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. 

As Brad and DD returned to their apartments, Brad suddenly realised that he too needed some immediate therapy to calm himself down after what had been for him a spectacular debut in his new post.  DD’s suggestion of wearing the tight-fitting briefs with the cock ring had been, in one way, very successful. His cock, which, as ever when he beat anyone at all, had been hard and erect from the moment he had set his eyes on his intended target. Held tightly erect against his belly, as it still was, Brad had avoided the embarrassment of its sticking straight out and tenting his pants as he performed his official duties. But what it had not done was to stop the exudation of precum, that perennial accompaniment to corporal punishment of any kind. And, as due to Travis’s recalcitrance, the present thrashing had been drawn out, Brad suddenly became aware that his genital region was wet through with his own uncontrollable emissions, which had been as generous as ever. In fact, he had practically reached the stage where, had he given Travis’s arse a few more blows, he would have been incapable of stopping himself ejaculating and dumping his entire orgasmic load into his underwear.

On arrival back in his apartment, Brad, without saying a word, stripped off his clothes.  DD, who, as an observer as Brad was thrashing Travis, had himself also been sexually aroused, although not quite to the same degree as Brad, automatically complied with the unspoken but clear, wish that Brad wanted to have sex with him; so, he too shed his clothes. Brad, still fully aroused, immediately went and stood behind the naked DD, whispering into his ear, as he thrust his meat into DD’s anus with no preparation, not that any was necessary, as his cock was lubricated with his own slippery pre-cum: “DD, what would I do without you on occasions like this?” DD, with his usual quick wit, replied immediately: “You would jerk off, you prick, as I’ve told you before. Anyway, now that you are intent on raping me, just think of me for a moment and take me to a climax by giving me a really good, hard fuck.”

But DD’s exhortations fell on deaf ears, as Brad was so psyched up by the immediate past events, that all he had in mind at that moment was to satisfy himself as his cock was demanding he do. Quite frankly, Brad knew that he had wanted to fuck the young Travis immediately after he had finished thrashing him. That truly would have been the crowning moment of what had been a highly exhilarating – possibly the most exhilarating – moment in his flagello-sex-life to date. But he knew that he simply could not allow himself, as a teacher in the School, to give way to the lowest of his carnal instincts and indulge himself with a pupil. He mentally thanked God for the restraining presence of DD, which had contributed in no small way to keeping him from ceding to the worst aspects of his character. Quite frankly, at that very moment, as he was shafting DD, his need to relieve his tensions by fucking someone – anyone! – was just so intense, so very insistent, that he was totally unable to ignore it and any anus to hand would have served the purpose. So what Brad was doing to DD came as close to rape as he had ever come in his entire sex life and DD was left, momentarily, to fend for himself.

As he attacked – there is no other word for it – DD’s anus, like a man possessed, Brad knew that what he was doing to his partner, his true lover, was the absolute antithesis of everything he himself held dear – and also, to his credit – normally practised, whenever he had sex with anyone.  But at that precise moment, he was so out of control of his own actions that he was totally unable to rein in his animal instincts; and so, he hammered inconsiderately away at DD’s arse until he himself climaxed. Brad knew that he was in the thrall of that same, relentless, sex urge, which led otherwise normal men, whether gay or straight, to commit the act of rape. The need to have sex with someone occasionally becomes just so great a man is unable to stop himself or to control his own actions.

But in this case, Brad had come so near to climaxing as he was applying those last gating strokes to Travis’s arse, that his attack on DD’s anus, although extremely violent, was, thankfully, short-lived. After no more than a dozen forceful, full-length thrusts of his cock, he suddenly experienced an intense orgasm, and dumped his entire load of semen directly into DD’s guts. The immediate relief, great though it was, was followed almost directly by a feeling of self-remorse as the impact of what he had just done to the guy he thought of as his life’s partner hit him like a sledgehammer. For a moment, still deep inside of DD, he mentally panicked as he thought of the potential ramifications of what he had just done to DD for a second time. Had he this time, through his own inability to control himself, wrecked the most precious relationship in his life? 

DD, who, as always, was fine-tuned when it came to sex, realising that Brad probably felt guilty for his actions, which were so much out of keeping with his normal character, saved the day as he said, rather flippantly; “Well if that was what being raped feels like, I have to say that I don’t see what all the fuss is about. In fact, Brad, we have had rough sex together before several times in the past; there is rough sex and rough sex; but what you did to me just now took sex to a whole different level.  Anyway Brad, I really enjoyed what you just did to me, even though it was very rough and brief. Frankly, I would have liked you to go on for a lot longer, as when you yourself climaxed and dumped your load, I was still miles away from an orgasm. So, if you have the strength, why don’t you have another go? Go to it, young man, and give me your all; really show me what you are truly made of; go ahead and do your absolute very worst and take me through to my climax.”

Brad sighed inwardly with relief that what he had just done to DD appeared not to have wrecked his relationship with the guy, whom, at that very moment, loved most in the world. Despite the brief time they had been together, DD had already become such an integral part of his life that he would have hated to be separated from him. But what DD had just said was right; there was something exhilarating in giving reign to your most carnal instincts and fucking as if there was to be no tomorrow. But Brad also knew that just now, he had not been in control of himself; that he had allowed the worst aspect of his libido to dictate his actions; actions which, but for DD’s restraining presence, he would have  visited on David Travis’s well-shredded arse, with potentially disastrous  consequences for his future at the School.

Brad now made amends by taking DD into the bedroom and fulfilling his desire for another session of hardcore, anal sex.  Brad took DD in his favourite, modified missionary position with his legs held vertical against his own body so that he could see his partner’s face as he attempted to satisfy him.  But this time it was true rough fucking with a difference. Brad gave DD the full length of his rock-hard meat in a single powerful thrust, bottoming his own pelvis firmly against DD’s arse. Then after a brief pause to ensure that they were both comfortable for what was to follow, he withdrew himself completely from DD before again thrusting himself with great force back inside of his partner, thereby beginning what was to be a non-stop onslaught with his cock on DD’s anus.

DD had told Brad to show him what he was made of and Brad now valiantly attempted to meet his partner’s wishes: to make him feel that he was being raped.  It is doubtful that any actual rapist ever exceeded the vigour with which Brad’s cock addressed DD’s hole that day.  But what DD was experiencing was not true rape, which implies someone taken against his or her will, whilst the active partner to the act, the rapist, forces himself upon the victim without any thought other than fulfilling his own carnal desires. What was actually happening between Brad and DD was that Brad was giving a willing DD, the roughest sex he had ever experienced, but nevertheless with that sense of mutuality, totally lacking in any true rape. So although he banged away at DD like a man possessed, Brad knew that his ultimate aim was to take DD through to a climax, which if he could manage it, would culminate in that most wonderful of sensations, a simultaneous orgasm for both parties.

And that, of course, is exactly what happened. To coin an alliterative phrase, Brad showed DD that he was a consummate copulator, a rough cocksman beyond compare, which undoubted talent was usually subservient to his own overriding philosophy of mutuality. As he now pounded away with fury, reciprocating in and out of DD’s anus, in better control of his faculties, he never lost sight of that ultimate goal: the simultaneous climax. And when on this occasion the joint climax finally arrived, both Brad and DD were racked with that fabulously uncontrollable jerking which always accompanies the orgasmic ejaculation of a man’s semen.  For the second time within an hour, Brad in a series of now totally controlled cock-thrusts, again shot another generous wad of his own seed deep into DD, allowing DD to discharge his load all over himself and Brad. It was not as if their sexual relationship was a he-male/she-male one, as both Brad and DD were equal partners in their sex life; but on this bareback occasion, as Brad had been the prime mover in an exceptional incident and had, within an hour, dumped two loads of his own seed inside of his partner, it somehow felt to him that he had impregnated DD.

Allowing DD’s legs to fall from his shoulders, Brad fell full length on top of his partner and embraced him, kissing him passionately. He withdrew himself from DD, but remained on top of him with both their cocks, still hard, sandwiched between their bellies. Then he again began to attempt to excuse his actions. “For Christ’s sake, Brad, please get up from your verbal knees and stop your grovelling apologies. My God, man, what you did on the spur of the moment was dictated by your worst instincts and could happen to anyone. Anyway, at the end of the day, what you did was not all that bad; and as I said, before inciting you to give a repeat performance and do your very worst, to which, quite frankly, I was really looking forward, I actually quite enjoyed your first impromptu attempt at rape. But that faded into insignificance when you finally got the bit between your teeth and showed me what really rough, gay sex is all about.  In appreciation of your latest efforts, I was about to say to you that you fucked like an angel; or do I mean the devil? But then, on reflection, I was not sure that angels even fucked each other, let alone fucking mortals. But on surer ground, I think you probably fuck like a Greek god; and boy, according to Greek mythology, did they fuck! Adultery and incest were no obstacles to keeping the top table at Mount Olympus filled with deities.  The Greek Gods and their many offspring are the greatest fornicators of all time; intensive copulation was a way of life for them.”

“Anyway, Brad, Gods apart, here on earth you are without any doubt, the greatest practitioner of the noble art – and it truly is an art – of anal fornication I have ever experienced. What you have just done to me – or perhaps I should say, for me – was just one of the greatest experiences of my life.  I count myself very fortunate to have you, Bradley Caine, as a permanent fixture in my life.  Now if you would remove yourself, stop trying to smother me with your apologies and allow me to turn us over so that I am in charge, I will, in my own limited, imitative manner, attempt to do the same for you and give your hole a truly definitive and well-deserved rough fuck.”

An enormous wave of relief swept over Brad as he felt DD sink his own formidable piece of man-meat inside him. It was somehow reassuring to know that DD was following up his emollient, soothing words with immediate action.  As we all know, DD was no slouch when it came to fucking butt. Readers will remember that both men were almost identically endowed with fine examples of that essential piece of male kit; the penis. And as the two of them were today indulging in the ultimate luxury of bareback sex, messy though it might be, the fact that DD was circumcised rendered penetration of Brad’s anal sphincters, especially sensitive to both of them. Fortunately, Brad was blessed with excellent control of his anal muscles, which allowed him when he was bottoming, to actively participate in the sex act, rather than just relax and accept what was happening to him.  He flexed his anal muscles and squeezed DD’s penis in much the way as a woman can do to a man through control of her vaginal muscles, thereby ensuring that he had to work on every thrust.

The moment Brad felt the smooth tip of DD’s cockhead pressing against his anus, he firmly flexed his muscles obliging DD to use considerable force to enter him. But then, once the cockhead, with its well defined rim, had penetrated him, but before DD could slide in his full length, he clenched his muscles to the maximum, and gripped DD’s cock firmly just below the rim, obliging him to use even more force fully to complete his first penetrative thrust. Then by skilful use of his sphincters, Brad obliged DD to exert greater force than usual for every single thrust, thereby creating the illusion that he was resisting being raped. This was rough sex at its most sophisticated and once he realised what Brad was doing, DD played his part to perfection, imitating the savage role of a rapist as he battered Brad’s insides with his rock-hard boner. Brad resisted until the end and made DD fight for every stroke. The end, when it came, was a simultaneous, climatic orgasm for both participants, with geyser-like ejections of thick, sticky, creamy cum.

Brad, who was now lying on his back, with DD holding his legs vertically against his own body, finally shot his own, third load of the evening, partly over DD’s stomach and partly over himself. DD withdrew his cock and, his torso dripping with the sweat of his labours, collapsed on top of his partner; and there they lay together as they had done earlier, with their cocks still hard, sandwiched between their bellies, in a mess of Brad’s semen. But, but this time, with DD now on top and Brad beneath, attesting to the true equality of their relationship.

“Pardon my French, Brad, but what the fuck were you doing just now?  The way you gripped my dick with your anal muscles, made me fear for the wellbeing of my most precious possession. There were moments when you got my cock in such a vice-like grip, that I thought it might tear off when I was attempting to withdraw, leaving it inside of you like a broken cork in a wine bottle. Just think of the problems that would have caused as we have no corkscrew to hand to attempt to get it back out.”

In a mock-serious vein, Brad then went on to upbraid his partner verbally: “There are times, DD, when you talk like a complete idiot; and this is one of them. Did you not, in fact, enjoy having to work hard to pseudo-rape me? You should thank me for my assistance in making it hard work for you to fuck me.  I did it, as even someone as thick as you must by now have realised, not for myself, but out of love for you; to give you the experience of someone resisting you as would be the case if you were actually raping some guy. Remember, DD, that when you rape someone, it is definitely one-sided sex; the recipient definitely does not want it. That, old son, is what defines rape. You should drop onto your knees and thank you lucky stars that you have hitched yourself to such an understanding partner as me, who has both the skill and technique and is willing to teach you the finer points of anal sex, which as you are well aware is the foundation of any happy and harmonious homosexual relationship.”

He then went on to DD, still in the same vein, like a Dutch uncle imparting serious facts of life to a nephew: “You do realise, don’t you DD that we –  that’s you and I, by the way – are  a pair of rabid homosexuals? It’s thanks to me alone that you are now well on the way to becoming a truly competent cocksman in all situations and are beginning to realise your true sexual potential, which will stand you in good stead for the rest of your life.  The progress you have made in the brief time we have been together – largely due to my teaching expertise, I might add – is little short of remarkable. And it is, therefore, with no false modesty, that I feel able to congratulate myself warmly on the strides towards gay copulative perfection you have made since we first met, thanks to my own unstinting brilliant tuition.  Yes, Mr. O’Sullivan, thanks to me, you have made remarkable progress in using your cock and learning how to make your anus agreeably available as required; so I think we can safely way that you are well on the way to becoming a well-rounded, all-round performer of the two key acts of gay sex; a partner, whom it is both a pleasure to fuck and equally by whom it is a pleasure to be fucked. My good man, what more can I say in your favour?”

DD listened bemused to this load of utter tripe spouted by his partner. “My dear Mr. Caine, as ever, you really are full of shit and I can but suggest that you stick your verbal garbage where a monkey sticks its nuts. In a word, Brad; just piss-off.”  He then collapsed laughing, embracing Brad and kissing him all over his face, before firmly affixing his lips on those of his partner in a kiss which was given out of pure love.  He whispered to Brad: “I feel I am the luckiest guy in the world to have found you.” 

Brad, with complete sincerity replied: “We are lucky to have found each other DD. Ours is a union made in heaven. After Simon died, I felt I would never again be truly happy. But finding you has changed all that and I am again supremely happy with my life with you. DD, you and I were ordained, by a higher power, for each other. Come on, let’s wash our joint jism off in the shower and go and get something to eat.”

It goes almost without saying that once they were together in the shower, Brad, as horny as always, could not resist giving DD’s hole a few final playful thrusts with his penis, which brought to a pleasant conclusion their intense physical efforts of the evening.

Continued in Chapter 25