it came to laying on the cane, but never before had he been offered such a magnificent, simultaneous array of willing buttocks to thrash and then – the jam on the cake – to be requested by the owners of the arses he had just thrashed to go on and sequentially fuck all six of them. How often, if ever, was a young man presented with such an embarras de richesses – an embarrassment of riches? A cornucopia of the two things he absolutely enjoyed most I life: beating bare-arse and then going on to fuck what he had just beaten. The introduction to the pleasures of both activities he owed entirely to the Brotherhood.  It then suddenly hit him that his undoubted natural ability and affinity with the cane might never have been revealed to him had it not been for that first invitation from his friend Jeremy to attend a Brotherhood meeting.

Brad had every intention of making this, his last appearance at a Brotherhood meeting, as memorable for his friends as possible. But, to quote Robert Burns: “The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.” And that is exactly what happened. It is a well-known fact that the act of inflicting corporal punishment is, in itself, a very erotic act, which, more often than not, leads to sexual arousal in the flagellator, but often also in the flagellated. And that is, of course, exactly what happened to Brad. He was so overwhelmed by the erotic aspects of what he was doing that by the time he had delivered the standard Brotherhood tariff of nine strokes to his first three friends, his cock was already leaking precum like a dripping tap. By the time he had finished with his sixth, postulant friend, without any manual encouragement at all, he saw he was on the verge of an orgasm, which had been induced purely by the pleasure he had taken in beating his friends’ arses.

DD, at the end of the line, had been getting more and more nervous as the fateful moment approached, when Brad’s cane would mate with his own backside for the first time. In many ways it was a moment comparable to that when he lost his anal virginity, which had confirmed what he had long suspected about himself that he was, and always would be, a man’s man. On that occasion, then in the upper sixth form at his public school in England where he had been sent by his wealthy Irish parents in Dublin, to be put through the mill of what they thought of as a good education, corporal punishment had long been banned by law. However, sex between boys, although frowned upon by the powers that be, was alive and well – and, moreover, tolerated. And as he waited, for the captain of the rugby team and the school’s head-boy, Gordon Patterson, known to all and sundry sixth formers as a regular and very proficient bugger, to do him the honour of thrusting his large sexual endowment into his tight, virginal anus, he had had that same feeling as he was now experiencing. However, that first taste of anal sex had set him on the road he was destined by nature to follow and he had never looked back thereafter. 

He tried to convince himself that when he felt the first bite of the cane on his naked arse, it would be the same. After all, his six companions for the evening had evidently enjoyed what Brad had just done to them, so why should he not too? But he knew in his heart that he was brainwashing himself.  Brad had said that he thought his friends were stark raving mad having their arses thrashed for pleasure, a sentiment with which he wholeheartedly agreed. So, in fact, as Brad prepared to introduce DD to the very doubtful joys of the cane, his position could be summed up in one, rather vulgar metaphorical phrase: he was shitting bricks at the thought of what was about to happen to him. 

However, what DD did not know was that Brad too, for quite different reasons, was feeling very uncertain about what he was about to do to his new partner’s arse.  He had never before delivered a series of nine cuts of the cane to a series of six arses one after the other. This left him now, on the verge of his own sexual climax, but with DD still to be dealt with. However, protocol demanded that he deliver DD nine cuts of the cane, which he now set about doing.  As he felt Brad lay the cane across his naked buns and prepared to make the first stroke, DD closed his eyes and gritted his teeth and prayed that he would not disgrace himself by howling. But when the first stroke landed on DD’s arse, the agonisingly excruciating pain it delivered exceeded DD’s wildest nightmare and he wondered how he would survive another eight strokes. But fate intervened in his favour, as after the third, painful cut, Brad suddenly could control himself no longer and climaxed in an enormous orgasm, in which he shot a tsunami of his thick, creamy sperm all over DD’s arse and lower back.

After a minute’s pause, Brad, totally overcome by emotion, realised that he could go on no longer and said: “Guys, on this the last of my Brotherhood meetings before I leave Oxford to take up new post in Moulton Midmarsh, you did me the great honour of asking me to beat all of you and then to go on and shaft each of you as a gesture of farewell to you my friends. Well, as you can see from what has just happened, my hormones got the better of me and I was unable to complete even the beating of my new friend, DD, whom I brought here as a guest.  In view of what has just happened and my inability to control myself this evening, I am in such an emotional state that I feel unable to complete what I agreed to do earlier. And so, my friends, I regret that I shall not be able to have the pleasure of a final fuck with each of you as I am, at present, definitely not up to the task.” And then turning to DD, he said: “DD, I think, under the circumstances that you and I should think about leaving and let my friends continue with their evening.”

But Jeremy, the person who three years ago had introduced Brad to the Brotherhood, then intervened: “Come on guys; we cannot let Brad go off like this on his last occasion with us, without showing our appreciation  the sexual pleasures he has brought to the Brotherhood meetings over the past three years. So, as on this occasion, Mohammed cannot come to the mountain, I suggest that we, the mountain, go to Mohammed.  Look Brad, as you feel unable to shaft each of us as was planned as your swansong this evening, perhaps you would at least do us the honour of letting the six of us to shaft you, to thank you for all that you have brought to the Brotherhood?  So how about it, Brad, before you leave us forever; will you do us the honour of allowing each of us to give you what I suppose might loosely be considered as the Brotherhood version of a parting handshake in the form of six thrusts each? I think none of us would ever forgive ourselves to have let you go without one last physical expression of our friendship for you.”

Brad was truly overwhelmed by Jeremy’s suggestion. And so, stark naked as he still was, he willingly bent across one of the chairs, spread his legs and allowed Jeremy to apply a generous quantity of lubricant to his anus. Then, in turn, each of the six young men gave Brad six firm thrusts of his rock-hard member as a token of his esteem for the guy they all acknowledged as having been the unspoken Alpha-male of their group. Brad’s presence would be sorely missed. Within six brief months, they had lost both Simon and Brad, their two star performers. Now it was not unusual for Brotherhood members to have sex several times with each other during the course of one of their meetings.  After all, the raison d’être, the very purpose behind the meetings, was to allow a group of sexually very active, gay young men to enjoy an evening of recreational, no-holds-barred sex with each other. However, performed sequentially six times, as it now had been, elevated the sex act almost to the level of a religious ritual, almost worthy of a scene in a Wagner opera,  as the six young studs, each in turn communed one after the other, with a person they all tremendously liked and admired.

DD, who was present only a guest, but one who had, nevertheless been involved in a minor way, watched as Brad’s six friends each in turn shared his manhood with him in a way which showed just how much they appreciated him. “Thank God,” he selfishly thought, “That Brad had not been able to continue.” Just three cuts of the rattan cane across his bare arse had been more than enough to convince DD that pre-sex, consensual flagellation was not for him. He realised, however, that he was privileged to be witnessing what was a unique act of homage, in which six young men, all of whom loved to fuck each other for the sheer pleasure which anal sex undoubtedly offers, on this unique occasion, imbued their final offering to Brad with love. DD was himself so moved by what he saw and, already totally besotted by Brad, he followed the sixth and final shafting by thrusting his own massive cock into Brad, where he then proceeded to fuck him to a climax. The assembled company looked on with a mixture of admiration and approval, tinged with envy at the size of DD’s cock, as they watched him slide his nine inches of rock-hard man-meat into Brad’s arse and then proceed to bring Brad and himself, with seemingly effortless ease, to simultaneous orgasms, both with copious emissions.

Without the slightest sign of any embarrassment, DD fucked Brad’s arse in front to Brad’s friends, none of whom he knew, thereby unintentionally demonstrating his virtuoso technique to the assembly. The onlookers were transfixed by the sheer professionalism of what they were observing. What had begun purely as an impromptu act by DD wishing to participate actively in Brad’s final send-off from the Brotherhood, had suddenly turned into a master-class in the art of anal sex for the onlookers. DD had a style and a different fucking technique for every occasion; today, he automatically understood that this was, in a way, a sad occasion, as in leaving Oxford, Brad was cutting off himself off from a group of young studs, with whom he had, for the past three years, revelled in the joys of recreational, group sex. 

So, cutting the suit to the cloth, DD made haste slowly. With considerable skill, he withdrew his erection completely from Brad’s anus at each stroke, before plunging himself back in with ever increasing force and speed, but always with a degree of precision, making sure that Brad enjoyed each and every stroke. He quickly brought both of them to the edge of climax, but, with the confidence of the true professional, which he was, he kept both himself and Brad on the brink of climax for a full half minute, before giving him the final stroke of his magnificent penis, thereby bringing each of them simultaneously to orgasm.  The others watched DD with envy in their eyes; envy at the sheer magnificence of his sexual endowment, envy of the skill he demonstrated in its employment in Brad’s anus and envy that in the future, only Brad was to benefit from his expert, copulative efforts that evening. 

Every one of them, given half a chance, would have had DD fuck them with what they all saw was an Alpha fuck-stick the likes of which not one of them could begin to equal.  But that evening, it was not to be, as after DD had brought Brad to his climax, they both cleaned up the mess of spunk which they had each ejaculated liberally over the other, dressed and departed.  As they left, Jeremy said quietly to Brad: “Well, my friend, and I speak for us all when I say how sorry we are to see you leave the Brotherhood; but we are also happy that you seem to have found a great new partner in DD, so that you will not feel lonely. Frankly, Brad, quite selfishly, I think we would all prefer DD to come to Oxford where you and he would be valued members of the Brotherhood. But we all wish you the best of luck in your new job as a school master.”

“I am not so sure that that would be a good idea,” said Brad with a laugh, “As DD shares with me the same aversion to having his own arse whacked. Basically, I think we are both flagellators rather than flagellants.”

Brad and DD arrived back at Brad’s flat, where DD’s bags stood in the living room still unpacked.  The two of them had not discussed the sleeping arrangements over Christmas. Indeed, DD had not actually asked Brad if he could stay there and Brad had not yet offered. But in view of DD’s declaration and of what had passed between them at the Brotherhood meeting, it was a foregone conclusion that the two of them would be sharing a bed until December 27th when they would leave Oxford for Moulton Midmarsh.  The flat had only one bedroom which, until his untimely death, Brad had shared with Simon; so, other than relegating DD to the sofa, Brad and DD started what was destined to become their life together in the very bed in which Brad and Simon had slept and made love during their years together.

Brad had had no idea how his visit to Moulton Midmarsh would so radically, but also so immediately, change his life. Not only had he obtained a teaching post exactly to his liking, but he had also, quite by chance – or was it pre-ordained? – found another man, who, he now saw was a worthy successor to Simon. But here they were together, Brad and DD, with DD already totally in love with Brad, his first true lover, and Brad on the verge of feeling the same about DD.  What was certain was that physically, the two of them were a perfect combination; they each enjoyed those two key aspects of gay sex: fucking and being fucked as equals that made for a very even and stable, physical relationship between them. Moreover, their attitude to gay sex mirrored exactly that which Simon and Brad had enjoyed together; they both craved the undoubted joy which a permanent, stable, sexual relationship brings with it; but at the same time, they both still enjoyed participating in the free and easy, non-committal, gay-sex scene of modern life. On paper it was the proverbial match made in heaven: the first for DD: the second for Brad.

That evening as they climbed into bed together, Brad said to DD: “DD, I am so sorry that the Brotherhood meeting did not go the way it usually did.  As I had guessed there was to be some special event to mark my leaving the club; but I never, for one moment, imagined the form it actually took. Anyway, DD, I feel sorry if you now feel that my throwing in of the towel deprived you of the opportunity to get physical with my friends, which they would all, judging from the hungry expressions on their faces as you were fucking me, would have liked you to do. But I simply got too emotional and could not go on. But then after what happened as I allowed all my friends to shaft me as a farewell gesture, I really appreciated your fucking me to a climax to bring the evening to an end as I was on the edge of a complete emotional breakdown.  Anyway, DD, a thousand apologies for spoiling your evening. But, let me make it up to you now; just go ahead and do exactly what you wish to me. I think that physically you and I are totally compatible; I have enjoyed enormously everything you have done to me so far in our new-born relationship. I can but coin a phrase and say: Fuck on Macduff!”

“No need to apologise, Brad. Quite frankly, I was relieved that you stopped when you did; I can tell you that my arse had already had enough after the first three cuts you gave me; so I was not at all looking forward to another six; and I am with you entirely; I do not enjoy having my backside beaten prior to sex. In fact, after my one and only experience with the cane, I do not like having my backside beaten all, whatever the reason. But just let me say, that with the way you lay on the cuts, I almost feel sorry – but not really, as they deserve all they are going get from you – for the Moulton Marsh inmates, whose beat-worthy arses you are destined to roast. And I quite agree with you that your mates at the Brotherhood are absolutely crazy to allow you to beat their arses in the way you do. My god, Brad, you’re a real crack both with your own rod and with the cane; so I am not at all surprised that the Headmaster offered you the job. The lads have no idea what they are in for in the New Year. But now to pleasanter things; how do you want me to begin?”

True to his word, Brad allowed DD to do exactly what he wanted to him that evening. And when, after having been fucked by DD and taken by him to orgasm four times, the two of them finally fell asleep, any doubts Brad had had about DD had finally been dispelled. Sex with DD was totally different from that with Simon; but it was every bit as enjoyable, both for Brad as the receiver as it was for DD as the giver.  However hard he fucked, DD always withdrew his massive cock completely from Brad’s anus at every stroke. And the power he gave every return stroke, whatever the speed of delivery, was nothing short of amazing. That evening, DD did not only fuck Brad, but he also made love to him, so much so that the two of them finally fell asleep joined together by DD’s cock.  The following morning DD awoke shortly before Brad and as he found himself still deep inside his lover, his cock soon hardened and he very gently gave Brad a reveille fuck to start what was their first Christmas Eve together.

With the two young studs now completely head-over-heels in love with each other, the few days over Christmas until they left for Moulton Midmarsh on December 27th, became the equivalent of a honeymoon. The two of them could not keep their hands of each other as they eagerly explored the other’s body, in what can but be described as a physically exhausting, exhilarating, manner.  Traditional Christmas activities, including even Christmas Day lunch itself, were sacrificed on the altar of sexual fulfilment, which, quite frankly, verged on excess. Totally besotted with each other as they had so quickly become, moderation was thrown out of the window in an orgy of joyous sex, which established the fact that the two of them were very equal partners in what was rapidly to become a rock-solid relationship.

After Christmas, as they were driving to Moulton Midmarsh, Brad said to DD: “You know, DD, I count myself very lucky to have found you, as after Simon’s death I thought that I could never  again fall in love with anybody.  But meeting you has proved me totally wrong. But you know, one of the things I shall miss in Moulton Midmarsh is the sexual fellowship of the Oxford Brotherhood. You see, DD, I am rather like you; I really love you dearly and the last few days have shown me just how sexually right for each other we are; but at the end of the day, I still like to play the field, foot-loose and fancy-free, which is what the Brotherhood allowed Simon and me, as an item, to do. And quite frankly I shall miss the no-holds-barred-non-committal sex, which the Brotherhood offered me.”

“Well, Brad, if that’s all that is bothering you about the move let me just assure you that you and will be able to play the field just as you did with Simon in Oxford. You see, like you with the Brotherhood, I too am a member of a fairly exclusive gay club which meets once a fortnight in Cambridge  It’s called the TCC, which is short for the Top Cocks Club.  But there are two important differences between it and the Brotherhood; members, as the name of the club implies, are required to have a minimum, soft cock-length of six inches; and there is no corporal punishment of any kind.  And I can tell you that as what is called the Top Cock, an honorary title given annually to the member with the longest penis, a distinction which I happen to hold at the moment, that as you and I are more or less equally well endowed, you will quite easily qualify for membership.”

“In fact, I have not the slightest doubt but that you will be welcomed with open arms, as size does count for a lot when it comes to sex at the TCC. It’s a pretty hot place: all for one and one for all, an in uninhibited, no-holds-barred, gay sex atmosphere. Most of the present members are students at the university, either in their final year or post-graduates. But they are all dyed-in-the-wool gays and, give or take a year or two, about our age.  It’s a top flight place with highly educated members and the hoi-polloi rabble is kept strictly at arm’s-length. But if you fancy a younger stud, there are always a few handsome, well-endowed, muscular, very versatile and willing undergraduates under 20 around. Anyway, the next meeting is on New Year’s Eve, when we traditionally shall see in the New Year in style.  You’ll be able to meet all the other guys then. My guess is that you will find that the TCC is at least as hot as your Brotherhood group in Oxford; but you will be able to judge for yourself when you meet the guys. We normally have a ball at all our gatherings, as there are no taboos; and as it’s New Year’s Eve, all hell will be let loose.”

Just after noon, when they arrived at Moulton Midmarsh, DD helped Brad unpack his clothes. The two apartments they occupied were next to each other and there was a communicating door between them, which was to prove very convenient.  Brad’s bed had already been made up by a school servant; the two of them just looked at each other, they then looked at the bed, before, without saying a single word, they stripped off and christened the bed as if they were two newlyweds arriving in their honeymoon suite.  As it was Brad’s bedroom, he initiated the proceedings, doing the honours this time by showing his really rough side to DD. The two of them then spent the next two hours in an absolute orgy of anal sex. When finally, around four in the afternoon as they were both physically exhausted – serious sex is really quite hard work – they stood together into the shower and soaped away all traces of their travail. They then found some new bed sheets and changed those on the bed, which were a sticky, wet mess as a result their copious, joint emissions, as in their haste to fuck each other they had not used condoms.

They had just finished re-dressing when a knock came at the door and one of the warders entered bearing a message from the Headmaster, who, having seen DD’s car, knew that they had arrived from Oxford.  He invited them both to dine with him that evening in his house in the school grounds. “This will be an interesting evening,” said DD, “As we shall have all four, known, resident gays on the Moulton Midmarsh campus present: the Headmaster, Jonathan, his general factotum and toy-boy, and you and me. You will have an opportunity to meet Jonathan; and when you do, you will see immediately why we two have had an occasional fling together.”

Continued in Chapter 15